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All acts of magick take on shades of gray in the end, especially for Emma, one of four females witches who by birthright belong in the social circles of the privileged upper ten thousand in London. Yet, by rumor of the unknown and the misunderstood, she stands apart, cut by her peers along with her cousins, because they hold a secret—each is gifted with magick.

Their elders had taught them respect for their powers even when mixed with a spanking amount of fanciful mischief. On the other hand, if a lesson was warranted, then white verses black magick could be hard to define. Nowhere was the color of steam more evident than in the matters of justice, a slippery term to define. Yet, they’d made breaking the laws of society their mission. Most of their nights at parties and balls were spent creating a magickal comedy of errors, helping the uptight aristocracy side step their fastidious standards.

Only this year, days before Valentine’s Day, a damnable day for women without suitors, Emma is not quite sure what is happening to her. Something dark and seductive, something not of this world, is luring her, possessing her, and she has no comprehension of what or who the presence really is. But, when he does show his face finally, and she feels him to be a nightwalker, she must fear not only the threat he poses to her blood and to the energy or magick he can suck from her, but also the danger he poses to her heart. After all of these days feeling him, wanting him, she has to wonder if her feelings are just a matter of his compulsion, if she is under this vampire’s own type of magick.

To complicate matters further, the vampire’s propositions are as exciting as they are scandalous, to teach her how to power her magick with the overabundance of sexual energy she bears. But, how he knows such things he remains elusive about. And there is the added attraction that this vampire was a failed inventor in life, one with a basement full of contraptions she finds she can power through the use of her sexual energy. Valentine’s Day seems like it could be all kinds of fun this year now.

Yet, in these days of social unrest and out-of-control creativity, what is a witch to do with a vampire? When Valentine’s Day rolls around, and a secret is revealed, what will be left for her?

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Back home and retired to her own bedroom, she flew to her glass doors, which lead onto her balcony. Stopping short of throwing them open, she saw a man, his outline a shadow against the gas lamps on the street. Stepping closer, unable to resist, she could see how his head was raised to a proud angle, and how his wicked smile brightened his dark eyes. A sudden wave of panic bred of realization washed over her.

“Why Emma, your body gives off the heat of sexuality like the flame of a candle blowing in a breeze. I have been burnt by its sparks all night as I’ve watched you.” The low timbre of his voice was erotic and intimate, wrapping her in comfort. “Drop the protective spell which bars me from your room. Let me in. You know me. It is I, the one you have been feeling for weeks. It is my presence you now long for.”

“You’re a…”

“Yes I am,” he cut her off. “I knew a powerful witch such as yourself would know what I am once I got close enough to you. Such is the reason why you had to get to know me first, from a distance. I didn’t compel you if that is what you think, but let you feel me. I opened myself to you, every night for months, to let you get to know me. And, I thank whatever there is that is still blessed in this world, that because of my actions, my abilities, you have come to want me as well. I can feel it, it burns within you; a flame I blew on, made come to life. Now there you stand with a raging fire all your own to save the likes of this cold-blooded vampire.”

Her mind went through the ominous and the seductive possibilities before her. As one of the walking dead, beyond his threat to the blood, which coursed through her veins, a vampire could suck from her the energy that made her magickal. Be that as it may, the chance to be at the mercy of this man was alluring nonetheless in a way she could not possibly comprehend or explain. He was so much stronger than her, dangerous even, and this excited a place in her that even she didn’t know existed. It was juxtaposed to everything she did, stood for. She may use her gifts, even at times at the expense of others, to rebel against social morals and rules, but she wasn’t reckless. Yet, the idea of giving herself to him, naked and wanton, made her feel even stronger.

She did feel she knew him, had been getting to know him in an intimate way over time. She’d welcomed the presence even when she felt it was driving her mad, when her pulse raced and her head got hazy just because she could feel him near. His touch, his kiss, she wanted. Desperately. How had she missed what he was? Was it a matter of compulsions? Did he just out right lie? Was he using some sort of mind energy, specific to his kind on her, even before tonight, before this first face-to-face meeting? His kind certainly weren’t above it. They hungered for a witch’s magick, and after they drained them of their energy, they drained them of their blood. The same had happened to her aunt just a little under a year ago.

She knew though, beyond a shadow of any doubt, that sexual tension wound tight like twine around the bristles of a broom inside her. And, the two of them were still separated by glass, a frail barrier she wanted to break to get to him. She had to be under his type of spell, so to speak, and knew not what she would do next.

