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Thursday, October 30, 2008

Trick or Treat by Catherine Bybee

Tess squirmed in her chair, and crossed her legs hard while she flipped the page in the paperback she held. Sucking her lower lip, she imagined herself in the place of the heroine, tied up and naked on a bed while the hero gave her the ultimate pleasure. The hero’s thick cock slid over the heroine’s clit when suddenly Tess’s doorbell rang.

“Shit.” Pulled out of the moment, Tess tossed the book to the side, unfolded her legs, and went to see who had rudely interrupted the closest she’d come to sex in several months.

The bell rang again.

“Hold on,” she yelled reaching for the handle. “What’s the big...ohh!”

“Trick or Treat?” Jack smiled behind a Zorro mask.

“What are you doing?” Tess swallowed hard and laughed. Jack Templeton was her best friend Jenny’s sexy older brother.

“The name is Zorro, ma’am.” He licked his red lips, moved forward. “So, do you have some candy?”

“Sorry, Zorro. Halloween isn’t for a few more days.” She laughed and moved aside for Jack to enter.

“Do you always invite masked men into your home?”

Tess raised her brow and sent him an audacious wink. “Only gorgeous men bent on bad things.” Flirting with Jack came natural. It was well known in their circle of friends that they had the hots for each other. Out of respect for Jenny, neither of them ever acted on it.

Closing the door, Tess took a deep breath and prepared to ignore her feelings, again.

She looked up to dark eyes peering through his mask, Jack’s expression less playful.

“Are you on your way to a costume party?”

“No.”

Her heart sped up. “Why the costume?”

“I thought it would be easier.”

“What would be easier?”

He stepped closer. “This.”

Tess’s eyes grew large when his hand captured her neck. “Oh, god,” she sighed before his lips came down on hers. Disbelief and passion spread quickly throughout her body. One swipe of his tongue and her lips parted, urging him in.

Is this really happening? He backed her up against the door. His body pressed against hers, holding her hostage. His stiff erection throbbed against her knotted stomach. Their kiss deepened.

He broke away, then tore the mask from his face and moved to explore her neck with his tongue.

“Oh, Jack. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why?”

“You know why.” But her hands peeled away at his costume, searching for skin.

“Jenny gave us permission long ago.” His hand slid up her shirt, rounded over her naked breast and teased her taunt nipple.

“But...”

He silenced her with a kiss. Her knees buckled and pussy throbbed.

Backing away briefly he said, “If you don’t want me, this, then I’ll leave. But Jenny has nothing to do with us.”

“I’ve always wanted you, Jack.”

His lips curled up into a cocky grin. “Then what are we waiting for?”

All of the reasons for holding back vanished. Tess reached up and pulled him close, her hips ground to his.

Jack laughed, picked her up while her legs circled his waist. They stumbled into her bedroom and fell to the bed. She spread her hands over his hips and gripped his firm ass. He felt so damn good, better than she’d imagined.

His fingers fumbled with the zipper of her jeans, while she pulled his shirt off. Jack moved away long enough to shed his pants and boxers. His cock, full and ready, caught her eye. Tess kicked away the last of her clothing and reached for him. Her fingers stroked his length.

“Damn, Templeton. You’re built like a bear.”

He growled and thrust his hips against her fist, jaw clenched. “I won’t last long if you continue that,” he warned.

Smiling, she stoked him harder. He cursed, took her hands in his and pinned them above her head. “Leave them there,” he demanded.

Gripping the headboard, she left her body exposed to his stare.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She squirmed. “Please, Jack. Make love to me now.”

“I want to take my time.” He lowered his mouth to her nipple and gave a firm pull.

Fluid rushed between her legs, she ached with need. “Please,” she begged. “We can go slow next time.”

He laughed and slid his hand over her mound before plunging a finger inside. She quivered around him wanting more.

Her hand slid from the headboard. He captured it and put it back. “Don’t make me tie you up.”

The thought had her creaming all over his hand.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Anything with you, Jack.”

His fingers stroked her inflamed clit until she thought she’d go mad. “Damn it, Jack. If you don’t mount me soon, I’ll be the one tying you up.”

“Easy, Tess,” he coxed with words as he moved in position between her legs.

She arched in anticipation. “I’ve waited five years for you. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

His tip grazed her channel. Her breath held.

