31 day blog challenge (Day 5)

ImageTen songs you love right now

Music is a HUGELY evocative thing for me. I am one of those people who truly believes our lives are enriched by music – and I have big loves in all genres, from pop to classical, Hindi to jazz and instrumental. Picking TEN songs is almost impossible for me.  Still, I have picked a selection of songs I have been playing a lot recently, and that’s about as good as I can give you. Favorites, there are too many.

1: A Thousand Years by Christina Perri.

I simply LOVE the idea of reincarnation, and something about this song makes me think it is possible to live over and over for the chance of meeting that one special person.

I have died every day waiting for you, darling don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years and I’ll love you for a thousand more.

2: When You Say You Love Me by Josh Groban

You are going to discover I am an outrageously romantic person. Most of my songs will have romantic or erotic musings behind them! This one, because I love the idea of loving so much that the world takes on higher meaning and importance.

When you say you love me, the world goes still, so still inside. When you say you love me, for a moment, I know why I’m alive.

3: Insatiable by Darren Hayes

Very sexy song. I have loved it since I was a teenager, dabbling in my first naughty writings. I always hoped there was such a thing as this kind of love making. There is!

Footsteps outside somewhere below, the world revolves I’ve let it go. We build our church above the streets, we practice love between these sheets. The candied-sweetness scent of you, it bathes my skin…I’m stained in you.

4: Jaadu Hai Nasha Hai (Ja-du hey na-sha hey)

This is a Hindi song from a famous movie called Jism. Please don’t laugh, westerners – in Hindi it means ‘body’ and NOT what we know it as! This song is incredibly emotive, even if you don’t speak the language. I even mentioned it in my first novel ‘Stolen Nights’. It means “It’s magic, a spell, intoxication” – which can refer to love or good sex. I like to think both!

5: Kaal Ho Na Ho

Another Hindi song from my huge collection. This is a sad song and translates as “If there is no tomorrow”. I think we can all infer what the song is about. Again, it’s a song that doesn’t require much – or any – knowledge of the Hindi language to feel the emotion behind it. I can sing all the lyrics to these songs and honestly feel like I know what it’s about. I suppose it’s like Italian opera, and not needing to speak Italian to feel what is happening.

6: If Walls Could Talkby Celine Dion

This is another very sexy song. I recommend listening to it the whole way through… and the story it tells about two people who want to keep their lovemaking a secret between themselves. It talks about how perfect their lovemaking is. I have listened to this song on repeat. The lyrics are simply wonderful.

These walls keep a secret that only we know, but how long can they keep it – ‘cause we’re two lovers, who lose control. We’re two shadows chasing rainbows, behind closed windows, behind closed doors. If walls could talk, they would say I want you more, they would say ‘hey… never felt like this before’ and that you will always be the one for me.

Two people, making memories, just too good to tell… and these arms are never empty when we’re lying where we fell.

7: River Flows in You by Yiruma

This is an instrumental piano piece by a South Korean pianist. I think it was something to do with the Twilight movies… I could be wrong. But it’s such a mellow, gentle tune and very romantic. I love almost anything played on a piano anyway, but this is great. It’s also really good remixed into a dance track. Who would have thought it!

8: Why This Kolaveri Di by Dhanush

This is a part English part Tamil song from a Tamil film. I’ve mentioned it before in another blog post. It became a viral hit across the globe, spurning flash-mob dancing in Australia, UK and US. It’s a song about a lovelorn boy singing about a fair-skinned girl who has broken his heart. It is sung mostly in English but with a heavy Tamil accent. This means the singer – Dhanush – adds a heavy ‘uu’ sound to the end of his words. ‘White-u skinned-u girl-u” for example. I don’t know why, but the accent makes it better! The title translates to “Why this murderous rage, girl?”

9: Hanging by a Moment – Lifehouse

This is another romantic song. I listened to this as an angst-ridden teenager, and just thought the lyrics were beautiful. I kind of liked the rock-y beat to it as well.

