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Friday, January 22, 2016

M. LeAnne Phoenix shares The Covenant with us @MLPhoenix @PridePromo

Let the touring begin…

The Covenant

M. LeAnne Phoenix

Series: Covenant Series, book one

Release date: January 15, 2016

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Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Cover reveal: Whistle Blower @devbentham @dreamspinners @PridePromo

Let’s strip and get uncovered…

Whistle Blower

Dev Bentham

Release date: February 5, 2016

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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Lane Hayes tells us A Kind of Truth @LaneHayes3 @PridePromo @dreamspinners

Let the touring begin…

A Kind of Truth

Lane Hayes

Series: A Kind Of, book one

Release date: January 8, 2016

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Friday, January 15, 2016

Jude Sierra shows us What It Takes @JudeSierra @PridePromo @interludepress

Let the touring begin…

What It Takes

Jude Sierra

Release date: January 14, 2016

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Thursday, January 14, 2016

I'm not a foodie, but I play one in my mind... #fortheloveofpumpkinbread

Okay – anyone who knows me or has read any of my guest blogs knows that I am not a foodie.

At all.

Period.

No buts about it.

No punch line to this joke.

That isn’t saying I don’t know how to cook – neither of my kiddos have died from malnutrition, trust me. In fact, the youngest brags to people that I cook fairly okay, to which I always deny because I don’t like to cook so why talk about when I do cook? lol

But I absolutely love Alton Brown – met him in person a looooooong time ago (oh yeah, he hugged me and smiled big for the camera…the beginning of many never-to-be-discussed-in-detail fantasies).

So over the holidays I did a Good Eats marathon from Netflix—

(let me take this moment to express my displeasure of Netflix’s very small and incomplete library of GE episodes…it broke my heart!)

—but one of the episodes stuck in my brain when we were disposing of certain holiday leftovers that we decided not to freeze.

There was half a loaf of pumpkin bread that either had to be eaten, frozen, or tossed that day. We were tossing other stuff for various reasons: cookies because my blood sugar couldn’t take another one for at least a week; apple pie because though we enjoy it, it isn’t a fave of ours to keep; magic bars because quite frankly frozen or not, if they are in the house I’m gonna eat them (think graham cracker crust, chocolate chips, toffee, butterscotch, pecans, coconut…oh yeah, I have no pride)… But we couldn’t bring ourselves to throw out the pumpkin bread.

I mean…it’s pumpkin…in loaf form!

And then I remembered the Good Eats episode I’d watched earlier in the month—American Classics V: A Pound of Cake. It was like my dear friend AB whispered in my ear (yes, I wish). After he made a delicious looking pound cake, he told about one of his favorite breakfast treats—freezing the pound cake in thick slices, taking it out in the morning and toasting it…much like you’d do with frozen waffles.

So I wondered…if he could do that with pound cake why not try it with pumpkin bread? So I proceeded to slice the remaining loaf into four thick slices, wrapped them, then froze them.

Today we pulled out two slices, toasted them, added just a small bit of butter and enjoyed.

Verdict: It’s a winner! In fact, next time I make pumpkin bread (*sighs* it will probably be October…so…far…away…) I’m making an extra loaf just for this purpose.

Tips: Make sure not to cut the slices thicker than your toaster can handle—one of my slices is going to be left out of the toaster fun…and that browned texture you get on the outside is part the deliciousness!

So I may not be a foodie in real life…but thanks to Netflix and my crush on AB I can play one on my blog. :)

Side note: I would've added some pics because I hear that’s what foodies do…but, um…yeah…here's a picture of Snoopy...

Side side note: If you like Good Eats you really need to check out Cutthroat Kitchen—who knew the sweet, funny, yummy man had such an evilicious streak?

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

CJane Elliott gets wacky with There You Are @cjaneelliot @PridePromo @dreamspinners

Get ready…get set…let’s get wacky!!!

There You Are

CJane Elliott

Series: Wild and Precious, book two – should be read in order

Release date: December 23, 2015

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Tuesday, January 12, 2016

We’re blasting with Curse of Salar @AlexisSDuran @PridePromo @loveunleashed

Get ready…get set…let’s blast…

Curse of Salar

Alexis Duran

Series: Masters and Mages, book three – can be read as a standalone

Release date: January 5, 2016

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Monday, January 11, 2016

Happy Story Orgy Monday - part 2 #storyorgy #blogstory

Okay – yes…yes I am patting myself on the back for posting on time on Monday… I’ve got deadline issues.

This is a continuation of the story I started last week. If everything works out this will be an ongoing story. :)

**WARNING—this story is out of my comfort zone, but I think that will make it quite interesting…hope it draws you in. :)

Prompt: He was wearing that ring…

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Part 2

Chapter Two

May 25, 1979

“Jesus, Mags, puff puff pass…what don’t you understand about that?” Chris Roland grabbed Maggie Talcott’s arm, jerking it toward him and snatching the roach from her fingers. “I swear you bitches get dumber with every hit.”

Maggie swiped at the tears in her eyes, gathering the remains of her torn skirt around her, trying for a decorum of modesty. “Maybe we need every hit we can get to tolerate you…asshole,” she whispered, sure he wouldn’t hear her through the fog in his brain. There wasn’t enough marijuana in the state to obliterate her memory of this botched date. He was so charming when he picked her up from her house, smoozing with her father and complimenting her mother.

