Hey everyone!

Well I’m almost done with the MS Touch Me, only 1k+ to go and adding a few bits and pieces here and here. I hope everyone is having a great week and finding ways to stay cool. Today it’s supposed to get up to 95 but supposedly relief is coming this weekend with thunderstorms and rain. I hope so. I don’t mind heat but the humidity makes things worse.

 I’ll be doing an Author Corner at Savannah Chase’s Group today from 6pm-8pm(http://groups.yahoo.com/group/savannahchase/). Stop by, say hi, check out excerpts and ask questions and run Amok with me. :-). Here’s the poster Sav created for me:

Has anyone checked out Dr. Horrible? OMG, got to see Acts 1 and 2 and am loving it. Neil Patrick Harris and Nathan Fillion singing, whoo hooo! Check it out here:

http://www.drhorrible.com/index.html

I can’t wait to see Act 3. *Grin*

What else is going on in my world? Hmmm nothing else. I still have at least two other MS (manuscripts) to finish after Touch Me (working title) and then back to the grindstone in  August. This month I plan on subbing 4 stories. I’ve got 1 subbed and now just got to finish the other 3, wish me luck that I don’t go mad. Good news is I’ve got an idea for Aki’s story, but that’s not until August. This month I’ve got Tartan Twins (3rd book in the Tartan Werewolves series) and Marry Me. Good thing is TT is supposed to 15k unless someone butts in and decides they want more. Marry Me is 25k. Cross your fingers I finish everything on my list.

Let’s see anything else? Hmmm . . . nothing, at least I don’t think anything. Oh yeah, last day to enter the Birthday Bash Contest. :-). Good luck.

 One question before I go.

What is your definition of seduction?

 That question has been on my mind for some time now. So, I’d like to hear your thoughts.

 Hugs all around,

 Selena

P.S. Would you like a sneak peek at what I’m working on? Oh and is there anyone else excited about the new Slipknot album out in August? *Grin*

 You know I hate when I start getting ideas for topics to blog about when I say I’m done. Buuuut, question, what do you guys think should I change the background on the website? I gotta ask Ce if there are other options. Not that I do lurve the current one but a little change is nice every once in awhile. *Smile*

I just got two new contracts for two books with Changeling Press. The Books are:

With His Mind

I/R, Psychic

and

At Drogan’s Command

I/R, Sci Fi, Light Bondage

Squee! I’m so excited. *Grin* As soon as I get the release dates I’ll post them.

Hugs all around,

Selena

Bio:

Award winning British author Saskia Walker first dreamed of writing her own stories when she discovered a handful of romance novels stashed away in her school library. An avid reader, she lapped up the fun, the adventures, and the life-affirming emotion of these stories, but always felt dismay when the bedroom door closed the reader out. She vowed that if she ever had the chance to pursue her dream, all the passion would be right there on the page.
Saskia finally began writing seriously in the late 1990s. By that time she’d traveled the world, got herself a BA in Art History, a Masters in Literature and the Visual Arts, and she’d worked in all manner of diverse careers—but the stories in her head simply had to be written.
Her first erotic short story was signed in ‘97 and since then she’s had several single title novel and novella publications. Her work has also appeared in over fifty anthologies including Best Women’s Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, and the Black lace Wicked Words series. She writes across genres, but always with the passion right there on the page! Her first full-length novel, DOUBLE DARE, received the Passionate Plume award for the Best Contemporary Erotic Romance of 2006.
Saskia lives in the north of England—close to the beautiful, windswept landscape of the Yorkshire moors—with her real life hero, Mark. Mark supports her work through all its ups and downs, and somehow manages to keep her sane and grounded when fiction threatens to take over.

Website: http://www.saskiawalker.co.uk/

Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/saskiawalkerauthor

Blogspot: http://www.saskiawalker.blogspot.com/

Latest release:
RECKLESS

BLURB:
At the age of twenty-nine, London valuation expert Katrina Hammond is evolving into a stronger, more sexual woman. When she subsequently finds herself at the center of a struggle for power and dominance between two brothers, she welcomes the darkly erotic charge the situation brings.
Katrina’s job is to value a collection of art objects for auction in the Catalonia villa of the Teodoro family, where Sergio Teodoro rules. Sergio is a dominant master who compels her attention. Nicolas, his younger brother - a disinherited artisan - also seeks her out. As Katrina uncovers the subterfuge surrounding the collection, she finds that there is more to Nicolas and Sergio’s battle than meets the eye, and more to her growing allegiances than may be good for her.
Excerpt:

Katrina glanced down into the hallway, where the shadows were far too mobile for her liking, as if the ghosts of the house were about to emerge. Stepping quickly across the half landing, she went upstairs to the wing where the bedrooms were located. Pausing at the end of the corridor she noticed that the wall lights were now switched off, only the occasional ceiling lights every ten feet or so illuminated the corridor, which gave it even more of an air of mystery than the office area.
Except for the sound of crickets outside, all was quiet, but the scent of the night was heavy in the air. The moist plants outside the windows omitted a heady smell, made stronger after the gardener had watered the foliage beneath the windows at sundown. She breathed it in, noticing the aromas of earth and the eucalyptus trees from farther away, mingling in with the scent of the garden. As she watched, the night breeze shifted the curtains at the open windows between the doorways. The long swathes of sheer fabric lifted eerily in time, one after the other, like the tide along the shore. It was a ghostly image and it reminded her of any number of scary movies. This corridor felt even spookier then the rest of the place, as if an unknown presence lurked by.
The curtains lifted again. The skin on her back prickled, and Katrina felt herself becoming aware of all the lives that had been lived here, the people who had walked these corridors in years gone by. It was a beautiful house, but a strange one too—a house full of secrets and ghosts.
She clutched her laptop bag against her chest and tiptoed quietly along the corridor. As she did, she heard a sound. She paused, but other than the movement of the curtains, all was still. She walked on.
A door to her left, at the rear of the house, was ajar. She kept walking, eager to get to her room. As she passed the open door, her footsteps slowed. She could see a large bed and beyond it a desk. Sergio was sitting at the desk, working, but with the door open. Was he waiting to catch her as she walked by? If so, she wasn’t ready for that, not now. Could she creep past unseen? Cautiously, and as stealthily as she could, she moved on. When she reached her door and had her hand on the handle, she glanced back down the corridor to see if Sergio had emerged. Her breath caught in her throat. There was someone standing there in the half-light, but it wasn’t Sergio.
At the end of the landing where she’d been just moments before, stood Nicolas Teodoro. At first glance she thought she was imagining it, that she had conjured forth an image from the shadows to satisfy her desire for him. But no, he really was there.
Dressed entirely in black and still as a statue, he looked like a cat burglar. Is that what he was, a forbidden intruder here? He was watching her intently, his eyes black in the dim light, his unruly hair falling forward. She sensed that he was ready to act. How, to take flight if she raised the alarm? Confusion riddled through her, and that wasn’t all that she was feeling. He looked so darkly sexy and she’d been held in those arms, felt those lips on hers—a forbidden liqueur that she had tasted in a dark street during the festival.
Why was he here, now?
He put his fingers to his lips and at first she thought it was a signal to be quiet, but then he turned those fingers toward her and mouthed a kiss, winking at her. Katrina’s legs felt shaky under her and she gripped the door handle tighter. As if she hadn’t been aroused enough the night before, here he was making a secret connection with her, reminding her of what had happened between them.
Glancing from Nicolas back to the open door halfway between them on the other side of the corridor, she could scarcely breath. If Sergio emerged now, he’d see them both, he might even guess she’d had contact with his disinherited brother, the brother she had been warned about.
Nicolas followed her glance, and then gestured at her, nodding and indicating that she should go into her room. Then he tapped his chest and pointed at her door. Katrina stared at him. He couldn’t be serious? He was going to just walk down there to her, past the open door, past his estranged brother?
No. He stepped quickly to the nearest window on the front side of the house. Signaling again, a master of mime, he indicated to her that he meant to come to her room from the outside of the building.
Her concern ratcheted. The balconies were too far apart, surely? That would be even more dangerous than walking past Sergio’s open doorway. But before she could even react he was climbing out the window, and as she watched his fit rear end disappear through it she couldn’t decide what unsettled her more—that he was risking the climb, or that he would appear in her room at the end of it.
Her legs swayed, she felt suddenly weak. He was scaling the outside of a building aiming for her window. He wasn’t supposed to be there at all, not in the middle of the night, and especially not in her room.
Go in and refuse him, lock the windows to the balcony. Even as she thought it, she knew she had no intention of doing so. She had to know what he was going to say. The way he’d held her in Barcelona and the way he’d touched her, all of it echoed through her senses, and she staggered against the wall as she went inside and closed the door, pressing it closed and holding it that way, as if that would ground her.
The curtains wafted in the breeze and she stared at them, not daring to blink as she watched the moonlight filtering into the room—until she saw a shadow move at the edge of the balcony.
What if her clients found her talking to him, in here, in their home? There was still time to run over there and bar the window before he got inside. But Katrina didn’t want to lock him out, and as she watched the shadow climbing onto her balcony in the moonlight, her heart raced, her body suffused with anticipation.

