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Archive for the 'Fun' CategoryTuesday, November 1st, 2011
Carinian’s Seeker, Vampire Council of Ethics Book 1, is FREE for Nook and Kindle for the next two weeks! Get it from BN.com or Amazon.com from November 1 through November 14.
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Saturday, October 29th, 2011
Ooooh, things are getting a bit strange in our world of spirit guides and their charges. Mad men and kidnappers are running amok from Italy to Egypt, all in search of our heroine. Enjoy this snippet from Egyptian Voyage (available on Amazon.com, BN.com and on sale at 35% off at Smashwords with this code –>AQ73D), then visit the fabulous Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of this post. Mwahahahaaa! ~~~~~~~~~~~ A single finger trailed over her shoulders and across the back of her neck as he moved around and around her still body. “We are in Qarafa.” At her blank stare, he continued. “What Westerners would call The City of the Dead.” “The who?” “The City of the Dead,” he repeated in a disconcerting flat-sounding timbre. “This place was an important burial ground hundreds of years ago, now the poor gather here. Thousands of them. Just think, among soaring minarets, mosques, elaborate tombs of sultans and their families, live ordinary men and women. In fact, a lovely widow lives in a tomb room just a few doors down with her children.” “But, but how?” Chrys stammered. Not from nervousness—she was too angry for that—but from the simple inability to fathom anyone living in a place like this. “We have not so much thought of cemeteries as a place of the dead, but rather a place where life begins,” Eden replied. “The new tenants have adapted where the families of the dead used to come to spend time with their departed loved ones. Now the grave markers serve as desks and shelves, while strings hung between gravestones are used to dry laundry. As for the light, they’ve brought in the electricity by wires over the roofs coming from the nearby mosque. Pity, really.” Well, the name certainly fit the place. The City of the Dead—northern Cairo’s four-mile-long walled necropolis that now housed thousands of families and countless small businesses. In this day and age? Amazing. But it didn’t explain why the hell he’d brought her here. Not to mention he seemed too refined to have a “room” in this place for any virtuous purpose. “But why…?” “She thought I was wrong, you know. But I wasn’t, it was her. She’d made the mistake, stupid bitch.” Okay, the words insane and crackpot came to mind. Chrys bit her tongue and let the man rant. “Even pharaohs make mistakes. Sometimes deadly ones. But it really doesn’t matter. With you at my side, I have no need of another pharaoh or harem mistress. The tarot was connected to the Rahn asshole after all.” Then Eden threw back his head and laughed as if the funniest joke in all of creation had just been told. Oookay? When the cackling ceased, Chrys took a slow breath, forced her words to emerge meek and humble. “What tarot, Eden? I’d really like to understand.” Hmm. That seemed to please the walking nut job. With a smile, he stopped circling and stopped in front of her. From his left breast pocket, he removed a beautiful card covered with gold, black and lapis blue Egyptian symbols and hieroglyphs. “It was the Empress. This card represents the Empress, see? I always selected different, and sometimes unusual, suits of cards, but she always explained them to me. But after I saw you for the first time aboard ship, I kept selecting this same card over and over. And always upside down. Stupid pharaoh had me believing it was because you were losing interest in the Rahn asshole.” The bottom of Chrys’ stomach danced with unease. Now this was getting freaky. Right, as if Edenweren’t already in that category. She held her thoughts to herself, demanded her fists to remain still. Giving away the fact that her hands were no longer tied would probably make the man stop talking. And that simply wouldn’t do. Her mate wanted a confession and, damn it, she was going to get him one. “But you weren’t losing interest in him,”Eden rounded on her with a snarl. “You had no interest in me. But that will change, I promise you. I still don’t understand why he didn’t die.” Eden’s head tilted just a hair to the right, his expression one of genuine bewilderment. “Die?” Chrys uttered in shock, and this time was no act. “Yes, die, damn it all. He was supposed to die. I know I cut him in the right spot. But you came and did something to him. What did you do to him? All I wanted to do was stomp his brains out when I came into your apartment and saw you covered with his blood. You were moving toward the phone to call for help while that damned Rahn moaned like a foaling cow on the bathroom floor.” Chrys fought for calm, begging her spirit guides to send her a large dose and fast. Adonei’s power still pulsed through her body and she fought to keep her temper under control, fought to keep the fierce force of the lion leashed. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Friday, October 21st, 2011
