Guest Post - Danica Avet: Dean's List Scavenger Hunt

Danica Avet- Dean’s List

Dean’s List
Contemporary, EC for Men, Sorching

Ellora’s Cave Quickie

 

I’m On a Kick

Hey y’all, so I’m here to blog about…well, I’m not sure. I’m almost positive I’m supposed to blog about my newest release, Dean’s List which is an EC for Men Quickie, but all I can really think about is Vikings. You know, the show on the History Channel?

OMG. Yes, I said it. Oh. Em. Gee. I’m fascinated with this show. Maybe it’s because at heart, I’m nothing more than a History nerd in an Erotic Author’s boa. Or maybe it’s because I’m just a nerd period. Or it could be something more obvious. Like hairy, sweaty, muscular men with beards and swords wearing animal skins.

*faints*

I know, I know. I just can’t help myself. I have a fetish. A Viking fetish. As long as it isn’t the football team (no offense to Minnesota fans), I’m there. As a History nerd, I was in a group called the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronisms). My persona was as an Anglo-Saxon maiden. I had very long hair at the time, liked wearing the gowns and stuff. Sure, I smiled with flirtatious intent at the Vikings. Who wouldn’t? Vikings are hot.

In a…fantasy sort of way. I mean, the creators of Vikings has done a marvelous job of showcasing the society, the way slaves were treated, the way they operated, the primitive behavior of the men even as they were a lot more complicated than most people think. And sexy. Did I mention how sexy I find the men in the show? Even when they’re slaughtering monks, I’m thinking, “Hello, fantasy, smexy Viking man. See this curved, Anglo-Saxon maiden over here?” Even though I know, logically, that it was no fun being a Viking’s slave or the recipient of their battle lust.

But damn, if it doesn’t work as nice fantasy material. If only I could find a guy who could grow a proper beard and long hair, who behaved like a gentleman. *frown* Wait, I feel as though I just described the cast of Duck Dynasty. Am I the only one who thinks they’re something like modern-day Vikings minus the pillaging, the polytheism and the battle readiness?

Does this post make any sense whatsoever? Probably not. My brain is in a long hall with burly men with long hair and beards who can pick a girl up with one arm, take her to his furs and…read her poetry. Bwahaha. But seriously has no one else noticed how everything about the Vikings was…long? Long hair, long beards, long halls, long boats…looong…

Dean, the hero of my newest book is nothing like a Viking. Really. He’s suave and sophisticated and likes to pillage his “women” in every way he can. *waggles her eyebrows* You’ll have to learn the rest on your own!

Blurb:
A quick romp in his home office with his family upstairs. A roadside quickie in his car after picking up a stranded motorist. A dominating woman who uses and abuses him in the most delicious of ways. These are just a few things that make Dean McKnight the luckiest man alive. Top it off with a successful career, a wonderful family and a hot, adventurous wife, and Dean couldn’t be happier.
With the option of having a different woman every night of the week, Dean’s list is packed with women who fulfill all his darkest fantasies. He just never knows which one will show up next.

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Dates: 3/18 through 3/29/2013

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There are 15 (fifteen) stops for this Scavenger Hunt. Each stop contains a picture/button with a letter on it. All 15 letters form a message or phrase that is associated with the book. The letters are scattered randomly to the hosts. You will need to collect all 15, unscramble them, and then enter the decoded message in the Rafflecopter for the ‘extra entries’. Good luck!

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Bio:
Danica Avet was born and raised in the wilds of South Louisiana (that would be somewhere around Houma) where mosquitoes are big enough to carry off small children and there are only two seasons: hot and hotter. With a BA in History, she figured there were enough fry cooks in the world and decided to try her hand at writing.

Danica is the lucky pet of a compulsively needy dog and two cats. The pitter-patter of little feet has been known to make her break out into a cold sweat.

Writing is how she gives the voices in her head a way out. When she isn’t writing, working or contemplating the complexities of the universe, she spends time gathering inspiration from her insane family, reads far more than any sane person would want to, and watches hot burly men chase an oblong ball all over a field.

WEBSITE:http://danicaavet.com
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EMAIL: danica.avet@gmail.com

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The grand prize is called a Basket Full of Naughty. It contains the following in a Cabal of Hotness tote:

The items:
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I'm giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Card to one lucky winner! To win all you have to do is read the excerpt and leave a comment regarding my latest release Dangerously Mine available now from Ellora's Cave.

