Mmm – those are some delicious words, right? Well, some decisions have been made and they have been difficult. In writing and publishing we all need to remember that this is a business – for both sides. Without my publishers and editors I wouldn’t be anywhere. I understand the explosion of self-pubbing, and I have some out myself. What I can tell you is that I would not be a decent writer AT ALL if it hadn’t been for the tutelage and tough love of my publishers. They help me become a better writer. For all you fledgling authors, please appreciate and take the time to find the right publisher for you. You will be amazed at the level of the quality of your work AFTER you’ve worked with them.
To that end, Rebel Ink Press is making some changes in their formats and their submissions. They aren’t taking certain pieces any longer including erotic and BDSM. Well, that is a lot of my titles. I think I need to mix it up as an author as well. So here goes – 30 of my titles are coming down effective October 31st. They just aren’t selling well. I’m going to revamp them and maybe bring a few back, but in the mean time I’m going to highlight a few so you can buy them IF you like before they disappear. The first is a favorite of mine and has been in an anthology collection. It was originally going to be a short collection about some women in an erotic book readers club and a challenge issued. I think I might just take this to another level. So here goes. Take a taste of….
SPICY WHITE CHOCOLATE
“Okay ladies, more coffee?”
Shawna Dupres eyed Cara and smiled as she glanced at the group of highly accomplished and very single women. The Wednesday morning erotic book club affectionately called the Piranha Girls had met for about a year and in that period of time she learned more about saucy sex toys than she ever knew she wanted to. And in truth, she craved learning and experiencing more. “What, no Irish Cream?” Giggling, she glanced at her watch. It was five o’clock somewhere, right?
Shawna shook her head as she gazed at Georgia. While the smaller girl was completely shy in every day life, Georgia had blossomed after mere weeks of being a part of the group and now brought the most scintillating books for the girls to read.
Cara grinned, a naughty glint in her eyes as she dragged the liquor bottle from behind her back. “No worries, girls. I have another on waiting in the wings so let’s party and enjoy. We’re wild and saucy and single and very hungry! Desiree, will you do the honors while I bring out the very wicked gifts?””
“I’ll be happy to. Woot! It’s party time,” the curvy blond cooed as she grinned and grabbed the bottle, her hips swaying back and forth to the pulsing music. “Lovin’ this day ladies!”
“Gifts? What are we celebrating?” Shawna asked, shaking her head. The group was a bit wild and she loved every moment they became embroiled in a shameless novel about sex, sex and more sex.
“One year of our completely shameful group being together, silly,” Cara purred as she moved to the large cabinet in the corner of her oversized living room. “This is quite an accomplishment for a group of women that could barely manage to have lunch together during all the nasty little moments of our life. So this is indeed a celebration.”
“How about a little mood music to sauce things up? Feeling like a little Latin vibe to kick up the heat?” The busty brunette jumped to her feet, singing in Spanish as she moved to the stereo system.
“You go Marla!” Georgia whistled. “Hurry up Desiree and pour. We might have to mix this fest with mimosas!”
“It’s eleven in the morning!” Shawna feigned admonishment. Hell, they had served drinks at nine sharp on a summer’s day when they were consoling one or more over the bastards that had left them, cheated on them, forgot to call them or some other atrocity. Besides, it was going to be a grueling weekend at the restaurant and she hadn’t developed her saucy sweet treat yet. Her customers counted on her creativity with chocolate, some coming in only for her decadent desserts and after dinner drinks. Unfortunately her schedule had been way too hectic lately at Sauce and Spice, her creation and the restaurant she fought to keep in the divorce. Serving a selection of Cajun creations inspired by her grandmother, it was a hot and happening bistro nestled in the heart of the suburbs of Charlotte. Shaking her head, the exhaustion from working seventy hours a week was settling in. Shawna needed a damn vacation.
Or a night with a steamy hot hunk fulfilling her every fantasy.
The thought alone gave Shawna chills. “Well, maybe a little taste,” she said, giggling.
“Uh huh. We’re going to corrupt you yet,” Desiree chuckled as she poured them all hefty snifters of the creamy froth and handed them out. “News girls. I have a date this weekend.”
“What? You’ve been holding back girl! You go,” Marla squealed.
“No fair!” Georgia giggled and took a large sip of the white cream. “Heavenly.”
Shawna groaned. She hadn’t had a date in a good two years and the last one was nothing short of lackluster. Who knew attorneys could be so damn boring? Remembering the rather bland night, she sipped the liquor and thought about if she even knew how to dress to date a hunky man. Then again were there any left in town? Being divorced, successful and forty-six, some would say she was in the prime of her life. Too bad she was lonely and craved a thick cock buried in her cunt. She wiggled back and forth as a series of quivers dancing inside her pussy forced her to grimace and lick her lips. Hiding behind the glass, she grinned and thought about a young stud using her, filling her and couldn’t help the infectious bubbles that pulsed past her lips.
“You okay, girlfriend? You look a bit flushed,” Cara said as she set a vibrant selection of gift bags down on the coffee table.
“I’m just dandy. What do you have there?”
“Hmmm…Georgia, what was the book we all just finished reading?” Cara asked, giving Shawna a soulful stare.
