You Can Call Me Wicked

Hello, I'm Leanore Elliott and I write Romance. I write what some call 'Naughty Romance'. The really hot kind, and that is why my friends all call me 'Wicked Leanore'.

 My usual story is an out of the norm, paranormal erotica tale. Decadent Publishing is releasing my first and only Non-Paranormal for their new The Edge Line. It's a blazing tale of uninhibited fun.

I've found out that I just love to entertain and since I am not a supermodel, can't sing a note and I can't paint?  I create different kinds of beauty and write a kind of music that comes alive in your mind. I paint the world into places all of us want to visit. I do it simply to have people come on journeys with me. The audience is my readers, and I take them away to another world for a few hours.

What excites Leanore? Well… heat—scorching, heavy breathing heat. With each book I've written, the scenes have become hotter and the stories have become more intriguing.

With Decadent's new Edge Line, I was challenged to write something risqué—A Scorching Flash of fiction, if you will.

It all happens down in the gritty city of New Orleans, during Mardi Gras. Jazz is really trying to enjoy the parade below her Bourbon Street Hotel balcony. However, she just cannot seem to get in sync with the carefree feeling. She is frustrated— frustrated by the memory of a pair of devilish blue eyes. Her thoughts stray from the noisy revelry below to her fantasies of a tall, hot cop, she saw only once.

She decides that if she can't have him, she will find her release with something else, using a rather unusual, pleasing brand of lipstick. As she prepares to give herself a little naughty Cherry Red distraction? Yes, you guessed it. Mister blue eyes shows up, catching her in a very 'delicate' situation.

This story was fun to write and the hot flashes just vibrated off the page. (Wicked-chuckle)

After you read this hot, little tale, you might just call me wicked too.

So, pick up a copy of Lipstick & Jazz from Decadent Publishing and you will get the full, 'Decadent Experience'. 

Lipstick & Jazz

For The Edge series by Decadent Publishing

February, 28th 2012

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I Don't Write a Series, It Writes Me

by Rebecca Royce

I don't write a series, it writes me. Sounds like a funny thing to say, but lately that has been how I’ve been feeling about world building. For example, when I sat down to write Unwanted Mate, for The Edge, I had this idea of how I thought the story should go.  Two people who had known each other, one a shifter, for a while who were now coming to terms with the fact that they were meant to be together.  Great.  The story progressed as I imagined it would and I was happy. 

But, I kept thinking. Gunther owns a bar and he lives above it. The bar is happening down below them. What is happening at the bar? Oh wow. There could be a whole series of things happening down stairs in the bar.  Suddenly, I didn’t have a story I have a series. 

However, bars, as much as we might sometimes wish otherwise when we are having a bad day, don’t exist outside of society, they have to be part of it. So, what was happening in the world right outside of Gunther’s bar that brought in patrons?  Well, there is a major construction site going up down by the river.  All of a sudden, we have a whole slew of characters that need their night on The Edge and I’ve found myself a series that I am excited to write.

Not to mention, the stories are HOT! Sizzling and so much fun to do.  Comment here and tell me about your craziest night in a bar ever.  One lucky winner will get to choose from my Decadent backlist and select a book.

Hope you’re all doing great today.

RR

I’ve been a very naughty girl.

So, here’s a bit about my Carnality stories for the Decadent Edge Series, and a little secret about me.

The Carnality stories are quickies—Edge stories. Not only are they quickies, hitting hard and fast, I’ve turned up the heat a bit with the Carnality stories.

What’s an Edge story? Well it’s your fifteen minute fix, a chance to get a bite of romance on your break, or while commuting to work, or sometimes when you need an adult time out. They’re great for time crunchers and the stories are small enough to download to your Android or I phone, so you can take them anywhere. The Decadent Edge stories are also a great way to try new-to-you authors, without a big investment in time or cash.

The Carnality stories are about an incubus named Azael, and succubus called Jezebel. Both work in a strip club called The Devil’s Den. In the first story, Carnal Desires, I kick off their adventures with a encounter in the back of an adult toy store. In the second story, the pair have set their sights on a soldier with a broken heart and dinner served hot. In story three, they’ve got demon slayer problems, but not to fear, Jezebel is not an amateur and she’d already got a plan. The bait the slayers tossed into the club, has no club what she’s gotten herself into. I’ve got more planned, but the next group will be in different times and places. But for now, I hope you’ll check out the first three erotic shorts as they’re released.

