A Bubbly Holiday – Three Short, Sweet Romances in Tropical Paradise
is free on Amazon for the next five days.
Would love you to check it out.
is free on Amazon for the next five days.
Would love you to check it out.
Many, many thanks to Annie Seaton who organised the anthology for us.
As it says on Amazon:
Four delightful romances to escape the northern winter and celebrate the down under summer at the beach. Two novellas and two short stories by four well known Aussie authors. Enjoy these heart warming romances and warm up!
You can find At the Beach on Amazon.
Many thanks to the wonderful blog Love Lust and Lipstick Stains for publishing the first chapter of my fantasy/sci fi Heavenly Revenge.
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.
Another little excerpt from Heavenly Revenge. The story started a few posts ago. Just go back there, if you’re not sure what the story is about.
Still cuddled within Lily’s soft arms, Rose glanced around with wonder. “I’m…really dead?”
Wilma nodded, and Lily hugged her harder.
“How do you know about me?”
Lily backed away from Rose but still clung to her hands. “We’ve always known about you, my dear. It was terrible when your parents died. You were so young.”
Wilma’s eyes softened. “We were proud of you, Rose, always. After such a dreadful start in life, to emerge so strong and talented is a credit to you.”
“When you won your scholarship to the Conservatory,” Lily said, smiling, “I thought I’d burst with pride. But then…”
Drawing her hands away from Lily’s, Rose finished her sentence. “But then I met Josh.” Sympathetic silence ensued as she remembered what she now knew were the last moments of her life.
On stage, as she’d waited for Joshua, she’d stared out at the empty seats, to be filled that night with eager, music-loving bodies. The famous orchestra, presumably minus the lead violin, tuned up behind her. But the billboards outside screamed only two names—Joshua Davis and Rosalind Harris. She and Josh had come a long way since meeting up at the Conservatory. He played the piano superbly, and she played the flute brilliantly. A match made in heaven.
Josh. God, she’d been such an easy mark for him. A sucker. Straight out of school. A virgin. She’d fallen for every one of his lies. The biggest one being that he loved her.
Third little snippet from Heavenly Revenge. Hope you’re enjoying it!
Hurt and that terrible agony had clutched at her again. She had stared at Josh in silent horror as she absorbed his cruel words. He had stepped into his jeans and, with difficulty, zipped them. A roll of fat spilled over the waistband. She’d never noticed that before.
“I mean,” he had continued, a sneer marring the boyish handsomeness of his face, “for God’s sake, look at you. The only time you don’t wear track pants and a T-shirt is when you’re up on stage performing. And look at your hair—always shoved underneath that stupid baseball cap.”
She’d lost the ability to breathe. Her mouth dry, she had stammered, “But…I thought…you said you loved me.”
Josh had rolled his eyes. “For God’s sake, Rose, grow up. We had sex. That’s all it was.”
She was proud of her response. It had been dignified. Aloof. “I’ll see you up on stage in a minute. You’re still not getting the introduction right, and the start of the third movement, when you come in with the orchestra, sounds terrible.”
He was lucky she hadn’t flown at him and gouged great runnels down his sneering, arrogant face.
As Rose became aware of her surroundings once more, she felt the moisture trickling from her eyes and fiercely wiped her face with the back of her hand. She hadn’t cried since she was a child. With her lips pursed, Wilma seemed to find something on the ground absorbing. But Lily, her eyes also brimming with tears, reached for Rose and enclosed her in a soft, comforting embrace.
“He was a bastard, wasn’t he?” Rose whispered, resting her head against Lily’s chubby shoulder.
Lily nodded vehemently. “Yes dear—though we don’t like to use that word here.”
Continuing on from my last post – another small snippet from my erotic romance, Heavenly Revenge:
Lily glanced reproachfully at her friend. “Please excuse my friend’s bluntness, dear. Wilma and I are angels, and it’s our job to organize people…or should I say spirits? Although I know you think you feel the same as ever, and it can be so confusing, and—”
“I’m dead?” Rose stared at the two old ladies. “And…I’m sorry. Did you say you were angels?” She narrowed her eyes and glanced from the tiny, tubby Lily to the tall, angular Wilma. Even though there were two of them, they were old. She could defend herself if they turned violent and could certainly outrun them. But run where? “Look, please, I want to go home. Where am I really?”
Lily gazed anxiously into Rose’s eyes. “You…you do remember that pain in your chest, don’t you, pet?”
She did recall something about a terrible ache.
“And…er…Joshua?” prompted Lily again, still with that worried frown.
Rose stared at the two women without seeing them. She remembered. Josh. She’d loved him so much.
He’d been late for rehearsal, so she’d gone down to his dressing room to find him. And had stood, frozen, as she watched him plunging into the lead violinist. They lay naked, coupling on the couch, the violinist’s long, thin legs wrapped around Josh’s waist. His white backside flexed as he thrust. Maybe she’d made a noise, for a shocking pain had clutched her heart, and she’d been unable to breathe. Josh had stilled, glanced behind him, and withdrawn so quickly from the girl that he’d almost pulled the condom off his erection. His rapidly shrinking erection.
“Yes,” whispered Rose, “I remember.”
But her misery hadn’t ended there.
The girl had scurried away, clasping her bundle of clothes to her naked chest, leaving Rose to face Josh alone. Even now, looking back, Rose was amazed at her own calmness. Usually, her temper more than matched her red hair, as Josh had discovered to his cost in the past. But those had been silly arguments. Not this.
While he’d dressed, Josh’s eyes had roved over her, narrowing in contempt. “You know, if you tried a bit harder with your appearance, maybe I wouldn’t be interested in fucking other girls.”