“Reckless is an erotic, suspenseful novel that leaves the reader on edge.” Shannon, The Romance Studio

“Reckless is a thrilling read.” Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance

Available now from bookstores and online sites such as Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Reckless-Saskia-Walker/dp/0425221385/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1207999090&sr=8-1

Chapter One

Literally and figuratively, Iollan Drake had given feds the finger. And that was pissing Callie Whitten off. Time and time again the outlaw she was supposed to be tracking had turned the tables, dodging the night’s stakeout. Despite her team’s best efforts, Drake always seemed to be one step ahead.
“Maybe tomorrow.”
Muttering under her breath, Callie reached out and punched the call button for the elevator. Bone tired, she checked the clock in the lobby. Three-thirty in the morning. Too late to be out, and too early to get up. A little groan escaped her lips. Goddamn. Another day gone and agents still weren’t any closer to cornering their quarry. Drake’s talent for appearing and disappearing seemingly at will was puzzling—and enviable.
Gaze dropping, Callie caught a brief glimpse of her face in the shiny doors. A thatch of messy blond hair ruled over bloodshot kohl-lined eyes, painted cheeks and a mouth slashed with crimson. A figure shaping bustier, leather mini-skirt, laced leather wrist cuffs, and Victorian style boots completed her outfit.
The image didn’t matched the woman inside, part of the reason the Bureau had picked her for this assignment. Her ability to change from grunge to glam in the blink of an eye meant she was able to work most any type of undercover operation. Her lack of husband and children was another. Callie was one of the few female agents ready to pack and leave on ten minute’s notice.
Where the hell was the elevator? The only thing she wanted right now was a hot shower and cool sheets, and that was taking far too long in arriving.
Losing patience, Callie burrowed inside her purse for a cigarette. With her nerves on the edge of frayed, quitting was a moot point. A shot of nicotine would help her relax. Extracting one from a crumpled pack, she put it between her lips. A way to light it eluded her. She dug deeper, sure she had a pack matches.
A man stepped up, his shoulder lightly brushing hers. Engrossed in her search, she hadn’t even noticed his arrival. “Allow me, please.”
His voice snapped her flagging senses to attention. Touched with an Irish brogue, his voice was familiar. Dangerously familiar.
Callie gasped. The man beside her was so drop dead gorgeous her heart skipped a beat. His presence, so riskily close, heated her skin as heavy awareness pulsed through her veins.
Iollan Drake. In the flesh. Right here. Right now.
All lean muscle and sinew, the outlaw was stunning. Thick hair brushed his brow. An unusual shade best described as pearlescent smoke, it settled in tousled layers around his chiseled face. Deep set eyes, wide strong nose and an absolutely sensual mouth ruled over a jaw brushed with stubble. Narrow hips and long legs were hugged by a tight pair of boot-cut Levis. A calf length denim duster and polished black boots finished his sleek, but casual style.
Drake looked devastating, much more appealing in person than the blurry photos she’d studied before joining the investigation. Solid, lean and muscular, he was handsome in an unusual edgy sort of way. His features weren’t perfect, but were arranged in such a way as to make him striking enough to countenance a second—and a third—look. The top button of his creamy silk shirt was undone, and below his beltline was a suggestive bulge she couldn’t possibly miss even if she’d wanted to.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Callie tugged the cigarette from her mouth. Numb fingers curled around the fragile paper cylinder, crushing it. “No thanks. I changed my mind.” She dumped the remnants into the nearby receptacle, dusting off bits of lingering tobacco. “I’m trying to quit. That oral thing, you know—”
Pocketing his lighter, the outlaw smiled. The lithe way he moved compelled attention. “I understand. It’s a difficult habit to break.” Eyes a woman could drown in raked her body. Easily his most striking feature, the irises were a brilliant shade of copper, the pupil not quite round, but slightly oval. Odd, but strangely attractive. “I’m glad I caught you, though. I was afraid you’d gotten away from me.”
Gotten away?
Blindsided, Callie made a grab for her wits. She gave her head a shake to clear it. “I didn’t know you were looking for me.” Holy shit. Had the criminal pegged her as a federal agent? Self-preservation conflicted with the need to remain cool. Whatever move he might make, she needed to be ready to counter without hesitation. Her mind sidetracked to the fact that she was unarmed and had no backup whatsoever. Being caught alone with a sex trafficker and suspected killer wasn’t exactly an appealing thought.
He visually explored her, eyes lingering on her breasts pushed high and plump by her form shaping bustier, then back up to her face. “I’m always looking, Calista.”
She resisted the urge to fidget. He didn’t act the least bit hostile, dangerous, or savage. Loose and relaxed, his face reflected nothing more than friendly interest. “How do you know my name?”
His eyes skimmed over her again. “The tag you’re wearing,” he said in the accent sprinkled with a dusting of leprechauns and blarney. “That’s your name, I assume.”
His brash attitude shot through Callie like a bolt of electricity and her cheeks heated. Her ability for thinking fast on her feet seemed to have vanished. Calista wasn’t her real name, but close enough that she remembered to answer to it. Her cover as a waitress at Hell Bound Train, the Goth club Drake frequented, gave her access to all areas.
“Um, yes, it is. I usually don’t have men following me home from work just to ask about it though.”
“When I notice a beautiful woman, I want to know more about her.” His comeback was smooth, a heart stopping flash of charm.
Callie tried to detour around the remark. “I didn’t even think you’d glanced twice at me.”
He smiled. “Oh, I glanced. More than once, I assure you.” He stepped closer, holding out his hand. “And in case you want to know who your stalker is this evening, my name is Iollan Drake.”
As if she didn’t already know.
To be polite, Callie accepted his offering. Long graceful fingers curled around hers. His grip was sure, strong and firm. Much to her surprise he hadn’t pronounced his name the way it was spelled, ill-an, but had used a soft ‘y’ instead, you-lan. She liked the sound of it better then. Suddenly, coming from the lips of its owner, it was personal—belonging to more than the ink on a dry dossier.