Now a little something you didn’t know about me:

The first time I wrote erotic romance and turned it over to my critique partners, I wanted to dive under my bed and not come out. Actually, if I could’ve got my ass under there with the dust bunnies, I would have. Boy, did I get ribbed for it.

Why you ask?

Well, when I first started writing—I was a sweet romance girl, but that didn’t last for long. One of my buddies talked me into writing erotic romance. *You know who you are, and I know you’re reading this. That’s right—I’m talking about you.*

Moving on…

Since then, I’ve written many erotic stories, and until now, I’ve pretty much gotten over wanting to dive under my mattresses. Okay, I lied. I haven’t, which I’ve recently discovered when handing over the Carnality stories to my editor, she who shall not be named. I can tell you I had high color on my cheeks, and began to wonder if there were spiders under my bed.

There are—just in case you were wondering.

*coughs*

So, they sent me all the paperwork. You know, blurbs, bios, content, and by the way, please rate the heat on a scale of one to five—five being the hottest. For a moment I sat there thinking about what I wrote, and promptly tried to wiggle under my bed again. Um, yeah. Anyway, after careful consideration, I firmly feel I can call it a five, or better yet, OMG get me a bucket of ice water. *Inserts mad laughter*

So, if you want something a scosh hotter than my norm, a quickie, and a chance to read what had me blushing to my roots and hanging out with Charlotte under my bed, pick up a Carnal story. And don’t say I didn’t warn you. 

Disclaimer.

**No succubus, incubus or spiders were harmed in the writing of this series. Also, let it be known, that breaking glass and pulling an alarm might bring a fireman with his big hose, but penalties and fines are also associated with false alarms. Writer recommends a cold shower, or a tall drink of water, should your underwear start to smoke.** 

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OH, YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT!

D.L. Jackson's first book in her Carnality sub series for The Edge, CARNAL DESIRES, is coming on Friday. We're giving away a copy every day until the big release day!

When Mercedes, the town librarian, enters a place no good girl would dare to tread, she meets a man who says he’s an incubus, who has an offer too tempting to pass. After the encounter with the stranger, sanity returns and Mercedes begins to wonder if she’s lost her mind along with her memory, or if the man in the back of the adult toy store really was who he claimed to be.

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In Defense of the Booty Call

by Samantha Cayto 

I can honestly say that sex with my husband is the best sex I’ve ever had. We know each other’s bodies so well – touch here, lick there, satisfaction guaranteed. We can also comfortably critique each other – slow down, speed up, get off my hair! After over twenty-five years, our sex life is better than ever and we still love to try new things.

So now that I’ve proven my devotion to one man, let me reminisce about the pleasure of the one-night stand. Before I fell in love (something I was always looking for), I lusted after men. I would see a guy at a party or in a bar and I’d get this tickle way down low in my belly. It was my lady parts urging me to go and introduce myself. If after talking to him for a while I decided he was a nice guy or at least wasn’t an asshole and I had a safe place to go, then getting physical was the logical next step. Sometimes there was no chance of anything more than one night (I was on vacation, or he was from out of town), but that was okay, too. One night of fun, if done responsibly, has a lot to recommend it. It’s a burst of passion, made all the more exciting because it won’t be repeated. Get your pleasure in now, ladies and gentlemen, because the ride will soon be over.

When I thought of a short story for the The Edge, a woman taking charge and bearding the lion in his den, so to speak, naturally came to mind. I like women to be assertive. I was never the kind to wait for a guy to come to me. I go after what I want. What’s the worst that can happen, he says no?! I can live with rejection. I can’t live with regret; the what-ifs of life drive me crazy. I’m also convinced that part of what adds to the satisfaction of monogamy is the memories of what happened before you meet “the one.” I don’t have to wonder if my husband is better than other lovers would be – I know he is.

Not all sex has to lead to love. My advice is if you see a guy you want, go for it! But please, ladies, be safe!

Red Hot Reads from Fast Friends

by Regina Carlysle 

Well, not quite sure that we are all that “fast” (as in loose and easy) but we are definitely friends who write smokin’ hot books J. We are fast friends to the extent that despite age differences and varied backgrounds, we are just THERE for each other. Yes, we pretty much share everything, good things and bad stuff. After all, that’s what best friends do. I can‘t imagine that ever changing.

