Thursday, 10 January 2013

Naughty Winners

Okay, okay … I admit it. I have been very lax in posting the winners on the blog hop. But, here goes ..... drum roll please. 

I used an on line random number generator …. It pulled number 37. I counted down from the top and the winner is …  j dot m dot platt at gmail dot com  (I tried to copy and paste the generator result here, but my tech skills are sadly lacking and it kept messing with my formatting …. So you will just have to take my word for it. *grin*)  j.m will be receiving a digital copy of Corralling the Cowboy and of Tessa’s Trio. 

And because I had so much fun with the blog hop, I am choosing another winner.

whitk227 (at) gmail (dot) com (Because she loved her grandmother so much.) She will get a copy of her choice of Cowboy or Tessa. 

Because the comment amused me (she thinks like me) grapeapril75(AT)gmail(DOT)com  April said “Thanks for doing the hop!! You are one of the new authors I found to follow on Goodreads!! Thanks for the sexy read this morning!” April also gets to choose between Cowboy and Tessa.

I will be notifying all winners by email.

Thanks to everyone who stopped by. I hope you all found some sexy new authors to read! I know I did. Thanks too to Skye for hosting us all.


Thursday, 3 January 2013

Naughty New Year's Blog Hop: Part Two

I am so excited that I am giving away another copy of Tessa's Trio ... and I am doing it because I am thrilled at how many fabulous blogs are taking part in this blog hop. I had previewed the list and found a number of authors whose work I enjoy. Yesterday (while I was supposed to be working at my day job) I stopped by a number of blogs on the hop. Wow. All I can say is wow, holy hamburgers batman. My to-be-read pile is growing by leaps and bounds. I’ve found new books and books on author’s back lists. New authors, old favourites. How exciting this is for a consummate, addicted reader like myself.

My own list of stories is quite short. I have The Gift, Corralling the Cowboy, and Tessa’s Trio. As a bonus on my blog you will find a short story I wrote for a friend with a foot fetish, Admitting Defeat. If you have time check them out. If you can’t find the format you prefer, by all means let me know and I’ll get it to you somehow.

Blurb For Corralling the Cowboy

City girl Alex wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary when she headed off to Buffalo Days with her friends. A bit of rodeo, a few rides on the midway, some corn dogs and maybe a couple of beers. She definitely wasn’t expecting to run smack dab into the sexiest hunk of cowboy she had ever laid eyes or hands on.

Joe came to Buffalo Days to support his ranch hands as they took part in the rodeo, and to watch the bulls he raised in the bull riding events. It was never his intention to spend time with a city girl like Alex. In spite of this, he was unable to stop himself from stepping into her path as an attempt to meet her.

Neither of them was expecting the blazing heat that rose between them, or the unbridled passion that burst into flame as the midway grew dark in late evening. There was definitely something between Alex and Joe, and they couldn’t help but explore each other as they tried to come to grips with it.

Would this cowboy catch a city girl? Would this city girl lasso herself a cowboy?

Excerpt for Corralling the Cowboy (A short story.)

It was nearly full dark, and their car stopped at the top of the Ferris wheel. They sat swaying and enjoying the lights as the evening continued to darken around them. The evening had a feel of fun and frivolity, and the expectation of something exciting to come. An occasional a bark of laughter jumped out of the background of tinkling carnival noises. The moon was nearly full, casting its light over everything and pushing the falling darkness back. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She asked, looking down at the lights of the midway and the city.
“Yes it is,” he said with a catch in his voice.

When she looked at him, he wasn’t looking at the lights, he was staring at her. Joe slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to his side. His breath was soft in her hair, his fingers gentle but firm as he tipped her face up to look at him. Oh my, she thought, I wasn’t expecting this.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he warned softly, leaning slowly towards her.
“I hardly know you,” she responded, tilting her head to the left, wordlessly inviting him in. His lips brushed, feather like, across hers. She shivered and pushed back against him, deepening the contact. She had been aroused since she bumped into him in the beer garden. Now, she wanted him with a desire that shocked her. Something about this man called to her, sending a pulse of longing racing through her to lodge in her core.

