Fangirl Feels!

by Olivia Starke

I admit it, I’m a fangirl. More precisely I’m SuperWhoLock, meaning I fangirl over Supernatural, Doctor Who, and the BBC’s series Sherlock. I admit it’s a crazy mix of Young Adult, a children’s show, and adult drama. But it’s not such a crazy mix we don’t have our fair share of SuperWhoLock memes on Pinterest, if you’re a fangirl chances are somewhere others will have your exact obsessions.

Today I thought I’d share with you the CW’s Supernatural in hopes of converting others to the dark side of TV obsession (Wednesday 8 pm Central!) Be grateful I didn’t get started on my absolute fixation on everything Doctor Who, Whovians are truly a mad lot to fall in with.

Okay ladies and gentlemen meet the Winchesters. Six foot four Sam Winchester, the younger brother at top, the fandom’s Nerd and all around sensitive brainiac. Bottom is six foot tall Dean Winchester, the alpha jock and BAMF. Both eye candy to the extreme, fighting evil demons, witches, werewolves, vamps and various other baddies while dealing with their co-dependency and Dean’s outside bromances.

For a brief interlude here’s a youtube video of Dean aka Jensen Ackles lip syncing Eye Of The Tiger. Pretty fantastic stuff.

Through the years they’ve rehashed old plots over and over, but that’s the beauty of Fandom—ya Just. Don’t. Care. You’ll hang on to that bloody show until the bitter end. Then beyond (ask any Firefly fan—but honestly its epicness never got a fair shake.) And god forbid it’s cancelled, you’ll rally around it in manic loyalty (again, see Firefly.)

I spent the first several seasons lusting after these two hotties trying to decide if I’d prefer tall babies or pretty babies, but then they introduced Castiel. An awkward angel cast down from Heaven. He was only supposed to be on for a few shows after he saved Dean from Hell. Fans fell in love with his humorous misunderstanding of human existence, not to mention his bad ass powers, so he’s stuck around a few years. And he’s HAWT! Let’s face it, who DOESN’T want to corrupt a Misha Collins angel six ways to Sunday? Below is his first appearance in the show, black shadow wings and all, rating in my top five of awesome entrances by a new character.

Well technically he sort of entered earlier on when he burned the eyes out of a psychic when she called on him. But that’s what you get for looking upon an angel in its ethereal form.

Every true fangirl of Supernatural will tear up every time we hear the song Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas. And we’ll sing our hearts out to it while running flashbacks in our minds of Dean and Sam’s life trials, weeping when the brothers are separated during the season finale. Then again during the season premier when the song is used to run through more flashbacks of the two brothers being separated either by women, Hell, Purgatory, or whatever else the writers want to torture us with.

The fandom around this show can verge on creepy i.e. fan fic involving Wincest, and don’t even get me started on the Magical Healing Penis or the fascination with Sam’s giant hands. Yeah, still wish I hadn’t stumbled into that quagmire of yikes 0_o

So here’s a mad minute explanation of Supernatural. I invite everyone to hop on board and join this awesome fandom!

Leave a comment on your fangirl obsession (with an email) to enter for your chance to win your pick of one of my EDGE releases: Midnight Madness, Her Moonlight Lover, Zombie Lovin’, Vegas Is Dead, Baby, or Living Is Overrated.

Olivia Starke

Maddie takes a weekend camping trip to forget her two timing ex-boyfriend. Instead of peace and quiet, she stumbles upon two hunks who put the wild in wilderness. And they have plans of their own—to heat up her sexless life. An evening of rowdy lovin’ is just what she needs to get over her broken heart.

When she joins them in a trio that leaves her satisfied and exhausted, they have one more surprise in store called Midnight Madness...

TRUTH or DARE?

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By Taryn Kincaid

You’re driving along, fleeing a work-related convention, heading home to kids and husband with whom you’ve lately been communicating via text message and Post-It note. 

You’re wondering how your once daring, exciting life got to be so routine and humdrum.  So…sexless.

Suddenly danger looms.  You’re trapped in a blizzard and forced off the road, forced to take refuge in a deserted rest stop.

And then a drop-dead gorgeous guy walks through the door, the embodiment of all your most fervid fantasies, offering a stolen moment of bliss.

