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November 2007 - Wowzers—lots of life and writing news to report. First, let me start by saying how wonderful it's been and how privileged I feel that Alyssa asked me to join her in presenting Wicked Escapes way back in 2005 when we met. How far this little baby's come from its first one-page newsletter beginnings, huh? Secondly, I want to send a thankful "shout-out" to all of the fantastic authors that have joined us along the way and helped to make Wicked Escapes into the great online ezine it's become. THANK YOU, LADIES!! It's been a fun ride and your quality (& on-time!) contributions have made it possible. :) Beginning in January, readers can catch my "Lair" over at my main website, where I'll continue to update it every other month. Now onto my latest writing endeavors... After more than doubling what Alyssa sent me on Tied Between Two Lovers, I returned the manuscript into her capable hands for finalizing. It's the longest story either of us has written and I think it's dynamite. (The sex is pretty explosive, too!) Zane selected my short story GIMME SOME YANG to appear in the upcoming Asian Spice anthology which was awesome. Of the dozen or so short stories/bits of erotica I've done, this one is Mr. Lyons' personal favorite so I'm extremely happy it found a home. And I've been busily working away on another joint story with Alyssa — this one is so nifty (nifty = full of sexy, hot cowboys!) that for the first time ever I plumb forgot about my Lair and Wicked Escapes until just a couple of days ago — oops!
Well... the most strangest thing has happened... Over a month after CJ went missing, Mr. Lyons "saw" him while driving home from work the other day, miles from the house. He screeched to a halt on the side of a mountain and coaxed the little guy into his arms (only got nipped once!) and brought him home, convinced he'd found CJ, though he was obviously beaten up and very dehydrated and malnourished. It was dark when they got home (darn time change) and I took one flashlight-lit look and said, "That's not him." Mr. Lyons insisted it was, just that he was so very weak and disoriented. It looked like we had a four-legged drunk on our porch — one who was literally starving. But the more I looked, the more I could see why Mr. Lyons thought it was CJ, but I kept going back and forth. We even called over a friend that knew CJ for a third opinion and she wasn't positive either. After a very fitful night with the CJ look-alike ensconced on our screened-in porch, we awoke to daylight. Now, CJ had very distinctive eyes, so the first thing I did was go to the porch and look in this kitty's eyes. "Oh my gosh," I whispered, amazed. "It's him." Then he turned his battered head and I saw him from a different angle. Disappointed, I said, "No, it's not." "It's him. It's CJ." Mr. Lyons was adamant. But in a moment later, he remarked, "I don't know. Maybe it isn't. But I think it's him." "He looks practically identical." "But he doesn't act like him." "But he makes the same weird sounds." "But I've heard some different ones, too." "He's disoriented." "What about his balls — is he fixed?" "I think so... it's hard to tell...his tail droops..." AHHHHHHHHH! So rescued kitty and Mr. Lyons were off to the vet — who coincidentally had recently done some dental work on CJ — complete with a jumpdrive full of pictures. We waited with baited breath for the vet to weigh in...was it CJ or not?
But were we wrong? After waiting all day, we finally heard from the vet... While practically a replica in so many ways, they did not think this cat was CJ. A mark on his tail was too dissimilar and wouldn't have changed that much in the month he'd been missing. What Mr. Lyons had found, my friends, was a starving, homeless, neutered cat — one with CJ's eyes and markings and colors... but not his personality (and not his tail). Wow again. One friend of mine had remarked upon CJ's disappearance that perhaps his leaving opened up space for something (or someone) new. At the time, I wasn't so sure. Now I am. Meet Tango — Tucker's long-lost half-brother most likely — a purring, wants-attention, once-starving (still-straggly!) kitty that we've welcomed into our home and our hearts.
Whew. What a couple of months. I hope you and yours have a wonderful holiday season and I'll see you around January 15th over at my website where Larissa's Lair will be posted on my current news page. Larissa & ^^^>^..^<^^^ (Angel Kitty — a symbol Mr. Lyons coined in honor of the furry ones that have crossed over.)