Inch by every glorious inch he took her, filled her until she gasped. He pulled back and thrust again, reaching. Unable to hold the headboard any longer, Tess pulled him closer and ground against him, his cock impaling her further. Like a rubber band stretched tight, pressure built into an explosive orgasm. Each pass over her sex with his brought her closer until she came on an earth shattering scream. Jack followed, flooding her channel before collapsing, breathless.

They came back to earth, their bodies sated.

“Five years was a long time to wait,” Tess murmured against his shoulder.

“I won’t make you wait that long again.”

“I hope not,” she chided.

“Move in with me, Tess.”

She pulled away to see if he was serious. He was.

“It’s always been you I wanted. I won’t stand to be away from you now.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, her heart filled with love.

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

She nodded and kissed his parted lips.

About the Author: I have been reading romance novels for over twenty five years and writing them for the last two. I've found my muse taking me all over the board in my writing. I'm currently searching for a home for my time travel series and werewolf stories. Two small e-press publishers have voiced interest and I hope to announce who will publish my work soon. I live in Southern California with my husband of fifteen years, two son's, and a menagerie of animals. You can currently find me on myspace and read excerpts of my work there. www.myspace.com/catherinebybee

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Author Interview: Samantha Gentry

Whipped Cream is pleased to welcome Samantha Gentry, author of Masked Encounter, available now from The Wild Rose Press.

I asked Samantha how she distinguished between erotica, erotic romance, and pornography.

“This is an interesting question,” she responded. “So many people consider them to be the same thing because they all involve heavy doses of explicit sex. I believe there are distinct differences between them.

“Erotica focuses primarily on graphic sex with a storyline providing the circumstances. The characters do not necessarily grow or change over the course of the story and they do not stay together, at least not for any reason other than sex. It could be a hot one night stand with the characters moving on and going their separate way rather than the characters "finding each other" and remaining together with a commitment that is personal and emotional.

“Erotic Romance is more than just graphic sex within the confines of a storyline. It includes the basic elements of romance novels. There is the emotional involvement between the two main characters. It may start as nothing more than a hot physical attraction between two characters who can't keep their hands off each other, but it grows into romance and love. Even though there are heavy doses of explicit sex, you also have them making love which adds the emotional element to the physical act. There is character development and growth which includes the internal conflict of these characters. The characters might not stay together for the rest of their lives, but in the tradition of romance there is the happily ever after ending to the book as they find love, happiness and fulfillment in their lives while making a commitment to each other.

“Pornography contains many aspects that dehumanizes the characters, usually the woman, by making her an object where things are done to her against her will rather than a person who is willingly participating in the events of the story by choice.”

One of the public misconceptions she sees about erotic romance is that people don’t see that difference-- that they tar all the above with the same brush—“those smutty books.” She told me, “Even sensual romance which uses euphemisms rather than graphic language and describes only the more traditional sex acts and uses softer terms so that it does not fall into the graphic descriptions of erotic romance is often labeled with that ‘smut’ designation.”

I asked her if there was a boundary she personally would never cross in her writing. “You bet there is!” she told me. “With regard to sexual situations: Anything that forces a character to participate/perform against his/her will, is degrading for that character or is intended by one character to humiliate another character is unacceptable to me. The once often used tactic (I think more prominent in historicals than contemporary) of ‘rape her until she likes it’ is totally bogus in my opinion. I also have other things I don't write/utilize in my books along the line of personal preferences, but don't object to others using them.

“And most assuredly and emphatically anything that even comes close to child pornography is totally and completely unacceptable without exception.”

Samantha started out being published in Silhouette’s Desire line of sensual contemporary romance and even now classifies what she writes as erotic romance as opposed to straight erotica. “I like the process of character development, of the two individuals facing their own internal issues and solving those so they can resolve the external conflicts standing in the way of finding lasting happiness, commitment and total fulfillment (both physical and emotional) with each other,” she said. “Those external conflicts can range from the quiet to the suspenseful, life threatening and all the many facets of paranormal. Sex is an integral part of an adult relationship especially between mature adults who know there is more to a relationship than hopping into bed.”

Her writing path actually began with photography. At one time she wanted to be a travel photographer with National Geographic. “I found I had a better chance at marketing my photographs if they were attached to a magazine article,” she said. “So, writing non-fiction destination pieces illustrated with my photographs for magazines was my first publishing experience. The writing segued into fiction and novels.”

