I'm fairly easy to please most days and today was an especially nice day. Why?
1. I got a cortisone shot yesterday...and I am feeling fine today:) After five and a half months of almost non-stop pain, I'm good, really, really good.
2. It rained all day. I know, sounds odd that rain would make me happy, but I had six focused hours on the paranormal WIP: Dead Girl and that was wonderful.
3. I cooked. I know, who knew I even knew how to light the oven? but I secretly do:) Salad, coconut shrimp, seared scallops, and baked potato made me verra happy.
4. I took time for a two hour soak in my Jacuzzi and read...yeah...really...read for FUN!
5. I'm plotting a new erotica...very sexy stuff coming up soon...and new sexy, slightly dirty, okay...I lied..very, very nasty, dirty book I'm primed to write is making me very, very happy.
6. I cashed the latest royalty check and that really made me happy. EDGE is selling as well as Voyeur did and readers are loving it. So, if you haven't read it yet...and you are intrigued by BDSM erotica, breath play, bondage, or knife play...I encourage you to buy it!
7. Ooooo...and I almost forgot, I was asked to review a book written by Bonnie Dee and Laura Bacchi that is soon to be released...more about that soon...but I will say, after reading only the prologue and first chapter...I'm impressed.
Roxy Harte, is a multi-published erotica author exploring the emotional and psychological elements of relationships involving BDSM, bondage, sadist, masochist, dominance, and submission; DDLG, age-play relationships; LGBTQIA relationships; and also relationships in which one of the main characters from a chronic illness or disability. Also blogged topics which may or may not be controvertial in nature. If you are easily offended, don't bother checking this site out.
Showing posts with label Voyeur. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Voyeur. Show all posts
5.06.2009
4.29.2009
Gray Outside, Sunny Inside
Ever wake up just feeling insanely optimistic? You know, a song in your heart, a smile on your face...even though its seven am, raining, and you only had four hours sleep? Yeah, I'm not usually that girl...but this morning...I don't know, I just feel invincible. And the rejection letter may have played a small part because all day yesterday I dwelled on what I want from my writing career...
Last night, I wrote out The Plan.
This morning, I am off and running...
Here's how the rest of 2009 should go if my writing stays on track:
DEAD GIRL:
The paranormal WIP, now has a working title: Dead Girl. The paranormal venture is going to have three books total and I plan to get out and hussle them the old fashioned way...find an agent, find a publisher...hopefully it won't take a decade, but ya know, I've got nothing but time. The other two stories in the series will be titled: BIG BAD and MOMMA GOOD. This series is going to be my driving focus for the rest of this year. (80K each)
PRODIGAL SLAVE:
In between paranormal drafts I've gotta get WIP Prodigal Slave finished and out the door...it's still at 42K, I'm shooting for 55k...Xandra, after last night's read advised 100k, calling it a Big Book. I'm still feeling 55K, maybe 60, 80 tops, but we'll see. I already sent out a query promising ASAP so I really gotta move on this one. (bdsm, erotica)
VOW OF SILENCE:
The secondary character from The Chronicles of Surrender, George aka Dr. Psycho, has his own story to tell and turns out it is a prequel to the series...so I hope to get it finished this year. Right now it is roughly at 20%. Still deciding where to send it though...I have my fingers crossed for a particular house and have already queried an editor who wants to see it. (80K, bdsm, erotica)
ECHO OF REDEMPTION:
Yes, the fourth book of the Chronicles of Surrender is back in my thoughts and I'll be taking notes the rest of the year with it being a main focus by December. (80-90K, bdsm, erotica)
So, fewer small books...ie REAPER, VOYEUR, EDGE...but still room for one or two if I am so inspired...
Still have the big book LOVERS on a back burner, but sadly that baby is going to have to wait until 2010. I mean, all totalled, I'm looking at writing 400K just on what's listed...I know, divided by 8 months, roughly 50K per month, lofty goal, but I needed to start somewhere.
1.31.2009
Neither Snow, Nor Ice, Nor Stomach Upset...
I did it! The sequel to Voyeur...EDGE...is not only complete but submitted to the editor tonight! Yes, despite the fact that we had almost a foot of snow...and I would have rather been snow hiking...Or the Ice which left 100,000 Ohioans without electricity but spared me, or the flu which...well, I won't share the humiliating details...
However, I will send a big huge "SMOOOOCH" to Xandra Gregory who proof-read when I couldn't see straight and offered insight into what the ending lacked to give us all closure...I couldn't have done it today without her.
I love Xandra! Not only is she beautiful and sexy...she's also intelligent as hell. She's been my critique partner for over a decade, seen me through a failed marriage, multiple disastrous rebound-relationships, and into marriage again...while also helping me focus on the voices in my head.
So EDGE is now in the hands of my Loose-Id editor...and I'm both nervous and excited because it's a new relationship after losing my last editor to...ah...lands unknown...but I am assured she is the very best.
I sure hope she isn't squeamish about edgeplay!
However, I will send a big huge "SMOOOOCH" to Xandra Gregory who proof-read when I couldn't see straight and offered insight into what the ending lacked to give us all closure...I couldn't have done it today without her.
I love Xandra! Not only is she beautiful and sexy...she's also intelligent as hell. She's been my critique partner for over a decade, seen me through a failed marriage, multiple disastrous rebound-relationships, and into marriage again...while also helping me focus on the voices in my head.
So EDGE is now in the hands of my Loose-Id editor...and I'm both nervous and excited because it's a new relationship after losing my last editor to...ah...lands unknown...but I am assured she is the very best.
I sure hope she isn't squeamish about edgeplay!
1.07.2009
All Romance Ebooks
I just got word that All Romance Ebooks is now carrying Voyeur and all of my Loose-Id releases, which is exciting because it gets my 'babies' in front of more readers...
I also feel like Voyeur is one of my best...
So this post celebrates their decision to carry my work, stop by All Romance and check them out if you've never been by there.
Here is what my Voyeur page looks like!
Voyeur
By: Roxy Harte Other books by Roxy Harte
Published By: Loose Id LLC
ISBN # 978-1-59632-790-0
Word Count: 50040
Heat Index:
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket
Price: $6.99
I was really excited by the selected excerpt that All Romance Ebooks has decided to use because it is one of my favorite scenes! So here it is:
The Excerpt:
She rethought. I have a date. She giggled, remembering the stolen kiss. She'd never thought to see him again, no matter how intrigued she'd been, no matter how wonderful the kiss had been. And Jonas on the bus...oh my...intrigue spiked to a whole new level. She was definitely looking forward to their date. Maybe she would actually have something to share for the next Saturday morning confessional.
With a hopeful smile, she entered the elevator that would take her back upstairs to the club. The elevator doors closed, shutting out the traffic noise.
"Hello."
Autumn jumped, spinning to face a man standing in the corner that she hadn't realized was there. Small slurping noises drew her eyes down to where a bleached blonde sat on her knees delivering a blowjob. Eyes wide, jaw dropped, Autumn spun around to face the front of the car.
Be calm, be calm. It's just a man getting a blowjob.
Oh shit! Be calm! Becalmbecalmbecalm! she chanted, though it didn't matter that she'd been chanting her mantra all night...this moment was no more conducive to being calm than any of the others, including her baptism by stage show. She was still not sure how she'd missed realizing the woman on stage was a man -- until after he'd raised his skirt and revealed the very naked truth of the matter. Or a woman who wanted to hook up and allow her boy toy to watch. This was just one more very uncalm moment to join the list. She watched the blinking numbers announce each floor. Why was the club all the way at the top?