Enjoy a quick peek into the mind of our villain from Jaguar’s Rule, then visit the fabulous Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of this post. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Tonight he watched her in her pelt and wondered if she was aware he knew who she was. All this time he’d thought she was just another jag female, but an accidental glimpse of her showering on her screened veranda several nights back had revealed more than he’d ever expected. He’d stayed perfectly still, perched in a tree, and watched the back of the building he’d tracked her to. After awhile, his patience had paid off. She’d stalked from the cover of the jungle and stopped to look around. He hadn’t been seen perched up on the thick branches and was glad for the broad leaves surrounding him. The female melanistic jaguar with her black, smooth coat glistening in the darkness walked up the back stairs of the building. A few seconds later, a beautiful woman with perfect milk chocolate skin and the body of a goddess stood up just outside the door leading into the covered shelter then ducked inside. The warm spray of water left a million sparkling droplets that shined like little diamonds all over her ebon skin. The spicy rich scent of the soap she slathered on her body floated out and away from her little haven. But the soap couldn’t conceal the sweet nectar gathering between her silken thighs, nor could it hide the unusually spicy scent of her womanly dew. He could smell it from here—she was in heat. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Snippet Saturday authors Saturday, October 15th, 2011
All kinds of interesting things can happen in the workplace, which makes this theme near and dear to my heart. Why? Because I work with some people who:
Enjoy this excerpt from Caramel Kisses and feel free to hit me up on Facebook and let me know how you’d handle Mizz Alex. Afterward, be sure to visit all the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post. Bitches of the world unite…so we can tie you all up and take care of you all at once with super-soakers on blast! Heh! ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Speaking of Sundays, Drew even appreciated joining her in front of the television for a good football game. Even if he did like the Raiders. Well, nobody was perfect…but damn if Drew wasn’t awful close. Bottom line—could she get past the taboo of dating a younger man? A man she enjoyed both in and out of bed? Just the thought made her smile all the way to the Expedex restaurant-styled cafe. Drew looked up and smiled, then stood and pulled out her chair. Gentleman to the bone. “Syd, you all right,” he asked softly once he was seated. Sydni could have kicked herself. She’d slipped back into thinking so hard and deep over the what-if’s that she’d zoned right out. God, Drew couldn’t know what was on her mind. They’d already covered most of this ground in their endless talks—which she’d enjoyed, by the way—and surely the man was getting tired of her voicing the same tired concerns. This subject should be good and buried, yet it wasn’t quite dead in Sydni’s mind yet. But before she could open her mouth to assure both him and herself, they were no longer alone. “So, you’re the new head of legal for Japan, eh?” Interesting. Sydni had never noticed how pretty—young and pretty—Alexandra Voltier was. Until now. Drew stood and extended his hand with a friendly smile. But there was no heat behind it. Nothing like the blinding, completely focused gaze he tended to pin her with. “Yes. I was recently promoted into the Japanese division. I’m Drew. Drew Caruth.” He shook her hand and sat right back down again. “Mmm, yes, I know.” Was that a purr lacing Alex’s words? Bitch. Sydni didn’t make a sound, nor did she look up. Just stabbed the lettuce of her salad like she wanted to put a hole in the bowl. Drew looked her way but said nothing. “So, Drew, how do you like working with Ms. Cannes in the Japan group? I hear she’s a tough nut to crack, but once you get inside…she really knows her stuff.” The woman didn’t even bother to hide the real meaning of her words. Sydni felt her lover’s eyes on her but refused to look up or acknowledge the conversation. “It’s been awesome. The deals you all put together are a little different than what I’m used to, but everyone’s been very helpful.” Drew’s words were laced with just the slightest, quickly hidden confusion. “If there’s anything I can do,” the woman said with a sexy drawl that made Sydni’s gaze finally snap up. “Anything at all, be sure and let me know.” Well, that was more than suggestive considering Alex’s focus was on Drew’s crotch while she handed him her card. With a big assed grin plastered across her face she said, “Perhaps lunch sometime. Or dinner? Or whatever.” Hell, Sydni wondered when the woman’s fangs would begin to show. “Thank you for the offer,” Drew returned smoothly. “But I usually have dinner with my woman.” God, she so couldn’t deal with this right now. It was just too much, especially on the heels of all her insecurity. Not only were her thoughts in turmoil, but The Bitch chose that moment to