On a more personal note, I asked Samantha which food she considered best for eating off another person’s tummy. “Is there an answer other than chocolate?” she asked with a grin. “Well, maybe some whipped cream, too.” And, her favorite food? “Seriously, as opposed to erotically?” she replied. “I like both Italian and Mexican.” She can also tell the difference between Coke and Pepsi. In fact, she said, “To my taste buds, Coke has a sweeter taste than Pepsi. I prefer Pepsi (actually, Diet Pepsi).”

When she’s not writing, Samantha can normally be found doing photography, working with the pictures, and traveling whenever possible. She also plays bridge weekly, sometimes twice a week.


You can read more about Samantha and her works at her website.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Author Interview: Eden Rivers

Whipped Cream is happy to welcome Eden Rivers, author of Broken Pentacle which was released on August 19. Broken Pentacle is a sequel to Nature’s Pentacle, however can also be read as a stand-alone. Both of these, along with Eden’s other books, have paranormal elements. She credits growing up in New England and developing a fascination for things that go bump in the night. “Everyone needs a little magic in life,” she told me.

Eden told me one way she knows she’s written a good erotic story is “when my husband tells me a scene is a real scorcher.” She then added, “Mostly I go with what I like myself when I read erotic romance or erotica: the depth of character, the emotional intensity, the strength of the plot, the romantic conflict, and of course, the heat index.”

She also told me her husband is her biggest fan. “He reads everything I write,” she said, “often more than once. His opinion of my early-stage manuscripts helps me fine-tune my ideas. My sister is my other biggest fan, and her editing advice is awesome. I can’t possibly say how much I appreciate their help and unwavering support.”

One of the misconceptions about erotica that Eden sees is that erotica is just about sex. “Good erotic romance,” she said, “has to have every single quality you’d find in a strong traditional romance, as well as red-hot erotic love that’s closely woven with emotional intensity, plot development, and the growth of the characters.”

I asked Eden sex scene she found most embarrassing to write. “Oddly enough,” she told me, “it’s one of my favorite scenes. When I wrote the m/m/f/m foursome with simultaneous penetration near the end of Nature’s Pentacle, I blushed as I wrote it. When I reread it, I blushed more. I kept thinking, wow, did I really write this foursome on the kitchen floor? But then during edits, I read it again and loved the tenderness between the characters. The sense that they might be about to lose what mattered most. I just loved it.”

Her most embarrassing moment in real life, however was a few years before writing this scene and included not a foursome, but one other person...well, besides the police. She and her boyfriend were caught parking her senior year in high school.

Eden told me in addition to reading and writing, she enjoys gardening and yoga. As a matter of fact, you can see some beautiful pictures of her garden on her website. She told me that what she enjoys eating depends pretty much on the mood she’s in. Some of her favorite things are, she said, “cookies fresh from the oven, chocolate, and fresh baked bread.” But, she shared she’s also given to “sudden and irresistible food urges. One day it might be fried rice, the next chocolate brownies, and the next fresh baked bread, hot from the oven.”

She couldn’t choose just one food she can’t stand to eat. “First, I can’t stand the thought of any form of meat or fish prepared raw,” she said. “To this list you can add anything slimy (caviar, snails, squid), or smelly (beets, sauerkraut). Otherwise, I’m not a picky eater--honest!”

I asked Eden to pretend she could entertain a character from a book for an evening and to tell me about it. “I’d spend an evening with Jean-Claude, the Master of the City in Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake Vampire Hunter novels. I envision a romantic meal at an expensive restaurant, a walk through the dark streets of the city, and then some intimate moments that would conclude—of course—with a vampire bite.”

Perhaps the intimate moments would include some warm, melted chocolate for body art, and later, delicious eating, because she told me that even though she once had a very interesting experience with cinnamon schnapps in college, the chocolate still gets her vote.

Finally, I asked Eden, “If you could be anyone you wanted, who would you be?”

“Me—on the NY Times Bestseller list and independently wealthy,” she said. “If you’re going to dream, you may as well dream big!”

You can read more about Eden and her works at her website.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Give and Take by Kealie Shay

"You push and you pull and you pull me right in…"

The sound of music reached Lily's ears as she stepped from the shower. She tilted her head, listened and smiled. Shawn had put one of his group's CDs on. She'd recognize his voice anywhere, but she didn't recognize the song. A new demo or album that had yet to be released, perhaps?