The slurping grew louder and she considered getting off on the next floor, but her fingers wouldn't reach out to touch one of the glowing buttons. She thought they'd be as embarrassed as she, but glancing over her shoulder, she decided, not him; he looked entirely too smug. Why hadn't the woman jumped up to adjust her clothing? If it were her, she knew she would be cringing behind the man with embarrassment. No, what was she thinking? She would never be caught in such a compromising position.
Juliet would. Kim would too. And Delilah had already revealed in too much detail an incident eerily similar a few months earlier on their legendary Saturday morning conference calls...though she had been the one giving the blowjob.
What did that say about her friends? She knew for a fact that they weren't sluts. She reminded herself to have a serious discussion with herself later as to what specifically did define slut these days, just to clarify; they were just fun loving. And yes, Autumn liked to think of herself as fun loving too; however, she never seemed to luck into the opportunities her friends did and she wasn't brave.
They would see this as a primo opportune, but that led to the question, what to do with the opportunity? She didn't have a clue...she was after all...just a watcher. She sighed, nonchalantly looking over her shoulder to check out the man. At first glance, he'd been incredible. And at second glance? Devastating. He looked as if he'd walked out of the pages of a glossy magazine, a model, or someone famous, or someone who should be famous. His shoulder-length black hair fell around his face as he looked down at the woman sucking his cock. With a mere lift of his eyes, mysterious hazel irises surrounded by the thickest set of lashes she'd ever seen on a man, he captivated Autumn.
He winked. She jumped, seeming to wake from a dream that concealed the woman still on her knees between this man's legs. Yes, he still leaned into the wall of the elevator, casual as could be, even though a woman greedily slurped between his thighs.
Normally, she enjoyed a good voyeuristic moment...but this was pushing it. She'd never watched so openly before, or in such close proximity. Don't look there!
Autumn forced her eyes to focus above his shoulders, examining closer the strong face with chiseled features and a black goatee that made him deadly as sin. Shadows now hid his eyes but his nose was strong and nicely shaped, if a little crooked, like it had been broken before.
He looked like Rick Springfield. Knowledge dawned slowly. She gaped, knowing without a doubt that she was looking at Master M.
But wasn't he with Juliet?
Unless...he'd already made her fly and now he was...
"Damn. That was fast."
He lifted his brow at her comment, then looked down at his dick. "No, not really."
Autumn ducked her face, snickering. Maybe he'd never had a chance to hook up with Juliet...well, obviously he hadn't because there hadn't been enough time...right? Flying would surely take more than a few minutes, and if he hadn't made Juliet fly, Autumn couldn't lie and say she wasn't relieved. Flying seemed...dangerous.
She took another peek at the man's face and decided he looked dangerous.
He wore a leather vest, his tanned chest bare, exposing a nice line of muscles over his stomach that led to his pelvis like a sharp arrow. Faded blue jeans rode low on his hips, unzipped and opened...
She looked. Shit! She glanced away as quickly as she could but not before noticing the long, thick penis sliding in and out of the woman's mouth.
"Like what you see?"
The smug bastard! In a flash, she turned to face him, ready to give him a piece of her mind, tired as she was of all men being bastards, when the peculiarity of the moment dawned on her... Shouldn't he be enjoying the attention of the woman between his thighs? Shouldn't he be lost in bliss, moaning and whispering encouragement? Shouldn't he be coming by now? But as his gaze snagged hers, his look smoldered challenge and she got lost in the depths of his teasing hazel eyes and sinfully thick dark lashes.
He isn't enjoying her performance at all.
"Well?" he demanded.
She looked him over.
She drawled, "You're easy on the eyes," turning away with a blush and determined to not keep looking at him. She steeled her eyes on the faded gray elevator doors.
Proud of herself for being so brave, Autumn forced away her blush; this had gone beyond insanity. This was something she could tell her friends about! Finally, her very own great adventure...
She could almost hear the silence of their bated breath, waiting for her to tell all for a change.
Autumn sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, seeing the picture in her mind as they waited...and realizing she had absolutely nothing to tell. Oh yeah, except for the challenge she'd felt emanating from those incredible bedroom eyes. A challenge she'd met with a smart comeback. Great. Awesome story.
"That's it? I'm easy on the eyes?" His voice was loaded with mock challenge and, strangely, disappointment.
Oh, she thought with despair, what would her friends do? She snorted. Kim or Delilah would offer to do him next and she certainly wouldn't go there. What would Juliet do? No, no. She imagined an erotic Juliet sandwich and knew she would definitely not go there! But possibly, just possibly, she was capable of a naughty stunt of her own, especially since the likelihood of ever seeing him again was beyond remote. Her eyes flew up to the lighted numbers above the elevator doors, counting up their ascent. Still, seven floors to go. Time. She had time. But to do --
No time to think, Autumn, just do something. Do something!
For the first time in her life, she did what she felt compelled to do and backed up and leaned against the elevator wall, putting her side to side with the man. She didn't look down at the woman on her knees who -- despite Autumn's arrival in the elevator -- kept sucking. She forced her eyes to his face. Another step found her brushing against his body. She reached to touch him, grazing her fingers over his jaw. She smoothed her fingers over his face, then wrapped her hand around the base of his neck. He didn't move, not one inch, though his dark eyes widened and the smirk left his face. She grew bolder, knowing he hadn't expected this.
She felt his rising chest go still beneath the press of her breasts as she moved even closer. She wanted to believe that she was responsible...that somehow because of her nearness he'd forgotten to breathe...but then his breath left in a hiss.
His eyes closed, briefly, long enough for her to gather enough bravado to press her lips to his wide mouth, but only to plant soft kisses at the corners of his lips. His lips were as soft as rose petals and she longed to sweep out her tongue, just for a little taste, but she didn't dare. His eyes opened and for a second she was caught in their wonder. Seeking safer haven than their golden-flecked depths, she lowered her eyes to his chest, her hands traveling where her eyes wandered...over his collarbone, down the line between his pecs.
He still hadn't moved a muscle to touch her, but he was definitely paying attention to her, and his breathing had kicked up a notch. She leaned her head back to look directly into his eyes and saw hunger.
He wants me.
It was enough to spur her further, enticing her mouth to succumb to temptation.
Just a little taste, she promised herself as her lips sealed over his. The result was a long, deep kiss. Her tongue, not satisfied with its promised taste dove deep, then deeper.
The kiss spiraled out of control, because even though he still hadn't moved to touch her, the power had somehow shifted. She felt a pull from deep within her soul as she was filled with a mind-numbing lust unlike anything she'd experienced before. Clutching his shoulders, her knees weak enough to collapse, she felt the tension building within the man, a screaming need waiting to be vented.
What just happened?
He was close to coming, she could feel it...so close...when a moment before he'd been bored. I did this to him.
The elevator chimed and she froze, knowing the elevator door was going to open. Her mouth pressed to his, tongues mingled, she held her breath. The door opened and after a long pause, closed again. Their ascent continued.
He took control of the kiss, hungrily and greedily demanding more from her mouth. Her knees went weak and her pussy tightened but her mind stayed in control. She pulled her lips away from his and for a long moment held his gaze, feeling the small jerks of his taut abdomen and chest muscles beneath the press of her palm.
She couldn't help smirking as she leaned into the tender spot behind his right ear. She inhaled deeply, noisily. Lost in his scent and almost forgetting her motive, she sighed.
"You smell incredible too," she said and she knew her words had pushed him over the edge. He was a goner. The muscles beneath her hand grew rigid and locked in spasm. Autumn held on to him, feeling his fall as his orgasm went on and on, his growl sounding too painful to bear, and his heartbeat drumming out of control beneath her hand.
