Wednesday, February 29, 2012

An Interview with Carol Preflatish

Please join me in welcoming Carol Preflatish as she shares with us a little information about her writing as well as a peek at her latest release, Saved by the Sheriff.

1) Links to website and list of books with purchase links.
2) How long have you been writing? What got you in to writing?
I started writing seriously in 2000. My interest in writing started way back in high school composition classes. Then, the 1980's I started writing fan fiction. I enjoyed writing it so much, I decided to give writing regular fiction a shot. 

3) What was your first published book? Looking back, is there anything you’d change about it?
My first book was "Love, Lies & Deceit" released in 2009 from Red Rose Publishing. I believe I'm a better writer now than I was then and I'm sure there would be lots I would change if I edited it now.

4) What or Who has influenced your writing?
I think my creativity influences my writing the most. I love to think up new things for my characters to do.

5) Where do you get your ideas?
No place in particular. My current book is very loosely based on a real mystery that happened about 50-60 years ago near where I live.

6) What hinders your writing? (distractions? noise?)
My worse hindrance is my day job. I'm so tired when I get home, I don't want to write. The other distraction I have is photography. I recently got interested in it again and am participating in the where you take and post a photo every day.

7) What genre are you most comfortable with? What would you like to explore?
I'm currently published in romantic suspense, but I really want to write a contemporary mystery and have started writing a mystery series, when I can find the time to work on it.

8) Are you a by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of writer, or do you have to use an outline to put your collective thoughts into some semblance of common sense?
I do a little of both, but lean more toward a by-the-seat-of your-pants writer.

9) Which of your books is your favorite? Why?
Of my published books, my current one, "Saved by the Sheriff" is my favorite, but the mystery that I am working on is my passion right now.

10) Do you incorporate some of yourself into your characters? Personality traits? Likes? Dislikes?
I do like to incorporate some of my likes and dislikes into the characters, such as music, movies, and food.

11) What do you think is the perfect hero/heroine? Why?
I don't think anyone is perfect. They have to have flaws to make them realistic.

12) What is your latest release? Please share the blurb and purchase info with us.
My latest book is Saved by the Sheriff and can be purchased from Secret Cravings Publishing with several formats to choose from, for Kindle and for Nook .

New York City writer, Jaime Wilson wants the Assistant Editor job at Real Mystery Magazine. In order to get it, she has to write a kick-ass story, and what could be better than a 30-year old unsolved murder in a small town.

When Jaime visits Royal, Indiana to investigate, she soon finds that someone in the town doesn't want the mystery solved and she becomes a target. After an arrest for trespassing and an attempt on her life, Sheriff Ben Hunter lets her stay at his place where he can keep an eye on her while she continues to work on her story.

She didn't count on falling in love with the sheriff and he didn't think he would have to work so hard to keep her safe. Finally, when she finishes her story, she has to make her choice whether to stay with Ben or go back to New York.

Jaime carefully walked up to the old house that stood near a newer home with a barn between the two. She took a few pictures through the windows. The inside of the house looked like no one had been there in years. Perhaps left just the way it was when the Murdock's had last been there. She stood at the front door and couldn't resist trying the knob. The door opened.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he warned.

"I'll just take one picture of the inside and then we'll go." She took one step into the house.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he related again.

"You should listen to the boy," a deep voice echoed from behind them.
She knew that voice.

"Come on out."

Jaime turned to see Ben standing at the corner of the old house, handcuffing Bobby behind his back. "What are you doing?" she asked, walking over to them.

"Arresting him for trespassing. You're next."


"Didn't you see the No Trespassing sign?" Ben asked.

"Yes, but..."

"Then you should have turned back. Now, turn around."

Jaime put her camera on the porch and turned around for Ben to handcuff her. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I thought of you handcuffing me," she mumbled to him.

He didn't answer, but instead picked up her camera and led them through the trees to his police car that was parked in front of the other house. She assumed it belonged to the Cook family. A woman in a housedress stood on the front porch.

"They won't be back out here again, Mrs. Cook," Ben called to the lady.
"Thanks, Sheriff."

He opened the back door of his car and Bobby got in. Before Jaime got in, she looked up at Ben. "I'm sorry."

He didn't answer, but put his hand on top of her head so she wouldn't bump it as he guided her into the car.

13) What do you have in the works?
I'm currently working on a story about a millionaire who meets and hires a personal chef to cook for his dinner parties. Things start heating up in the kitchen when these two start cooking.

