Setting Boundaries

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By Layla Chase

A landscape of heat waves shimmering off fields of dried withered hay. Slow moving cattle clustered near the shrinking pond or stream. A lone rancher leaning against a weathered barn.

These images were ones I’ve seen on several occasions while driving along Texas back roads. As a writer, I always have a notebook in my purse and jot down striking visuals or descriptions. When I moved away from Texas in mid-2012, the state was in the midst of a bad drought—not the first one experienced in the twelve years I claimed a San Antonio address. The Sunday newspaper ran series of articles relaying information on how hard drought hits the farms and ranches in its path.

When I saw the guidelines for intense short erotic stories for The Edge series, all those images tumbled through my mind and I had my plot.  I remembered the languor of the cattle and had talked with enough long-time residents to know the person who was responsible for those animals would give a lot to keep them alive. Especially if their survival is tied to the viability of her ranch.

Enter Trixy. A stubborn widow clinging to the hope she can keep her ranch alive by sheer determination finally has to admit she needs help. Her cattle are on the verge of dying of thirst and she has to barter for water rights. Unfortunately, she has history with her neighbor, Garth, the logical person to turn to for this water. His agreement doesn’t come easy and, with a thrill, Trixy realizes she wouldn’t have things any other way.

I’m giving away a free download of the story to one lucky person who leaves a comment on this blog. My hope is you have as much enjoyment reading Setting Boundaries as I had writing it.

Setting Boundaries blurb:

Widow Trixy Manville is desperate to save her cattle and turns to a neighbor with an offer—his pick of her best calves in exchange for water rights.

Garth Rutger negotiates for one night of hot, unforgettable sex from the woman he’s wanted for the past decade. A bit of humiliation might assuage his yearning. After her first refusal, he raises the stakes to a ménage that includes his brother. Will Trixy’s agreement lead her to a pact with the devil, or the sexual exploits she’s been craving?

Layla Chase

Good Girls Gone Wild

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By Kelli Scott

I love me some bad girls. Strippers. Hookers. Criminals. Spunky, snarky kick-ass chicks who take no guff from anyone. Their tongues are sharp like a surgical instrument, cutting the villain (or hero) to shreds. They drag the straight-as-an-arrow hero off to the dark side, or at the very least to a dark corner with a crook of her finger and a come hither look. Okay, those are my non-erotic heroines.

Erotically speaking, I usually write good girls who take a walk on the wild side. Why? I’m not sure. Maybe to shake up their world and tilt it a little—just enough to throw her off balance or into the arms of a bad boy who knows his way around the female anatomy.

Meet Juli. It’s her thirtieth birthday. Is she drunk? No. Is she partying? No. She’s a sensible single gal. Works hard every day. Balances her checkbook once a month. Wears sunscreen in winter. So how did she end up on the TSA’s no fly list and why are there two cops on her porch? You’ll have to read Birthday Bash to find out.

How about you? Are you on team good girl or firmly in the bad girl camp? Leave me a comment (please include a contact email) and I’ll put your name in a random drawing for an ecopy of Birthday Bash.

Blurb: When TSA puts Juli Falzone on the no fly list, she is stuck at home for her thirtieth birthday. Until her doorbell rings. On her porch are two hot cops swearing out a warrant for her arrest. Are they a practical joke from her well-meaning friends, the best birthday gift ever or has her identity been stolen? Wanting answers and vindication, she lets them in. Can she talk her way out of the situation or will they make her come along peacefully?

Excerpt:

“No, sweetie. I’ve got to go. But I did send you a little gift. Enjoy.” Dara hung up.

Juli held the phone out, staring at it, bewildered by the abrupt brush-off. A phone call from Dara normally morphed into an entirely different version of The Never Ending Story.

Another knock brought her to her senses.

When she opened the door, phone still in hand, a summer breeze blew along her skin. Two police officers, completely opposite in appearance, stood on her stoop, stone-faced serious. The taller, darker cop had a white-knuckled grip on his nightstick. The other, shorter and fairer of hair and complexion, wore a pair of intimidating, mirrored sunglasses despite the darkness.

The taller officer cleared his throat. “Ms. Falzone?”

“Y-yes.”

“May we come in?” the shorter—just shy of six feet—blond man asked.

Her instincts said, no, don’t let them in. But she hadn’t done anything wrong, and they were peace officers. Maybe a crazed killer ran loose in the area, and they wanted to search her backyard, secure her locks and ensure her safety. But after the harrowing day she’d spent at the airport that morning, she was a quart low on trust, dubious of authority figures, and testy in general. 

Oh, what the hell.