Regency-Era Shapeshifter
Coming January 2008
Excerpt (there's a different one at my website)
“Lord Blakely, I have a proposition I would like to put forth to you.” “By all means, please do.” His curiosity grew by the second. And so did the reluctant attraction running rampant through him. Which would never do. When she hesitated, he lifted her gloved hand to his lips and kissed the air over her fingers before releasing them. Instead of scaring her away as he’d intended, a blush flared up her chest and over her face, delighting him, which was patently ridiculous. […] He definitely needed to curtail their conversation. “You were saying? A proposition, I believe.” The pale blonde ringlets surrounding her face swayed as she took a deep breath. “I know I presume much but I would like you to pose as my betrothed until—” He laughed outright at her outrageous request, drawing the attention of several guests nearby. Sobering, Erasmus stated, “Completely out of the question. But thank you for asking. I needed some amusement this evening.” When he turned to leave her hand shot out, latching onto his arm with surprising strength. His steps halted and he peered at her gloved fingers until she removed them. Damn if a bolt of need hadn’t flashed through him at the contact. Astonishing—he’d just bedded the amorous and very accommodating Mistress Rose of the Crown & Cock not twelve hours before. “Lord Blakely, please. Hear me out.” She rushed on before he could say yay or nay. “It would be a pretend betrothal, a farce if you will, lasting only a few weeks beyond the Season. Surely you can find it in your heart to assist me for such a short time? I will pay you handsomely for your trouble and release you publicly from our arrangement after you fulfill its terms.” “We have no arrangement,” he felt compelled to remind her. “But for the sake of argument, your reasoning is faulty. For upon becoming affianced to me, not to mention later breaking said betrothal, your reputation would be tantamount to ruined.” “That has no consequence. I only want the appearance of a betrothal for the remainder of the Season.” “And why is that?” “My reasons are my own.” Stubborn chit. He half wished he couldn’t see her so clearly in the candlelit ballroom. Damn but something about her drew him. “If you won’t explain yourself, why should I even consider your ridiculous proposal?” That willful chin lifted again. “Because I will pay you.” “Not enough, not for what you’re asking.” She had no idea what she was asking, what being near her the next few weeks might cost him. Or her. She proceeded to name a monetary figure that sent his head spinning. Good God. He’d just been propositioned by a bloody heiress. “You’re a piece of intriguing baggage, I’ll give you that. Why me?” “Your standing as one of the most sought-after libertines in the ton,” she stated baldly. Her face flushed even more. “It suits my purposes quite well. And your title, for another reason. Not every Marquis has a character such as yours.” “I don’t know whether to be insulted or flattered.” The inexplicable urge to touch her cheek ran through him. Since when did he care about cheeks? He fisted his hands and anchored them firmly at his sides. “I mean no offense but it is not in me to cavil at the truth. You and I both know that you have no intention of marrying this year and I need someone of your…ilk to best satisfy my plan.” He made a noise in his throat, one that could indicate he was considering her asinine idea, which was absurd—because he wasn’t. “I only ask that you show me the same courtesy and give me your honest reply posthaste.” She looked over her shoulder, as if expecting a dragon to swoop in and steal her away. Come to think on it, he was surprised they’d been left alone this long. “And what is your next course of action, should I turn down your oh-so-tempting offer?” “Sarcasm does not become you, Lord Blakely,” she admonished him. “Do not talk down to me,” he told her, instantly irritated with himself. With her. Why was he still wasting his breath conversing? Why not simply tell her no and be done with it? Why did he long to touch so much more than her cheek? To see her hair down, her dress gone and her legs wrapped around his waist? Dammit, where was his control? It seemed to have abandoned him the very moment she abandoned her good sense and approached him. “Forgive me,” she said contritely. “The stress of awaiting your reply has put me quite on edge.” “That’s understandable. Considering you’ve just propositioned a man who hasn’t the faintest clue who you are.”
CONTEST
To win a print copy of the Lori Foster edited The Write Ingredients, featuring two recipes from yours truly! :-) e-mail me with either your favorite holiday dessert recipe OR tell me which of my books you most want to read and why you haven't bought it yet. (Bonus points for honest excuses or really great from-scratch recipes!)
Entries accepted through December 15th, so get typin' and send 'em in!
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September 2007 - Whew...my busy, happy summer has gone the way of the migrating hummingbirds and I am one worn-out puppy. (Don't tell my cats I used the "P" word, please, they might growl.)
Life seems to continually get busier and busier, with that ole to-do list getting longer and longer. In the interest of simplification and "rightsizing" I'm slowly evaluating every aspect of my days and making changes wherever appropriate.
Fortunately, I have been keeping myself focused between three projects (instead of, say...seven!): working to complete the joint novel with Alyssa, Tied Between Two Lovers, finishing the rough draft for the second of my Roaring Rogues, and slaving to put "The End" on an adorable story I started back in 2005, which just keeps getting longer and longer. GRRR.
