Erotic romance minus the BDSM – am I nuts?

http://www.dreamstime.com/royalty-free-stock-photography-sexy-woman-chain-collar-back-view-attractive-topless-handcuffs-bondage-concept-studio-shot-black-background-image31229237Hi, it’s Jennifer here. Today I wanted to discuss the topic of erotic romance and pose a question to readers – what does erotic romance mean to you? Do you automatically associate it with BDSM, and if there’s no BDSM in the story, do you still see it as an erotic romance?

I’ve been writing in this genre for several years now – well before that book series came out! – and other than a little light bondage or a bit of back and forth power play between characters, I don’t usually have Dom/sub characters in my books.

Yet when I explain to people the type of romance I write, they laugh and say it must be all handcuffs, spanking and ben-wa balls. Porn for chicks. Um. No.

I did use a feather and a pair of handcuffs to good effect (I hope!) in SEX CLUB SECRETS, but in my upcoming release IMMORTAL SEDUCTION I have to confess there’s not a sex toy in sight. Only a Greek goddess hungry for love, and three hot firefighters in desperate need of her special brand of healing.

And ben-wa balls? As one of the few on this planet who still hasn’t read FIFTY SHADES I had to look up what they were and how to use them!

For me, erotic romance means an emotional connection between two or more characters who develop a relationship over the course of the story, in which there is high level sex and the potential for a “happy ever after” or at least a “happy for now” ending.

In IMMORTAL SEDUCTION, I’ve attempted to strip the relationship back and leave the sex toys – and the spanking – under the bed. This has given me a chance to focus more on the emotional connection that I believe is what gives erotic writing its romantic edge.

Here’s an Adults-only sample from menage a quatre romance IMMORTAL SEDUCTION, out this month:

Jennifer Lynne_Immortal SeductionA male body was behind him, the slick wet head of a cock prodding between his ass cheeks with a persistence that made him want to bend over and be fucked for the first time in his life. And then…oh, God! There were lips on his thigh. On his scar. Someone was raining tiny kisses all over the disgusting puckered flesh before dragging their moist tongue back and forth across his skin.

How could they face doing that?

His eyes flashed open. It was Hugh who had sucked him in deep, so deep that the top of his cock hit the back of his friend’s hot throat when his hips shuddered in an instinctive thrusting response. It felt so fucking good.  He couldn’t believe he’d made such a big deal about not doing this in the past.

Hugh. He wanted to laugh, and cry at the same time. Who knew?

Breath laced with a familiar whiskey smell was hot and hard against his neck, identifying Kier behind him. His buddy was busy back there, stroking his body and caressing the crease where his butt cheek met his leg, teasing his ass in the most delightful way possible.

But his senses honed in on Aphrodite. She was kneeling in front of him, side by side with Hugh, and she was touching his scar. Celebrating the mutilated flesh on his leg with her lips, and tongue, and even her fingertips.

“Aphrodite,” he whispered. And that’s when the shaking began. Real shaking, as if he had a fever of some kind and his body was no longer his own. “I don’t want…I want…” He couldn’t get his tongue around the quaking words. Couldn’t get his brain around the thoughts. “I don’t know what I want.”

Tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes and an ache formed deep in his ears and throat as he held in a sob. Jesus. I’m better than this. I’m stronger. But he just stood there, unresisting, tears falling silently as he let them all love him.

~ Copyright Jennifer Lynne 2013

What do you think?

Given the huge popularity of the FIFTY SHADES phenomenon and the plethora of BDSM  stories on the market right now, do you think that is the new definition of erotic romance, or do you think there’s still room for all types of stories in this genre? Please let us know what you think!

For more information about Jennifer Lynne’s GODS OF LOVE series, visit her website or Amazon page. IMMORTAL SEDUCTION releases on the 27th August.

#SexySnippets – Immortal Seduction by @JenniLynnAuthor

It’s my turn to participate in Sexy Snippets this week and I’m pleased to bring you seven sexy sentences from my upcoming ménage à quatre release, IMMORTAL SEDUCTION (GODS OF LOVE 4).

Her body was as soft as it had promised to be, and yet somehow hard and unyielding. Earlier she’d been wearing a dress but now she was naked between them. How was that possible? Kieran groaned and heard an answering sound erupt out of Hugh before his friend leaned down to take one of her long pink nipples into his mouth. Blindly he reached out and grappled the other breast, weighing its enticing heaviness in his palm.

Slow this down. Catch our breath.

IMMORTAL SEDUCTION will be out soon.

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The perfect #sexy date – what’s your fantasy?

Ever been whisked off your feet and into a romantic date straight out of your wildest fantasies? Unfortunately I can’t say that I have, at least in recent times. Dinner and a movie is usually it for me, though there’s definitely romance on occasion, thank goodness.

A tropical island setting (Bora Bora springs to mind!) would be at the center of my ultimate romantic fantasy. There’d be a beautiful sunset, good champagne (very brut!) and a delicious dinner waiting, but first a relaxing couples massage, then private time with my gorgeous man in an open-air spa bath with views over the ocean.

Back when I wrote SEDUCING SERENA, my first erotic romance, I asked family and friends what they’d like to experience on a fantasy date. Answers varied enormously – from being hand fed strawberries and then drizzled in chocolate, to being taken on a luxury yacht for a champagne breakfast, to floating away on the breeze in a hot air balloon, to a spa bath filled with rose petals followed by a candlelit dinner cooked by someone else.

It seems that everyone I spoke with had a different idea of a fantasy date. But the one thing they all had in common was the desire to feel special, and to be treated as such, by their respective partner. And that applied to both the women and the men that I spoke with.

We all want to feel special to someone, don’t we? Especially if we are in, or just starting, a romantic relationship.