“Kiss me again,” she whispered against his lips. She cupped his face between her hands and pulled him closer, pressing her mouth against his. She obeyed without question when he cupped her head and kissed her deeply, demanding she respond in kind. She wanted this, needed it. Her hands dropped to his shoulders and she explored the rock hard muscles there, tracing each contour and line with her fingers. His arms were like rocks and the sheer power of him was almost overwhelming. Joe’s hand cupped her breast and the Ferris wheel gave a small jerk and started its slow descent, jerking her back to reality.
Oh, she thought, I should be resisting this. They were in public, high above the thinning midway crowd and she knew nothing about this man except his name, if Joe Brooks was his real name. Even as the thought formed, she rejected it. Somehow, she was sure he wasn’t lying to her. She felt something new here, and she wanted this, wanted him. It wasn’t like her to be this attracted to a stranger, but the atmosphere, the beer, and Joe were an overpowering combination and she didn’t want to resist. She wasn’t going to resist. She was going to take everything he offered.

He stroked his palm lightly across her breast, and they moaned in unison when her nipple pebbled against his hand. “I want you Alex,” he whispered against her mouth.
She whimpered and arched her back, pushing her breast against his palm. Her hands ranged everywhere, eager to explore every taut muscle of his body. His body was different from the typical man she dated. Joe was definitely used to physical work, and Alex usually dated suit and tie types who kept in shape by making large monthly payments to the local gym. She decided she liked his tight, hard shape with all its muscles and heat.

Alex was startled when the ride attendant cleared his throat. “Last stop folks,” he said with a laugh. “Ride’s over, I’m shutting ‘er down for the night.”
Chagrined, Alex allowed Joe to take her hand and lead her down the ramp and back onto the midway. The people were few and far between, only the die hard rodeo and midway fans remained. It wouldn’t be long before security starting shooing people home. Alex and Joe strolled through the booths, hand in hand listening to the banter of the carnies and laughter of the few remaining guests. A few of the games and food booths were already shut down. As they walked, his thumb stroked her palm and her wrist, sending her mind whirling to thoughts of what those talented hands would feel like on other parts of her body. Her naked body.

Happy Blog Hopping. Remember to comment to win!


Tuesday, 1 January 2013

Naughty New Year's Blog Hop

Let's begin with the preliminaries ... One lucky commenter on this blog will win a digital copy of my two most recent books. All commenter's are entered to win the grand prize a $100 gift card to Eden's Fantasy and a digital gift basket of 10 erotica books.

All winners will be notified by email. So be sure to include yours. (add spaces and write out characters to your email to keep away the spam-bots ... like this ... katieoconnorwrites at gmail dot com)

Now onto the fun. New Year's Eve is a favourite holiday of mine. I like to take the time to reflect on the year that has past and make some plans for the one to come. I'm not one for resolutions, but I do like to ponder things to come. My favourite part is spending the evening with my family and my man. We play silly card games or board games, share a few beverages,  and a lot of laughs.

This year New Year's Eve is special. It is the first one spent with my granddaughter. I won't bore you with details, but my first grand child was born this fall. Yes she is still an infant, but there is something very special and heart warming about those firsts. First Thanksgiving, first Christmas, first New Years.  I've let myself get distracted. LOL.

This is an erotic blog hop and you are probably expecting some heat. (You'll find that a little further down.)  :) The best part of New Year's Eve is celebrating the changing of the year with my man. Snuggled up in front of the fire after everyone has gone home we cuddle and kiss and ... you get the idea.

I have yet to write a story that focuses around celebrating the New Year, but I can see may possibilities. Perhaps this should be part of my goals for 2013. These goals include ... writing every day, giving away more copies of my work and work of authors I know, adding more 'kink' to my stories and spending more time 'researching'. *wink wink*

Here's hoping you have a fabulous year in 2013. May the Gods and Goddesses of love and lust visit you often and bring you much titillation and satisfaction.


Be sure to visit all the stops on this fabulous blog hop for more chances to win.  Don't forget to comment below for your chance to win!

Excerpt from "The Gift" (Etopia Press 2011)

Scene: Sammy has tricked Carl into visiting a private lingerie store with her. She intends to seduce him, with the approval of her husband and Carl's girlfriend.

“What the hell is this?” Carl asked, staring around him at the spacious room. One side had a straight-backed chair, a comfortable looking chaise lounge, and an end table with a jug of ice water and two glasses on it. There was also a stool, a cloth and wood room divider, and a rack of clothing. A door to the left was slightly open, revealing a bathroom complete with shower. “I didn’t even know this place had an upstairs.” He ranged around, taking it all in before whirling to confront her. “What the hell is going on?” he demanded.
Sammy pushed a finger against his chest, gently steering him toward the chaise. “Exactly what I told you. I picked out some things for Nick for Christmas, and I want you to help me choose the right ones. Sit,” she demanded with one last shove. “I’ll be right back.”

