From the Writing Desk of Raine Delight…..
Welcome to my writing desk. Here is where I will update you on what I am working on, coming out and more.
From the Writing Desk of Raine Delight…..
Welcome to my writing desk. Here is where I will update you on what I am working on, coming out and more.
Congratulations to Denise Zaky who was picked via random.org as the winner from my February Valentine contest.
She won a $10 gift card to Starbucks and some promo goodies.
Look for a Spring contest in April.
In honor of Valentine’s Day, I am giving away to one lucky reader a $10 gift card to Starbucks plus some swag. All you need to do is email me at rainedelight@yahoo(dot)com with ‘Valentine’s Contest’ in subject line with the answer to this question- What is your favorite treat to have at Valentine’s day?-to be entered. Contest is open internationally and will run from February 6th to 28th. Winner will be announced on March 1st on my blog, facebook page.
Girls Rule, Boys Drool by Lucy Felthouse
A lesbian mini-anthology
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Three lesbian erotic short stories from popular writer Lucy Felthouse.
Girls Rule, Boys Drool
Boyish dyke Toni is working at the local golf club, serving champagne to arrogant, privileged folk when she spots Clarissa. She’s one of the posh people, but she looks like she’d rather be somewhere else—anywhere else. Toni’s immediately smitten and wants to put a smile on the older woman’s beautiful face, so she decides to show Clarissa just why girls rule and boys drool.
Making An Impression
Joely’s holiday has consisted mainly of chilling out by the hotel pool, having the occasional swim and reading lots. That is, until a hot brunette arrives and suddenly, Joely has trouble concentrating on anything else. Her gaydar non-existent, Joely decides on an unusual course of action to find out whether the newcomer bats for the same side as her.
Fear as an Aphrodisiac
Girlfriends Nikki and Sonya are on holiday in Edinburgh, Scotland’s capital city. They’re having fun sightseeing, until a super-scary tourist attraction sends Nikki into meltdown. Once outside again, Nikki slowly starts to feel better—and, much to her surprise, horny. Quickly realising that the fear has acted as a potent aphrodisiac, she decides to take advantage of that fact, right there in the middle of the city.
Finally, Nikki and Sonya found the turning off Edinburgh’s Royal Mile that they needed. They’d expected a road, but Mary King’s Close was nothing more than a narrow passageway that looked like it led to the next street along. Glancing at one another, it seemed both girls suspected they were in the wrong place—despite the name of the alleyway—but as they headed along the close, they came across more signage and discovered they were wrong. The signs proclaimed that they were indeed at The Real Mary King’s Close, and this time they exchanged a relieved look and moved inside the tourist attraction.
After paying their money, they were put into a group that was already waiting, and after a few minutes was called to attention by a member of staff. The young man, dressed in incredibly old-fashioned attire welcomed them to the attraction and gave some brief information about what they should expect from the tour, as well as some health and safety spiel.
Then they were ushered deeper into the building and down some stairs. Another peculiarly-dressed actor met them and gave his talk. The group soon learned that Mary King’s Close had been a town of sorts, a collection of streets and houses, named after the most prominent local—Mary King. It had functioned well, this part of Edinburgh—in its day. But it had also befallen hard times and tragedy, including the Black Death. It was rumoured that people affected had been bricked into their houses to prevent the disease spreading further. It had never been confirmed nor denied, but the very idea sent a shiver down Nikki’s spine.
As they advanced into the underground town—now covered over by modern Edinburgh—they learned more about the inhabitants, their lives and, in some cases, their deaths. By the time they were shown the shrine of a young girl, covered with offerings both old and new, Nikki was clinging onto Sonya’s arm so hard that the other girl gave her a nudge.
“Oi, you’re hurting me! What’s the matter with you?”
“Sorry,” Nikki replied. “I’m getting a little creeped out, that’s all.”
“A little? The way you’re squeezing my arm, I’m beginning to think you’ve seen a ghost or something.”
“I said I’m sorry. God. Don’t you think it’s spooky down here?”
A meaningful glance from the tour guide shut them up. Nikki dropped her hand to Sonya’s and held it. The group continued through the subterranean labyrinth, listening to more tales of the past, the things that had happened within the very place they stood, over four hundred years ago.