What’s your idea of a sexy and romantic date? Have you experienced the perfect date, or is your fantasy one that is yet to be realized? Please share your experiences or ideas – we’d love to hear from you!

In SEDUCING SERENA, Nick creates a number of fantasy dates for Serena in his quest to seduce her. Here’s a little taste of one involving a hot-air balloon ride and a champagne breakfast at his private winery in the Yarra Valley region near Melbourne (Australia):

Serena held tightly to the rope in the early morning darkness, feeling the flare of gas-generated heat above her head as the balloon carried their basket into the silent sky.

I must be mad!

“Ever heard of dinner and a movie, Nick? When you said you’d show me the Yarra Valley I didn’t think you meant hot-air ballooning.”

His chuckle was as contagious – and as potent – as it had been the first time they met.

“There’s no better way to experience it, sweetheart.” He moved to stand behind her, one arm coming around each side of her to grip the edge of the basket. “And there’s no need to be frightened. Pete’s the best pilot in the business.”

She glanced at the taciturn, middle-aged man in charge of their flight. “I’m not frightened,” she said. “Unless I look straight down.” Or turn around and gaze into your eyes.

“Just look over there,” he murmured in her ear, pointing briefly to the east.

She caught her breath in wonder. The sun was in the process of cresting the horizon and the rolling hills were ablaze with a mixture of gold, orange and pink. The dark pre-dawn shadows were being driven back to reveal a vista of striking emerald beauty, shrouded in random pockets with a white, swirling mist. Through it all the Yarra River wound like a long brown snake.

“Its gorgeous,” she breathed. “I’ve seen the sun come up over Uluru in Central Australia – people come from all over the world to see that – but sometimes we only need to look in our own backyards.”

“Beats dinner and a movie, doesn’t it?”

“I guess it does. But Nick, this doesn’t change anything. I’m reserving judgement on us.”

“Better than a straight-out rejection.” His quiet chuckle tickled her temple. She fought the instinct to relax back into his arms, fought the need to take comfort from his solidity in this less-than-secure environment.

For a few minutes they stayed quiet, marvelling at the view. Looking west, she could see the tiny cluster of high-rise buildings that marked the city, and a strip of darker blue along the horizon that indicated Port Phillip Bay.

Somewhere out there in the endless blue, she and Nick had first made love.

Romantic Times BOOKReviews:

“The Secrets anthologies never fail to thrill and entertain. This volume’s contemporary, science fiction and historical stories are hot and sensual. Characters are well developed, and the couples will take readers along in their path to a lasting relationship.” ~ 4 stars

Find out more about SEDUCING SERENA in SECRETS VOL. 28 at Jennifer Lynne’s website, or buy a copy at Amazon.

#SexySnippets IMMORTAL SEDUCTION by Jennifer Lynne

It’s Sunday, and here at Sexy Romance Stories we’ve decided to join the Sexy Snippets Hop hosted by The Nuthouse Scribblers.

We’ll be taking it in turns each week to post seven sentences from our current WIP or published work.

Today’s Sexy Snippet is from Jennifer Lynne’s work-in-progress (unedited), IMMORTAL SEDUCTION (GODS OF LOVE 4):

The slow grin that accompanied her words highlighted the fullness of her lips and he pictured them wrapped around his now definitely hardening cock. Would they be cold and fresh from the sea, those lips, or would the heat of her mouth draw even more of his blood to that hungry appendage between his legs? Would she suck and lick, or use her teeth to vary the sensory exploration of his organ?

Jesus! What was wrong with him tonight? He blinked and shook his head to clear the lustful thoughts away, but she was there again in front of him. Naked, and laying his own overcoat down on the sand, bending forward with her butt in the air as if offering up the valley of her sex for his own personal use.

We’d love you to share your thoughts here! Then why not check out the other Sexy Snippets on offer this week.

For more information about IMMORTAL SEDUCTION and the first three novellas in the GODS OF LOVE series, visit Jennifer Lynne’s website.

New book release: three sexy gods in one erotic collection!

Imagine a hot Greek sex god appears in your life determined to give you – and your partner if you happen to be in a relationship – lessons in sexual desire. What would you do?

  1. Faint?
  2. Scream and go running to the nearest neighbor – or perhaps a handy bottle of wine?
  3. Tell him to begone and get back from whence he came?
  4. Welcome him in with open arms and a curious heart?

If you chose option ‘4’ then you’re in good company! In the just-released GODS OF LOVE Series Bundle, three sets of lives are changed forever when the gods of desire – the erotes – decide to offer their own brand of sexual healing to modern-day people in need.

But it is not only the mortals in these stories who discover the true meaning of love. Through their interactions these three ancient gods learn that there is more to this mysterious gift called love than even they knew.

Excerpt:

Look at me, Gina.” His voice commanded, echoing around her and through her body all the way to her bones.

She did look. She had no choice; that voice compelled her to do as he bid. And what she saw filled her with awe.

His hair was moving like it was electrically charged; the eyes flashed like green beacons lighting up the golden aura surrounding them both. Green and gold. His aura. It emanated from his caramel skin, that golden light, and bathed her in warmth and a strange, drowsy kind of sexual energy. It made her want to fuck the nearest living person, but at the same time it enticed her to snuggle in to its heat. Power and desire. Strength and security. Above all, acceptance. His aura accepted her for who she was.

Disbelief, ridicule, everything negative was gone from her head as reached out a trembling hand and caressed his granite cheek. “I…” She shook her head and tried again. “I see you.”

Now it was his turn to suck in a breath. “I don’t show myself often,” he said, and the voice was no longer compelling. Instead it held a hint of uncertainty. “Ever, actually.”

She loved that uncertainty. It gave her the strength to lean in and kiss him. Beneath her lips she tasted the heart of him. A unique, delicious experience.

To taste the soul of a god.