Cassandra Dean here, with the skinny on my latest release. I’m so pleased to be able to chat with all you lovely people, and big thanks to Mit from Sexy Reads for facilitating it!

I’m also super excited to announce that TEACH ME, an early Victorian erotic romance, is now available through Decadent Publishing as of today. Yes, today the 21st of February is release day! Huzzah! TEACH ME has been a labour of love for me, from the first moment the idea popped into my head until this very proud day, when I get to share the adventures of Elizabeth and Malvern with you all.

TEACH ME has a bit of a funny beginning. I was at a bit of a dark period in my life and as such I had absolutely no creativity in me whatsoever. To cheer myself, I decided to fulfil one of my lifelong ambitions, and booked myself a three-month holiday to Europe. It had been ages since I’d written, and when I was packing for my trip, I made the conscious decision not to take paper and pen with me. I won’t write anything, thought I.

First up on the trip was a short stay in London. A friend from university had moved to London a few years previous, and she very graciously allowed me to sleep on her lounge whilst there. After hanging out with her and her peeps for a few days, I headed on up to Glasgow to begin a bus tour of Scotland. At the time, I was in my late 20s and was the second youngest person on the tour by about 20 years.

It was somewhere on the way from Glasgow to Carlisle (which isn’t in Scotland, but was included on the tour as our introduction to Hadrian’s Wall) that I realised staring at the back of the grey heads of my fellow bus tour goers was not that exciting. As such, I started to daydream–and then, suddenly, the final scene of what would become TEACH ME popped into my head. I tried to ignore it, but the scene wouldn’t go away. I keep seeing this cold, remote man, watching a woman across the ballroom floor. From afar, she teased him, and only they two knew he was affected and, what’s more, amused. All afternoon, this scene tormented me. They just wouldn’t leave, this cold man and the joyful woman he watched, and so I realised I had to write it all down.

Of course, due to my bone headedness, I had no paper and pen to record it. Cursing myself, I anxiously awaited our destination for that evening. Upon arrival, I rushed to my room and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the little pad and pen emblazoned with the hotel’s name set on the writing desk. That night, I wrote the scene down and plotted out what I thought would be a short story. The next day, we made a stop in a small town, and I went straight for a stationary shop to buy myself a proper notebook. The rest, as they say, is history…and also, not a short story ;p

So what is this TEACH ME all about?

Sounds pretty nifty, right? Of course, I might be biased. :p Would you like a bit more? Then have a gander at the excerpt!

Moments passed, the Earl’s impassive gaze weighing heavy upon Elizabeth. An overwhelming urge to twist her fingers assaulted her, but what if her fidgeting made him refuse?

He seemed to make some decision. “I shall show you carnal pleasure, madam. As you say, both to receive and to give. However, pregnancy should be avoided at all costs.” His eyes flickered, the first sign of something resembling emotion crossing his face. “I will not marry you, no matter the circumstance.”

Well, of course he wouldn’t. She wouldn’t wed him either. In any event, conception was not a concern for her, not after a marriage that had never yielded—

Good Lord. He spoke of practical application. He spoke of touching and kissing and—Was it warmer of a sudden?

He continued with barely a pause. “Actual penetration will be avoided. While many people extol the virtues of withdrawal, I remain unconvinced. We will discuss methods of contraception during your education, but the most effective method is always avoidance. You are in agreement?”

Still confused but now with cheeks aflame, Elizabeth nodded. In all her life, no one had ever spoken so frankly. This, combined with his matter-of-fact manner and lack of emotion, banished any lingering apprehension and left only the excitement. Glorious, thrilling excitement.

“Excellent.” Stepping close to her once more, he brushed his hand from her neck to her shoulder, the back of his fingers now warm against her skin. “Shall we begin?”

Well, that’s it from me, peeps. Thanks for having me, it’s been a blast!

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Hello!

First, I’d like to give a HUGE thank you to Mit for allowing me to guest blog for Sexyreads. As an indie author I’m forced to be absolutely shameless in my pursuit of free publicity. Thanks Mit.

Second, I’m positive most of you have no idea who I am, so I should probably take a few moments to introduce myself. I’m CJ Roberts and I write smut.

What kind of smut?
All kinds.

Most recently though, I’ve enjoyed a certain amount of indie success as the author of Captive in the Dark. Released in September of 2011, it has sold approximately three thousand copies and I have somehow managed to gain a small following. I am currently working on the sequel, Seduced in the Dark by CJ Roberts, due for release in September of 2012.

