Thursday, August 30, 2012

Johnny Dahmer the Bella Morte Anthology




A Peak at Johnny Dahmer’s Naughty Bits
(and a never-before-seen erotic short)

“The Devil Went Down” is now available in Hot Ink’s erotic anthology, “Bella Morte”, and, with it, the beginning of what’s going to be a series of kinky exploits by a pair of demon siblings with one simplified mission:
To fuck.
I’ve long-since been fascinated with legends of incubi and succubi (vampire-like demons who seduce and fuck humans to steal their sexual vitality) because, as a horny and twisted teen, a being who’s life—not just their job or their hobby, but their LIFE—depended on fucking. As you can imagine, the concept was nothing short of a wet dream-come-true.
So when my pals at Hot Ink asked if I’d be interested in being a part of Bella Morte, I saw it as a perfect chance to get in touch with my pubescent perversions to life. Though their exploits are, on the surface (and on the sheets), purely for titillation, the need to acquire more and more energy from human partners takes their motives to a new level. Furthermore, because they’re demons, the possibilities for otherwise physically-impossible exploits are limitless.
In the early stages, the idea of a sexually-liberated succubus on Earth was an intriguing approach to a mindset I, personally, hadn’t encountered in both reading and my personal writing. For this reason, I wanted to see how the character of the sister would interact in an inherently non-sexual situation (in this case, a coffee shop). While this was only an “experiment” to play with the character and her “methods”, it IS a story that has, as of now, been unseen by the public and, given the circumstances, one that I feel deserves to be (pardon the pun) exposed:



