New Release: TIP OF THE SPEAR

 TIP OF THE SPEAR

Tip of the Spear the first book in a brand new series about four Amazons in search of their stolen crown. It's the Old West turned new, since the world has died and been reborn. Electricity doesn't work. The East relies on steam power, while the Western Territories are much less civilized, falling under the power of the UTO--the United Territorials Office. It's all about preserving the earth. And vengeance. And guns. And sexy rivalries. Welcome to the New West...

BLURB

The year is 1156NB--the New Beginning. After people polluted the planet beyond recognition, the sky rocks came and reduced the world to rubble. Yet mankind refused to die, and the world was reborn. Welcome to the New West, where the Nature Laws rule.

1.  Procreation is necessary, not optional
2.  Women are a precious commodity
3.  Harm the earth, lose your life
4.  If it can eat you, it will

Welcome to the New West, where the Nature Laws dictate who lives and dies by the way they treat the land, carnivorous horses and blood trees are accepted mutations courtesy of the sky rocks, and the Impact Zone separates the earth-friendly territories of the West from a more sophisticated, steam-powered East. Women are rare commodities, living in extended families with more than one husband, and children are a necessity in a world where sterility is often the norm, not the exception. Life is full of challenge, romance and adventure. Something one courageous, wounded Amazon will find out first-hand.

Thais (Tay-iss) lost her mother, her queen, and most of her tribe at the hands of brutal foreigners, all while she enjoyed a respite from duty. But the young Amazon with vengeance in her heart refuses to lose anything else. She’ll bring back the queen’s stolen crown or die trying. Life in the Territories has its perils: the Nature Laws, carnivorous beasts, and treacherous men who survived the Time of Dying. One man in particular, a warrior in his own right, has an odd effect on her senses. She comes to desire him, to trust him, and she doesn’t like it. Men are good for war and breeding, neither of which Thais has time for, not when she’s so close to finding those responsible for the crown’s theft. In the course of her quest, Thais finds much more than atonement for her troubled past, but a pure and lasting love, if only she has the courage to accept it.

EXCERPT (rated R)

Hinto was having the most erotic dream. In it, Thais lay naked in his arms, her breasts filling his palms, her ass snug against his cock as he ground into her. He moaned and thrust again, frustrated by the distance between them he couldn’t seem to breach.

He leaned forward and kissed her neck. She tasted fresh, like the vanilla oatmeal soap he’d handed her, right before she’d walked up to him by the stream, naked as a newborn. He’d never in his life been so ready to fuck as he’d been then.  Hell, as he was now.

He cupped her hip and ground against her, needing relief. More, he needed to know what she felt, if she would finally accept him. All of him. An odd flash of energy swept through him, and he said to hell with waiting. He shoved his hand down her pants and between her thighs.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he murmured and nipped at her ear.

“Hinto,” she breathed and squirmed against him. “Hinto?”

The panic in her tone alerted him that all was not as it should be. Hinto woke with his mouth over Thais’s neck and his hand between her sleek thighs. His finger rested on her engorged nub, and he couldn’t help rubbing it back and forth as he arched into her.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, but she didn’t tell him to stop.

“Yes, that’s it. A little more.” He slid his finger deeper inside her tight sheath and thrust harder against her ass. His jeans rubbed his cock raw as he tried to come. But her hot, wet sex flooded for him, telling him that no matter what she said, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“Ss-top. Let me go.”

He groaned. “Dammit, stop squirming.” He removed his hand from between her legs, but every time she bucked against him, she shot his lust sky high.

“Why are you rubbing against me?” She tried to turn in his arms and pushed harder against him.

Completely lost, he groaned as he came, messing a perfectly fine pair of trousers. He heard her call his name in concern, but he couldn’t stop. Hinto finally found relief from a hard-on he’d suffered from most of the night, but his orgasm was less than ideal. He’d prefer to fill her instead of his damned pants.

“Are you all right?”