poke her head into Drew’s business. Well, maybe this was for the best. If Sydni gave him an out, opened a door for him to walk away from whatever it was they were developing, perhaps he’d take the opportunity to get with Alex? Take the chance to be with someone a bit closer to his own age. Sydni stood so fast her chair shot back several inches and scraped the hardwood floor. Relieved that the thing hadn’t crashed to the floor, she squared her shoulders and spoke evenly. “I have some work to do. I’ll catch you guys later.” Alex’s smile quirked up into what could only be described as a predatory grin. “Perhaps I can keep Drew here company while he finishes his meal?” “Be my guest,” Sydni bit out, then snatched her plate off the table. She turned on her heel, biting her bottom lip to keep it from trembling as she dumped her uneaten food in the trash. All she gave Drew was a good view of her back as she retreated Drew’s expression remained schooled, but his body language screamed “What the fuck?” But the instant surge of jealousy she felt, though unreasonable, had her inner witch peeking her head out to play. And not in a good way. By the time she got to the elevator, her stomach boiled, skin flushed hotly, and temper flared. But Sydni was most angry at herself. Damn it, she’d never retreated in her life. That was something usually reserved for others to do to her, not receive from her. Yet, she’d bailed. With style, no doubt, but bailing was bailing no matter how classy it was done. Too late. Sigh. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Snippet Saturday Authors Saturday, September 3rd, 2011
Just got in from a business trip to the East coast where Hurricane Irene had done a number the day before I flew in. Happy to say that nothing exciting (read: dangerous) was going on by the time I got there. But the weather can be a funny thing. Temperamental. Or for certain lucky females, the weather can be a conspirator. Enjoy this snippet from Gift Wrap Optional where our heroine, Melaniece, has just been drop kicked by the weather. Her beau, however, isn’t complaining at all ;D Remember to visit all the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post! Enjoy your weekend ;D
Melaniece couldn’t believe it. Maybe if she closed her eyes and clicked her bare heels three times this nightmare would be over. What the hell was Santa trying to do to her anyway? A loving that would have bordered on cataclysmic was interrupted by the telephone. Thinking the kids might be stuck in a ditch somewhere, she rushed to answer it. It was them on the phone and they’d ditched her all right, left her up here in the mountains to be bushwhacked by Michael. And now Mother Nature decided to keep her stuck here with the man. “This is just not happening,” she fumed as she strode uncaringly naked to the laundry room. Yanking open the door she stared out into the garage. No joke. The kids’ SUV was gone, replaced by Michael’s monster machine—a jet-black Hummer took up more than its fair share of the three car garage. Michael’s hands lovingly caressed her shoulders accompanied by the hot, hard length of his cock brushing up against her bare ass, a reminder of what they’d been up to when the phone rang. Bastard. “Mel, it’s not as bad as it looks, I promise.” “How can you say such a jacked up thing to me, Michael? I’ve never spent the Christmas holidays without my children. Ever!” Every spot on her now tense shoulders and neck grew warm. Such talented fingers. Oooh, the easy massage was working. Come on girl, get it together. You’re supposed to be mad, remember? “I’m going home toDenverto join them. You can stay here if you like until the roads are clear enough for you to drive home.” Damn it was cold. The backs of her legs were nicely warmed by an obviously heat efficient Michael along with the warmth streaming from the laundry room, but the front of her body was so chilled her poor nipples felt like little fudgesicles. Tempted to step back and lean against the spinning clothes dryer, she yanked away from Michael’s gentle touch instead. Mad? Absolutely. Stupid? Hell no, and there was no way she was going to chill her toes by stepping into the garage. Holding onto the doorjamb she leaned out and stretched for the door opener mounted on the wall. “Mel, don’t you dare open that garage door while you’re standing here naked,” Michael warned. Oh, so now he was going to tell her what to do? Not bloody likely. He had some nerve and how dare he growl at her like that. She would have told him so if her eyes hadn’t been pasted to the sight revealed by the open garage door. “I repeat, this is just not happening,” she whispered. “Oh come on, Santa, work with me here.” “What was that, Mel?” “N-Nothing. Never mind.” All she could do was stare at the six-foot wall of snow standing between her car and the driveway outside. At least the kids left last night, otherwise they might not have made it toDenverat all in this mess. And it was still coming down in big, wet flakes. Instinctively she turned to the huge vehicle parked next to hers, but could only shake her head. Even Michael’s Hummer wasn’t big or bad enough