U is for Unbridled Passion on the A-Z Challenge

Unbridled Passion:
by definition, rampant, unchecked, uncontrolled, 
lust, rage, or fervor.
Let's have fun and with a picture book post today, just for kicks...

Come into my heart,

dear one,

Fill it with the warmth 

of your love,

Brighten my days with 

your sunny smile,

And fill my nights with 

unbridled passion.

-an excerpt from Sheryl Walton's poem 

Secret Lover-

Fiery Artistic Passion








Amazon Dungeon Passion  
(notice the "O" face and the hand on her breast.

Taylor Passion, 
one type at least <wink>

Equine and humorous passion

Deep woods doing it like rabbits, passion

Angry Green Passion

T is for Tony Rossi, my very first hero on the A-Z Challenge and Wicked Wanton Wednesday.

Wicked Wanton Wednesday has been preempted by the A-Z Spanking Challenge this month, although I have carved out some time for a few guest author posts.  Today, its just me and I decided to go old school with an excerpt from my very first book, Captain My Captain, published in April 2013 by Blushing Books.  In this scene, we go back to where it all started, with Megan meeting her Captain and literally falling for him on the spot. 

Captain My Captain

Club Decadence, Book 1

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of bright red hair. Hoping it was Regan, she turned, but was again bumped from behind.  Like a pinball off a flipper, she careened forward, flying headlong into the man seated at the end of Regan’s large sectional couch.  Horrified, she found herself ass up over a pair of hard thighs, her face planted solidly in the lap of the woman seated next to him.  Temporarily paralyzed with mortification, she lay there with something hard digging into her right breast and something cold and wet seeping through her blouse, clear through her bra.

“Good god, what next?” She moaned aloud.  Would this nightmare evening never end?

Chilled, soaked to the skin, uncomfortable and completely humiliated, she struggled to get up but froze as a warm hand glided over her thigh.  It slid up and cupped her lower cheek, exposed where her skirt had ridden up during her fall.  Fingers squeezing her ass snapped her out of her daze as she squirmed and wiggled on his lap, desperately trying to get out of the most embarrassing position of her life.  Unfortunately, as she pushed up from the man’s lap, her right hand connected with his thigh where the liquid had soaked his jeans.  It slipped, sending her weight sliding sideways and her elbow dug sharply into his zippered fly. 

The hand on her bottom gripped her harder as he sucked in a deep breath and groaned.  His other hand went to her shoulder and he rolled her off his lap in an act of self-preservation.  Although he was obviously in pain, he still managed to slide Megan down his legs safely, despite landing in an ungraceful sprawl at his feet.  Her skirt rode up further to bunch at her waist and her thighs splayed wide open as one of her stiletto’s twisted in the afghan that was draped over the arm of the couch.  As luck would have it, her other shoe flipped up in the air and she watched in horror as it flew end over end and landed—unbelievably, spiked heel down—directly on the man’s crotch.  This elicited another groan and a loud “fuck” was uttered by Megan’s unwitting target. 

Amazon cover, the original sent
poor Captain to the dungeon.

She stared numbly at her unlikely weapon, a red, peep-toed, faux alligator pump.  Swallowing with an audible gulp, her eyes slowly rose to look at her victim.  Poor injured, cursing man.  Her eyes traveled over his saturated jeans to the soaked dark green fabric of the shirt that clung, like a second skin, to one of the best sets of washboard abs she had ever laid eyes on.  His firm jawline was clenched tightly and covered with a dark five o’clock shadow, which she instantly recognized.  Her eyes flew up, over the hard line of his tightly pressed lips to the clearly irritated expression.  There was no mistaking the intimidating scowl of ex-Army Special Forces Captain, Tony “Cap” Rossi or the fact that he was obviously pissed at being on the receiving end of her unwanted attention.  

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S is for Shibari on the A-Z Challenge

Yesterday was Ropes.  I figured I'd continue the theme today with S of Shibari.  

In this scene, Jonas and Lexie are exploring the depths of their very new relationship.  There chemistry was instant, their interests in ropes, bondage, and dominance and submission in sync, it seems too good to be true and Lexie is a bit anxious that is all going to fast.  Of course, Jonas is there to convince her to take a chance.  

Unbind My Heart

Club Decadence, Book 4

 Shibari will bring us even closer together and be a giant step toward a more sensual relationship, ultimately easing you into the BDSM lifestyle, as well.” 

Jonas’ words and his thumb grazing along her lower lip had her melting.  His touch was magnetic, and she seemed to be pulled closer, the attraction irresistible, his lips compelling. 

“It will be an exciting and very satisfying journey for us both.  Does that sound like something you’d like?”

“Yes, Jonas, I think I’d like that very much.” 