He opened his eyes to see Thais leaning over him, her shirt unbuttoned, her breasts hanging free. He shifted to lay flat on his back and lifted his arm to cover his eyes and block the view, when he caught the subtle fragrance of her moist need still coating his finger.

Unable to stop himself, he shoved the digit in his mouth and tasted her. By all that was holy, he wanted more.

She flushed and sat back on her heels, straddling his hips. “Why did you do that? And why did you do this in the first place?”

“Damn, you taste good.” He worked to regulate his breathing and tried his best to explain. Thais didn’t look so much angry as confused. And downright sexy. “I was dreaming. I told you I’d dream about you, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but why are you over here? Last night you sat across the fire.”

“You stared moaning in your sleep. Restless, upset.” Her pain had bothered him on a level that made him uncomfortable. “You were also shivering from cold. Probably should have dried out that hair before falling asleep. So I put my arms around you and you fell asleep. I was tired enough to rest with you.”

She flushed. More embarrassed because of a nightmare or because of the near sex they’d had? It was something he’d ask her about… once he cleaned himself up.

“I’m sorry I woke you. But this—I—”

“This wasn’t intentional. I swear.” He shifted underneath her and groaned, not needing another erection with her so close.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Damned innocent. The brief joy from his climax faded under an annoying need to make her feel better. Well, screw her. He didn’t need to play nursemaid to Thais. The woman could fend for herself just fine.

“You want to see what you did to me?” he rasped. Without waiting for her answer, he unbuttoned his trousers and parted them. He showed her his semi-hard shaft covered with seed. Masochist that he was, he wrapped her hand around him. “That’s what you did. You got me so hard I came from dry humping you. Made a right mess of myself.”

She stared down at him, speechless. Her gaze fastened on his cock and stayed there, especially when it hardened in her grip. “Does it hurt?” she asked in a low voice.

“Not now. But it’s going to again, real soon. I can feel it.” He groaned, losing his ability to think beyond the pressing ache in his groin.

“You spilled seed,” she said, examining him with curiosity. “For breeding.”

“You could say that. Hmm, rub it some more. Up and down.” He watched her watching him and thought it the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. Seeing Thais get him off had him harder than stone.

“This is what makes it leak? When I do this?” She rubbed him right where he liked, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed. “Thais, feel how hard I am? That’s because I want you.”

“To spill inside me?”

“Hell, yeah, to spill inside you. You’ve never had anything inside you before, have you?” He shifted under her, gratified when she squeezed him tighter.

“No. Only Amazons selected to breed may,” she murmured, apparently caught in the same wave of lust that he was to mention a part of her past. “You feel harder to me. As if you are growing.”

“More. Rub faster just under there. Feel how hard my balls are?” He shoved his jeans down and tried to widen his legs. He pulled her other hand closer and groaned when she cupped him. His hips arched into her touch, completely under her control. “I want to come inside you, in your mouth, your cunt. You have no idea what I want to do to you,” he breathed, staring up at her with promise. “Just say the word and I’ll give it all to you, honey.”

She frowned. “I feel… funny. I’m as slick as you are.” She slid her fingers over his shaft and balls, rubbing his semen into his skin even as she looked at him with suspicion.

She’s wet. Oh shit. She wants it and doesn’t know what it means.

“I’m aching inside,” she continued, killing him. “Burning. Is this what it feels like to you?”

Fuck. I’m nearly there. “Yeah, oh yeah, aching. Fuck me, I’m coming again. Hold me tight,” he urged before he grunted and spattered his shirt with more come than he’d thought he had left.

She eventually removed her hand and stared at the moisture coating her fingers. Linking gazes, she mimicked what he’d done earlier. She stuck her finger to her tongue and tasted him.

“That’s even better than seeing you naked. Watching you lick my seed.” If he’d had the energy, he would have shown her how to ease that ache inside. But he couldn’t do much more than lie there feeling drunk.