The elevator chimed, doors opening for a second time.
Autumn managed a wink at the girl still on her knees as she rushed through the barely opened gray doors.
So, that's it...end of excerpt...I'm excited...hopefully you as my reader will want to read it now...because I'm working really hard on its sequel now! The working title of the sequel is EDGE and follows the menage of Autumn, Jonas, Michael (Master M) and their dangerous version of play...
Did I mention that Jonas is a clinically diagnosed Sadist?
Yeah, he has issues...
I also feel like Voyeur is one of my best...
So this post celebrates their decision to carry my work, stop by All Romance and check them out if you've never been by there.
Here is what my Voyeur page looks like!
VoyeurBy: Roxy Harte Other books by Roxy Harte
Published By: Loose Id LLC
ISBN # 978-1-59632-790-0
Word Count: 50040
Heat Index:
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket
Price: $6.99
I was really excited by the selected excerpt that All Romance Ebooks has decided to use because it is one of my favorite scenes! So here it is:
The Excerpt:
She rethought. I have a date. She giggled, remembering the stolen kiss. She'd never thought to see him again, no matter how intrigued she'd been, no matter how wonderful the kiss had been. And Jonas on the bus...oh my...intrigue spiked to a whole new level. She was definitely looking forward to their date. Maybe she would actually have something to share for the next Saturday morning confessional.
With a hopeful smile, she entered the elevator that would take her back upstairs to the club. The elevator doors closed, shutting out the traffic noise.
"Hello."
Autumn jumped, spinning to face a man standing in the corner that she hadn't realized was there. Small slurping noises drew her eyes down to where a bleached blonde sat on her knees delivering a blowjob. Eyes wide, jaw dropped, Autumn spun around to face the front of the car.
Be calm, be calm. It's just a man getting a blowjob.
Oh shit! Be calm! Becalmbecalmbecalm! she chanted, though it didn't matter that she'd been chanting her mantra all night...this moment was no more conducive to being calm than any of the others, including her baptism by stage show. She was still not sure how she'd missed realizing the woman on stage was a man -- until after he'd raised his skirt and revealed the very naked truth of the matter. Or a woman who wanted to hook up and allow her boy toy to watch. This was just one more very uncalm moment to join the list. She watched the blinking numbers announce each floor. Why was the club all the way at the top?
The slurping grew louder and she considered getting off on the next floor, but her fingers wouldn't reach out to touch one of the glowing buttons. She thought they'd be as embarrassed as she, but glancing over her shoulder, she decided, not him; he looked entirely too smug. Why hadn't the woman jumped up to adjust her clothing? If it were her, she knew she would be cringing behind the man with embarrassment. No, what was she thinking? She would never be caught in such a compromising position.
Juliet would. Kim would too. And Delilah had already revealed in too much detail an incident eerily similar a few months earlier on their legendary Saturday morning conference calls...though she had been the one giving the blowjob.
What did that say about her friends? She knew for a fact that they weren't sluts. She reminded herself to have a serious discussion with herself later as to what specifically did define slut these days, just to clarify; they were just fun loving. And yes, Autumn liked to think of herself as fun loving too; however, she never seemed to luck into the opportunities her friends did and she wasn't brave.
They would see this as a primo opportune, but that led to the question, what to do with the opportunity? She didn't have a clue...she was after all...just a watcher. She sighed, nonchalantly looking over her shoulder to check out the man. At first glance, he'd been incredible. And at second glance? Devastating. He looked as if he'd walked out of the pages of a glossy magazine, a model, or someone famous, or someone who should be famous. His shoulder-length black hair fell around his face as he looked down at the woman sucking his cock. With a mere lift of his eyes, mysterious hazel irises surrounded by the thickest set of lashes she'd ever seen on a man, he captivated Autumn.
He winked. She jumped, seeming to wake from a dream that concealed the woman still on her knees between this man's legs. Yes, he still leaned into the wall of the elevator, casual as could be, even though a woman greedily slurped between his thighs.
Normally, she enjoyed a good voyeuristic moment...but this was pushing it. She'd never watched so openly before, or in such close proximity. Don't look there!
Autumn forced her eyes to focus above his shoulders, examining closer the strong face with chiseled features and a black goatee that made him deadly as sin. Shadows now hid his eyes but his nose was strong and nicely shaped, if a little crooked, like it had been broken before.
He looked like Rick Springfield. Knowledge dawned slowly. She gaped, knowing without a doubt that she was looking at Master M.
But wasn't he with Juliet?
Unless...he'd already made her fly and now he was...
"Damn. That was fast."
He lifted his brow at her comment, then looked down at his dick. "No, not really."
Autumn ducked her face, snickering. Maybe he'd never had a chance to hook up with Juliet...well, obviously he hadn't because there hadn't been enough time...right? Flying would surely take more than a few minutes, and if he hadn't made Juliet fly, Autumn couldn't lie and say she wasn't relieved. Flying seemed...dangerous.
She took another peek at the man's face and decided he looked dangerous.
He wore a leather vest, his tanned chest bare, exposing a nice line of muscles over his stomach that led to his pelvis like a sharp arrow. Faded blue jeans rode low on his hips, unzipped and opened...
She looked. Shit! She glanced away as quickly as she could but not before noticing the long, thick penis sliding in and out of the woman's mouth.
"Like what you see?"
The smug bastard! In a flash, she turned to face him, ready to give him a piece of her mind, tired as she was of all men being bastards, when the peculiarity of the moment dawned on her... Shouldn't he be enjoying the attention of the woman between his thighs? Shouldn't he be lost in bliss, moaning and whispering encouragement? Shouldn't he be coming by now? But as his gaze snagged hers, his look smoldered challenge and she got lost in the depths of his teasing hazel eyes and sinfully thick dark lashes.
He isn't enjoying her performance at all.
"Well?" he demanded.
She looked him over.
She drawled, "You're easy on the eyes," turning away with a blush and determined to not keep looking at him. She steeled her eyes on the faded gray elevator doors.
Proud of herself for being so brave, Autumn forced away her blush; this had gone beyond insanity. This was something she could tell her friends about! Finally, her very own great adventure...
She could almost hear the silence of their bated breath, waiting for her to tell all for a change.
Autumn sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, seeing the picture in her mind as they waited...and realizing she had absolutely nothing to tell. Oh yeah, except for the challenge she'd felt emanating from those incredible bedroom eyes. A challenge she'd met with a smart comeback. Great. Awesome story.
"That's it? I'm easy on the eyes?" His voice was loaded with mock challenge and, strangely, disappointment.
Oh, she thought with despair, what would her friends do? She snorted. Kim or Delilah would offer to do him next and she certainly wouldn't go there. What would Juliet do? No, no. She imagined an erotic Juliet sandwich and knew she would definitely not go there! But possibly, just possibly, she was capable of a naughty stunt of her own, especially since the likelihood of ever seeing him again was beyond remote. Her eyes flew up to the lighted numbers above the elevator doors, counting up their ascent. Still, seven floors to go. Time. She had time. But to do --
No time to think, Autumn, just do something. Do something!
For the first time in her life, she did what she felt compelled to do and backed up and leaned against the elevator wall, putting her side to side with the man. She didn't look down at the woman on her knees who -- despite Autumn's arrival in the elevator -- kept sucking. She forced her eyes to his face. Another step found her brushing against his body. She reached to touch him, grazing her fingers over his jaw. She smoothed her fingers over his face, then wrapped her hand around the base of his neck. He didn't move, not one inch, though his dark eyes widened and the smirk left his face. She grew bolder, knowing he hadn't expected this.