Some periods of total darkness with recounts of history later, and Nikki was a nervous wreck. She’d always had an overactive imagination, and although she’d never seen a ghost—despite Sonya’s words—she believed in them and was really succumbing to the eeriness of the ancient place. She had gotten to the stage where she fully expected to see the spectre of little Annie—having left the site of her shrine—peering around a corner, beckoning to her. Or the chilly finger of a plague victim trailing down the back of her neck. She grew so paralyzed with fear that she fell silent and didn’t take in a word of the rest of the excursion—simply holding onto Sonya’s hand as they walked through the rooms and tunnels.
When they eventually emerged into the outside world once more, Nikki heaved a sigh of relief. “Sonya, darling, take me for a drink, now. A stiff one. A double vodka and coke sounds perfect right now. Maybe even a triple.”
“Were you really that scared?” The other woman looked disbelieving.
“What do you mean, were? I still bloody am. I’m sure I’d have found it interesting if I wasn’t so busy being terrified. I’m surprised I didn’t wet myself.”
“Aww, babe.” Sonya pulled the other girl into her arms. “I didn’t realise you hated it that much. We could have left if I’d known.”
“No,” Nikki shook her head. “It’s okay, I didn’t want to ruin it for you. I just got to the stage where I blocked it all out. But I’d still really like a drink, if you don’t mind.”
Sonya gently pushed Nikki against the wall of the alleyway and hugged her once more. “Okay, we’ll go for a drink soon. Let me hold you for a few minutes, first.”
The other girl said nothing, just relaxed into her lover’s embrace and slowly, very slowly, felt the fear ebbing away. With not a small amount of horror, she realised that she was turned on. Her knickers were damp and sticking to her, and the heat emanating from between her legs was unmistakable. What the actual fuck? She kept quiet, instead nuzzling into Sonya’s neck and pressing a kiss to the delicate skin there.
“Ooh,” Sonya said, shuddering, “that was lovely. What was that for?”
“For being nice.” Nikki’s voice was muffled, and she kissed her girlfriend again.
“Hey,” Sonya said, grabbing Nikki’s hands and squeezing them, “you’d better stop that, otherwise I’m going to get turned on. And that’s the last thing you want right now. I’m trying to be understanding here, sweetheart.”
Nikki came to the conclusion that she didn’t mind if Sonya got turned on, not at all. In fact, some sexy fun might just take her mind off the creepy underground place they’d just visited. It was damn weird that being scared had turned her on, but the more she thought about it, the more she figured it kinda made sense. Nothing, in her opinion, was scarier than death, and the French word for orgasm translated to ‘the little death’—so it was widely accepted that sex and death were connected. Sex was about life, death was about, well, death. So, in an attempt to stop thinking about things that confused the hell out of her, she was going to embrace life, wholeheartedly. And if that meant experiencing the little death, then so be it.
“I don’t mind,” she whispered into Sonya’s ear.
“What do you mean, sweetie?” Sonya replied, grabbing her shoulders and moving her back so she could look at her face. “You don’t mind what?”
“I don’t mind you getting turned on.”
About the Author
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over eighty publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Welcome to 25 Days of Holiday Fun with author Torie James
If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why? Patience. I always run out.
What is your favorite holiday candy? Peppermint Candy Canes. I think I have a problem
It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff? I have seasonal love affair with the Nog. I tend to like it plain but if rum were to “accidentally” fall into it, I’d still love it.
What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year? Decorating the house and our tree. The whole familia gets involved. It’s comical with a touch of homocidial thrown in by the end of the day.
If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be? Lestat de Lioncourt.
Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year? I have two! Red and Green M&M cookies and Snickerdoodles! My mum bakes the best!
If you could live forever, what would you choose to live for? I chose love…
Timeless Night by Torie James
New Camelot Series
A silent guardian, Alexander has walked the corridors of time in pursuit of an end to a haunting prophecy. Sabrina has lived a life surrounded by modern magic, unaware that the greatest and deadliest of powers reside within her own soul. If it only takes the light of love to ignite the stars, what of the decadent seduction of darkness? All roads don’t lead home and some myths only grow into legend.
