Saturday, December 22, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday
Well, I know it's still a day away but... *shrug* *grin* Thank you for coming to visit my chosen Six for today! I was going to go with another Six Sentences from my recent Silver Publishing release Punishing Santa, but I don't know why something called to me and instead I've chosen last year's Christmas story, also from Silver Publishing, The Uncertain List.
Tristan's job is to investigate those people on Santa's Uncertain List and determine whether they're truly Naughty or Nice. His last mission of the year is Amy, a sweet girl with a kinky streak that will make his job harder than expected.
In the following Six, Tristan is looking for a place to stay for the night as well as determining what list Amy belongs to. He wants her, she wants him and he decides to take the risk...
Little Miss Doe-Eyes wasn't as innocent as she appeared, but there was only one way to tell for sure. "Well, I guess it's back to the car for me," he said with a casual shrug. "Thanks for the coffee, Amy."
Tristan turned around to leave. He had barely put on his coat and
reached for the door when Amy rushed to him.
"Sir, don't stay in your car.
Where does not-so-innocent-Amy want him to stay? *Wink* If you're interested in getting a copy, Silver Publishing has a special discount on 2010-2011 Christmas stories until the end of December! The Uncertain List only costs $1.00!
More Six? Just Click Here for the full list
Monday, January 9, 2012
Winner of Goddess Fish Party Pavilion The Uncertain List Giveaway
Thanks to everyone who commented. I really appreciate it :) Hope you're all having an excellent Monday!
Sunday, January 8, 2012
First Six Sentence Sunday of the year!
Nonetheless, I just started a new WIP and I'm super excited. It's the story of Wybert, companion of Conrad from The Mercenary Knight.
When I wrote that novel I had no intention of making a book 2, or continuing the tale of the other mercenaries...but a few weeks ago their stories just came to me, so of course, I gave in to their demands and began writing Wybert's tale. Grigorii will just have to wait a bit.Funny thing is that I had something plotted for Wybert but as I wrote he decided to stray from the given path and now... well, things are turning out quite differently from what I expected!
Anyhow, my Six Sentence Sunday of today belong to this new WIP. Hope you enjoy! And as always, don't forget to visit the other participants.
She lifted her gaze to stare at Wybert. Slowly, she allowed her robe to slide past her shoulders, slither down her arms, and slip over her waist to finally pool on the floor at her feet. The woman stood still, her pale white skin gleaming under the bright light of the fire and candles. Melassar grabbed her braid and tugged, forcing her head to the side. His lips collided against hers in a forceful kiss. His tongue entwined with hers, devouring every inch of her delectable mouth.
By the way, I'm blogging at Goddess Fish today and giving away a copy of The Uncertain List, so if you have a chance stop by and comment.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Winner of The Good-Show Gift!
And tomorrow, to celebrate the end of the holiday's I'll be blogging at The Goddess Fish Party Pavilion! Come visit and win a copy of The Uncertain List!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
New Year Blog Hop Winner!
And thank you for everyone that stopped by my blog and left a comment. :) I'm happy to have discovered the grape tradition to some of you, hehe.
Anywho, without further ado, the winner of a copy of my novella "The Uncertain List" is
Congratulations!!
The winner of the Kindle Fire was Lilaz and the winner of the $80. GC was June.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
New Year Blog Hop!

Good morning my friends!
It's currently almost 3 am and here I am sitting in front of my laptop while listening to Greensleeves and wondering what New Year memory to share with you.
But first, let me remind you what you can win in this cool Blog Hop! Everyone that participates gets into the draw for:
A 1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire
A 2nd Prize (to a second winner): an $80 Amazon GC
And, to everyone that leaves a comment here on my blog I'll be picking out a name to give them a copy of my Christmas novella "The Uncertain List".
So anyways, New Year memory...The honest truth? My New Years have all been pretty dull... Basically, what we do at my house is have dinner, set out the bottle of champagne or cider, prepare 12 grapes (one for each gong) and sit in front of the TV to wait. When the clock strikes 12 we eat the grapes and then we cheer and drink. After that, it's bed time or internet time. I've been out on New Year's twice and by 4am I was falling asleep on my feet and annoyed by the amount of drunk people that hunkered in every corner. I'm not a crowds person.
