Meet The Doms of Club D

NIGHT OF THE DOMS
The Doms of Club D ~ Book 1
by
ERYKAH WYCK

Take one submissive with separation anxiety.

Add one master who has never wanted to settle down.

Mix in three Doms with specialties that make peoples toes curl.

And you have a recipe for Sex, Bondage and Orgasmic release.

Can Reyes heal and restore Ginny’s sense of security? Or will the night of the Doms prove too much for her to endure.


EXCERPT

But first she had to prove to him as well as to herself that she could trust again. After a quick glance at the clock on the wall, he stood. His heels clicked on the tiled floor, echoing through the Spartan room. With the exception of the St. Andrews’ Cross, and the chair he’d vacated, only a daybed sat in the corner. Unlike the voyeur rooms on the main floor, this was a private space on the lower level of the club. A bouncer stood guard in the hallway to ensure the privacy of the guests within.

She tilted her face in the direction of his sound. He held his hand centimeters above her skin, close enough to feel her heat. He would see if she could prove to both him and herself she had the ability to trust. After a year of working and earning her faith, everything came down to what happened now. Did she have the confidence in him to take care of her needs and wants, to be what she required, and to know that her submissiveness to him would be cherished as a supreme gift?

Leaning over her, he whispered, “Do as you’re told and trust in me.”

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Why are we so Kinky?

By Erykah Wyck

So what is that all of a sudden we seem to be so kinky? Or is it all of a sudden?  Erotic Literature has been around for a long time, just look at the Kama Sutra which was first published in the 3^rd century. And all these BSDM fetish clubs that are everywhere? Well those go back a long way too.  The most famous being the hellfire clubs though the really famous ones sprung up during the regency period history tells us they were around 200 years before that. ATLEAST.

So why the sudden openness of many to tell what used to be kept behind closed, if not private, doors.

My theory is that women and men are always curious and now with the advent of the Ereaders, where you can read anything you want without anyone knowing what you are reading, it makes it easier. No one can see your cover, no nosey cashier to lift an eyebrow over your choose of reading material, just click and there is you book.

Then there is the onslaught of so many online places, FetLife being the big one, where people with like fetishes can all meet, chat and converge.  Getting your kink on has never been so easy. Just remember with anything you need keep it safe. 

So go out explore your inner fetish, whether it be a spanking, a whip or a rope. Whether it be in a book, on line or in person. Be who you are. Enjoy your life and don’t be afraid to ask for what you want.

Night of the Doms

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Take one submissive with separation anxiety.

Add one master who has never wanted to settle down. 

Mix in three Doms with specialties that make peoples toes curl. 

And you have a recipe for Sex, Bondage and Orgasmic release. 

Can Reyes heal and restore Ginny’s sense of security? Or will the night of the Doms prove too much for her to endure.

Opening up a Smut Dialog

by Stephanie Beck

Have you ever felt like you’re the only one who likes naughty books? I recently found a few acquaintances I’ve known for years are closet smut readers. When they find out I write naughty books, they tell me in hushed whispers about their favorite books. They say they wish they’d known what I did for years since they’re always looking for new stories and people to talk books with.

These conversations led me to wonder how I could have opened up the smut dialog years ago and I came up with a few tips when feeling out the waters.

Do:

Ask about hobbies, likes and dislikes.

Easy enough thing to do. If they are a new friend, you’ll want to know these things anyway. If some of their likes line up with yours, there’s a chance other things will as well.

Don’t:

Immediately ask what they enjoy reading.

Reading material can invoke a lot of judginess in some people, so if you ask straight out, that other person just might name a best seller or other ‘safe’ book.

Do:

Keep your bookshelves well stocked with what you like and within view in your home.

If you’re a big reader and books are your passion, let it show!

Don’t:

Keep highly suggestive material at a child’s level when expecting company with kids.

Do you really want to explain to an acquaintance’s child what the people on the cover are doing? Really?

Do: 

Keep an open mind.

If another closet smut reader comes out to you and it’s not your brand of smut, maybe it’s time to try something new. Or maybe not, you just never know what others are really reading!!

Don’t:  

Kill a budding book friendship based on their love of Twilight, Shades of Gray or other big name books that you might not love.

If you find someone who likes those things, they’ve just dipped their toe in the world of smut. Welcome them into the sea of smutty goodness!

When it’s time to have the ‘smut discussion’ with acquaintances, I hope these tips will help you find a new friend to swap books and giggles with!!

All the best,

Stephanie Beck

www.stephaniebeck.net

Searching for Smut by Stephanie Beck

Donna is on the hunt for a cowboy to ride into the sunset. So far, she’s had fun, but nothing special enough to settle down. Cal’s plan is about to be set into action. After months of watching Donna, he’s done his homework and is ready to offer her everything she wants. When Donna’s real desires come to life, Cal will have to think on his feet if he wants more than just one night.

Smutty Sneak Peek!

Donna really was too sweet for the mercenary sex she indulged in, but she needed it. She’d been hoping to find a nice guy who shared her kink to start a relationship with. So far she’d hooked up with losers in Dallas. Even back in her hometown, she hadn’t found a guy worth driving three hours to visit every week.