Captive in the Dark
Caleb is a man with a singular interest in revenge. Kidnapped as a young boy and sold into slavery by a power-hungry mobster, he has thought of nothing but vengeance. For twelve years he has immersed himself in the world of pleasure slaves searching for the one man he holds ultimately responsible. Finally, the architect of his suffering has emerged with a new identity, but not a new nature. If Caleb is to get close enough to strike, he must become the very thing he abhors and kidnap a beautiful girl to train her to be all that he once was.

Eighteen-year-old Olivia Ruiz has just woken up in a strange place. Blindfolded and bound, there is only a calm male voice to welcome her. His name is Caleb, though he demands to be called Master. Olivia is young, beautiful, naïve and willful to a fault. She has a dark sensuality that cannot be hidden or denied, though she tries to accomplish both. Although she is frightened by the strong, sadistic, and arrogant man who holds her prisoner, what keeps Olivia awake in the dark is her unwelcome attraction to him.

WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, strong language, and graphic violence.

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I was very nervous about Captive in the Dark, because the subject matter is somewhat distasteful and taboo, so I also decided to write short stories under the name Jennifer Roberts. Surprisingly, Jennifer is less successful – guess we’re all just some sick puppies ;)

Still, it has worked out for me to have more than one alter ego. CJ is a very dark person, with a sharp, but almost maudlin perspective on life and what’s sexy. Jennifer is a party girl who’s down for sex just about anywhere. I enjoy spending time with both.

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For more information on CJ and Jennifer Roberts, visit: www.aboutcjroberts.com

Warning: poetry ahead

“Do Me No Harm”
By: CJ Roberts

It’s frightening the way you know me
As if I’m trapped under a microscope only you can see
All my mystery unraveled
All of me exposed
With you I’m free to be me – to really just be

My naughty little secrets hidden in my mind
My defenses and walls are nothing – I know that you will find
All my secrets scattered in your wind
All my temptations open to your will
Only you know how this slave has pined

Your sadistic little smile
Go on and make me walk the mile
Elbows tied together
Corset tied down tight
My high heeled steps clicking in single file

Spank me with your bare hand – force a slew of hot tears
Wrap your fingers in my hair – I shiver in my fears
I’ve missed you for so long
I ached for your cruel touch
Place the ball gag in my mouth so that now no one can hear

I feel no shame as I linger in your arms
You kiss and caress me, seduce me with your charm
I never thought I could love like this
I never knew anyone could understand
I’ll love you forever if you do me no harm – none but the kind that’s done with your arm

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Thank you so much for visiting with me and I hope to be invited back sometime soon.

–CJ

Don’t Call Me Baby by Elizabeth Black
DON’T CALL ME ‘BABY’ is a fast-paced, quick-witted, sexy, novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural morés she collides with on a daily basis.

It’s 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for aeons. Not content to strive for her MRS degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes – married college professors, theatre students, virgins, complete strangers who intrigue her. She has already cost one man his job.

She asks herself lots of questions on her search to enjoy her sexuality. Why don’t other women enjoy their sex as much as she does? Why do so many women and men look down on sexually free women, calling them sluts while sexually free men are called studs and Lotharios? She bucks at the double standards! Catherine has made no commitment to any man. She’s free to explore and she gladly does so. No man can tie her down and no woman’s judgment will stop her from playing the field to her heart’s content.

Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she’s found the sexual bliss she is looking for – and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before.

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Catherine Stone looked around the amusement park and rides but saw nothing unusual. It was the end of another hot and humid day in Maryland during the summer of 1983. The sun had set behind the trees, casting shadows across the park hiding the car she sat in to some extent. Catherine wished it were a bit darker outside, because she was in constant fear of getting caught, but it was a hot June evening, so that was too much to ask for. Besides, the possibility of getting caught thrilled her, made the encounter all the more exciting for her. Every horn blowing and car pulling in made her hair stand on end. Will this be the cop who pulls us over? Can we get away with me sucking him off here yet again?

She unzipped Brian’s trousers, and slipped her hand inside. Reaching into his briefs, her fingers wrapped around his growing cock and it jumped at her touch. Brian is so predictable. All he ever wants is for me to suck his cock. Good thing I demand a good, expensive meal after these trysts, or I’d get nothing out of them. She pulled his cock out of his trousers, feeling the organ spread out in her palm.