Anyhow, back to grapes. Tradition says that if you manage to eat all 12 grapes it means good luck... if you don't, well, no harm done. This year I didn't manage to eat even half of them. I began stuffing my mouth with grapes as soon as the clock started to strike midnight and my dearest mother found my face comical and had a laughing fit which she passed on to me. I ended up dribbling grape juice down my chin and spitting some of it out. What a way to start the year... LOL
Okay, so not the greatest memory, huh? hehehe. Oh, I know! I'm going to tell you about what I did the day previous to New Year. It's not an old time memory yet because it happened on Friday the 30th, but I will remember it in the future because it was something different.
The blurry picture I took of Sol. That round sphere at the top, way, way at the back is the clock. When the clock strikes twelve, they lower the ball and the clock gongs. Everyone eats their stuff and drinks and celebrates.
In the company of a close friend, another friend and other acquaintances we had cider and gummy bears to celebrate the start of the pretend New Year. Suffice to say, I couldn't stuff more than 2 gummy bears in my mouth. We didn't hear the gongs because there were loads of people and we were really far away from the clock, but it was a lot of fun!
Okay, so I've babbled enough. Leave a comment and visit the other blogs for a chance to win prizes!
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Happy New Year! Candyce’s Sweet Surprise finale.
- Dreams of Fate (Etopia Press);
- A Decade of Longing (Evernight Publishing-- this was very special to me because it was my 2008 Nanowrimo project);
- The Mercenary Knight (Evernight Publishing) and
- The Uncertain List (Silver Publishing)
Candyce swallowed hard. “Who, me?” She now had no doubts this was a dream. Men like those two stationed at the door to the bedroom did not go around looking for girls like her. Men like those either did not exist or were already hitched. She stared at them unbelieving. Both of them were tall, at least a good six feet something, wearing nothing more than short red robes. One of them was fair with green eyes, the other dark with matching eyes. While one was thin and lithe, with barely defined muscles, the other was thick and brawny, with bulging biceps. Both of them so appealing her body responded without preamble. Her nipples hardened under the thin material she was wearing and she tried to cross her arms before her chest, but the garment was so short that if she lifted her arms the men would get a good glimpse of her pubis. Finally, she decided to press her hands to her sides, in an effort to control her body’s excitement to the masculine beauties before her.
“Yes, of course, who else?” The first one spoke up. Her body churned. His voice was like honey or melted chocolate; white chocolate. Candyce smiled. She must have gotten drunk with the cherry liquor and hit her head.
“So, why were you looking for me?” she ventured.
Both men smiled at the same time. Their eyes glittered dangerously as they walked towards her.
“You know… the usual.” The fair-haired man spoke. His voice was husky, raspy, it reminded her of the feeling the liquor left on her throat. His pale eyes roamed over her body, hungrily. Her cheeks warmed.
“I—“
“Don’t mind him, cherie,” the dark haired one said. “He’s hungry.”
“And you’re not?”
“Yes, but I have manners, nonetheless.” Candyce stared from one to the other. “My name is Jasper and he’s Melker.”
“I’m Candyce.”
“We know,” Melker said. Candyce took in a sharp breath as one of his long fingers caressed her jaw. The pad of his thumb grazed her lips. Without knowing why, she opened up to him, taking the tip of his finger into her mouth. Her tongue shyly darted out, tasting the appendage. Cherry liquor. Strong hands wrapped themselves on her waist. She gasped audibly when she felt the thick hard member rest against her ass. She opened her mouth to speak but Melker pressed his lips to hers and she plunged with gusto into the ardent kiss. Hands, she didn’t know if Melker’s or Jaspers, slid over her breasts, stumbling over the erect nipple but not pausing to touch. Her breasts ached. She wanted to be touched. Again, the large hands travelled over her heavy breasts. She arched her back. Fingers pulled at her nipple and she moaned into Melker’s mouth.
“We’d thought you’d need more convincing. I’m glad we were wrong.” Jasper’s voice in her ear coupled with his warm breath, made her legs shake and her arousal soar.
Melker released her from his embrace. Taking a step back he shrugged off his robe. Candyce stared. Never in her life had she seen something so long and big and… her juices streamed down her thighs, her body clearly as keyed up at Melker’s male organ as her mind. Rough hands turned her over. Her jaw dropped. Melker was long but Jasper was thick. She looked up at him and he chuckled.
“Don’t worry, cherie, it will fit.” He bent over her and in one tug pulled off her negligee. Drawing her against him, his hands dipping to cup her ass, he whispered in her ear, “it always fits.” Candyce’s eyes widened but she barely had a moment to register his words before his mouth clamped on hers. Melker’s kiss had been arduous, passionate, hot; Jasper’s was soft, tender, branding.