Strangers in the night. No one ever has to know.  What happens on the NYS Thruway, stays on the NYS Thruway. Will you or won’t you?

That’s the choice confronting Mandy Malone in BLIZZARD.  Will she go for it? Will she push The Edge?

Would you?

BLURB:

Mandy Malone ditches her pharmaceutical convention and the married male colleagues hitting on her to hurry home to her waiting family. But she doesn’t bank on the blizzard that forces her off the road and into a deserted rest stop. When she meets another road refugee, their attraction is immediate and molten hot. Suddenly, getting stranded doesn’t seem like such bad luck after all.

Although totally unprepared for Mandy’s unvarnished proposition, Jack is intrigued by the erotic offer of a promising night of no-questions-asked sex. But when he notices the wedding band on Mandy’s finger, will he forego the lure of a torrid clandestine affair, or give in to the fantasy of blazing hot sex on a wintry night?

EXCERPT:

She rooted around in her handbag again, on the off chance she’d missed something useful to her current situation.

“Is this what you’re looking for, lady?”

Mandy glanced up, startled by the deep, rumbling baritone that echoed loudly in the fairly quiet building. And even more startled by the tall, gorgeous hunk of manhood bundled into a down parka standing next to her table.

I could totally jump him. Right here. Right now.

From nowhere, steamy erotic images of what she wanted to do with the man leaped unbidden into her head. She’d never felt such instant attraction to anyone, such a frantic desire. Maybe it was a reaction to her frightening experience on the Thruway. Or maybe something else created the overpowering chemistry.

Besides being the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on, he held out a battery-operated pocket charger. A sigh escaped her as he stared down at her.

“It’s not the only thing I’m looking for.” Her voice, husky and sultry, and laden with blatant sexual innuendo, shocked her. Where had those words come from? Nearly alone with him in the deserted rest stop…and still she felt…safe.

“Yeah?” The man removed his parka, revealing a plaid flannel shirt, the triangle of a white, cold-weather T-shirt peeping from the open neckline. When he raised his arms, thick bands of muscle rippled across his chest, beneath the layers of fabric. He riveted her with brilliant azure eyes, bluer than a lake under the summer’s sun. His hair, which curled a bit boyishly at his temples, resembled a wet beach, light, dirty brown, with shimmering bronze threads straggling through the locks. But this was no boy. No, indeed.

God. Gorgeous did not even begin to cover it. The longer he looked at her, the hotter she became. So hot she suddenly felt she’d do anything, dare anything with this man.

Taryn Kincaid lives in scenic Serendipity-By-the-Sea. (Go ahead. Try to find it on a map. If you do, Taryn will send you a smooch. Also a Nutter Butter.) She is an Olympic caliber athlete in egg rolling contests and spends a great deal of her time petitioning the U.S.O.C. to introduce fantail shrimp competition. When she's not bungee jumping off the Palisades or parasailing up and down the Hudson River, she devotes her time to caring for her aging pet walrus, arranging her voodoo doll-pin collection and practicing rhythmic chants. At this moment, she is busy picking up loose whole wheat spaghetti sticks that spilled out of the cupboard and onto her kitchen floor. Wait. Is that something…shiny?

Taryn hangs around a lot on Facebook and Twitter with her trillions of fans and pops in at Goodreads from time to time. You can catch her on her website, http://tarynkincaid.com, and her blog, http://dreamvoyagers.blogspot.com where she lives for comments! She implores you to buy her books so she can retire. 

Can there be love in erotica?

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By Jessica Subject

  Alien Lover has been said to contain “super hot sex”, and been called “a quick hot read”. The same reviewers have also called Alien Lover “a story of a love so deep that it cannot be defined by time or galaxies” and a “story will make you think about what true love [is], and the length we will go for it.”

  How can such a short story contain both aspects? Well, Molly is searching for the man she loved, the man she lost. Without enough proof, she refuses to believe he’s dead, and sets off into space to find him. She gives up everything, leaves family and friends behind, for him.

  Would you do that for the person you loved? And, of course, when she believes she’s found him, their reunion is hot and heavy. But is everything as it seems? Has Molly really found her fiancé?

Here’s an excerpt:

“Incoming message,” the computer chimed. “Source located one nautical mile away, starboard.”