She felt his rising chest go still beneath the press of her breasts as she moved even closer. She wanted to believe that she was responsible...that somehow because of her nearness he'd forgotten to breathe...but then his breath left in a hiss.
His eyes closed, briefly, long enough for her to gather enough bravado to press her lips to his wide mouth, but only to plant soft kisses at the corners of his lips. His lips were as soft as rose petals and she longed to sweep out her tongue, just for a little taste, but she didn't dare. His eyes opened and for a second she was caught in their wonder. Seeking safer haven than their golden-flecked depths, she lowered her eyes to his chest, her hands traveling where her eyes wandered...over his collarbone, down the line between his pecs.
He still hadn't moved a muscle to touch her, but he was definitely paying attention to her, and his breathing had kicked up a notch. She leaned her head back to look directly into his eyes and saw hunger.
He wants me.
It was enough to spur her further, enticing her mouth to succumb to temptation.
Just a little taste, she promised herself as her lips sealed over his. The result was a long, deep kiss. Her tongue, not satisfied with its promised taste dove deep, then deeper.
The kiss spiraled out of control, because even though he still hadn't moved to touch her, the power had somehow shifted. She felt a pull from deep within her soul as she was filled with a mind-numbing lust unlike anything she'd experienced before. Clutching his shoulders, her knees weak enough to collapse, she felt the tension building within the man, a screaming need waiting to be vented.
What just happened?
He was close to coming, she could feel it...so close...when a moment before he'd been bored. I did this to him.
The elevator chimed and she froze, knowing the elevator door was going to open. Her mouth pressed to his, tongues mingled, she held her breath. The door opened and after a long pause, closed again. Their ascent continued.
He took control of the kiss, hungrily and greedily demanding more from her mouth. Her knees went weak and her pussy tightened but her mind stayed in control. She pulled her lips away from his and for a long moment held his gaze, feeling the small jerks of his taut abdomen and chest muscles beneath the press of her palm.
She couldn't help smirking as she leaned into the tender spot behind his right ear. She inhaled deeply, noisily. Lost in his scent and almost forgetting her motive, she sighed.
"You smell incredible too," she said and she knew her words had pushed him over the edge. He was a goner. The muscles beneath her hand grew rigid and locked in spasm. Autumn held on to him, feeling his fall as his orgasm went on and on, his growl sounding too painful to bear, and his heartbeat drumming out of control beneath her hand.
The elevator chimed, doors opening for a second time.
Autumn managed a wink at the girl still on her knees as she rushed through the barely opened gray doors.
So, that's it...end of excerpt...I'm excited...hopefully you as my reader will want to read it now...because I'm working really hard on its sequel now! The working title of the sequel is EDGE and follows the menage of Autumn, Jonas, Michael (Master M) and their dangerous version of play...
Did I mention that Jonas is a clinically diagnosed Sadist?
Yeah, he has issues...
1.04.2009
More Kilt...
So it's a foggy gloomy day in Ohio...did I say fog? Make that FOG!
And it's pretty glum in my heart since Sir Hotness is flying out today for another stretch of business trips...although only three weeks this time instead of three and a half months...
So, I'm sharing another fav photo...and another man in a kilt;)
It just makes me want to crawl over on my hands and knees and peek...
Enjoy the eyecandy...
Tomorrow I start writing in earnest to finish Voyeur's sequel, the WIP currently titled EDGE!
And it's pretty glum in my heart since Sir Hotness is flying out today for another stretch of business trips...although only three weeks this time instead of three and a half months...
So, I'm sharing another fav photo...and another man in a kilt;)
It just makes me want to crawl over on my hands and knees and peek...
Enjoy the eyecandy...
Tomorrow I start writing in earnest to finish Voyeur's sequel, the WIP currently titled EDGE!
12.09.2008
Writing This Week
I am at 78k on WIP "Lovers" ... I plan to go to 85K so, cross your fingers that I finish this week. I would love to wrap this baby up so that I can get going on another that is begging for attention from my back burner...
About Lovers the short blurb...
Love, lust, hate, revenge, heart-break, and triumph abound for four men and five women, experiencing the joys and trials of polyamorous-life Los Angeles-style. They're not above wading into each others drama, wallowing in each others misery, offering unsolicited advice, or swapping romantic partners. The sex is hot, the lust hotter, and the jealousy scathing in this tale of personal evolution where everyone has a stake in the outcome of who ends up sleeping with who.
I've been working on Lovers since August with it moving back and forth between main effort and the back burner...I really slated this one to be done and submitted by the end of October...and since that didn't happen (partly because I wrote Voyeur in the middle) I really want it to be in my submitted file by the end of the month...
And then I can move the other two I am working on from my back-burner (actually 2 of 5...it's a big over...lots cooking in the Roxy Harte brain) to front and center:
Prodigal Slave (very excited about this one as is my critique partner and few dedicated readers)
Vow of Silence (the next Chronicle of Surrender: Dr. Psycho's story...remember George?)
Off to write...
Hope everyone had a great weekend...we had snow...ick...but I took time out to paint Beautiful Girl's bedroom...very cool room now...and went to Urban Krag...always a good time.)
About Lovers the short blurb...
Love, lust, hate, revenge, heart-break, and triumph abound for four men and five women, experiencing the joys and trials of polyamorous-life Los Angeles-style. They're not above wading into each others drama, wallowing in each others misery, offering unsolicited advice, or swapping romantic partners. The sex is hot, the lust hotter, and the jealousy scathing in this tale of personal evolution where everyone has a stake in the outcome of who ends up sleeping with who.
I've been working on Lovers since August with it moving back and forth between main effort and the back burner...I really slated this one to be done and submitted by the end of October...and since that didn't happen (partly because I wrote Voyeur in the middle) I really want it to be in my submitted file by the end of the month...
And then I can move the other two I am working on from my back-burner (actually 2 of 5...it's a big over...lots cooking in the Roxy Harte brain) to front and center:
Prodigal Slave (very excited about this one as is my critique partner and few dedicated readers)
Vow of Silence (the next Chronicle of Surrender: Dr. Psycho's story...remember George?)
Off to write...
Hope everyone had a great weekend...we had snow...ick...but I took time out to paint Beautiful Girl's bedroom...very cool room now...and went to Urban Krag...always a good time.)
12.01.2008
Voyeur
Wow...sales numbers are in for Voyeur's first month of publication...and I was floored. Actually, I squealed and did a happy dance because I hit a sales goal...and honestly, I needed a kick in the pants because Pornstar (the lesbian erotica that I'm still revising is driving me insane)...
So, I'm psyched!
And Yule is going to be a much happier occasion because I will be able to contribute to the eat, drink, make merry mayhem fund! So to all of my readers who bought and read Voyeur...Thank You! And to my readers who have written saying that they love Voyeur and demand a sequel...thank you for writing and I hope to honor your request as soon as possible:)
Voyuer is my latest release and explores the difficulty of being part of the BDSM scene as a climically diagnosed sadist...it also explores romance against a really kinky halloween party. Did I mention that the heroine is falling in love with two men? Or that they both just happen to be at the same party?
Buy Voyeur now...
So, I'm psyched!
And Yule is going to be a much happier occasion because I will be able to contribute to the eat, drink, make merry mayhem fund! So to all of my readers who bought and read Voyeur...Thank You! And to my readers who have written saying that they love Voyeur and demand a sequel...thank you for writing and I hope to honor your request as soon as possible:)
Voyuer is my latest release and explores the difficulty of being part of the BDSM scene as a climically diagnosed sadist...it also explores romance against a really kinky halloween party. Did I mention that the heroine is falling in love with two men? Or that they both just happen to be at the same party?