Additionally, after much, much soul-searching and phone conversations (AT&T loves us) Alyssa and I decided it was in our best interest to set aside Wicked Escapes after the November/December issue of this year so we can focus more attention and time on actual writing. It's a bona fide bummer to say goodbye to our wonderful columns, columnists, short stories and Escapes, and especially the annual writing competition that was such a joy. But in the overall scheme, it feels like the right decision. And if anyone doesn't want to do without their bi-monthly Larissa's Lair fix (complete with nature shots, kitty tidbits, chocolate recipes and excerpts) never fear--I still plan on writing my lair every other month and posting it on my website.
Enough GROWLING, I'm sure, let's move onto the fun stuff:
Some fantastic reviews have come in for Impure Longings and October sees the release of Candy Corn & Cocky Kisses. Read on for excerpts of both! AND--fantastic news, this--Ensnared By Innocence, the first of my Roaring Regency Rogues, will be released in January, for which I'm eminently pleased (and thankful it's not any sooner!).
And, lest you think I'm too pooped to smile (hmm...kinda feels that way lately, darn it) I want to share a photograph taken just up the street by a neighbor on a nature stroll. How often do you come across something as peaceful and adorable as this, I ask you? And yes, staring at this picture again, now I am smiling. :-) Larissa
WRITING NEWS
v Ain't a whole heck of a lot to share at the moment...other than what's above!
BOOK NEWS & REVIEW HIGHLIGHTS
Just Released
Candy Corn & Cocky Kisses
Coming Soon v Ensnared by Innocence (the first of my Regency shapeshifters) Coming January 2008
5 Angels! Impure Longings takes the reader on a stunning quest...in this enchanting tale that is splendid in every way. Fallen Angel Reviews 87 from Mrs Giggles! ...my goodness, the way the author builds up the sexual tension between the characters...Dorothea is a fine heroine...She and Daniel make a most adorable couple. 4.5 Blue Ribbons Ms. Lyons pens a hot tale so steamy I was sure my computer was going to short circuit. Written in a form true to the era it represents, it was still descriptive enough that I wanted to reach for a fan at one point. Her character of Daniel Tremayne was so endearing that I wanted to reach into the pages and grab him for myself. Romance Junkies 4.5 Hearts I liked this book immensely. Wonderfully written...a quick-paced read with lots of sensual encounters. The Romance Studio
5 Blue Ribbons These ladies do a fantastic job with visualizations...a gem of a read. Romance Junkies
5 Kisses Full of poignant emotion and amazing love scenes, Orchids and Orgasms has earned itself a very special place on my Keeper Shelf. TwoLips Review
BLURBS & EXCERPTS
Candy Corn & Cocky Kisses - by Larissa & Alyssa “Captain Jack” isn’t about to reveal his true identity before he claims his treasure: plundering the sexy spitfire who bashed his pride the day he was dumped at the alter. Forget relationships, Jenny’s trick-or-treating the Halloween party for a cock! It’s time she got laid and the swaggering pirate is just the man to capture the bounty between her legs. It’s all about the booty, mate!
Candy corn and cocky kisses will
be stolen, hearts pilfered. Can these two injured souls turn
their Halloween trick into a treat forever?
Candy Corn & Cocky Kisses - Excerpt (there's a different one at my website) “And you have five kisses to prove you’re worth it.” Brad laughed, feeling completely confident. She was his tonight. They both knew it. “It’ll only take two, wench.” “Two kisses? Why Captain Jack, aren’t you being cocky?” He thrust against her exploring fingers, showing her just how cocky he could be. “You tell me.” Jenny abandoned his shaft and tugged on his beard, pulling his mouth to hers, then she boldly thrust her tongue inside. Hot woman, fine vodka and the promise of sex on the horizon. Brad knew there might be rough waters ahead but for the rest of tonight, he expected smooth sailing. Part of him knew it was an awful trick he played on her but she wanted it as much as he did. Even now, she’d backed up against the wheel, using it as leverage to press closer to his groin and offered herself up to him. Jenny’s body was his for the plundering, the best treat any man could ask for and he bet the taste of her pussy was better than fine caviar. He could practically smell her already. His tongue explored her mouth, his lips caressed hers. If he retreated, eased the pressure, she came after him, demanding more. Which he was happy to provide. Through the fabric of her dress, Brad cupped her breasts, pushing them high as he flicked his thumbs across her nipples. The hard buds rebounded, seeming to grow tighter under his touch. Definitely braless. Damn. