Monday, February 25, 2008

Paranormal Romance/Fantasy Winner . . . and the Erotic Romance Contest

It happened again! Jessica and I shared only one common entry in our top five picks, so the winner was obvious. Drum roll, please . . .

Shannon — Dragon Born

I was six the day my mother realized I wasn’t normal. I was fourteen the day I realized she would kill me for it.

I envy those who tell stories about their wonderful lives. I want to warn them, every time I seem them . . . at the movies, out for dinner, laughing and talking like they have nothing to fear.

I was like that once. I thought my life was perfect once. The creatures took that away from me one dark night. They stole it from me with my mother’s blessing and changed me forever.

Jessica: I was thrilled when I saw that Kim had picked Shannon’s as well and that it was the only one we had in common because I had already decided I was going to fight for this one to win. I absolutely loved it. I thought these 100 words were brilliant. I love the setup. Isn’t it amazing how much you can learn from a character in only 100 words? And what an opening for a book . . . "they stole it from me with my mother’s blessing and changed me forever.” This is the kind of opening to a book that makes me get up from my desk and move to a comfy chair in the hopes that I’ll be there for the rest of the day. It has atmosphere, brilliant setup to what’s to come, and a real feel for the character. Great work, Shannon!

Kim: This one grabbed me immediately. It sets a tone and creates a tremendous feeling of suspense. I want to know how the narrator is different and I want to know why his/her own mother would want to kill because of it. Shannon’s created a dark and mysterious world that feels thick with danger. I wouldn’t want to be in it, but I sure do want to read about it. Good stuff!

Congratulations, Shannon! When you’re ready for us to critique your query letter, synopsis, and first chapter, please just send them to the blog e-mail link.

Jessica and I were also able to agree on a runner-up:

Diane — Out of the Shade

Some days having wings is a bitch; especially when a smelly assed goblin is holding me by them in front of his mouth like a French fry.

I looked out the broken shop window at my coworkers; members of the Supernatural Task Force, waiting for their brilliant surprise attack to begin. I had been sent in as the decoy. Six inches of faery with a bad case of PMS, supercharged by the earth’s energy that I had absorbed to shrink to this size. The goblin gang, high as kites, laughed and their leader then plucked me out of the air.

Jessica: Another case of leaving me laughing out loud. I love the thought of this poor Tinkerbell-like fairy stuck in the claws of a greasy goblin while her coworkers are outside planning their “attack.” I also love the title Supernatural Task Force. Those kinds of things always grab my attention. I’m a sucker for task forces, forensic teams, and the like. And like all of those I choose as winners, runners-up, or honorable mentions, I love this voice.

Kim: I love how this excerpt paints a picture. I could immediately visualize the whole scene, which isn’t easy when we’re talking about goblins and faeries. I think it’s largely due to that image of the goblin “holding me by [the wings] in front of his mouth like a French fry.” I also like the feistiness of the narrator. I mean she’s obviously in a pretty vulnerable position if she can compare herself to a French fry, so to still have so much spunk really speaks to the faery’s character. This was just plain fun to read.

Tomorrow we’ll be talking about our honorable mentions again, so you can once again get a feel for what we’re looking for. I want to reiterate what we said the last time (and I know I’ll be repeating this after every contest): Please don’t be discouraged from submitting to us if you weren’t chosen as one of our top picks. We saw a lot of great writing and interesting stories in these entries, and it’s still quite possible you could pique our interest with your query letter.

That said, it’s time to introduce a new contest!


We’re accepting all types of erotic romance, including contemporary, historical, and paranormal.


Here are the rules:

1. We’ll only accept entries that are posted in the comments section of this blog article. No e-mailed entries will be considered.

2. Include your title and the first 100 words of your book. Now, we’re not saying to leave us hanging mid-sentence here. Stop wherever the previous sentence ends, but do not exceed 100 words.

3. The same work cannot be entered in more than one genre. If you think your book straddles more than one genre, you’ll have to pick one. We will, however, accept multiple works from the same author in the same or different categories.

4. Once the material is entered, it’s your final entry. We won’t allow revised versions of the same work.

5. We’re accepting excerpts of both finished and unfinished works.

6. The deadline is tomorrow, February 26th, at 9:00 a.m. EST.

And in case you’ve forgotten, the prize is a critique of the query letter, synopsis, and first chapter of the winning entry! The winner will e-mail us the additional material and we’ll provide our notes privately, not on the blog. We will, however, discuss what we liked about each winning 100-word entry on the blog, and will pull out a few honorable mentions to highlight other excerpts that came close and why.

We’ll post the winners in a few days and then move on to the next genre. But this time we’ll make it a surprise, just to keep you on your toes!


Elizabeth said...


“What in Christ’s name…?”

Rosamund’s head jerked up and she blanched.

Will stood in the doorway, soiled hands clenched by his sides, eyes blazing. He crossed the bedroom in seconds. “Give ‘em t’me!”

Hot-faced and mortified, Rosamund jumped up from the bed and hurriedly pressed the shocking photographs at him, but before she could run he snatched the collar of her dress, jerking her back against him. This close he smelled of earth and sweat.

