I collect cookbooks. I buy new ones, old ones, specialty ones and just about any one that catches my fancy. My daughter recently ran across one published by a Mennonite congregation in Mississippi so she bought me a copy. I like to think all the books in my collection are useful, therefore I won’t be purchasing Semenology – The Semen Bartenders Handbook.

Nope.

Not me.

And yes, this is a real book available for purchase ($22.95) from Amazon.

I also will not be purchasing Natural Harvest – A collection of semen-based recipes. ($24.95)

Call me crazy, but adding semen—even from a known source—to my food or drink doesn’t appeal.

The author of both books, Paul “Fotie” Photenhauer, did his best to convince me via the book descriptions, claiming that semen is nutritious with amazing texture and cooking properties. He cites the fluid’s delicate flavor as a reason to add it to cocktails, then he goes on to point out that fresh semen is available in most bars and kitchens.

Yuck.

I’ve heard stories about wait-staff spitting on food before delivering it to the table and Mr. Photenhauer’s comment will have me double-checking every condiment served to me for the rest of my life. And I’m not letting that cocktail glass out of my sight either!

Though completely grossed out and turned off by the very thought of using semen in food meant for consumption, being the curious type that I am, I decided to use the sneak preview option available to me. You know. Just in case I was mistaken.

Nope.

I’m not a fan of eggnog to begin with, but add semen to it and there isn’t enough money in the world to get me to drink it. And let’s just say I may never eat an éclair again.

Lest you think I’m sexist here…there are several websites—though no cookbooks that I could find—devoted to using human breast milk as a cooking ingredient. This website has everything from cupcakes and corn chowder to soap. And I seem to recall a while back someone was selling cheese made with human breast milk.

Umm…No.

I have to draw the line somewhere.

Have you used any of these unique ingredients? Come on. Tell us. We’re dying to know!

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As squeamish as I am about this subject, it hasn’t stopped me from using something similar in one of my books. If you haven’t been aboard the Lothario, my erotic themed cruise ship, then let me take you there for a moment. Here’s an excerpt from THE LUST BOAT, the first of five books in the Lothario series, where Ryan and Candace visit Pan’s Lounge.

Excerpt -

She’d never seen anything like it in her life, a sentiment she’d become intimate with since she set foot on the Lothario. The waiters in Pan’s Lounge wore gigantic phallic codpieces, some held upright with a strap around their neck. Other than the codpieces of varying designs, the men were naked. Ryan guided her to a cozy alcove with a good view of the bar. They ordered drinks from a waiter whose wooden phallus reached his shoulders. When the waiter left, Candace asked in a low voice, “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“They say it doesn’t. It helps to be at least semi-erect inside it and with all the beautiful women coming in to see them, that it’s not too hard, pardon the pun, to do. They like it when you stroke them.”

“I couldn’t do that.” She curled her fists in her lap.

“Try it when he brings our drinks.”

“Are you sure he won’t mind?”

Ryan pointed to another booth where three women were stroking their waiter’s phallus. “Trust me. He will expect it. He’ll probably lean in so close you could lick him.”

The waiter returned with their drinks in tall penis-shaped glasses, with a large opening at the tip to sip the drink through. He leaned in close to Candace. His giant phallus bobbed near her nose. Ryan nudged her and she closed her hand around the cold wood.

“Yes,” the waiter breathed out, flexing his hips in a suggestive manner. “That feels good.” Candace blushed scarlet and dropped her hand.

“Thanks Pan,” Ryan said. “You can go now.”

“Pan?”

“Pan was known in Mythology to masturbate often. He’s depicted in ancient art with a larger-than-life penis. In the evening, this place is crawling with men masturbating for anyone who wants to watch. These alcoves fill up with women and the waiters will masturbate, or allow the passengers to give them a hand job.”

Candace sipped her drink. “So this is tame.”

“In comparison, yes. Do you want to come back this evening and see for yourself?”

“Sure. I don’t think I’d want to give anyone a hand job, but I think I’d like to watch for a while.” She took another sip of her drink. “Do they, you know, come?”

“Some do, especially the passengers. The waiters have better control, but occasionally they do too. The last night of the cruise they have a semen tasting here.”

“I’m afraid to ask…”

“The samples come from men who have been thoroughly tested. Women line up to taste them.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope.”

