The Look Challenge!

Jocelyn Adams challenged me to a “look” contest. I thought it a bit fun and out of the norm you usually see in blog pokes.

So, the name of the game is to take a current WiP (I have several) and find the word “look” in them. “Look” is that nasty word that should be used sparingly. It gives editors that twinge in their eye. I’ve tried to avoid it but it doesn’t mean is doesn’t crop up.

I’ve decided to leaf through Sasha’s Gift since it is the one I’m trying to give a little more story. I found five instances were I used the word, mostly in dialogue which is not taboo.

    1: His potential courter backed up a few steps. “Nah. You prefer to get rammed in the ass more than I do. At least, that’s what it looked like. I lost count after the eleventh guy mounted you.”
    2: Dirty but out of the cold, Sasha spent the last of his money on a few good meals and a bed at a sleazy motel. He hoped to hitch a ride out of the city and never look back.


    3: “Yeah.” David withdrew. Sasha turned around and joined him on the couch. Two steaming mugs were on the small table. Sasha lifted one up for a drink, intent on not looking David’s way. The man had helped him because that was his nature, not because he wanted to bed his lost lamb.

For shits and grins, I opened another one of my naughty pieces titled Beneath the Boughs It contained thirteen ‘look’ variations. Yikes! Seven of them aren’t in an dialoge. Double yikes! I’ll give you two from that stream for the hell of it.

    1: “I wish not to talk about it.” Lily pursed her lips and began her day under Morgan’s watchful eye. She shivered when the heat of his body crossed behind her and every time his hands reached over to guide her work. At least he had put a shirt on. For all his scowls and cross looks toward her, she could not deny the urge to touch his skin. His domineering manner made her try all the harder to get his approval.
    2: The lips parted from hers and she realized the room had gone quiet. Blinking, Lily gasped as she looked into the eyes of Morgan beneath the mask of blue feathers. Hands tore her away from his grasp and whirled her around. Dumbfounded, she froze as Miss Siena regarded her with harsh eyes.

I haven’t perused Beneath the Boughs lately. Looks like I’ve got some editing to do with that puppy. Maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll get it set up for a winter release to coincide with the story.


The Romance Novel Book Club Finds A Home

I’ve loved every acceptance I’ve gotten thus far in my publishing journey. Each one brought a smile to my face. The Romance Novel Book Club, however, just beats them all. Yep, the first publication I ever got and my NaNo frenzy success. TRNBC hair pulls them all in the girl fight.


Because this one is my favorite child. It started out as a giggle fest to all the things I found wrong in typical romance novels aand blossomed into a woman finding that one special guy that rocks her world more than anything. I can’t even tell what the projected release date is yet but I will when I get it. I just couldn’t resist shouting to the rooftops on this one. 🙂

Here’s the synopsis I whipped up for the story:

Patricia has been unfulfilled in her romantic life since her college experimental days. When her best friend Julie decides that trashy romance novels are the key to unlocking the secrets to snatching the perfect man, Patricia dives into a more delusional world of low expectations.

Enter the hunk of a man that waits tables at Casa Favolosa. Matt is the specimen her hormones are raging for. Patricia can’t keep her eyes from roaming his tight physique and plots to find a way to never take her hands off his taut ass among other things. The trouble is, she’s combating her thirties old maid syndrome along with a refrigerator full of premium ice cream pints.

Her own devices plot against her and every encounter with Matt ends in disaster. She commiserates every failure by diving into whatever ever willing fleshy male flaunts his package in her general direction. Patricia’s one more romance novel away from realizing love has pulled a massive wedgie over her eyes and kicked her down the stairs.

After a night at Black Room, a sexual fantasy club, Patricia realizes she must find the courage to go for it with Matt before she loses her one true chance for her own Happily Ever After.

So many people pushed me to finish this. Most of all Lila Shaw. Man ,I have some great friends, don’t I?

Pimp My Book: A Lotus for the Regent by Adonis Devereux

Welcome to Pimp My Book. Today, we have Adonis Devereux, the wonder duo. Their newest release, A Lotus for the Regent. Another hot and steamy tale from their own homebrewed world.

Evernight Publishing’s
Adonis Devereux

featuring A Lotus for the Regent

Thank you for having us today! We’re thrilled to share with you and all your readers our sixth novel from Evernight Publishing. This book, A Lotus for the Regent, is the second book in our Lotus Trilogy, stories about influential courtesans and their political and amorous entanglements with powerful men from neighboring kingdoms.

One more thing: if you haven’t read book one, The Soldier’s Lotus, yet, don’t worry! It’s only 99¢ at Amazon now for a limited time (I hope it’s still on sale there!). This is your perfect opportunity to begin your adventures in our fantasy world of Gilalion!

The Lotus Trilogy, 2

Six years ago, Kamen Itenu was made the Regent of the Sunjaa nation, ruling for a boy-king, and thus became the most powerful man in all the west. But Kamen is not just the Regent. He is also a man who has lost his first love, and he has never expected his heart to kindle again.

