Sunday Snippet: Quixotic Cake Capers

So… not a bad week overall. A little slower, which I truly appreciate. I did have a sick kid, but she's on the mend now. A quick trip to pick her up from work had to happen but otherwise, she's feeling much better.

Had some decent television viewing. Mainly some repeat watches of current favorite shows and catching up on a few marathons. I did catch a few new episodes also.

Chicago Fire had a terrific episode. I have to say I'm not a fan of the boys fighting amongst themselves. New guy breaking the ice is going to be one of my favorite bits from the series.

Watched Iron Fist and things are moving along. Nice to see a little progress with Ward but I have a dreadful feeling his trust will bite him on the ass. Thrilled to finally see what the hell is up with Mary and, boy, the reveal didn't disappoint. Looking forward to the next episode.

Caught another episode of Classic Roswell. I'd forgotten about the Native American angle. Looking forward to the next episode.

Also watched an episode of Murdoch Mysteries. I don't know if this is the last season, but they seem to be tying off a lot of loose ends. If it is… it's been a wonderful twelve years.

I started casually watching Blue Bloods. It's not really a show I want to add to my roster, but marathons are on every day and I've seen pretty much of the first five seasons. I'm now paying more attention and trying to catch up on season six and onward. I do love the family angle of this show.

Started a new Canadian show, The Murders, mainly because Dylan Bruce is one of the regulars. That said, I loved the first episode. I'm looking forward to more.

With no new episode of Roswell, New Mexico this week, I started another rewatch. This show… man, I can't get enough of it right now. I might have to start a recap series on my fandom blog. Stay tuned. I'll let everyone know if it happens.

That's pretty much my week in television. Tonight's post is from Quixotic Cake Capers, a sexy short with a fun little twist.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Tori Plum decides a making a cheesecake for Gray Calhoun isn't beyond her capabilities even though she's definitely not a domestic goddess. Seventeen tries later, she's ready to call in the troops or throw in the towel.

And a snippety peek…

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

"Shit!" Gray Calhoun rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom.

After swiping snooze on his alarm for the third time, he'd almost left it too long to even grab a shower before he had to leave for his conference.

Turning the water on, he ran a hand over his head. "Gonna have to make a strict rule of no sex the night before an early flight." Yeah, right. As if.

Stepping into the shower stall, he winced when the stinging spray hit his back. Tori's teeth left some marks last night.

Tori Plum. Sexual dynamo. Erotic goddess. A woman with an imagination that never quit.

And she's all mine. "How did I get so lucky?" He lathered up his washcloth and gingerly scrubbed down.

Last night, per usual, she'd blown his mind, not to mention his dick. Using a technique she'd read about, her mouth worked its magic in new and wondrous ways. Who knew a guy could come from barely there suction, lots of tongue play, and waiting until the last possible moment to grip the head of his cock with her lips to send him bucking into an incredible orgasm?

He huffed out a breath. "I do. Now." Jeez, and it didn't stop there.

Nope. She managed to get him hot and hard again in record time. Of course, giving him access to go down on her helped. He loved sliding his tongue between her slick folds to give her a gasping release. She followed up by lowering her hot core over his hard shaft and rocking her hips until she drained him dry.

And now his dick rapidly got hard again. "Argh. Can't have that." Switching the water to cold, he stayed under until his hard-on went down.

As much as he'd love a repeat of last night, he had to get to the airport. He didn't take long to dry off, get dressed, and grab the bag he'd packed the night before. Tori no longer occupied the bed and Gray made his way to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee and something not quite as pleasant.

Tori had breakfast made… or what might have resembled breakfast if a thin sheen of smoke didn't linger in the air and the smell of blackened bread didn't coat the inside of his nostrils. Holy fuck. The toast looked like it might disintegrate if he touched it.

Tori frowned. "Dammit. I'm sorry." She scooped the charred remains into the trash can and met his gaze. "Thought I'd help with breakfast since I kept you up late last night." She referred to the mind-blowing sex, which she called research.

He called it donating his time for scientific study and didn't mind one damn bit.

Tori edited and assessed erotic and romance novels, working with authors from start to finish. She also wrote amazing books on top of helping others launch theirs.

Domestic diva didn't fall under her purview and normally he couldn't care less. Today, he would've loved escaping without the acrid aroma of burnt offerings lingering in his nose. The foul scent would probably last throughout his entire flight.

Breakfast on the go, it is. "Uh, thanks. I'll figure something out on the way." With a quick glance at his phone, he considered his options.

Tori lifted a shoulder. "Yeah, probably a good idea." She poured a mug of coffee and stirred some sweetener into it.

The dejected look on her face almost had him asking for a cup, but he needed to get going. He'd grab a bagel and coffee at the airport. His stomach would definitely thank him for it.

He wrapped an arm around her. "I love you for thinking of me, but stick to the microwave." He dropped a kiss on her nose, grabbed his suitcase, and left so he didn't miss his flight.

I kind of love this scene. It needs a few little tweaks, but overall it came together better than I'd hoped.