“Unusual name.” Feeling his skin against hers, a thrill wove its way through her veins and her body temperature inched higher. If she let him, he’d easily seduce her with his easy manner and obvious charm. That was his goal, no doubt. She hoped he didn’t feel the tremble in her own hand.
“Around here, yes. But I’ve had it all my life, so I’m used to it.”
She grasped for an intelligent rejoinder and came up dry. “I guess you already know my name.”
“I do.” His grip tightened subtly. “And the pleasure is entirely mine.”
Flustered, Callie drew back her hand. She’d bet dollars to donuts this man didn’t have a problem charming women. His leading-man good looks and easy manner made him seem too good to be true. Were she not aiming to put him behind bars, she’d have been more than happy to be the object of his attention.
“Thanks.”
He let her hand go with seeming reluctance. “You’re most welcome.” The flash of white teeth revealed an alluring dimple.
Callie inwardly groaned, then coughed into her hand to cover her rude lapse. She loved dimples, would love to plant a soft kiss right at the corner of his fine mouth.
Swallowing over the lump in her throat, she took a step back. Widening the distance. She didn’t know what his motives were, but she suspected he was looking for something more than a late night diversion.
“Well,” she said. “I guess I should get going.”
His eyes clouded, then just as quickly cleared. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance I might get you to join me for a cup of coffee. It’s late, I know, and I probably haven’t got any right to ask.”
She forced a casual shrug. “No harm in asking.”
“Any chance I’ll get an answer?”
Callie stared into his expressive face. Her training as an agent had taught her to delve past words and study body language. His unexpected appearance notwithstanding, nothing in Drake’s manner hinted of intimidation. Trying to pick up a woman he’d seen in a bar was typical male behavior, partly opportunistic and partly sincere.
Except picking up women wasn’t his hobby. Flesh peddling was his profession. Then it dawned on her. He didn’t see her as a threat—but as a potential victim. Callie wasn’t one to flinch from the demands her job placed on her, but the idea of being alone with this man made her stomach clench. Not from fear. Desire.
The minefield she’d unexpectedly walked into was getting tricky. One false step and the situation could blow up in her face. She considered brushing him off, then quickly realized that wasn’t an option. She had to continue to play her role.
Backed into a corner, she made a play for a little more time to think. “I, ah, I’m not sure.”
Amused, his eyes crinkled at the edges, a hint of mischief woven with longing. “Perhaps you could use some help making up your mind.”
Giving no warning, Drake bridged the brief distance separating them. The air sizzled as his strong hands slid over her hips.
A strong sensual tug filled her. “What—” Callie started to protest, but he gave her no chance to continue. His mouth descended, forcible and warm, branding her in a way promising pleasure if only she’d submit. She was surprised at the sense of strength emanating from him. Arousal, unexpected, potent, and definitely forbidden, reared its head, delivering a thrilling hum that stretched all the way to her toes. Physical tension ratcheted up. He was good. Better than good. Superb.
A shudder ran through her. Instead of pulling back, Callie opened her mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. He stroked her tongue with his in a manner making it clear he’d also like to claim her.
A soft moan escaped her. Ropes of desire tangled around her whole body as the heat from his palms seeped through her tight leather skirt. Her skin crackled with the electricity of his touch. Heart pounding, her nipples hardened. She’d played scenes with Drake in her mind a thousand times, and not once had she ever imagined herself as a target of his seduction.
Without warning, the elevator clamored open, expelling a few early morning joggers. Disconcerted, Callie took a hasty step back, breaking their passionate embrace. The pair bustled by, heads turned and eyebrows notched in disapproval.
She ducked her head, swiping at her tingling lips in embarrassment. She’d lost her head, briefly succumbing to the excitement his kiss stirred inside her. No telling what would have happened if they hadn’t been interrupted. “I guess they didn’t approve.”
“Seems like.” Amusement danced in his eyes. “What about you? Not convincing enough?”
Think criminal, she reminded herself as a guard against his colossal appeal. “One kiss isn’t anything special.”
She started to reach for the elevator’s call button, but his light touch on her arm stopped her hand in mid-air. “I’d like it to be.”
Scalp prickling deliciously, her inner mercury shot up another notch, into the red zone. She’d have to tread carefully to stay one step ahead. “This is moving a little fast. I wasn’t expecting you to walk into my life tonight.”
A touch of wryness brushed his expression. “This wasn’t quite how I’d planned to ask you to spend a little time with me.” His hand slid down her arm, his fingers finding hers. “Or maybe it was.”
His words stroked the hunger deep inside. “Sounds like you know exactly what you want.”
“I do.” He leaned in, an inch or two closer. “Say you will.”
She hesitated. “I— I’m not sure…”
His hand squeezed hers. His intimate touch reminded her all over again of carnal hungers too long unfed. Desire became a palpable thing, creating a sheen of perspiration across her forehead and down her spine.
“It’ll be good.” He spoke intimately, his accented voice and entrancing copper eyes almost hypnotic. “I promise.”
Of that she had no doubt. The thought of his hands exploring her naked skin sent a fresh pulse of moisture straight to her core. Intensely aware of his touch, Callie felt as if she were burning up. His body heat seemed to enter through her lips and spread through her veins like molten lava.
Mind reeling, she pursed dry lips. The more she resisted, the harder he was going to try. “The least I can do is offer you a cup of coffee.”
Drake’s smile didn’t ease her tension. “That’s a start.”
Thoughts tumbling through her mind, Callie eyed him like one would a cobra; beautiful, mesmerizing, and absolutely lethal. Iollan Drake was suspected of kidnapping innocents with cold-blooded regularity, then selling them into the sex trade. Two far more experienced agents pursuing the human trafficking ring Drake operated had lost their lives.
She shivered. She’d been instructed to take whatever steps were necessary to gain his trust—be it by hook or crook. Her superiors hadn’t suggested using her own shapely ass. Dedicated to catching the bad guys, having sex with one had never entered her wildest fantasies. How far she intended to go, she didn’t dare to imagine. At the moment only one thing was for sure.
The night was about to heat up.