“I think I’ll pass on that entertainment.” Candace dropped her hand to Ryan’s thigh and slid it up and under his wrap. She closed her hand around his still hard shaft. Ryan sucked in a breath and pressed a hand on top of hers. “No fair.”

“Will you masturbate for me?”

“Here? Now?”

“No one can see.”

“Sweet heavens, you’re going to be the death of me.” Ryan protested, but slipped his hand beneath the wrap and replaced her hand with his. “Just a little. I don’t want to come here.” He stroked his aching cock a few times. “Put your hand over mine.”

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We are excited to welcome erotic romance author Maggie Nash as she talks about her bad habit, and there’s a contest for one lucky commenter!  Here’s Maggie…

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Thanks so much for inviting me! Today I’m talking about a bad habit I have. It’s shameful I know, but I can’t help myself.
They say that the first step is to admit it, so here goes –
I’m an eavesdropper.
There. I said it.
I am one of those terrible people who watches people and listens in on conversations. I know it’s wrong. I know it’s invading the privacy of others, but that doesn’t seem to matter to me. I do it anyway Bad me.
Occasionally I can’t hear what they are saying, so I make up stories about what they might be saying. It’s amazing how exciting the life of perfect strangers can be!
Other times I listen in while I’m walking down the street. Sometimes I can hear people inside their homes talking to each other, and other times they are talking as they walk. I hear conversations about things as mundane as what they had for dinner last night, or as deep as the answer to World Peace. Of course it’s a lot more fun when I hear people teasing each other, or having fun!
My absolute favourite place to listen in is on the train. No one makes eye contact on a train these days so little ole me can sit quietly, pretend that I’m not there, and glean any number of conversations and file them away for future use.
My mother would be so disappointed in me. She tried to drum into me from an early age that it is rude to listen in to what others are saying, but can I remember what she taught me? No Ma’am.
So why do I do it? I have a really good reason, and you might even forgive me when you hear it.  My mum might even understand.
Eventually
Okay, back to the reason I do it.
Research. Pure and simple.
That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it! I file away stories, conversations, characters, situations, names – you name it, I steal it! But it’s all in a good cause. They find their way into my stories eventually.
It’s not all bad , and I’m certainly not giving it up just yet!
So next time you talk to a friend in public, remember – you never know who’s listening. It could be me!
What bad habits do you have? Go on – you know you want to share!

Maggie’s next release – KINKY BET
Available NOW for pre-order!

Blurb: Who knew losing a bet could be this much fun?
Erica Nielsen agreed to a bet with her best friend, but she never imagined losing would involve a weekend of punishment at Dangerous Liaison, a BSDM retreat. But was it really punishment being trained by a sexy Irishman who takes her on a sexual journey of a lifetime?
Conal Brennan agrees to help a young woman find her submissive nature. He always enjoys being the one in control, but one look at the Nordic blonde he calls ‘Fire girl’ and he’s not sure who’s controlling whom.

Excerpt:

The man knocked twice on the intricately carved wood with the ornate brass knocker. It opened as he stepped back, ushering her inside. The hallway was narrow but a door appeared immediately on her right.
“Go inside the first room. There you will be given instructions for the beginning of your training.”
She turned, wanting to thank the man for his direction, but he’d already left. She knocked lightly, and the door opened under the pressure of her hand. The room was warm and inviting with a cast iron fireplace blazing with flames. She walked farther inside, spying a wide partners’ desk and several chairs. All class, taste and decorum. No kink to be seen.
From where she stood the area appeared unoccupied. Not sure of what was expected of her she made a beeline for the comfortable looking couch and sat down.
“Did I say you could sit down?”
Shit, where did he come from? Erica struggled to stand back up, almost slipping to the floor as her dress slid on the buttery soft leather cushion. Way to make an impression, girl. “I’m sorry,” she said before she managed to scramble to her feet. “I didn’t realise there was anyone h—” Oh my God it’s him. The guy from the bar. The one who was so much like Colin Farrell he could be his twin brother. Her knees faltered as she tried to stand up straight. It was then that the penny dropped. The bar had been a set-up.

BIO:
I’m Maggie Nash and I write romance novels. Some of them are suspenseful, some are pretty hot, and some of them are a little bit kinky, but what they all have in common is a fun, romantic ending.

I started writing more by accident than design when one day I ran out of books to read so I started writing one myself. And boy am I glad I did, because writing has become a huge part of my life.