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He’d always thought Jenny cute in a girl-next-door sort of way, though she’d been quiet and shy. But after her tongue-lashing at his non-wedding, she’d gone from girl-next-door to the sexy-as-hell inspiration for nightly wet dreams. Then tonight, he…he… He’d wanted to teach her a lesson, get back at her for the things she’d said. But what the hell…she’d been right about him. Every fucking accusation she’d thrown his way had been true. He couldn’t deny that, not anymore than he could deny his hard-on, the way it strained against his pirate pants. Or her breasts—the way they strained against his hands. Swearing, he released her and looked down. Her breathing was as unsteady as his own. Seizing her by the waist, Brad returned for more, kissing her like a man dying of thirst. And she was his oasis. Her tongue met his, dueled within his mouth, then hers. She pressed her body along his, arched her back, trying to reach higher and he held her close and plundered her mouth with everything he had. Gasping, she broke away. “How many kisses was that?” “Lost count. Start over at one?” She didn’t answer, just dug her nails into his upper arms and plastered her mouth to his. By God, he wanted to run his tongue along every crevice of her body. Eat her, explore her, savor every second he had with her. Wait a minute. He wasn’t necessarily supposed to be enjoying this—it was a way to settle the score, pay the haughty firecracker back for telling him off and royally chewing his ass. Who said he couldn’t enjoy it? Because once his costume came off, he was going to be hard pressed to score another round. So he’d make tonight count. Brad intentionally slowed their voracious kisses and tossed his wig-hat combo to the side. He’d had the forethought to tie a black bandana over his hair. Taking a deep breath, he leaned her against the wheel and raised her dress to her hips. She whimpered. “Steady now.” He kissed her cheek. Then her jaw. Then he moved down her neck, trailing his tongue between her breasts as low as he could get it with her dress in the way. Nestling his face down her torso, he pressed tiny kisses to her stomach while his hands skimmed along her back and ass, to her hips, her thighs…bringing him closer to where, “X marks the spot.”
Dorothea Harper is about to
become a kept woman. Tonight.
from Ellora's Cave
NEW EXCERPT - Impure Longings “I am ready, my lord,” she told him, as her heart leapt in her chest. “Get on the bed.” Lord Tremayne spoke quietly and her stomach did an odd flip. Trembling with excitement, she crossed the room while he watched and pulled back the coverlet. The bed was fit for a queen and Dorothea marveled at her new circumstance as she climbed upon the high mattress and over the beautiful white sheets, so obviously new, she hated to wrinkle them. She was actually eager for their joining to commence. What kind of lover would Lord Tremayne be? Slow and tender as she’d dreamed of as a girl, spinning fantasies about her future husband? Or quick and abrupt, as Mr. Harper had been? Or, possibly even masterful and commanding, as she longed for several years into her lackluster marriage? Anything other than the almost-boring, perfunctory matings she’d become used to from her late husband would suffice. It seemed Mr. Harper had thought it his duty to have intercourse with her monthly, whether he wished it or not. More than once, he’d even fallen asleep in the middle of the act, leaving Dorothea vexed and doubting her very femininity. Ellen had assured her most men were not so indifferent in the bedroom. Since meeting Lord Tremayne, Dorothea was becoming increasingly eager to find out. The mattress was thick and comfortable. And she even had a pillow! She sighed as she sank into the bed, running her hand down the sheer gown, positive that even in the candlelight Lord Tremayne could see her beaded nipples through the thin fabric. Should she lie back and pull the covers up to her chin? Unsure, she risked a glance at him. Despite the dim light, his eyes glowed. She hoped that was a good sign. For, unlike Mr. Harper, Lord Tremayne certainly didn’t look on the verge of sleep. Quite the opposite in fact. He studied her with an intensity that she might find alarming, coming from anyone else. “T-Turn over,” his rumbling voice commanded. “What?” “Over. On your stomach.” Confused, she complied, rolling to face the bed. Resting on her bent elbows, she propped her upper body over the pillow. In the stillness, she heard the thump of Lord Tremayne’s boots hit the ground, then the shuffling sounds of fabric as he removed his trousers. When they too landed on the floor, tremors of awareness sparked in her belly. He didn’t say anything else but the bed dipped when he placed one knee next to her hip. Dorothea longed to ask what he wanted, why he had her facing the mattress but when his hand ran down her back and skimmed over her buttocks, hesitating slightly, the words lodged in her throat like week-old dry bread. A moment later, he tugged at her gown, raising it past her hips and bottom, to bunch the thin fabric at her waist. Oh, heavens. He was looking upon her bare backside! Deep in her core, a restless yearning took hold…a strange longing to open her legs and press herself into the bed. Instead, she clenched the muscles of her quim and bit her lip, waiting in the silence for his next touch upon her person. Again, his hand grazed her bottom, this time lingering. His palm cupped first one cheek, then the other. She thought the very tip of his fingers dipped into the crevice between but the action was so slight and over so quickly, she might have been mistaken. Involuntarily, her anus spasmed in…what? Anticipation? No. What she imagined was unheard of. Wasn’t it?