14) Do you have any suggestions/comments for prospective authors?
My advice would be to not give up, always work on your writing skills, and at the same time learn about the business of writing.

Monday, February 27, 2012

An Interview with Jaq Hawkins

Please join me in welcoming Jaq Hawkins as she shares with us a little information about her journey through writing and what a perfect first date for her would be.

Be sure to check out the excerpt from her book Dance of the Goblins, after the interview.

1) Links to website and list of books with purchase links.
Chaos Monkey
Understanding Chaos Magic
Spirits of the Aether
Spirits of the Air
Spirits of the Earth
Spirits of the Fire
Spirits of the Water
Dance of the Goblins
2) How long have you been writing? What got you in to writing?

All my life, driven to write since I was 6.

3) What was your first published book? Looking back, is there anything you’d change about it?

Understanding Chaos Magic (Capall Bann Publishing) I did actually update it for the second edition.

4) What or Who has influenced your writing?

All my favourite authors; Ray Bradbury, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Anne McCaffrey, etc. Mostly Fantasy authors.

5) Where do you get your ideas?

From everything. A casual remark can set me off on a new idea for a project.

6) What hinders your writing? (distractions? noise?)

Having a life. ;) My boyfriend and I have worked out balances so that I get time to write now.

7) What genre are you most comfortable with? What would you like to explore?

Fantasy is where I want to work most. I'm getting into Steampunk now, have sent a first novel to an appropriate publisher and am waiting to hear back.

8) Are you a by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of writer, or do you have to use an outline to put your collective thoughts into some semblance of common sense?

I'm mostly 'seat of the pants', but I did an outline recently for an erotic novel because a publisher wanted it.

9) Which of your books is your favorite? Why?

Dance of the Goblins, because I really love visiting the world I've created there. I'm finishing off the first sequel now and am really reveling in the atmosphere.

10) Do you incorporate some of yourself into your characters? Personality traits? Likes? Dislikes?

I think that's inevitable for an author, but I also have charaters who are very diferent from me or anyone I know. Some are people I don't even like.

11) What do you think is the perfect hero/heroine? Why?

Someone who the ordinary reader can identify with. They need to have fallibilities as well as motivations for what they set out to do in the story.

12) What is your latest release? Please share the blurb and purchase info with us.

The most recent is the Ebook edition of Dance of the Goblins, but keep an eye out for The Wake of the Dragon, my Steampunk novel.

13) What do you have in the works?

Sequels to both series' as well as a few short stories and 2 films in edit. There are other projects waiting to be finished as well, including a fun fantasy novel called The Chase for Choronzon.

14) Do you have any suggestions/comments for prospective authors?

Let the rejections roll off your back, we all get them. JK Rowling did as well.


2) If you could be an animal, what would it be? Why?

I used to want to be a cat, but then I thought about what they eat. I think I'll stick with human actually.

3) If you had super powers, what would they be? Why?

But I do... ;)

4) If you could be an immortal, what would you want to be? Why?

A successful Alchemist. They can still enjoy the pleasures that mortality brings.

5) If you could change three things in the world, what would they be? Why?

Currency and governments, because they are all about power over others, but most of all materialism. It just causes so much trouble.

6) What would be a perfect date for you?

Disneyland of course. Or looking for fairies in Groudle Glen (Isle of Man).

7) Is there anywhere you’d like to visit? Why?

I still haven't made it to Egypt (for the historic sites) or Australia(for the animals).

8) Do you have any obsessions? What are they?

Writing and filmmaking are quite enough, trust me.

9) Do you have a crush on any actor/actress? Who?

Not the actors so much as the characters. Captain Jack Sparrow tops the list of course.

Getting personal with Jaq Hawkins…

I went on a game show called Dragon's Den to try to get funding to make a film of my book. This led to making somw no budget movies and having my life taken over by filmmaking, although I do manage to keep writing as well.

Author Name: Jaq D Hawkins
Book Title: Dance of the Goblins
Genre: Fantasy
Publisher: International Waters
Format: ebook and print
At the centre of goblin society is The Dance, the spiritual exaltation of life itself which is central to the goblins' existence. In the human world above, life is austere and goblins only a myth. When Count Anton is drawn into the rhythm of The Dance, a clash between two worlds is about to begin...