to get out of the garage. They were well and truly snowed in. And before she could make it out of the laundry room, the dryer began to spin slower and slower until it stopped altogether…just before the lights flickered off. Along with everything else in the house. Damn, damn, DAMN! With some growling of her own, Melaniece turned on her heel, elbowed past Michael and stomped straight to her room. Now where had she put the battery-powered weather radio Melvin gave her a couple of years ago? Yanking an oversized T-shirt off the shelf, she pulled it on quickly and bent to the task of digging through the plastic storage boxes. Blast it all, she could barely see in the dim light filtering into the closet from the window across the room. Relieved when her hand closed around the small square metal and plastic box she snatched it out and turned it on. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she turned the tuning knob until she found a clear channel. She didn’t need to look up to know a concerned Michael Bannon’s eyes were plastered to her face. She felt him, knew he was worried about her. The knowledge made her want to reach out to him, stroke the soft waves on his head with one hand while easing eager fingers over the planes and ridges of his beautifully defined chest and stomach. A still very naked chest and stomach. “The National Weather Service predicts this blizzard will blow out in the next forty-eight hours. The worst of the snow started falling early this morning around three a.m. If you had somewhere to go, we hope you got there last night.” Her hopes plummeted. “Smart-assed weather man,” she grumbled quietly to herself, massaging her temples. Just great, now her head hurt. Snippet Saturday awesomeness from: Monday, August 22nd, 2011
After dinner the meeting/learning session began and boy, oh boy did I ever learn some stuff! As you can tell by the topic, this was definitely one I’m glad I didn’t miss. The folks that shared their stories were brutally honest and while some of the tales were ridiculously funny, some were absolutely horrific. I guess the old addage that “shit happens when you play naked” is definitely true. So here goes: Story #1: Fire Play In this particular case the bottom was being topped by someone that was not her Dom. The person asked permission, as is correct, and both the Dom and Sub agreed (NOTE: Being a Sub doesn’t mean you’re a slave…unless you want to be. We’ll get into roles next time). The Dom stepped away, as was appropriate (RULE: You do not interfere with a scene unless you’re in it. Why? Because the Dom or Domme’s attention needs to be on the bottom at all times. Distractions can be a very very bad thing) and the scene started. The problems began when the substitute Domme began to play to the crowd instead of paying attention to the sub. That was mistake number one. The second mistake was when the Domme chose to use lighter fluid instead of alcohol. Major blunder! Not only did the fluid cease to flame as alcohol would have, but since the Domme was playing to the crowd it took her a moment to realize that her sub was ON FIRE! The result: Second degree burns up the sub’s back. Second result – the sub won’t play with that Domme ever again…and neither will half the local D/s community. Bottom line: Dom, you should be watching your bottom’s headspace. Is it where you need it to be or not? Pay attention. If the headspace isn’t there, call the scene done. Subs, if the Top’s eyes aren’t on you, use your safe word and call the scene done. Story #2: Spanking Bottom line: Try to make sure that your equipment is in good working order and well away from any potential harmful areas, like cliffs or inclines ;D But sometimes “oops” is unavoidable and you’ve just got to laugh it off. In the next installment of When Bad Scenes Happen to Good People I’ll tell you about how one Dom didn’t realize that a certain activity gave his bottom panic attacks, as well as the importance of risk assessment, after care, follow up and damage control. There’s alot of responsibility for Dom’s, but subs have their responsibilities, too. For example, there should ALWAYS be an agreed upon safe word between the bottom and the top. Sub, if your Dom doesn’t feel you need one…find another Dom. The bottom should already know what to expect from the top as surprises in this particular genre of play aren’t always a good thing; the top should know how to watch for headspace. If you don’t know the rules, learn them together or you may want to hold off on playing… Til next time! TJ Friday, July 22nd, 2011
Now there are different types of dreams. Dreams that you have when you’re asleep, and dreams that you have when you’re awake such as what you’d like your life to be like when you grow up. Actually, I want to be a wealthy full-time writer when I grow up *snark* or perhaps an adopted daughter of J.K. Rowling. In this excerpt from Death and Roses, our heroine, Scharsi, a genetically modified Generation8 Super Soldier…just wants to be loved. That’s her one and only dream…and it’s just come true. After the excerpt don’t forget to visit the other Snippet Saturday authors!
