Saturday, March 31, 2012

Closed for Easter Break...

Lovely people, I'm off to Berlin for a short holiday! I'll be back in a week! Have a great Easter!


Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Wednesday Briefs: Your Hump Day dose of Flash Fiction

Greetings dear readers! Today is that day of the week... Wednesday Brief Day! Your Hump Day dose of flash fiction :) This week's prompts were:

  • "Spring fever or hay fever, I don't know..."

  • "Love is in the air"

  • Use: octupus, Vienna sausage, Rice Krispies

  • "Just a spoonful of (fill in the blank) makes the medicine go down."

  • "Yes, we have no (fill in the blank)

  • It's laundry day and your character hasn't a thing to wear!

I picked: Yes, we have no... I have to admit that at first my mind was playing a very dirty scene but in the end it came up quite chaste. Enjoy! and as always, don't forget to visit the other flashers (links at the bottom).

Sweeter than lollipops

With shaking fingers, Katie flattened the wrinkles on her skirt as she walked down the sidewalk towards the candy store. She stopped at the window, pretending to admire the colorful candy display. Yes, he was there all right. He stood behind the counter in his frisk white apron, blue jeans and black tshirt, taking note of the week's inventory, oblivious to her crush on him. Taking a deep breath, she pressed her hand to the glass door and pushed. A bell chimed above her head as she entered. She kept her gaze trained on some candy at the far end of the store as she stepped further inside.

“Good afternoon,” he politely rumbled from behind the counter.

“Hi,” she replied in a squeaky tone. She hurried to the back of the store. The blush creeping down her neck deepened as she felt his eyes boring into her back.

It had been like that from day one. Attracted by the colorful display at the shop window and succumbing to her sweet tooth, she had entered the store. He had stood behind the counter in all his masculine glory, smiling at her as if she was his best customer. That dimpled smile and merry blue eyes left her breathless. When he cheerfully welcomed her to the store, and advised her to try the lollipops, her legs had shaken. When he walked her to the lollipop section, at the back of the store, his body so close to hers she could smell his heady scent, part of her body had woken with a start. Every time she went to the store, it was the same thing: blushing cheeks, shaking legs, and squeaky voice.

Katie gasped as she reached the lollipop counter. It was empty.

“Yes, we have no lollipops this week, the order hasn’t come in.”

Spoken directly from behind her, Katie jumped. Slowly, she turned on her heels. Roy. His nametag read Roy. Once, she had joked that his name matched with toy. He’d laughed even though the joke was pathetic. Sharp blue eyes regarded her with unveiled interest and Katie swallowed, trying vainly to wet her dry mouth.

“That’s a shame,” she managed to mutter.

Her lips unbearably dry, the tip of her tongue darted out to wet them. Her eyes widened as she observed Roy’s glance fall to her mouth and his eyes darken.

“I have something else you might like,” he muttered, his eyes meeting hers.

“What would that be?” she whispered, appalled by the intensity of his gaze though unable to look away.

Tentatively, he reached out and tucked a strand of her short auburn tresses behind her ear. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in surprise. He smiled. The pad of his thumb stroked her jaw and her breath hitched. Cupping her chin, he leaned over and touched his lips with hers. Surprising herself, Katie responded immediately by closing the distance between them. Roy snaked a hand around her waist and pulled her closer while he nibbled slightly at her lower lip. With trembling fingers, Katie wound his arms around his neck, urging him to deepen the kiss. Her mouth opened and he plunged in. She moaned as the gentle kiss gained in passion, their tongues sliding against each other, tasting and taking possession of every inch they could find. Roy’s grip on her waist tightened, pressing her against him. She whimpered into his mouth as the swell of his cock nudged her lower belly, arousing her further. A bell chimed, breaking them apart. Katie dropped her hands to her side and averted her eyes. What had just happened? Roy shuffled his feet, and smoothed the white apron of his work uniform. He cleared his voice.

“Welcome, I’ll be with you in a moment,” he called to the newly arrived customer. Katie intended to turn around and leave, the nerves in her stomach threatening to consume her, but he was quicker. Grabbing her wrist, Roy pulled her closer. He leaned over and kissed her temple.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.” She couldn’t lie. Not when he was so close that she was tempted to kiss him again, not when she had dreamed of kissing him from the moment she saw him.

“More than the lollipops?” he insisted. She looked up at him and was surprised to see him frowning, his blue eyes lit with worry.

Katie smiled. “Definitely. Will you have more tomorrow?” she dared ask.

“I’ll have more tonight, if you want it,” he said, the wrinkle in his forehead fading as his smile grew.

“I do,” she replied, smiling in turn.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

I see you! Wicked Watchers, New Anthology!