“Then I’m the luckiest woman in the world, aren’t I?”

He nodded gravely. “You are.”

She burst out laughing, and if there was an edge of hysteria to her laughter, who the hell could blame her? She didn’t even know where they were, nor how he had saved them. Maybe she really was dead, and that would mean he was, too. Yet even in this moment, he still had that ego. It was a part of him, though, and she wouldn’t change it.

“I see you,” she said again. “And I accept you, Himeros, god of sexual desire. I accept everything about you.”

He bowed his head for a moment, then looked up into her eyes. There was raw emotion contained within that gaze. “Then  I am the lucky one,” he said.

From APHRODITE CALLING (GODS OF LOVE 2)

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Capture Fantasies: an Erotic Author’s Perspective

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 7th, 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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Good Role Model or Horrid Example?

One of the reasons I read paranormal historical romance is to immerse myself in a supernatural love story set in a fascinating time period. I learn more about the time and the people, while being swept away in the story with larger than life characters. I was mesmerized by the story of the Queen of Sheba and King Solomon, two heroic Biblical figures who, many say, had supernatural powers. I wondered how this three thousand year old state affair between two super powers became embedded in our collective consciousness. I also wondered about the impact of this epic romance on our lives today, who the descendants of these royal super heroes might be, where they lived, and what they might be doing now.

In my research, I discovered that despite the differences between and among cultures, four major religions, Judaism, Christianity, Ethiopian Coptic Christianity, and Islam, tell, retell and revere the story of the Queen of Sheba and King Solomon. The Hebrew Bible, Old Testament in the Christian Bible, contains the story in very short form, but repeats it in two places, in 1 Kings 10:1 through 10:13 and in in 2 Chronicles, 9:1 through 9:12, as if one telling of the event was not enough. The repetition of the same tale in two places was a way to ensure the story would be found, told and retold, even if the Books of the Bible were somehow separated from one another.

As the only foreign Queen mentioned in the Bible who appears to be considered an equal to King Solomon, this mystery woman has been claimed by no less than three countries: Arabia and Yemen, where she is call Bilqis, Balqis or Balkis, and Ethiopia, where she is known as Makeda. Her role in these stories has been interpreted by many scholars in multiple ways. The Queen of Sheba has been seen as a symbol of trade, as an example of nations converted to monotheism in polytheist world, as a warning against foreign women and their wiles, and, finally, as a romance between a powerful king and an equally powerful queen.

Many scholars who interpret the Queen of Sheba as a symbol of trade, point to the significant trade routes that ran through regions under the control of Israel. All trade routes had to be protected from bandits, or the products would never reach the marketplace. Frankincense was so valuable that men who worked in the factories were required to strip and be searched before they left for the day to ensure they took none of the product home. This lightweight incense was prized all over the world and used in religious rituals throughout the Middle Eastern region, especially at funerals. The wealthier the individual, the more frankincense was used. Israel’s territory lay between the region of production of frankincense and many destination ports. Without the protection of the King of Israel, other countries would not be able to thrive and survive. Was the Queen of Sheba merely a symbol of trade and the rest of the world showing its submission to the great and wise King Solomon?

Scholars who interpreted this story as a way of showing King Solomon’s (and Israel’s) favor in the eyes of his Lord, Yahweh, and to underscore the significance of the need for monotheism in a world of multiple gods, point to archaeological evidence of multiple gods and goddesses still present in the time of King David and King Solomon. Archaeologists have found evidence that Asherah, the female goddess, was worshipped in the first and second temples of Jerusalem, alongside Yahweh. Prophets and priests opposed to polytheism may have created the story of the Queen of Sheba’s visit and her conversion to monotheism as an example of what other nations should do.  Was the Queen of Sheba merely a prop to provide a good role model for other nations?

Some stories about the Queen of Sheba have indicated her origins were exotic and supernatural, with a mother who was a jinniyah, or genie. Other, darker stories demonize the Queen of Sheba and make her synonymous with Lilith, Adam’s first wife, who left him to become a soul-sucking demon and baby killer. In early times, the war over which god would prevail was a very real one, and priests and priestesses of gods opposing Yahweh were not well tolerated, even killed, on the road to monotheism. Foreign women became synonymous with foreign gods and evil ways. Solomon’s tolerance of his multiple wives’ religions was seen as a character flaw by the Yahwists. Were these stories about the Queen of Sheba created to serve as a horrid example of foreign customs?

Finally, the romance between two great and powerful heads of state is irresistible; many scholars offer strong support of a real love story. One of the strongest pieces of evidence is the use of the Hebrew word in the phrase “she came to him.” There are many different words the scribe could have used, however, the one selected has a sexual meaning, used only in the Hebrew Bible in sexual situations. The romantic description of the meeting and their interactions include such phrases as “she communed with him of all that was in her heart,” “she was left breathless,” and “king Solomon gave unto the queen of Sheba all her desire, whatsoever she asked, beside that which Solomon gave her of his royal bounty” makes the reader wonder what he gave her, since she was wealthy, too. In fact, the largesse of her gifts of state is over the top, even for a visiting dignitary. Was it, in fact, a wedding dowry? If so, why did she leave and return to her own country with her servants? What happened? Was this a love lost?

According to the Kebra Negast, the constitution and Holy Book of Ethiopia, Makeda, the Queen of Sheba from that nation, returned to her country with her servants and gifts only King Solomon could give to her:  a signet ring, a child, and a Solomonic dynasty that endured to the last Ethiopian Emperor, Haile Selassie I. For the purposes of KISS OF THE VIRGIN QUEEN, it is this story that I followed and brought to the twenty-first century via the African Diaspora.

Come with me on this epic paranormal journey into the past and present. Here’s an excerpt from my sequel to KISS OF THE SILVER WOLF, my work in progress, KISS OF THE VIRGIN QUEEN.