The scent of their loving filled the air. It reminded Scharsi of sweet summer fields on Trescalane just as the red coffee and tropical fruits were harvested for the season’s production of strong javé and potent liqueur. And he was just so comfortable in his skin, comfortable with her. He gave her his trust, which is something she’d never received from another person in all her life, save one. Tanil wrapped himself around her and buried his nose in her hair, as was his habit. “You were a knockout before, but this new short and sassy hairdo of yours is off the charts in the sexy department.” It would have been completely dry by now if not for the new drenching of sweat—all his fault of course. Not that she was complaining. Instead of a comment, Scharsi yawned big and so unladylike she almost snorted as she snuggled closer. Her stomach rumbled and gurgled like an old derelict ship that had run out of fuel. She could still use that snack she’d been headed to before the haircut, shower and being waylaid—boy had she ever been laid—by Tanil. She’d been three kinds of depressed at what seemed So, any idea where we’re going?” “Not a clue,” she replied on yet another yawn. “All I know is that Vonner said the place we’re going is some “Seekrit?” Tanil laughed so hard her head bounced up and down on his shoulder. “Snark much, Scharsi?” She smiled. Couldn’t help it. “Well, anyway,” she drawled, “Dex programmed the coordinates and in a few hours we’ll end up wherever it is we’re supposed to be.” “Sounds easy enough. Aw hell, sorry, be right back.” A few moments later, Tanil returned, flopping down next to her as if he’d known her forever, like they were truly a couple and not just sleeping together. The warm towel he’d run to the head to get was placed gently between her legs as he cleaned her up. No awkward movements, no weird silence. Just lovely comfort. The towel sailed across the room toward the pile of towels she’d used on her hair and body. The man dropped a kiss on her shoulder, smiled and wrapped her up in his arms again. When he let out a contented sigh, Scharsi lost it. The alarm on Tanil’s face at her first sob would have had her cracking up if not for the soul-deep emotion that bubbled over inside her. If only he knew what he’d done. She hadn’t been so completely exposed, so torn down, yet emotionally built up, and all by his openness, his desire to see to her needs and the willingness to accept her, flaws and all. Snippet Saturday authors Saturday, July 2nd, 2011
There’s nothing quite like family to make or break your day. Enjoy a bit of humor between Max and Sasuke as they discuss the female members of their family – all of which happen to be a handful and a half! After the post enjoy the rest of our fabulous Snippet Saturday authors!