Dangerously Mine

By: A. M. Griffin

 I’m excited that my debut book Dangerously Mine is finally available from Ellora’s Cave.

In this particular scene Eva my heroin goes up against the alien Princess Sa’Mya. Eva has given Princess Sa’Mya the nickname of ‘Bitch Princess’ which is fitting, because, well, Sa’Mya is a bitch.

Princess Sa’Mya was trying to figure out what King Taio (her betrothed) sees in Eva. During her inspection of Eva things took an unexpected turn…

Dangerously Mine

Blurb:

After aliens invade and conquer Earth, Eva is transported to a distant slave trading planet. Escape and freedom are her only priority, but none of her martial arts training prepared her for what she faces. She finds herself enslaved to the warrior King Taio. Eva’s drawn to this sexy alien male who ignites her heart and body.

Taio is disgusted with the idea of owning a slave—until now. From the moment he sees her, he knows Eva is his for the taking. Torn between lust and duty, Taio knows nothing will stop him from protecting his little warrior.

Sex excerpt:

“I wonder what he sees in you,” Sa’Mya said.

She leisurely skimmed the water’s surface with her fingertips. Recognizing a rhetorical question when she heard one, Eva didn’t respond. “I am offering him all of this.” Sa’Mya ran her wet hands down her voluptuous body.

Her double-D breasts hung ripe and full. Her neatly tapered waist led to full-sized hips, a round ass and, of course, long, shapely legs.

“You have the body of a child.” Sa’Mya sneered.

I could apply a small amount of pressure to her windpipe.

Clearly the princess didn’t know anything about fighting. Talking smack while your back is to an opponent was a no-no.

“It’s clear he can’t keep his hands off you. I smell your scent on him every time he comes near me. Gads. When does he not have his cock in you?”

Eva chuckled. That was her intent, to mark Taio with her scent, hoping all the other females would get the idea and go home.

Sa’Mya whipped her head around to face Eva. “Let’s see who’ll have the last laugh when I bond with him.” Sa’Mya smiled. “I think I’ll give you to the guards, to do with as they please.”

Eva straightened on the ledge. “He’ll never share me with anyone else.” Eva met her eye for eye.

“You think not?” Sa’Mya pushed off the ledge with a malicious smile across her lips. She turned around to stare at Eva. “You’ll never be able to compete with me.”

“I’m not trying to compete with you.” Bitch.

Sa’Mya took a step closer, her eyes downcast. “What does he find so interesting down there?”

Eva snapped her knees together.

“Let me see.” Sa’Mya demanded.

“No.”Eva swung her legs around to propel herself to a standing position.

“Make one more move and I’ll have you taken to the guards right now.”

Eva stopped, her legs propped on the ledge. “Taio wouldn’t let you.” But unfortunately he wasn’t here right now.

“Of course.” Sa’Mya tilted her head. “He would be upset if his precious royal guards ran through his pet.” She shrugged. “But then the damage would have already been done. Wouldn’t it?” Sa’Mya’s unblinking, gold-speckled eyes rested on her.

Eva froze. This bitch was crazy enough to follow through on her threat. Eva wasn’t worried that the guards would rape her. She would kill anyone who tried. It was Taio she worried about. She didn’t want to cause any more trouble between her and the guards. Eva lowered back onto the ledge, dangling her legs in the water.

Sa’Mya sauntered forward until she was standing in front of Eva, putting a hand on her knees. She pried her legs open slightly. Sa’Mya squinted and focused on the nest of dark curls.

“It looks normal. Is there something about it that would appeal to him more?”

Another rhetorical question, Eva kept her mouth shut. Sa’Mya trailed her hand from Eva’s knees to her folds, parting them with two fingers.

“What exactly are you looking for? If you haven’t noticed, I’m a female.”

Sa’Mya ignored her. “What is this?” Sa’Mya pointed to her nub that jutted out from between her exposed folds.

“It’s called a clit.”

“What does it do?” Sa’Mya placed a finger on it.

Startled, Eva jumped. “It doesn’t do anything.”She flicked Sa’Mya’s finger out of the way. “All human females have one, it enhances sexual feelings.”

“I want a better look. Spread your legs wider.”

“They’re wide enough,” Eva ground out. She had as much as she was taking from the bitch princess. The inspection was more extensive than Taio’s.

Sa’Mya dug her nails into the skin of Eva’s knees. “Either you can open them or I’ll have one of the guards hold your legs open for me.”

Eva thought on it for a second. This was embarrassing enough.