I haven’t been updating you guys like I should. I’ll try to blog much more. I envy Savannah, she’s such a great blogger. *smile* Okay, here we go. Let’s try and pack as much into this as possible

Books:

Tartan Surprise is out which I’m so excited about, next up is Discovering Passion, in August ‘08, which is Lida’ story from A Fling in Vampiropolis. I’ll get the exact date to you as soon as I get it.

In June I subbed a total of five books, three to CP and two to Tease and on July 1st I subbed a book to a new pub. I’m hoping they like it. I was really nervous about query letter and synopsis. I can write a book but blurbs, synopsis and query letters stress me out. But hey, they’re a part of the process.

For the last month or so I’ve been either tired, working my ass off to finish a book or suffering from writer’s block. Up until now, I haven’t written anything for a week which frustrated me a lot. But I finally managed to work on a story that I’m aiming to finish by Friday of this coming week. So far I’ve got 8k+ on it. It’s a ghost story, I’ve never done a ghost story before so this is all new to me. I hope I get it right.

My aim is to finish several stories by the end of the summer and subbing to at least two to three more new pubs. I know, a lot of work but at the end of the day, it’s worth it. I’m also working on making my Free stories downloadable, not the Friday Flash series though, not until that’s done. That’s about it on the writing front

Lori Foster’s Get Together:

I had fun at this event. It was so nice meeting so many people and seeing some people I had me at RT. The highlight seeing my twin from another mother, Ce! We were good I swear *shoots look over at Dawn*. Tell them Ce, we were well behaved.

I have to say Hi to Lena, Liz (good to see you again), Joy (you are awesome), Maggie, Kelly, Bianca (B!), Jacki (as always, you are fabulous), Maya, Marty, Tuesday (I’ll call you I swear. You are behaving right? lol), Laura K., Kelley, Jackie, Sierra (Big Hugs), Teeka (Teeka!), Kate, Camille, Flash, Renee, Shiloh, Rhonda aka SandDaz (sorry for the awkwardness), Anya, Ali and Aneka. If I forgot you, I’m soooo sorry, please feel free to yell at me later.

I loved the conference and had so much fun. Ce, Tuesday we sooo have to do an antho together. *grin* Tuesday, stop looking at me like that, you know you want to0, mwhahahaha! I definitely want to go next year. I also want to go RT next year as well. Shar, Ce you ready for that? I know I left a lot out but I can’t really remember everything. *sigh*

Birthday:

Well, I turned 27 this year. Yeah! My birthday started early when the fabulous Crystal Green/Chris Marie Green (she’s going to be at Comic Con and the RWA conference, I soos wish I was going), sent me a signed copy of Midnight Reign. I was in absolute shock. She is so awesome. I got a Birthday Card from Savannah (Big Hugs, babes). A lovely bag of chips from Tilly , (yum). *Grin* And yesterday, although late, I got flowers from Shar. She told me to expect a few more things. Goodness!

I pretty much spent the day wading through email, promoing Tartan Surprise and doing the chat over at ARe. *Grin* That chat was so much fun! I want to do it again. I’ll try and arrange another one maybe this month or next. A special to Thank You to Shar for staying up late just to do the chat. Another special Thank You to everyone who stopped by and spent my Birthday with me.

My birthday was made all the more special by Jambrea who showed me the book review she did for A Fling in Vampiropolis for Joyfully Reviewed. I was so ecstatic by it. That really helped make my Birthday great.

I got an ice cream cake the next day: cookies and cream ice cream with Devil’s Food Cake. A real ice cream cake! One that isn’t ice cream in the shape of a cake. Man, I want another one. LOL

I know it sounds like a boring Birthday but it was good enough for me. I like the simplicity of it. Not too much expectation which I’m good with. I didn’t go see Wanted like I wanted too. It was opening weekend which would mean dealing with too many people. I am hoping to go to see either Batman: Dark Knight or Hellboy 2 or both. LOL

Movies and TV:

What else can I add? Hmmm . . . nothing more, I don’t think. I’m watching the Twilight Zone, absolutely brilliant. I can understand why they wanted to resurrect the series but, sorry if it doesn’t have Rod Serling, I really can’t bring myself to watch it. The Twilight Zone is classic, brilliant story telling.

Speaking of TV, is anyone watching In Plain Sight? I’m loving that show. I also can’t wait for Burn Notice, Psych and Eureka to come back. I’m starting to enjoy So, You Think You Can Dance and America’s Best Dance Crew.

I’ve seen the trailer they’re running for Heroes next season. I love the series but I was left feeling as if the show is lacking something. Maybe it was adding too many characters or the sudden character shift (Uh, Hiro what about Charlie?). I’m hoping this season makes up for what was missing last season.

I can’t wait for Chuck to come back on air, I love that show. And NCIS, noooo, you can’t do that! OMG! I can’t wait to see what they do with Lost, that finally was just, WOW! Okay, can’t think of any other shows and I think I’ve started babbling. LOL. Later’s guys.

Hugs all around,

Selena


P.S. So what shows are you guys looking forward to seeing this summer or this fall? What are you reading? Any questions for me? *Selena now wonders if she’s opened up a can of worms* I’ll answer them if I can.

Every month, I will interview a new author and introduce you to some great new reads. This month’s author is: Selena Illyria.

                                                  Selena Illyria

Eve: Hi Selena, thanks for agreeing to this interview.

Selena:  You’re Welcome. Thank You for wanting to interview me.

Eve:.So tell us a little about yourself.

Selena:   Hmmm . . . . let’s see, what can I tell you that doesn’t make me sound boring? LOL. Okay, can’t think of anything that won’t make me sound boring. LOL. I’m 26 years old, I have a spoiled cat, who I love to bits. When I’m not writing or trying to run Amok, I enjoy reading (when I can), listening to music (my tastes vary) and watching TV (too many tv shows to name a few). Hmmm  . . .  that’s about it. LOL. Boring, yes?

Eve: Not boring. Sedate maybe, but never boring. Your first book was recently released. Could you tell us a little about it?

Selena:  It’s called A Fling In Vampiropolis.  Imagine if you could rub elbows with the paranormal. Ask vampires a question, talk to werewolves about the full moon. You can in Vampiroplolis. My heroine Nevada Justice, decided to forgo the usual vacation destinations in favor of visiting Vampiropolis a city founded by vampires.