Emerging from the bathroom, Lily followed the sound of Shawn's voice into the living room. She stood in the doorway and watched him as he plucked the strings of his guitar and crooned along with his own voice coming from the stereo speakers on the wall. He must have sensed her presence, lifting his head he snared her with his gaze as he continued to sing.

"It's the give and the take and the love that we make…"

His voice washed over her, the music pulsed through her, and Lily had to lean against the doorjamb when her knees went weak. Just when she thought there was nothing more he could pull from her he'd catch her off guard with a look, a smile, the sound of his voice as he sang. She knew she was the center of his world. It was such serendipity to have somehow captured this amazing man's attention, and then his love, when she had given up on the hope of ever finding "the ONE."

Her gaze drifted to his long, elegant fingers as they stroked a response from his guitar. Mesmerized she couldn't help the erotic images that swarmed her brain as she watched each sensuous movement of his fingers along the taut strings. Her mind reminding her of how the calluses along his fingertips rasped against her much softer skin was pure sensory memory. She made a visual journey along his body, stopping to admire the flexing of his forearms as he played, the bunch of his shoulders as he shifted his position, the expanse of exposed skin along his naked torso that never failed to capture her attention. When she reached his face again the voluptuous curve of his lower lip had her biting her own as she felt the heat of his gaze from across the room. When the last strains of the song faded she leaned her head against the doorjamb and quirked a brow at him.

"That's a new one," she said. He nodded, his gaze moving over her face and to her hair. He had once told her that her hair was what had caught his attention with its "wild and windblown" look. He'd even admitted that he had wanted to see it spread across his pillow from that moment on. "What's it called?" she asked. Shawn looked perplexed for a moment, then seemed to remember what they had been discussing before his attention had wandered to her hair.

"Lily's Rhapsody," he replied a bit hesitantly.

She blinked surprised that he would name a song for her… WRITE a song for her. He'd said he loved her, had proven it on more than one occasion, but it had never occurred to her that he would write a song. She mentally rolled her eyes; he was a singer and a songwriter. How else would he express his feelings to her?

Shawn grimaced and Lily realized that she hadn't commented. The uncertainty in his eyes galvanized her. Pushing away from the doorway, she moved across to where he was perched on the ottoman in front of the couch. She gently pulled the guitar from his hands and placed it behind her, propping it against the end table. Smiling softly she stepped into the space between his knees and brushed her fingers through his soft, curly hair. His black lashes fluttered over his icy blue eyes when her nails rasped along his scalp.

"What exactly do you have on under my shirt?" Shawn asked suddenly, his raspy voice sending electricity through her veins. His hands moved up along the outside of her thighs and under the tails of his dress shirt without waiting for her reply. He groaned when his questing fingers found bare skin. Another tremor jolted through her when his hands stroked beneath the curves where her ass met the backs of her thighs.

Shawn leaned forward and nuzzled his face between her breasts moving the shirt out of his way. She'd only buttoned two buttons and the soft cotton gave way to his persistent movements baring her breast to his questing mouth. Her head dropped back as he took the nipple between his lips and began a slow, erotic torture that turned her knees back to the consistency of Jell-O. Cream slid from her pussy and coated her thighs as the insistent tug of his hands at the back of her thighs coupled with the moist draw of his mouth on her breast threw her off balance enough that she propped one knee on the ottoman next to his hip. The movement opened her further for Shawn's fingers to slide along her weeping slit.

Lily bucked against his fingers and placed her other knee alongside him. Straddling his lap she grasped his head between her palms as the assault on her senses continued. He thrust two fingers into her pussy from behind, and she gasped at the hard, sudden intrusion. But, it wasn't enough; those two fingers didn't fill her enough, stretch her as he did. She tugged at his hair insistently, and Shawn understood what she couldn't put into words.

His hands moved between their bodies, and she felt him release the button fly on his jeans. When the knuckle of one of his fingers grazed her clit sending a current of sensation through her, she couldn't hold still. She moaned and rubbed her soaked pussy against the hard ridges of his abdomen as he struggled to release his cock from his jeans. Her ragged cry as he finally succeeded and surged up into her grasping channel echoed in the room around them. Shawn gripped her hips and slid her slowly back up his cock until only the rounded head remained inside of her. Then he slowly pulled her back down onto him, thrusting just before he was fully embedded inside her, hitting that marvelous bundle of nerves deep inside of her. The slow thrust and retreat nearly drove her insane, pushing her toward release but keeping her hanging on the edge without sending her over.