She slipped behind the curtain and stripped off her clothing as quickly as she could. She had to get this started before he panicked and bolted, or before she lost her nerve entirely. She grabbed the first item off the rack. Perfect. Erin had laid them out in the right order. With a brisk economy of motion, she slipped into a virginal white bra and panty set, then slid on the matching silk stockings and garter belt and slid her feet into a pair of jewelled stilettos.
Carl was standing in front of the chaise looking slightly panicked as he peered around the room, clearly seeking an escape route. She walked slowly toward him, swivelling her hips and mussing her hair. “Hey, lover,” she purred, pushing him back onto the chaise with one touch of her finger. He flopped down and sat staring at her, his mouth making small, flapping motions as if he were trying to say something. She bit back a smile of power. This was fun.
She pivoted on her heel and showed him the back of the outfit. Looking back over her shoulder, she stared at him until he met her eyes. The frantic look had changed to a glaze of arousal. Good. “So,” she asked coyly. “What do you think of this outfit?” She slid one hand down an exposed hip and caressed her backside where it showed under the short panties. She circled her hips the way she’d learnt in her “strip-a-cise” class and spun slowly around. Placing her hands on either side of his head, she leaned toward him, giving him a good view of her cleavage where it swelled over the low cups of the bra, her nipples playing hide and seek with his eyes. “Do you think Nick’ll like it?” she teased and spun around slowly, giving him a full view of the entire outfit. When his breathing increased and his face flushed, she knew she had him.
Placing one heel on the chaise alongside his thigh, she leaned in again. “Well? No answer? Maybe he’d like something different. Maybe in pink.” She trailed her finger along his cheek before sashaying her way back to the dressing room. As she skittered out of the first outfit and into the second, she thought she heard him swear.
“Damn,” Carl swore lowly and adjusted his cock in his jeans. He was as hard as a rock. What the hell was Sammy up to? he wondered. There had to be more to this than shopping for Nick. Oh hell, he thought, let this be going where I want it to.
Sammy reappeared wearing some filmy thing in pale pink. It was short, and when she pivoted before him, still wearing the white stockings and shoes, he could see half her ass under the double layers of chiffon. He grunted under his breath. He was not going to let her get the best of him.
Then it hit him. Gina was in on this, the naughty little minx. She had sent him to see Sammy, saying she needed help with a gift. They had set him up. He smiled to himself. This was going to be fun.
Sammy read the resistance in his eyes and knew it was temporary at best. She cupped her breasts in her hands as if to offer them for his pleasure. “I kind of like pink, don’t you?” she asked, turning and bending from the waist to place her hands on the floor. Her ass was displayed before him, her legs spread so wide he could almost see her dark, puckered sphincter and pussy around the minuscule thong that ran between her legs. “Do you like pink?” she asked again, pumping her hips a bit. She straightened slowly, one vertebra at a time, and turned to face him. She cupped his face in her hands and gave him a quick peck on the mouth. “Guess not,” she quipped. “Maybe green.”
She sauntered into the small space behind the divider, whipped off the outfit and playfully threw it over the divider in his direction. This time she clearly heard the expletive he muttered. She wasn’t worried about the clothing—she’d already paid for all the outfits after Gina helped her pick them out. Her frequent large purchases at this store allowed her the privilege of renting the upstairs for the afternoon. She had played this game once before with Nick and had loved it just as much then as she did now with Carl.
The next outfit took a moment longer to change into, so she kept up a running monologue about how much she loved the feel of silk and lace against her skin. As she slipped into the boy briefs and straightened them out, her finger brushed her pussy, and she was startled by how wet she was already. She took a second to stroke her clit, loving the feel of her moist femininity throbbing against her hand.
At last she stepped into the black and silver pumps and strode cheekily from the room. “What do you think?”
She stood before Carl, hands on her hips, legs spread apart. She thrust her hips at him, revealing that she was naked under the short, floating top of emerald lace. He stared at her without answering. A bit miffed by his stoic response, she put one black heel alongside him on the cushion, and with a quick double hop placed the other leg beside him as well. Standing there, she straddled him, her pussy just inches from his mouth. “No opinion?” she demanded, and thrust her hips forward to ensure he could smell her arousal.
When he sucked in a breath and let out a long sigh, she knew she had him beat.
Thanks for stopping by.
Don't forget to comment below for your chance to win!