Max would have laughed harder if he had the energy. He and Sasuke made one hell of a pair. Max’s name was known not only on the northern island of Japan but also by their affiliates in the States and Australia, while Sasuke was his underboss responsible for one of the most powerful and feared organized crime clans. And they were both laid up like old women. With painful effort, Max turned his head toward his best friend and Second sitting—or rather lying—on the couch on the other side of the coffee table in the living room. A gurgle rumbled up from Max’s diaphragm and ended in a laugh so consuming, he was bent over double in near exhaustion when he was through. “What?” Sasuke hissed with a scowl. “Look at us. Me, Max Maruyama, leader of Clan Ooeto, practically in need of a nurse. And you, my Second, covered with bruises like you’ve taken the beating of your life.” “I did take the beating of my life, damn it. Then your sister made it worse by practically removing my ability to ever bear children. And stop laughing, you fucking sadist.” Max laughed harder until his chuckles became struggling wheezes. After several long minutes of just trying to breathe, he turned back to Sasuke and spoke. “So, tell me about the man who managed to turn you such interesting shades of purple and blue. And, uh, yellow? Is that yellow, or green?” “Oh shut it, already. Kikiyo!” Sasuke called as loud as he was able. A stocky man in a stylish gray suit eased the door open. “Bring me some more ice packs, man. And some tea for Max.” With a simple “Hai” and a slight bow, the man disappeared and returned shortly with several ice packs to replace the ones Sasuke had already used. All the while, Sasuke’s grumbles turned the air blue. “Fucking pasty-faced, white-haired vampire. Damned pretty boy Seeker. Muscle bound clod of a …” “All right, already,” Max wheezed. “Stop whining and tell me what happened.” “You’d think…ah, God that hurts. You’d think it was obvious, Max. I got a call from one of our men who spotted your sister on the dance floor at Valdarre. I went to her house and waited for her, scoping it out, keeping an eye on her. Or so I thought.” “Valdarre? Shinju went to Valdarre?” “Yeah, Shinju and that damned long-haired fellow I told you I’d seen before. By the way, I contacted your friend in Clan Li and described the man. He confirmed our suspicions. The guy with Shinju is indeed a Seeker. And not just any Seeker, but what they call an elite. I’m not up on all their hierarchy, but the Clan Li vamp certainly seemed concerned for me while at the same time saying the guy was vamp law enforcement. A good guy. Anyway, they showed up at her house. I wanted to shoot the idiot.” “Since when do you refer to Shinju as an idiot?” “Not Shinju, damn it, Kenoe.” “Who…?” “Am I telling the story or not?” “I think getting your ass kicked has made you cranky.” “Fuck you.” Sasuke made to scoot up a bit higher on the pillows piled behind his head. A deep frown and annoyed-sounding grunt said his efforts were rewarded with some obvious aches and pains. Max watched until Sasuke’s head settled back on the arm of the couch. “Great,” Sasuke grumbled. “Now my temples are throbbing in time with everything else on my body.” At Sasuke’s grimaces and hisses of pain, Max bit the inside of his cheek to keep from cracking up again. “So anyway,” Sasuke continued, “Kenoe, it turns out, is the name of the Seeker on Shinju’s ass. Literally.” “What the hell do you mean?” Max thundered. Well, it actually felt more like a dull poof than a thundering bellow given how tight his lungs felt these days. “He kissed her like they were old lovers right there outside her door before they went inside. After about twenty minutes I started to kick her door in, then Kimora showed up.” “Kimora? What the hell is she doing in Tokyo? She’s supposed to be in London. And isn’t Shinju supposed to visit her family in Atlanta next month?” “That’s what I thought. In fact the last time I spoke with your mother, she said Shinju was to come visit her and your aunt right at the beginning of summer vacation, as soon as school was out. She was trying to get me to talk you into joining them.” “Well, she’s been working on me slowly but surely ever since she moved to America. But at least she’s got Kimora’s mother to keep her company and out of trouble.” Sasuke replaced the ice pack on his thigh, another on his lower stomach, secured one to his shoulder and yet another over his left eye. “Your mother? Stay out of trouble? The woman is a man-magnet, even at her age, and speaks her mind no matter what. Of course she’ll always be in the middle of one thing or another.” Sasuke was so right. But it was typical for the women in his family. Ever since Max’s grandfather showed up in Tokyo with his grandma so many years ago, it seemed to be a family tradition for