Lily lifted her head and looked down into eyes that were studying her with fierce concentration. He was holding himself back and she couldn't have that. He must have seen a betraying gleam in her eye for he tried to control her movements. However his clenching fingers couldn't prevent her from twisting her hips slightly just before the down stroke. Fierce satisfaction raced through her when his eyes fluttered and rolled back in his head. A couple more twists and he lost whatever hold he had on his control.

Shawn surged upward and bore her back to the overstuffed couch behind her. He shoved his arms beneath her shoulders, propping himself on his forearms as he pounded in and out of her body. Lily arched her back and cried out as her orgasm washed over her. A moment later she felt Shawn's cock buck inside her and he abruptly stiffened as her womb was bathed in the warmth of his release. He collapsed over her and panted in her ear as they both continued to shudder from the aftershocks of orgasm. He nuzzled his face into the curve of her neck and chuckled.

"I take it you liked the song," he murmured. She laughed as she realized that the shirt she wore still had one button fastened and hung from her shoulder lopsidedly. A shift of her legs told her that his jeans were barely clinging to his hips. She hummed her approval into his shoulder.

"It was beautiful," she whispered.

About the Author: Kealie Shay is the alter-ego of a shy, quiet stay-at-home-mom by day. By night she transforms into a wild woman writing of wicked men and women. She is a sex-crazed nympho who routinely holds bondage parties in her garage, owns a Great Dane named Brock, and plays regularly with Juan, her Cabana Boy. She does all this while wearing a pair of red, thigh-high, stiletto boots. Who cares if it's all in her imagination! Visit Kealie at her website and blog.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Author Interview: J.K. Coi

Whipped Cream is pleased to welcome JK Coi, author of The Immortals series and, this week, a new novel entitled The Trouble with Destiny. JK has gotten acclaim review for her hot, sexy paranormal romances.

“One thing I’m always interested in,” I said to JK, “is where erotic romance writers draw the lines between erotica, erotic romance, and pornography. How do you personally distinguish them?”

“I think that each of them represent different degrees,” she told me. “Erotic romance still being primarily based on the romantic element and their relationship, with a higher level of sensuality and sexual language than the traditional romance. Erotica on the other hand will still be about sexual relationships, but concentrates more on those that might involve alternative sexual preferences and lifestyles, and may include multiple partners. While pornography has given up any pretence of an actual story and is all about the sex.”

JK told me that when her son got to be about a year old and started sleeping reliably through the night, she found herself with more time on her hands in the evenings. “I still didn’t have much of a life,” she confessed. “I wasn’t too impressed with the choices on television and I had done a lot of writing in university. I’d had an idea rolling around in my head for a while and decided to start setting it down on paper. That because my first Immortal book.

“It was awful.

“But, it taught me a lot,” she continued. “I joined a writers group, and I revised and revised. I entered a few contest and got valuable feedback. I revised some more. Only then did I start to submit the book to publishers. From that first book was born a series and a career that I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have, but which is very fulfilling to me.”

JK’s husband, sister, mother, and grandmother have all read her books. “I’m not shy about pimping them out to family and friends,” she said. “Then again, I admit that I write on the softer side of erotic romance. Although,” she confessed, “I did get a little wiggy when my grandmother started asking whether or not I actually... and I had to ask her not to finish that question!”

I asked JK to tell me who she would like to be if she could be someone else. “Well, I am pretty cool,” she said, “and besides the few pounds I wouldn’t mind losing, I’m pretty happy with who I am. But, for the sake of argument, I wouldn’t mind walking in Cleopatra’s slippers for a while—before the whole death by poisonous asp thing of course—because she did get up close and really personal with two fascinating alpha men of history, Julius Caesar and Mark Anthony.”

On a more personal note, I asked her which body part she would pierce. “If I were brave enough,” she told me, “I’d probably get a nipple ring. Lots of stimulation and I know my husband would like it—once it healed and all of course.”

JK told me she’s never known anyone who could tie a cherry stem with their tongue. “That’s a really neat trick,” she told me, “and if you know someone who does it, let me know so I can stalk them and find out how.”