Candyce jerked when Melker’s tongue swept across her folds. Jasper’s grip on her tightened. His hands on her ass massaged the round globes. In perfect timing, one of his fingers probed the entrance to her anus as Melker’s tongue delved into her cunt. She wanted to cry out in pleasure, but her pitiful moan of delight was swallowed by Jasper’s kiss.
The men created a rhythm that tormented her body. When one entered, the other pulled out. She rocked against them, the ache in her body so sharp she thought she’d cry. They’d never stay inside her enough, never fill her to completion, and never let her find satisfaction. She knew there were more than two fingers inside her at once; maybe three, maybe four, maybe even five. They probed, explored and opened her up for them. They made her body weep and sweat for them. They made her whimper, moan and beg and she enjoyed every minute of it, but enough was enough. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed them inside her, pumping into her, giving her those delicious cocks to which fingers were no substitute.
“Please, Melker, please Jasper.” She begged for the hundredth time. Jasper looked up at her. He was suckling on her breasts, teasing the pink nubs, biting, licking, blowing on them until they ached.
She met his lidded stare. “Please.”
He nodded once and relief flowed through her.
“She’s more than ready, Melker.”
Melker stepped away from her and observed her with a cheeky smile. “She most certainly is.” He stroked his cock, spreading the glistening drops of precome that coated it. “But maybe, we could…” Placing a hand on her shoulder he pushed down. Candyce willingly fell to her knees. Without waiting, she eagerly took Melker’s cock into her mouth. Their moans reverberated loudly in the room. She lapped hungrily at the long member. A nudge made her glance upwards. The sight of Jasper’s fat cock met her. Hungrily, she took him into her mouth, opening wide to fit as much as him inside as possible. Greedily she sucked both men, palming their balls, licking from base to top and back again. She wanted to bring them to the edge of insanity as they had brought her. Her body rocked on it’s own volition searching for release as it brought both men to the brink.
“Enough, Candyce.” Jasper grabbed her under the arms, lifted her and threw her onto the four-poster bed. Lying back against the pillows he brought her to him, obliging her to straddle him. His cock was inches away from her hot pussy and she wanted nothing more than to sink into it, but he held her at bay.
“You will not come until we allow you, do you hear?” he threatened.
Candyce nodded. With a small smile, Jasper pulled her down, impaling her onto his cock. Both of them groaned loudly. She longed to move against him, to have him move inside of her, but the dark haired man was stock-still. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt Melker’s long, thin cock fill her anus. She trembled, trying to hold back the orgasm which fought so hard to explode as both men crammed themselves inside her body.
“Don’t,” Jasper warned.
She was barely able to nod, in fear that the slightest movement would trigger her. They were only seconds, but it was torture until Melker was fully inside her.
Jasper smiled. “Now, we fuck.”
Candyce gasped, and then screamed as both men moved at once, one entering, the other pushing further inside. She didn’t need much more. Her body reacted to the celestial feeling and as the men pushed and shoved, her climax hit her hard, milking the cocks nestled deep inside her. Barely a few seconds later the men grunted their release, their sperm shooting hard inside her.
Candyce opened her eyes. She trembled from head to toe. She looked around her. How? She was back at the storage room, the lights were on, but the old lady was nowhere to be seen.
“Sweety, sorry I had to leave you here. There was a customer upstairs. Are you alright?”
The old lady appeared from behind her, the red box of chocolate still in her hands, her warm smile in place.
Candyce shook her head. She felt clammy, feverish, unstable. Maybe the chocolate was bad?
She cleared her throat. “I, I think it’s the heat from the storage room. I better be going.”
Had it all been a dream? It couldn’t have been…but then again… She had barely reached for the door knob when the old lady called after her.
“Here, I think you dropped this downstairs.”
Candyce took the card. She stared hard at the white and red slip of paper.
Jasper and Melker
Double your pleasure, double your fun
Professional Candy makers.
With a shaking hand, she turned the card around. Scribbled in neat handwriting were the words: “Looking forward to seeing you at the New Year’s party, Candyce.” and underneath in a sloppy stance, “In the end, it always fits.”
Candyce looked up at the elderly woman who regarded her with a mischievous smile. “Thank you.”
Noelia winked. Candyce stored the card in her purse and walked out. She grinned as she started her way back home. Guess she would be going to that party, after all.