When Cal walked in she’d been a little let down. He was a dork, always had been. A nice dork, but not the tough, sexy, cowboy of her darkest fantasies. Still, he cleaned up well.

Setting his hat on the bar, he ordered a beer. His sandy brown hair appeared freshly cut, enhancing what she just noticed were killer cheekbones. She took another sip of her drink. She’d get a buzz and have nice sex with Cal. If she couldn’t have a real cowboy, she could at least tie him down and ride into the sunset.

“Are you going to buy me a drink, cowboy?” she asked.

He looked at her glass then at her. The dark, deep quality of his eyes reminded her of the heart of a storm. Her pussy jumped. Maybe “nice” sex with him wouldn’t be such a letdown.

He smiled. “I was thinking we could continue this at my place.”

The men she’d been dealing with on the weekend trips had waited for her to make the first move, usually much later into the night, after plenty of alcohol. Cal’s take-charge attitude gave her a peek at the high she’d been chasing. She’d hung out with his sister in high school, so she knew his family well. He wasn’t technically a stranger, so she felt even better about going home with him.

She tucked her purse on her shoulder and hopped off the stool.

“I’m ready when you are.” 

Mate By The Music

by Rebecca Royce 

When I was writing Mate By The Music all I could think about were my days back in college. On Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights we would go out. Late.  It’s rather amazing I did as well in college as I did but I digress…

Some of what stands out in my mind about that time (that isn’t lost in a haze of Whiskey Sours) it’s the music.  We seemed to always be dancing. Dancing in bars. Dancing in frat houses. Dancing in someone’s living room.  Dancing.

Writing Mate By The Music reminded me so much of that time because it takes place in an empty bar, with just the hero and the heroine, and a juke box.  All of a sudden all of the things I’d heard others did in bars (nothing I would admit to doing of course.) had a place to be written about.  (I kid, sort of.)

But it made me wonder. What is the sexiest song out there? What song makes you want to find your loved one and have a good night?

For me, its In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel.  Cliché but it works for me.

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Women Who Kicked Ass

by Olivia Starke

In celebration of my first f/f release Her Moonlight Lover. I thought I’d blog on a few gals who kicked ass and proved a set of ovaries trumps a pair of testicles.

 Amelia Earhart

This intelligent leggy redhead is pretty fly by today’s standards, being a pioneer for women pilots in the 20s and 30s. She is credited with setting a new transatlantic record while flying solo across the Atlantic, and the first aviator to fly the treacherous route from Hawaii to America.

She is probably best known for her mysterious disappearance while attempting her first around the world flight. After leaving New Guinea, she vanished without a trace leaving speculations ranging from the Japanese capturing and executing her and her navigator, to being sent on a secret spy mission by President Roosevelt.

Florence Nightingale

Born into a wealthy family in 1820, Florence felt a call to nursing, a profession not considered respectable at the time. Though her family didn’t approve, she forged ahead to what she considered her life’s calling. She even refused marriage proposals from several suitors, fearing being tied to domesticity.

When the Crimean war broke out and the appalling conditions for injured soldiers were reported, Florence was asked to take a team of nurses to Crimea to help out. Their tireless efforts brought comfort to the soldiers. After returning home a national heroine, she helped hospitals with quality of care and standards of treatment.

Boudicca

After being stripped and beaten in public and having her daughters raped by Roman soldiers, Boudicca rallied and united warring Briton tribes and led the Britons against Roman rule. After taking Colchester—a city that held a temple to Roman emperor Claudius—the managed to take London and St. Albans. Eventually, Boudicca’s growing army fell to Roman forces, and Boudicca herself purportedly either died from her injuries or took poison. She would later become a symbol for Great Britain.

Olivia Starke www.authoroliviastarke.comhttp://romancingthepentoday.blogspot.com

Her Moonlight Lover

(Available soon from Decadent Publishing’s The Edge)

Blurb: Stranded in the middle of Iowa, Bailey has to rely on the hospitality of a hot redhead with a body to die for. After skinny dipping leads to an incredible night of Sapphic loving, Bailey is smitten by the eager and willing Melanie.

When morning comes, Bailey may find there’s more to Melanie than meets the eye.

Excerpt: 

I love a woman with stamina...

Bailey cleared her throat. “So, Melanie, you have a husband somewhere?”

She flashed that gorgeous smile. “Nope.”

“Boyfriend?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

“Girlfriend?”

Melanie stood in waist deep water. Rivulets poured down her shoulders.

“I-I’ve never been with a woman, actually.” She swept her hands in wide arcs over the surface and small waves lapped at Bailey’s chin where she tread water further from shore. Bailey kicked toward her, then stood and the other woman sucked in a breath, eyes widening. She took a step forward watching closely for any sign that her redhead might shy away.

“Melanie, let me make love to you.”

She peered up through her lashes. “I wouldn’t know how. I mean I know how with a man, but….”

Bailey smiled, reaching a hand to the other woman’s upper arm, letting her fingertips trail to her shoulder then down to the delicate gold chain she wore around her neck. A tiny infinity pendant dangled from it.

Their breaths quickened.

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’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.** 

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!

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