She gasped, feeling every inch of his obvious arousal pressing into her belly through the fabric and almost fainted at the thought of him taking her. A thought that compelled one hand to slide down his rock hard torso, lower still to drift over steely, washboard abs and dance along the material gathered at his waist. Material that suddenly loosened and dropped to the floor between them and then there was nothing but bare flesh before her and she had to tear her mouth away even though she wanted the kiss to last forever. His heavy groan filled the bathroom as her fingers dropped a few inches lower to brush his straining shaft, just once. There was no shyness in her touch.
“Sabrina. Stop. Or I’ll –”
“Or you’ll what? Throw me down and fuck me senseless? I hope so.” The feel of him pulsing under her touch, the heated throb of the man was a sensory experience that had an echoing ache suddenly dampening her thighs in anticipation.
Alex’s voice was rugged, harsh, his own dark green eyes glowing with a touch of crimson, proof he wanted her blood as much as her body. “Gods, you’re so vulgar.” There was no derision in his statement this time, just a gentle teasing.
“No, I’m honest. I’ve wanted you from the beginning. And judging by this…” she trailed off and stroked him once more, a gesture that tore another growl from him. “I’d say you want me, too.”
His eyes almost shut from the intense pleasure just that one soft caress gave him. Taking a deep inward breath, he schooled his features back into a mask of indifference and dropped his curled fingers from around her neck, stepping back and bending low to pick up the fallen towel. Wrapping it around him, he gave her his back, turning towards the sink, keeping his tone deceptively cold. “Get dressed, Sabrina. I told you once before, fledgling. What you want will never happen. Not between us. I don’t want you like that.”
He gave her a long look, full of danger and savage heat before he pushed past her, not saying one more word. Only when she was sure he was out of her sight did she allow her own face to crumple, eyes bright with the pain his words gave her.
Welcome to another edition of my 25 Days of Holiday Fun. This time we have author Nancy Corrigan dropping by to heat things up. Don’t forget to enter Nancy’s contest after the excerpt portion.
If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why? For my children to find loving partners when they grow up. I never want to see their hearts broken.
What is your favorite holiday candy? Cordial Cherries. I love the sugar rush one of those gives me.
It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff? I can’t stand it. I must admit, the last time I tried it I was seven.
What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year? Saint Nicholas Day is on Dec. 6 every year. You leave your shoe outside your bedroom door for St. Nick to leave a small present (chocolate, a small toy, a lottery ticket). I’ve always loved this tradition. Unfortunately, I seem to forget about it until late Dec 5. Thankfully, the mini-mart is right down the street.
If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be? Rafe from Unexpected Find.
Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year? I love anise cookies, but chocolate chip are good too. So are peanut butter ones and sugar cookies and…
Unexpected Find by Nancy Corrigan
Paranormal Erotic Romance
Royal Pride, Book 1
Since the murder of her best friend, Jazz is stuck in a safe but lonely way of life. She’s willing to sacrifice everything to keep her family safe from the shifter world. The sexy stranger who struts into her friend’s bar changes everything. From the first glance Jazz knows she’s sunk—their chemistry sizzles from across the room, it’ll be undeniable up close.
Rafe wants Jazz from the second he sets eyes on her. The depth of the need that swamps him every time he’s near her surprises him. It takes every last ounce of his self-control not to pounce on Jazz and make her his. Only her distrust of his shifter nature holds him back. He counts it as a win every time his beloved human gives in to their passion and takes him to her bed. But Rafe’s patience isn’t infinite and he’ll do whatever it takes, face any danger—past or present—to ensure that Jazz becomes his. Forever.
A Romantica® Paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
The butterflies in Jazz’s belly took flight. The man was a romantic. “You know, I’m starting to enjoy the odd way you talk. It makes me feel as if I walked into a world where princesses wait to be swept away by their knight in shining armor.”
Rafe grinned, the sad look replaced by amusement. Releasing her hands, he slid his around her waist. “You would make a beautiful princess.”
“One to be fought for.” He twirled a lock of her hair around a finger. “What about me? Would I fill the role of your knight in shining armor?”
She smiled, completely charmed by this man. She ran her hands over his chest, luxuriated in the layers of muscle under her palms. “I don’t know if any horse would be able to carry you for long. I see you more as a warrior, a conqueror.”