When she decides to go to a pub and hang out with the locals, she gets more than she bargained for when she meets Lucian Sandros, a local vampire, whom she ends up having a fling with. Before she leaves they end up having a fight and she doubts she’ll see him again. She doesn’t count on him going after her.

Eve: Sounds Yummy! When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

Selena:   I’m not sure when I knew. I just know that once I started getting idea about stories and characters, I needed to write them down. Tell the stories of the characters I had in my head.

Eve: Those voice just drive us authors crazy don’t they? LOL.What are you currently working on?

Selena:   I’ve just finished Lida’s story (she’s Lucian’s sister from Fling) and started working on a vampire story. Not sure where it’s going but I’m enjoying writing it.

Eve: What other authors inspire you?

Selena:  Aw geez, there are just toooo many to name and the list keeps growing. LOL.

Eve: If you didn’t write, what other career would you have taken up?

Selena: I would have loved to have been in interior design. I love being creative.

Eve: What don’t you like about writing?

Selena:   Writer’s block. It’s like smashing your head up against a brick wall over and over again. Ugh.

Eve: I know how you feel. That can be a killer sometimes. Where would you like your writing to eventually take you?

Selena:  Into print.

Eve: I don’t doubt that will happen for you. Where can readers find your books?

Selena:   So far, only at Changeling Press. I only have one book out right now.

Eve: And your website?

Selena:  Readers can visit me at www.selenaillyria.com

Eve: Now for the fun questions

Selena:  Should I be scared? LOL

Eve: I promise to be gentle. If you were Barbie who would you date, Ken or G.I. Joe?

Selena:  Aw Maaaaaan, they’re not anatomically correct. Oh well. Okay, Ken is too whipped. But G.I. Joe hmm . . . he’s a bit rough around the edges I would say so, Yoooo, Joe! LMAO.

Eve: What’s your favorite curse word?

Selena:   Can I say it here? Ooooh, okay, I love the word, fuck, it’s so multifaceted. You can use it for so many things; an insult, a command, an exclamation of surprise. *Grin*

Eve:  I’m so surprised at you. Here I thought you were a sweet innocent. Shame on you. *g* If stalking was legal, who would you stalk?

 Selena: Aw geez, isn’t the point of stalking that they not know? What if they read this? Oh well, here we go, let’s see who would I stalk? Hmmm . . . Can I stalk more than one person? Okay, I’m not sure if he’s well known. He played Vince in Fast and Furious. His name is Matt Schulze, he’s very talented, acting, directing can play the guitar, and to me is sexy as hell. Lol.

Eve: Do you know where Waldo is?

Selena:  With the tooth fairy getting high off laughing gas. *nods head* I saw them or was that a hallucination brought on by Nyquil, hmmm . . . .

Eve: You should probably lay off the Nyquil. That stuff is no joke. What’s worse, a hairy back or a hairy butt?

Selena: You’re making me chose? Aw man, can I say both? No? Okay, um, um . . . ewwww, um, hairy butt. Yes, a hairy butt.

Eve: I agree although both are pretty vomit inducing. If you committed murder, where would you hide the body?

Selena: Well, if I was a bazillionare I’d hide it in space. *nods head* But since I’m not, I’d say shark tank?

Eve:  I have a confession, I let the dogs out. Now it’s your turn. Tell us one of your deep dark dirty secrets.

Selena:  Is that a euphemism? Did you really let the dogs out or you know let one rip? Deep, dark, dirty secrets, hmmmmm . . . I like Ace of Base, how’s that? LOL. Am I getting disowned now?

Eve: I’ll let your bad taste in music slide this time. Lucky for you, I like you so much. If the last two men on Earth were Flavor Flav and Donald Trump and you had to pick one, which would it be?

Selena:  Oh lord, I just threw up in my mouth. Sweet lord, why? Why are they the only ones left? Take me now! I have to pick huh? Damn, okay, I’ll choose Donald Trump. And while he’s sleeping I’ll shave off the comb over. Hehehehe.

Eve: If a restaurants sign says no shirt, no shoes, no service, do you think I could get away with walking in without any pants?

Selena:  Well they didn’t say no pants sooo yup, I think you could. LOL.

Eve: Old Country Buffet, here I come!!What’s more out of style, a guy with a mullet or a guy with a rat’s tail? And would you make out with a guy who sported either one?

Selena:  Can I say both? I’d say rat’s tail. Every time I’d see it, I’d want to cut it off. At least with the mullet, well, it’s not as annoying. Nope, wouldn’t make out with either. They’d have to do something with their hair, like cut off the mullet and rat’s tail before I’d go anywhere near them. LOL.

Eve: Do you think Nick Cannon is the luckiest guy on Earth?

Selena: Yes, either that or Mariah is just really desperate.

Eve: It might be a little of both. Thank you for your time. Before you go, could you please tell us how we can contact you?

Selena:  You can contact me at selenaillyria826@gmail.com . Thank you for interviewing me.

And what have I learned? A lot, lol. This year for me has been a roller coaster ride, some crying and happiness that took me to heights that I never thought possible. Right now, it’s 11:43pm EST, only 17 more minutes and I’ll be 27 years old. I don’t feel old, lol.

I feel, well, alive, I guess, lol. It’s still hard for me to comprehend what has happened to me this year. The highlight, getting published. Goddess, I’m proud of being published. I’m all teary thinking about my first book, A Fling in Vampiropolis, out there for people to buy. All my hard work and people like it. Squeeee and in a few hours Tartan Surprise will join Fling.

Its like a dream, one I don’t want to wake up from. I love it. I love writing, I have found a place for myself where I fit in and feel as if I am able to breathe and be myself. M, Vicki, Sheri ,you guys, I can’t thank you enough. To my fellow Changeling Authors especially the Amok crew, I can’t be prouder to be apart of a stable of such talent.

To my new family over at Tease, I am honored. Truly, Stella, you are a goddess, Thank You for encouraging me to sub and putting up with me, yeah I know, I’m a nut, lol. Gail, you are awesome. :-). To my Tease family, you guys are so talented, again, I’m honored.

I have so many dreams, so much I want to write, so many stories floating around in my head just screaming to be told and I will continue to write them until the voices go away (may they never do that to me, lol). I have yet to share When You Wish Upon a Pixie with you guys (40k and counting, Thanks Mary, lol. Ce, I know, I know Jessibelle, back woman, don’t get out Mr. Whippy!) or explore the Fae series (Tilly I expanded Green Beer :-)). LOL. One of these days, I swear. LOL.

We’re just getting started guys and just wait until me and Ce write together, whenever that will be. LOL. That will be interesting.

Ce, Shar, Ro, you guys support me, encourage, push me, hold me up when I want to wallow, make me laugh and enable me. I can’t breathe without you guys. Shar, get to writing woman, you need to be pubbed now! *Stomps foot a la Ce*

To my writer friends, I adore you, there are too many to name but you guys know who you are. You inspire me so much, I’m in awe of your talent. All I can say is Thank You for sharing your talent.

