A Bubbly Holiday – Three Short, Sweet Romances in Tropical Paradise
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Each of our Sultry Scribes writers closed her eyes, opened a magazine, and pointed to her topic. Mine? Oral Sex Lessons! Here it is:
Caitlyn poked out her tongue while she stood in front of the mirror. How far should it stick out?
Glancing back down at the magazine, she quickly skimmed the relevant paragraph. Mmm. It didn’t really say.
She squared her shoulders and stared at herself in the mirror. “Caitlyn,” she said sternly to the skinny young fair-haired freckled woman, “you are going to do this.”
Her reflection seemed to pale.
“Yes, you are,” she insisted firmly. “Darling. Naming no names.” Caitlyn rolled her eyes as she mimicked the throaty tones of her older sister’s best friend, Juliana. Then she ground her teeth together as she and her reflection glowered at each other.
Plopping back down on the bed, she snatched up the magazine, determined to get the hang of this oral sex thing. But the words blurred as she remembered last night.
As she reviewed the flow of the conversation, she stiffened. The…the…bitch. Juliana had brought up the topic herself, right at the start of the night. She’d toyed with the strawberry from her champagne, sliding it in and out of her mouth. Caitlyn snorted. Was that supposed to be seductive? It made her sick, all that spit sticking to the strawberry.
Caitlyn’s throat tightened, her bottom lip wobbled, and two tears trickled down her face. Hayden had stared, fascinated, at Juliana throughout the long excruciating evening. She’d leaned across the table, baring even more of her huge boobs, and had said with a knowing wink, “Darling, some people, naming no names, are quite talented in that direction.”
There was a knock at the door. Damn. Hayden. She’d only got to the tongue loosening exercise.
Quickly wiping her face, she raced to the door, dropping the magazine, still in her hands, onto the dining room table. Hayden stood in the doorway with a bunch of roses, grinning. Before she could say a word, he swept her up in a big bear hug, then carried her inside. “Sweetheart, it’s so good to see you.” He lowered his curly head far down to hers and kissed her. His trademark, yummy, sigh-worthy, soft, gentle kiss. As he drew away, he laughed, as he always did, at her sigh. “What about that Juliana last night? Dahling,” he said, his voice a low, throaty growl, “Some people are quite talented in that direction.” His blue eyes twinkled as he chuckled. “God, I laughed all the way home.”
“You…you weren’t…um…interested in that whole…um…oral sex thing?” Caitlyn said, licking her dry lips.
His eyes fell to the magazine article on the table. Its huge headlines seemed to have transplanted themselves across her heated forehead.
ORAL SEX WORKSHOP —BLOW BY BLOW TIPS.
“Baby,” he said softly, “we’ll get to that one day, but for now, let’s go out to dinner. We can take things as slowly as you like.”
As he went off in search of a vase, Caitlyn breathed out a whole lungful of air. She picked up the magazine and went to throw it into the rubbish bin.
But a sudden giggle tickled at her throat. The picture of the banana drew her eyes to the article’s first key point: How to Get Him To Go Down There More Often.
Maybe she wouldn’t throw the magazine away.
I’d love you to check out Lisa Adam’s Blogspot, Pen the Dream. She’s written a great review of Heavenly Revenge and has explained the difference between erotica and erotic romance very well.
Here’s part of her review:
And here comes the unusual. Our heroine is dead. Yep, you heard me. And I’m not giving away anything here because you figure that out in the first two pages of the book. But, she wasn’t supposed to die yet. Heaven’s not ready for her. So, she has two choices. Hang around Earth haunting people, including her cheating-ex, or go live life in an alternate universe and save the world. Um… hello? Bad-ass chick check… SAVE THE WORLD!
The hero? An arrogant king, who is at war with neighbors and believes her to be a spy. Can we say punishment 🙂
I’m really on the fence about this one. The ending was spectacular. An assured happily ever after and what not. But the first meeting of this pair is rather rough and hard to take. The first sexual encounter happens early in the book, but it isn’t under the best of terms. There was that moment that I almost put the book down because I thought it was too close to unwanted sex. (I’m so glad I didn’t!) In fact the heroine keeps telling him to stop & he keeps persisting until finally she gives in and he has his way with her. Now, she enjoys every bit of it & even urges him to continue. The games continue throughout the rest of the book, and it is an enthralling read, but that first scene was rough. So, I’ve thought a lot about it and I have to say this is….