CONTEST NEWS
Cast
the leads! - Winner Announced! Some of the actors suggested to portray Tremayne included:
Hugh Jackman Keanu Reeves Richard Burton
And actresses for Thea:
Morena Baccarin Anne Hathaway Elizabeth Taylor
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July 2007 - What a busy, happy few weeks!
Orchids & Orgasms released in June and Impure Longings, a really special novella, is coming in early August. Special? Yep...it was while writing the beginning chapters of this erotic Regency that Alyssa told me (in an e-mail dated September 2005—told you I had a lot of unfinished stories to work on! :-) and I'm quoting here...) "I am really loving this story...while you may not have received a contract yet, I dub you no longer a critique partner...you're a true writer..." I would love to quote the part where she said how my sex scene made her "stinking panties wet" and the story kept her up too late reading, but I don't want to get in trouble! :-)
Candy Corn & Cocky Kisses, a Halloween Treats or
Tricks Quickie - Alyssa and I continue our co-writing
venture with CC&CK which
tells the tale of two characters that were introduced in
Orchids & Orgasms. It's another fast-paced
contemporary with humorous moments amidst the hot ones!
This issue, I'm recommending a nonfiction book about $$$$$$ that basically knocked my socks off. Knowing it was time Mr. Lyons and I seriously started thinking more about saving for the future (not to mention that pesky little desire to actually pay all of the bills on time every month...) I immersed myself for several weeks reading a number of varied financial books and can say with 100% confidence that Mary Hunt's Debt-Proof Living provided more usable, change-your-life information than any others. While I didn't necessarily agree with every single sentence (I like my books to read like books, not sermons...and Ms. Hunt can get pretty darn emphatic about some of her views, but heck, that just means she's passionate, right?) I wholeheartedly recommend this book to anyone who would like to obtain a better grasp on their financial situation.
New excerpts are below for both Impure Longings and Orchids & Orgasms and Alyssa made me a nifty book trailer for my upcoming Regency (finding historical-looking photos took us a while, I can tell you!) and I hope you like it. The music alone has me playing it every few minutes while I work. Contest information is updated as well and I'll leave you with another photo of one of the WildBoys...not looking very wild at the moment, is he? :-)
Have a wonderful summer! >^..^< Larissa
"Here little birdie...wanna drink?" Tucker just can't understand why he isn't getting any takers.
WRITING NEWS
v I've returned to writing my half of Tied Between Two Lovers and whoo-ee, is this story smokin'! Alyssa outdid herself writing the draft on this one and now I'm busy polishing the prose and hoping my keyboard doesn't catch fire. And that's all I'm going to say. (I'm too busy trying not to pant...)
v To read my latest free short story, No Guts, No 'Gasms, hop on over to the Short Story page (but be sure and come back to finish reading my Lair!!)
BOOK NEWS
Erotic Regency v Impure Longings - Coming August 3rd v Ensnared by Innocence - Coming ?????
Humorous Contemporary v Orchids & Orgasms - Available now v Candy Corn & Cocky Kisses - Coming in October
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BLURBS & EXCERPTS
Dorothea Harper is about to
become a kept woman. Tonight. Available August 3rd from Ellora's Cave.