Excerpt: G
'I don't know why we're doing this,' growled Latham. Ten pairs of eyes turned towards him as the ragged group of common men huddled within their cloaks in the damp chill of pre-dawn on the heath. Latham drew his own cloak as close as possible over his hulking frame, pulling the hood down over his dark, greasy hair. He peered at them from within his wrappings to be sure that he had their attention. 

'Since when do we take orders from the women anyway? It's not like it was the first time Caleb had a fight with his missus and went off for a walk to let off steam.' 

'But he always came back before,' said the younger man at his side. Latham had always liked Ranalf, but just now he was only irritated by the metalsmith's apprentice and his reasonable attitude. The boy didn't even have to be here as he had no wife yet to nag him out of his warm bed. Latham only wished they would find the missing man so that he could get back to his own. But there was no more to be done now except to keep on complaining until the others gave in and they could all go home. 

'We've been walking over the heath half the night, we probably missed him in a patch of fog.' 

'What was that?' The hushed voice of one of the older men had an acute sense of urgency to it. All was silent for a moment. It was Ranalf who next thought he heard a sound, almost like a voice, just on the edge of hearing. He motioned with his hand for the others to follow and crept carefully in the direction that he thought the sound had come from. He knew that sound could be deceptive in the dampness, but his intuition led him on. His trust in the odd sense that he had was quickly rewarded with another sound, like tree branches being pushed aside. The others heard it too this time and moved more quickly towards it despite the potential danger of a misstep in the dim light. 

'There he is!' shouted the older man. Caleb had seemed to appear suddenly out of the side of a lichen covered hill. The man who had spotted him was almost delirious with the excitement of seeing the missing man alive and apparently unhurt, just when they had begun to give up hope. Then his face quickly changed to an expression of shock and horror. 

'What is that…thing!' he said in an exclamation of gross disgust. 

In the next heartbeat the man took in the sight of the creature that held Caleb by the arm. It seemed small and scrawny, but the muscles visible beneath its sickly green skin spoke of powerful limbs. They held as much threat as the sharp teeth protruding from its slack mouth, hanging open now in an expression of astonishment. It matched those of the humans who stood frozen in a moment of disbelief. The creature was nearly naked, wearing only a loincloth of some unknown animal skin. It was as dark as the unruly hair that hung down its back in a sweeping wave, broken only by its large, pointed ears. 

There were blue marks on its upper body which looked like paint imbedded in the skin. Most mesmerising though, were the large yellow eyes that held the man's gaze for an eternal split second. Then the creature was gone. Caleb stood alone for a moment, then collapsed into unconsciousness. Ranalf leaped to his side, checking quickly for heartbeat and breath. He nodded to the others to confirm that the man was alive, then as if by a signal, the men shouted all at once in an unintelligible war cry that rang through the early morning light. They plunged through the lichen and fell on a depression that might have been an opening once, but had been freshly filled in with loose earth. Latham shouted to Ranalf to run back to the village for help, while the others called orders to each other randomly. They began to dig with their hands or any other tools they could improvise. 

On the other side of the freshly filled opening, the creature ran. The others of its kind had acted quickly. Goblins learned from a young age what to do in case of a sighting. There were enough others with him to hold the wall for a few minutes at best on their own, but it would be enough. He leaped down the left hand passage, clearing the pit trap easily. He nodded with an undulation of his upper body as he said just one word to the goblin waiting just beyond the opening in the side wall. 


The other goblin's eyes widened, but he reacted quickly, returning the nod briefly as he began beating a rhythm on the large drum at his side. Now the diggers will come, Darek thought to himself as he continued running down the passage. He stopped anyone he met to spread the message as he ran. In his mind, the young goblin retraced his movements just before the sighting, searching for any hint of carelessness. By the time he reached the deeper levels he was satisfied. There was no breach of procedure. It was just an accident of timing. But one thought terrified him. 

Because of that timing, the world is going to change. Forever.


Where you can find Jaq:


Friday, February 24, 2012

I Wanna Sext U Up by Amber Skyze

Author Name: Amber Skyze

Book Title: I Wanna Sext U Up

Genre: Contemporary Erotic

Publisher: Loose Id

Format: ebook

Tool belt…check. Rope…check. Lube…check. Violet Wand…Check. Beckett Manning, the host of Room Makeovers is ready to give Riley Anderson more than a remodeled kitchen. He’s about to bring her to the edge of ecstasy and back. Whether it’s hot sex in the bathtub or Riley hog-tied to the bed, he’s determined to show this brazen beauty how sexually desired she is.

