Cabal Story part Four!

This month the Cabal is posting a story...but you wouldn't expect a regular story from US, would yah? Nope...we're each writing a bit, so no one knows WHERE this'll go! The first part is here and the second part is here. And part three is here. Below is part four!

Ryan was hard. She had a way of doing that do him even when she was pissed. In fact, when angry, she was so much more exciting. He maybe one sick fuck, but Antoinette came a close second. Shit his balls ached and his dick was near to bursting.

He smiled. She thought she had the upper hand but it was he that had orchestrated this whole game. Grovelling into the phone had been hard, but necessary.

He made his way through the maze of cubicles to the management offices and the executive bathroom. It was risky, but the reward could be worth it. He strode like he had purpose and after a quick glance up and down the opulent hall, he opened the outer door, slipped inside and closed it quietly behind him.

A smile curved his lips when he heard heels clicking on the marble floor inside the restroom. Those definitely weren’t Gucci loafers. She was inside and up to something.

Ryan pushed the door open, and with a soft whoosh it shut behind him. He turned and gazed around. Empty except for a bag on the counter by the sink. He held his breath and tip toed over to it. He felt like a dumb ass walking so stealthily but something made him hold his breath, as if he were waiting for the boogey man to jump out at him.

Reaching his hand out, he fingered the zipper and pulled. It let go like gun shots in the quiet room, stepping closer he leaned over to look inside when the slam of a door scared the crap out of him. He jumped and spun around trying to figure out how he would explain his presence in this room that was off limits to office staff.

“Holy fuck!” He choked and his eyes bugged out of his head. Ryan couldn’t decide if he was going straight to hell or on the first flight to heaven.

Oh, I wonder what happened? Stay tuned....

The Knob Awards

The what awards you ask? The Knob Awards! This is the month of *awards* topic. I give my first Knob award to our Cabal calendar planner for planning said topics. No really, I like having these topics even if they twist your brain up trying to think of what to write.

So, we've all been knobs at some point in time. Come on...you know you have! How about we have a Knob competition? You think about the dumb things you've done that would win you the Outstanding Knob Award. Comment below and the dumbest will receive a virtual Knob Award and a shout out on my blog.

I'm not shy to share a few of my highlights of being a knob. And trust me, I have plenty.

1. Breaking my kitchen light because a piece of paper got caught under my mouse and I whipped it good, my hand smashing the light.

2. Having a bit too much Jack while trying to finish my latest menage story and *somehow* sent the contents of the glass flying all over my computer case. At least I had the sense to knock it away from the laptop. I did finish the story btw and an excerpt is below.

3. Being far too animated at dinner one night and using my hands to elaborate, knocking a wine glass over but being swift enough to set it right but not before a blast of red wine hit the wall and everyone wondered just wtf happened and how the wine got there. Led to much hilarity.

4. Not learning that my Croc flip flops are slippery on mud. Twice.

.... and the list could go on.

Anyone that can top these boner moves I bow down to and will happily bestow the Knob Award upon thee.

An unedited mini excerpt from Double the Pleasure (working title)

Heat flushed her cheeks and her nipples hardened whenever she thought about him. He didn’t even have to touch her and she wet her panties for him. Her pussy throbbed and she nearly swallowed her tongue when he glanced at her.. Had she moaned or something?

His blue eyes, so like the tropical sea across the beach, imprisoned her and she didn’t move. A slow, lazy smile widened his lips.

“Thinking about me?” His voice was just as slow and sultry as his smile, with a deep timbre that wrapped around her like hot honey.

“Uhm, maybe.” Faye squeaked and then tried to clear her throat gracefully.

“Tell me. If you were thinking about me and all the things you want me to do to you, I’d like to hear them.” Vance carried on slicing the papaya in front of him as if they hadn’t even spoken. His hands, large and tanned, handled the soft flesh with just as much care as he handled her.

She watched him, licked her lips and boiled inside. The Florida heat, only slightly tempered by the Gulf breeze blowing in off the sparkling waters, swept over her skin like a soft wet tongue.

His tongue.