“You mean Her Entrance into Submission?” Georgia asked, grabbing the book out of her bag. Waving it back and forth, she fanned her face. “A blazing hot one here!”
“I’ll say.” Shawna sighed. Perhaps one day she would experiment with something so wicked and wanton, but she’d settle for being fucked hard and fast. The book was an incredible ride into the moment of true seduction and she read and re-read several passages until she sliced the ass plug inside her ass, relishing in the true moment of pain.
“Well, lookie here girls, we need to mix this little circle up a bit,” Cara mused, giving each one of the women a long heated stare.
“Can you tell the shameless woman has something naughty up her sleeve?” Desiree laughed as she plopped onto the leather easy chair, planting her feet on the end of the coffee table.
Marla leaned over the glass top and picked up one of the bags. “Hmm, it’s heavy. I think the girl is serious. Can we open our treats?”
Cara wagged her finger. “Not until we make a little sensual pact.”
“I have a terrible feeling of apprehension about this.” Shawna laughed, yet as she gazed down at the colorful bags, her intuition told her that she was going to love the contents.
“Pact?” Georgia asked. “Do you remember the last time Cara got us in the middle of something naughty?”
“Yeah, we almost ended up in jail!” Marla exclaimed.
“But it was damn fun trying to explain to the police officer what the hell we were doing skinny dipping in that very public pool!” Shawna laughed. The memories were sweet and they had been wild girls for a moment in their lives. Now each of them had professions and obligations that kept their sinful sides at bay.
“Woot! Do you remember the look on that poor boy’s face?” Desiree mused.
“I think he wanted to say he would do us all but knew he’d get into trouble!” Georgia added, laughing as she took a gulp of her drink.
“All right ladies. Here’s the deal. We are young and hip and happening and we need men, right?” Cara asked, glancing at each one of her friends.
“That’s exactly my point,” Cara breathed, tipping her head back as she closed her eyes and sliding her hand down to the swell of her breasts. “Wild…wanton…crazed…sex!”
“You bitch!” Shawna threw a pillow at her and chuckled.
“Come on now, ladies,” Cara grinned, licking her lips as she swayed her hips back and forth.
“Out with it! What are you proposing?” Georgia asked.
“Fess up, girl! I feel hot men a comin’,” Marla added.
“Okay. Ten days and we find and fuck a man,” Cara said quietly.
“What?” Shawna asked, choking on her drink.
“Not just any man either. We’re going to find and seduce a hot blooded young thang that’s tasty and ripe,” Cara added as she doled out the packages. “And DO NOT open these until I tell you to.”
“She’s serious,” Desiree breathed.
“She’s crazy!” Georgia chortled.
“She’s right on the money and I want nothing more than to fuck a hottie like a heated slut.” Shawna slapped her hand over her mouth. Never in her life had she said anything so blatantly brazen in her life. To imagine, let alone give serious thought to seducing a young stud was insane.
And yet she wanted nothing more.
“Oh…my…God!” Georgia busted into raucous laughter. “I don’t believe you just said that!”
“But isn’t it exactly what we all crave, a torrid affair?” Desiree asked as she gazed around the room. Her hand shaking, she grabbed the snifter. “Do you have anything stronger?”
“Hmmm…good point, tequila might be in order.” Marla nodded.
“Open your gifts first,” Cara commanded. “Then you tell me if I’m out of my mind or not.”
Shawna shook her head as she pulled the ribbon on the bag and slid her hand inside. Fumbling with the tissue, the others squealed before she was able to yank the contents out. As the handful of colorful packages of condoms fell into her lap, she groaned. The large ass plug came second. The hot pink triple way vibrator with pulsating speeds tumbled out next and the nipple clamps right after. “You’re bloody out of your mind.” But the wicked toys did indeed garner her attention and fueled the insatiable vixen that dwelled within.
“I didn’t say you had to use these, but…then again the toys might help draw the hottie in,” Cara cooed.
“Said the spider to the fly,” Desiree added.
Shawna Dupres was more than ready to have a steamy affair and so were the women in her erotic book club. Forming a wicked pact, each was to hunt and seduce a man. The winner would receive an all expenses paid weekend for the lucky couple. The kick was the hunk had to be much younger. Unfortunately owning Sauce and Spice, an upscale Cajun bistro and one with serious financial troubles forced long hours. She desperately needed inspiration for a spicy dessert and a way to save her livelihood. When Austin Tomlin arrived to repair a storm-damaged door, she knew the brawny man might be the tasty treat that could kick start her career and her libido. A spicy white chocolate fondue was a huge hit all the way around.
Austin craved the voluptuous woman at first sight and while she was years older, it only added to her allure and he knew Karma was giving him more than a hint or two. Engaging in a conversation, the sparks flew and they entered into a wild tryst in the middle of the kitchen, realizing they both craved more. Unfortunately Austin wasn’t who he purported himself to be and his secret could finish their relationship before it even started. Then again, if he came clean, he might be able to help her save her restaurant. But Shawna had been burned before. Could she trust this man to save not only her restaurant but also her heart?
What do you think? Ready for say a hot construction hunk? Mmm
Kisses and spanks xxx