Hey everyone! My short story, Watch me Tomorrow, Watch me Forever is published into this wonderful anthology where you will find 6 other hot, sweet and sexy stories on voyeurism. Catch your copy at, or All Romance Ebooks, among other retailers : )

Wicked Watchers:The Pursuit of Pleasure

A Multi-author M/M anthology from the writers of Wednesday Briefs, who bring you prompt induced Flash fiction every Wednesday. Bigger Briefs is an anthology we began to showcase our slightly bigger briefs. Er, flash fiction. We invite you to take the journey with us!

Have you ever had the feeling you’re being watched? Sometimes, watching can be naughty. And nice. Seven erotic stories from of those who are spied upon, and those who do the spying. You might be surprised to learn who has their eye… on you…

Victoria Blisse: What’s in the Box

The things one does for siblings! Two sisters attend a performance, but the attention of one wanders, and she discovers that there are far more interesting happenings then what is going on up on the stage. Should she reveal herself, or simply keep watching the private show?

Elyzabeth M. VaLey: Watch Me Tomorrow, Watch Me Forever

What do you do when the woman you loves weds another, through no fault of her own? And even when fate frees her from the bonds of that unwanted matrimony, you cannot push your own suit, because it is forbidden to do so? And the only way you can show her you love her is by letting her watch you pleasure yourself in her stead… even as she does the same?

Meg Wesley: Coming Home

Dennis comes home early from a business trip, and wants to surprise his wife. But she isn’t there. And when she returns, he discovers she has a bit of a surprise for him, as he becomes an unexpected spectator to more than he bargained for.

Julie Lynn Hayes: Great Expectations

Delilah frequents Great Expectations not because of their tea, because of one man—Sam Sun. He is her obsession, and she is his stalker. But an unexpected turn of events brings her into a closer juxtaposition with his private life than even she has ever dreamed of…

Sara York: Sneak a Peek

While making a delivery to a guest’s room at the posh hotel where she works, Cassandra jumps into the closet, rather than reveal her presence. Why? She doesn’t know herself. But she gets more than she bargained for when she spies on the guest and the sexy bartender she’s had her eye on. Will she live out her fantasies through the other woman?

AJ Jarrett: A Hard Work Out

Kate goes to the gym to work out, not pick up men. But she isn’t blind, and she’s noticed how good looking Kyler is, even if they’ve never spoken. When Fate thrusts a naked Kyler into her line of vision, how can she help but not look? And wish… and hope…

Eden Connor: Resumes, Red Ruffles and Rain

You never know what you might get when you leave your resume at a lingerie shop, Maritza got the attention of Sebastian, the hot shop assistant and she finds her inhibitions washed away by the heat of his heavy gaze as he watches her trying on her new red ruffled underwear.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

The winners of the St Patrick's Day Blog Hop are...

Hey Everyone! Happy St. Patrick's Day!! Hope everyone has a great day whether you celebrate it or not!

And now for the winners of the St. Patrick's Day Blog Hop!!

The winner of a Kindle Fire or Nook is: Melissa L
The winner of a $90 Amazon or B&N gift card is: Shadow

*Both have been contacted by Carrie Ann*

The winner of my $5 gift card giveaway (decided by goes to...
Susan W.
I'll send you an email shortly :)

Thank you for everyone that participated! Hope you had fun and are looking forward to the next one. Hugs!


Friday, March 16, 2012

Green greetings all you lovely people!

Tomorrow is Saint Patrick's Day and to celebrate I'm participating in the "St. Patrick's Day Blog Hop". There are loads of prizes to be won by all the individual authors and two very big prizes...*drum roll*

Grand Prize 1: Winner's Choice of a Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

Grand Prize 2: Winner's Choice of a $90 Amazon or Barnes&Noble Gift Card

Tada! Participating is really simple, just leave a comment at the bottom (with your email address, please). Additionally I'll be giving an $5 gift card to a random commentator.

Have fun and be green!


Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Wednesday Briefs! You're hump day dose of flash fiction

At last! At last I've been able to write something for Wednesday Briefs! I must warn you, though, I was not in the best of moods when I started this story... the ending however...well, I'm not going to spoil it for you. Read on! And don't forget that at the bottom are the links for the rest of the Wednesday Briefer's.

Have a great day!

Goodbye my love, goodbye

The song replayed in her head repeatedly, the lyrics haunting her as she pushed her way through the crowd. The words echoed in her head as the singer’s naturally deep voice mournfully sang to the melancholic tune.

“Whoever said that love was easy? Whoever said that life was easy?
It’s all a game, a broken game, where you love me and then leave me.”

Meredith's grey eyes filled with tears. She shook her head and continued to push her way across the throng of passengers. For some strange reason, it seemed to her that everyone was going in the opposite direction. Perhaps, she should desist; let him go without a final goodbye. No. The song went along her tattered emotions, the lyrics seemingly describing her situation.

“Whoever said that love was easy? Whoever said that life was easy?
Goodbye, goodbye, my love. Every hello becomes a goodbye...”