To the wonderful readers who have bought my books, Thank You. We’re just getting started. lol.

Well one minute to midnight, I’m all emotional. lol. I’ve got a jam packed day. Promoing Tartan Surprise, an ARe Chat (4pm-8pm EST, 1pm- 5pm PST) and trying to finish this story I’m working on. So far I’ve finished Tartan Interlude (that’s been subbed) and Renato’s story (being read and needs to be edited). Three more stories to finish up, wish me luck! lol.

Here is the cover of Tartan Surprise. I know I’ve been a bad blogger and not shown you the beautiful cover Sahara Kelly did for me. She is awesome, yes? *grin*. Here it is, purrtastic yes?

Well it’s past midnight and I’m 27 now. Currently I’m listening to Charlotte Martin’s On Your Shore, I love this CD.

I should apologize for no updates to the Friday Flash, being tired, the muse leaving me and scrambling to finish projects has kept me from writing the series but I’m hoping to rectify that in July.

Also, I have to work on the stories for the PCD. I’m so happy to be apart of The Pink Chair Diaries and so proud of the talent we have. *Grin*

What else can I say? Oh! Birthday Bash Contest, check it out: http://selenaillyria.pinkchairdiaries.com/contest/birthday-bash-contest/.

So, as a pressy to you all, here is a taste of Tartan Surprise:

Blurb:

Iain just wanted someone to help take the edge off before the full moon rose in a few days. When he met Katherine in the pub he felt he had found the perfect person to help him with his problem.

Katherine could not resist the kilted stranger who caught her eye at the bar. When he offered her a night of hot sex she couldn’t say no.

But what happens when she finds out that the stranger is her boss’s son?

Buy Link:

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=917

Excerpt:

Tartan Surprise
Selena Illyria
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2008 Selena Illyria

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Katherine’s gaze slid to the side and then quickly back, heat flushing her face. She couldn’t stop looking, wondering, imagining. Her gaze slipped back again, this time connecting with sea-green eyes. She immediately looked away, picking up the pint of ale she hadn’t touched since ordering it when she’d first sat down at the bar.

Bringing the cool glass to her lips, she tilted her head and swallowed, nearly spitting out the warm brew. Warm beer? Never in her life had she had warm beer. She preferred hers icy cold. Disappointed, she put the heavy glass down. The bartender came over to her and placed a shot of amber liquid in front of her. Staring at the small glass, she tried to figure out when she’d ordered a shot.

“From the fella over there,” the barman said, nodding his head toward the epitome of her walking, talking, kilted wet dream.

Swallowing, she reached for the shot with a shaking hand. “What –” she cleared her throat, “– what is it?” she asked, hating how breathless her voice sounded.

“Whiskey,” the barman replied before moving away with a grace she hadn’t thought a man his height could manage. She eyed the golden brown liquid, trying to figure out if this was some sort of trick men in the bar played on newcomers.

“Go ahead, love, it’s all right. Nothing done to it,” a rough Scottish accent purred next to her ear.

Her body awakened. Heat seeped through her veins, enflaming her. Her nipples became erect and her pussy throbbed to life. She swallowed and looked to her left, unaware that her body turned in that direction too. Her brain stalled and she forgot how to breathe. Looking up, she saw the confident smirk painted on his full, sensuous lips. His angular jaw was shadowed by dark stubble, and his hair fell in layered waves to brush his shoulders.

She watched the tip of his tongue peek out, wetting his tempting lips. “Go on, love, drink up,” he urged.

Her hand wrapped around the cold glass and, without a thought, she threw back the shot. The liquid burned when it hit the back of her throat. She opened her mouth to gasp for breath from the burn. Suddenly, she was dragged off of the stool and landed against a hard wall of what was surely muscle. His lips crashed over hers, and like a flash of lightning it was all over when he pulled his mouth away from hers. She was back on her stool, mouth hanging open. Her lips burned where they had touched his. She looked around, wondering if she had imagined the kiss. No one seemed to be looking at them. Settling back uneasily in her chair, she turned to face the bar, ready to pay her tab and leave.

The barman came over, smiling at her. “Another one for the road, lass?”

“Nope, I’m done for the day. How much –” She was stopped when he held up his hand.

“Already taken care of, love.” He nodded his head toward the man at her side. She rolled her eyes and sighed. Turning on her stool, she looked at him. His smile said it all. He thought he was going to get rewarded for his thoughtfulness. Not tonight, pal, she thought.

“I’m not going to sleep with you, give you a blow job or a hand job just because you bought me a drink. It was your money you wasted. Now if you’ll excuse me, thank you and good night.” She turned all the way around and hopped off the stool, hating the fact that she was only five foot three inches, and she had to jump down. Her booted heels clunked on the old wooden floor.

She just made it beyond the threshold when she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and jerk her back. Her spine hit the wall and two hands framed her head. His face was a contrast to the darkness of the entryway. “First, I never asked you to pay me back. Nor did I ask you to sleep with me, or give me a blow job or a hand job. I’d have loved for you to offer, but I didn’t ask. So don’t assume you know anything about me just because I buy you a drink.”

She was speechless.

“I did kiss you, not because of the drink, but because I wanted to, and besides, you were staring at my kilt. You were wondering if it’s true what they say, weren’t you? I can tell you with great certainty that it’s all true,” he murmured as his lips brushed hers.

-End of Excerpt-

Hugs All Around,

Selena

Guilty Pleasures

I have a few. I bet you do too. Guilty pleasures are things that give you pleasure that you’d be embarrassed to admit. I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.

First, I have many TV-related guilty pleasures. Like, I’ll watch anything Bruce Campbell is in, however cheesy. He has this wicked glint in his eye like he’s telling us a joke in every role he plays and I laugh. LOVED him in Xena, loved him Army of Darkness toting that chainsaw as he played hero, and I adore him in Burn Notice.

Next, I love The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron. It’s a cartoon that even the four-year-old doesn’t like because Dora and her cousin Diego aren’t anywhere in it. I love how smart it is, how adult the humor. And I love how it fires my imagination.

Last, I have to admit a love for Sci-Fi channel movies. Again, I could care less how cheesy or how bad the special effects are. I’ll sit through every minute and often watch them several times over. In fact, the cheesier the more I enjoy them.

What other guilty pleasures will I admit to? Office supplies. Some women go orgasmic over shoes or lingerie—for me it’s post-its, notepads, and funky pens (again, the cheese factor is the key!).

All right, I showed you mine…your turn!

If you didn’t already know it, I have a new release today. Sin’s Gift will be available today at Ellora’s Cave. You can read an excerpt at my website and I promise to post a juicy sex scene on my blog for your reading pleasure. Here’s what it’s all about:

Police Officer Sinead O’Rourke returns to duty months after being shot in an incident that also claimed her partner, Danny. Despite being cleared of any negligence, Sin knows her fellow officers wonder whether she’s partially responsible for his death, that maybe she didn’t do her job. One more problem is that everyone knows she claims she’s seen Danny. After months of rehabilitation and counseling, and lying like hell about the fact she’s not seeing spooks anymore, Sin’s determined to get back into the saddle. But her first day back in the patrol call, Sin sees something more horrifying than the ghost of her dead partner and enters a deadly new world.