 The Sassy Seven (Desiree Holt, Nicole Austin, Cerise Deland, Brenna Zinn, Samantha Cayto, Allie Standifer and myself…Regina Carlysle) started our journey a short year ago when we all met at Camp Holt out in the Texas Hill Country. Over bottles of chocolate wine, some terrific food, and as the deer roamed under a Texas sky, we hatched our plans to write together. We have never looked back. What fun!

I can’t tell you how thrilled we are to help Decadent Publishing launch their new line The Edge with our hot little Valentine’s Day stories (Valentino’s Delights). As of today, every single Sassy Seven title is available for purchase. What a great way to herald a month of love. Right? So get out your favorite yummy chocolates, pour yourself a nice chilled glass of choco wine and enjoy!

Loving Bliss

Blurb:

Even a rough, tough, badass former Marine knows that Valentine’s Day is the perfect time for a little seduction. So after a stop at Valentino’s Wine and Gourmet Food Shoppe and armed with a decadent bottle of chocolate wine, Noble Loving tracks down Bliss Harper, the star of his most wicked fantasies. His sexy business partner should be firmly off limits but he’s sick of playing by the rules. Time for some new ones. It’ll take a slow hand and some hot loving to convince the lady she belongs to him but this Marine is up for the challenge. 

Excerpt: 

Instant warmth from the cozy fireplace curled over his chilled limbs. Noble set the bag that bore the logo of Valentino’s Wine and Gourmet Food Shoppe on a handy dandy entry table and shrugged out of his coat. It was Valentine’s Day in the hub of American Democracy and tonight he had plans. Big Plans.Enticing Bliss into making things about more than ‘business’ between them was his top priority. At the moment she sat curled up on the couch, the laptop screen throwing light over her pale blonde hair and delicate face. He’d never been a big fan of short hair on a woman but the pixie cut she sported framed her beguiling features to perfection. Tinkerbell turned seductress. Intelligent, hazel eyes, partially obscured by the lenses of her glasses, were narrowed in concentration but then she looked up. An adorable one-sided smile tilted her lips as her eyes swept him slowly.  “Well, now. Don’t you look like a man who needs some warmin’ up.”

Noble flat out forgot to breathe.

She was a true Georgia peach with a voice like melted honey and he’d give his last nickel betting those southern men were all crying in their beer over losing her to chilly Washington DC. And, hopefully, to him. Bliss was a fine specimen of a woman, hotter than a July afternoon and sweet enough to make him want to check her blood sugar levels. And her intellect? Well that was pretty damn spectacular, too. He’d always been a sucker for smarts and she had plenty of them. Bliss uncurled her long legs from the sofa to peer at him over the tops of the dark frames of her glasses. Her smile widened. She removed the eyewear sending them sliding across the surface of the coffee table then stood to give him an utterly wicked look.  “Why don’t you come over here by the fire and we’ll get you warmed up.”

Noble’s cock twitched. The hot-buttered-sex quality of the invitation had him yearning to slip her pencil thin black skirt over her hips and down those ultra long legs. He reached into the temporarily abandoned sack and pulled out a wrapped bundle of bright red gerbera daisies, a single crystal flute and a chilled bottle.

Bliss’s pretty eyes widened.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” 

A Valentine’s Day Contest!

Just for Decadent Publishing readers. In celebration of the debut of our new series, The Edge…and the awesome Valentine’s themed books in the Valentino’s series, we would like to know your idea of the perfect Valentine.

Would you like your sweetie to take you to dinner and a movie?

Maybe a huge bouquet of flowers is more your liking?

Or a weekend in a romantic cabin?

My perfect valentine would be a night at a hotel

overlooking the ocean, the waves crashing below, my honey and I in a cozy (yet spectacularly decorated) suite…preferably with a hot tub right by that big window. We could sit together and Wait no! Wrong image. That's not it! 

That's a different commercial entirely.

That's it! Anyway, tell us yours and one lucky winner will receive a 20 dollar Amazon gift certificate and their choice of one of the very romantic Valentino’s Edge stories

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Happy Valentine’s Week

by Desiree Holt

The history of Valentine's Day the day for lovers (and great sex) — and its patron saint — is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance. St. Valentine's Day, as we know it today, contains portions of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition. So, just who was Saint Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient rite?

One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men — his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death.

Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured.

According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first "valentine" greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl — who may have been his jailor's daughter — who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed "From your Valentine," an expression that is still in use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories certainly emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and, most importantly, romantic figure. It's no surprise that by the Middle Ages, Valentine was one of the most popular saints in England and France.