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: Imagination

Happy Mother's Day to all the mom's and mother figures out there. J

So… S.H.I.E.L.D. should have a great season ender and hopefully a kick awesome season two! Really glad to see it got renewed. Arrow… man, my head is still spinning from last week's episode. I'm REALLY looking forward to the finale. I've heard some rumors about what to expect and I'm dying to see how things wind up. Orphan Black? The show makes my brain spin. Can't say I'm sad to see one particular dude gone, mainly because it plays directly in to what I'd love to see happen with Rachel. And the stuff with Helena makes my skin crawl, seriously.

Tonight's post is from, Imagination, a sexy short story where my heroine challenges the hero to use his to the fullest extent.

Here's the tagline:

Holland Dukes and Rand Allerdyce love to play games. When Holland decides Rand needs to stimulate his imagination, she uses a blindfold and makes him rely on his other senses. Rand gets payback, pulling the same scenario… in Holland's office.

And a snippety peek…

Holland flitted around the apartment, checking and double-checking to make sure everything would go off without a hitch.

Or much of one.

Blindfold. Check. The single most important piece of the evening. Rand should walk through the door in approximately five minutes and her timing had to be spot on.

A nervous thrill shot down her spine and she made a quick dash to the bedroom, verifying the placement of the champagne, glasses, and massage oil.

Four minutes.

Holland paused by the mirror hanging over the console table, smoothing her hair, then she chuckled. Her coif didn't matter. Rand would barely get a glimpse of her new cut before the fun started.

Three minutes.

Holland walked across the parquet floor, her heels clicking exactly the way she wanted. Her plan to lead Rand on something of a merry chase required sound for effectiveness. Two minutes.

Holland tilted her head, trying to visualize the best position for greeting Rand. He usually entered and turned to drop his keys on the bar before loosening his tie and shrugging out of his jacket. To the right of the door, she'd have the element of surprise. To the left, she'd be in his line of sight, which could work, but he might try to pour a drink before she could get her plan underway.

Right of the door, then.

One minute.

Anticipation filled her. Soon, Rand would walk through the door and get the game started.

Keys jangled and Holland sucked in a harsh breath before exhaling slowly, ready to pounce.

And pounce she does, much to Rand's enjoyment. J

That's it for this week. Happy reading.

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: Creative Ink

January 27, 2013

Greetings! Week number four and a milestone for me. A full month of posts. Woo!!

It's probably ridiculous, but once I find a groove, I tend to stick with things. And I've seen and heard about keeping blog content fresh and regular for reader who want to interact with authors. I'm one step closer to getting on that track.

Tonight's Sunday Snippet features a preview of my upcoming release, Creative Ink. I don't have a date for it yet, but it's off with the editor. Creative Ink will be launching the Black Unicorn Comics series, which I've sort of set up to resemble episodes. They'll be fairly quick reads, but should be packed with snarky fun times. And this cast of characters is so much fun to write. The story concept came from a friend of mine who posted this prompt, an inside look at a small indie publisher, as a cast the TV show challenge. I got so inspired by casting the characters, the sages got busy and started throwing plot bombs. Seriously, the first episode nearly wrote itself. (That so doesn't happen very often. LOL)

So, here's the tag line:

Brian Wells and Lucy Sanderson are the creative duo behind the rising success of Black Unicorn Comics. Surrounded by a close knit group of co-workers they have fun and crazy adventures, keeping their relationship burning hot in spite of it.

And here's the snippety peek…

Brian always sent his hero, Xavier, on the best adventures. But he'd turned things upside down for his next issue. Instead of having Xavier outsmart the Zone militia, Brian ended the installment with Xavier behind bars. The last panel would be a full page rendering of Xavier's confinement in a rat infested cell.

Lucy shuddered. "I'm not kidding, Brian. It's awesome."

He smiled sheepishly. "It is coming together brilliantly."

She nodded. "There's only one thing I gotta know…"

He answered before she even voiced the question. "Yes. Marta is going to save him." He gave her a sly smile. "She'll have strip for the regiment to get Xavier out of hack, but it's a small price to pay, yeah?"

Lucy threw her ever handy stress ball at him. "You shit. Tell me you didn't promise Harry I'd pose for that."

It wouldn't be the first time she questioned her sanity about agreeing to be the model for Marta, Brian's alien warrior/goddess/side kick for his epic hero, Xavier the X-Tra-Terrestrial.

Brian lifted a brow. "It might be too late for that."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "You can tell Harry to eff off. I will not add more material for his masturbatory fantasies." Harry might be incredible with ink, but his people skills were sorely lacking sometimes.

Brian smirked. "Uh, love…it's definitely too late for that. He has an entire wall of you in…well, let's call them compromising positions."

Lucy rose slowly from her seat, walked gracefully around the desk and stood behind Brian. She leaned forward and let her lips graze over his ear.

"If you ever want to have me in a compromising position again, you'll rectify that." Her hands lightly squeezed Brian's shoulders then smoothed down the front of his chest. "Make sure those drawings are gone by the end of the day, 'kay?"

Straightening back up, she flicked her tongue against his ear—it always made him wild—then turned and walked away.

I mentioned the characters are loads of fun to write, yeah? The next episode has Brian, Lucy and crew at Crazy Con (fictional as far as I know. :D) and hijinks ensue, per usual.

And that's it for this week's post. I hope you enjoyed.

(Inspiration for the BU offices)

Happy Reading!

Skylin