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Okay I was supposed to blog about Lori Foster’s Get Together and my news but I’ve been feeling tired lately. Even more so today. I can’t contrentrate and I’ve been bouncing from story to story. I’m hoping to finish Tartan Interlude by tomorrow and Renato’s story by next week. For now, I’ll just tell you my news. *Grin*

Discovering Passion aka Lida’s Story has been contracted by Changeling Press and will be out in August. *Grin*

I’m excited about this story and I really hope that people like it. I’ll post the unofficial blurb soon.

Okay, the short version of Lori Foster’s Get Together. I had so much fun! The long recap will come soon but I will say this much, me, Ce and Tuesday together, dangerous people, very dangerous. All I’m willing to say is, story ideas. LMAO!

Don’t worry we weren’t too bad. LOL.

But after some talking with Ce and Tuesday I’ve made up some goals for myself for this summer. I’m hoping I meet them.

Okay, that’s about it. Oh! I forgot to do Selena Recommends last update so here goes:

Selena Recommends:The Vampire Babylon Series

In this first book of an all-new trilogy, life proves stranger than the movies when a Hollywood underground coven of vampires comes to light-and gets targeted by the tough-as-nails daughter of a sexy screen siren.

Stuntwoman Dawn Madison hasn’t been on the best of terms with her father since her movie star mother died. Still, he is her dad, and when he vanishes while investigating the bizarre sighting-caught on film-of a supposedly long-dead child star, she comes home to Tinseltown to join the search for him. Working with his odd colleagues, she discovers an erotic and bloody underground society made up of creatures she thought existed only on the screen.

Night Rising was only the beginning…

Dawn Madison reluctantly came to Los Angeles in search of her missing father and found instead a world of murder and the living dead she never imagined existed. When a new vampire slaying lures Dawn deeper into the underground, her alliances in the sunlit world shift. Now she has only herself to trust and her newfound skills as “a spunky vampire slayer” (Publishers Weekly).

Selena Says:

I was really excited when I first read the excerpt. I was intrigued by this new paranormal world that Chris Marie Green was creating. The vampires she has created, especially, the “Guards” are like nothing I’ve ever read before.

The action and storyline are wonderfully crafted. Dawn is a believable character with issues. I adore Bresei and Kiko and The Voice just fascinates me.

Night Rising sets everything up, Midnight Reign to me really kicks everything into gear as we start to see how both sides, The Underground and The Voice, prepare for the upcoming face off. Midnight Reign for me was a rollercoaster ride of twists and turns. Some I suspected and some that just blew me away.

I loved reading about how The Master and Sorin met. I’m intrigued by Sorin’s twin daughters and I can’t wait to see how things play out for Dawn. Will she figure out who to trust? What will happen when she see Frank? What things can we learn about “The Voice” in Break of Dawn (Due out Sept. 2nd). The title Break of Dawn, based on what happened in Midnight Reign scares me.

I can’t wait to read about Sorin’s daughters in the First Blood Anthology (due out Aug. 5th). I look forward to delving deeper into Vampire Babylon.

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Alyssa’s had enough. She doesn’t care that there’s a snowstorm raging. She wants out of Devlin’s cabin and life. Thankfully, he’s prepared to give her every reason to stay in his arms.

Selena Says:

Okay I know it’s not winter but I just had to plug this hot story. I loved it! It’s a sexy, quick read. If you’re looking to steam up your summer, I recommend this book.

Okay, before I go I should show you the blurb for Tartan Surprise out June 27th:

Buy Link:

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=917

Blurb:

Iain just wanted someone to help take the edge off before the full moon rose in a few days. When he met Katherine in the pub he felt he had found the perfect person to help him with his problem.

Katherine could not resist the kilted stranger who caught her eye at the bar. When he offered her a night of hot sex she couldn’t say no.
But what happens when she finds out that the stranger is her boss’s son?

Unofficial Excerpt:Their heads rolled from side to side, noses bumping. When he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, scraping it with his teeth, she moaned. He pulled back letting go of her lip in the process. She stared at him, knees threatening to buckle, body on fire. His cocky smile said it all; he knew what she as feeling and as loathe as she was to admit, she couldn’t deny it, even if it was unspoken. He pressed his hips against hers and she gasped at the feel of his erection, pressing against her stomach, he was huge if what she felt was true.
He took hold of one hand, releasing her fingers from his shirt with his other hand and then pressed her palm against his chest, guiding it down, over the ripples of his abdomen until it stopped at his groin. She could feel his hard length underneath her palm, his hand closed around hers, therefore closing her hand around him. She could feel him twitch, his heat practically burning through the fabric. Her eyes looked down at where her hand grasped him, where his hand covered hers.
She wanted to see him, wanted to see what she was currently holding, the urge was so strong it shocked her.
“It’s okay, honey, he wants to see you too, wants you to hold him, feel your soft skin against his flesh,” he whispered voice so low it was a husky growl, vibrating against her ear, touching places he hadn’t touched yet. Places she wanted him to touch, stroke, feel until she came. Shaking, she met his gaze when he pulled back, desire burned bright and unmistakable in his eyes. She licked her lips, not sure where to go or how to proceed. Her mind had stalled.
“Do you want me, honey?”
All she could do was nod, she did want him.
“Good, let’s go.”

-End of Excerpt-

Okay, until next time, Hugs all around.

Selena

Selena is so fantastic, she asked me to guest here again! Totally, wonderfully fabulous of her!

Anyway, so this time I thought I’d ask about games: board games, bedroom games, RPG’s, LOL! I like them all, I have to say, and considering “Viva Los Regalos: Cocked Dice” takes place in a paranormal Vegas, it seemed appropriate

I love to play cards, everything from poker to Uno, LOL! Canasta and Michigan Rummy have to be my favorite card games to play in a group, but my hands down favorite card game to play is Cribbage. It has everything a good card game needs to be perfect: a dash of luck, a bit of strategy, and the chance to hit it really big on something your opponent discards. So what about you all, what card games do you play?

RPG’s are another thing I was really into for a long time. I played White Wolf’s “Vampire the Masquerade” and “Werewolf: The Apocalypse” for many, many years. Had a great time sitting around throwing dice and an even better time cosplaying. ROFL, my adoration and fascination with vamps, weres, and myths of the night started long before VtM ever came into existence, but those games gave my inner writer many, many hours of creative joy and allowed the exhibitionist in me to live it up pretending to be a powerful vampire and a cunning werewolf.