Buy Voyeur now...
11.19.2008
VOYEUR
Voyuer is my latest release and explores the difficulty of being part of the BDSM scene as a climically diagnosed sadist...it also explores romance against a really kinky halloween party. Did I mention that the heroine is falling in love with two men? Or that they both just happen to be at the same party?
Buy Voyeur now...
10.29.2008
A VOYEUR Excerpt
Loose-Id posted an excerpt for Voyeur...one of my favorite scenes as it turns out. Which I have decided to repost here;)
Excerpt starts here:
She rethought. I have a date. She giggled, remembering the stolen kiss. She’d never thought to see him again, no matter how intrigued she’d been, no matter how wonderful the kiss had been. And Jonas on the bus…oh my…intrigue spiked to a whole new level. She was definitely looking forward to their date. Maybe she would actually have something to share for the next Saturday morning confessional.
With a hopeful smile, she entered the elevator that would take her back upstairs to the club. The elevator doors closed, shutting out the traffic noise.
“Hello.”
Autumn jumped, spinning to face a man standing in the corner that she hadn’t realized was there. Small slurping noises drew her eyes down to where a bleached blonde sat on her knees delivering a blowjob. Eyes wide, jaw dropped, Autumn spun around to face the front of the car.
Be calm, be calm. It’s just a man getting a blowjob.
Oh shit! Be calm! Becalmbecalmbecalm! she chanted, though it didn’t matter that she’d been chanting her mantra all night…this moment was no more conducive to being calm than any of the others, including her baptism by stage show. She was still not sure how she’d missed realizing the woman on stage was a man -- until after he’d raised his skirt and revealed the very naked truth of the matter. Or a woman who wanted to hook up and allow her boy toy to watch. This was just one more very uncalm moment to join the list. She watched the blinking numbers announce each floor. Why was the club all the way at the top?
The slurping grew louder and she considered getting off on the next floor, but her fingers wouldn’t reach out to touch one of the glowing buttons. She thought they’d be as embarrassed as she, but glancing over her shoulder, she decided, not him; he looked entirely too smug. Why hadn’t the woman jumped up to adjust her clothing? If it were her, she knew she would be cringing behind the man with embarrassment. No, what was she thinking? She would never be caught in such a compromising position.
Juliet would. Kim would too. And Delilah had already revealed in too much detail an incident eerily similar a few months earlier on their legendary Saturday morning conference calls…though she had been the one giving the blowjob.
What did that say about her friends? She knew for a fact that they weren’t sluts. She reminded herself to have a serious discussion with herself later as to what specifically did define slut these days, just to clarify; they were just fun loving. And yes, Autumn liked to think of herself as fun loving too; however, she never seemed to luck into the opportunities her friends did and she wasn’t brave.
They would see this as a primo opportune, but that led to the question, what to do with the opportunity? She didn’t have a clue…she was after all…just a watcher. She sighed, nonchalantly looking over her shoulder to check out the man. At first glance, he’d been incredible. And at second glance? Devastating. He looked as if he’d walked out of the pages of a glossy magazine, a model, or someone famous, or someone who should be famous. His shoulder-length black hair fell around his face as he looked down at the woman sucking his cock. With a mere lift of his eyes, mysterious hazel irises surrounded by the thickest set of lashes she’d ever seen on a man, he captivated Autumn.
He winked. She jumped, seeming to wake from a dream that concealed the woman still on her knees between this man’s legs. Yes, he still leaned into the wall of the elevator, casual as could be, even though a woman greedily slurped between his thighs.
Normally, she enjoyed a good voyeuristic moment…but this was pushing it. She’d never watched so openly before, or in such close proximity. Don’t look there!
Autumn forced her eyes to focus above his shoulders, examining closer the strong face with chiseled features and a black goatee that made him deadly as sin. Shadows now hid his eyes but his nose was strong and nicely shaped, if a little crooked, like it had been broken before.
He looked like Rick Springfield. Knowledge dawned slowly. She gaped, knowing without a doubt that she was looking at Master M.
But wasn’t he with Juliet?
Unless…he’d already made her fly and now he was…
“Damn. That was fast.”
He lifted his brow at her comment, then looked down at his dick. “No, not really.”
Autumn ducked her face, snickering. Maybe he’d never had a chance to hook up with Juliet…well, obviously he hadn’t because there hadn’t been enough time…right? Flying would surely take more than a few minutes, and if he hadn’t made Juliet fly, Autumn couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t relieved. Flying seemed…dangerous.
She took another peek at the man’s face and decided he looked dangerous.
He wore a leather vest, his tanned chest bare, exposing a nice line of muscles over his stomach that led to his pelvis like a sharp arrow. Faded blue jeans rode low on his hips, unzipped and opened…
She looked. Shit! She glanced away as quickly as she could but not before noticing the long, thick penis sliding in and out of the woman’s mouth.
“Like what you see?”
The smug bastard! In a flash, she turned to face him, ready to give him a piece of her mind, tired as she was of all men being bastards, when the peculiarity of the moment dawned on her… Shouldn’t he be enjoying the attention of the woman between his thighs? Shouldn’t he be lost in bliss, moaning and whispering encouragement? Shouldn’t he be coming by now? But as his gaze snagged hers, his look smoldered challenge and she got lost in the depths of his teasing hazel eyes and sinfully thick dark lashes.
He isn’t enjoying her performance at all.
“Well?” he demanded.
She looked him over.
She drawled, “You’re easy on the eyes,” turning away with a blush and determined to not keep looking at him. She steeled her eyes on the faded gray elevator doors.
Proud of herself for being so brave, Autumn forced away her blush; this had gone beyond insanity. This was something she could tell her friends about! Finally, her very own great adventure…
She could almost hear the silence of their bated breath, waiting for her to tell all for a change.
Autumn sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, seeing the picture in her mind as they waited…and realizing she had absolutely nothing to tell. Oh yeah, except for the challenge she’d felt emanating from those incredible bedroom eyes. A challenge she’d met with a smart comeback. Great. Awesome story.
“That’s it? I’m easy on the eyes?” His voice was loaded with mock challenge and, strangely, disappointment.
Oh, she thought with despair, what would her friends do? She snorted. Kim or Delilah would offer to do him next and she certainly wouldn’t go there. What would Juliet do? No, no. She imagined an erotic Juliet sandwich and knew she would definitely not go there! But possibly, just possibly, she was capable of a naughty stunt of her own, especially since the likelihood of ever seeing him again was beyond remote. Her eyes flew up to the lighted numbers above the elevator doors, counting up their ascent. Still, seven floors to go. Time. She had time. But to do --
No time to think, Autumn, just do something. Do something!
For the first time in her life, she did what she felt compelled to do and backed up and leaned against the elevator wall, putting her side to side with the man. She didn’t look down at the woman on her knees who -- despite Autumn’s arrival in the elevator -- kept sucking. She forced her eyes to his face. Another step found her brushing against his body. She reached to touch him, grazing her fingers over his jaw. She smoothed her fingers over his face, then wrapped her hand around the base of his neck. He didn’t move, not one inch, though his dark eyes widened and the smirk left his face. She grew bolder, knowing he hadn’t expected this.
She felt his rising chest go still beneath the press of her breasts as she moved even closer. She wanted to believe that she was responsible…that somehow because of her nearness he’d forgotten to breathe…but then his breath left in a hiss.
His eyes closed, briefly, long enough for her to gather enough bravado to press her lips to his wide mouth, but only to plant soft kisses at the corners of his lips. His lips were as soft as rose petals and she longed to sweep out her tongue, just for a little taste, but she didn’t dare. His eyes opened and for a second she was caught in their wonder. Seeking safer haven than their golden-flecked depths, she lowered her eyes to his chest, her hands traveling where her eyes wandered…over his collarbone, down the line between his pecs.