I live with my family on the beautiful south coast of New South Wales in Australia. You can find me most days having a cappuccino at the beach!      Website   Facebook   Twitter

Pre-order the book here: Kinky Bet

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We are pleased to welcome erotic romance author Cari Silverwood to the Sexy Romance Stories blog. She’s talking today about sexual fantasies in romance books. Without further ado, here’s Cari…

Capture fantasy – one of the common sexual fantasies swirling about in women’s minds is this one. From ye olde historical bodice rippers, to the many books by John Norman, where women are kidnapped and taken to the planet Gor, to the current ones that range amongst every setting known to erotic authors.

Some stories are definitely romances, where dubious consent and forced seductions are euphemisms for “take me and I’ll say no but inside I really mean yes.” Eventually both the man and the woman get on the same wavelength and the Happily Ever After ending cruises into place. Since in reality this would be rape – because no man can read minds, this type of book scenario is perhaps the one way women can safely indulge.

Some stories go even further and do the Gor thing, by which I mean that there is not necessarily any romance at the end of the trail.

And the stories that are really dark are truly no more than rape even in the story. Yet some women do like reading these. These are still fantasies. If anyone in real life were to assume the women who read these really want rape, they might swiftly find their testicles transplanted into their cranium, by means of a stiletto heel.

Interestingly, just to show how BDSM is in a way just the ultimate game for indulging in your fantasies – people do role play capture fantasy and pretend rape is happening. But, but, but, it IS consensual, and it IS agreed upon beforehand. And the woman can use her special safeword and say stop at any time. I’ve known husbands and wives who play at this type of adult game.

Importantly, of course, not every woman likes reading capture fantasies, or wants to pretend, and for some it is the ultimate horror to pretend in any way, shape, or form.

When I wrote Take Me, Break Me, I wanted to explore the capture fantasy in a new way. I wanted to try to make readers think about their fantasies, and I wanted to set my story in a modern contemporary setting, and yet still have the man a good guy. Hard to do? Definitely, for me at least.

How can you write a man into a story who would do this and yet still be a moralistic person who cares and who isn’t a sociopath? You’ll have to read the story to see if I managed it.

Is this book even a capture fantasy? This is a question I have been wondering about. I wrote it so it is difficult for me to see the trees of the forest for all the words in the way. I’m going to wait and find out what readers tell me they see.

One of the most fascinating aspects of this story was telling half of it from the POV (Point of View) of Klaus. I could show him wrestling with his own emotions and thoughts in a way that’s impossible to understand if you can’t hear him think. Yes, he’s a loud thinker. But at times in the story, even I wasn’t sure which side of the abyss Klaus would fall into if pushed.

Blurb for Take Me, Break Me – Released March 7^th, 2013 and available from Amazon, All Romance Ebooks, Smashwords and eventually from B&N and other retailers:

Jodie is scraping the barrel trying to stay afloat. An idea arrives that could rescue her finances and bring her together in a kinky way with a man she never gave up on. She’s terrified and fascinated, and tempted as hell.

Capture fantasies rule her eBook. Re-enacting one in a documentary would surely be irresistible viewing to millions of women?

But Jodie and Klaus discover that underneath an ordinary man dark desires may lurk. What will win in the end? The man and lover, or the monster?

Excerpt:

As I kissed and tasted the tears that had leaked from under the blindfold, I said in a harsh whisper, “I enjoyed seeing you scream and try to escape, loved seeing you dancing away from the cane. Your ass – I’d declare it a work of art. Yeah…” I touched our foreheads together and looked down over her face, stared into her blindfolded eyes, and at her trembling full lips and those amazing tears. I traced my finger down the wet track on one cheek.

My murmur was soft but as deadly, I hoped, as a knife thrust. “I never thought I’d say this, but I enjoy this. You might be in trouble.”

Truth and mind fuck rolled into one scorching bundle. Yes, she was in trouble, but then so was I.

I wanted to do it again. I’d saved her and cared for her so many times. She was a beautiful woman, with a mostly beautiful heart, and I wanted to hurt her and swallow those screams. God, I was so fucked up.

Find out more about Cari and her books at:

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We are so very happy to have Jai Turner visiting with us today! If you don’t know Jai, she’s the heroine in Jenna Ives new book, Programmed For Pleasure.