Forget the roses. Nothing says Happy Valentine’s Day like an amazing bottle of fine wine. Pairing it will great chocolates, music, and food add up to the perfect formula for love.

But chocolate wine says it all. A special drink for lovers that appeals to all the senses. Where can you find it besides your local wine shop? Why at Valentino’s, the gourmet food and wine shoppe around which the mini-series Valentino’s Delight revolves. It’s by the Sassy Seven and is all part of the terrific new series from Decadent, The Edge. Like hot sex? Hot love? Sex with strangers?Sex with reunited lovers?All flavored with chocolate wine?

Then dip your toe into this new series.

Here’s a taste from my contribution, Lust Becomes You.

Blurb:

Kylie Monroe fell in love and in lust with Sam Cooper, reaching new highs of ecstasy as they explored the world of BDSM.  She foresaw a rich life together filled with love and erotic sex. When Sam dumped her to pursue success in the legal field, telling her there was “always tomorrow,” she never quite recovered from the hurt. Ten years passed leaving Kylie gun-shy in the love department and frustrated in the sex department. Nobody could replace Sam. Then on a snowy Valentine’s Day she had an unexpected opportunity to reconnect with him. But could Sam persuade her their love was real this time? Could he woo her back with the kind of sex she’d been missing?

Excerpt:

“Hey, Kylie. What brings you out on a night like this?” Valentino hollered to her from behind the counter where he was wrapping wine and chocolates. “Valentine’s Day and romance, like everyone else?” he laughed. “I love it.”

No wonder. Valentino’s Gourmet Food and Wine Shoppe was packed with smiling people besotted with that stupid guy in diapers. What the hell was she doing here, anyway, with all these people who thought celebrating a guy in a diaper was romantic.

Buying your annual bottle of chocolate wine, the kind you and Sam drank, and weeping over it like some idiot.

The shop was jammed tonight, people everywhere looking over the Valentine’s food basket specials and the cutesy little wine wrappers and cork screws special for the day. In the wine tasting corner people were sampling the specials of the day while others nibbled on tiny crackers and gourmet cheese while they waited their turn in line. It was enough to make you sick.

“Hey, Val,” she heard one of the clerks shout. “We making deliveries tonight?”

“Now? You gotta be kidding me. The driving’s so bad I told the kid to go home after his last stop. Who is it, anyway?”

“Sam . He wants a half a dozen bottles of that chocolate wine.”

“What?”

Kylie froze in place. Sam ? In this city? If he was ordering chocolate wine it had to be her Sam.

Hers? He hadn’t been hers in forever. Not since their last time together when he’d said they needed to get settled in their careers before getting into anything serious. Funny. She’d thought they were already serious. She’d never mentioned her desire for BDSM to any of the men she’d tried to be interested in. They’d run as fast as they could. But god, she missed it. And Sam.

Was he married? Single? Engaged? Did he even remember her?

Without thinking she hurried over pushed her way through the crowd to Val.

“I’ll deliver the wine for you.”

Val was so startled he almost dropped the bottles he was wrapping. “Kylie, it’s freezing out and we’re expecting more snow. Besides, I don’t expect my customers to fill in for my delivery guy.”

“Where does he live? Is it far?”

The people in line were groaning their dissatisfaction at the interruption.

“Only in the next block, but–“

“I know him. I think. Is he a lawyer?”

Val nodded as he continued to wrap and sack purchases.

A lawyer. Sam . Chocolate wine. It had to be the right one.

“Well, then. It will give me a good chance to say hello.” She forced a smile. “Really. Okay?”

He shrugged. “I think you’re crazy but if that’s what you want you got it.” He looked over his shoulder to the clerk still holding the phone. “Tell  his order’s on the way.”

She buttoned up her coat again and wrapped her scarf tightly. Pulled her gloves on and took the tote bag from the clerk who’d gotten it ready.

Be sure to visit me at www.desireholt.com 

Imagining a Perfectly HOT Valentine's Day

by Brenna Zinn 

I've often been asked what inspires the stories I write.  I usually answer by saying, "Oh, I just have an overactive imagination and too much time on my hands."  Honestly, that answer doesn't apply to Going Down, my latest release from Decadent Publishing. The inspiration for Going Down came straight from the heart.  Well, the heart and places further south. 

Before I put a finger to my keyboard to start plotting out this story, I crawled into my brain and put myself back to a time when I was single and didn't have a special someone on Valentine's Day. Because Valentine's Day is such a hyped up holiday and the emotional scars that are generated from horrible Valentine's Days can be pretty raw, even after years, I didn't have long to look through my memories before I tapped into some of my truly rotten Valentine's Day disasters.