the Maruyama men to go abroad to study or work, and bring home a dark-skinned, saucy, beautifully smart female as a wife. Kimora’s father, and his own, had been no different. Kimmie’s parents lived in Atlanta and welcomed his own mother into their home after Max’s father died. Max didn’t have the darker skin tones of his mother, but he had her fire and attitude—the two main reasons he’d risen up through the ranks of the Ooeto clan, taken it over, and expanded their territories—all without bloodshed. “That Kenoe bastard beat me up one side and down the other. My enhanced speed and strength made no difference. Even after I pulled a blade on him, it didn’t matter. The man just dodged each strike while landing every punch he threw at me. And the asshole grinned the whole time. Fucking fangs gave me the creeps.” “And then?” “And then Shinju came outside and broke it up. After kicking us both in the nuts, she told me to tell you that she didn’t need, and I quote, ‘a fucking babysitter’. I was lucky she didn’t have a katana on her or she’d have shaved my balls. Then she bit the loc-wearing vampire’s head off and told him that she didn’t date thugs who were intimate with her cousin. What she meant by that I have no idea. But then she turned around and left us on our knees. And that damned cousin of yours stood in the doorway laughing. Bitch.” Snippet Saturday authors: Saturday, June 11th, 2011
BFF’s are cool, rare and occasionally a pain in the ass. My BFF is Valda Thomas. Though I haven’t seen her since I moved away from my home state more than ten years ago and we’ve lost touch, I’ll never forget that friendship. To this day, she is still my BFF. She was there when I was pissed off and needed to rant. She was there to tell me I was being an idiot and to sit my “goofy behind down somewhere”. She was there when I was sick and couldn’t take care of myself or my kids (I think she became an expert of doing tricks with Cheerios to keep my then five year old son occupied while I sweated out my fever). In this Vampire Council of Ethics book, two BFF’s are having a typical conversation…well, typical for them considering Tameth (vampire) is an elite Seeker for the Council, and Carinian (human) is a genius biogeneticist who can hold her own in a no-holds-barred fist fight. Something fishy is going on and these two are going to get to the bottom of it. No doubt they’ll both be in trouble by the time it’s over! Enjoy this excerpt from Hatsept Heat, Vampire Council of Ethics Book 3, then be sure to visit all the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of this post. Happy Saturday!
“What the hell? Tam, you see that?” Tameth’s head swiveled around and followed Carin’s line of sight. Exceptional vision revealed the slightest movement of a shadow along the tree-lined path near the fence across the way. That path led to a grotto that couldn’t quite be seen from here, and on the other side of the thick stand of trees was a locked gate that was supposed to be guarded twenty-four seven. “What the hell is she doing? Kenoe’s gonna kill her.” “Yeah? Well who does she remind you of, Tam?” Tameth rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but answer honestly…sort of. “She does not remind me of either of us.” Tameth replied blandly. “Riiiight,” Carin drawled. “What about that little excursion to Sausalito after we got back from the London mission?” “You can’t count that,” Tameth huffed. “We are both Serati females and can do as we please. I was not even on duty and had no need to report in. Besides, I was well prepared to look after both of us.” “Yeah, but you didn’t have permission to take Stealth One. Which you, uh, sort of failed to mention at the time.” “Oh shut up. You got a nice pair of designer pumps out of that shopping spree, didn’t you?” “Sure did. And Bix on my ass. Hell, I was almost looking forward to him getting sent off on a mission somewhere just so I could go take a pee by myself!” “Drama queen.” “Me! And who complained after Alaan actually gave her a spanking then revoked her pilot’s license for three months?” “Nobody I know,” Tameth lied boldly. Carin laughed out loud, then clamped her lips shut. She didn’t want to bring any unnecessary attention to them right now. Considering they’d gotten into plenty of trouble together by wiggling out from under Seeker radar, the last thing they needed was anyone running off to find their husbands. The shadow eased closer to the grotto entrance then darted out of sight into the trees. “Come on, we’d better save her ass before Kenoe turns it another color, like blazing red.” Carin wrapped her fingers around Tameth’s upper arm and tugged, almost surprised when Tameth didn’t put up a fuss. Tameth shrugged. “What can I say? I like her. She’s good for Kenoe.” “Yeah, but I have a feeling she won’t be good for his nerves.”