One things she doesn’t want to do with her mouth, though, is eat tripe. “My husband’s family cooks it often and they try to make me eat it every single time,” she said. “It might be a delicacy, but it’s not one that I can bring myself to appreciate. The smell, texture, taste...all of it makes me cringe.”

Her favorite letter is any letter that’s red and she loves working in stained glass when she’s not writing. Probably she uses red in those as well. She told me she usually makes a few dozen Christmas ornaments every year and one or two windows. “I love the play of light through the different colors,” she told me, “and I like creating my own patterns.”

You can read more about JK and her works at her website.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Author Interview: Zoe LaPage

Whipped Cream is pleased to welcome Zoe LaPage, author of Shadow Cat. Zoe is now writing the prequel for it, set in Paris during the 1300s and the black plague. Needless to say, both books required a lot of research--Shadow Cat, the Egyptian cat goddesses and their mythology and now the prequel. Zoe told me, however, “I gradually collect books on the subject and build up my own library. There are some research sites online, but I’ve found them less helpful than reading the books. Sometimes basic kid books are very helpful. Plus, it’s another way for me to justify my book junkiness.” Then she added, “Researching the erotic parts? That’s another story.”

Zoe told me that her first love, when it comes to writing, was horror. She noticed, though, that even her horror stories tended to have a love interest. “It was about that time that I first heard about paranormal romance and the erotic versions of the same,” she said. “That’s when I really found my niche. I like to write creepy stuff, but sexy-creepy, not blood-and-guts creepy. I find that in writing the paranormal erotica, my words just flow. I often sit in cafes and write, and I wonder if people know why I’m smiling to myself as I pound away on my iBook.”

Zoe told me she tried to write Shadow Cat as a straight romance at first. It was actually her theses novel for her Masters in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. “It just wasn’t working so well,” she said. “I was advised to spice it up and that really made the difference in the energy of the novel.”

I asked Zoe to tell me about the most embarrassing sex scene she’d ever written. She told me that her characters are werecats—people who turn into full-sized panthers. “While Jules is giving Isabelle her first werecat lessons, they turn into cats and have sex in animal form. Cats have barbed appendages and that’s why they yowl when they mate. Ouch! I had to find a delicate way to handle that. It was weird.”

On a more personal note, despite this being the Whipped Cream website, Zoe doesn’t think that whipped cream is good for eating off another person’s tummy (or other body part). She thinks it’s too messy. On the other hand, chocolate-covered strawberries are ideal for any body part.

Zoe’s favorite food is Indian food, and this Friday she’s sharing one of her very favorites, Malai Kafta. Speaking of Indian foods, she said, “The different scents and tastes take me into another world. I could eat it every day.”

I asked Zoe if she minded sharing one of her strangest habits with me. “I like to hang upside down on the inversion table in my dungeon,” she said. “It stretches out my spine and makes me feel all renewed. I get good idea’s while I’m hanging like a bat, too.”

And, her most embarrassing moment is one that made me literally laugh out loud. Zoe is, as she calls it, “a corporate slave” during the day. “One day I was at corporate headquarters in Dallas,” she shared with me. “I was wearing a long skirt that day and got onto the escalator. Somehow, my skirt got caught in it and started pulling me down. My friend had the presence of mind to rip the skirt off of me. So I was standing there in corporate headquarters in black thong panties with a horrified look on my face, but it was still preferable to being eaten by an escalator. My friend (a guy, of course) thought it was a riot.”

Finally, I asked Zoe if she could get a new writer one piece of advice, what would it be? “You have to write a whole lot of bad books before you will be able to create one good one. I know a lot of writers get discouraged if their first book doesn’t get published, because it does take a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to write a book. It generally takes a lot of hard work and perseverance to get a book published. That, and read widely outside of your genre.

You can read more about Zoe and her works at her website.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

The Winged Man by Jenny Kat Shepherd

Two minds... one thought.

Adrian winged his way through the air, his eyes searching the countryside below. Something called him to this area, time and again. But, what was out of the ordinary about this place? Sheep dotted the hills, lambs gamboled in the meadows, a girl sat reading.....wait.

Did she just shimmer?

A wave of energy knocked the wind out of his lungs and sent Adrian spiraling to the ground below. He had just enough time to fold his wings inside himself before he sprawled on the ground. For a moment, he lay motionless, then, with trepidation, he checked his limbs. He scanned them with the ability that had saved his people from extinction many times over. Being a flighted creature, his bones were of necessity more fragile than the humans among whom they lived . But, being able to tell when and if one were broken, and applying frigillious to it, had saved many an uomolato from detection or, worse, death.