A simple text leads to a case of mistaken communication and before long Riley finds herself tied to her bed and being driven to distraction. Beckett knows how to tease and torture every inch of her skin. He also knows his way around an orgasm, which keeps Riley wanting more.

Excerpt: (Adult) 
It’s over, Riley. U r just no good in bed. Boring in fact. I moved my things out earlier.

Riley Anderson read the text for the hundredth time. She’d kept it to remind her of the asshole she’d spent too many years with. The words served as a reminder of all her anger and resentment for the jerk who hadn’t had the decency to break up with her face-to-face. No, he had to do it over text. 

“Aaargh!” Riley raised the sledgehammer again. She brought the hammer down on the kitchen cabinet with every ounce of strength her arms possessed. “This is for you, dirt bag.” She sent the iron head crashing into another wooden door. “Not good in bed? Why because I didn’t get off on choking you until you almost passed out?”

Aside from the last year of their relationship when Terry wanted to explore other fetishes, Riley believed they had a great thing going. She thought for sure he would be the man she’d marry. When she bought the house it was with the intention that someday Terry would be her husband and they’d fill the spare bedrooms with children. How wrong she’d been.

The hammer smashed into the wood door of the overhead cabinet.

“Because passing out wasn’t fun? Fuck you, Terry.”

She repeatedly pounded away at the cabinets until she’d destroyed them all. “That’ll fix your ass, Terry.”

She stood back and assessed the damage. She’d managed to tear apart the kitchen in less than an hour. Her arms were sore from the weight of the tiny wrecking ball, but that didn’t matter. She’d accomplished something her ex only promised her for the last year of their relationship. She’d started the renovation of the kitchen.

Now that Terry had been gone for nine months, she’d do it on her own. She didn’t need him to remodel. Riley was a smart woman. She’d be her own fix-it handywoman.

“Guess I’d better go to the hardware store and get a move on this.” She leaned the wooden handle of the hammer against the cracked wood of the cabinet and wiped her hands together.

Satisfaction filled her soul.

Riley retrieved her purse and keys from the Formica counter top and headed out the door -- one destination in mind. The local chain home repair store.

The ride to the hardware store was a blur. Her only thought…what steps she’d need to take to get the work done. She’d have to put in new cabinets. She wanted new appliances. Stainless steel. Granite countertops were a must. Those Formica ones just wouldn’t cut it any longer.

She pulled into a parking spot and turned off the car.

“Time to buy a new kitchen.”

Confidence radiated off her as she stepped into the large store. She felt proud. She had a project to do while she was on vacation. It’d likely take her longer than the week, but it would be a start.

“Excuse me.”

Riley turned to see if the man behind the sexy baritone was talking to her. She was surprised to see a gorgeous man holding a microphone walking toward her. A cameraman following closely behind him.

“Yes,” she whispered. Dear God, please don’t be from the news. The last thing I need is to be on the local news looking disheveled. 

“Hi, I’m Beckett Manning. I’m from Room Makeovers. Are you remodeling any rooms in your house today?”

Holy shit! Riley’s mouth must have fallen to the floor. She’d seen the show a couple of times. Beckett looked ten times hotter in person. When she decided it was time to change the eighties-style kitchen, she’d begun watching all those makeover shows on the cable channel. Terry had watched with her promising they’d do the kitchen soon. Soon never came. The only thing Terry had managed to do was cheat on her with some bimbo. Years of promises vanished out the window along with Terry’s things.


About the Author…
Amber grew up reading sick and twisted murder mysteries. Romance was for little kids and their fairy tales. One day, after her grandmother died and she inherited a boat load of romances, Amber found a new genre to love. Then she discovered erotic romance and found her calling.

In the summer, when not creating sexy, seductive stories, Amber can be found at the ocean or floating around in her pool, with music blasting in the background. In the winter she enjoys sitting in her sunroom watching the snow fall, with the fireplace glowing. She also spends lots of time with her husband, children, and three dogs.

