Saturday, August 31, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday and #Sexy Snippets: Dreams of Fate

Hello lovelies and happy first September Sunday! Like I mentioned last week, I won't be offering any more Blue Horns snippet until the date of release comes nearer. Since I haven't started on anything new yet (but I've got two ideas brewing- one a regency and the other contemporary) today I'm showcasing the first few sentences from one of my favorite short stories: Dreams of Fate
Have a great day and thank you in advance for any comments! 
#SexySnippets and #8Sunday Sentences  

Alisha fretted. She repeatedly wrapped the lace ribbon of her bodice around her index finger and tried not to tap her toes on the stone floor. It was worrying that any man would come see her at this late hour, but it was even more unnerving that her visitor was a lord of the forest of Mainyu. The forest was part of her kingdom; it marked the borders, but she knew, as her Elven ancestors had known, that her people would never rule over those who inhabited it. It was a free land. It was a doomed land. It was the land of the dead and of creatures beyond imagination. No one ventured there during the night.
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Picture There are more to dreams than meets the eye...

When Alisha, Queen of the elves, meets Lord Tarmo in the dead of the night, she recognizes him as the man who has plagued her dreams. Soon, she discovers that he too has been dreaming with her. The problem is that Tarmo is a vampire.

Afraid of the power Tarmo holds over her body, Alisha does not want to believe that their dreams are visions of destiny. But once they touch, neither can deny the passion that binds them for all time...

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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

#WednesdayBrief: Submission, My mission

 Happy Hump Day! I'm back! As with other things on my blog, this month I've been mainly absent from Wednesday Briefs, but I finished my current WIP two nights ago and now I'm ready to take on some more flash fiction. 

Last time I briefed, I was writing a Steampunk piece called Light of Time (you can read it here*). Initially, my plan is to continue this piece, but today, I just couldn't resist using the prompt  "use a flogger or a paddle" to write a  BDSM piece (it's a shame the word maximum is 1000). I hope you enjoy it! 

 * You'll find the chapters at the bottom of the page.

Submission, my mission  

She strutted into the place as if it belonged to her. Shoulders back, head held high and hips swaying in a hypnotic dance that almost went in rhythm to the music pounding in the speakers. Her hair was wild and untamed, a mass of red locks that cascaded down her back and incited thoughts of them scattered and disarrayed on his pillow while he thrust into her. She wore a skintight leather dress that hugged her generous curves and had more than one man turning his head to watch her pass.

Nathan was certain that she was a Domme until she tapped the man in the corner on the shoulder. As he turned around Nathan recognized him as Master Tyler. He couldn’t make out their words from this distance but he had no doubt that the Dom was chastising the redhead. Her gaze had dropped to the floor and her head hung low; from the outside a picture of submission. However, Nathan couldn’t shrug off the feeling that she wasn’t entirely unrepentant.  The couple moved away, the redhead’s lips set in a grim line as she followed Tyler. Nathan waited a few moments before curiosity drove him out of his chair and down the corridor. He finally spied the couple in a secluded spot that had as main accessory a spanking horse. He waited respectfully at the door, watching as Tyler adjusted the restraining straps around the woman’s ankles. She had removed her dress and his cock twitched at the sight of her rear end covered in little else but the tiny strap of her g-string. His mouth watered as he perused her figure. She had an ass made for spanking, flogging and paddling. Wide and full, he had no doubt it would turn a delightful pink under the correct instruments or the correct Dom. He cocked his head as he watched Tyler straighten up. 

Tyler had been coming to the club for at least two years, and though he still had things to learn Nathan had seen him with other subs that acted more the part. Something just wasn’t right between those two.
As if he’d sensed his gaze, Tyler approached him.

"She's yours?' Nathan asked casually.

Tyler nodded. “We've been scening for the past two weeks." He passed a hand across his hairless head and let out an exasperated sigh. "It doesn't seem to be working. I think she should be a Domme and not a sub but she insists on trying."