She brushed her hands across the console and brought the video feed from the ship’s right hand side onscreen. The image quivered, and she groaned when it finally became clear. A Moloxian starcruiser.

Shit! I just want to go home. During her search, the crews of the few Moloxian scavenger ships she’d come across had been willing to let her pass if she traded with them. But she had nothing left, only enough food and fuel to reach Earth, and even then she’d be hungry during the last leg of her journey.

“Play.” She decided to listen to their demands, give them what they wanted, and move on. She had no other choice. Starvation was a better alternative than providing the sexual services they’d always hinted at. The Moloxians, though humanoid, had scale-covered bodies. So incompatible with her own. She wouldn’t survive unscathed and didn’t sleep around anyway.

“Prepare to be boarded.” The deep computerized voice shook her. No slur, and therefore not Moloxian. Who the hell was he?

She didn’t have time to contemplate. Her blood boiling, she gripped the arms of her chair. The creature, whatever species he happened to be, planned to come onto her ship. No one boarded without her permission, which she would not grant. At the sound of her transporter, like the pitter-patter of rain on Earth, she leaped from her seat and spun around. She grasped her bolt stunner and pointed it at the figure materializing into solid form before her eyes.

With a huge outline, the male boarding her ship would only bring her trouble. If his strength matched his size, she had one option: to kill him. She took in his bare, broad chest, sculpted abs, and muscled arms. His tanned skin shone with brilliance, as if the sun rested behind him. She gazed up at his dark hair and warm brown eyes. He studied her with an intense stare while his soft lips curved into a smile.

She gasped. “Diego?”

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Alien Lover Blurb:

Unconvinced of her fiancé’s demise, Molly combs the galaxy to search for him. As her supplies run low, she is forced to turn around and set a course for Earth, alone. But, a Moloxian Starcruiser halts her retreat, and the single passenger transports onto her ship without permission. Taser in hand to defend herself, she is startled as the form remolds into her fiancé. Has Diego found her or is her tired mind playing tricks?

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Bio:

Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.

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By BL Bonita

We all have a little darkness in our soul. We’ve all fantasized about a certain someone special. Some of us would go to great lengths to see that dark fantasy realized. Would you go the extra mile, no matter what it takes, to win the one you want?

Let me introduce you to Bradley George. He’s fantasized about Vera Cross for 5 years. 5 years of constant torment and sexual madness. Imagine the chaos in his soul. Imagine the lust pulsing in his veins. Vera Cross is the reason and the answer to his nightmares. Only she can set him free.

Pulse is a dark and delicious story that will thrill you, chill you and maybe turn you on. After all, we all are tempted by the dark side one way or another…

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It all started with a second glance over a clipboard…

All Brad wants is one chance with the enchanting Vera Cross. She is the reason and the answer to his nightmares. Only she can set him free from his own twisted hell. One touch, one kiss, one sigh from her foxy lips, and the hungry beast in him will give her everything she desires. But as Brad’s dreams become reality, he soon learns that Vera Cross is not at all what she seems.

Exploration…

By Jennifer Labelle

When it comes to short stories I love reading them because it gives me an idea of whether or not I’d like to pursue more from that author. The reason I love writing them, however, is because not only does it give my readers a glimpse of my writing style, it also gives me a chance to explore it.

I write romance, more specifically erotic romance, and with Decadent’s Edge line I get to embrace my erotic writing skills. Practice makes perfect after all, right? At least I hope so. J

In No Strings Attached, Julie and Ryan have both hit a rough patch in their love lives. They’ve got demanding jobs, and decide to turn to the personals for an intriguing encounter, but not before Ryan passes a few tests first…

BLURB:

Julie Saunders and Gunnery Sergeant, Ryan Hawke have both hit a rough patch in life. Demanding jobs ensure there aren’t enough hours in the day to get out there and meet people. Tired of feeling lonely and in need of attention, they turn to the personals for a no-strings-attached encounter.

When Ryan sees Julie’s response to his ad for a hook up, he’s relieved he’s found a sane one in the bunch. She’s beautiful, they share the same goals, and she’s got a hell of an adventurous side–just what he needs.

Can reality live up to expectations or will a no-strings hook-up leave them craving more?