The Devil Wears Red
Johnathan (Johnny) Dahmer

The old brass bell hanging over the faded oak door to the café sang as She entered. Almost instantly the men, moments earlier caught in the throes of conversation and early-morning business preparations, abandoned their mundane activities to follow an unknown urge to set eyes on Her. Behind the counter, the cashier dropped a handful of change that he'd been passing to a customer and the barista, momentarily distracted from the cappuccino machine, jumped as a hot jet of steam erupted from the milk-foamer.
She smiled at the reaction; soaking in the sweet attention like a sultry sunbather. This is what She'd come for--traveled so far for--and those first moments, holding the attention of the patrons without even crossing the threshold, made it all worthwhile.
She'd chosen red hair for the occasion; a fierce and coppery mane that fell over Her shoulders and curled only slightly. Just enough to get the desired bounce as She moved. And bounce it did. Just like the massive, twin mounds--a pair of tits that She'd custom tailored to elicit the perfect response--that seemed to fight for a chance to spill over the top of Her strapless red skirt as She took her first step inside.
The lust surrounding tans seemed to be getting old, and She had taken advantage of this foresight by choosing a creamier skin-tone with just enough shade to highlight her ample curves. This, it appeared, was a good decision on Her part. As She continued through the café, the men shifted uncomfortably in their seats--bringing a leg up over their knee or subtly adjusting their pants--as She strolled by them. One man, an older gentleman in an expensive suit, slipped off his coat and tried not to make a show of draping it over his lap.
She chuckled and pursed Her lips at him, letting out a gentle purr as She strolled by.
Her movements were cold and calculated, but their response was hot and chaotic. Making Her way to the counter, She couldn't help but smirk at the collective groans as Her admirers caught sight of Her from behind. She had planned it all out so beautifully, and as their gazes fell on her ass, where the tight curvature of the two peach-like orbs created a lewd display against the taut fabric of Her skirt. She wore no pantie and had been sure to hike up the hemline to expose the pair of arches that peeked out from underneath. As She came to stop at the end of the small line of waiting customers, She parted her knees just enough to allow the lips of her cunt to come into view to the lucky few who were at the right angle.
She stifled a cackle as a teenage boy groaned and shivered in his seat; Her sensitive nostrils instantly picking up on the scent of freshly spilled jizz.
"Waste not, want not." She chided, not bothering to turn her head to face him as he rocketed from his seat and hurried out the door, his shame fueling his retreat.
The scorn of the most of the women was just as delicious. Her wanton display was clearly an assault on their attempt to appear pure and virginal, but She could see clearly that not a single pussy in that room had not been ravaged. Their secrets--their shame--were Hers to flip through like the crusted pages of a well-used porno mag.
Fingers. Fists. Dildos of all shapes and colors. Vegetables. Liquor bottles. And even a...
She arched an eyebrow at this and shifted Her green-eyed gaze to a shy-looking girl, no older than 20, who hid beneath a brown wool sweater and baggy pants.
"A Lava Lamp?" She smirked, exposing Her perfectly-built teeth.
The girl turned as red as Her skirt and began scooping her belongings into her bag to leave.
"Er... ma'am?"
She turned back towards the counter to discover that the line had dispersed. Smirking, She stepped up and leaned forward over the counter, giving the patrons behind Her the perfect view of both Her holes; the gem from her clit piercing catching the light and shimmering. Unable to see the splendor on the other side, She showed mercy on the cashier, whose eyes went wide as Her left nipple finally earned its freedom and the puckered pink flesh adorned with a glimmering ring leapt into view. As his face reddened, a sharp inhale caught in his throat and he began a coughing fit; She made no move to conceal herself on either end.
Behind her, the men continued to grow restless. She could sense their arousal--hear their heartbeats race to send the blood to their swelling cocks--and She wetted her lips at the promise of their payload. So many dicks throbbing and aching for her depths.
Oh yes! The trip had been worth it!
"Venti latte" She whispered to the young man when he'd regained himself. Her low voice forced him to close the distance between them--close the distance between him and the puckered tit that still taunted him--to get her order. "Six pumps each of vanilla and hazelnut and six shots."
"I-is that g-g-going to be..." the cashier trailed off as She absently tugged at her nipple ring between two crimson-painted fingers.
She continued for a moment, gazing down at Her own activity before finally returning Her eyes to the cashier. "Hmm. Oh yes: can you make it extra hot? And I want lots of foam!" She gave the ring one more tug before finally tucking Herself back into Her top. "Can you do that?" The cashier only stammered as she produced a ten-dollar bill and slid it slowly across the counter to his end. "Keep the change, tiger."
As She stepped away from the cashier and started towards the counter to await her coffee She turned her head to take in the effects of her titillating display. There were eight men in total; three that were seated with angry-looking women--two of which wearing wedding bands. She further scanned the room: five women--two by themselves, one wearing the same lustful gaze as the men. She paused and smiled at this one. Oh how She loved lesbians! Just as potent as men but all-the-more wild.
Best of all, there was no limitations. No rapid deflation of purpose after a climax and no need to "recharge". No. Women were the fucking Energizer Batteries of playthings.
But she did miss the cum.
Something in at its core--past the salty-sweet tang and the delightful warmth and texture--was an essence that was unmatched. Though it was unfortunate that they dried up so quickly, the sacrifice was easily remedied by greater numbers. After all, one was never enough.
Never!
The men continued to shift as their growing erections presented a greater deal of discomfort. She giggled at this, the throbbing bulges in their crotches fighting like heaving prisoners struggling to be free of their denim cells.
"Y-your latte, ma'am."
She turned Her head, letting her mane bob to one side and graze Her left cheek as She met the barista's awestruck gaze. Slowly, methodically, she wrapped her fingers--one-by-one--around the paper cup and purred at the warmth against her palm.
"Mmm! You did make it hot, didn't you?" She winked at the barista as his knees buckled, "Let's just hope you didn't skimp me on the foam." With that, she popped the plastic lid from the cup, allowing some of its contents to spill over the rim and trickle down the sides and over her hand. She made no move to escape the heat; gave no sign of pain or discomfort. Rather, She let out a breathy moan, gazing at the coffee as it trickled over Her fingers. "Oh yes. So hot!"
The barista stared at the scalding beverage that was pooled in Her grip. "Are... are you alright? Do you need a napkin?"
"Hmm?" She looked up at him, Her eyes glassing over with Her own arousal. She loved the heat. Lived for the burn. She let out another moan and shook her head, "No. I like it all over me."
She turned halfway, allowing both the seated patrons and the employees to see as She brought her order to her scarlet lips and let Her nimble tongue--decorated with a pair of blood-red barbell ends--slide out and gather a wad of steamed milk from the top of Her drink. Cupping Her reward for all to see, She made a show of rolling Her tongue around the dripping substance and slowly gulping it down.
This sealed the deal. The eroticism in the room boiled over and She giggled again as She took in the eight men and one woman that would be Her entertainment.
"Come!" She instructed her audience, "You're all in for one hell of a night!"

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Winner Sizzling Books of Summer Hop



Thank you to everyone who stopped by and hopped I hope you had a great time hopping.

The Winner of the book or her choice is CARIN... Congrats I will be contacting you in the next 24 hours to see what format you would like :)

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Dom's Sizzling Summer



Summer Luvin had me a blast...

Where did this summer go? Wasn't it just yesterday that my kids got out of school and now boom its back to school already.