Hi! The members of Sexy Authors invited me here today because my story is, well… sexy. My name is Jai Turner, and I’m a female police agent for the Tau Cetus police force. My world is a lot like yours, just maybe a few years into the future.  We’ve had a Great War, which wiped out quite a bit of our population.  Prostitution is a billion-dollar industry, but the women (and men) in the profession are now robots. Sexbots, to be exact.

They’re machines who are programmed for pleasure.

Notoriously reclusive Marque Callex is our world’s most dangerous arms dealer. The police have had reports he’s secretly selling weapons to rogue nations, endangering the planet again, but we’ve never been able to get to him. So my boss, Commander Rainey, has arranged for the owner of Beautiful Dolls sexbots to issue an invitation to Marque for a week of free sex, and ordered me to go undercover as Marque’s personal sexbot to discover information that will lead to his arrest and conviction.

The fate of my world may literally rest on my (very naked) shoulders. No pressure there, right?

Anyway, Jenna Ives has written about my story in her new book Programmed For Pleasure. She’s agreed let you read this excerpt, and afterwards, she’ll be giving away a free copy of the e-book to a winner who can answer a question based on the excerpt.

Good luck!

            Chapter One

“Turner, I’m sending you undercover as a Beautiful Dolls sex toy.”

Jai Turner stared at her boss, Commander Talis Rainey, convinced she couldn’t have heard him right. She and her partner, Leith Wyatt, had been called into his office at the end of their duty shift. “Sir?”    

For an answer, Rainey pushed a button on the console on his desk. “Send in Mr. Carron.”

A minute later, a short man stood in the doorway. His eyes darted around the room nervously before he took a reluctant step into the office.

Rainey cleared his throat. “This is Anson Carron. The creator of Beautiful Dolls.”

If the abrupt and impersonal introduction annoyed their guest, he didn’t show it. His eyes had locked on Jai, and were scanning her up and down in a way that felt decidedly intimate despite the blue one-piece uniform she and everyone else on the Tau Cetus police force wore.

“Yes,” he murmured. “I suppose I can work with this.”

“This,” Rainey said hotly, “is Jai Turner, one of my best agents. She’s human.”

The little man shrugged. “She meets his prime criteria. Of course, it would be better if I could see her without her clothes on before I make a final assessment.”

Jai stiffened. “Commander!”

Rainey let out a sigh. “Sit. All of you.”

Instead, Carron took a step closer. “Can I touch her, at least?”

“Lay one finger on me, asshole,” Jai growled, “and it’ll be the last thing your hand ever does.” 

Behind his desk, Rainey scowled. “I said sit!”

The three of them held their adversarial positions for a moment, then took the hard chairs arrayed around Rainey’s desk.

The Commander looked at the partners. “Before I start, I have just one thing to say to you two. Marque Callex.”

Jai gasped. “What?”

The infamous name had both her and Wyatt leaning forward in their chairs.

“You know how long we’ve been trying to get close to this guy. We may now have a chance, albeit by a very unconventional route.” Rainey nodded toward their guest. “A month ago, Mr. Carron here ran afoul of the law. In an effort to save his neck – and his very lucrative business – he suggested a unique proposal in return for us not pursuing charges against him.”

“What kind of proposal?” Wyatt asked.

“Mr. Carron agreed to send out an… invitation… to Marque Callex, to sample the latest model of Beautiful Doll for free, in exchange for feedback on the product.”

Jai’s mouth set in a disgusted line. “And he accepted.”

“He did,” Rainey confirmed. “We told him that clients are able to customize their girl. Callex filled out the form specifying his ideal Beautiful Doll, and now all we have to do is fulfill his requirements. With you.”

Jai’s eyes went wide. “You want me to impersonate a sexbot?”

“He’s requested blonde hair. Blue eyes. Lean, athletic build.”

Jai let out a relieved breath. “Well, that rules me out. I’m brown-haired and brown-eyed.”

“Easily fixed,” her boss pointed out. “You fit the most important characteristic: athletic build. We can’t fake that, but we can correct the other things with hair dye and contact lenses.”

Uneasy, Jai leaned forward in her chair. “Sir, do you really think a man who can have any model of girl he wants, would pick a B-cup and not a triple-D? For a sexbot? Come on, Commander. Are you sure Callex is even serious about this?”

“Well, we’ll have our answer on Monday, if he shows up at the Beautiful Dolls boudoir. Until then, we’ll be prepping you for the assignment. That is, if you’re agreeable.”