Impure Longings At twelve minutes past nine, Daniel Holbrook, Lord Tremayne, entered the formal dining room. He smiled and nodded at several acquaintances before making his way to this evening’s hostess to make his apologies. Eagerly he scanned the women present, curious as to the identity of the well-hyped Widow Harper. “Forgive me,” he said to Ellen, with a slight bow, avidly inspecting the woman by her side in the muted candlelight. She was the only one he didn’t recognize and the only one who looked more than a little out of place. His cock twitched, more than ready to bed the lovely widow, putting to rest any concerns he had about not being attracted to her. “I…” he started to carefully explain his fabricated excuse for being late. He didn’t enjoy socializing in large groups and usually avoided it at all costs. Tonight was an exception. “Do sit down, Tremayne. I’m grateful you decided to finally grace us with your presence,” Ellen told him archly, gesturing to the single empty seat at the table, which not coincidentally was on the other side of the woman. “But I’ve held back supper long enough. Hopkins, you may serve.” “Yes, madam.” Immediately, several servants began bringing out the first course. Amid the slight commotion, Tremayne dodged further introductions by settling himself into the chair next to the woman he suspected he was here to meet. And to bed. Midnight hair framed a heart-shaped face. The flickering candlelight from the table caused shadows to outline her slightly angular nose and jaw. She was a mite thin for his taste but any hint of hardness in her features was belied by the bow-shaped mouth which commanded his attention. He easily imagined those plump lips against his, tasting the passion he hoped was packaged inside this delightful exterior. He’d like to see her dark hair down, his fingers tangled against her scalp as he guided her lips over his rod, teaching her exactly how he liked to be licked and caressed. The carnal thoughts aroused him to a state he hadn’t felt in ages. It had been a long time since his body reacted this quickly upon meeting a new female. Ellen had been right. Upon first glance, he definitely decided he and her friend would suit, most definitely. Giving his body a moment to relax, he turned to his own meal. Not that he needed help finding women. Not at all, he thought to himself. Actually, his was a rather altruistic endeavor tonight, if one stopped to think about it. According to Ellen, the Widow Harper was in desperate need of a protector. And Tremayne, recently finding himself bored—if not downright disgusted—by his former mistress, had a vacancy to fill. It was his own fault, putting up with Louise for so long but he didn’t like change. For years it had been easier to reduce the frequency of his visits rather than give the greedy, bird-witted, bird of paradise her congé. Now, he was rather glad he’d waited so long. Or tonight’s opportunity might not have serendipitously fallen into his lap. Judging by the manner in which Mistress Harper partook of her turtle soup, daintily spooning the mixture to her lips and by the way she covertly shot him glances under her lashes, she reeked of refinement. Something Louise had lacked in spades. A young man might bow to the lustful needs of his randy body and overlook the absence of genteel etiquette and mindful conversation in the presence of insatiable, voluptuous physical attributes. A more mature man such as himself, a few years beyond the young buck stage, had a more discriminating palate. Moments later, watching her slight wrist grapple with cutting the overdone mutton on her plate, the thickening in his cock again reminded him how long he’d gone since satisfying his own palate. His eyes skated over her features and a rush of warmth filled his loins. No haggard looking widow, this, as he’d half-feared based on Ellen’s continued attempts to gauge his potential interest in her friend the last few weeks. No, this woman looked more like an innocent maiden than a well-used widow. When she placed a piece of meat between her lips and chewed, his focus was drawn to her mouth once more. Lush and pink, her lips put him in mind of all sorts of things better suited to the bedroom than the dining room they currently occupied. He hadn’t caught a glimpse of her eyes yet but he wagered they were as dark as her hair. He couldn’t wait to find out, to see her in the morning light, satiated from a long night of loving. Based on his body’s eager response, Tremayne was pleased he’d secured potential lodgings for the Widow Harper, sight unseen, on the off chance he would decide to put her up. He’d wanted to be ready. If he could deal adequately with Louise for several years, just think how long his interest in this divine little morsel might last. Ellen hadn’t told him much, only that she and Mrs. Harper had been friends for some time and that she thought he and the woman would suit—Ellen never had liked Louise—and for him to be gentle with the widow and to take things slower than he would with a typical new mistress. She’d also described her as petite, attractive and friendly. Rather a bland description, he thought now. After seeing the woman and feeling his body’s uninhibited response, the last thing he wanted to do was moderate his passion. He’d like to banish the other guests from the dining room, sweep the remaining food to the floor, throw Mistress Harper onto the table and have his wicked way with her. A strangled groan worked its way free of his throat. When she looked at him directly, a puzzled expression on her face, he realized he’d gone almost the entire meal without uttering a word. Gad, he was an ass.
Orchids & Orgasms - by Larissa & Alyssa Nate’s on a treasure hunt—to find the gold ball his exgirlfriend has secreted between her legs. What’s she doing playing with sex toys at her wedding rehearsal anyway? And can he get close enough to find it before she says "I do" to the wrong man?
Orchids & Orgasms - New Excerpt “Turn around. I’m expected. I have commitments. Bradley is going to wonder where I am.” Nate sped up. “Let him wonder.” “Sure, until he calls the police to report me missing.” She twisted in her seat, facing him with narrowed eyes. They were spitting fire at the moment. “Come on, Nate. Whatever this is about, it’s pointless.” “Pointless? After that kiss, I’m not buying it.” Silent, Lexi fell back into her seat. Apparently the truth left her speechless. She wanted him. He knew it and she knew it. The question was, what to do about it? He could think of a hundred things. And they all centered around her body. Nate licked his lips, savoring the flavor—her flavor—that the golden ball had left in his mouth. One taste wasn’t enough. “You got any more of those balls up there?” “Nate…” She closed her eyes like she could hide from him. From them. They both wanted more than just a kiss. Maybe before he worried about convincing Lexi that Linsey was an asshole, he should prove her own feelings to her. She was marrying one man but she wanted another. Him. And Nate wasn’t such a gentleman that he wouldn’t take advantage of that. His hand went to her knee. “Maybe I should check for myself.”