“What’ve I ever done t’thee?” he growled.

“Nothing! It was a game!”

“A game?"

Rosamund struggled uselessly. “I’m sorry!”

“Aye, madam, sorry you’re caught.”

Pamela Davies said...

The digital display reads ten forty-two, ten forty-three. The side of my face is pressed into the pillow, the top of my head bumps against the headboard. Here it comes finally. He rolls off and breathes out a long slow breath, air escaping from a balloon. I sigh too, with relief. Stiffly I turn over onto my back. Carl rubs my arm affectionately--the most-tender part of our lovemaking.
"You're so much more responsive lately, Lyddie," he says.
"Umm." I've learned to have my fake orgasms early so that when he is done he needn't feel obliged.

Rachel Green said...

Screaming Yellow

Susan Pargeter winced as the needle sank into her skin, then again when it poked out again an inch further along. It was a shallow wound: she could see the ridge of metal under the flesh, the last in a long line of parallel needles down the top of both breasts from her collarbones to her areolas.

“Keep still.”

Robert’s voice was commanding, a tone used to being obeyed. His fingers opened another sterile packet and slipped another needle through, perfectly parallel with the rest.

“There,” he said. “A pretty ladder for an angel to climb.”

Tiffany Clare said...

Full Moon

“Chère, let me taste you.” Kevin bit her ear, his hard cock grinding against her mound, as they swayed to the music droning through the club and out into the private courtyard at Full Moon. Sweaty bodies gyrated to the heavy electric beat, all crammed together in various states of ecstasy. This was the only shifter bar in the city. And the place positively reeked of sex—the heady musk of arousal charged the room—with the moon heat coursing through them. Shifters moved and pressed slick against each other, hot bodies heaving in passion. said...

Congratulations to Shannon and Diane. Nice work!

Phoenix Sullivan said...

Love Possessed
paranormal erotic romance

The black-haired woman at the bar was an easy fit.

Sometimes, if Callie tried slipping into someone more tired than tipsy, the fit wasn't quite so clean. More than once she'd been wrenched out prematurely when her host, in essence, kicked back. So now she only targeted women who were clearly drunk off their asses.

"Need another?"

With a start, Callie realized the bartender was speaking to her. It always took a few moments to lose that time-out-of-joint feeling. "Sure." Another drink would firm up the lease of this body through the night and well into the morning.

Rodney Battles said...


So many women; so little time.

With that thought, Roland Banks stoked the fire, tasted his vodka and tonic, and recalled some of the women he had dated between his first and second marriages—and those he had dated or just slept with since his second divorce.

Among his conquests were many men’s fantasies: a nurse, a topless dancer, two flight attendants, a trophy wife, a local on-air radio personality, and an executive he’d met on an MD80 during a business trip. Overall, his numbers were good, but they could be better.

A man’s numbers can always be better.

Skye said...

To the Naked Land

The warrior was coming, and it weren’t just the sight what told her so. Witches hear as much in town as they scrye in a glass, and whispers were thick of the brewing war against the Northlands. She had seen him, in her glass and in her dreams, for they were linked, although not yet joined. Soon.
Death’s fell footstep bruised the belly of the land. He was abroad, less than an hour’s walk away. She could feel him in the darkwood and the castle, the crofts of her people and the distant reaches of the Northlands. Death was coming.

Anonymous said...

“What the hell?” I stumble to a halt, eyes wide with disbelief as I try to make sense of the scene before me.

My living room is filled with people. All naked. All paying no attention whatsoever to me.

My tired brain scans the group once more. I blink a few times to clear my vision. Can jet lag cause strange hallucinations? Have I stumbled into the wrong house? No, I couldn’t have. There’s my boyfriend, Brian, in the middle of the room. I squint, he’s- I drop my bags and the clatter finally attracts some attention.

Anonymous said...

Blood in Vein


Just the whisper of silk against his bare skin…

“Wait, please?”

Pulling the hood over my head, I schooled my features into what was supposed to be an icy mask. But I wasn’t too sure; unlike the rest of my sisters, I never did very well with controlling my emotions.

“Do you have to go so soon?”

He really was one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen. Not the most beautiful, that particular position was and would remain for Simon. But this man lying before me, most certainly made the sainted angels cry crimson tears of envious jealousy.

zeldadg said...

Book Title: Fairy Tail
Paranormal Erotic Romance

Emma knew she was in trouble when she woke up in the fuzzy pink handcuffs.

Working with fairies was hard enough without stuff like this happening. Bad enough they walked around oozing pure sex at you all day long.

She shook the cuffs experimentally. They were fluffy, but tightly attached. Then Emma saw herself in the mirror over the brass bed she was secured to.

Apparently the munchkins from the wizard of Oz had gotten a hold of her, because her hair seemed to be in Dorothy-visiting-the-castle ringlets. Lovely. Hairdressing fairies.

Anonymous said...

Paranormal Erotic Romance

Every time I fuck, someone dies.