Prologue

MAKEDA

AKSUM, ETHIOPIA

975 B.C.E.

Makeda clambered up the steep outcropping of rocks in pursuit of a white snake. She’d seen the creature sunning itself on a large boulder, its normally sleek shape enlarged in the center with a bulge the size of a rat, and wanted him. After a big meal, the slithering would stop and he’d be easy to catch. As soon as she caught the snake, she’d drag him down the rugged slope, and shove him in Tamrin’s face.

Stupid boy. How dare he say girls didn’t know how to catch snakes with a tone used for speaking to babies? Even though he was twelve, two years older than her, didn’t she throw a spear farther, ride her horse harder, and catch more pheasants than he did? Fish practically threw themselves on her carved bone hooks. Without a doubt, Makeda ran faster, climbed higher, fished harder and hunted better than all the other children in Aksum and many of the adults.     Hadn’t she brought down a lioness when the predator attacked a woman in Aksum? Everyone else screamed and fled, the cowards. She, a mere girl, had stood her ground and speared the big cat, saving the mother and her unborn child. Her actions had shown the men and boys she was a warrior, not just the king’s daughter.

The only animals she didn’t hunt were the red, long-legged wolves. When she was five, the first time she rode out to hunt antelope with her father and spotted the creatures, a wolf surrounded by a litter of pups locked eyes with Makeda. Frozen in time, it seemed as if the female whispered to her, “Go away. Leave me to raise my babies. Spare me and when your time comes, we will do the same for you and yours.”  At last, she pulled away from the creature’s penetrating gaze and caught her father watching her, his dark brown forehead creased in a worried expression.

“Why do you look at me in that way, Baba? Is something wrong?”

He reached over and felt Makeda’s brow. “Are you not well, my daughter?”

She shook her head. “The wolf snared me with her eyes and spoke to me. Asked for mercy.”

Her father’s eyes grew as large as eggs, and he held up the palm of his right hand. “Stop. Say nothing more of this.”

“Baba, what’s wrong?” She had never seen her father afraid of anyone or anything. The supreme ruler feared nothing. Until today.

His lips thinned into a knife’s edge. “Tell no one. Do you hear me?”

Baba had never spoken to her in such a harsh tone before. Tears rose in her eyes. She dared not speak for fear of choking on her words. Makeda nodded. And they never mentioned the incident again. Now, despite the heat baking the stones beneath her feet, she shuddered at the memory. Stop thinking about the wolves. Keep going. A few more boulders to climb and she’d have the snake in her hand.

A sharp rock pricked her palm and a trickle of blood ran down her arm. Scraped, bruised, and covered in tiny cuts, her hands seldom scarred. Her father told Makeda her mother had healed the same way and her extra toe on each foot gave her special powers. “My heart, you are my little goat.”

Tamrin shouted at her from below. The wind snatched his voice and carried it into the clouds. She glanced over her shoulder and the sight took her breath away. A shrub-strewn carpet of green grass broken up with craggy hills, a wandering river, and scrubby bushes lay beneath her. This is why the Sun God rose each morning. To admire his handiwork.

Nay! Come!” Tamrin’s shout carried to her in a gust of wind. “Soon it will be sundown.” She knew the rest. He ended everything with, “Your father will kill me and my family if I don’t bring you back safely.”

Where was all his boasting and blustering when it came to her father? Vanished like a rat in hole. She dismissed his warning with a shake of her head, pulled herself over a ledge and headed upward, closer to the sun and the snake. Lazy beast. Sitting right in front of a large cleft, the snake hissed, almost as if to say, “Come get me.”

She stood on the boulder. Two more steps and she’d pounce. One, two–just as he was within her reach he turned his head, flicked his tongue, and slipped into the cave. She followed him into the darkness, deep into the grotto, her trusty feet feeling the way. Her eyes adjusted to the gloom. Aha! Right there on a big boulder. One more step and–

A soundless explosion of light dazzled Makeda. Blinded by its brilliance, she stumbled back, her sure feet slipping, unsteady. Cool and slick, the wet rock walls did little to help her stay balanced. She blinked, shook her head, and gasped. Where the snake had been, now sat a giant. Even sitting down, the ferhenjee, this non-black stranger with skin the color of a young curly horned antelope, was twice her father’s size.

Mouth dry, heart hammering in her throat, her vision adjusted to the light. The ferhenjee had a man’s body with sparks circling his head like embers from a blazing fire. A nose of an eagle, large and strong, dominated his profile. He looked at her with eyes the same color of the sky in the morning. His stare pinned her to the rock floor. Behind him wings, too many to count, fluttered and stirred up a breeze. Her brow, once hot and sweaty, cooled.

Hands clenched into fists, her mind alternated between wanting to fight the creature, run away, or freeze in his sky colored stare. Immobility won. At last, it hit her. He must be the Sun God, angry with her for climbing this high. “I only wanted to catch the snake.”

The giant threw his head back and roared.

Released from his stare, Makeda fell to her knees and bowed her head. “Please don’t kill me, Sun God. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to anger you.”

“I’m not angry, child. I’m laughing.” He chuckled. “Don’t call me Sun God. It offends my King.”

She jerked her head up. The ferhenjee was smiling. “Who are you? Are you from the stars? Who is your king? How did you get here?” She took a deep breath, prepared to ask more questions.

“Stop.” His voice rumbled in her chest. A frown furrowed his brow.

She bowed her head again. Maybe she should flatten herself on the floor of the cave to please him.

“Don’t lie on the ground, Makeda.”

Tremors shook her body and her teeth rattled. Just like she had heard the wolf’s thoughts, he knew hers.

He sighed and a blast of air blew past her. “I am Metatron, servant of the greatest of all  gods, Yahweh. I bring a message for you.”