You can find out more about Amber Skyze writing at:

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

In the Flesh by Nicolai Due-gundersen

Author Bio:
I am an author of dark fiction currently studying Literature at the University of Oslo. Having been raised in England and having attended an international school in Norway, my work often finds inspiration from diverse cultures. I have been writing for circa 3 years, penning various tales that explore the human condition under supernatural circumstances, thus merging the rational and the real with the hidden world of the fantastic and macabre. In the future, I hope to complete my Bachelor's degree back home in England and thereafter pursue a Master's degree in Corporate Communications at the International University in Geneva. This will allow me to use the precise language skills honed through the study of Literature and apply it to a business (and thus a real world) context.
Author Name: Nicolai Due-Gundersen

Book Title: In the Flesh

Genre: Dark Fiction/Horror

Format: E-book (PDF, Prc (Kindle), E-pub (Sony/NOOK), HTML)


It is the flesh. The warmth of eternal lust...

In the backstreets of his drab city, Alex finds the perfect gift for his girlfriend, who misses her rural home. Invited into a world of staring portraits, he walks away with the cool gaze of a former rancher, forced to move to modernity.

At first, the gift is welcome. Those blue eyes stare out from a world of rural comfort, what Rachel misses and loves. But there is more behind the gaze, so much more, and slowly it spreads, infects their lives, wanting to break free of its painted milieu and into the real world.

The art gallery. So many frozen faces, all staring...

Sheila, the mistress of these paintings, captures the youth of long gone subjects, but for what purpose? Alex returns to her to relinquish his gift’s burden upon his home, his Rachel. And the mistress waits within these walls of paralysed eyes, soft whispers, and gentle murmurs that defy the prison of gilded picture frames. Trapped youth yearns for freedom. But Sheila’s lust knows no bounds.

As Alex and Rachel are pulled into her game, they learn the true secret behind her brush. The secret of the flesh.

The gifts of lust do not come cheap. There is a price, for mistress and subject alike...

Excerpt (PG):

As the shop bell rang, Sheila was still thinking of her dream, still trembling. Her eyes found the grey of the outside world, thick stains of morning misery tapping outside her window. Her cold sweat had made her feel so fragile as she’d tossed aside the blanket and, hearing the rain, left the curtains shut. She’d helped herself to a filling breakfast. Warmth and colour had returned to her cheeks. This time, however, the fear did not fade. It remained, buried deep inside her, chewing its way through her stomach, her chest.

“And what does it mean?” she asked in contemplation, trying to calm her heart. “What does a dream without paintings mean?” Her work kept her alive, she knew, kept her going body and soul. But still she trembled. At least the shop bell was ringing.


“Coming, sir!”

She breathed a deep gulp of air to calm herself, adjusted the small diamond
around her neck. With that, she walked steadily out of the studio, pulling back the black curtain. She emerged with grace.


Alex turned to face her, his eyes pulling away from a small portrait. He
nodded politely.

“The paintings you have,” he asked, somewhat apprehensive, “are they

Sheila put on her warmest gaze.

“No, sir.” Her hand made a sweeping gesture, taking in the works of the room. “These are all by local artists. A few by myself.”

“You paint?”

Sheila nodded. “I live for it.”

Alex allowed himself to relax.

“My work is affordable,” she said to ease him further. “Perhaps you could give me an idea of what you’re looking for?”

Her client’s eyes returned to the walls; the paintings.

“I’m not sure what kind of portrait to choose,” he explained. “It’s my girlfriend’s birthday, you see, and she misses home.” His gaze found the blue-skied city once more, and he stepped closer.

The Rural Jungle, the painting declared.

“This one,” he pointed. “May be what I’m looking for. Half countryside, half city.”

Sheila nodded, understanding.

“Your girlfriend comes from a quieter place, doesn’t she?”

“A country gal,” Alex confirmed.

“And she misses home, I presume?”

“Far too much,” he sighed.

She licked her lips, observing his face as it stared at the painting. He was young, no doubt.

Still a boy. Perhaps his girlfriend was as youthful as he...

Alex gazed at the warmth of a cloudless morning. The sun spilled its gold upon a rise of buildings, each one defined by sharp thin lines. Their square windows reflected pleasant light; not a single shadow lurking in their eyes.

“A flawless blend of two worlds,” she declared. Her hand brushed past his as she pointed to the work’s tall figure. “Yet this painting tilts more toward a rural style.” From the vivid spill of colours, deep blue eyes gazed softly at her finger. A figure calling her into the world of the rural jungle. She pulled her hand away.

Alex stared at the eyes of the tall stranger.

“A cowboy,” he grinned. “Brilliant.”

Sheila nodded.

“The cowboy symbolises the rural,” she explained. “The rancher, the farmer forced to move away from his roots.”

She stroked the frame’s edge, smiling as Alex caught her gaze and blushed. Such a young boy. Young and sweet. And his girlfriend misses home.