I know what you’re thinking. This woman’s crazy. I assure you, I’m not. It used to bother me, but over the years I’ve learned to live with it. After all, a cursed woman has needs, too. The only problem is with the bodies.

Cover-up’s a bitch.

I’ve been careless and now I’m being stalked. This cop has been a real nuisance. For the past week he’s been my shadow. I’ve felt his hungry eyes memorize my every move. He thinks he knows me, but he couldn’t be more wrong.

Tonight I stop being careless.

KATZ said...

Congrats to the winner(s)!

whimper1823 said...

Tricia Grissom your hundred words scream hilarity. I love the voice. It has to be good.

sbwriter, your is also very well done. I loved the intro. Nice writing.

I'd pick up both of them just on the first hundred words.

I also offer my Congratulations to Shannon and Diane. Not surprised though. Both have great voices.

Anonymous said...

Congrats to the winners!! Both were great and I agree on Shannon--very evocative and vivd *sigh* =)

zeldadg said...

Shannon and Diane. You paranormal winners rock the voice. I am totally jealous of your writing.

I would pick up both books immediately if I read the first hundred words. Congrats, you earned it.

Anonymous said...

Congrats, Shannon and Diane. Can't wait to see you in print!

Anonymous said...

Seduction Secrets

From her dainty perch at the bar, Liz looked over to the high stakes table and this time responded to the dark stranger’s lustful gaze by signaling her readiness.

With her lips parted, she pressed a finger to the tip of her tongue and lowered her eyes, trailing her moistened finger down her neck, along the contour of her cleavage to where a pendant nestled between her breasts. She was betting Mr. Handsome High Roller was ripe for the picking.

Minutes later, he was at her elbow. She felt his warm presence but didn’t look up.

“Excuse me darling” he drawled. “Is this seat taken?”

Anonymous said...

Mercy's entry...


My name should’ve been Alice, not Heather Olivia Tripp. Tall-Dark-&-Handsome came out of the rain and into SECS wearing sunglasses, and THAT made me want to follow him down a rabbit hole. I met him halfway, blocking his way to Sammy’s office. Bossman was getting a trial blowjob in there. And the she-male was having one heck of an audition. I could hear the slurping through the closed door.
TD&H had that new-penny-old-money look of the wealthy, but I knew he couldn’t be a SECS client. A millionaire requiring SAMSON ESCORT CATERING SERVICES wouldn’t be caught dead in here.

Mercy J.

Anonymous said...

Playing in the Shadows

When she walked in my first thought was 'ally mcbeal.' But as she approached, I realized that the infamous short skirt was the only thing the two had in common.

Unlike ally, she had a woman’s body; curvy hips, full breasts and never ending legs - thank you David Kelley. Her shoulder length black hair looked silky, like she was one of those women who gave it a hundred strokes a night. Her face, despite the worried look and dark circles, was stunning.

My second thought was to run, but since I owned the place, unfortunately that wasn’t an option.

Anonymous said...


Monsoons filled that summer, and she filled his heart. Later, during evening storms, he thought of the sudden shadows her breasts made with every flash of lightning. Thought of how the rain would seep into her and give her its wetness, until she was fluid all around him, her skin slick with it, her cries dissolving. They moved with the same steady rhythm of the drumming of the water. And when he called her name in that last desperate delving for her innermost secrets, the thunder drowned his voice.

In the autumn, she slipped out of his hold like rain.

Anonymous said...

Erotic Mystery


Officer Annie Johnson gazed at her breasts barely covered by the wonder woman costume and sighed.

"You're up next Boom Boom." Marco slapped her ass as he passed. "Give 'em a thrill."

Annie took a deep breath, strutted onto the stage in time to the throbbing music. She scanned the line of men seated along the stage. There he was, center stage just as the past three nights. She swayed across the stage to the middle pole, swung around it and winked at her target. He picked up his longneck bottle, tipped it toward her and took a long drink.

Christy said...

Wow. I loved the winning paranormal entry. I hope you end up representing it, because I'd love to read the entire book someday! Congrats, Shannon.

Anna Leigh Keaton said...



I reached for the buttons of my blouse with shaky fingers and tried to ignore Sir and Mistress, who stood watch over me. Sir had given the order.

I concentrated on my husband’s dark eyes as I fumbled over buttons that seemed to have shrunk to the size of seeds in the last few minutes.

“Faster, woman,” Sir commanded, his voice sharp.

I flinched when he flicked the ends of the flogger he held against his leather pants. The snapping, hissing sound terrified me. Excited me.

I worked the buttons faster. I knew what was to come.

Jackie Barbosa said...

Lady Libertine

He must be the devil. He was as beautiful and tempting as sin.

If he had come for Amelia’s not-so-dearly departed husband, arriving at the funeral seemed a bit late. If he had come for her, she would gladly accompany him. Hell itself could not be worse than the dreary, meager existence that awaited her in Hanscombe’s dowager house.

Not to mention it was too near Richard.

The thought of her stepson drew Amelia’s gaze to him. Even after all these years, his proximity sent revulsion crawling over her skin.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,” the vicar intoned.

Anonymous said...