Friday, December 30, 2011
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Tristan slammed the car door shut and paused to look at the small town around him. An assortment of shops and apartment buildings lined the street. Through almost every window he could see Christmas decorations. Trees adorned in all manner of styles, from the most simple with plastic stars to the most embellished with gold and silver balls, matching tinsel, and fake snow, graced halls, living rooms, and shop fronts.
He took in a deep breath. A mixture of pine trees, burning wood, and delicious coffee assaulted his senses. His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn't had anything to eat for quite a while. He glanced at the paper in his hand. At the bottom of a row of crossed-out words, a name scribbled in fancy red ink stood out. Amy Donaldson. She was the last mission on his list. Hopefully, he'd be done quickly and be able to get back home for Christmas dinner. A couple strode by him and the smell of warm muffins reached his nostrils. His stomach growled again. Folding the list with Amy's name, he placed it on the inside of his thick winter coat and made up his mind. After all, there was nothing worse than starting a job on an empty stomach.
A bell chimed over his head as he entered the coffee house named Sugar, Ginger, and Spice. A delicious waft of ginger cookies and sugary sweets reached him, corroborating the shop's apt name. The only thing missing, from his point of view, was the touch of spice.
However, the remedy to that appeared in the form of a stunning coffee-serving clerk. He took in her looks as he strolled over to the counter. Compared to him, she wasn't very tall; her head would barely reach over his chin. Her short brown hair was fashioned in a cute pixie haircut with long, side-swept bangs, which highlighted her high cheekbones and large brown eyes. She wasn't too thin, but more on the plump side, just like he liked his women. There was nothing like holding on to a woman's ample hips in the throes of passion.
"What can I get you, sir?"
He was pleased to discover she had a sweet voice, too. Most likely, she participated in a choir or had done so when she was a child. He raised his eyes from her pretty face to stare at the billboard above. The little place certainly had a large assortment of cakes, muffins, cookies, coffees, and hot chocolates.
"What do you recommend, ummm..." He lowered his gaze to read the square tag placed over her heart. "Amy."
He looked up at her face again and was shocked to see the sign hovering on her forehead. How could he have missed it before? The black question mark with a sparkling white snowflake acting as a dot danced over her forehead like a luminous beacon. He must have been too distracted with her appearance to notice she was the last person on his list.
"If I may advise?"
Amy's sweet voice broke his thoughts. He realized he must have been foolishly staring at her for a few seconds and his cheeks warmed in embarrassment. Perhaps sensing his discomfort, Amy plowed on.
"The coffee with white chocolate tastes particularly good if you pair it with the vanilla cupcake."
She smiled at him, a pearly white smile full of innocence. How could this little fairy be on the Uncertain List? She clearly belonged to the Nice List. There must have been some sort of mistake.
"I'll give that a try, then."
Thursday, December 22, 2011
I'm back!!
Friday, December 16, 2011
It's a Blog Hop! Hop! Hop! Stuff your Stockings!
Christmas is here! Well, not quite, hehe, but almost, because today begins the "Stuff your Stockings" Blog Hop and there are loads of prizes to be won!

More than 150 authors have gotten together to create this fun Blog Hop. There are so many prizes because each author has his/her own contest running on their blog. You can go HERE to see the list of all the participants and have your pick :) The Contest lasts all weekend, from Friday, December 16th to Sunday, December 18th, so you have plenty of time to participate.
So, what am I giving away and how can you win?
I'm giving one reader a PDF copy of my upcoming Christmas novella, set for release on December 21st, "The Uncertain List". To win all you have to do is leave a comment here telling me what you like best about the December Holidays. (Oh, and please leave your email so I can get in touch with you if you win ^_^)
Tristan's job is to investigate those people on Santa's Uncertain List and determine whether they're truly Naughty or Nice. His last mission of the year is Amy, a sweet girl with a kinky streak that will make his job harder than expected.
And a fun excerpt for your enjoyment:
Tristan slammed the car door shut and paused to look at the small town around him. An assortment of shops and apartment buildings lined the street. Through almost every window he could see Christmas decorations. Trees adorned in all manner of styles, from the most simple with plastic stars to the most embellished with gold and silver balls, matching tinsel, and fake snow, graced halls, living rooms, and shop fronts.