She peeked up through strands of curly black hair. “Me? Why me?”

“You have a grand destiny. Your son will rule a great kingdom.”

Despite her fear, the notion of being a mother tickled her gut and tore huge gulps of laughter out of her throat. He had to be blind. She wasn’t even a woman yet.

The creature stared at her. “You dare to laugh?”

The girl struggled to regain her self-control. “I’m never going to marry. I will never have children–”

The giant creature stood and his head touched the top of the cave. Her voice caught in her throat. He looked like her father had the day she heard the wolf speak, only angrier.

“Hear me, Makeda. You will become the mother of a nation of kings. Go home and prepare yourself. Learn everything you can about love, honor, and becoming a wise and just ruler, so you can teach your son and his son.”

“I’m sorry, whoever you are. I cannot rule my father’s kingdom unless I am a virgin. It is forbidden for me to marry.”

She was terrified of this messenger and his god, but rules were rules. Her own mother had disappeared when she was a baby. Wasn’t that enough evidence that the punishment for non-virgin queens was banishment?

“I must be a virgin queen. I was born to rule. It is my destiny.”

Sparks flew off him and the room blazed with the light of day. He grew larger and larger, filling up the space with his glow. One of his wings brushed her cheek, soft as the fuzz of a baby bird.

“You are young and foolish. You will grown and learn. Above all else, you must seek wisdom. That is your destiny.”

 

PS: If you are interested in reading more about the Queen of Sheba and King Solomon, here are some books for you.

Budge, W. (Translator). (2007). The Kebra Nagast (The Glory of Kings). Lexington, KY: Silk Pagoda.

Clapp, N. (2001). Sheba: Through the Desert in Search of the Legendary Queen. New York, NY: First Mariner Books.

Coogan, M.D., Brettler, M.Z., Newsom, C.A.,  & Perkins, P. (Eds.). (2001). 1 Kings 10:1-13 in The New Oxford Annotated Bible. New York, NY: Oxford University Press, p. 508-509.

Coogan, M.D., Brettler, M.Z., Newsom, C.A.,  & Perkins, P. (Eds.). (2001). 2 Chronicles 9:1-12 in The New Oxford Annotated Bible. New York, NY: Oxford University Press, p. 630-631.

Fraser, A. (2004). The Warrior Queens. New York, NY: Anchor Books.

Grossfeld, B. (1991). The Two Targums of Esther. Translated with Apparatus and Notes. The Aramaic Bible, Vol. 18. Collegeville, MN: The Liturgical Press.

Razwy, S.A.A. (Ed.) & Ali, A. Y. (Translator).  (2009). The Qur’an Translation. Elmhurst, NY: Tahrike Tarsile.

 

Prescription for Change

In my novella, An Inn Decent Proposal, which appears in my anthology, KILLER KISSES, the heroine, a gourmet chef who wants her own kitchen, and hero, an ambitious hotelier, have an opportunity to bid on a rundown inn and restore it to its previous glory. Along the rock-strewn way to achieving this goal, they discover they need to make some changes in themselves, too, in order to achieve their happily ever after.

After a frenzied year of work and leisure activities, including over-scheduled vacations, exhaustion can take its toll. In addition to our overbooked lives, many of us are working at taking care of both children and parents–but not ourselves.  Even if your parents are independent and your children are grown, it is easy to fall into patterns of caregiving that are unhealthy.

Not only do we become spread too thin, but also we begin to stop enjoying things we once loved to do. When having sex becomes just another chore on your to do list, you need to take serious stock of your life. Sex is one of the great gifts of being alive at any age. Taking control of your time and life can re-energize your bedroom activities. My gift to you on the cusp of planning back-to-school, back to work, back to the hamster wheel, is to share this with you in the hopes that you will begin to take better care of yourselves, too.

SEVEN STEPS TO MAKING HEALTHY CHANGES

Step One: Admit that you have needs, too. We cannot be Wonder Woman all the time. If you crash, you can’t help anyone. Accept the idea that you need to take care of yourself. If you don’t take care of yourself, you will be useless to your dependents. It is not shameful to take care of yourself. You have needs, too. One of them is a healthy sex life.

Step Two: Write down what you need, physically, emotionally, spiritually. Get thee to a doctor. Get your regular checkups. Inform your personal physician if you are a caregiver when you go for medical appointments and inform your doctor of any special stress or issues you are facing. Ask what you can do to improve your sex life.

Step Three: Write down what you will do about getting your needs met. Henriette Klauser says, “When you care enough to write down your goals, stand back.” Writing your goals down makes them tangible and your subconscious continues to work on them, even when you forget about them. Make a contract with yourself to change unhealthy behaviors and to start new healthy ones. When you write your goals down, they are more likely to happen. Set goals and stick to them. Tell your family and friends what you are doing–and ask for their help. “I have a quit date for smoking. I need your help.” Or, “I want to get more exercise. Could you please come over and watch Mom so I can get out for a thirty minute walk?” Quitting smoking, eating healthy, getting exercise improve not only how you feel, but how you feel about your attractiveness. It also revs up your sex drive.  

Step Four: ASK FOR HELP. People may think you WANT to do it all. Allow others to help you. We can be our own worst enemies when it comes to asking for help. We feel as if we ought to be able to do it all, that it’s shameful to ask for help. If a friend or neighbor volunteers and says, “If there’s anything I can do, let me know,” say, “Yes, I would love it if…” and you fill in the blank. Of course, you should be reasonable in your requests. It is okay to ask for help, too. The worst thing that will happen is someone will say no. More likely, they will say yes. Perhaps you have trouble letting go of control? Delegating not easy for you? Maybe family and friends want to help, but are waiting for you to ask them. ASK!