Wings of Desire
Erotic Fantasy Romance
89 words

“Oh boy, I can increase my erection by twenty percent!” Rhiannon Kinsley threw back her head and chuckled. “Stupid spam,” she muttered, clicking the delete key.

Stifling a yawn, she watched a rivulet of water trickle down her shoulder to her naked breast, down her stomach to splash on the black leather chair where she lounged. Allowing her towel to slip from her just showered body, she stretched. She hadn't even bothered putting her nightgown on. The only comfort of living alone.

Boredom pounded its way through her body.

Anonymous said...

Sexual Healing

Tony's hand was on my thigh, but I had anticipated this and worn my most flattering short skirt, bare legs. I moved just a hint towards him, just enough for him to know what I wanted. He slid his finger under my panties and began stroking me.
"Are you ready to order?" The bartender asked. I didn't think anyone could see what my ex-boyfriend was up to, but the possibility that they could secretly thrilled me.
"Do you know what you want?" Tony paused for a moment.
"Yes, I definitely know what I want." I nudged him to keep going.

J. M. Sabel said...

Congratulations to the winners. Great writing. I loved them both.

I have a question, though. It seems that the entries in the first person are doing better. Is that something we'll see more of in the future in published books? In the past it was hard to get published if you wrote in the first person, if you weren't writing mainstream that is. Are we seeing a change in genre writing?

Thank you for your answer ahead of time and for this contest. It's great to read everyone's entry and a wonderful opportunity.


Anonymous said...


Nicci Palmetti had always been adventurous, the first willing to try something new. So the fact that she was kneeling bare-assed naked and blindfolded with her arms tied behind her back shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone. Least of all herself.

But it was. Not that she'd ever admit it, especially to him.

“Damn it’s cold in here,” she said against the ball gag. And even though it came out “Bam bits bold bin beer,” Nicci knew the man watching her understood every word she said.

Sighing around the round piece of rubber in her mouth, she tried to think evil thoughts.

Shayla Kersten said...

Title: Astral Bodies

Catlin Landry bolted up in her bed, shuddering with desire. “Damn!”

For three nights now, her dreams had been filled with visions of the stranger. Not that the other dreams were anything spectacular. In one, he cleaned his kitchen; the other, unpacked boxes. Granted, the unpacking was done shirtless and his body was definitely fun to watch!

But tonight? Jerking off in the shower? It didn’t seem fair. If she was going to dream about him and sex, why couldn’t she have at least been a participant? Was she such an introvert she couldn’t even be sociable in her dreams?

Anonymous said...


Whispers by the Sea, the ultimate in sensual adult dining!

Abby drew a sharp breath. She knew The Underground Guide to Seaside was not the usual in-town guide found in Hiltons and Holiday Inn, but sensual adult dining?

“Let me issue a warning before you read any further,” the column continued. “Whispers is not a place where girlfriends lunch before a Saturday matinee, nor the place to take the grandkids when they’re bored with Chucky Cheese. And it's definitely not for a first date unless your lady is adventurous and uninhibited.”

Anonymous said...

Turning Point

“Rico is so hot.” Syndra threw up her hands in frustration. “You can’t ask me to promise that, you just can’t.”

Leandra folded her arms. “I can and I am.”

Men loved Synda and she loved them. If Leandra hadn’t seen it happen before, she would have been shocked seeing Synda’s eyelids slide shut, and a secret, tantalizing smile tug at her lips. Her cheeks colored beneath a thin layer of perspiration, something Synda could not hide with her fair skin, and the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

My God, what is she thinking?

Anonymous said...

J. M. Sabel --

Thanks for your question. I definitely don't think this is an indication that first-person POV is trendy right now.

Overall, I think it can be tougher to write in the first person. So when we see one that really works, it tends to stand out from the crowd. But we certainly don't think it's for everyone. You should always write in the POV that feels right to you. If we see a third-person that really clicks, we'll be equally impressed.

smlgr8 said...


“You’re not even having sex?”

Sebastian Kincaid did not want to hear the answer. Except for not wanting to look like a geek, he would have plugged his ears and sang loudly during Melody Jenks response to Belle Henry’s inappropriate question.

The three of them were having lunch on the patio of a lovely little bistro. They were discussing Melody’s relationship with eligible bachelor, Luther Winthrop.

“Keep your voice down,” Melody hissed.

Indeed. Sebastian lowered his sunglasses and glanced at the other tables. No one seemed to be paying particular attention to them.

“But to answer your question…”

Bloody hell.

Anonymous said...


Matchbook and emergency candles in hand, I was distracted by the voices coming from the reading room as I re-entered the hallway and ran into a wall of sculpted muscle, highlighted by a clean, masculine scent.


My sense of sight was useless, but the other five were on full alert. Strong hands caressed by breasts as I dropped the matchbook and candles so that I could unbutton his pants. Under the cover of darkness, I wondered if I’d come before the electricity did—especially when I had a room full of cranky relatives waiting for the séance to continue.

Anonymous said...