Oh how I want to kill this bitch.

“When Taio left me in your care, I highly doubt this is what he had in mind,” she said.

Sa’Mya’s nails dug deeper into her flesh. “Take it up with Taio when he returns.”

Oh and I will.

She opened her legs.

Sa’Mya smiled triumphantly. “A clit, you said? What an odd name.” Sa’Mya inspected the little nub. “How does it ‘enhance sexual feelings’?” The tip of Sa’Mya’s finger ran across the nub again.

“Nerves, it’s got nerves in it,” Eva said through clenched teeth. “And it’s very sensitive.”

Sa’Mya pointed and eyed Eva’s slit, tilting her head to the side. “Look there, such a tiny opening for such a large male. When he fucks you, does it hurt?”

Surprised, Eva asked, “Have you ever been with a male before?”

Sa’Mya closed her eyes. “Slave, did I give you permission to ask me questions?”

I am going to kick this bitch’s ass.

Opening them again, Sa’Mya slid her thumb inside Eva’s sheath.

Eva jumped back. “You’ve gone too far. What do you think you’re doing?”

“I want to know what makes you so special.” Sa’Mya leaned in closer and pushed her thumb deeper inside. “This is too tight. He must be huge, how does it fit in here?”

Nope. This nut is definitely a virgin.

“It just does.”

Satisfied with her probing, Sa’Mya put her hands on Eva’s knees, spreading them wider. She kneeled on the submerged bath bench, her nose inches from Eva’s pussy.

Sa’Mya leaned in closer and inhaled sharply. “Maybe he’s attracted to the smell. It is quite intoxicating.”

Sa’Mya had spent the better part of the day using her. So she shouldn’t feel guilty about what she was about to say.

“He likes the taste.” Nope, no guilt at all.

“What did you say?”

Enjoy! Griffin

About the author:

A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies. She has multi-publications in other genres under a different pen name.

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J Annas Walker- Midnight’s Jewel

Midnight’s Jewel, Paranormal Erotic Romance, Sorching

Siren BookStrand: Word count: 48K

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Dates: 3/15 through 4/5/2013

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Bio:

Born and raised among the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina, J. Annas Walker was brought listening to oral history and traditional storytelling. Her hobby of writing short stories bloomed out of this tradition. With the encouragement of her sisters, husband, an aunt, and a very supportive cousin, she took a chance to turn her hobby into something larger.

After acquiring a bachelors of science in civil engineering technology, she worked for a number of years as a transportation designer. Designing road construction projects by day, she continued writing by night. Today, she writes more than she ever did and blends fantasy and paranormal into romance storylines. The fanged, spectral, magical, and furry have become everyday life.

J. Annas Walker lives with her husband, two teenage sons, and her cat/office assistant.

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Blurb:
Sabrina Rivers, an orphaned half witch and magical misfit, has been hidden from the world for almost a century by her Aunt Eleanor. Her only possession is a mysterious dark crystalline pendant she can’t remove. She knows nothing about its powers or purpose.
When mercenaries attempt to steal the pendant in broad daylight, Eleanor has no choice but to entrust Sabrina’s safety to vampire Brandon Thorpe, kingpin of Atlanta’s supernatural underworld. While Eleanor hunts the would-be assassins, Sabrina learns what it means to finally be free to live and to love, but freedom has a cost. Her sheltered life left her with a heavy burden and no way to protect herself.
Is Brandon’s love real or a ploy to get Midnight’s Jewel? Will what she doesn’t know about her past get both of them killed? Can he protect her from her enemies and his? What price will she have to pay for love?

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R Rated Excerpt:

Brandon’s eye flicked up to meet hers. He had reached the tops of her breasts. Using both hands, he cupped each one and gave a careful squeeze. A shiver rippled down her spine. She was nervous and excited. Her body screamed for more. Until a few minutes ago on the balcony, she had never been kissed, and now she was allowing this man to undress her. His thumbs rubbed across her peaked nipples. More heat ran through her. Could love happen so fast? Was it possible to know in an instant that the right person had been found? He pulled her bra to one side and sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. She found her answer in the heartbeat it took him do it. Yes. Yes, it could be that instantaneous. She thought her heart would explode with this newfound knowledge.

His fangs pressed painfully into her skin but did not penetrate. His tongue swirled over and around her nipple. Hands slipped underneath her body. She arched her back to allow him to unclasp her bra and remove it. She gave a soft moan and ran her hands through his hair.