She opened the door wider, looking past them to the curb. “Sure.” A streetlight shone bright on a sedan. No other cops appeared to be canvassing the neighborhood. The uniformed duo filed in, but she wasn’t in the mood to make a pot of coffee or answer a bunch of inane questions. She’d filled her quota for the day.

“What’s this about?” She closed the door.

“We have a warrant.” The tall man whipped out a tri-folded piece of paper like he meant business.

She scoffed. “A warrant. For what?” She put on her tough girl act, but had visions of spending life in prison. “I haven’t done anything wrong.” Ever. Someone must have stolen her identity. First the no-fly list, now this.

The blond whipped off his shades, treating her to sky blue eyes. “Haven’t you?”

Dara always encouraged her to take a walk on the wild side. But every potential one-night stand date had struck her as a prospective serial killer or would-be stalker. She didn’t want to have regrets for living a boring life, but she’d seen too many friends, family members and co-workers make tragic mistakes in judgment. Unplanned pregnancies. Bad marriages. Worse divorces. Bankruptcies. She avoided all of the above.

“What’s the charge?” 

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The Vampire's Plaything

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by Ashlynn Monroe

As a reader, I have always enjoyed short stories.  It’s so fun to get lost in a moment, so short stories are a great way to get the satisfaction of escaping into someone else’s imagination in a short time.  The edge series is wonderful.  I’ve enjoyed reading these stories and I was delighted to have one of mine included in the series.

The Vampire’s Plaything is a story of past lost and love with a side of domination, here’s the blurb…

What would you do if you found yourself helpless and vulnerable for the most attractive man you’d ever seen?

Zoe finds herself a naked captive of a vampire and impossible memories of two men surface in her mind. Passion overcomes her as the long suppressed need for these men turned monster’s touch rekindles something from another time inside her, and makes her a willing plaything for these dangerous but sexy creatures.

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This was such a fun story to write.  I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

EXCERPT:

He spun her roughly to face the wall. Pushing her against the cold stone, his hands became gentle, caressing her back. From her shoulders to the flare of her hips, her skin came alive under his touch. The twisted chains held her arms higher. She jumped at a sharp, stinging slap on her bare ass. The contact had been anything but tender.

“I just hurt you. Now are you afraid?”

“No.”

He slapped her again in the same spot. It stung. Zoe whimpered, but the desperate lust grew hotter.

“Do you believe in second chances?” he whispered, his breath cool on her ear.

“Everyone deserves one,” she replied.

He made an angry sound. She turned, untwisting her chains. Zoe watched him step away. His back was to her. She could see the sinew and muscle. His skin was taut. She longed to run her hands down his body. There was a sorrow in his posture. He slouched a bit. Zoe imagined the man didn’t let just anyone see him with his guard down.

“Not everyone,” he muttered, his shoulders slumped.

“Why do I feel like this?” Why did he feel so familiar? She’d never felt so comfortable naked with another person. He faced her again. A deep frown marred his features. She ached for him, for the sadness that hung over him like a cloud heavy with rain. The strange emotions she felt for him, were like echoes of a past she couldn’t remember.

He faced her again, torment in his expression. Sighing, he opened his mouth as if to speak, revealing sharp fangs the color of old ivory, but she wasn’t afraid.

“You are the most dangerous creature on this Earth. I should destroy you. You could destroy me.” His dark eyes narrowing, he ran the pad of his thumb down her cheek.

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Starting the Year off with a Bang! Pun intended…

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by J.M. Madden

I hope everybody had a fantastic holiday. I’m excited to start mine off with a brand new, super sexy release.

When Decadent opened the Edge line, I knew I wanted to submit, and I had an idea for the first book in my Silver Star series almost immediately. What funner way to have an erotic rendezvous than on a trip, or better yet, on a rockin’, rumblin’ train? I’ve been fascinated by them for a long time, ever since I spent time in Germany.

Time was at a premium for the characters in the first book, so they were left well-sexed but ‘hanging’, so to speak at the end of the story. Being the kind of girl I am, who roots for love, I couldn’t leave Brady and Lorna without a happy ending.

Before the first book was done being edited, the second was being written.

Brady and Lorna have gotten their happier ending. Check them out.

A six hour train ride to Florida was not nearly enough to satisfy Brady Frost. When sexy co-ed Lorna McNight calls for a rendezvous two days later, he’s more than ready to take up where they left off, and arrives just in time to keep her from being raped.

Lorna’s first mistake was misjudging the schmuck at the bar. If Brady hadn’t arrived in time to rescue her, she may never have been heard from again. Her second mistake was underestimating her desire for the mature knight in bruised armor, and her ability to keep love and sex separate. When it’s time to board the Silver Star home, will she be able to leave her heart behind?

Love on the Line II is out today! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

JM