Jai scowled. There was absolutely no way she was going to volunteer for this. Have sex on command? Not a chance. Besides, she could never pass for a sexbot. She had a heartbeat, for Christ’s sake!

Rainey sighed into the stubborn silence. “Do I really need to play the Joran Breaux card with either of you?”

            A spark of anger shot through Jai, even as she heard Wyatt shift uncomfortably on his chair. Joran was the second – and definitely much more personal – reason they were after Marque Callex. Joran had been sent in to infiltrate Callex Industries from the inside, to discover how one of the government’s top weapons contractors was secretly diverting arms to militant countries. Joran’s cover as an employee had seemed secure until two months ago, on the very day he’d scheduled a meeting with Marque Callex. Instead, Joran’s body had turned up – in pieces – in a nearby recycling center.

Jai would relish the chance to avenge the death of a fellow Tau Cetus agent, but was becoming a sex slave really the best way to do it?

Rainey scowled. “If you’re not up to it, Turner, I’ll find another female agent who’s more committed to her job.”

“I’m committed to my job, Commander,” she protested.

“I probably shouldn’t have even offered it to you two. Wyatt is too close to this case. I just thought he’d want a crack at the guy who murdered his partner. But you’re right, Turner. Wyatt could very well be a liability.”

“I didn’t say that–”   Damn. Now the Commander was accusing her of letting down the force and her new partner. The guy was a master manipulator.

Silence stretched in the room while Jai considered her options. Her very limited options. As in, none. “I’ll do it.”

“What?”

What real choice did she have? Marque Callex needed to be stopped. “I said I’ll do it, Commander. If this is our best – and possibly only – chance to get to Marque Callex, well, then, I’m in.”

  So… does this excerpt tempt you to read more about my upcoming week of sex with Marque Callex? And about whether I can coax him to spill incriminating information?

            If you’d like a chance to win a free e-copy of the book, answer this question:  what color are my eyes? The answer is mentioned in the excerpt above!

Author Jenna Ives will pick a random winner who has the correct answer, so check back here often.        

Thanks so much to all the Sexy Authors for letting me be here today!

Thanks for visiting with us, Jai! I think you may be the very first character, not to mention, Sexbot, to guest blog for us! Best of luck with your new mission. We’ll be standing by to see how you bring down Marque.

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About the Author -

Jenna Ives has the typical problem that affects a lot of modern authors — multiple personality disorder. She writes for several different publishers under a variety of names, but mostly the reason is to keep her poor sainted mother (who used to read sweet Barbara Cartland novels) from having a heart attack over how sexy modern romances have become! And Jenna certainly DOES write sexy… You can visit her at www.jennaives.com

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-

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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My latest erotic romance release explores the theme of friends who become lovers and it got me thinking – is friendship really the best place to kick start a romantic relationship? Or is sex with a friend ultimately the quickest way to ruin a good friendship?

In SEX CLUB SECRETS (GODS OF LOVE 3), best friends Ella and Kade are given a helping hand toward love by Anteros, the god of unrequited love. But even with the help of an ancient god, the transition from friend to lover is not without its difficulties. Bisexual hero, Kade, is torn in two directions:

Jesus, God, it was like his ultimate sexual fantasy right here, seeing the two halves of his craving come together in one divine moment. Pure muscle, masculine strength, and an exciting, rock-hard body on the one side, and the familiar softness and femininity of the woman he wanted to love and cherish on the other.

But the exquisite beauty he found in the couple before him was the very reason he hadn’t spoken up before now. How could he commit to any sort of relationship with Ella if his orientation meant he might never be completely fulfilled? How can I be sure I’ll be faithful, if we end up together? How can I put her through that hurt if I can’t help but stray from the straight path? He couldn’t put her in that situation. It was just too unfair.

He leaned forward and touched the glass, spreading his fingers wide against the cool surface and wishing instead he could touch the heat of those rose-colored nipples.

What would it feel like to take one of Ella’s breasts into his mouth? What would she taste like? He ached to suckle on his friend, run his tongue over her skin, inhale her perfume and hear her moan in the way he’d been imagining in his dreams almost every night for the past few months.

Like my heroine Ella, I believe that friendship can be a beautiful place from which to build a sexual relationship. You go into it knowing the other person really well, aware that they also know the “real” you so you don’t have to pretend to be anything bigger, better, or different than what you are. Ella says at one point in the story:

I know what he is, Anteros, and I love him anyway.