I’m falling even more in love with you, letting go of all I’ve held on to. I’m standing here until you make me move, I’m hanging by a moment here with you…

10: Ai se eu te pego – Pitbull and Michel Telo –

It just has really, really good memories for me. When it plays, I remember feeling happy and with music, you can’t wish for much more than that.

I feel guilty for not including Michael Bublé in this – because I love EVERYTHING he sings. So a special mention to him, for all the hours of pleasure and joy his wonderful voice has given me!

Feeling romantic…

I’d been awhile since I enjoyed – really enjoyed – writing an erotic scene. Pretty odd for an author of erotica, I suppose. But recently, I’ve liked character building and dialogue more, and sometimes I think a really good conversation can be just as erotic as doing the nasty. 

Today, I’ve been feeling romantic. I’ve had romantic music on – Bliss’s “Kissing” if you’re interested – and I just completed what I feel is the most sensual love scene I have written in a very long time. Whoop. I’m doing a little victory dance, which I always do when the words come forth as planned. 

I’m about 4,000 words away from finishing a new novella – a sexy little interracial romance (what else would you expect from me?!), which I hope to submit to my lovely editor next week. Can’t wait!

Introducing… Jennifer LaRose!

ImageI’m excited about this one. Really, I am – for a number of reasons. Firstly, Riding the Waves is the first full-length novel I have spotlighted on my blog since I did my own way back in December 2011. Lovers of Quickies will have adored my recent posts from Dena, Susanna and Virginia – but those who love being in it for the long haul are going to be swept off their feet by Riding the Waves

The second reason is… check OUT that cover. Phowaaarr! What absolutely beautiful artwork from Ellora’s Cave’s very talented art department. I love it.

Mostly though, I am excited because I am partway through Jennifer’s first EC release – Trouble, Toys and Tempting Cowboys – and I know she is a phenomenally talented author. 

Riding the Waves is for the Moderne line of EC erotica, which is contemporary fiction and very sexy! Having spoken to Jennifer about what drove her to write about BSDM, I can promise you that for those who love a little kink to their erotic fiction, this is a winner. 

Riding the Waves releases on Wednesday 16th January and will be available at Ellora’s Cave. 

 

Blurb:

 

Annalee Parschen is devastated when she discovers her soon-to-be ex-fiancé has been having a secret BDSM tryst with her best friend. Crushed, she wonders how anyone could find a sexual thrill in punishment or submission. Then she’s reunited with Brent Delaney, a former coworker who still ignites her flame. Though they’ve never had sex, she’s taken him home in her fantasies countless times. Turns out he’s been wanting to take her home, too. And he has a thing or two to teach her about finding pleasure in submission.

Brent is now a private sea fighter who guards his employer’s ships from piracy in the China Sea. He returns to the States after a daring ocean rescue. He’s thrilled to be reunited with Annalee, even more so when he gets to introduce her to his dominant side. Unfortunately the murderous pirate he put behind bars has escaped, and he’s seeking revenge—against Brent, and anyone he loves.

 

Excerpt:

 

     All brawn with brains. Jesus, who could ask for more? Had he married Marie, or Marci, or Mary, or whatever her name was?

“Reality to Annalee.” Wow, thoughts of him still had the capability of pulling her in far and fast. She took a deep breath, grabbed the shopping bag, climbed out of the SUV and entered the house, fanning her face. Damn, her heart pounded.

And so did her pussy. Tiny, thumping sensations pulsated against her panties as if her clit had a miniature heartbeat of its own.

What on earth was wrong with her? Was she so sexually deprived something as simple as a voice turned her on? Geez, she needed to stop thinking about Brent and focus on the man she planned to marry. The man she had every intention of seducing the minute he walked through the door. Jared had better get home on time.

Warm air, fragrant with the scent of watermelon, embraced her when she stepped into the kitchen. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply.