“One who demands the bonny ladies as his reward after a battle?” He swept her into his arms. She gasped and grabbed his shoulders. Lust heated his eyes as he mapped her face. “Oh yes, I like this fantasy and in it I get to choose you as my booty.” He bent his head closer so his golden eyes filled her vision. “I think I might keep you, Jasmine.”
Her breath hitched. “I think you have a wild imagination.”
“Or a hopeful one.” He eased back but watched her with that focused gaze she was starting to associate with him. “I want you.”
The lust-hazed glint to his eyes told her exactly what he wanted. For once in her life, she did too—but it couldn’t happen. She had responsibilities. Spontaneity and motherhood did not mesh. The little episode in Josh’s office proved that. She would’ve been mortified if Sara walked in while they were having sex. Everyone in town would’ve known within the hour. The other playgroup moms would find out, maybe shun her or at least look at her negatively. No. Any liaisons she had would have to be planned and kept hidden.
She licked her upper lip. “I haven’t had sex in a really long time, Rafe.” She dropped her gaze and stared at his chin. “What we did tonight wasn’t like me either. I’m not like that. Easy.”
He brushed his lips over her forehead. “I know.” He set her on her feet and took her hand. “Come, let’s get you home.”
Celebrating 25 Days of Holiday Fun with author Mark Love. If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why? I would ask for time on the weekends to move at half the normal speed. That way I’d be able to enjoy more time with family and friends and do more writing. What is your favorite holiday candy? Mint Hershey’s kisses. It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff? I rarely drink it, but if I do, it’s got to have rum in it. And there should be a cardiologist close by. What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year?We throw a party the weekend before Christmas with family and a few friends. All the food and cookies we serve are homemade, so that’s our gift to everyone. If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be? It would have to be Sara Ellis from the television series “White Collar”. Hilarie Burton is the actress who portrays Sara and she is the embodiment of Jamie Richmond, the heroine of my mystery series. Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year? Magic Pan cookies that are a mixture of graham crackers, chocolate, coconut and sweet condensed milk. I’ve been known to hide these from others.
Devious by Mark Love
A Jamie Richmond Story
Sweet Cravings Publishing
Jamie Richmond, reporter turned author, is doing research for her next book. Attempting to capture the realism of a police officer’s duties while on patrol, she manages to tag along for a shift with a state police trooper. A few traffic stops and a high speed chase later, Jamie’s ride takes an unexpected turn when she witnesses the trooper being shot. Although it is not a fatal injury, Jamie becomes obsessed with unraveling the facts behind this violent act. While she is trying to sort out this puzzle, she becomes romantically involved with Malone, another trooper with a few mysteries of his own. Now Jamie’s attention is divided between a blooming romance and solving the crime which is haunting her. Jamie begins to question the events that took place and exactly who could be behind the shooting. It was a devious mind. But who?
The first time on the sofa was wild. There was no chance for foreplay. We both wanted it too much for that. Clothes were flung so far that I didn’t find my red bra until two days later. It must have bounced off the wall and slid behind the planter. After the initial rush, Malone introduced me to the romantic aspects of each room in my apartment. At one point after a warm bath together, I was on my stomach in bed and he proceeded to drive me crazy by slowly making patterns down my spine with one solitary fingertip.
Each time after the first started out slow and tender. A kiss here, fingers stroking there. Malone was toying with me, bringing me to the edge of excitement now, his lips following his finger. My whole body felt alive, energized with the reactions to his touch.
He kissed his way up my body, taking his time. A nuzzle here, another tantalizing kiss there. My skin was singing. My face was flushed, probably as red as my hair. At about the time I could actually feel my body starting to recover, he zeroed in on my breasts.
Now I can’t say this is true for all women. I can only speak for me. Maybe it’s because of the infrequency of romantic interludes. Or maybe it’s my age. Or maybe the moon was rising.
My breasts are small. I hinted at that before. There are fourteen-year old girls out there with bigger breasts than mine. To clarify the situation, all my bras are padded and yes, the cup size is A. I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but it’s what I’ve got and I’d never consider surgery to pump them up. All I know is that when Malone starting stroking and kissing my breasts, it’s like there was a direct connection down below. I was immediately wet with anticipation yet again.
“What am I going to do with you,” I whispered my voice little more than a feathery gasp.
“Whatever you would like, I’m open to suggestions.”
Where to find Mark Love online…