“Oh, that feels good. I love it when you stroke me off.”

She stroked his shaft, gripping him harder as her hand reached the base. Every time she squeezed, his cock jumped in her hand. She liked the way it looked and felt in her hand. Purple with arousal and thick with veins, the well-formed head glistened with pre-cum. In her years since starting college she had enjoyed many different types of cocks and Brian’s was especially hot because it was so big and he was uncircumcised. She liked the look of hard cocks. When they were hard they were so sensitive. A twist a little too far this way or that way could hurt, yet she knew from what past lovers had told her, the pain felt so good. She liked pulling Brian’s cock too far; just to get a painful, yet aroused reaction out of him. Although she felt impatient, she relished the fact that she was a good lay. Her blowjob skills had improved greatly over the months, and she could also make Brian come very quickly with her hand jobs.

As she gently rolled back his foreskin and stroked his growing shaft, she cradled his balls in her other hand. She liked the way his cock grew to nearly twice its size, when all she did was brush her fingers against it. It felt hard yet sinewy, like a garden hose full of water. She enjoyed the effect she had on him, and she relished her power. Sex was a heady power surge, and Catherine could not get enough of it.

Brian’s cock was big; longer and thicker than other cocks she had the pleasure of sucking and fucking. Plus, at his age of fifty-eight, he stayed harder for a longer time, and it took him much longer to come than men her own age of twenty-two. Catherine never faked orgasms. She liked sex so much that she had no trouble coming every time she fucked. When she didn’t feel like coming, she simply said so. Faking an orgasm was something she never even considered doing.

Tonight was one night, however, that she wished Brian would hurry up, come, and get it over with. She hated their trysts at the park because she got little if anything out of them. She would much rather stay in a nice hotel and spend the evening fucking without feeling any pressure, but that was not to be this evening. She needed to be at Silver Spring College in the morning for her new summer job. So here she sat, sexually unsatisfied and feeling a bit used wondering when she was going to meet a man who could satisfy her insatiable sexual needs.

Little did she know that several men, including a father and son, would please her over the upcoming summer weeks, including one man who was her match.

“Yes, stroke it, Baby. Go slowly.”

“Don’t call me ‘Baby’.” She hated it when he called her ‘baby’. It made her feel like she was his property. “Baby” was also what her father called her mother when he was trying to excuse his extramarital affairs. He’d say, “I’m sorry, Baby,” when all he was sorry for was getting caught, not the actual affairs themselves. Catherine wondered if she saw married men because of the way her father treated her mother. At least with a married man, he couldn’t force her to be exclusive. She didn’t have to make a commitment to a married man or get too emotionally invested. She was interested in the sex more than the relationship. Whenever Brian called her “Baby”, he reminded her of why she saw married men and that made her feel uncomfortable. She preferred to be called “Honey” which sounded more affectionate. She’d even accept “Hon”, which was a popular term of endearment in her native Baltimore but Brian was from New York. She hated “Baby” because it sounded so crude to her. Her roommate’s obnoxious boyfriend called her “Baby” when he was lying to her, so the word left a bad taste in Catherine’s mouth.

I have to admit that I’m kind of flaky and constantly change my mind about a variety of things. People kid me concerning my ever-changing hairstyles. One day I may have a head full of curls and the next I’m sporting a sleek bob. Who knows what I’ll do with my hair next week!

But one thing is a constant in my life, and that’s my husband. Sunday, February 19th will be our twenty-ninth wedding anniversary. I know, I know, we’re old people, but that’s better than the alternative. Actually, he and I have been a couple for almost thirty-two years. We met while in college, at a local grocery store. I joke and say he was on my shopping list that day.

This weekend is sort of a mixed bag for me and my wonderful husband though. We’ve been mourning the death of singer/actress Whitney Houston for the past few days. Her music has been the soundtrack of our lives. I practically wore out “The Bodyguard” compact disc, listening to it in the car and while walking on the treadmill at night.

I urge you all take a few moments this weekend to thank your loved ones for being who they are, no matter how infuriating they may be at times. Tomorrow is not promised to us: live and love for today.

Keep it sizzling,
Denise

Ooo er. The prompt word today is: Haunted House. This is what I’ve done with it!

What was your highlight of 2011?