Nikki shook her head. She almost felt sorry for the kid in the piece of shit Honda, revving his engine, signaling he wanted to race. She shouldn’t accept his challenge, street racing could be dangerous, not to mention that pesky detail of being illegal. But dammit, it was fun.

And she wanted to have a little fun for a change.

Did he really think his 115 horsepower Civic could compete with her Shelby GT500? Forget having one of the fastest reaction times in all the NHRA, the power of her Mustang alone would leave him sitting there wondering what happened.

Anonymous said...

Kate S.


"You can't ignore the entire male gender, Tess. What will you do about sex?"

Tess Sheridan squirmed in her chair in the upscale Vancouver bar. "I'm not ignoring them all, just the--"

"Hot guys."

Tess stared down her best friend sitting across the small table. "I will have sex again...someday." She tucked a stray hair into the chignon that had loosened after a long Wednesday perusing contracts. "But I've dated up a storm since ditching Warren. What do you want me to do? Send invitations to the whole bunch and stage an orgy?"

Anonymous said...

Kate S. - Novella


She'd seduce him if it killed her. She wouldn't allow him to be her failure.

Jacey Lamb peeked out from a pillar bordering Greco's crowded dance floor. Zane McCade shook his gorgeous booty in time to the heavy music. The curvy blonge hanging all over him gyrated like a lap dancer desperate for a tip. The hussy could take a breather any minute, because Jacey had her own plans for Zane. She'd slept with the damn man twice, and each had resulted in disaster. This time she'd enjoy herself...and make Zane McCade see stars.

Lauren Hawkeye said...

Sweaty skin stuck to the supple suede of the backseat. As the crisp night air spilled in through the crack that opened the inside of the vehicle up to the rest of the world, sex slithered against sex and awakened ravenous appetites. It was different, every time, which made it worth the excruciating wait. These stolen minutes were hollowed out of the night, and with them came new insight and, without doubt, pleasure. As he came, he thought he was almost whole again.

Anonymous said...




Roses are red...blood red,
Violets are withered and black.
Never trust your lover with your "best friend,"
Or you'll find a knife in your back.

Chapter One


_Fwack-boomp-fwack-fwack. Fwack- boomp-boomp-fwack-fwack. Boomp-boomp._

Sawyer Burke peeled open his eyes and glared at the ceiling of his basement apartment. Sometimes he hated New York. Couldn't the damn city every sleep? On his timetable would be nice.

"For Chrissake!" he yelled from flat on his back on the sofa bed. "Can't you miss one day? _Stop your damn skipping!"_

Anonymous said...


The first day, I couldn't look him in the face.

I gazed at the granite floor of the foyer while I waited for his orders.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"You'd be within your rights if you did." I kept my gaze cast down. I owed him so much for what I'd done to him, and all he'd asked for was five days. He would have my body, and I would reclaim my soul.

"Heaven save me from martyrs," he muttered. "Are you going to mope around the place all week? It's not much of a turn-on."

Anonymous said...

100 Word Erotic Contest

“Have you seen this?”
Ursula glanced at the archeological journal and the photograph of a smiling young woman holding some type of award.
Catherine shoved the magazine closer. “Look closely.”
The caption above the photo read Listan Archeological Society Award Winner Melanie Shaw.
Ursula scanned the article and chuckled. “Another theory about the location of the lost city of the Amazons. I’ve seen articles like this one before. Their calculations are always wrong.”
Her friend shook the magazine and pushed it closer to Ursula’s face. “Not the article! Look at what she’s wearing around her neck!”

Anonymous said...

Chains of Destiny
Fantasy Erotic Romance

“I never asked to be queen.” Shuddering, Korrigan Blackthorn looked at the whip she clenched. She flicked the handle and watched the lash sail in the air. Her stomach roiled in disgust.

Throwing the whip, she sent it flying across the chamber. It slammed against the wall and fell with a dull thud. Taking over the kingdom should have filled her with a sense of purpose, but it only brought her an abyss of emptiness.

With a heavy sigh, she plumped down into the gaudy black velvet throne. Not only was her sister a deranged tyrant, her decorating skills lacked.

Anonymous said...

Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance w/ suspense


by Driftwood

On the morning of her scheduled execution, she lingered in the putrid cot and stretched until the shackles gouged her bare ankles. She’d slept like a dead man, as did her executioner. Poor dumb bastard.

Meet her Maker easily? She didn’t think so. The word easily hadn’t sat well. She was anything but easy.

Lying face down on the floor, however, was the dead man’s body. By the smell, he’d left her a gift of crap in his pants. Evacuated during her seduction dance, no doubt.

Okay, so maybe she was a little easy. Beats dying by firing squad.

Alexis Fleming said...

Burn, Baby, Burn.
Contemporary Erotic Romance

“Hi, Mac, are you lonesome today? Would you like to come out and play? Tell me your deepest, darkest secrets and I’ll grant you your heart’s desire. I promise, you won’t be sorry.”

Mac Davies grinned. He hated to admit it, but he’d been waiting for this call. Leaning across the desk, he punched the speaker button before hanging up the receiver. If he was about to be turned on, he wanted both hands free to enjoy the experience.