Morton, her eight-year-old Persian cat rubbed his furry body against her ankles, startling her. But she welcomed the distraction. It put her thoughts into perspective. She opened her eyes and bent down to pet him between the ears. “Hi. How’s my little guy? Did you miss Mommy?”

He meowed, made a complete circle around her leg before sticking his pink nose in the air, snubbing her. “You little fart.” She laughed as he sauntered toward the family room. Stuck-up Morton liked attention on his terms only. A quick hello usually kept him content for the remainder of the evening.

After kicking off her shoes, she laid the shopping bag on the counter beside a decorative bowl of artificial vegetables, removed two baked potatoes wrapped in foil from the refrigerator and placed them in the oven. Brent Delaney? Unbelievable.

Yes, it was unbelievable how she reacted to him after all these years—like a sex-starved hussy. If she didn’t rid him from her thoughts, she’d be marching down the hallway for a tumble with her vibrator and there wouldn’t be any dinner tonight. She’d worked hard this morning prepping the meal and baking a cake, too. She wanted everything perfect. Hopefully she wouldn’t over-broil the steaks. They’d been marinating in a garlic herb sauce all day, but she was infamous for ruining a good cut of meat.

While the potatoes baked, she filled the bathtub with hot water and strawberry bubble bath. Anything fruity sat high on Jared’s list of preferences. Tonight she’d bring out the ammo. If Plan A, the costume, failed, she’d resort to Plan B. Wow, she had no Plan B. She’d conjure up something quick if the need arose.

She stripped off her clothes and inched into the steamy, hot tub. Heavens, it felt good. The bubbles disintegrated with a soft fizzing sound. She lay back with a long, content sigh, enjoying the therapeutic heat, but her gaze kept roaming to the shower head. The urge to detach it from the hook grew heavy. If she yanked it down now and used it, she’d likely be so relaxed she’d fall asleep before Jared arrived. Well, maybe one little spray to bring her to the verge of orgasm wouldn’t hurt. It would enhance her mood, and she’d crawl all over him until he couldn’t say no. It’s not like she wanted to change the sprinkle adjustment to pulse or anything. Just one measly shot of the water and she’d be good to go.

Oh God. Before jumping up and yanking the damn thing down, she bathed quickly and climbed out of the tub. After grabbing a stiff towel from the cabinet, she patted her lower half dry, being careful not to touch her overly sensitive crotch. Any contact to that area right now would send her flying back into the shower, and no doubt she’d change it to the pulse setting and hit the faucets full blast.

After patting the water off her arms, she doused herself with a strawberry-scented body spray. The vapors caused her to sneeze not once, but three times consecutively. When it completely evaporated on her skin and faded to a soft, sweet scent, she dressed in the harem costume and pulled on a long, furry robe to stay warm.

Because Jared was a prompt, never-a-minute-late man, she removed the robe at exactly 7:25, dimmed the lights and sat down at the table, crossing her legs. The flames from three tapered candles danced enticingly, and she’d topped off the décor with two glasses of white wine.

Those candles…long and lean and durable and bendable when warm…she’d completely lost her frigging mind.

The kitchen glowed with romance and passion. She loved her home. The black and multiple shades of orange she chose for the walls and floor gave it a warm, cozy feeling. It wasn’t too big or too tiny of a house, but was perfect for a small family.

Tonight, they would put an end to the boring, almost nonexistent lovemaking routine they’d fallen into. She’d dance the tango naked if she had to, or pole dance with the family room floor lamp. Aha, Plan B.

Seven forty-five slipped by, and then eight o’clock without any trace of Jared. Had the weather delayed him too?

Why hadn’t he called?

She stood abruptly, pulling on the robe, then dug the cell phone out of her purse and punched in his number. After three rings, her call transferred to voicemail. “Where are you, Jared? Call me.”

Now she worried. She began pacing the family room, stopping to glance outside through the picture window. The wind wasn’t blowing nearly as badly, but a heavy wall of snow continued to fall.