“Excellent.  That means as of now, I am your Sensei and you are my dorei.”

“That’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

“Literally, it means slave.  In the western world of Shibari, it means rope slave, and of course, Sensei means Master.”

“Really?  I thought it mostly meant teacher; your other students call you that, too.”

“Yes,” he agreed.  “Like English, many Japanese words have different meanings.  Within the context of Shibari and our relationship, I intend to be far more than your teacher, Lexie.”

“I’m beginning to see that and, um, well… although I’m comfortable calling you Sensei, I don’t know about the other.”

“That’s fine.  I think I’ve made it clear that I don’t want a full time Master/slave relationship; D/s is all that I’m interested in.” 

Relief swept over her upon hearing that. She didn’t know that she could give up her entire identity for anyone, even Jonas. 

Brushing his lips across her damp cheek, he moved to capture a lobe gently before whispering teasingly, “Should you feel the need to call me Master in the heat of passion or if the spirit moves you, I won’t take offense.”

She laughed softly and pressed her face against his neck, much more relaxed in the circle of his arms.  He went on to clarify his new authority with her.

“Soon, at The Club, in the bedroom, and beyond, however we choose, I will be the Dominant that commands your submission.  Ultimately, I intend to be the half that makes you whole, Lexie. Do you accept this?”

“Jonas,” she exhaled, his name a soft breath against his lips.  “My head tells me no, that it’s too soon and this is crazy, but my heart is screaming, yes.”

“Listen to that little devil on your shoulder, Lex.  He’s prodding you to take a risk.  What is life without a little risk?  Trust me.  I’ll be here to keep you safe, to catch you if you fall.”

Once again, his words closely mirrored her thoughts.  It seemed like a sign that she could trust him and take a chance, to try to find love again.  “Yes, I accept, Sensei.  For the first time in a long time, I want so badly to follow my heart.  Something inside tells me strongly that this is true, that it’s real and I pray I’m right because if it’s not and I’m wrong, I fear it will crush what’s left of my heart.”

“I realize this is a huge leap of faith for you, and I am humbled by the trust you are giving to me.  I swear to protect your fragile spirit, my dorei.  I also promise to help you grow beyond whatever is holding you back.  I’ll push for the answers, but I’ll be there for you.  I vow that together we will unbind your wounded heart and allow it to heal, opening it up to me.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks at his beautiful words.  Who was this man?  She was waiting for someone to pinch her and wake her from this dream.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Sunshine.”

It was a statement of intent, not a request.  As he bent his head, he brushed her lips softly, sampling tenderly.  Lexie immediately responded by leaning up and into the kiss.  When his tongue swept along her lips, she pressed more firmly against him, allowing her body to mold against his larger, harder, masculine form.  The kiss ignited their passion and soon, they wrapped around one another in a heated embrace.

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R is for Ropes on the A-Z Challenge

Ropes, brought to you by Master Jonas, Club Decadence's resident Shibari Master.  

Unbind My Heart

Club Decadence, Book 4

As Jonas turned to speak with a man who had politely asked for a moment of his time, Lexie found her attention drawn to a couple sitting at a nearby table.  The woman was conservatively dressed, compared to many of the others present, wearing a simple black sheath that covered all the important parts.  Not out of the ordinary by any means, except for what had really captured her attention.  Standing out in vivid contrast to her pale skin and black dress, the red ropes wrapped around her wrists and forearms, binding her arms behind her back.  Her Dom held her close, a protective arm around her waist, keeping her safe while preventing her from face planting onto the hard floor if she lost her balance.    

“A very nice two-column tie, don’t you think?”

“It’s beautiful, but doesn’t that strain her arms?”

“Alec and Lisette are both experienced Shibari practitioners, former students of mine, in fact.  He is very conscious of the fatigue factor of that pose and the strain on her joints.  He won’t push her past her limit.  Notice the protective arm around her waist, the close attention he pays her to the exclusion of others, and just in case, he carries a pair of scissors in his front pocket.  Do you see?”

“I do now.  I hadn’t noticed any of that, just how beautiful she looks in his ropes.”  She also noticed that her voice had taken on a breathy quality.  To mask her growing arousal, she cleared her throat discreetly and took a sip of her water.

“His ropes… that’s very perceptive.  The artist is often invisible behind his canvas.  Are you familiar with the Japanese arts of Shibari or Kinbaku?  Did Regan or Elena tell you I am a Shibari Master?” 

Lexie’s jaw dropped open.  Was this a set-up?  How had Regan and the girls known they had matching kinks?  Lexie had never let on to any of them about her secret bondage fantasies.  Surely, it couldn’t be coincidence. Puzzled, she focused on his question for now. “Uh, well…  I’ve seen a few pictures on the subject.”