He took in a deep breath. A mixture of pine trees, burning wood, and delicious coffee assaulted his senses. His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn't had anything to eat for quite a while. He glanced at the paper in his hand. At the bottom of a row of crossed-out words, a name scribbled in fancy red ink stood out. Amy Donaldson. She was the last mission on his list. Hopefully, he'd be done quickly and be able to get back home for Christmas dinner. A couple strode by him and the smell of warm muffins reached his nostrils. His stomach growled again. Folding the list with Amy's name, he placed it on the inside of his thick winter coat and made up his mind. After all, there was nothing worse than starting a job on an empty stomach.
A bell chimed over his head as he entered the coffee house named Sugar, Ginger, and Spice. A delicious waft of ginger cookies and sugary sweets reached him, corroborating the shop's apt name. The only thing missing, from his point of view, was the touch of spice.
However, the remedy to that appeared in the form of a stunning coffee-serving clerk. He took in her looks as he strolled over to the counter. Compared to him, she wasn't very tall; her head would barely reach over his chin. Her short brown hair was fashioned in a cute pixie haircut with long, side-swept bangs, which highlighted her high cheekbones and large brown eyes. She wasn't too thin, but more on the plump side, just like he liked his women. There was nothing like holding on to a woman's ample hips in the throes of passion.
"What can I get you, sir?"
He was pleased to discover she had a sweet voice, too. Most likely, she participated in a choir or had done so when she was a child. He raised his eyes from her pretty face to stare at the billboard above. The little place certainly had a large assortment of cakes, muffins, cookies, coffees, and hot chocolates.
"What do you recommend, ummm..." He lowered his gaze to read the square tag placed over her heart. "Amy."
He looked up at her face again and was shocked to see the sign hovering on her forehead. How could he have missed it before? The black question mark with a sparkling white snowflake acting as a dot danced over her forehead like a luminous beacon. He must have been too distracted with her appearance to notice she was the last person on his list.
"If I may advise?"
Amy's sweet voice broke his thoughts. He realized he must have been foolishly staring at her for a few seconds and his cheeks warmed in embarrassment. Perhaps sensing his discomfort, Amy plowed on.
"The coffee with white chocolate tastes particularly good if you pair it with the vanilla cupcake."
She smiled at him, a pearly white smile full of innocence. How could this little fairy be on the Uncertain List? She clearly belonged to the Nice List. There must have been some sort of mistake.
"I'll give that a try, then."
"Will you be at a table or is it a takeout order?" she asked automatically.
Tristan regarded the place. The coffee house was not too full: a couple sat at a table, a group of girls chatted at another, and an elderly man read in an armchair. On a whim, he decided he would stay awhile.
"I'll have the order here."
"That will be six fifty, please."
He handed her the money and walked away to sit down at one of the empty tables near the window. He regarded the store more calmly. In a corner, there were a few worn-out couches, inviting people to bring a book and relax while enjoying their drinks. The rest of the room was furnished with round wooden tables and chairs made out of the same material. Each table held a small Christmas ornament with the day's menu. Tinsel and banners wishing everyone happy holidays decorated the walls. The windows were sprayed with fake snow to form the words Merry Christmas. Soft Christmas jazz music played through some speakers. Tristan smiled cheerfully. He was comfortable and at ease in the little coffee shop. It was almost like being home.
"Here you go, sir."
Amy bent over the table and placed his order. Her breast brushed against his arm and like a magnet to metal, his eyes were drawn to her exposed cleavage. His mouth watered. How could he have missed noticing such fine attributes before? His eyes lifted as the girl straightened up. With a smile and a knowing wink, she pointed at his coffee. She turned around and walked back to the counter, her hips swaying in an indecent manner that caused his cock to swell. He finally tore his eyes off her when he could no longer see her generous bottom. His stomach roared, reminding him he was hungry, and he switched his attention to the steaming cup before him. That's when he caught sight of the napkin next to his coffee. She had scribbled her name and her phone number on the paper. He looked up at Amy again and she smiled devilishly. Perhaps his job wasn't going to be as easy as he had thought.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday
In shame I admit I forgot to sign up for Six Sentence Sunday last weekend! Nonetheless, I'm back today with a few sentences from my upcoming December release "The Uncertain List". Hope you like it and please don't forget to visit the other SSS authors!
Snow fell silently around them, wetting their clothes and faces. A snowflake landed on Amy's nose and Tristan gently swiped it off with his finger. Before he could drop his hand, Amy took it into hers.
"There's something else about Christmas that I like," she whispered sensually.
"What would that be?" he said leaning against the car and bringing her to him.
"Christmas turns me on."