If you’re already friends then presumably you have a head start on good communication, compatibility and a genuine liking for the other person – all key ingredients for a successful romantic relationship.

What do you think?

Should friends stay…just friends, for fear of losing something valuable? Or is friendship the perfect base from which to build a quality, lasting romantic relationship? Please leave a comment – we’d love to hear your thoughts on this topic.

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About the author

Jennifer Lynne writes sensual and erotic romance including the popular GODS OF LOVE series. PLATINUM PASSION (GODS OF LOVE #1) was a Best Book of 2011 nominee in GLBT Fantasy Romance at The Romance Reviews and Dec 2012 Book of the Month nominee at The TBR Pile. APHRODITE CALLING (GODS OF LOVE #2) was a Book of the Month nominee at LASR and an Honorable Mention in the Rainbow Awards 2012. SEX CLUB SECRETS, the third instalment in the series, is out now.

Find out more at Jennifer’s website.

The 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…

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SEX CLUB SECRETS, the third instalment in the GODS OF LOVE series, will be out this month. Yay! Today I wanted to share with Sexy Romance readers both the cover (designed by the talented Kim Killion at Hot Damn Designs) and a short excerpt from this menage a trois erotic romance about friends, lovers and unrequited love:

Blurb:

Sometimes love can flourish in the most unexpected places…

Ella has been in love with her best friend Kade for as long as they’ve known each other. But her love has not been returned, and when bisexual Kade shows no signs of becoming romantic toward her, she decides to call a halt on her unrequited love and try something new by accepting an invitation to a celebrated Melbourne sex club.

Kade is distressed when the woman he is beginning to see as more than a friend decides to visit Secrets before he can reveal his feelings. He follows her into the club and witnesses her at play with the enigmatic Anteros, a sexy god-like man who seems to know exactly how to satisfy her innermost cravings. But Anteros also feeds the hidden desires within Kade. How can he admit his feelings about Ella when he’s not sure he can commit with his whole heart?

Anteros is one of the erotes, an aspect of Eros and the ancient Greek god of requited and unrequited love. He has heard the call of these would-be lovers and intends to show them that friendship can sometimes be the best place to kick start a lasting romantic relationship.

But love cannot flourish unless it is returned, and how will he convince Kade – a man who occasionally enjoys other men – that he can be true to the woman he loves? What will happen to this couple when the night ends and they return to the real world outside the door of Secrets?

Has one of the gods of love finally taken on a challenge he cannot fulfil?

ADULTS ONLY (18+) Excerpt:

Little snapshots of Ella, flickering through his mind at the most inopportune moments, took his attention away from Will and he began to wonder what it would feel like to sink into her welcoming body instead.What would it be like to have her thin legs wrap themselves around him? Would her thighs hold deceptive strength in their length, just like her fingers? What noises would she make if he bent over her and slipped his tongue along her slit or curled it around her clit? Would she taste like salty passion if he used his mouth to bring her to orgasm? What would be the expression on her face if he lay back and let her ride him as hard or as gently as she liked?

Maybe she’d look something like this. His breath fogged the glass. Oops. Too close. He pulled back a little, not wanting to obscure anything about this tableau playing out in front of him.

The man she was with, the one who seemed to be looking straight at him with that knowing and slightly malicious grin, extended a hand around to tweak one of Ella’s nipples between a powerful finger and thumb. He stretched her out, hard, over and over, as if he were trying to encourage milk from a recalcitrant udder.

Did it hurt? His jaw clenched, even as the thought of white spray streaking out the end of her long pink nipples and decorating the window in front of him sent more blood racing to his dick. But then her mouth parted and her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips. God damn. She was enjoying what was being done to her.

His knees buckled and he sat down hard on one of the bar stools.

Dear God. She looks so much sexier than I could ever have imagined.

He hadn’t thought he could get any harder and yet here he was, rigid now and threatening to explode in a sea of cum just like a teenager with a dirty magazine.