Step Five: Take action. Do what you say you will do for yourself. Don’t keep putting it off. Let go of non-priority tasks and take on activities that make you healthy, physically and emotionally. Have a date night. Spend time with your partner and make it pleasurable. Go to dinner, watch a romantic movie, light candles, take a shower or bubble bath together. Turn on the mood music and get out those special massage oils.  Make an appointment for you and your lover and keep it. Do NOT fill up that space with something else. Put it on your Google calendar with lots of reminders.

Step Six: Write about how you feel about your actions. Journaling has been found to be an effective tool for stress reduction. Keep a diary to record and track your emotional status. Sometimes we try to tell ourselves everything is okay, when it really isn’t. Denying your feelings of loss, sadness, loneliness, or being overwhelmed does not make them go away. When you put something in writing, it forces you to acknowledge your feelings and can motivate you to do something to improve the situation.

Step Seven: Start OVER again with Step One. Over time this will become natural, but right now, it will feel awkward.

What tips do you have for taking care of yourself and your sex life?

While you think about your answer, here’s an excerpt from An Inn Decent Proposal, which appears in my anthology, KILLER KISSES

 Now do you admit that my cooking makes men weak at the knees?”

He crawled to her chair, reached up and pulled her face down to his and slanted his mouth over hers. “Yes,” he breathed. “You have made my knees—and other parts of my body weak.” He pressed his lips against hers and she responded, opening her mouth. She tasted like pomegranates. He wanted more of her flavors. Now.

He ran a hand down her neck and found a hardened nub awaiting his touch through the thin lace. He lowered his head to her breast and sucked at the cloth, pulling her into his mouth until she moaned. Then he moved to the other breast, but pulled the blouse down, exposing a claret-colored nipple the size of a silver dollar. He licked and sucked at that large, lovely rosebud until she clutched at his hair.

“Stop.” She panted. “We still have dessert.”

“You’re my dessert.”

“I’m not too fat for you?”

He looked up into her eyes, his tongue longing to return to sucking on that big bud. “Skinny women don’t turn me on. I love your curves, your hips, your big beautiful ass, your full, delicious breasts, and your sweet, succulent nipples. I want to explore every inch of your luscious lovely thighs, right up to your—”

She pushed away from him, stood and took his hand. He tried to pull her back but she shook her head, smiled, and dragged him down a hallway. Illuminated only by candles, her bedroom contained a queen-sized bed, large pillows, and red satin sheets. A cooking cart with a chafing dish stood ready to serve.

She turned to him. “Get undressed.”

As he ripped his shirt and pants off, she released her hair from her ponytail and peeled out of her lace top and slinky pants. She wore no underwear. He swept his gaze over her large breasts, full hips and the red triangle of hair he wanted to sample next. He stood at complete attention, pointing straight at her. He reached for Genie, grazed a breast, and she shoved him back onto the bed. “Lie down.”

He complied, shivers running up and down his spine.

Hair draping across her face, she stood over him and drizzled warm chocolate sauce on his chest, belly button, hips, and erection. Then she dropped dollops of whipped cream in swirls along the same pattern.

“Just so you know, this is all homemade.”

Bending her head over her work, she quickly licked from his neck down to his belly button, and then in a slow, deliberate pace, continued downward. He groaned and grew harder and thicker with each lick.

He grabbed Genie and pulled her onto the bed. “I’m hungry, too.”

A dish in each hand, he drew wild patterns with chocolate sauce and whipped cream across her lush curves. After eying his handiwork, he licked his lips. “I think I’ll start with these two delicious mounds topped with these bright, red cherries. Then, I’ll follow the chocolate trail down to here.”

He slid a chocolate covered finger into her moist folds, sliding across her center, flicking her until she wriggled and arched her hips upward. He smiled, withdrew his finger and licked it. “Delicious.”

Between gritted teeth, she gasped. “Tease.”

“Look who’s talking. You’ve been driving me wild all evening.” Jim licked his way down the chocolate path. The pool of sweet brown liquid in her navel and below required extra attention to detail, and he lapped up every drop, first licking lazy circles on her soft thighs. She grabbed his head and pushed him to her silky triangle. His tongue probed her saucy folds, then nibbled at her hard nub until she moaned, screamed his name, and clutched his hair.

“I want you inside me.”

He crawled on his elbows, maintaining skin contact with each upward movement. He looked deep into her eyes and slid inside her. She rose to meet him at every stroke, urged him onward, and let him know with her touches exactly what she wanted: harder, deeper, stronger thrusts. She shuddered and screamed his name, he couldn’t hold on any longer. He came with a shout and fell on top of her.

She looked him in the eye. “Ready for the cheese course?”

Our Favorite Hot Books

Want something hot to read? How hot do you like it? Back by popular demand, here are some of our favorite book recommendations:

Platinum Passion recommended by Chellesie B Dancer

What if you could choose between spending the night with your beloved husband, or a hunky sex god? If it were up to me, I’d chose both! Most of us, if we ever had such a choice, would hold fast to our one true love. But what if the hunky sex god chose both of you? IF you want to find out what would happen, you’ve got to read PLATINUM PASSION! After twenty years, Jeannie and Jake have a love that’s strong, but the spark between them is muffled by piles of everyday stress. Until their 20th wedding anniversary, when hot and hunky Pothos, the god of sexual yearning, saunters into their life. PLATINUM PASSION was a Best Book of 2011 nominee in GLBT Fantasy Romance at The Romance Reviews. An erotic novella, it’s just long enough to explore lots of possibilities on this one perfect night. And short enough to read in one evening and still have time to pursue your own passions that night… The only thing I wondered, how soon can I read the next one in the GODS OF LOVE series? Luckily book 2, APHRODITE CALLING, came out yesterday! Woohoo!

Buy PLATINUM PASSION at Amazon.