“And what did you think?”

“I found it quite beautiful, actually.  Not the trashy pornographic kind—I’m talking about the artsy ones with good photography and lighting, the ones that focus on the artistry of the ties that enhance the model’s beauty.  Sexual, yes, but it was more sensual and erotic rather than carnal or graphic.”  She paused to look back at Lissette.  “I don’t know if I am explaining this right and doing it justice.”

“You’re doing just fine.  Please continue.”  His words encouraging, his tone coaxing, she warmed to the topic.

“I went to a show last summer that used other mediums like feathers, silks, fluorescent lights and different colored ropes.  It was fabulous and despite the nudity, it wasn’t pornographic or X-rated.  In fact, many of the models were draped so artfully that very little skin was exposed.  The purpose was art and beauty, not specifically to titillate, although I’m sure many found it arousing.” 

Realizing she was gushing again, she stopped.  Too late, the extent of what she had inadvertently disclosed became clear.  Uh-oh!  What had caused her to spill her guts like that?  Was it the martinis? No, she hadn’t had a sip in a good while.  The subject matter, maybe, but as she looked at her companion, she suspected it was most likely Master Jonas.  Something about him caused her, no compelled her, to cooperate.  She was shocked that she had revealed such personal and private thoughts to him, a practical stranger.  Oh my!

“A few pictures did you say?”  

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Q is for Querida, Darling on the A-Z Challenge

Endearments.  Don't you love them?  What would romance be without a sweet nothing or pet name?   Said in a husky rumble low in the heroine's ear, they can set the reader's heart aflutter.  Said in a husky rumble with an Spanish or Italian accent, oo la la, they can start other parts aflutter as well.

For an author, it's hard to come up with something new.  Baby, the old standard, is done to death, but its so sweet.  Then there's honey, sweetie, my love, kitten, angel face, boo, darling, dahling, darlin' and so many more.  The challenge is to keep it fresh without looking corny, stupid or nauseating like lambie-pie, love-muffin or rumpie-diddle.

So rather than the latter, ew!, why not give the oldie but goodies a foreign flavor.  That way you can recycle your favorites.  And you know, I'm all about green.  LOL

With that being said, I'm going to mix it up a bit and let the bad guy say the uber sexy words.  In today's example, I give you Querida ala Victor from... 

Second Time Lucky

Club Decadence Book 5

*****

“Mi corazón, I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

“Let me go, Victor.” She remembered her keys in her hand and fumbled for her pepper spray on the ring. “I’ll use this mace, I swear.” Let him think she had the illegal stuff.

“Now, now, let’s not be so dramatic.” Easily, he twisted her wrist, removing the keys from her hand, tossing them away. She could only stand by helplessly as they skidded across the sealed, smooth concrete and under a storage shelf against the wall. “Is this any way to greet an old friend?”

Cringing at his words as well as his odious touch, she leaned away, as much as the car behind her would allow.

“We were never friends,” she all but spat.

“Business associates then, querida.” 

She shuddered at his meaningless endearment. He’d used them before, calling her his darling or his love, then turned around and sold her to a senator for the night for two grand. Bastard! 

*****

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Ah yes, Victor, bastardo that he is, using my heart (mi corazon) and darling almost make him likable.  Well, maybe for a split second, then you go back to wanting the hero to kick his ass.  

   

Now, on with the Challenge!  Make sure to visit some of the other blogs for more Q's or R's or S's.  We're getting towards the end so its mixed up quite a bit by now.  Have fun!

P is for Pleasure on SatSpanks and the A-Z Challenge

It's Saturday, so it's time for a spanking.  

I'm also up to the letter P (16 down, 10 to go!) 

on the A-Z challenge.  

*****

In this snippet, Mara has just received her first spanking, ever.  Afterwards, she's turned on, but gets a little surprise.  The punishment isn't quite over.

Second Time Lucky

Club Decadence, Book 5

She shifted, trying to align his ready cock with her equally aroused pussy, but he held her firm.

“No sex after punishment either.”

Her head came up and her jaw dropped. “Seriously?”

“Yes. This was not a game for me, Mara. If you think it was, I didn’t spank you enough.”

“You spanked me plenty,” she shot back at him softly. “I know it’s not a game, Sean. Still, I can’t help that it made me hot. I can feel you against me, you want it too.”

“I do not reward bad behavior and rule breaking with pleasure. Tomorrow, I’ll ride you until you can’t walk straight, if you’d like, but tonight, we sleep.”

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Second Time Lucky blurb:

From an early age, Mara Westbrook has led a troubled life. With no one to trust or rely on, she meets a breathtakingly handsome soldier on her ward at Walter Reed. He captures her eye and makes her yearn for things she never thought possible, not for a girl like her. Can she move beyond the traumatic secrets of her past and risk giving love a try?