Where did the summer go? Perhaps it was the trip to Virgina, the trip to tthe Mountains of North Carolina. The many many many night spent at Tae Kwon Do for my son. Or the hours spent in from of the Computer for one reason or another. Like the release of my newest book and the latest in the Wiccan Haus series.



Regardless Summers end is fast approaching, I won't miss this summers excessive heat. Not at all, but I will miss the family time.


Contest time.

Tell me the best part of your Summer, Friend me on Facebook and Follow me here and You will be entered to win your choice of any of my books. CLick here for my backlist.



Are they ready to gamble on a 1Night Stand?

Mia hides behind her computer, designing popular computer games. And though she knows just what to do to keep men coming back for more on the other end of the modem, she doesn’t seem to have the same knack in person.

Gavin hides behind numbers. Since his wife left him, the only thing he cares about is his son and his job. One failed relationship was enough, but if the right curvaceous woman came into the picture he just might manipulate the numbers a bit.

Can two meddling sisters enlist Madame Eve to bring Mia and Gavin together and show them two is always better than one

Guest Blog Linda Andrews






I don't remember a time in my life when I didn't have a pet. And so it's only natural that I include animals in most of my books. In my latest release, Brianna, the heroine needed a special pet.



You see Brianna is psychometric--she gets information about someone or something by touching an object. It was because of this ability that a cat decided to adopt her. (Anyone who's had a cat knows the feline adopts the human and not the other way around.) But this isn't an ordinary cat. Portent is the physical manifestation of the  Egyptian goddess, Sekhmet.



So who is Sekhmet and why did I pick her?



She is usually depicted as a lioness, but more than that she is said to have created the desert with her breath. Brianna traveled to the desert to be cured of her Consumption (aka Tuberculosis). Naturally, Sekhmet took credit for Brianna's recovery. After all, healing is one of the goddess's powers.



But before you think either one is a push over, Sekhmet is the goddess of war and is often depicted in red clothing--the color of blood. A fact that helps my hero find Brianna in the middle of a sandstorm.



Sekhmet is also the protector of balance and justice. Being sick for so long, Brianna spent many years in asylums seeking a cure for her disease. Although only referred to in her story, the practitioners in such places sometimes tried to take advantage of the weakened patients. Neither Sekhmet or Brianna allowed such liberties. As a result, they usually were asked to leave.



Thanks to Sekhmet's protection and influence, Brianna is not a proper Victorian miss, nor is she willing to confine herself to socially approved pastimes. As you can imagine, our hero has his hands full with the duo, especially since Brianna has decided she wants him and isn't willing to take no for an answer.



Since the story featuring my Victorian heroine's journey to Egypt has been subjected to Murphy's Law, my publisher has graciously agreed to put the ebook featuring her parents' love story on sale until August 15th.






http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ghost-of-a-chance-linda-andrews/1100069406?ean=9781936144914



And as a special bonus for the blog tour, I have a free paranormal short story available here:






http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/162749



And lastly, on August 31st, I'll be giving away one Ankh necklace. To enter, send an email with the topic of today's blog to contests at lindaandrews dot net (placed in proper email format).


Sunday, August 12, 2012

Hot Summer Heroes Blog Hop




Wow where did this summer go? I can't beleive we are almost half way thru august already. So you have a lot of Blogs to get though and and not a lot of summer left to enjoy so I will make this very quick and simple.


My Hero for the Summer is Rescue Swimmer Kaleb Thaldon from the latest Wiccan Haus Novel Sirens Serenade

The mysterious Mermaid from the first book tells her tale (tee hee) and falls in love with hunky Coast Guard  rescue Swimmer Kaleb in the process. And yes for those of you who have been wondering you will get to catch up with All the Sibs, Myron, Dana, and of course Rekkus. (the islands big ole pussycat)


When Coast Guard rescue swimmer Kaleb Theldon sees what he's sure is a mermaid pulling his partner into the murky depths of the Bering Sea, they call it PTSD. In order to save his career, Kaleb agrees to a week at an island spa off the coast of Maine. But the spa is nothing like he expected, and he isn't prepared for the sexy siren that crosses his path. But will her passion be more than one mere human can take?

Serena has a problem, and after four previous visits to the Wiccan Haus, she'd expected things to get easier. But on the mermaid’s fifth visit, Kaleb walks in and everything in her life becomes complicated. Never has she wanted to mate with a human man before. But can she love a man who has a chip on his shoulder a league long when it comes to mermaids? Can she deal with her own issues all while keeping her true self secret from the man she loves?