He still hadn’t moved a muscle to touch her, but he was definitely paying attention to her, and his breathing had kicked up a notch. She leaned her head back to look directly into his eyes and saw hunger.
He wants me.
It was enough to spur her further, enticing her mouth to succumb to temptation.
Just a little taste, she promised herself as her lips sealed over his. The result was a long, deep kiss. Her tongue, not satisfied with its promised taste dove deep, then deeper.
The kiss spiraled out of control, because even though he still hadn’t moved to touch her, the power had somehow shifted. She felt a pull from deep within her soul as she was filled with a mind-numbing lust unlike anything she’d experienced before. Clutching his shoulders, her knees weak enough to collapse, she felt the tension building within the man, a screaming need waiting to be vented.
What just happened?
He was close to coming, she could feel it…so close…when a moment before he’d been bored. I did this to him.
The elevator chimed and she froze, knowing the elevator door was going to open. Her mouth pressed to his, tongues mingled, she held her breath. The door opened and after a long pause, closed again. Their ascent continued.
He took control of the kiss, hungrily and greedily demanding more from her mouth. Her knees went weak and her pussy tightened but her mind stayed in control. She pulled her lips away from his and for a long moment held his gaze, feeling the small jerks of his taut abdomen and chest muscles beneath the press of her palm.
She couldn’t help smirking as she leaned into the tender spot behind his right ear. She inhaled deeply, noisily. Lost in his scent and almost forgetting her motive, she sighed.
“You smell incredible too,” she said and she knew her words had pushed him over the edge. He was a goner. The muscles beneath her hand grew rigid and locked in spasm. Autumn held on to him, feeling his fall as his orgasm went on and on, his growl sounding too painful to bear, and his heartbeat drumming out of control beneath her hand.
The elevator chimed, doors opening for a second time.
Autumn managed a wink at the girl still on her knees as she rushed through the barely opened gray doors.
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Excerpt starts here:
She rethought. I have a date. She giggled, remembering the stolen kiss. She’d never thought to see him again, no matter how intrigued she’d been, no matter how wonderful the kiss had been. And Jonas on the bus…oh my…intrigue spiked to a whole new level. She was definitely looking forward to their date. Maybe she would actually have something to share for the next Saturday morning confessional.
With a hopeful smile, she entered the elevator that would take her back upstairs to the club. The elevator doors closed, shutting out the traffic noise.
“Hello.”
Autumn jumped, spinning to face a man standing in the corner that she hadn’t realized was there. Small slurping noises drew her eyes down to where a bleached blonde sat on her knees delivering a blowjob. Eyes wide, jaw dropped, Autumn spun around to face the front of the car.
Be calm, be calm. It’s just a man getting a blowjob.
Oh shit! Be calm! Becalmbecalmbecalm! she chanted, though it didn’t matter that she’d been chanting her mantra all night…this moment was no more conducive to being calm than any of the others, including her baptism by stage show. She was still not sure how she’d missed realizing the woman on stage was a man -- until after he’d raised his skirt and revealed the very naked truth of the matter. Or a woman who wanted to hook up and allow her boy toy to watch. This was just one more very uncalm moment to join the list. She watched the blinking numbers announce each floor. Why was the club all the way at the top?
The slurping grew louder and she considered getting off on the next floor, but her fingers wouldn’t reach out to touch one of the glowing buttons. She thought they’d be as embarrassed as she, but glancing over her shoulder, she decided, not him; he looked entirely too smug. Why hadn’t the woman jumped up to adjust her clothing? If it were her, she knew she would be cringing behind the man with embarrassment. No, what was she thinking? She would never be caught in such a compromising position.
Juliet would. Kim would too. And Delilah had already revealed in too much detail an incident eerily similar a few months earlier on their legendary Saturday morning conference calls…though she had been the one giving the blowjob.
What did that say about her friends? She knew for a fact that they weren’t sluts. She reminded herself to have a serious discussion with herself later as to what specifically did define slut these days, just to clarify; they were just fun loving. And yes, Autumn liked to think of herself as fun loving too; however, she never seemed to luck into the opportunities her friends did and she wasn’t brave.
They would see this as a primo opportune, but that led to the question, what to do with the opportunity? She didn’t have a clue…she was after all…just a watcher. She sighed, nonchalantly looking over her shoulder to check out the man. At first glance, he’d been incredible. And at second glance? Devastating. He looked as if he’d walked out of the pages of a glossy magazine, a model, or someone famous, or someone who should be famous. His shoulder-length black hair fell around his face as he looked down at the woman sucking his cock. With a mere lift of his eyes, mysterious hazel irises surrounded by the thickest set of lashes she’d ever seen on a man, he captivated Autumn.
He winked. She jumped, seeming to wake from a dream that concealed the woman still on her knees between this man’s legs. Yes, he still leaned into the wall of the elevator, casual as could be, even though a woman greedily slurped between his thighs.
Normally, she enjoyed a good voyeuristic moment…but this was pushing it. She’d never watched so openly before, or in such close proximity. Don’t look there!
Autumn forced her eyes to focus above his shoulders, examining closer the strong face with chiseled features and a black goatee that made him deadly as sin. Shadows now hid his eyes but his nose was strong and nicely shaped, if a little crooked, like it had been broken before.
He looked like Rick Springfield. Knowledge dawned slowly. She gaped, knowing without a doubt that she was looking at Master M.
But wasn’t he with Juliet?
Unless…he’d already made her fly and now he was…
“Damn. That was fast.”
He lifted his brow at her comment, then looked down at his dick. “No, not really.”
Autumn ducked her face, snickering. Maybe he’d never had a chance to hook up with Juliet…well, obviously he hadn’t because there hadn’t been enough time…right? Flying would surely take more than a few minutes, and if he hadn’t made Juliet fly, Autumn couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t relieved. Flying seemed…dangerous.
She took another peek at the man’s face and decided he looked dangerous.
He wore a leather vest, his tanned chest bare, exposing a nice line of muscles over his stomach that led to his pelvis like a sharp arrow. Faded blue jeans rode low on his hips, unzipped and opened…
She looked. Shit! She glanced away as quickly as she could but not before noticing the long, thick penis sliding in and out of the woman’s mouth.
“Like what you see?”
The smug bastard! In a flash, she turned to face him, ready to give him a piece of her mind, tired as she was of all men being bastards, when the peculiarity of the moment dawned on her… Shouldn’t he be enjoying the attention of the woman between his thighs? Shouldn’t he be lost in bliss, moaning and whispering encouragement? Shouldn’t he be coming by now? But as his gaze snagged hers, his look smoldered challenge and she got lost in the depths of his teasing hazel eyes and sinfully thick dark lashes.
He isn’t enjoying her performance at all.
“Well?” he demanded.
She looked him over.
She drawled, “You’re easy on the eyes,” turning away with a blush and determined to not keep looking at him. She steeled her eyes on the faded gray elevator doors.
Proud of herself for being so brave, Autumn forced away her blush; this had gone beyond insanity. This was something she could tell her friends about! Finally, her very own great adventure…
She could almost hear the silence of their bated breath, waiting for her to tell all for a change.
Autumn sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, seeing the picture in her mind as they waited…and realizing she had absolutely nothing to tell. Oh yeah, except for the challenge she’d felt emanating from those incredible bedroom eyes. A challenge she’d met with a smart comeback. Great. Awesome story.