Nathan observed the redhead. She had her head turned, annoyance clear in her narrowed eyes as she tried to figure out what they were saying. "You guys knew each other from before."

"Yeah, we knew each other in College. We reconnected recently and I let her convince me to become her Dom. Not my best idea.”

Nathan cracked a grin. “You let her booty entice you.” Tyler chuckled but didn’t deny it. “You know what the problem is, right?”

Tyler frowned, his mirth vanishing in an instant. “No respect. It could be because she’s more suited for a Domme role or ‘cause she saw you do something embarrassing in College, but yeah, that about sums it up.” Nathan turned to fully face the other man. “May I?”

Tyler nodded vigorously. "Please, I'm happy to see you give it a try."

Nathan smiled. "Let's have a word with her, shall we?"
As they approached the redhead Nathan had to reprieve a smile. She looked about ready to bite Tyler’s head off.

"Rhonda, Master Nathan is going to be your Domme for tonight."

"What? Tyler no!"

“Rhonda." Tyler’s voice dropped an octave, his tone becoming threatening, yet Rhonda ignored it and continued to protest.

"Enough." Nathan interrupted, placing his hand on the back of the redhead’s neck. Thankfully, she shut up.

"Tyler is your Dom and he wants me to play with you tonight, unless you want to use your safe word and opt out I suggest you remain quiet."


"Silence or I'll gag you. What is your safe word?"


"Banana what?" He growled.

"Banana Sir."

"Good girl.  I don't know how you've been playing with Master Tyler but to me you will always refer to as Sir or Master. Understood?" He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked.

"Ouch! Yes Sir"

"Excellent sub.” Nathan slid his hand from her neck down her spine to the top of her bare bottom. “What was Master Tyler going to do to you?”

“He was—“ Rhonda gasped as he firmly grasped her ass cheeks and massaged them.


“Punish me for being late, Sir.” 

“I see.” Nathan continued to massage her cheeks, observing her reaction for any sign of discomfort. He glanced at Tyler who was standing back watching them. The younger man raised his hands as if surrendering. Nathan smirked. He slipped his fingers between Rhonda’s legs making her jump against the restraints.
"You’re so wet, little sub.”

“No, I—“

“Silence. I have the impression that you've been scening with master Tyler to play it safe. That ends right now. You’re under my hand tonight, Rhonda, and I’m going to make this pretty ass of yours as red as your hair.” He punctuated his words by delivering a series of quick spanks that had Rhonda struggling against the bindings. She was a fighter and he definitely liked that in his women. Just as she was getting into the feel of his hand, he moved away. She issued a small whimper of protest but remained silent while he searched in his bag. He returned to her side, softly running the flat end of the paddle against her ass cheeks. Rhonda tensed and tried to swivel around to face him. 

“Hold still, little sub.”  He angled her head back into position, running his fingers along her spine, making her shiver under his touch. “Good girl.” He’d barely started with her and already the woman who’d come through the door was changing. He watched her carefully. Yes, it was definitely going to be an exciting journey. Nathan swung back his arm. Swat.

Monday, August 26, 2013

TnT Confidential/Goddess Fish Promotions: Cross the Ocean by Holly Bush

Hello, my dears! In lieu of TnT Confidential I have a most enticing historical read, brought by Goddess Fish Promotions: Cross the Ocean by Holly Bush
The author, lovely Holly, is giving away a $50 Amazon/ gift card to a randomly chosen commenter. 

Remember, the more you comment, the better your chance to win. You can find a list of the other tour stops and dates here: 

Holly Bush

1871 . . . Worlds collide when American Suffragette, Gertrude Finch, and titled Brit Blake Sanders meet in an explosive encounter that may forever bind them together. Gertrude Finch escorts a young relative to London and encounters the stuffy Duke of Wexford at his worst. Cross the Ocean is the story of an undesired, yet undeniable attraction that takes Blake and Gertrude across an ocean and into each other’s arms.


Blake found his guests in the music room listening to Melinda play the pianoforte. “Miss Finch, may I beg a moment of your time?” he asked as he touched her elbow.