“Now,” she continued, “there is more.” And her hand swept across the golden sun, how it flowed across the buildings, the city. “The cowboy enters a new world, a rough world, but he brings his home with him. He never forgets his culture, his roots.”

Alex nodded, encouraging her to go on.

“The cowboy adjusts to the city, because his heart remains the same. In the city he may be a factory worker, or an accountant. We don’t know, because his new occupation is not what the painting shows.”

“It shows his true roots,” Alex finished for her. “Who he is and always will be.”

“You’ve hit the point of the work, sir.” Her tone softened, matching the interest she saw in his eyes; the lust she desired to exploit, to have as her own. “A rancher will always be a rancher, you see. Never a comfortable office clerk.”

A small shift in Alex’s gaze. So that was his current occupation.

She stepped back as he gripped the frame on both sides, ready to take his gift home.

“Rachel sure will love this.”

“Oh, sir, I’m sure she will. The perfect cure for a homesick cowgirl.”

Alex laughed at her little joke. “How much do you want for it?”

“A modest sum,” Sheila promised. “Seventy dollars.”

He reached for his wallet.

“Do you want it gift wrapped?”

“No, thanks. I’ll have it up on the wall before she gets home.” He took it down with care.

The sound of thunder softened the eagerness in his voice. “It’s a short walk back to the apartment, but perhaps I could get a cover of some sort?”

Sheila patted him on the shoulder. How she loved to see him blush.

“Of course,” she said, beckoning him to the till. She counted his bills with professional speed and found a plastic case for his gift. His eyes were smiling as she slipped it in.

“Thank you, sir.”

“I’ll drop by some other time,” he promised. “If she’s pleased with this one.”

She nodded with warmth, watching his smile linger as he found the door. It opened and closed in two swift movements.

“Another one gone,” she said to herself. “One gaze less.”

Little creaks emerged from the walls, from the mouth of portraits.

“Quiet!” she seethed. All eyes were upon her, every gaze an interrogation.

She faced their looks. She held her ground. “I got rid of one,” she said, defiant. “In time, I’ll be rid of you all.”

Straightening up, she went to the door and reversed her sign of welcome.

“We are closed for today. One is enough.”

Other works by Mr. Due-gundersen:

Angel, published by Necrology Shorts (Under the pseudonym N.D.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Anonymous by Giselle Renarde

Author: Giselle Renarde
Book Title: Anonymous
Genre: Contemporary / The Arts / Ménage (M/M/F) / Group Sex / Bisexual (M/M) Content / Interracial / Multicultural / Voyeurism
Publisher: Amber Heat

Format: print and ebook
Hannah and her husband Nathaniel have always shared one particular fantasy—he wants to make love with another man, and she wants to watch.

When Hannah loses her job to a crumbling economy, she soon finds that an idle mind is indeed “the devil’s playground.” She latches onto the delectably naughty idea of bringing a third into the bedroom, but inviting a man they both know to join them could have far-reaching negative consequences. What they need is someone else. Someone anonymous.

After a hot night of ménage sex with a stunning escort, Hannah becomes obsessed with finding out the identity of their mystery male. Even when Nathaniel unexpectedly introduces another vibrant young man into their relationship, Hannah remains possessed by her fixation.

To what lengths will Hannah go to discover the real identity of "Mr. Anonymous?"       

Excerpt: ADULT
...“I want to suck another man’s cock,” he said.

She smiled. “I want to watch you.”

“I bet you do.”

After setting her glass down on the coffee table, Hannah crossed her bare legs over her husband’s lap and laughed. “I can’t believe we’re talking like this. It’s so naughty!”

She ran her fingers down the front of his already unbuttoned shirt and leaned in to kiss his neck. He smelled like wet pine after coming in from the rain. She kissed him again, kissed his cheek this time. Every peck left a pink mark on his flesh. Tonight, she’d paint him with lipstick. Her lips would be her brush, and his skin her canvas. She’d been waiting all day, and now this dirty talk was gearing her up for an evening to remember.

“Sorry again about dinner,” she said with a deliberate pout.

Nathaniel shrugged. “Hey, it’s not your fault the power went out. I wasn’t all that hungry anyway.” Leaning toward the coffee table, he stacked some cheese onto a cracker and popped it in his mouth. Hannah felt awful that finger food was the best she could do after promising him a meal to die for. She nuzzled his chest as he chewed. From the time he’d walked through the door, she suspected it wasn’t food Nathaniel had on his mind. Her husband wasn’t usually a dirty talker, but he’d sure gotten into it tonight. Maybe it was the candles. The whole atmosphere of the power outage fostered creativity.