Then I thought, what if I could have made things different? If I could have created the most romantic, erotic, hot and steamy Valentine's Day ever, what would it have been like?

From there, I found the hero of my story.  I dearly love men in uniform, and Navy SEALs are such bad-asses, so having a Navy SEAL for the lead was a perfect match. 

But where should this hot encounter with a Navy SEAL take place?

The answer to this was a little more tricky.  I wanted a place that was a little risky. Taboo enough to be sexy just because the action is taking place at that spot.  That's when I imagined meeting my hero in an elevator.  I mean, let's be honest, shall we?  Who hasn't thought about doing something a little naughty in an elevator?

Lastly, I wanted to add something to their scene that I hadn't done before.  Something different with a touch of kink.  Edible body paints!  Why not?  Add the paint with some chocolate wine and a cuddly stuffed toy, and bodda bing, bodda boom, you got yourself Going Down!

**Want to win a free copy of Going Down? Just add a comment to this blog.  So easy!  I'll randomly pick one commenter for the prize.  Good luck! 

If you're interested in knowing more than just the inspiration for my story, check out this excerpt.**

Once the door closed, Steven reached over me to push the Ground Floor button on the control panel, pressing his huge, six-foot something body against mine. For a crazy moment I wanted to poke at his stomach. Nobody really had rock hard abs. Surely the wall of steel pushing into me was a result of wearing a bulletproof vest, not spending hours in a gym.

“I don’t think we’ve ever been introduced. I’m Steven Cayden.”

Little did he know, I not only knew his name, but thanks to the internet and the insignia on his military uniform, I had also figured out Steven Cayden was actually Lieutenant Commander Steven Cayden, a member of the United States Navy Seal team. A highly decorated Lieutenant Commander that.

Heart pounding enough blood into my brain to cause a seizure, I verbally stumbled over my own name. “I...I’m Michelle Bishop.”

He lowered his lips to my ear. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Michelle.”

Hearing him say my name with his captivating voice had my stomach doing more flip flops than an Olympic gymnast on the uneven bars. The crazy way my body reacted, he may as well have said, “I know you’re wearing nothing but a bra and panties under that coat of yours. I’m going to rip that sucker open and tear your thong off with my bare teeth.”

But before I had a chance to utter a word, the lights went out and the elevator came to a screeching, bone-shattering halt. Suddenly the world was quiet and pitch black.

I was Abducted...

by Nicole Austin

No, I was not taken by aliens, regardless of how much I think I'd enjoy that particular experience (even have the perfect outfit for the occasion). Never thought I'd see the day but I was abducted...by Texans! Can you believe it? I'm still in a state of shock. Here's my story.

A couple of years ago, I attendeda book conference where I met up with some amazing authors who I already knew from online—Desiree Holt, Regina Carlysle, Cerise Deland and Samantha Cayto (Sam and I are the only non-Texans in the group). Through these ladies, I was introduced to Allie Standifer—our sparkly, short bus driver.

They appeared to be nice, relatively normal people (yes, they had me fooled), but a few months later they abducted me to Texas. Took me out into the heart of Hill Country—literally the middle of nowhere—and I spent a long, crazy weekend at a place I like to call Camp Desiree. That's where I met the final wild child of this ragtag group--Brenna Zinn. Allie was worried about Brenna and Imeeting, rightfully so because neither one of us knows the meaning of impulse control. In a couple of weeks, Brenna and I will be spending 6 days in Las Vegas. That poor town has no idea what’s headed its way!

Now where was I headed? Oh, right, my abduction. During that crazy experience, the rowdy Texans introduced me to the most amazing beverage known to womankind—chocolate wine. Such a perfect beverage—a smooth combination of red wine and chocolate that packs quite a punch. Yes, chocolate wine sounds bizarre, but trust me on this one and give it a try.It’s divine!

After getting me drunk, they threw a party featuring an adult toy consultant. I don't think that woman knew what she was in for when she agreed to show sex toys to seven intoxicated erotic romance authors. Wow, was that a blast! The book series ideas started to form the same night and have kept us all rather busy ever since.

I can't begin to express how thrilled I am to have been “adopted” (a term the lawyers agreed on) by this incredible group of authors. They don't even mind the fact that I'm a vampy Florida girl and they have extended an open invitation to visit Camp Desiree whenever possible. Now I spend my time plotting the next opportunity to escape to Texas. Allie is even on standby for airport pickup service. How cool is that?