The two of them retreated out of hearing distance from the rest.

“Yes?” Miss Finch clipped off and folded her hands at her waist.

“I find I do owe you an apology,” Blake began.

“And every other woman in the room as well,” she replied.

“I am not concerned with every other female in the room.” Blake stood tall. “I have many faults, but hurting a guest’s feelings cannot be one of them.”

“I agree with you there,” Miss Finch said and clapped politely.

“Agree with what?” he asked.

“You have many faults. The least of which are poor manners.”

“Yes, well, in any case, I apologize for what I said.” Blake looked away ashamed. “I was wrong. You are really quite attractive.”

Gertrude Finch put her hands on her hips, and her voice rose with each word. “I could care less what you think of me.”

“Now, now, no need to call attention our way,” Blake said and glanced at the assembly listening to Melinda. “No need to be defensive, either. I am aware of the tender sensibilities women associate with how attractive they are. My own mother made us all kiss and coo over Aunt Constance, and she had whiskers longer than . . .”

“Listen to me, Sanders. I meant what I said. I couldn’t care less whether you think I’m attractive or not. You dismiss ideas and brains for the lack of a pretty face. I think you’re a pompous idiot. What do you think of them apples, Your Highness?” she said.

Blake held his hands behind his back, and a muscle twitched below his eye. “Miss Finch, the title ‘Your Highness’ is reserved for the royal family. You Americans bandy about titles as if a one of you could trace a history further back than the last mule you shoed.”


Holly Bush was born in western Pennsylvania to two avid readers. There was not a room in her home that did not hold a full bookcase. She worked in the hospitality industry, owning a restaurant for twenty years and recently worked as the sales and marketing director in the hospitality/tourism industry and is credited with building traffic to capacity for a local farm tour, bringing guests from twenty-two states, booked two years out.  Holly has been a marketing consultant to start-up businesses and has done public speaking on the subject.

Holly has been writing all of her life and is a voracious reader of a wide variety of fiction and non-fiction, particularly political and historical works. She has written four romance novels, all set in the U.S. West in the mid 1800’s. She frequently attends writing conferences, and has always been a member of a writer’s group.

Holly is a gardener, a news junkie, has been an active member of her local library board and loves to spend time near the ocean. She is the proud mother of two daughters and the wife of a man more than a few years her junior.


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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday and #Sexy Snippets: Blue Horns

Happy Sunday everyone!

Apologies for not posting this earlier but I forgot to schedule the post before hand and I went out to the movies and didn't get home until quite late. If you're wondering, I watched "Man of Steel" and I did not like it, but I'll keep my reasons for another post.

*On to today's sentences! They belong to Blue Horns, a story that  will see the light in the anthology Sinsperationally Yours in October. This will probably be the last I share from this piece until then...

Anyhow, remember Mandy? She had discovered that the set of horns on her back that only appear when she's aroused, were out and blue; A far cry from their natural pinkish color. In these sentences, a few weeks have passed since her discovery. Mandy visits her usual demon doctor and he gives her some bad news...

#SexySnippets and #8Sunday Sentences  

“Blue Horns is an ailment common to succubae and incubi.” He paused, appearing to collect his thoughts.
 “Unlike humans, demons can go centuries without the need to mate and procreate. As you know, we are long lived. Succubi and Incubi specially, have a hard time figuring out when to mate. They feed on sex and the emotions those relationships produce so nature gave them a hand. When the time comes for them to find a mate and settle down, Blue Horns appear. The condition spreads slowly, starting out with a light blue and finally reaching a midnight blue in its final stages.”

*The sentences have been modified from their original version to fit the Sunday guidelines.

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Saturday, August 17, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday and #Sexy Snippets: Blue Horns

Happy Sunday!