And will loving him prove deadly?

This time, the staff have more than healing on their agenda. Can the siblings, Myron, and Rekkus prove to these two lovers that things aren't always how they appear on the surface? Or will Kaleb's demise be found in his Siren's Serenade?

Welcome back to the Wiccan Haus.


Excerpt
They had come to the cliffs looking over the ocean. The moonlight lit a runway across the rippling waters below. He couldn’t look at her, didn’t want to see her laugh—or worse, decide he was crazy. “I was rescuing a friend from the waters off the coast of Alaska. That area isn’t kind on the best of days, and this was a rocky sea kind of day. A fishing vessel made a distress call. The ship was taking on water and they had abandoned ship as it sank. We had a man in the water so numb he couldn’t get into the ring, and my buddy Jim jumped in to help. We brought up the man and I lowered the wire to bring Jim up. Just then a huge wave took the ‘copter within feet of the water. Jim reached out to grab my hand, when a woman swam up beside him…and then he was gone under the water, staring up at me for a second before I lost him completely.”

Serena laughed. “That’s ridiculous.”

Kaleb gritted his teeth so hard he was sure he’d crack a tooth.

“Mermaids don’t live in Alaska. It’s too cold.”

“Excuse me?”

“Why would any mermaid want to live in those waters? It’s cold enough here.”

Kaleb shook his head to clear it, turned to look at her because no one in all the time he was going through this had reacted like this. “Let me get this straight: you aren’t arguing with me that mermaids exist, just that they don’t live in the Bering Sea?”

“Well, I suppose they could live there, but I can’t imagine wanting to. I mean there…” She stopped, her mouth forming an “O.”

“You were saying?”

“Nothing. I just don’t think you’re any crazier than anyone else here on the island.”

Now it was his turn to laugh. “You’re not very reassuring.”
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Thursday, August 9, 2012

Sizzling Story Ideas by Lauren Clark


When I was a little girl, I always wondered how authors came up with book ideas. How did Madeleine L'Engle dream up The Lion, the Witch, & the Wardrobe? What made Frank Oz write about Dorothy, a tornado, and a yellow brick road? Why did Margaret Mitchell decide to describe Scarlett O'Hara as a willful, headstrong, young Southern belle?



A perfect world might include a 'Red Box' for Writers. I image that such an invention would be very popular--just stop by the neighborhood store, find the machine, and feed it a few dollars. Punch in your interests (drama, romance, thriller?), a setting, and basic description of your main character, and BAM! out comes a brand-new, fabulous story idea.



In reality, the process is much simpler, and doesn't involve money or touch screens. For me, story ideas are best-captured two ways:  Listening and Asking Questions.



Listening:  Whether you're at a party, in the workplace, or walking through the grocery store, unless it's midnight, someone's always having a conversation. Does your neighbor like to chat? Do your kids tell you funny stories about school or their new teacher? Did something strange happen when you ran into an old friend? All great story ideas!!!



I came up with the idea for Stay Tuned after hearing a true story about a fistfight between two news anchors in a local television station parking lot. Both were fired, and the incident stirred up all sorts of controversy for months. And people still talked about it years later!! It had all of the right ingredients for a dramatic story:  Conflict, Suspense, and Action.



For Dancing Naked in Dixie, I had come up with a basic storyline--I wanted to follow the journey of a travel writer from New York City to small-town Alabama--but I was still searching for the "right" location. I kept hearing about a nearby town that hosted a "Pilgrimage" every April. This event involved mansions, period costume from the 1800's, music, and historic landmarks. Intrigued, I visited Eufaula and fell in love with the area's charm and beauty. It was the perfect location for Dixie.



Asking Questions:  When you find an idea that stays with you, a notion that you can't get out of your mind, you can easily test out the concept. Here's what works for me, and I'll use my third novel, The Pie Lab (Feb, 2013), as an example.



My husband and I visited Greensboro, Alabama several years ago. While looking for a place to grab coffee and a snack, we stumbled on The Pie Lab, a local restaurant. It's a funky little place on the main street of Greensboro with rustic decor and huge, sliding wooden doors.



I immediately thought that The Pie Lab would make a wonderful setting for a novel, and started researching the location. Who owned the restaurant? Who worked there? Why did they decide on serving pie? Is the food any good? (Delicious, by the way...) Why did the name include the word "Lab?"



What I discovered was better than I'd hoped. The Pie Lab is a homespun project that serves a dual purpose:  (1) Offering employment and training skills, and (2) Providing a forum for discussing and solving community problems.