Bedroom games, though, well those can be the best games to play. Whether it’s dressing up or role reversal, sometimes all you need for a super hot night in the hay is a little bit of imagination and a willing partner. I’ve done it all from the French Maid to the Dominatrix and had a blast with it. Sure, there were plenty of laughs during some of the scenarios, but I find that laughter in bed can be a terrific aphrodisiac. How about you, readers? What are some of your favorite bedroom games?

In the spirit of games, I thought you might like to see a little play from Amy, Adyan, and Vince. This excerpt is explicit and contains homoeroticism. I hope you enjoy it!

Viva Los Regalos: Cocked Dice by Emma Ray Garrett
copyright 2008
All Rights Reserved

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“So, Vince, now that you’ve got me all to yourself, what do you want?”

Vince tried to shift away from Adyan so he could turn and face him, but the other man wasn’t budging. Unless he wanted to elbow Adyan in the stomach, he wasn’t going anywhere. That made talking to his boss more difficult, since that was why he’d asked Amy to go relax. It was a little hard (more than a little) to concentrate on words when his cock stood at attention.

Vince cleared his throat. “So, uh, how is this sharing thing supposed to work? Do I have to schedule in time with Amy or, uh, you know?”

Adyan pressed his hips hard to Vince’s ass, the feel of an engorged cock unmistakable. “The sharing thing works however it needs to. With Amy or not. And right now, I’m thinking I want to share all kinds of pleasure with you.”

The seductive, silken words whispered over the side of Vince’s neck, bringing his prick to painful erection. South of the border, his body agreed with Adyan. Sharing wasn’t going to be a problem and he couldn’t remember why he’d thought it might be.

“Mmm, so warm.” A powerful hand smoothed up Vince’s back, over his shoulder, finally moving over the hard muscles of his chest, slowly slipping downward, over his belly, to hover just above the snap of his jeans.

“Uh.” Vincent’s stomach did flip-flops behind his navel. Adyan’s potent scent and powerful charisma made his head spin.

Fast enough to make Vince stumble, Adyan pulled back and rounded the dinette. “Let’s clean up. I’d hate to make a mess all over Amy’s floor when I bend you over the table.”

Lust rushed strong and primal through Vince. His fangs descended and sex pheromones pumped through his skin. Adyan’s mouth opened, much like the cat he was, as he tasted Vincent’s scent on the air. Amber-gold eyes grew dark and hungry and all teasing left Adyan’s face.

“Hurry up.”

Vince moved with efficient movements to clear the table. The last remnants of their meal barely made it to the garbage before he rounded on Adyan, pressing the bigger man against the counter, and burying both his hands in thick, silken, onyx hair. Adyan growled and showed his teeth. Vince replied in kind before calling his magic up and rolling the cat-man beneath an inescapable wave of need.

Vince pressed his mouth to Adyan’s shirt, using his teeth to prick the cloth and the skin beneath it. Another growl rumbled under his lips, but Vince ignored the warning. He looked up into cat eyes and tightened his grip against his boss’ scalp. “Take off your shirt.”

Adyan lifted a brow, but stepped back. Vince released him and watched, entranced, as the other man pulled the shirt over his head. Smooth, caramel-brown skin laid bare and Vince clenched his jaw to keep from biting the other man. His gaze lasered in on one dark, tight nipple and he lunged for it.

As his mouth connected with hot flesh, Vincent slid his palms over the large, powerful muscles of Adyan’s arms, shoulders, and belly. Strong as he was, his own body honed and defined, Adyan’s physique was so much more. More masculine, more muscled, more graceful. Vince’s cock throbbed and his teeth ached.

He swirled his tongue over the tiny button of flesh between his teeth. Adyan groaned and Vincent bit down. The bigger man shuddered. And took control. Pulling Vince’s hair, Adyan tugged him off his nipple and shoved backward. Vincent’s hip thudded against the table.

“Another time, we’ll switch positions. Right now, though, I’m going to bury my cock in your ass.”

Vince swallowed hard as he watched Adyan head toward the kitchen counter. He took a bottle of olive oil from the shelf next to the stove. Vince frowned. “What’s that for?”

“I’m not wandering off to find lube. Extra virgin olive oil makes an excellent lubricant. It doesn’t get sticky, and it’s all natural.”

Vincent blushed. He’d never thought of using anything but Anal Eze. Well, once butter, but it had been an embarrassing mess afterward.

“Now, get undressed.”

Vincent’s fingers turned clumsy as he tried to unbutton his shirt and jeans. Adyan set the glass bottle on the table and took over, popping fasteners one by one. And looked straight into Vince’s eyes as he did so. When his shirt was off and his cock dangled free from his jeans, Adyan looked down and took in the other man’s wares.

“Nice.”

Without any pretense, Adyan slipped to his knees and took Vince’s cock in his hands. He pumped the engorged shaft, making sure to tease the sensitive spot beneath the crown. When Vincent slumped against the table, Adyan pressed his lips to the head and then opened wide.

Vince cried out at the first hot lick of rough tongue over his cock. Adyan was very good, his tongue and teeth making Vincent’s prick harder and harder. His boss took his balls in one hand, rolling the soft flesh, and swallowed. Vince nearly fell to the floor, would have if Adyan’s large body wasn’t positioned between his legs.

Adyan worked his throat around Vince’s cock. He let the saliva build up in his mouth, easing the way. The extra wetness making Vince pump his hips slightly. Damn, he felt so good. He wanted to blow his wad down Adyan’s throat, then kiss the mouth that pleasured him deep enough to taste himself. When Adyan pulled away, Vince looked down and saw a shimmering strand connecting them. Adyan gave one last long lick, from balls all the way up to the salty tip, before rising from the floor.

Vince’s head spun. His cock jerked, ready to come, and his heart pounded.

“Turn around.”

Trembling, Vincent complied. Adyan pressed a warm hand against the middle of his back, guiding him into position. The cold table top stole Vince’s breath, as did the cool edge against his overheated cock. The first drizzle of oil along his crack made him jump, but Adyan soothed away his anxiety with a soft caress.

“Spread your legs, Vince. And spread your cheeks. I want to see you.”

Face and neck heated by an aroused blush, Vince moved his feet further apart. With shaking hands, he dug his fingers into his butt and opened his body to Adyan’s gaze. More oil trickled over his asshole, followed by warm fingertips. Adyan pressed against his sphincter, slipping in one finger and adding more oil with each small thrust.

The oil felt slick, cooler than his body at first, but it warmed quickly. When Adyan added a second finger, Vince moaned. It felt so good, the deep slow penetration, which his lover then drew out in long, curved finger motion to stimulate his prostate. Vince’s balls drew tight. Too much more fingering and he’d come all over Amy’s pristine kitchen floor.

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Food play can be fun! And yes, olive oil makes a fine, natural lubricant. As a side note, ladies should keep in mind to avoid any food play near our pussies with things that contain sugar - unless you plan to thoroughly wash before sex. Never put sweet things inside of your body - sugar and the warm inside of us do not go together well and can often lead to serious infections.