Each of the GODS OF LOVE stories are designed as stand-alone novellas so the series can be read in any order. All are united with a common theme: the erotes. In this version of the erotes’ myth, my gods of love are the children of Aphrodite and aspects of the primal god of desire – Eros. Each of these gorgeous gods has a role in modern day society – answering the call of desire and interacting with people in need. Here’s what they’re saying about Book 1 and 2:

PLATINUM PASSION (GODS OF LOVE #1):

A Best Book of 2011 nominee and REVIEWER’S TOP PICK at The Romance Reviews ~

“PLATINUM PASSION brought romance, love, passion, and the mysticism of the gods all together in a seriously sexy way…a quick, steamy read that was as interesting as it was sexy. This is my first read by Jennifer Lynne, but it won’t be my last.”

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APHRODITE CALLING (GODS OF LOVE #2):

HONORABLE MENTION in the Rainbow Awards 2012 and BOOK OF THE MONTH nominee at Long and Short Erotic Reviews ~

“Absolutely anyone who enjoys a story of self discovery and larger than life personalities would love this story…I know of many people who would enjoy reading this story, and I plan on recommending it to each and every one of them.”

Amazon review, S Rafael ~

“…a beautifully written, almost poetic novella…so wonderfully graphic, descriptive and incredibly titillating that the reader is privileged to be able to ride to this experience, stroke by stroke, right along with Gina.”

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As I began researching BDSM relationships for my books, I discovered that their portrayal in fiction is typically quite different from real life in so many ways. I mentioned in Part 1 that real life play partners have agreements, Doms are responsible for their subs, players often have scenes with someone besides their lover, and either way, they may or may not have sex. But who are Doms and submissives? What do they look like? And how do they see themselves?

Who are Doms and Submissives?

Well the stereotypical Dom is a man, with a lovely young female submissive. But in real life, a Dom can be female as well, often called a Domme or Dominatrix, and she may prefer her submissive to be a man or a woman. Many play with both. Of course in homosexual circles, a male Dom would have a male submissive.

Can you Recognize a Dom or Submissive?

In commercial fiction (and movies too!), we tend to romanticize the image of our heroes and heroines. In real life, they may be young adults or senior citizens, they may be fit and toned or out of shape, and they may wear the iconic black leather, stilettos or cuffs, or none at all. And even if they enjoy dressing up and wearing leather or cuffs for a scene, that doesn’t mean they dress like that in their everyday lives. There’s certainly the occasional bohemian artist, but the rest have regular jobs in stores and corporate offices. Doms don’t necessarily act tough or pushy–many are mild-mannered and quiet spoken. And very often high-powered executives enjoy being submissive in their personal lives.

How do They See Themselves?

In Power Play, my characters explore the power exchange dynamic in their sexual relationship. In real life, plenty of people dabble with BDSM play, but the ones who are pursuing this ‘lifestyle’ specifically identify as their role. Just as some people may play tennis or dance in their free time, that’s different from people who identify themselves as a tennis player or a dancer, who may enter competitions, and who focus their energy on that aspect of their lives. In a similar manner, people who identify as “Dom” or “submissive” or “switch” (one who enjoys alternating) actively study their roles. They attend classes and lectures, and take turns teaching and learning from others in that lifestyle.

Do play partners have agreements before they play? Do they have scenes outside their relationship? Do they have sex ? See Fifty Shades of Real Life – Part 1!

Also check out “What Six Words does BDSM stand for?”

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We’re all familiar with the terminology. A starter is something you begin with. It’s a first step – a trial of sorts to see if you like something. Years ago, I thought painting might be a way I could express myself, so I bought a starter kit. A few years later, having used the contents of the kit a time or two, I came to the conclusion that I was never going to be a painter, so I threw the slightly used, and now dried up, paints away.

That’s what you do with a starter. You use it and throw it away. Sometimes, however, once you’ve used the starter, you go back and buy an improved version. The starter got you going. You tried it – you liked it. You ate the appetizer and you want more.

There are all kinds of starters. Your first pair of high heels – your first husband – your first… well, you get the idea. We all have our list of starters – some we used and discarded, some we kept, but the one thing all firsts have in common – we learned from them. Sometimes the lessons are hard ones. I admit to a twinge of disappointment when I found out I had zero talent for painting, but it was a lesson I needed to learn in case I had delusions of quitting my day job in order to paint. The starter kit provided the insight I needed and saved me from making a huge mistake. Well, not really. No way was I quitting a paying job to paint, but you get the idea. Sometimes we’re drawn to do things that sound good at the time, but in reality aren’t so wonderful. Starters can save us from making mistakes.