Injured and in pain, the only light in Master Sergeant Sean O'Brien's dark days is his night nurse, his blonde haired, green eyed, deliciously curvy, modern day nightingale. Seeing her in those tight scrubs, tending to him and his fellow soldiers with her sweet, yet sexy smile eases the pain in his throbbing leg. Unfortunately, it shifts the ache about six inches higher. He sets out to make her his own, to earn her trust, her love and in the end her ultimate submission.

They come together beautifully with Sean teaching her the wicked and wonderful ways of a D/s lifestyle. Mara blossoms under his sensual domination and his firm but loving discipline, but her past won’t let her be. Relentlessly pursuing her and threatening her idyllic life with Sean. To protect what she holds dear, she does unspeakable things leading to more secrets, lies and betrayal. She runs as she always does.

When Mara unwittingly becomes the key witness to events that will finally bring down the Mendoza Cartel, Sean and the Rossi team step in to keep her safe. As her handler, Sean must protect her with his life and Mara must obey him in order to survive. Thrown together under impossible circumstances, Sean learns the awful truth of her past and realizes that despite it all, he still loves her. But can he forgive the lies? And will Mara be able to live under Sean’s stringent rules, learning to trust and submit fully to the only man she’s ever loved?

As threats against the Decadence Masters become fierce, answers are at long last revealed. Come visit old friends and as always watch desire ignite, love simmer, while kink and sex burn blazing hot in Club Decadence, the best damn BDSM club in the southwest. 

Hop on to the other 19 blogs and enjoy more hot SatSpanks snippets.  See you next week.

O is for Olfactory on the A-Z Challenge. Mm, mm, smells so good!

Olfactory cues and memories play an important role in both animal and human development.  It is believed smell plays an important role in maternal/child bonding after birth, as well as the basic animal instinct to seek and find food.  It also aids in identification,  communication, and sexual reproduction.  

Of course, today, we'll focus on this last one.

Smells, both conscious and unconscious can trigger arousal, which in the animal world are called mating behaviors.  We've heard about pheromones, these olfactory chemicals are stimulated by arousal and become a signal to the potential mate that its time to get busy.  In addition, there is a change in these chemicals during ovulation and menstruation, kind of like the female body's traffic light, green means go, etc...  

Studies have shown that many men are turned on by food smells particularly baked goods, like mama used to make.  LOL  So why are we women wasting money on expensive floral and musk scents when we can dab a bit of vanilla on and be good to go.  Even better, Cinnabon rolls liberally applied before going out will drive your man crazy and having him eating out of your palm, or elsewhere.  <wink>

Women on the other hand are turned on by leather, toothpaste, gasoline (WTF?), licorice and cucumbers.  Me, it would have to be cake.  Um, yeah...

In today's excerpt that is all about smells and arousal, its peaches that drives Rick Spencer mad with passion.   Hm... is anyone else hungry???  To bad Rick and Regan are thousands of miles apart and have to resort to an online video chat.  I wonder if they've ever invented that smell-a-vision I've heard joked about.  For Rick, that would certainly come in handy.   Enjoy!

You Said Forever

Club Decadence, Book 2

“I sure am glad I was able to get some down time tonight.  I missed that sweet smile, Peaches.”

Reflexively, she rolled her eyes; she really did hate that nickname.

“Did you just roll your eyes at your Master, Regan?”

His use of his title, signaled his playful mood, so she followed his lead.  “Yes, but you know I hate that hooker nickname, Master.” 

“Ah, but I love it.  It reminds me of the way you smell like fresh peaches.  Sometimes, when we’re in the shower, it smells so real I can taste the fuzz.”

“Maybe I should switch to something else and mix it up a little, something without a floozy nickname.”

“Don’t you dare!  I love that scent in your hair, on your skin, and that peach-flavored body lotion… yummy.  You know I love to lick it off you, especially that sweet peach-flavored pussy.”

That flipped her switch.  She tingled and moistened as she imagined his lips against her, his tongue lapping at her clit and then dipping lower into her drenched opening.  A groan slipped out.  Her eyes flew open at his answering chuckle.

“I know that sexy look.  Has your pussy been missing its Master, too?  Why don’t you slip out of those clothes and show me how wet you are.”

Her hands flew to her blouse and started to undo the buttons.  As she pulled it from her shoulders, she couldn’t help the blush that swept over her.  “Bear,” she started shyly, “we haven’t done this since you left Afghanistan.  I’m not sure I remember how.”

“No worries, babe.  It’s like riding a bike, just do as I say and you’ll do just fine.  Now take off everything...”

*****

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