“Are you man enough to put your fantasy into words, Mac? I could be sooo goood for you.”

Anonymous said...

Killing Jordan
Contemporary Erotic Romance

"How in the hell did I get myself into into this predicament?"

Amber Morgan paced the balcony of the twentieth story penthouse suite that had been rented for her. _What a stupid question._ She knew exactly why she’d ended up there. She was supposed to kill Jordan Richards.

“Not getting cold feet are you, Amb?” Ruby Jones’ saccharine voice reverberated in her earpiece.

“Why would I?” Other than the fact she had to put a bullet in the head of one of the richest and sexiest men in the world, it was business as usual.

Hot Ash Romance Novels said...


“I can’t believe we got fired.”

Misty’s shoulders slumped as she sipped her third umbrella drink.

“Those idiots have no idea how to run a TV station. That’s all there is to it.” Justin pointed to her nearly empty glass. “Hey, how many of those have you had?”

She shrugged. “Does it matter?”

“Only if I have to carry you home.”

Her spine stiffened. “I’ll have you know I can drink you under the table and for your information, I’m perfectly capable of walking home on my own foo teet!”

Justin blinked. “Did you just say ‘foo teet’?”

Sarah said...

The dim flicker of candlelight cast strange shadows across the blood colored walls. The entire room was decorated in rich reds and purples, and the woman who lived there was just as interesting in a dark and colorful way.

She was no virgin. This woman knew what she wanted in the bedroom and knew how to get it. She had a large drawer filled with sex toys, including the leather straps that now held her hands taught against the bedposts.

He wasn’t intimidated by her level of experience. He knew his own way around the bedroom well.

Anonymous said...

"Have you seen the tits on her? I swear I've seen a nipple slip."

"Yeah and she gives good blow jobs too. They're her specialty."

Janie stopped, hoping they hadn't heard the click of her heels as she approached. Lurking behind the wall, she listened as they talked without a doubt about her.


"And how do you know? Were you lucky enough to have those luscious lips wrapped around your dick?"

Hearty male chuckles filled the room and Janie's hands clenched into fists.

Bunch of jackasses. They wished they had her lips wrapped around her dicks.

Anonymous said...

Carnal Cruise
Contemporary Erotic Romance

“Welcome to Carnal Cruise, where all your fantasies will be fulfilled.”

Jasmine read the sign for the third time. This couldn’t be the vacation she paid for. Glancing down at her itinerary, she groaned. That stupid travel agent chose the wrong cruise line.

There was no way in Hell she’d be stuck on a boat in the middle of the Caribbean with a bunch of sex crazed freaks—

_Good Lord! What the heck?_

A woman wearing a silver studded black leather teddy sauntered by with leash in hand. Attatched to the leash, an equally leather-clad man crawled next to her.

Harris Channing said...

Savannah Daydreams
(Contemporary Erotica)

"Trudy…what the hell are you thinking about?"

Dragged from my fantasy, I sighed. Bleak reality replaced the beauty of my imagined Adonis. I slumped in my chair. I was back in my cubicle with a dying fern and a photo of my cat.

"I'm thinking my life sucks," I said and looked up at Janice, all five-foot-eight, one hundred twenty pounds of glorious goddess. And did I mention she's screwing the boss? Judging by her wrinkled blouse, mussed hair and the light pink marks around her mouth, she and Mr. Marcus had just had coitus interoffice.

Anonymous said...

Sarah C.

The Wrong Blonde
(erotic romance, suspense)

Ginny Hall was eating with the enemy.

Well, she'd start eating the second her tall, broad, square-jawed, finely-muscled tablemate focused those distracting blue eyes anywhere else but on her. If she couldn't breathe, she very well couldn't eat.

Sitting stiffly across from him in the French bistro, Ginny couldn't remember exactly what he'd said and what she'd said that had propelled her out of her comfy accounting office for this pointless meeting.

"Relax, Ginny," Lucas Ingram said with the devil in his grin. "If I'd planned to eat you for lunch, I wouldn’t have brought you someplace so expensive."

Anonymous said...

When Good Demons Go Bad…
erotic paranormal romance

The son of a bitch was going to kill her with sex…again, but what else could she expect from a rogue sex demon. Even while Cassandra “Raven” Caledre reveled in the feel of Fallyn’s perfect body gliding against her naked flesh, she lifted the ceremonial dagger, determined to kill him before the demon finished releasing her soul.

His small, sharp fangs bit lovingly into her shoulder as Fallyn whispered directly into her mind, Let me pleasure you, little Raven, and I swear, with your next life, the surrender will be mine. Letting the dagger fall, she accepted his bargain.

Kim said...

(I hope this doesn't come through twice - Google hiccuped on me)

Coming Home
Contemporary Erotic Romance

All the air had been sucked out of the room as if someone flicked a switch and turned on a giant vacuum.

At least, that was how it felt to Lauren. It was summer, but the heat and humidity outside had nothing to do with the fact that she was having trouble catching her breath. Besides, the funeral home was air conditioned. Five minutes earlier, she complained to Kenny that she was freezing.