He released her long enough to pull his own shirt over his head. She ran her hands over his smooth, sculpted chest. There were a few light scars he must have acquired prior to becoming a vampire. Where they came from was not important in this moment. Broad shoulders loomed above her. He laid his body along the length of hers. His skin was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the fire that seemed to ride hers. He kissed her again. Having her hot nipples against his cold chest made the rosy pebbles tighten even harder.

Instinctively, she moved one leg to the side, allowing him to slip between them. Her jeans were restraining. She moved her hands down his back. The muscles rippled under her fingers. She worked her way down to his hips and slipped her hands into his jeans. His ass was as well-muscled as the rest of his body. She wanted rid of the jeans, to have that last bit of freedom.

As if he read her thoughts, he unbuttoned both pairs. He got up to slide his off. Standing above her was a beautiful man who desired her. His dick was stiff and ready. He leaned over her and pulled her jeans down slowly, taking her panties with them. It was as if he were unwrapping a precious gift. She gasped. Nervousness and a little fear were beginning to mingle with the passion and need. Never in her life had she been so exposed and vulnerable. There was an urge to cover herself.

“Look at me,” Brandon whispered in a low voice. Sabrina glanced up from her nakedness to his eyes. The dark brown had become near-black pools. In a moment, she forgot about her reservations and allowed her boiling need to surface from very deep within.

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Things make me go yuck in erotic fiction

Things make me go yuck in erotic fiction

 

Bear with my gripes for just a second. I love reading erotic fiction. I love reading sex scenes. Probably like everyone else, I hold my kindle tight to my body and as I’m reading, peer over my shoulder to make sure no one is sneaking up on me. But yes, there is one thing that makes me stick out my tongue and not in the good way.

I love a good scene where the male is going down on the female. I mean, everything is spelled out to the tee and then BOOM. He leaves the confines of her snatch only to kiss her wetly on the lips. GROSS! Now, what I find gross, I know others find sexy. I have a friend who would be turned on by this scenario. But me, I can't get past the nether juices and what I imagine the smell to be.

My spoof heroine in Fondled and Gobbled: Going Back For Seconds, Elnora a.k.a Princess Beyonce’ has the same aversion to tasting love juices as I do. In my writing’s you will find that my hero always, always, did I say always? Wipes his mouth before kissing the heroine. If he doesn’t wipe his mouth he doesn’t get a kiss. Plain and simple.

I know this was a rant that just came from the left, but I couldn’t help it. Although the book isn’t ruined for me, it’ll take much more than that, I do get on edge during the next going down scene. I’m always praying that he realizes the error of his ways and clean his mouth off.
I’d like to hear what makes you cringe during sex scenes or doesn’t. ;-)

Deserted Island Scenario

5 Things I would bring on a deserted island

Normally I have a hard time coming up with things to write about, but this month’s topic is an easy one.

The three things I would bring right off the bat are my children. I know, not sexy at all, but that can't be avoided. The next thing would be my husband.

One, because I love him and if me and the kids are stranded on an island, he gets to suffer with us as well. No getting remarried and starting a new family for him. No way. We suffer and we suffer together. The next reason would be because I need someone to hunt, fish, build and fend off wild animals. So yes, there’s the manual labor aspect of it as well. Who else would let me sleep in, squeal at rodents and bitch and moan but my husband?

The other reason is the sex of course. I can't leave that luscious hunk of love’in at home. If the wild animals didn’t get me, the long nights tossing and turning, thinking about what I was missing eventually would. I even image how fine my man would look in his loin cloth, because unlike me, he doesn’t have an aversion to working out. I imagine how his primal side would come roaring out in full force and it makes me all gitty inside.

In this little scenario I also imagine that the lack of food and the change in diet would probably slim off the forty pounds I’ve been fighting to lose. And despite the lack of exercise, I am lighter, fitter and look totally hot in my jungle wear.

The last thing I would bring is a survival kit. I’m not stupid my sweets. In this kit would be a flare, shot gun, handgun, tons of bullets, knives, needle and thread, lighter and extra lighter fluid, tents (three to be exact), sleeping bags and of course a satellite phone with a GPS and back-up battery. The first thing I would do is call the authorities and give them our coordinates and ask them to give us two weeks so we could enjoy a nice family vacation. Then two weeks later, I would pack up our belongings and wait on the beach for us to be rescued by the luxury liner that would be sent to get us.

Like I said, I’m not dumb.