Rather than trudge back and forth in a never-ending path, she turned on the television, sat down on the couch, picked up her cell phone and called him again, only to encounter the same recording.

Where the hell could he be?

Time ticked by in long, agonizing, nail-biting minutes.

The thought of calling the highway patrol and local hospitals crossed her mind, but if something happened, someone surely would’ve contacted her by now.

She picked up her cell and called him once more. It didn’t ring and connected directly to voicemail. Apparently he’d shut off his phone. Why would he do that? To avoid talking to her?

What the hell?

From the moment she’d owned a cell phone, her dad impressed upon her to never turn it off, and to make sure she carried it wherever she went. That way she could be tracked if she’d gotten lost. Ever since, if not in her purse, she had it in a pocket or stuffed in a sock.

Too bad he hadn’t preached that theory to Jared. Were her attempts to fix their relationship like applying a Band-Aid to a gaping wound?

 

You can follow the lovely Jennifer LaRose on Facebook, via her website and her blog – links below!

 

www.jenniferschmidlin.com

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https://www.facebook.com/#!/jennifer.gallschmidlin

Introducing… Susanna Stone!

ImageThese days I am working on an EXCITING new project with a group of wonderful, talented and inspiring ladies. You’ve already met Dena Garson, who did a Q & A with me some months ago and you will meet some others in the coming weeks as I spotlight their incredible work on my blog. Today, I’d like to introduce you to Susanna Stone, whose first book Informed Consent is a sizzling Quickie all about love lost and regained with a side of bondage. Let’s meet my lovely new friend!

Susanna:

 

Rea, thanks a lot for letting me drop into your blog.  You and I have been working with a bevy of writers on an intriguing new series coming this year from Ellora’s Cave.  In the meantime, I’m eagerly awaiting edits on my next book, One for the Road, a sex-with-a-stranger story.

When I had my first release from Ellora’s Cave, Informed Consent, it felt sudden, but of course, that was after years of working on all kinds of books, with varying levels of sexual heat.  Now here was the chance to write — and publish! — books filled with exactly the kind of fantasies that suited me perfectly.

I’m just an old-fashioned romantic who likes her sex scenes straight and straight up, with a twist of bondage.

As they say in the dating world — not into the club scene.  No Doms and Subs, no vampires or aliens.  No danger that my hero is going to shift into a wolf nanoseconds before the orgasm.  All those concepts are wild and exciting and full of promise, and it’s great that there’s room for all kinds of tales in the world of erotic romance.

We’re told, wisely, write the book you want to read.  So that’s where I went with Informed Consent.  A man and woman who so nearly made it six years ago, until they were interrupted and alienated.  And now, when circumstances throw them together again, he’s going to take her straight and straight up, with a twist of bondage.

For more musings about my big romantic weaknesses, Long Lost Lovers and Sex With a Stranger, readers can take a look at my blog, http://susannastone.blogspot.ca/

Thanks for the hospitality, Rea.  Your latest EC for Men release, Pleasure Express, looks like a winner.

Well, as you can see, Susanna knows what she likes and writes about it! I have no doubt you will love her smoking story about Tara and Joe, so get yourself over to http://www.ellorascave.com/informed-consent.html right now to get a copy! I encourage you all to visit Susanna’s website to keep yourself up-to-date with her upcoming releases. One for the Road is on my wishlist for when it releases!

Thank you for being my visitor today, Susanna! I can’t wait to have you back when One for the Road releases and our as yet top-secret project gets underway!

Love,

Rea x

New Release!

ImageI have a thing about trains.

Not in that ’65 year old man who watches trains through binoculars’ kind of thing – but rather, I find the concept of journeys a rather interesting one. As a people watcher, I enjoy travelling on the train, trying to imagine where people are going, who they are, what their stories are. Trains are the place where fleeting moments of passion can occur, perhaps not in the form of erotic encounters, but certainly brief connections in which there is the possibility of something more. 