Thais regarded him with speculation. “This is the joining, then. Sex? This is the great mystery?” She smiled, looking strangely relieved. “A man ruts and spills, and your women hunger for it.” She shook her head. “I think I will never understand.”

He flushed as she moved away and disappeared in the direction of the stream. Damned if she hadn’t taken him to heaven, only to rip it away with a smile. His self-esteem drowned in a sea of mortification. But he couldn’t deny he deserved it. Not only had he—though unknowingly—taken advantage of her while they slept, but he’d come twice when she’d yet to have an orgasm.

“I’m crazy for even thinking about pursuing this,” he muttered to himself while he cleaned up. He visited the stream, unsure of what to say to Thais. Unsure of how to talk to a woman. A first in his life.

Thais spoke first, her voice full of confidence.  “Thank you, Hinto. I learned much from our encounter. I find your physical reactions curious. Do all men react this way to a woman’s touch?”

“When a woman looks and acts the way you do, a man would have to be dead not to react the way I did,” he growled, defensive.

She fucking grinned at him. “I didn’t mean offense. I found your taste not unpleasant.”

He closed his eyes, not needing that reminder again, especially when his dumbass dick twitched.

She shook her hands free of the water clinging to them. “I will wait for you by the camp.”

He watched the little witch go back to camp. Witch or Amazon? She couldn’t possibly mean Amazon, as in, legendary warrior woman from beyond the border. Probably some wacko group of women living in a remote section of the Territories who pretended to play tough. Then again, from the way Thais handled her conflicts with fists and feet, one might assume she’d come from that mythic tribe.

He cleaned himself as best he could and shivered in the morning air that made the cold spots on his pants even colder. He didn’t like the feeling that he’d been set aside, a curiosity and threat no more, as if Thais thought she’d seen what he had to offer and could so easily dismiss him.

Grunting with impatience, Hinto finished by the stream and took a moment to regroup. He’d taken the damned job for Kitty to be closer to Thais. Crazy notion. Because now that he had his wish, he almost wanted to go back and forget all about her. The damned woman had wormed her way under his skin. He wanted to sleep with her something fierce, but more, he wanted to help her, and he already had his hands full trying to help himself.

He knew better than most that happiness was a God-awful illusion. A chance at security was the best any of them could do in these times. So why did he want to find Bartel for the Amazon? Why did he itch to make her feel the way he had just moments ago? Why not take the pleasure and forget about giving it back, focus on his father’s health and finding the ones who’d hurt him?

“Because I’m a dumb shit who’s as likely to get shot as he is to find his father a cure,” he muttered, and tromped back to camp.

He found Thais clean, dressed, and ready to ride.

And ripe to be plucked from that innocence shining in her bright green eyes.

“Whenever you’re ready,” she said in a throaty, accented voice that made him think of soft sheets and sweaty sex.

I’ve been ready since the moment I laid eyes on you. He wanted to yank her off her horse and show her just what an orgasm felt like, and why so many lucky women in the Territories claimed him the best they’d ever had. Instead he glowered and moved past her to Beast.

The next few days were going to be the longest in his life, he just knew it.

 ***

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Welcome: Carrie Ann Ryan and Charmed Spirits!!!

 

A Holiday, Montana Refresher

So what is Holiday, Montana and why do I keep going on and on about it? Well, that’s easy, this the name of my new series and the small town where my sexy Cooper brothers live. But it’s not just that, not by far.

Holiday, Montana is where make believe is real. Every myth you heard as a child about holidays and the characters that made it fun aren’t myths…but real. Santa, the tooth fairy, Cupid, witches, ghosts…they’re all real.

But the world doesn’t know it.

Holiday is the mecca of holiday paranormals and the Cooper brothers are in the middle of them all. Each Cooper brother will find out that the holidays aren’t as boring as they thought they were, no, they’re filled with magic.

Matt Cooper is the first brother we’ll meet in CHARMED SPIRITS. When he was younger, he was in love with the local witch, Jordan Cross. When she left to escape the town’s hatred of something different, he’d thought he’d lost his heart. But now she’s back and Matt has a second chance…if he wants it.