Killer Kisses recommended by Roz Lee

I’ve long been a fan of Sharon Buchbinder’s work, so when she compiled seven of her shorter works into a smorgasbord-like anthology – I was thrilled! KILLER KISSES is a wonderful collection of unique and individual works, surprisingly from the same author. Where many authors are one-trick ponies, unable to break out of the proverbial mold, Ms. Buchbinder isn’t one of them. With this collection, she showcases her many and varied writing talents across the contemporary romance genre. If you’re looking for something you can read in short bursts, this is the book for you, but don’t be surprised if you sit down to read one of the short stories and end up not putting it down until you’ve finished the entire collection. Ms. Buchbinder’s characters are rich and her story lines full of surprising depth. Her writing style will pull you in and hold you captive from beginning to end.

Buy KILLER KISSES at Amazon.

Power Play recommended by Jennifer Lynne

I read this erotic romance soon after its release and it is a story that has stayed in my mind as one of my favorites. And that is saying something because believe me, I read a lot! So what was it about POWER PLAY that grabbed and held my attention above so many others in this genre? In her novel, Ms. Dancer does a beautiful job traversing that fine line between super-sexy and kink – so good a job in fact, that I went out and bought some almond oil after reading this sizzling story. Enough said! That enticing promise (or threat!) of light BDSM in my romance reading is a place that at times I love, and at others I am not so comfortable in, but the playful tone of Ms. Dancer’s story drew me in and held my interest throughout. The ambiguity of the term “power play” relating both to Liz and Sergio’s sexual activity and their respective places in the corporate world added an extra layer of interest and helped boost the eroticism brewing between these two characters. I will never look at almond oil – or my partner’s business ties – in the same way again. This book is a finalist in the RWA Passionate Plume awards (novella category) and in my opinion, deservedly so. If you like your romance sizzling hot with a hint of kink, this read is just perfect.

Buy POWER PLAY at Amazon.

Sweet Carolina recommended by Sharon Buchbinder

Vrrrroom, vrrroom, ladies, start your engines with Roz Lee’s SWEET CAROLINA! When Caudell (Dell) Wayne gets suspended from NASCAR racing and loses his ride, the only thing he expects to do is sit in his lavish home, drink beer and brood over fulfilling his dead father’s prophecy that he would never live up to his arch enemy, Dickhead Warner. Unbeknownst to him, his childhood friend and gear head gal pal, Caroline Hawkins, has grown up and taken over her deceased dad’s racing team. She watches Dell’s demise from afar, first with dismay, then with a glimmer of hope for her deteriorating finances. If she can keep Madman Dell from killing himself and wrecking cars, maybe, just maybe, she can bring her family company back from the brink of financial ruin. When she shows up on his doorstep with the outrageous proposal that he should drive for her, she expects him to turn her down. Instead, he says yes and it’s not just the metal wheels on the concrete walls that spark. He’s an employee, untouchable, or so her brain says. Her body has other thoughts. He knows she’s the boss and he thinks she looks sexy in–and out–of greasy overalls. The fire suits won’t stop the flames that ignite between these two. Will he win the right races and find his soul and soul mate? Or will their relationship crash and burn on the sharp twists and turns of Roz Lee’s unexpected plot twists? I’m not giving you the answers, but I can tell you, I will never look at NASCAR races and racers the same way again after reading this book. Get some ice cubes before you start, it’s a scorching read.

Sweet Carolina is available at:

Amazon

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Do you have any hot books you’d like to recommend?

Angels versus Demons: Who’s Sexier?

In celebration of Leia Shaw and Carrie Ann Ryan‘s new paranormal romance releases in June and July, we’re participating in an angel and demon themed blog hop! (Click here to go to Leia and Carrie’s blog).
Leia’s book, Destiny Bewitched, features a sexy as hell (pun intended) demon named Geo, and Carrie’s, Dust of My Wings, hero is an angel named Shade.

Angel and Demon sexy storiesWe were asked to let readers know which we’d rather have to…uh…cuddle up with at night – angels or demons? And what are our favorite angel or demon books? Since we have four authors on this blog, each of us has a different opinion and a different book. Here’s what the Sexy Romance Stories authors had to say. We’re giving away a Sexy Romance Story ebook to one lucky commenter! (Good all over the world!)

Jennifer Lynne: Do I prefer an angel or a demon? Hmm, if we’re talking about real life then I vote for an angel, but when it comes to fiction and the most delectable romance hero a woman could wish for, then my vote almost always goes to the demon lover! There’s just something about a bad boy that really gets to me – maybe it’s the possibility of redemption through the love of a good woman. Maybe it’s the promise – or delicious threat – of violence just at the edge of all that passion. Whatever it is, I love reading about bad boy heroes, and most of the time I like writing about them, too. My heroes usually have a dark side. While I haven’t created an actual demon or angel as yet, I do have a Greek god or three on offer! My Gods of Love series that began with menage a trois erotic romance, Platinum Passion, continues with the just-released transsexual romance, Aphrodite Calling. This erotic novella features Himeros, an ancient Greek god of sexual desire who knows exactly how to answer the call of need in every mortal who asks. Here’s a brief snippet that illustrates the complex light/dark aspect of his nature:

“We do have a couple of onlookers.”

His soft words, murmured into her hair, had her thighs tightening involuntarily around him as the burning excitement grew. Who was watching? And what show did they want to see? Straight sex between a man and a woman, or sex between two people who both had a penis?

Are you wondering if I really had the op? If there aren’t actually two hard dicks here right now, hidden by my skirt, sliding up and down against each other and dampening my panties with all that leaking pre-cum?

Too bad.

A sudden flare of anger ignited inside of her toward the peeping Toms, whoever they were, and she dug one of her heels into the crease of his ass, rubbing it up and down with just enough pressure to elicit a moan of protest from Himeros.