CONTEST NEWS CONGRATULATIONS to Ami H. who won our recent GET BALLED! contest.
Cast
the leads! - new contest from Larissa
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Now when your critique partner calls and leaves a message stating "I've got WONDERFUL news," all sorts of things run through your head. She got a new book deal! Oh wait, that happened last week. :-) She won the lottery--and she wants to share! Oh wait. I don't think she buys tickets either.
So I called Alyssa and guess what she said? Her wonderful news was telling me how much she LOVED the latest story I sent her to critique. Now that's something any author wants to hear!
What's the story, you ask--I'll pretend like you asked. :-) It's my attempt at writing a super hot short story that hopefully the powers-that-be at Ellora's Cave will like and want to put in next year's Caveman anthology, so it will be a while before I find out if I was successful. You know, I often wonder if I'm the only goofball author that reads her own stories multiple times after she finishes them?? At least I know one person--make that two, based on Alyssa's phone call--that likes my writing. :-)
Healthwise, I've been trying this ancient Indian thing called "oil swishing." It's supposed to help pull the toxins out of your body and make you feel like a new woman. Now that, I can use. I've been doing this now every single morning since April 21st."They" say it might take up to a year to notice positive results, so I'll keep you posted. Meanwhile, if anyone's interested, here's where I learned about this.
I had fun going back to my "writing roots" and composing an article about one of the fundamentals of Writing Right--words. Check it out if you want to see how I fit Star Trek and Garfield into the same page (it was a stretch, but oh well!).
Did you ever fly a kite in bed?
Did you ever walk with
ten cats on your head?
I've posted the blurbs for both my upcoming releases, as well as a new excerpt (& cookie recipe!) below. As things heat up, both temperature-wise, and at the gas pumps, stay cool, be cool, and enjoy life!
WRITING NEWS
v I completed the above-mentioned sexy story.
v Alyssa finished her half of our joint novel, Tied Between Two Lovers, and now it's up to me to do my part. As soon as I started on that, I convinced her we needed to write another character's story -- someone introduced in our June Naughty Nuptials release. [She wasn't kidding when she told everyone to start mailing me whips and chains.]
v Finally, I continue putting what I hope will be the "finishing touches" on several other longtime stories-in-process.
BOOK NEWS
v Orchids & Orgasms - June 20th, from Ellora's Cave (yea!!)
v Impure Longings - August 3rd, from Ellora's Cave (double yea!!)
MR. LYONS' LATEST OBSESSION
Does anyone besides myself remember the good-ole-days before the Internet? When husbands did yard work on the weekends and had time to help with dishes? (Yes I know, I'm in Fantasyland.) Well after the advent of AOL and the Internet finally wore off, it was Nintendo and Super Mario, then it was eBay. I thought, mistakenly, that by encouraging my husband to pick up his old hobby of guitar playing, I would be helping him to express himself creatively.
You can tell where this is going, I'm sure. Now, instead of playing the guitar, Mr. Lyons has made a career out of buying and selling them (yes, on eBay) and taking them apart. Then he sells the bits and pieces of guitars, and builds others (yes, to sell). Do you see how he has tuckered out dear Klingon? What's a kitty (or wife) to do?
BAKE COOKIES, of course!
Larissa's Decadent Chocolate & Cranberry Cookies
In a large bowl, cream together: 1 stick softened butter 3/4 cup raw or turbanado sugar
Beat in: 1/2 cup safflower oil 1/4 cup agave nectar (or honey) 2 eggs
Stir in: 1/2 cup chopped pecans 1/2 cup old-fashioned oats 1 cup grain-sweetened chocolate morsels (or 1/2 cup each, white chocolate & regular chocolate) 1 cup dried cranberries****this is the #1 most important ingredient! (the chocolate is #2)
When everything above is mixed together really well, you will have a wet gloppy mixture in the bottom of your bowl. On top of that, measure out: 3 cups flour (I use a combination of sprouted spelt, oat, & barley flour) 1 teaspoon baking soda 1/2 teaspoon allspice
Mix the dry ingredients together with a fork without dipping into the wet stuff. Once the dry is mixed, get your big spoon and go to it, mixing everything up really well. Depending upon the type of flour you use, you may want to add another couple of tablespoons+ to get the right "cookie dough" consistency.