Of course, that was before Jake Clayton stepped into the room. The man could look at an iceberg and turn it into steam.

Anonymous said...

(paranormal erotic)

Bright lights pulsed neon colors. The air conditioning, permanently set on high, loudly whirred. A typical night at the Lothario Lounge. Then Antonio deLuc spotted a tall strawberry blonde in barely there black. She’d do. He’d started to wend his way through the smoke-filled lounge when his boss, Archfiend himself, sprang out of a shadow and clamped his arm ‘round the blonde’s waist.

Bloody hell. Antonio wasn’t up for any macho competition bullshit, but his erection was. Usually, Archfiend wouldn’t object to sharing, but lately he’d been in a piss-poor mood, ready to bite Antonio’s head off over trivia.

Anonymous said...

Family Jewels
erotic paranormal romance

_“I, Jewel Cecotti, solemnly swear to tell the truth…”_ The words that had dropped a death sentence onto her head ran through her mind. She’d stood up to the mob only to be run down by a Volvo. “It’s just not fair.”

Before she could be squished, she was scooped up and cradled gently against a broad chest covered in an expensive suit. She looked up and gasped at his far too familiar face. Rich Wolf. His family was one of the few hers feared. A desperate plan bloomed. “I’ll do anything if you can keep me alive.”

Anonymous said...


Faint remnants of sunlight colored the sky, beyond a ridge of black that dressed the horizon with a sheet of midnight. Jacen Castille let the throttle rip, enjoying the power of his black and chrome Fat Boy, as the heavy machine’s acceleration echoed loudly into the coming night.
Up ahead a faded sign trumpeted the town of Whitehead. His cock roared to life, and he licked his lips in anticipation of all those bodies. Human bodies.
He glanced toward his handsome companion, and shrugged internally. Scenting the air, he smiled. There should be plenty of women to fuck.

Unknown said...

Monet, OK (WIP Title)

“No, I’m not going,” Kristen said, pacing around her small office.

“Please,” said Lilly, Kristen’s best friend. “You’re the biggest celebrity we have in Monet! It’s our class’s fifteen year reunion!”

Kristen sat down, elbows on the desk, God help her, and she ran her fingers through her hair. “Lilly, I don’t want to go, okay? Those people – they’re just not who I am.”

“Of course not, you’re Kristen Linden! The gal who brought erotic romance to the masses!”

“Still won’t make me come to the reunion.”

“And not gloat in the ‘Triplets’ faces?” Lilly said, her eyebrow cocked.

Anonymous said...



Ginny's head whipped around so fast it wobbled. "Excuse me?"

"Virgin?" the hunk with the seductive smile and captivating eyes repeated. "Not you, sweetheart, your drink. You told your boyfriend that you'd had enough." The bartender leaned closer, his gaze dropping to her cleavage before bouncing back to her eyes. "I thought maybe you'd like to go virgin on this drink without him knowing."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Well, whatever he is, he's working damn hard to get lucky tonight."

"I know that. I'm not a moron."

"Good. I hate to see slime sneak up on nice girls."

Anonymous said...

The Succubus in Me
Paranormal Erotic Romance

“Cause of death…” Detective Brent Matthews muffled his chuckle behind a burly hand. “Hot monkey sex.”

Meredith Sullivan rolled her eyes. Leave it to her partner to make light of a crime scene. “No, braniac, he died of a heart attack. He just happened to be having sex when it happened.”

“Always the party pooper, aren’t you, Mer?” Brent shook his head. “And how many twenty-nine year old men have you seen keel over from a heart attack.”

“Several. Why don’t we wait for the toxicology report to come back, then we’ll have our cause of cardiac arrest.”

Anonymous said...

Contemporary Erotic Romance

It was a week before my sister Jenna’s wedding. I sat scrunched around a bunch of crazy, drunk, and sex-starved housewives and divorcees. This was her bachelorette party—one last hoorah before submitting to the ball and chain.

Why is it I always get suckered into attending these silly events? Perhaps I’m a pushover. Perhaps there’s a party animal deep inside me, roaring to get out. Maybe I just love my sister.

Whatever it was, I made my decision. Here I was, with other crazy women, carving phalluses out of cucumbers and playing pin the hose on the fireman.

HollyD. said...


Katrina Pennucci sat back in her chair and waited. She hoped he agreed to take her case. If not, she was on her own. Not that she wasn’t used to going it alone, but this time she needed help, his help.

Cameron Brady sat behind his desk and silently groaned. The woman across from him had caused him a raging hard on the minute she walked through his door and demanded to speak with him. How the hell was he supposed to help her, when all he wanted was to throw her across his desk and fuck her senseless.

Anonymous said...

(erotic paranormal romance)

“Next thing I knew, Vince began baying at the moon, his teeth got big, he sprouted fur—and he was off chasing rabbits and other small game in the woods.” My best friend Jane paused to take a breath.

I couldn’t believe what she was telling me over mocha lattes. “My God. What’d you do then?”