Emma Petersen Saturday, June 4th, 2011
This week’s Snippet Saturday theme is work…which is something I do entirely too much of. Actually the story, Caramel Kisses, was sort of spun out of my life at a time where all I did was work, work, then work some more just to take care of my family. I was tired of being tired and dreamed of being swept off my feet (actually I’m still kind of dreaming of that part ;D) by a gorgeous man who wanted nothing more than my happiness. In walked Sydni Cannes – executive at an international company and because of one ‘Oops’ moment with her sister she has met her match in a man who won’t take no for an answer….and she likes it. Enjoy this bit from Caramel Kisses, then be sure to visit the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links below.
“Okay! Fine.” Charli cracked up. “But you can’t deny you had a good time. Well, until you got arrested.” “Speaking of getting arrested, how did you pull off finding that lawyer on the fly? When he dropped me off, I was relieved he simply opened my car door for me, waved at you like your best girlfriend and got the hell out of here. God, how embarrassing to be saved by a co-worker. Hell, to be saved by anyone. Anyway, he seemed familiar as if I’d seen him somewhere other than the office, but I can’t place him.” “We went to law school together. Have been good friends ever since. When I saw them carting you away, he was the first person I thought of to call. God, Syd, I completely forgot that he was working at your place now. He’s only been there, what, a couple of months?” Sydni shrugged. No point in worrying about it now. “Well, girlfriend, he’s quite a catch,” Sydni said around a swig of orange juice. “He said you two weren’t going out, but if he’s single, you should. You two would make a cute couple. You know, your cocoa to his vanilla? Go on, girl.” “We’re not dating. Just friends. Besides, I’m not his type.” “What? Is he gay or something? Maybe you can convert him, girl.” “Drew? Gay? Not even close!” Then she laughed like a sailor who’d been told the raunchiest joke on the high seas. But then came that sideways look Charli flashed whenever she was up to something. Sydni nibbled on her bottom lip and eyed her sister closely. Hmm, what was that about? “I swear I’m not up to anything!” Charli threw up her hands and blurted the words before Sydni could even ask, which meant she was most definitely up to something. “You’d better not be. The last thing you want is my sore size nines planted up your backside.” “Yes, ma’am,” Charli demurred with a big bright smile. “As for Drew, he graduated top of his class and passed the bar on the first go. You remember, he was at the grand opening party for my boutique.” “No, I don’t remember. As for lawyer related topics, I still can’t get over the fact you went to law school, passed the bar exam, then decided to become a fashion designer, er, tailor.” “Yeah, but I’m a highfalutin tailor,” Charli sassed. After clearing the dishes, a bit of sisterly hugging and laughing over Sydni’s stint in the hooskow, and the thankfully dismissed charges, the two ladies kissed, made up and set plans to get together for a family dinner the following weekend. Before driving away, Sydni’s only sister planted another big wet smack on her cheek and said, “I’m glad everything worked out, Syd. You’ve taken care of me forever. You deserve to be happy. You’re the best sister a girl could have and I love you.” Sydni held back the tears gathering behind her eyes at the tenderness pouring out of her sibling. She felt cherished, special…even if nobody loved her but Charli. With a sigh, she watched Charli put her little black sports car in reverse and back out of the driveway. Sydni thought about dragging herself up to bed. An image flashed into her brain of herself laying in the big king-sized number with her body wrapped around an oversized pillow. Going to bed lost its appeal, especially when one side of it was always empty and cold. But Sydni was a realist. She’d been so devoted to taking care of Charli she’d already missed the “family and kids” boat. At her age, most women were settled into their families by now while all she had was work. Hell, her biological clock had stopped ticking so long ago she was sure the thing had suffered battery corrosion. And there was no expectation for a damn thing to change now. Oh well, may as well get back to work. Sigh. Snippet Saturday Authors | ||||||
As you all know I’ve been exploring the BDSM scene in my area and plan to write a themed romance around what I learn. So I attended another local Munch last week and first off, I was thrilled to learn that they all remembered me though I’d only attended once, and that was some time ago. A very, very nice group of folks.