“That’s it? I’m easy on the eyes?” His voice was loaded with mock challenge and, strangely, disappointment.
Oh, she thought with despair, what would her friends do? She snorted. Kim or Delilah would offer to do him next and she certainly wouldn’t go there. What would Juliet do? No, no. She imagined an erotic Juliet sandwich and knew she would definitely not go there! But possibly, just possibly, she was capable of a naughty stunt of her own, especially since the likelihood of ever seeing him again was beyond remote. Her eyes flew up to the lighted numbers above the elevator doors, counting up their ascent. Still, seven floors to go. Time. She had time. But to do --
No time to think, Autumn, just do something. Do something!
For the first time in her life, she did what she felt compelled to do and backed up and leaned against the elevator wall, putting her side to side with the man. She didn’t look down at the woman on her knees who -- despite Autumn’s arrival in the elevator -- kept sucking. She forced her eyes to his face. Another step found her brushing against his body. She reached to touch him, grazing her fingers over his jaw. She smoothed her fingers over his face, then wrapped her hand around the base of his neck. He didn’t move, not one inch, though his dark eyes widened and the smirk left his face. She grew bolder, knowing he hadn’t expected this.
She felt his rising chest go still beneath the press of her breasts as she moved even closer. She wanted to believe that she was responsible…that somehow because of her nearness he’d forgotten to breathe…but then his breath left in a hiss.
His eyes closed, briefly, long enough for her to gather enough bravado to press her lips to his wide mouth, but only to plant soft kisses at the corners of his lips. His lips were as soft as rose petals and she longed to sweep out her tongue, just for a little taste, but she didn’t dare. His eyes opened and for a second she was caught in their wonder. Seeking safer haven than their golden-flecked depths, she lowered her eyes to his chest, her hands traveling where her eyes wandered…over his collarbone, down the line between his pecs.
He still hadn’t moved a muscle to touch her, but he was definitely paying attention to her, and his breathing had kicked up a notch. She leaned her head back to look directly into his eyes and saw hunger.
He wants me.
It was enough to spur her further, enticing her mouth to succumb to temptation.
Just a little taste, she promised herself as her lips sealed over his. The result was a long, deep kiss. Her tongue, not satisfied with its promised taste dove deep, then deeper.
The kiss spiraled out of control, because even though he still hadn’t moved to touch her, the power had somehow shifted. She felt a pull from deep within her soul as she was filled with a mind-numbing lust unlike anything she’d experienced before. Clutching his shoulders, her knees weak enough to collapse, she felt the tension building within the man, a screaming need waiting to be vented.
What just happened?
He was close to coming, she could feel it…so close…when a moment before he’d been bored. I did this to him.
The elevator chimed and she froze, knowing the elevator door was going to open. Her mouth pressed to his, tongues mingled, she held her breath. The door opened and after a long pause, closed again. Their ascent continued.
He took control of the kiss, hungrily and greedily demanding more from her mouth. Her knees went weak and her pussy tightened but her mind stayed in control. She pulled her lips away from his and for a long moment held his gaze, feeling the small jerks of his taut abdomen and chest muscles beneath the press of her palm.
She couldn’t help smirking as she leaned into the tender spot behind his right ear. She inhaled deeply, noisily. Lost in his scent and almost forgetting her motive, she sighed.
“You smell incredible too,” she said and she knew her words had pushed him over the edge. He was a goner. The muscles beneath her hand grew rigid and locked in spasm. Autumn held on to him, feeling his fall as his orgasm went on and on, his growl sounding too painful to bear, and his heartbeat drumming out of control beneath her hand.
The elevator chimed, doors opening for a second time.
Autumn managed a wink at the girl still on her knees as she rushed through the barely opened gray doors.
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10.27.2008
VOYEUR Release Day! And a SEXY EXCERPT!
Voyeur released at midnight, so I thought it might be fun to have a little excerpt especially since Halloween is also so near and this particular selection is set against the backdrop of a BDSM Halloween Soiree. BUY VOYEUR NOW.Excerpt starts here:
She’d spent three nervous days anticipating the party and was only slightly irritated that he’d chosen her costume. They matched, though hers was fun wear and his was the real deal. He was wearing black leather from head to toe, every bit the sexy biker. She was wearing fishnets, shiny PVC booty shorts and matching halter, a leather cap, and sexy, four-inch-heeled biker boots. So much exposed skin. She was embarrassed that the curve of her ass cheeks peeked from the edge of the shorts and she’d never shown so much cleavage. But Jonas had announced she was perfect…and she believed him.
As they rode in, Jonas pointed to the spirals of fog rising from the low fields on either side of the drive and it made Autumn think that it was going to be a perfect evening for a Halloween party. She was already so nervous and excited, the potential for eerie drifting fog to intensify the mood made her shiver. She thought it must be her nerves, making the driveway seem never-ending, but just as she thought it, the bike was coasting to a stop and the grand plantation house was rising above them. They parked in the grassy yard to the left of the house that was marked off with small flags to designate parking.
The house was set in the middle of a wide lawn though there were several tall, graceful trees flanking it and a cornfield behind. And then there was the barn…
Autumn tried in vain not to look at the massive, graying structure that was going to host most of the night’s entertainment. Jonas had warned her that once the festivities began, it would be a screaming, writhing free-for-all of sensual decadence. She’d promised to stay close to him. He was there to capture the event on film, she was there to assist him, and they would both get to watch. She shivered in anticipation.
She wondered if it would be different watching when everyone knew you were indeed watching and not doing so sneakily.
Delilah and Kim parked just as they were dismounting.
She was surprised to see that they wore matching plaid miniskirts, white knee socks, and black, high-heeled Mary Janes. Kim wore her long blonde hair in two ponytails and Delilah had scrunched and gelled her hair into spikes.
“Well, aren’t we all just so original?” Autumn asked, rolling her eyes, thinking that if men hadn’t had a hand in their choices, they would have all come as sexy witches. “I hope you feel as ridiculous as I do.”
Jonas laughed and muttered under his breath, “The costumes won’t be on long enough to matter, ladies.”
Autumn gasped, and grabbing a camera case, announced, “I’m his assistant. I’m just here to work.”
She caught Jonas’s smirk and soft chuckle. She knew it was because she’d made such a fuss to attend. What had she been thinking? Thank God, she hadn’t come with a blind date. She sighed with relief that things had worked out the way they had. It was one thing to play naughty games with Jonas and quite another to consider doing anything of the sort with a stranger.
As they walked up to the front porch, Jonas paused to capture the moment. Dusk was deepening, the sun setting behind the low hill behind the two-story, two-hundred year old house, making the four large pillars that supported the covered porch roof seem foreboding. “I never get used to seeing these old places in all their glory.”
“Spooky,” Autumn commented and looked over her shoulder to find Kim and Delilah trailing behind. They seemed as enchanted by the house as Jonas.
“Just wait,” Jonas promised. “The ambience is only part of what makes tonight special.”
She shivered, catching a glimpse of a white body hovering just inside the front door. It could have been a spectral image but as they moved closer she saw that it was a very naked woman, her body painted to resemble a very dead woman. Her lips were painted lavender and painted to appear sewn closed. At least that was what she first thought, but as she drew closer she saw that the dark lines meant to resemble thread were actually thick suture threads.
“Oh!” She passed the wraith by…quickly…thinking as she passed by, what a great illusion. She shivered and reminded herself that there were no real monsters in the manse. It’s just a party.
Four more women identical to the first were standing just inside the foyer and Autumn stared at their mouths. They really are sewn shut. She wanted to reach out and touch their lips but they pointed the guests through the house to a dark parlor lined with red velvet couches and she didn’t stop walking.