That notion got me thinking about a late night train. I have taken many when I worked antisocial hours and had to catch the 11.30pm train home. They were always deserted, and most of the time the conductor couldn’t be bothered to pass through the carriages to check tickets. (I evaded my fares A LOT back then!). And while “Pleasure Express” is not a confessional by any stretch of the imagination, it did come to me while travelling on the train late one evening. I got to thinking about brief encounters, and how fulfilling a once-in-a-lifetime erotic moment could be – with no strings attached.

My character Marty represents the everyday man – the one who doesn’t usually get the girl. He’s ordinary, works too much and can’t seem to catch a break. I like to believe he can be related to. So why not give this average Joe a chance to have no-holds barred sex with a gorgeous, willing woman – and add in an element of voyeurism? 

Below as an excerpt of “Pleasure Express” which will be released to ebook with Ellora’s Cave on the 19th of December. Bookmark it!

EXCERPT – PLEASURE EXPRESS

 

“Hi,” she said gently, her voice as smooth and syrupy as honey. “I’m leaving town tomorrow.” My eyes flickered to the cardboard box filled with personal desk belongings, then back to her. She was still smiling.

“I’m…sorry to hear that?” I tried. I was hopeless with women, always had been. They mystified me, left me feeling mentally drained as though I had been puzzling over a Rubik’s Cube for hours. I couldn’t work out their motives, their mindset, or anything really. It explained why the entire female species had given up on me.

“Yeah,” the stranger said, lifting a perfectly manicured hand to sweep away the strand of hair. She looked divine, a vision of perfection in her tight skirt and near-sheer blouse. “We’ve been taking this train together every night now for months,” she continued with firm command. “I expected you might introduce yourself, ask me out, even say ‘hello’, but it seems you’re one of those guys.” Her bluish eyes took time to roll in despair, as though she were bemoaning how utterly useless I was. “So I thought maybe we could skip those preliminaries and you could just fuck me now.”

It had happened to me before that I would lose myself in a lurid sexual fantasy while talking to a woman. Like the pixie-haired blonde at the deli counter who made my tuna salad bagels at lunchtime. When she said to me “that’s two pounds ten, please” I imagined she was saying “I want to suck your dick, Marty”. Her lips were moving but the words I heard were wholly different to the ones she was actually saying. For a moment I thought the same thing was happening here.

“P-pardon?” I spluttered, anything but smooth.

“Look,” she said evenly, a finely tapered eyebrow rising as though she were talking to a particularly dim-witted child. “You’ve been staring at me for months now.” Her head gestured to the seat she regularly occupied. “So, had you found the courage to ask me out we would have gone to dinner, chatted inanely about things neither of us are interested in, discovering information about one another that just taints the sexual attraction.” Her mouth was speaking the most beautiful words, as though I were dreaming the best dream ever. I was speechless, which was perfectly all right as it seemed she had plenty to say. “I’m saving you money, saving me time and best of all, saving us from the mind-numbing tedium of having to pretend we actually give a shit about all those petty details.”

She braced her arm on the chair, leaning close enough for me to smell her perfume, something fruity and summery. Her blouse revealed cleavage, her tits pressed together, tantalizing me. I couldn’t look away and my cock was rigid.

Her fingers toyed with the pointed end of my tie, her eyes locked on my face. She didn’t make any attempt to slap me when I refused to draw my gaze away from her tits. I’d learned from experience that women didn’t like that. But this woman seemed to almost get a kick out of my helplessness.

“T-the conductor might come at any minute,” I spluttered, dragging my rounded eyes to her face. She looked like a school mistress, displeased at my incompetence.

“When was the last time we saw a conductor at this time?” she asked patiently. My eyes flittered to the door between compartments, trying to remember if I ever had seen a conductor on this train. She and I were almost always alone—two solitary people in the last compartment. When I glanced back she had deftly popped one button on her blouse, revealing the lacy trim on her white bra. I found my throat was dry, my tongue sticking ineffectively to the roof of my mouth.