Some very nice ladies from Decadentinvited the seven of us to write a little something for a special series, The Edge. Taking this a step further, the seven of us created our own sub-series, Valentino’s Delight. All seven naughty tales take place in Washington DC and involve chocolate wine purchased from Valentino’s wine and gourmet food shop (a complete figment of our overactive imaginations), where the owner, Val, tends to dabble in a bit of intuitive matchmaking.

Here’s the blurb for my edgy story, Hard Lovin’…

After a grueling graveyard shift in the ER and tromping through snow, the only things on Olivia Daughtry’s mind are a nice warm fire, a glass of chocolate wine and some quality time with her vibrator. Being interrogated by a tenacious cop wasn’t anywhere on her to-do list.

There’s too much at stake for Officer Hall to follow department policies or go easy on the sexy suspect. But nurse Daughtry is one tough cookie and the harder he pushes the hotter she gets. From handcuffs and an improvised gag to little blue candies, Hall will do whatever it takes to get the correct answer to his very important question.

The Edge, Valentino’s Delight—seven naughty, smokin’ hot stories of Sex, Love and Chocolate Wine you don’t want to miss!Oh, and if you ever get lucky enough to be abducted by Texans, have fun and tell them Nicole said hi!

**Leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of Nicole's book, Hard Lovin'. Remember to leave an email in your comment!**

Nicole Austin

http://www.nicoleaustin.net

Lingerie, wine and a recipe for a Naughty V-Day Night!

By Cerise DeLand

The best gifts for your loved one for V-Day? Time well spent with Your Honey, great wine (chocolate or other!), wonderful dinner and afterward?

My suggestions for your fab February 14th are:

1.   For your Significant Other:  New Lingerie

   Yes, you know you want it.

   I do, too. Even though a few elements of my figure are not quite as perky or firm as they once were (and at the gym, my weights are increasing regularly!), I recognize time has its privileges.

Heart shaped pasties? Thigh high stockings? Great panties with a few strategically placed bits of fabric missing? Dangerous red or black?

   As you slip into something divine like this great lingerie (of course, the thing you know I adore), why not read to him from BE MINE? This naughtiness shown here comes from http://www.bellefleurlingerie.blogspot.com/ Do go Follow them. And yes, they do mail order! You and Honey will be oh, so happy!

2.   For both of you:  A simple but memorable meal!

Here’s my recipe for scrumptious pasta!

And if you aren’t crazy about anchovies, okay, I hear you. Substitute with 2 oz. chopped prosciutto.

ANCHOVY AND CAPER SAUCE FOR PASTA

·        2 Tablespoons olive oil

·        1 (2 oz.) can Anchovy fillets, drained

·        garlic, as many cloves as you like, minced

·        2 Tablespoons capers

·        2 fresh tomatoes, chopped

·        1 c. Parmesan, grated finely

This shares well for 2 people over 10-12 oz. of capellini, vermicelli, spaghetti.

Heat olive oil in skillet over medium heat.

Add anchovies, stir until they start to dissolve (1 minute)

Add garlic.

Add capers, tomatoes.

Saute for approx. 2 minutes. Remove from heat.

To your cooked, drained pasta, add one ladle (1/2 c. or so) of hot pasta water. (This ensures your pasta does not stick into a gooey ball and adds a silken texture!)

Add 1 c. Parmesan to your pasta, stir quickly, add 1-4 T. more pasta water if you wish.

Serve anchovy sauce over pasta!

Add a salad. And hot, crusty bread with olive oil dipping sauce.

Serve with a Pinot Grigio of a red Brunello de Montepulciano.

    3.   For your entertainment: Read the red hot parts of a short short erotic story.

And I have just the one for you, Be Mine, my newest from Decadent! They are giving away a copy today to one person who posts.

And what should you post?

Tell us what you will do with Your Honey for V-DAY!

4.   To ensure each night thereafter is a great one, I have one more suggestion for you.

Buy all 7 of VALENTINO’S DELIGHTS from Decadent Publishing, written by the gals who brought you the best-selling TOYS-4-US series, Desiree Holt, Samantha Cayto, Nicole Austin, Regina Carlysle, Brenna Zinn, Allie Standifer and me!

Happy V-DAY! You deserve lusty love!

Best,

Cerise DeLand

http://www.cerisedeland.com