Last week I introduced you to the heroine of my story, Blue Horns, which will see the light in the anthology Sinsperationally Yours sometime in September or October. Today's snippet gives you an insight on the story's title. *smile*

#SexySnippets and #8Sunday Sentences  


That was definitely not normal. She shoved the clothes back into the closet, before re-assuming her position in front of the full-length mirror. Tentatively she touched her back. She flinched even though the slight caress of her fingers didn’t hurt her. Her breathing quickened.

“This is absurdly not normal.” Her spine was blue. The inch long horns that materialized when she was aroused were all out and shining blue like the sky on an early spring morning. 

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Friday, August 16, 2013

TnT Confidential.... YOU! Call out for authors

TnT Confidential 

Hi Lovelies,

as you've probably noticed  TnT Confidential posts this month have been mainly absent. With my grandma visiting, the summer holidays and such, I haven't gotten any guests lined up.

If you're an author with a a new or old release, that is looking to promote it with a guest post, interview, recipe or whatever else you can think of, drop me an email. I'm looking to fill the remaining Tuesday's and Thursday's in August as well as my September calendar.

If interested email me at: elyzabethmvaley [at] gmail [dot] com

Looking forward to hearing from you!

Elyzabeth :-)

Monday, August 12, 2013

TnT Confidential / Goddess Fish Promotions : From the Ashes by Daisy Harris

Hi lovelies! Today's TnT Confidential post is part of the Goddess Fish Promotion tour of From the Ashes by Daisy Harris. 

Daisy is giving away a $20 gift card to Starbucks to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour! 

As always, remember that if you follow the tour and comment in more than one blog you'll have a better change to win. Tour dates can be found Here. 

From the Ashes
by Daisy Harris


When an accident burns down Jesse’s apartment, he’s left broke and homeless, with a giant dog and a college schedule he can’t afford to maintain. And no family who’s willing to take him in.

Lucky for him, a sexy fireman offers him a place to stay. The drawback? The fireman’s big Latino family lives next door, and they don’t know their son is gay.

Tomas’s parents made their way in America with hard work and by accepting help when it was offered, so he won’t let Jesse drop out of school just so he can afford a place to live. Besides, Jesse’s the perfect roommate—funny, sweet and breathtakingly cute. He climbs into Tomas’s bed and tugs at his heart. Until Jesse starts pushing for more.

Their passion enflames their bodies but threatens to crush Tomas’s family. Tomas is willing to fight for Jesse, but after losing everything, Jesse isn’t sure he can bear to risk his one remaining possession—his heart.

Warning: Contains an angry older brother, judgmental best friends, a slobbering bull mastiff, and enough red-hot gay loving to make a porn star blush.



The gay guys Tomas hooked up with never seemed to find what he did to them demeaning, but he’d been raised to believe it was.

That was fine when it came to hookups at strange bars in the city, but the kid curled up on his couch watching television wasn’t like those guys. He was sweet and had had a tough time. He didn’t deserve to be treated the way Tomas treated men, even if Jesse thought that’s what he wanted.

By the time he pushed open the door from his bedroom into the living room, Jesse had twisted into the fetal position on the couch, and fallen asleep.

“Jess?” Tomas touched his arm, trying to shake him awake. He needed to get Jesse off the couch long enough to unfold it into a bed.

“Hmm?” Jesse flopped onto his other side, almost falling off in the process.

Tomas shook his head. “All right.” He went to the other side of the loveseat and worked his arms under Jesse’s knees and shoulders. “Up you go.” He lifted.

Waking up, Jesse wrapped his arms around Tomas’s neck.

He smelled like soap from Tomas’s shower, overlaid on the scent of ashes. Jesse pressed a kiss into his shoulder.

“You can take my bed tonight,” Tomas whispered. He tried to ignore the throbbing in his belly and the urge to set Jesse down and lie on top of him.

When he laid Jesse on the bed, Jesse didn’t let go. “I could be rocking your world right now,” Jesse breathed in his ear.

Soundlessly, Tomas gasped. He couldn’t leave the circle of Jesse’s arms. Jesse was stronger than he realized, and in that moment, Tomas was far too weak.


About the author

Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she's never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.

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