My first full length novel, Torn Asunder, released in Jan. It’s a great mix of genres: historical (Regency England), paranormal (witches and shapeshifter) and erotic romance. From that some of the most exciting moments in my writing career came. First, I got a cover quote from Bestselling author, Hannah Howell (no relation): “Kiki Howell spins a wonderful tale of passion, magic, betrayal, and a love that conquers all. Enjoy.” Second, I was chosen as an Ohioana Book Festival author for the novel, and got to attend the festival where I did book signings and interviews, etc. Really was treated like a queen for a day to tell the truth!

Any regrets from 2011?

Not really. I try to live in today, and dream of the future – try to stay positive.

What was your most worn clothes in 2011?

I have a tan cabled sweater that is what was once called a carpet duster because it ends at the calves. I have a sweater obsession anyway, and this one is my fav.

What’s the story behind your latest release?

I love stories set in Victorian England, and so I tried my hand at my first steampunk story. Of course, it’s still paranormal and still erotic, including sex magick, so I had a lot of fun setting it at Valentine’s Day, researching the holiday in those times. I’m very excited to say that Love, Creativity & Magick: A Steampunk Valentine’s Day Tale is a current bestseller on All Romance Ebooks in the steampunk category :)

Love, Creativity & Magick
A Steampunk Valentine’s Day Tale
All acts of magick take on shades of gray in the end, especially for Emma, one of four females witches who by birthright belong in the social circles of the privileged upper ten thousand in London. Yet, by rumor of the unknown and the misunderstood, she stands apart, cut by her peers along with her cousins, because they hold a secret—each is gifted with magick.

Their elders had taught them respect for their powers even when mixed with a spanking amount of fanciful mischief. On the other hand, if a lesson was warranted, then white verses black magick could be hard to define. Nowhere was the color of steam more evident than in the matters of justice, a slippery term to define. Yet, they’d made breaking the laws of society their mission. Most of their nights at parties and balls were spent creating a magickal comedy of errors, helping the uptight aristocracy side step their fastidious standards.

Only this year, days before Valentine’s Day, a damnable day for women without suitors, Emma is not quite sure what is happening to her. Something dark and seductive, something not of this world, is luring her, possessing her, and she has no comprehension of what or who the presence really is. But, when he does show his face finally, and she feels him to be a nightwalker, she must fear not only the threat he poses to her blood and to the energy or magick he can suck from her, but also the danger he poses to her heart. After all of these days feeling him, wanting him, she has to wonder if her feelings are just a matter of his compulsion, if she is under this vampire’s own type of magick.

To complicate matters further, the vampire’s propositions are as exciting as they are scandalous, to teach her how to power her magick with the overabundance of sexual energy she bears. But, how he knows such things he remains elusive about. And there is the added attraction that this vampire was a failed inventor in life, one with a basement full of contraptions she finds she can power through the use of her sexual energy. Valentine’s Day seems like it could be all kinds of fun this year now.

Yet, in these days of social unrest and out-of-control creativity, what is a witch to do with a vampire? When Valentine’s Day rolls around, and a secret is revealed, what will be left for her?

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What are the last 10 words you wrote on your current WIP?

I’m currently finishing up the third story in my At War in the Willows Series. How about the last paragraph? I’m long-winded and can’t say anything in 10 words! LOL

“The first glow of light was coming over the horizon, more insistent. He marched up the steps with her, feeling like a prisoner must on death row. Unlocking first the basement door and then the outside door, he handed her over to the world, a world where they could only talk as friends over a bar. At least they had that. But, as a lover, the way he wanted her, he had to watch her walk out of his life.”

What’s the last thing you ate?

Do I have to share that? *blushes* It’s an odd favorite of mine, a peanut butter and bacon sandwich. But I’m very particular about Jif and turkey bacon being used *giggles* Today I had it on a toasted English muffin, but bagels and toast work too. Also, I paired it with my favorite apple, a Pink Lady.

Any plans to tackle a new genre?

Yes, actually. My father is a Vietnam Veteran, and I am working out a plot line for a basic mainstream novel, a feel good type story, about a veteran forty years after the war from his daughters point of view.

Do you have anything “Coming Soon”?

I do! My next release is the first in my At War in the Willows series, a paranormal erotic romance series of three novellas published by Naughty Nights Press. I just put up my new page for the series on my website. You have to check out the wonderful covers for this series. I could not be more thrilled with them. http://www.kikihowell.com/2012/01/at-war-in-willows-series.html

Going anywhere nice in 2012?

Hopefully back to Salem, MA. My 2010 trip there inspired my novel, Hidden Salem, releasing in April. I hope to go back to Salem for a book tour this summer.

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