Ajalira is a woman trapped, one who, for honor’s sake, sold herself to the Red Lotus Guild to be made into a courtesan and assassin. When war sends the Regent to the Guild, Ajalira’s honor kindles Kamen’s broken heart, but can even the love of the Regent protect Ajalira from her past? The war threatens to tear them apart, and Ajalira must choose between her past and her love, while her honor, more precious than her life, hangs in the balance.

Be Warned: Multiple partners, BDSM, erotic asphyxiation, anal sex, orgies, violence.


“So, Lord Itenu has set his heart on the fair Ausir,” Darien said, smiling as he took long strides across the room towards them.
Kamen flashed Ajalira a grin and rose, embracing Darien by the forearm. “Ajalira, and she is to be my sole concubine.”
Darien’s eyebrows shot up. “Indeed?”
The slave hurried into the room.
“Let it be written,” Kamen said.
Darien snapped his fingers, and the slave laid out everything on a nearby table. “Let it be done.” Darien drafted the document.
Kamen returned to Ajalira’s side. “What is your family name?”
Kamen did not know that name. “I’m going to sign the parchment, and then you will be mine. No law of gods or men can sunder us then.”
Ajalira reached up and touched Kamen’s arm, running her fingers down over his bicep and across his abdomen. She sat up perfectly straight and leaned forward. Her every move was a confession of her desire for him.
Kamen looked over the document, and it read just as he wanted it to: that Ajalira would become his concubine, that she alone would hold that title, and that Kamen would take no wife to supplant her. Kamen filled in Ajalira’s full name and then signed it with his own. Darien stood and hugged Kamen, picking him up off the floor in a bear hug. Ajalira laughed.
“Congratulations, old friend,” Darien said, setting Kamen down with a jolt.
Kamen took a deep breath. “Thanks.” He walked back over to Ajalira, took her by the hands, and raised her to her feet. “I must take you now in the presence of the Lord Admiral. He must bear witness to the coupling, and then he will sign and leave.”
Ajalira nodded. Apparently she already knew this, but when she glanced at Darien, Kamen detected some measure of embarrassment in her expression. He resolved then to make it a token penetration. He would not fuck her in front of Darien the way Darien had fucked Saerileth in front of him. When he finished, he wanted to be alone with Ajalira.
Kamen laid Ajalira down on the bed and pushed her skirts up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy. His cock twitched as blood rushed through it, making it as hard as any spear. He pulled her knees up, took off his own skirt, and knelt between her legs. Ajalira looked down at Kamen’s cock as he ran his hand down its length. She was already wet, so this would be quick.
“I cannot give you my virginal blood,” Ajalira whispered, her face a mask of shame.
“Don’t think that way, my love.” Kamen leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I know you were a Lotus, but that’s all behind you now. As for my part, I hold your honor intact.”
Ajalira nodded, once again tears coming to her eyes.
Kamen shifted forward and laid the head of his long cock against her pussy lips. He flicked his penis up and down twice to wet it, and then he slipped the head inside her. Ajalira licked her tightly drawn lips and moaned. Kamen held his cock there, and though every instinct told him to drive himself all the way in, he resisted the temptation. That was for her alone. Besides, he had other plans first, plans of bringing out the sex kitten he knew was inside her.
Kamen turned back to look at Darien, and the Lord Admiral nodded. He signed the document, rolled it up, and took it away. Once he was gone from the room, Kamen removed himself from Ajalira and stood up.
“What’s wrong?” Ajalira asked.
Kamen reached down and scooped her into his arms. “Nothing. Now we can get started.” He stood her in the middle of the room, right in front of the four-poster bed, and paced before her.
“Is everything all right?” Ajalira tucked her blonde hair behind her ears.
Kamen stopped, turned, and grabbed the collar of her dress. He ripped it down the front, tearing the entire garment in half. Ajalira gasped but did not retreat. She laid her forearms across her naked breasts, which heaved in excitement, and rubbed her thighs together. Kamen yanked away the torn dress and ripped it again in half down the middle, dividing it into two halves. Ajalira craned her neck to watch him, but he only let a sly smile hint at his plans for her. He took her arm and raised it, holding it against one post of the bed.
“What are you doing?” Ajalira asked.
Kamen wrapped one piece of the dress around her wrist, tying it to the bedpost. He then did the same thing with the other wrist, and when he looked at Ajalira again, he saw wonder dancing in her eyes. She knew what was coming, and she loved it.
But she did not know—not quite. Kamen doubted any Lotus trainer was as good as he. Besides, they were all Zenji. Their cocks were not as big as Sunjaa’s.
Kamen’s erect, black penis bounced before him as he walked in front of Ajalira. “You shall forget every lover you’ve had before me. You shall come for this cock alone.” Kamen stopped in front of her and stroked his penis, and as Ajalira watched him, she squirmed and whined. “Oh, you want this?”
Ajalira nodded vigorously.
“Not yet.”
Ajalira whimpered again.
“Yours is the last pussy I’ll ever have.” Kamen knelt before her and tapped on the insides of her knees, spreading her legs apart.

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