After assuring himself the self-healing technique wouldn’t be needed this time, he rose and looked around. After flight, it took several minutes to orientate himself to being on the ground. Things looked much different from in air, but he much preferred the freedom of flight to the limitations of being grounded. However, that was the price that had to be paid for living in a modern world. Long gone were the days he’d heard about as a nestling, when men and uomolato lived side by side in piece.

The tune from a pipe floated over a small hill and he followed it. The odor of mint rose around him as he crushed the greenery with his feet. On top of the hill, he paused. There below... the girl sat, her book idle in her lap and her eyes turned his way. He began to draw back, but then realized there was no sign on her face that she saw him. He took a step closer, then another.

Her head cocked and her brow furrowed, as if she had heard something. Impossible. She could not have heard his feet on the soft grass. Could she? A suspicion grew in his thoughts. Slowly, deliberately he raised his right hand and waved. Nothing. She had to have seen him...unless she was blind. But, what was she doing with a book on her lap then?

Not wanting to startle her, he called out. “Excuse me, miss. But, I’m afraid I’m lost. Can you direct me to the nearest town?”

She scrambled to her feet and backed away. A large collie came bounding out from among the sheep and placed himself between the girl and Adrian, baring his teeth, growling as he did so. The girl shimmered once again, but this time Adrian braced himself.

“I’m not going to hurt...” He shook his head, surprised at the strangled sound which issued from his throat. It reminded him of the time he’d been kneed in the groin. Fortunately the pain didn’t accompany it, but it was puzzling. Even more puzzling was the slight smile that crossed the girl’s lips.

A low growl came again from the dog, which was stilled by the mere touch of the girl’s hand on his head. With no hesitation, she walked up to Adrian. As she drew near, it was as if a cloud of flowers surrounded him like a cloud. He breathed in the strange aroma and his brain whirled. His body reacted as if he’d taken the strongest aphrodisiac in the world.

Her hands brushed his face, his eyebrows.

Who is this woman?

A thought echoed in his brain. You may call me Laila.

Adrian’s last coherent thought as Laila pushed his shirt of his shoulders and flicked his nipple with her tongue was I have died and this is heaven.

All was sensation. Sinking down into the soft grass, the aroma of mint mixing with the aroma that was Laila. He didn’t know where his clothes went, but her lips were on his cock. A moan issued from his throat and he was powerless to escape, even if he had wanted to. As she slid her mouth down the length of him, he grasped her head. Her silky hair fell against his thighs and lay against his balls.

As she raised her head and began flicking the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue, he pulled her up against him. Her clothes were gone as well and her hard nipples raked against his chest. With a low growl, a claiming growl, he gathered her in his arms and launched into the air. Her arms clasped around his neck and her legs around his hips as he drove himself into her. A sharp intake of breath was the only sound she made as Adrian claimed her for his own high above the ground, holding her ass as she met each thrust with an equally eager one of her own.

The security of her thoughts filled Adrian as she released her grasp around his neck. She leaned back and he captured her breast in his mouth. The taste of strawberries filled his mouth as he sucked and nibbled on the tits she offered. Holding her secure with one hand still on her ass, he pinched and rolled the free nipple with his other.

Their thoughts mingled and, as their fluids merged, so did their minds. Adrian felt every shudder and every shock that went through Laila’s body as she reached her climax. In all the times he’d had sex, there had never been a mingling such as this. He felt her throbbing not only against the outside of his cock, but deep inside as well. Her orgasm became one with his own and, spent, they drifted silently down to earth.

Her thoughts brushed his own. It was foretold a man would come from the sky to rescue me from my curse and that only then would I be able to speak. Her thoughts because speech and Adrian fell asleep with the words “I love you” ringing in his ears.

About the Author: Jennifer Katherine (Jenny Kat, to her friends) Shepherd writes erotic romance for the fanciful in mind. Her stories are seldom set in the everyday world, but in worlds far away. No matter how far away the worlds are, though, romance is romance. Passions ignite when Jenny Kat’s characters get together. Check out the wild women of The Menagerie at http://www.menagerieauthors.com and see what they are talking about at http://menagerieauthors.blogspot.com