But what about that other option? What happens when you get the starter and you discover something new about yourself? Wow! Whole new worlds can open up for you if you’re brave enough to explore your new-found depths. I should know. It happened to me. Not with the paint kit, but with what I like to call my starter book.

My starter book is/was a romantic suspense. I learned several things from writing that book. First and foremost, I learned that I could tell a story from beginning to end. Okay, so that one was a really poorly told story, but I did it. I started with a story in my head and I wrote it – all the way to my favorite two words – the end.

Believe me, this was a monumental revelation. After decades of searching for a way to express myself, I’d finally found the one I knew I wanted to be good at. Unlike painting, crafting and Lord only knows how many other failed starts, this was one I wanted to put in the necessary work to excel at. It felt right. Even I could see the starter wasn’t a masterpiece, but the fact that I finished it encouraged me.

I also learned how little I knew about actually writing a book. This led me to educate myself on the process and seek out other people like myself. I found them – a whole bunch of them – in Romance Writers of America. After joining the national organization, I found a ground level chapter – Los Angeles Romance Writers. There, I discovered published and pre-published writers who understood exactly what I was going through, and were willing to help me.

One of the greatest lessons I learned was – romantic suspense is not my thing. Loving to read it and writing it are two different things. This didn’t mean I had to give up writing – I just had to shift to something more suited to me. I tried all kinds of things, including romantic comedy. I really thought that was something I would be good at, but I was wrong. A crazy idea came to me one day, so I gave it a try. Who knew I could write erotic romance? I have to admit – it took me by surprise. But once I’d done it, and sold my first book, The Lust Boat, I was hooked on writing the genre.

My current work in progress, Going Deep, is the second book in my Mustangs baseball series. Remember I said there are all kinds of starters? Well… when a friend takes Jason to a local BDSM club, he’s intrigued. Something clicks for him, and it feels right, but he knows nothing about being a Dom. But Jason knows what he likes – and he likes to be in control. Carrie is everything he ever dreamed of in a woman. She’s beautiful, submissive and she trusts him – sight unseen. Unwilling to risk his public reputation if things don’t work out with his starter sub, Jason insists Carrie be blindfolded whenever they’re together.

Here’s a short excerpt from Going Deep.

“There aren’t any locks on the doors – a safety measure, just in case emergency services are needed,” Todd explained. “No one will enter unless invited, so no worries. The window is a two-way mirror,” he said, pulling back the curtain Jason hadn’t noticed to reveal a mirror. “If you want to invite people to watch, just pull the curtain open. Keep it closed for privacy.” Jason nodded and Todd continued. “As you can see, the room is equipped for just about anything you could want.”

Jason looked around, swallowing hard. Various apparatus he’d seen in the public rooms filled the space. The lighting was subtle, bathing the dark walls and a large platform bed in cool tones. His heart pounded against his ribs and his hands were as clammy as a teenager on prom night, but despite it all, a calm settled over him. This was where he belonged. These were his people. This was what he wanted with Stacey, and she’d seen just enough of his desires to be scared away.

For weeks, he’d harbored thoughts that scared him too. Maybe he was too kinky, wanted to do things a sane, healthy man shouldn’t want to do. But now, he saw he wasn’t…

“You aren’t a perv, Jason, if you want to do some of the things you’ve seen here tonight,” Todd said, as if he’d read Jason’s mind. “This is normal for a lot of folks. Most of society doesn’t see it that way, so we try to keep it to ourselves, but once you walk inside the door here, you’re considered normal.”

“How did you know?” Jason asked.

“About you?” Jason nodded and Todd continued. “Because when I was your age, I was in exactly the same place you are. A friend showed me the way, and I’ve been happy ever since. I’ve been a member of this club for ten years. I’ve had plenty of subs in that time, but Brooke has been with me now for over a year. We’re thinking of taking our relationship outside the club – becoming a couple in public, maybe even making this a permanent arrangement.”

“People do that?” Jason asked.

Todd shrugged. “A few. We wouldn’t be the first.”

“You’re exclusive? You don’t mess around?” Jason asked.

“If you’re asking if I do this in every city we go to, the answer is no, I don’t. There are clubs everywhere, and I’ve been to a few, but I’ve always played here.”

“I see.”

“Want to give it a try?” Todd asked.

If you’re ready to give it a try, get started with the first book in the series, Inside Heat. Going Deep will be available in October.

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