Bake on an ungreased cookie sheet at 375° for 8 minutes. Let cool on cookie sheet for one minute, then let cool completely on counter.
I brazenly bragged to my dad recently that I could make some of the best darn cookies he's ever had. He gave me a hard time about that until tasting these. They really are great. {Regarding the sugar, my rule this year was "absolutely no white refined sugar" so even though I don't necessarily consider these 100% acceptable, they do meet my guidelines so I'm not cheating.}
BLURBS
Impure Longings - by Larissa Lyons
Dorothea Harper is about to
become a kept woman. Tonight. Coming in August!
Available Now!
Orchids & Orgasms - by Larissa & Alyssa Nate’s on a treasure hunt—to find the gold ball his exgirlfriend has secreted between her legs. What’s she doing playing with sex toys at her wedding rehearsal anyway? And can he get close enough to find it before she says "I do" to the wrong man?
EXCERPT - Orchids & Orgasms He’d given her the orgasms. She wanted the orchids. Velvety, long curling leaves, beautiful and heavily veined, like the underside of his cock Dammit! Why was she thinking of Nate again? Now? This was her wedding rehearsal, for heaven’s sake. She never should have allowed Jenny to talk her into using these Ben Wa balls. Her best friend meant well but Alexis didn’t think the balls were having the right effect. They were supposed to be strengthening her inner pelvic muscles for her wedding night, while gently arousing her, so that by tomorrow, she’d be ready to attack Bradley like a wildcat. And maybe enjoy their sex for once. Instead, all she could think of was Nate. Nate, Nate, Nate. Thoughts of her exboyfriend were driving her insane. “Alexis? Did you hear me?” Smoothing the skirts of her long summery dress, Alexis turned toward the pastor. She wanted to whimper as she squeezed the muscles of her vagina, clasping the balls tight. “I’m sorry? What?” Gently arousing? Her legs were slick clear to her knees. The elderly man nodded graciously, the lines of his face wrinkling in gentle humor. “Getting nervous?” Crap. Had she done anything weird? “Of course not.” She shifted her stance and sensation radiated through her pussy. Was that her g-spot? Damn! She had to stand still. “I’m ready.” To get laid. She heard a snicker and glanced at Jenny, who was trying vainly not to bust a gut laughing. Alexis could strangle her. Jenny mouthed, Are they working? then had the audacity to wink. Alexis only squeezed her legs tighter together. “It’s natural to worry, my dear.” The preacher’s voice was soothing—but doing no good for her current affliction. “But we’ll all be here to support you, to make sure things go perfectly tomorrow.” Stand still, stand still, stand still. “Thank you.” “Now, we’re finished with the rehearsal. Unless you have any questions?” The velvety, long curling leaves, heavily veined, like the underside of his cock. “No. I believe I’m good.” Alexis blinked. “Um, I’m good.” Except for the part where I’m losing my mind. And about to orgasm in a church.
CONTEST NEWS
Thank you to everyone who
sent in their wonderful summer recipes! Several entries
really stood out and it was tough picking just one--so
we didn't!
Congratulations to
Pat N, who won our grand prize for her recipe
dedicated to Wicked Escapes--Wicked Escapes Goes Skinny
Dipping!
We also want to congratulate
two honorable mention winners for their efforts, who
will receive their choice of one of Larissa's current
releases or a print copy of The Firefighter
from Alyssa. These winners are: Angelle D. and
Lisa G.
Pat's winning entry: |
For
those of you that read my monthly web site NEWS updates, you
know that Mr. Lyons and I said a tearful goodbye to one of
our wonderful furry felines recently.
Now
our WildBoys came to us from a nearby ranch that has a lot
of cats. Cats a friend of ours has been working hard to trap
and neuter/spay for over a year. So we knew it wasn't
impossible that one of CJ's ancestors or possibly a "cousin"
might be roaming the mountains, but it was unlikely. We've
never before seen another gold or orange cat anywhere out
here and there've been several bands of coyotes in our area
recently. We've been fairly certain that's what became of
CJ. :(
Larissa's
Food & Excuses
Contest
One area that it's really
important to me to improve upon is how long I take to
finish my stories. Yep, even though I had a good run earlier
this year and completed several projects, I feel like that
has come to a grinding halt, due in part to an increase in
some health symptoms (ah, heck...go ahead and tell the cats,
I'm growling already) which necessitated a reduction
in computer and writing time. GRRR. [Not to mention my
typically hyperactive brain cells which insist on
continually jumping from one story and character to the
other. GRRRR.]