She stopped. “Sorry.”

“Ah, but I enjoy the lick of pain, Gina.”

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Roz Lee: Whether or not you believe actual angels and demons live among us, the concept is familiar. Demons are bad and angels are good. Demons influence us in dangerous way, and angels come along to guide us on a better path. Demons are destructive, and angels help us heal.

We’re all familiar with the sayings, the devil made me do it, and there was an angel on my shoulder. Most people don’t believe those in a literal sense, but refer to the battle of wills going on inside us on a daily basis. Sometimes it’s as simple as deciding to tell the cashier she gave you too much back in change or smiling at your good fortune and keeping your mouth shut. Other times, it’s deeper, darker.

In my current work in progress, Jason’s inner demons have served him well, giving him the drive and determination to overcome the odds and build a successful career in major league baseball. But on a personal level, those very same demons that make him such a good baseball player, manifest themselves through sexual needs Jason has long denied. With another failed relationship behind him, Jason is forced to confront his dark desires before they destroy him.

What does Jason need here? An angel, of course! He finds one in Carrie, a woman who understands and accepts his dark side. She brings light to the dark corners of Jason’s life, and through her he finds a way to express himself in a constructive way. She’s the angel he needs to balance the demon inside him. Their relationship isn’t without conflict, but with the help of his angel, Jason will finally put some demons to rest.

Look for Jason’s story, the second book in the Mustangs Baseball series, later this year. Here’s a snippet –

Jason took a few moments to get his head screwed on right as he watched his new sub through the glass. She’d followed his instructions to the letter. Wearing white lace panties and bra, she looked like an angel, minus the wings. He’d have to reward her before he took her to task for disobeying him the night before.

After tonight’s game, nothing would please him more than to give this angel an orgasm she’d never forget, then sink his cock into her heavenly heat. But that wasn’t going to happen. No orgasm for her, and the one he had planned for himself would be fun, but nowhere near as satisfying as he’d hoped. He reminded himself that he was in this to build a lasting relationship, and in the grand scheme of things, one more day wasn’t much to set the right tone.

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Chellesie B. Dancer: Some people are mostly angels, and others are pure demons, but in my upcoming erotic novella “Restless,” free-spirited Cassie has both competing in her head. She’s had the same devoted husband for seven years.  They’ve lived in the same lovely house for six.  And she’s had the same practical career even longer. At thirty years old, Cassie is restless–there’s a hot wind blowing through her that just won’t be satisfied. Then her husband loses his job, his confidence, and his libido. Her inner demon grows stronger and Cassie indulges in some risky flirtations, but her inner angel keeps her mindful of her beloved husband. When a dark enigmatic stranger moves into their home, the devil inside makes her body burn for him. Can she stay cool-headed and loyal, or will she let the fire engulf her? Can her husband accept that his angel is equal parts devil? What happens if she gives in to both?

“You like to watch me, don’t you?”
Taken aback, he just nodded his head. This was the perfect opportunity to try her plan.
“Do you ever…imagine…that it’s you I’m with?”
Long pause. His shoulders were clenched so tight his neck disappeared.
She mentally kicked herself for going too far, but knew enough to keep her mouth shut.
“I don’t mess with married women.”
BINGO!  He was attracted to her and he’d practically admitted it. “Of course not, and I wouldn’t cheat on my husband…”
His shoulders relaxed, and he took a breath.
“Not even with a tempting hunk like you.” She lowered her eyelids seductively as she smiled.

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Sharon Buchbinder: Women, especially strong women, struggle with how they are perceived by men. At times woman are demons, at other times angels. One of the earliest known she demons identified in Sumerian and Kabbalistic Judaism is the seductress and succubus, Lilith. The first wife of Adam, Lilith was his equal in every way. She had no desire to be bossed around by him, so she left Adam and Eden for more interesting company, male demons who hung out around the Red Sea. Apparently, the demons wrote on cave walls, “For a good time, call Lilith!” She coupled with them all and bore hordes of demon babies.

The flip side of the coin is the maternal, angelic being, also from the Kabbalistic literature, the Matronit. This powerful female figure was considered God’s wife. When Israel was threatened, she became a warrior goddess, one capable of riding blazing chariots and destroying armies to defend her chosen ones. But when the second Temple was destroyed, the Matronit grieved and left God to go off on her own until her nation repented and was restored to glory. In the interim, Lilith gives solace to God, because after all, he is a male with needs.

When I wrote Desire and Deception, I wanted to have a strong villainess, a man-eating woman, who also had a side the reader could empathize with. Isabel Ramirez is haunted by her duality–she is Lilith to some and the Matronit to others. She struggles with this duality until she finds a man who loves sees the angel hiding behind the demon within her. Here’s a snippet from DESIRE AND DECEPTION that depicts Isabel’s conflict between seductress and mother.

A hard slap landed on her ass with a cracking sound.

About fucking time he got it right. “Yes! Give me ten like that!” The noise of slaps blended with the scent of her arousal and his grunts with each smack. He rubbed his erection between her legs, touching her wet lips, pressing them apart. She shook her head and panted. “Not yet.” At last when the stinging crescendo hit the right peak, she shouted, “Now, Sean, now!”

He plunged deep inside her.

Her breath came in ragged bursts. “Harder.”

Sean complied with faster, deeper thrusts. Her thighs banged against the desk with each push. She pulled his hands around to her breasts, and placed them on her rigid nipples. “Pinch me.”

He twisted her nipples and thrust harder. She screamed, Sean groaned, shuddered, and fell against her back and hugged her close to him.

Isabel pushed him away. “Get off me.” She handed him a wad of tissues. “Clean me up, and make it snappy. I have to get home before my husband decides to fuck the nanny.”

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