She’d heard the rumors about him but never gave much weight to what others said. If she were to believe all the school gossip she’d have to believe the lies about herself as well… People didn’t always take well to the rich princess, especially if her looks didn’t equal her family’s status quo.

But she trusted Chris’s smile, his sweet words…

Sometimes gossip was harvested from truth. The key to the whole thing was to know when to listen and when not to.

She should’ve listened.

No big deal, society overrated virginity anyway.

She brutally rubbed at the wetness rolling down her cheeks and accepted the newly rolled joint from Chris as he ran his hand up her inner thigh…he was wearing that ring, the one with the sharp corners that scraped her delicate skin.

She didn’t bother wiping the newly formed tears, there would be plenty more tonight.

***

August 22, 1979

“But mommy—” Maggie sobbed, covering her face with her hands. He couldn’t expect her to…no, not her mother, she wouldn’t do this to her.

“Don’t you but mommy me,” her mother’s voice reverberated through the room, perhaps through the whole neighborhood. “If he’s good enough for you to spread your hussy legs for, he’s good enough for you to marry.” Mrs. Talcott glared at her only child, fury streaking across her face turning her cheeks and nose red. “How dare you shame me like this. How dare you not tell me and expect to stay living in my house…under my roof…and think you can keep this a secret from me!”

Maggie widened her eyes, the truth of her mother’s words sinking in. She wanted Maggie to marry Chris.

Maggie stepped back once…twice…shaking her head more violently with each inch put between her and the woman who bore her. The one who was supposed to love and protect her.

“You can’t possibly mean…mother I didn’t…you don’t understand…”

Her mother stalked closer, using the mere two-inch difference in their height to her utmost advantage and towering over Maggie. “You didn’t what? Have sex with him? Spread your legs and let him shove himself in you?” Maggie covered her ears from the horrible things her mother uttered. “Oh honey, I understand now, this is a case of the Virgin Mary revisited, is it? Well why didn’t you say so, child?” The smile that broke over Mrs. Talcott’s face, the evil glint of her eye, betrayed the sweet words she whispered in such a harsh tone.

Maggie ran across the room to her father who nursed two fingers of applejack—the cheap stuff he joked with his poker buddies was only good to go on a bender with, not to be sipped and enjoyed.

“Daddy,” she pleaded, grabbing his arm.

He looked down at her, his eyes empty, his lips tilted down. They stared at each other but she knew he didn’t see his fifteen-year-old daughter begging for help. She imagined he saw his toddler baby girl wobbling through the foyer running to him when he came home from work, or perhaps his six-year-old princess trying to ride their Old English sheepdog.

What he definitely didn’t see in those hollow eyes was his innocent child who desperately reached for the last person who could possibly protect her from a fate worse than death.

Chris had already threatened to beat the baby out of her if she told anyone. She didn’t mean for her mother to find out.

Her father reached down and with an achingly firm grip on her wrist, threw her hand away from him. Without saying a word he swiveled his stance and continued with his drink.

Maggie felt her mother’s claws on her shoulder and knew…her life was over.

***

“Do you see the despair in her eyes. That man raped her and now he’s getting full access to ruin the rest of her life.”

“Honestly, Sister, this is how things happen in the world. A man impregnates a woman and then…I believe they call it a shotgun wedding. It isn’t unheard of and I don’t understand what this has to do with Roane. You can’t believe the minute amounts of marijuana she smoked during conception has anything to do with the man who slaughtered those lives.” Brother sighed, sitting on the gaudy purple velvet chaise lounge in the parlor where the Talcotts performance played out. He wanted to humor Sister, but he deemed this whole storyline quite tedious.

“Patience, dear Brother, all will be revealed in time. Remember, this is my experiment. Consider this the groundwork. Roane’s conception was far from ideal.” Sister sat on the bench of the grand piano and waved her hand, the cover on the keys lifted and pushed back, tucked out of the way. She winked at him then proceeded to play chopsticks.

Brother laughed at the joy on Sister’s face as she played. The young mother-to-be and her parents continued with their feud.

When the gloves were removed and the niceties erased, the mother calling her daughter whore, the daughter calling her mother bitch, the father on his third drink, Sister changed her ditty to Beethoven’s 5th Symphony, her fingers flying over the keys, her smile never faltering.

The music accompanied the Talcott's bitter affair perfectly; finishing with a violent face slap and fierce slamming of the door. Sister waved her hand over the keys and the cover moved back into place. The only sound in the room was Maggie huddled on the floor weeping, a child all out of hope and options.

“Well, that wasn’t interesting,” Brother sighed. He was quite certain that would become a habit of his if Sister insisted on this path, which she would, so he would.

“I happen to think I play that piece rather interestingly,” Sister responded, standing and walking over to Maggie’s trembling body. “So you see, the victims start even before Roane’s birth, but did they have to continue afterwards?”

“Let’s find out, Sister. Is that our next stop, his birth?”

She squatted in front of Maggie, petting her head. “Soon. There is nothing we can change here that will help my cause, but there is something later…” She abruptly stood and held out her had to him.

Brother did hesitate to link their fingers. “Something later?” he prodded her.

“Yes, we have one more stop before the joyous occasion of childbirth happens.”

To be cont’d…

Here are the blogs of my fellow orgiasts…see if they’ve got goodies for you. ;)

Hank Edwards’s blog

Lee Brazil’s blog

Em Woods’s blog