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10.06.2008
Flash Fiction Contest! What's Happening?
Liz asked, "What's inside the lens of the camera...I see handcuffs and shadows..."
And in answer...
I absolutely love that the girl in the lens is kneeling with handcuffs waiting for her. I can see the scene in my head where the Dom tossed them to her and commanded, "Put them on."
Just gives me shivers...
Sigh.
For fun...if anyone is interested Flash Fiction of 100 words: Poem or scene based on this photo:) Post your stories in the comment section so we can all enjoy them...
Have fun!
Winner of best will receive a free copy of Voyeur as soon as it is available!!
Hugs
Roxy
And in answer...
I absolutely love that the girl in the lens is kneeling with handcuffs waiting for her. I can see the scene in my head where the Dom tossed them to her and commanded, "Put them on."
Just gives me shivers...
Sigh.
For fun...if anyone is interested Flash Fiction of 100 words: Poem or scene based on this photo:) Post your stories in the comment section so we can all enjoy them...
Have fun!
Winner of best will receive a free copy of Voyeur as soon as it is available!!
Hugs
Roxy
10.05.2008
Voyeur Excerpt
With a jarring lurch the bus pulled away from the curb and she closed her eyes, listening to the hum of tires on asphalt. Slowly, the stress of the day with had accumulated as tight, painful tension knotting her neck and shoulders began to melt away…
“Mm-mm-mm, oh baby,” the girl seated her behind her giggled. “Stop. We’re going to get thrown off the bus.”
Her eyes flew open, but she didn’t dare turn around to look at them; instead, she started listening, wide-eyed, dying to look. She could barely hear their voices but then suddenly he whispered back loud enough for her to hear, “Not if you’ll be quiet.” Muffled whispers came near enough to almost hear and she strained to do just that but the girl’s too soft voice kept her in a state of frustration.
She listened harder, shutting her eyes and receiving the reward of their whispers.
“Come on, Nicole. Bratty isn’t going to cut it today. This was your idea anyway.”
"I’ve changed my mind.” She panted.
“No you haven’t. You’re just scared.” He comforted, then urged, “Pull your panties off!”
“No, baby, I did! I want to safe word out!”
“And that’s exactly why you made me promise that we wouldn’t use a safe word for this trip.” He whispered softly. A soft rustle, murmurs of gentle encouragement, and kissing sounds, followed his smooth cajolement. A.J. imagined him kissing the girl’s forehead, her eyelids, her lips, but no tongue, just a soft, comforting, you-can-trust-me kiss. Definitely no tongue. Then his voice, though still a whisper, changed to a rough command as he demanded, “Now do what I tell you to do, slut! Get those panties off!”
A.J.’s eyes flew back open. Uh-uh, no way, not on my watch, Sucker. She started to stand up, ready to throw Mr. Sleaze-ball off the bus and rescue the cute little blonde behind her when she heard the girl giggle again. “Oh baby, you know I can’t say no when you talk to me like that. Call me a slut again!”
“I’m not calling you anything, you nasty little whore, not until you obey me!”
The girl laughed harder, making A.J.’s jaw drop open at the turn of events. Turning her head, she caught sight of a twenty-something scrunched into the seat to her left. He motioned with his pointer finger pressed to his lips to stay quiet and pointed to a small video recorder that was trained on the action behind them. He wasn’t hiding the fact that he was watching…no, actually filming the couple behind her and did so absolutely openly.
Pressing a finger to his lips he signaled for her to be quiet, then mouthed, “I’m part of the scene! Don’t screw this up for them!”
Caught listening, she tried to make herself smaller. A.J. slumped lower in her seat, her face scrunched so painfully into an oh-shit-now-what expression that she was actually aware of it. She really tried to not listen, but that was impossible. The two people behind her were having sex…and yes, they were quiet about it—but she could still hear them! Her eyes darted to the man beside her, his camera focused on the couple, but his eyes trained on her.
“Mm-mm-mm, oh baby,” the girl seated her behind her giggled. “Stop. We’re going to get thrown off the bus.”
Her eyes flew open, but she didn’t dare turn around to look at them; instead, she started listening, wide-eyed, dying to look. She could barely hear their voices but then suddenly he whispered back loud enough for her to hear, “Not if you’ll be quiet.” Muffled whispers came near enough to almost hear and she strained to do just that but the girl’s too soft voice kept her in a state of frustration.
She listened harder, shutting her eyes and receiving the reward of their whispers.
“Come on, Nicole. Bratty isn’t going to cut it today. This was your idea anyway.”
"I’ve changed my mind.” She panted.
“No you haven’t. You’re just scared.” He comforted, then urged, “Pull your panties off!”
“No, baby, I did! I want to safe word out!”
“And that’s exactly why you made me promise that we wouldn’t use a safe word for this trip.” He whispered softly. A soft rustle, murmurs of gentle encouragement, and kissing sounds, followed his smooth cajolement. A.J. imagined him kissing the girl’s forehead, her eyelids, her lips, but no tongue, just a soft, comforting, you-can-trust-me kiss. Definitely no tongue. Then his voice, though still a whisper, changed to a rough command as he demanded, “Now do what I tell you to do, slut! Get those panties off!”
A.J.’s eyes flew back open. Uh-uh, no way, not on my watch, Sucker. She started to stand up, ready to throw Mr. Sleaze-ball off the bus and rescue the cute little blonde behind her when she heard the girl giggle again. “Oh baby, you know I can’t say no when you talk to me like that. Call me a slut again!”
“I’m not calling you anything, you nasty little whore, not until you obey me!”
The girl laughed harder, making A.J.’s jaw drop open at the turn of events. Turning her head, she caught sight of a twenty-something scrunched into the seat to her left. He motioned with his pointer finger pressed to his lips to stay quiet and pointed to a small video recorder that was trained on the action behind them. He wasn’t hiding the fact that he was watching…no, actually filming the couple behind her and did so absolutely openly.
Pressing a finger to his lips he signaled for her to be quiet, then mouthed, “I’m part of the scene! Don’t screw this up for them!”
Caught listening, she tried to make herself smaller. A.J. slumped lower in her seat, her face scrunched so painfully into an oh-shit-now-what expression that she was actually aware of it. She really tried to not listen, but that was impossible. The two people behind her were having sex…and yes, they were quiet about it—but she could still hear them! Her eyes darted to the man beside her, his camera focused on the couple, but his eyes trained on her.
10.04.2008
My Cover Art Is Here!
Yay! My cover art for Voyeur is here! I'm so excited:)The cover artist is Croco Designs.
I don't have a release date from Loose-Id...but soon. Very, very soon. Come back tomorrow for a hot, steamy excerpt!
Here's the unofficial blurb:
Cynical-before-her-time corporate attorney A.J. Blessings has condemned herself to a life of watching instead of living. When she attends a steamy costume ball, she is kissed by a masked musician, Jonas, and sets off a series of events that will change her life forever.
Taking the bus home from work, she witnesses a couple having sex…and a third filming the exchange. She is intrigued, she is aroused. She is shocked to discover the videographer is her masked kisser and quite suddenly she has perfect companion for a sordid All Hallows BDSM Bash.
Joined by a mysterious friend, Michael, they set off on a journey that leads them across the countryside on a peeping-tom romp through hay-stacked barns, farmer's daughter's boudoirs and the kind of naughty games that can only be played in the countryside. It will take the efforts of both men to help her evolve from shy voyeur to daring exhibitionist.
But the greater journey lies in the secrets the men are keeping from her. Their play is dark and dangerous, and for one sadism isn’t a game at all…it’s an illness.
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