It is with great pleasure that we can announce that three of the Sultry Scribes have been voted into the ARRA Awards finals. Being nominated is a huge honour and to make it into the finals is an amazing achievement.
Our finalists are:
Dakota Harrison for Favourite Contemporary Romance, Exhale and Breathless. Dakota has also finalled in the Favourite New Romance Author for 2013.
C.T. Green has finalled in the Favourite Paranormal Romance with The S.E.R.A. Files Volume 1 and,
Sandra Harris has finalled in the Favourite Sci-Fi, Fantasy or Futuristic Romance with Alien, Mine and Sandra has finalled in the Favourite New Romance Author for 2013.
We’d like to extend our best wishes and congratulations to all finalists.
Snippets from Victoria
We Sultry Scribes haven’t been able to get together lately, which has caused us to be distinctly uncreative in our flash fiction. So for something different from me, here’s the start of a few snippets from Heavenly Revenge:
“The poor, wee girl. Rose, Rose, can you hear me, love?”
Rose’s eyelids fluttered. A stark, white light stabbed into her eyes and she shut them again. But in that brief glimpse, she’d seen the blurry faces of two women peering down at her.
“Rose, are you with us, pet? Open your eyes, there’s a good girl. You don’t have much time.”
“Rose!” The other woman spoke this time, sharper in tone. Rose opened her eyes and studied the faces bent over her. Both were older women, about seventy perhaps, with fly-away white hair and white flowing gowns. As Rose struggled to her feet, they broke out in relieved smiles.
“Good girl. Och, Wilma, she looks so pale, the poor lassie.”
“Everyone who comes here is pale, Lily. I wish you would strive to be less foolish.”
“All I said—”
During this exchange, Rose glanced around at her surroundings, and recognized nothing. Flat, barren land, seared in that glaring white light, stretched to every mist shrouded horizon. Not another living thing in sight. She breathed in the cool, pure air, and frowned at the strange, spongy surface beneath her.
“Where the hell am I?”
Both ladies regarded her with shocked expressions, and the one whose name seemed to be Wilma said, “Now, now, Rose. This isn’t the best place to be using bad language.”
Rose blinked. “I’m sorry. I meant—where am I? And who are you? How do you know my name?”
“My name is Wilma and this is Lily,” the taller woman answered. Lily beamed, her pale blue eyes warm and welcoming behind her glasses. Rose found herself smiling in return. Wilma continued. “You’re dead. You’re outside the gates of Heaven, but you aren’t allowed to go in.”
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At our latest Sultry Scribes meeting, we wrote onto slips of paper, a noun, an adjective, and an emotion, then dropped those words into separate bowls. Each person then ‘lucky dipped’ to choose her own three words, all of which had to appear somewhere in her story.
The Honourable Emily Honeywood shivered as a cold breeze brushed the back of her neck. She turned up the collar of her brother’s greatcoat and continued to stare in through the lighted window. Inside she could see the man she watched relaxed before the warmth of a roaring fire, with what looked to be a brandy in one hand and a book in the other. Lucien, Marquess of Thornbury appeared to be the epitome of gentlemanly refinement. But Emily knew otherwise. She had been watching him for three nights now and tonight she knew what she had to do.
Cold seeped up her legs despite her sturdy boots, and her stomach rumbled. How unladylike. Aunt Prue would be shocked. But Emily was hungry having had to skip dinner and plead a headache so that she would not be missed. But then Aunt Prue would be beyond shocked, she would be positively manic if she could see Emily now, standing in the shadows, dressed in her brother’s clothes, watching a gentleman.
As she continued to stare into the light she saw his lordship lay aside his book and stand. Emily’s hand shook as it closed about the gun in her pocket. The time was now.