“What else do you want?” she asked. “If we had another man here right now, what would you do to him?”

Nathaniel made an Mmm sound deep in his throat as Hannah pulled his shirttails from his navy blue trousers. “Are you undressing me?” he asked.

“Are you avoiding the question?” she answered.

He kissed her forehead, leaving a dab of wet warmth in his wake. “Have you ever known me to avoid questions?” He chuckled as she pushed his shirt down over his shoulders and teased his pert nipple with her tongue. “Oh, you do have a talent for that.”

“You like it, huh?” She leaned across his chest and bit the other nipple as it stood erect. “Well, then, you’d better keep talking, mister. I want to see it in my mind.” Sitting up beside him, Hannah looked out across the candlelit living room. Her gaze fell into the rocking chair under the vast window of the sunroom extension. “If there was a handsome young man, like that guy Jameson from your office…if he was sitting in that rocking chair over there, what would you do to him?”

“What would I do?”

“Yes, what would you do?” Hannah chuckled as Nathaniel rose from the couch and wandered toward the window. “I’m waiting for an answer, Mister ‘I’m secure in my masculinity.’ How would you make that boy come?”

Nathaniel set his thick fingers against the shining oak of the rocking chair. With his back to Hannah, he raised his head to the raindrops drizzling down the great window. She hoped the electricity would never come back on; this naughtiness was much more entertaining than anything on television. Her insides sizzled.

Turning, Nathaniel met Hannah’s gaze from across the room. “If he was sitting in this chair right here?”

Hannah squirmed in her seat. Her panties were wet just thinking about charming Jameson, the young gay go-getter in the grey cubicle across from her husband’s. “Yes, if he was sitting there naked, all dark and delicious, what would you do to his flesh?”

“The first thing I would do,” Nathaniel replied, walking around the chair, “is touch his face.”

She squealed like a schoolgirl. “You would?” Grabbing a throw pillow, Hannah hugged it close to her chest. “Oh, I’d never have guessed that. Where on his face? And what would you touch him with?”

Nathaniel rolled his eyes. “With my finger, you little minx.” He looked down into the rocking chair as though Jameson were really seated there. “I would brush my index finger down his cheek.”

Hannah cooed at the thought. “I’ve never touched a black man’s stubble. I wonder what it would feel like. Would it be fuzzy, do you think, or sharp like yours?”

“I imagine it would feel like mine,” he said, running a hand across his blondish five o’clock shadow. Nathaniel had an exquisite face: a squared jaw, a dimpled chin, a Greek nose, and a scorching look in his grey eyes every time a dirty thought crossed his mind.

“What would you do next?” Hannah asked, squeezing the square pillow closer to her chest. “I’m sure you wouldn’t spend the whole night touching his face.”

Standing upright beside the rocking chair, Nathaniel stuck his thumb in the air and wriggled it. “I’d put this in his mouth.”

“Oooh…” Hannah chuckled. “I thought you were going somewhere else with that.”

Her idea seemed to bring a blush to her husband’s cheeks. Swinging her feet up onto the couch, she hid her smile behind the throw pillow and let out a throaty giggle. “Nathaniel, you’ve gone all shy on me!”

“Never,” he said with a wink...    

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About the author...
Eroticist Giselle Renarde is a proud Canadian, supporter of the arts, and activist for women's and LGBT rights. For Giselle, a perfect day involves watching a snowstorm rage outside with a cup of tea in one hand and a chocolate truffle in the other. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

In addition to her self-narrated audiobook Ondine (Hudson Audio Publishing), Giselle currently has two books in print and more than twenty e-books on the market. She's also a short story contributor to more than thirty anthologies. Online, Giselle has contributed erotic content to such websites as For The Girls, Oysters & Chocolate, The Erotic Woman, Frequently Felt, Whipped Cream, Long and Short Romance, Every Day Poets, and Every Night Erotica.

The best way to keep up with Giselle's career in erotic fiction is to visit her Donuts and Desires blog.  Select blog posts exploring topics of gender and transgender are also available as podcasts at Podbean.

Favourite Terrible joke: My wife says I'm too impulsive--but what does she know? She only met me yesterday. hehe

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