In the Moment

I used to be someone that had to have everything planned. Right down to the dot. Over the last 10 years (since my divorce) that has all changed. I try to roll with it, go with the flow, take each day as it comes. It can be hard at times but I have learned that usually the best times are spontaneous ones. It was a hard thing to do - not hang on too tight to anything. Meat Man had a lot to do with this new outlook :)
Right now, I'm south, on North Captiva Island. This trip was planned about two weeks ago and a lot of little hurdles kept us on our toes. Even the huge snowstorm we had in Ontario and through to the coast caused havoc. Our flight was cancelled twice but we finally got out. Even best laid plans get screwed up.
2013? What I'm looking forward to? The only thing planned right now is Romanticon in October. I'm definitely looking forward to that.
AND, I hope there will be more books, more sales, news on a couple of projects. Three releases will be coming up for me over the next month or so. I love new releases.
But for now, this week, I'm enjoying each sunny day that comes and will wish for sun and no rain.
Honey Hotness, out.

Sticky Sweet on Honey Hotness

Honey Hotness checking in. Yep that’s me. I’ll be here on the Cabal blog the 2nd Monday of each month. Same bat time, same bat channel – oh oh, did that give away my age? How many folk remember that expression? 

You may be wondering how we all got our own unique Cabal names? Maybe some have shared or not, but I’ll bet you could work it out of us. That is if you want to. Maybe if you corner one of us at Romanticon this year, coerced us somehow, we might give it up.  Or, ply us with drinks, which could work a little better as we might like the coercion a little bit too much. Rest assured, The Cabal of Hotness will be in full force at the conference this year.

Oh, did I mention I’m also an Angel? That name was bestowed upon all of us in the stable of my Ellora’s Cave editor, Grace. I lurve her. She is my girl crush. So not only am I Honey Hotness, I’m an Angel too *blinks innocently* This pic is yours truly and taken at Romanticon12 - not the best angle of the Angel, but it'll do. Notice the angel wings? So do angel wings and hot, sticky honey go together?

I am a mama, of two early twenty something, gorgeous men. Wow, weird to think of my baby boys as men, but they certainly are. Yes, I love my offspring dearly, they know what I write and haven’t asked to read anything. They could find it if they really wanted to and I'm glad they don't. They tell me they don’t want to know the sexual workings of their mother’s mind. But they do hope I get rich. So do I but I’m not holding my breath lol.

It’s quite possible, I’m the Cabal matriarch. Remember though, being older also means wiser, experienced, and .... best leave it at that I think. Find me at Romanticon and we can discuss this in deeper detail. If you’re a Caveman, come on over big boy.

Who belongs to this back?

January 4 my tenth book came out. Plus One with Ellora’s Cave. A smexy ménage which took some research to get the details right. If you want to know what kind of research, you gotta read the book.  I do believe my editor was a little O_o when she read it. I’m also published with Sybarite Seductions and Lyrical Press. My books are contemporary that should please the foodie, cowboy lover, threesome dreamer and the naughty of bdsm, voyeurism, and femdom. 

The Cabal has a flurry of great books with great authors coming up. I’m thrilled to be part of such an awesome group of authors. We met at Romanticon12 and realized there was a unique specialness to us all. We came together and stuck...yes like sticky honey :)  My contribution is in Fondled and Gobbled: Going Back for Seconds. Keep ‘em Coming. In my story, a certain Ellora's Cave Caveman was my inspiration for one of the characters. Can you tell who he is by looking at the pic above? The next anthology I hope will have my dream lover story in it. So stay tuned.

By-the-by...I totally agree with Bootay Hotness that ice is best in a glass of rum rather than underfoot. 

Here's a snippet from Keep em' Coming:

Ravyn’s head was spinning. She had used her boobs to get on stage and now she stood here in her bra and tight jeans about the get a lap dance. Penis. Cock. Schlong. Dong. Dick. Oh god...Cockzilla! would be dangled, wiggled and flapped in her face. Could she survive it?

Yes, she would. The penis is her friend.

Steve and Nick prowled up to her and she swore she could hear them growl low in their throats. Ravyn purred and stared back at them, her dark hair falling over her face. She began to tremble and the closer they got to her the more she shook with anticipation. Within seconds she was meat in a man sandwich.

  

For a taste of Plus One, my most recent release....here's a temptation:

A girls’ night out for a pole dance workshop at her friend’s upscale sex club takes a wild turn for normally timid Karen. She knew what to expect, but not how far she’d be willing to go.
Rob comes to Desire After Dark as a plus one. His only expectation is visual stimulation, not participation. But that soon changes when he spots the buttoned-up-to-there beauty hanging around on the sidelines.
Thrown together, Karen and Rob find the sexual heat between them undeniable. Surrounded by twosomes and moresomes, they step on an unexpected and steamy path. But when another joins in, they have a plus one of their own.

An Exotika ® erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

 

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