Jane shook her head and laughed dryly. “It was either hunt with him—and I’m a vegetarian—or head for home and bolt my door. Which is what I did. But damn, Nina,” she said, her voice now shaky with tears, “I love that man.”

Anonymous said...

As expected, an exuberant shout rudely tore into her realm. Alert now, as his short breaths spread warmth across her lax cheek, Aurora waited until the man shuddered to the end. With one last squeak of a well-used hinge, the clumpy mattress sank, dipping deep its worn middle. The man shifted his body, a popping sound echoed into the stale air as the sweaty suction melding them broke. Although not quick enough, Emmett Rinesmith did rise from her bed. She watched him passively, with a professional smile known to fool every man who came through her door.

Toni Helen said...


"You're a dirty girl Amy." He purred, his voice full of sexual intent.
"I know; you just bring out the beast in me." The sudden beep as her battery expired brought her back to the real world.
Shit, poxy mobile phones. Hurling the useless piece of junk onto the passenger seat Amy Whittaker tried hard to concentrate on the road. The weather was closing in, thunderstorms had been forecast, the air was electric.

Elisa said...


Aidan came awake by degrees, his whole body tingling at the feel of the warm, wet mouth closing over his cock. Full lips encased his erection. A rush of heat started at the root of his cock and spread out to his limbs and head, numbing his brain and making his stomach muscles clench tight. He grabbed handfuls of silky sheet in his fists.

The mouth was familiar. He knew her touch. But it had to be a dream. The woman he remembered was long gone. Dead and buried in the cold, hard ground, a result of his own stupidity.

Anonymous said...

My stalking days were over.

The guy I’d cyber-spied on for the last three years, the guy whose beige-boring suburban neighborhood I’d cruised nightly for the past three months, the guy I’d tailed to work every morning for the last week like some kind of a crazed, hack PI with a blunt cut and a minivan – braked hard at a stop-light.

And then, I, absently sipping a Dunk-a-cino while admiring the back of his head, rear-ended him.

I felt hot coffee seep through my down parka as I watched him climb out of his Camry and head toward my car.

Anonymous said...


Right about the time Holden O'Donnell was sliding my ruffled panties over my cherry-red pumps and stepping between my thighs, it occurred to me: this is probably a mistake.

Too late now.

Truth be told, it’d been too late from the moment we'd met. It was inevitable we'd wind up here in the laneway behind LaRocca's. I was just surprised it had taken this long.

Most guys don't want to believe women have spank-banks but deal with it, boys, we do. Mine features occasional celebrity guest appearances--Joaquin Phoenix or chef Gordon Ramsay--but usually it's a nameless, faceless fuck.

Spy Scribbler said...

My skin glistened soft with the cream of coconut, honey, and cloves. The harem was lively with talk of the Prince’s return.

I was prepared, ready to meet my destiny.

The door from the Prince’s chambers crashed open. “Where is she?”

He strode to me, his gaze clear and direct. I did not cast my eyes down. I met his gaze as a girl who fancied herself a Princess, a Queen one day.

"You impertinent fool," he said. "Send her to Odin’s Hall for training."

He didn’t frighten me, but the gasps that echoed through the harem did.

HollyD. said...

"Well, are you gonna help me or not?" Jake Wellington asked.

"I'll help, but for a price." Kathryn Williams replied.

"Wipe that smug grin off of your face and tell me, what the hell it is you want?"


"Sweetheart, you can have me anytime you want. I think I've made that offer several times." He smiled.

"Jake, if I just wanted to fuck, there are a dozen ranch hands out there for me to choose from."

“Yeah, but I’m a hell of a lot better than any of them.”

"I want your vote next week at the town meeting.”

Vivi Anna said...

WOOT! Shannon, you go girl. I'm rooting for you chica! big smooches! Congrats!

Lauren Hawkeye said...

My budy Shannon just admitted that SHE is the Shannon that won- WAY TO GO SHANS! You deserve it chica!!!!

Lips MacPherson said...

Good job Lauren Hawkeye! I see great things ahead for you :)

Mel Teshco said...

CARNAL MOON (Paranormal erotic romance)

Lightning flickered behind the mountains to the West as ragged scraps of cloud fled toward the coast, unveiling a full moon.
It shone bright over the government reserve just North of Sydney, gilding eucalyptus trees in a wash of yellow and reflecting the primal glow in the tawny eyes of the beast which paced below.
Holly paused and lifted her head, her nostrils dilating as she scented the breeze. She shivered, anticipation filling her blood. Male werewolf was much stronger now. He’d almost tracked her down.
Werewolves only ever came together on the first night of each month’s full moon.

Anonymous said...


He was here again.
Kallie knew it the moment she strutted onto the stage in a white cowgirl hat and sleek tasseled dress. Even when the club echoed with wolf whistles and lewd cheers, she felt his stare.
She smiled. It seemed he liked what he saw. And, hell, she wasn’t one to disappoint.
Heavy bass flooded the stage, and a spotlight dazzled directly above her, the spectators now dim faces in the crowd as she threw her head back and strode forward, hips swiveling to the beat before she grabbed hold of the centre pole and executed a turn.