While not every idea will end up a bestselling novel, listening and asking questions will generate a LOT of possibilities! You'll also learn so many interesting things about people and places while you're at it!



What do you think? What are some of the best stories you've read? What makes them special or different?





Lauren Clark is the author of Stay Tuned and Dancing Naked in Dixie. She writes contemporary novels set in the Deep South; stories sprinkled with sunshine, suspense, and secrets.



A former TV news anchor, Lauren adores flavored coffee, local book stores, and anywhere she can stick her toes in the sand. Her big loves are her family, paying it forward, and true-blue friends. Check out her website at www.laurenclarkbooks.com.













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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Welcome Harley DeLuca


I am thrilled today to welcome Harley DeLuca one of the many talented authors part of the Bella Morte Anthology





Harley please tell us about yourself…
I am a 29 year old ex-cosmetologist! I am super blessed to have been able to bring my thoughts from my head to my pen and paper to my publisher. My first story that will be released on August 4th is called Mistress of Passion. Talk about nervous as hell!! I am also very blessed in being able to be published alongside so many passionate, loving and not to mention HOT authors in the Bella Morte anthology, also launching on August 4th.

Which of your books would you recommend to your readers to read first?
Well this is my first launch so I have my own story Mistress of Passion coming out as well as being in the Bella Morte anthology. Would it be too greedy to everyone to pick them both up!?! J

Absolutely not greedy at all!  What are you reading now?
I am actually going through a bout of writers block at the moment so I have decided to go back to the beginning, the time and the series that actually got me wanting to write. Even after reading the Black Dagger Brotherhood seven times there is still something with the way that JR Ward writes that brings me back to life so to speak! Thank you Miss Ward!!

What are your five favorite Novels?
Lover Eternal- JR Ward
Lover Unbound- JR Ward
Lethal Rider- Larissa Ione
Desire Unchained- Larissa Ione
Night Pleasures- Sherrilyn Kenyon

Excellent Choices Night Pleasures is one of my favorites too, Okay what’s your favorite movie?
Goodfellas all the way!!! I LOVE mobster movies, but this one even beats out The Godfather for me.

I think I could recited Goodfella's its one my husband watches over and over again . Do you listen to Music when you write, if so what?
I have to always have some sort of background noise on while I write. Most of the time it is music as it helps me set the scene I am working on. Personally for me it fills in the imagery that wasn’t in my mind as the scene started.


What is your favorite quote?
My favorite quote is one of my own. Only take for granted the times that take your breath away. For every time you lose your breath, opportunity presents a new breath taking experience. ~Harley De Luca

Beautiful Quote thank you for sharing that with us. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be and why?
Hands down I would want to live in Italy. My great grandmother came to the US from Verona. I have always wanted to go and experience and live where she did.

Are you a Plotter or a Panster?
I am a total Panster. I may write out a little bit of a plot just to help me understand how to mesh a couple of elements together but other than that if I try to write from a thought out plot I tend to lose my thoughts.

What Genre do you write and why?
Well my story Mistress of Passion is an erotica, as well as the anthology, Bella Morte. I have always been told I have a niche for writing out some damn hot sex but I also love to write anything paranormal. Any kind of  “unnatural” being, such as let’s say a vampire, can be hot and sexy in any given story but when you add sex into the mix? Yep you’re looking right at a melt your panties kind of scorcher.


What is your biggest distraction when it comes to writing?
I think just the act of being distracted is a major distraction. Whether it be from the battery on my iPod dying, to the phone ringing, to the wrong song being played.

Now for the big question BBQ? Carolina, Tennessee, Texas or Kansas City?
Well I have been lucky enough to have three out of the four BBQ’s to know what is better than the next. I am more partial to Kansas City BBQ and not because I live in KC but because for good BBQ you have to have messy fingers and BBQ sauce from ear to ear! (OKAY ONE MORE FOR KC)

What are you working on now?
Right now I have 9 different WIP’s in progress. Currently I am testing the waters in trying to meld 2 different stories into one fabulous one! J

I wish you the best of luck with all nine of them :)

Where can we find you?







The Debut Launch Anthology from Hot Ink Press (an Erotic Imprint of Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing). Bella Morte: Make your nights sizzle like summertime and feed your desire with sensual illusion and fantastic stories in the Bella Morte Anthology. This anthology features stories from some of today’s freshest erotica romance authors. Bella Morte will leave your heart racing and your imagination running wild. Vampires, Genies, and Demon Hunters are the lovers of choice; guaranteed to bring a little death to everyone.


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