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EXCERPT:

 He slung her over his shoulder and she squealed with laughter while he ran toward the truck. Parked in the shade, it was dark enough to partially hide them from view. He loosened his hold so she could slide to the ground, every mouth watering muscle in his body molding to her along the way. She pulled him close, breast to chest, and he captured her mouth again. His tongue slid across the slit of her lips, savoring her taste before he nipped at her bottom lip. “What do you say we take the edge off a bit?”

 “I’m game. What do you have in mind?” Moisture soaked her thong and she became a little breathless with excitement. Ryan’s calloused palms roamed down her sides to the hem of her dress. Gripping it ever so slowly, he pulled it up.

“First, I’m going to get this sexy dress out of the way and check how wet you are for me.” Hard fingers squeezed her ass. “Then I’m going to unzip my pants, lift you so you can wrap those very sexy legs around my waist, and enjoy the tight, wet, warmth of your pussy around my cock while I fuck you fast and hard. I plan to make you come and drown out your cries with my mouth. When we’re both satisfied, then and only then, will we go back to your place and start all over. Only next time we’ll take our time.”

 “Damn, that sounds good.” She bit her lip thinking about it. “What if somebody sees us?”

 “Doesn’t that make it a more exciting experience? The element of being caught at any moment a turn on?” He grinned. “It’s not likely anyone will notice. I’ll make it look like we’re just two lovers enjoying an innocent embrace. A heated kiss, if you will. Besides, I’m not sure how long this first time will last, which, if I’m being honest won’t be that long at all. I’m so worked up, it’ll be fast and hard, but I promise to make you come at least once before we leave.”

And, in Friends with Benefits, as Collin tries to evade his mother’s meddling ways, his neighbour and good friend Devin helps him to open up and explore his deepest desires...

BLURB:

Collin Harrison is loving life as a bachelor, but can’t convince his meddling mother to back off. To make matters worse, he’s confused by his attraction to his new neighbor, Devin. But Collin has never been with a man before.

Devin Hardy is no stranger to fulfilling his intimate desires—desires which include his hot neighbor. Good things come to those who wait, but Devin is getting tired of waiting to turn their friendship into one with scorching hot benefits.

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EXCERPT:

“What’s on your mind?”

“It’s nothing.” Collin sighed. “Or maybe it is. But I’ll figure it out, I guess.”

“Like what?” Devin flicked the TV off with the remote and waited.

“My social life has slowed down since I began hanging out with you.” Here we go, breathe, take the plunge and just breathe.

“Gee, thanks.” Devin grimaced. “Way to make a guy feel welcome.”

“I didn’t mean it that way.” He laughed and moved a little closer to him. “I just meant that I’ve had fewer dates recently, that’s all.”

“So you need to get laid.” His friend shrugged. “That sounds simple enough. You don’t need me to help you out with that, do you? I mean….”

Hell, yes, I do. “I guess it is, but my appetites might be changing, and I’m a little unsure about it. It also doesn’t help when you have a mother who likes to meddle. I’ll be hitting thirty soon, and she wants me to settle down.” Collin grimaced before continuing. “I’ve got to love the woman, and so help me God I do, but she’s now got a list of potential candidates.”

“Potential candidates?” Devin’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “For a future wife? Well, I’m not sure I can help you there, buddy, but I can get you laid if you want. I know a couple of girls who are pretty open-minded and would help you with your—” He made air quotes with his fingers and grinned. “Appetites. That is of course, if it’s a woman you’re hungry for.” He watched Collin’s reaction to his offer, starting with his face then downward to rest on the boner straining to get out and play.

He blushed. Shit! “Uh….”

Devin licked his lips. “Have you ever had a friend with benefits?”

“Sure, but not in awhile.”

“How about with a man? Have you ever experimented?”

Speechless, and completely turned on, Collin couldn’t form the words to answer. His fantasy was finally within reach, and like a dumbass, he choked. He shook his head no but prayed Devin would continue his pursuit.

“Would you like to?” 

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This series has been so much fun to write, and I have a few more stories in the works for potential future submissions so wish me luck and please stay tuned. I’d like to thank you all for joining me today. For those of you who would like to learn more about me or my work I can be reached through these links:

Website: http://www.jenniferlabelle.com

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Best wishes,

Jennifer Labelle.