She had to make it past the throng of people into another train before the flight left, and before she lost her chance to say goodbye, forever. Finally, the crowd thinned as the train arrived into the station. She ran, bursting through the doors at the last moment, her heart in her throat. Meredith reclined against the closed doors. She closed her eyes, catching her breath and allowing the cool metal to freshen her skin. She was closer. Inevitably, she thought back to their last conversation.

“Meredith, I’m leaving.”

“What?” she looked up from her books, her eyes wide.

“I’ve had a job offer in New Zealand and I’ve accepted it.”
“And when are you leaving?”

“In a week.”

“And you were thinking of telling me, when?” She screamed at him. The idea of one of them leaving had always been there but she never expected for it to really happen.

“I’m telling you now, aint I?”

“And you expect me to be happy about this?” Yes, when they started dating there had been that possibility. They were young, barely starting out in that difficult path called life, but she had always thought that love would prevail. She always believed that when one of them moved, the other would follow.

“I expect you to accept it and to enjoy our last week together. I expected us to live this week to the limit.”

“Fuck you.”

“Meredith, why are you so angry, you knew—“

She left before he could finish. She left with angry tears in her eyes and without looking back. She left without saying goodbye.

He called her everyday, without fault. She ignored all his calls, erasing the messages before hearing them. She ignored all of it, until, early this morning. He called her one last time to say goodbye. It broke her. She didn’t stop to think. She grabbed her keys, her coat, her cell phone and hurried to the nearest subway station.

The train rolled to a stop and she numbly stumbled out, pulling out her earphones. She ran towards the nearest flight panel, looking at the ugly letters of departures, tears blinding her vision. Panic started to seize her. What if she couldn’t find him? What if she didn’t say goodbye? What if she never told him how much she loved him and how sorry she was? With trembling fingers, she pulled out her phone. He picked up on the second ring.

“Meredith, I—“

“Derek, please, where are you? I’m at the airport I need to see you, I—“

“You’re where? I’m at Gate A. Meredith, I—“

“I’m coming--“


She hung up and ran. She reached the gate in record time, her breath stilted, her heart frantic and torn at the prospect of saying goodbye one last time. Yet, now that the moment was upon her, she was strangely calm. Goodbye would hurt but she also knew that had he remained for her, she would never have forgiven herself. Goodbye was the best way, and perhaps some day they would meet again. Perhaps some day, their goodbye would turn into a hello and another cycle would begin… Large hands grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. Warm, well-known lips found hers. Passion, longing, apologies and forgiveness, everything was spun into that embrace. His hands lowered to her waist, pressing her sharply into his arms, allowing her to experience for one last time the warmth of his body against hers. His tongue probed deeper, licking every crevice of her mouth. Her tongue responded, fiercely dancing along his, relishing its last taste. They stopped for air and Meredith took in his haggard appearance. Dark circles lined his eyes, and his usual smiling mouth was grim.

“Derek.” She whispered his name, cupping his cheek to feel the smoothly shaved surface. A glimmer of tears appeared in his eyes and he closed them, hiding them from her view.


“I’m sorry, Derek. I shouldn’t have left like that. I’ve been a fool. We both knew this moment would come and—“

“Meredith, please, let me speak.” Derek looked into her eyes imploringly, shutting her up instantly.

“You haven’t heard any of my messages, have you?” He asked with a sad smile.

Meredith shook her head. She glanced at the floor, shame burning her cheeks. Derek reached out and lifted her head.

“I should have gone to see you. I’m sorry. I love you, honey. It’s as simple as that. I know life and love aren’t easy, but I want to try and make it compatible. It’ll take some getting used to but maybe we could try long distance while I search for a new job, here, at home, with you. Meredith, I don’t want to leave you.”

His voice broke and a fresh bout of tears rolled freely down Meredith’s cheeks. She flung herself into Derek’s arms. Her bones cracked slightly as he embraced her hard, afraid to let release her.

“Of course, I’ll accept long distance and I’ll look for jobs in New Zealand… I—I want to be with you, Derek, I love you. I’ve been an idiot, I—“

“Then, we’ll find a way, Meredith. We’ll find a way.”

Meredith nodded. She smiled as Derek kissed her. Hope, love, a possible future. The taste of one hello turning into a goodbye and one goodbye turning into a hello.

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Thursday, March 8, 2012

Thursday Melodies!

Happy Thursday!

I discovered this song by accident the other night :) It was great inspiration for my WIP. Enjoy!

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

The prompts for this week were truly fantastic but due to time restraints I started a story but wasn't able to finish it. I really, really, wanted to use the Doctor Who prompt...but alas...
Anyhow, here are the prompts, now go and read what those awesome authors have done:

"Love is like basketball because...."
Doctor Who, banana, Elvis Presley (for extra points, work in the word Daleks)
"Burn, baby, burn...."
litigation, sandwich, auto-erotic asphyxiation
"It's time to make the doughnuts..."