So yes, you’ve guessed it, the first book is all about Halloween. I have trick-or-treating, a haunted house, a sexy witch, and a ghost….yep, a ghost.

I love the holidays—all of them, and I’m so happy to share a little bit of this world with you.

So, what’s your favorite holiday?

Charmed Spirits Blurb

Jordan Cross has returned to Holiday, Montana after eleven long years to clear out her late aunt’s house, put it on the market, and figure out what she wants to do with the rest of her life. Soon, she finds herself facing the town that turned its back on her because she was different. Because being labeled a witch in a small town didn’t earn her many friends...especially when it wasn't a lie.

Matt Cooper has lived in Holiday his whole life. He's perfectly content being a bachelor alongside his four single brothers in a very small town. After all, the only woman he'd ever loved ran out on him without a goodbye. But now Jordan’s back and just as bewitching as ever. Can they rekindle their romance with a town set against them?

Warning: Contains an intelligent, sexy witch with an attitude and drop-dead gorgeous man who likes to work with his hands, holds a secret that might scare someone, and really, really, likes table tops for certain activities. Enough said.

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Carrie Ann Ryan is a bestselling paranormal and contemporary romance author. After spending too much time behind a lab bench, she decided to dive into the romance world and find her werewolf mate - even if its just in her books. Happy endings are always near - even if you have to get over the challenges of falling in love first.

Her first book, An Alpha's Path, is the first in her Redwood Pack series. She's also an avid reader and lover of romance and fiction novels. She loves meeting new authors and new worlds. Any recommendations you have are appreciated. Carrie Ann lives in New England with her husband and two kittens.

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EXCERPT

Matt Cooper walked into the hardware store in a daze, his body going through the motions while his mind tumbled in an array of memories, anger, and longing.

She’s back.

Jordan Cross, his high school love and childhood best friend…back. She’d left without a word, leaving a mess of dashed possibilities and his broken heart in her wake.

But, Jesus, she looked even better than before.

Her green eyes seemed darker, more haunted or sorrowful, than before, like she’d fought more than she’d bargained for and was still losing. Her hair was longer now, very glossy sable locks falling to the middle of her back in careless waves. He’d had loved to run his fingers through it when they sat at the lakeside watching the sun set.

Yes, they’d been that clichéd in high school, but he’d loved her.

Loved.

Past tense. Because he didn’t love her anymore. She’d left him. Left him with his problems, his everything and yet nothing.

Matt shook his head and went behind the counter, trying to ignore the dull pain in his temples. Darn witch, she shouldn’t be here. He didn’t want to think about her. Didn’t want to deal with it all over when she left again.

Monday--It's Back Again

Good morning, and good news!  Right Wolf, Right Time is now available for pre-order on Amazon. I get a kick out of seeing the cover up. I especially like the colors on this one. All of my other Cougar Falls books have been  reddish/brownish in tone. But this one is a dark blue. Moonlight and wolves. Love it!  

Funny story. One of my son's friend's mother came over to collect her child, who'd been playing with mine. She's a really nice woman, and we got to talking. One thing led to another and I told her what I do for a living. Naturally, I showed her my office. She thought it was pretty cool and wanted to read a book. And that's when it gets funny. I'm always leery about letting people read my stuff who aren't already romance readers. After warning her not to burn me out of the neighborhood, I had to choose my tamest romance.

So after looking through what I had left in print: a few Circe's Recruits books, Namesake, some Westlake Enterprises and Storm Lords books, I went with Storming His Heart. A m/f psychic romance. Sexy yet safe. Threesomes and more, as well as male-male interaction and bondage, are not for newbies. *grin*

Now back to my Skookum blend for the morning. Happy Monday. May your week be swinging-from-the-chandelier entertaining. :)

Are Indies Team Players?

Yesterday I came across a discussion about indie authors and traditionally published authors. I wish I could remember the link, but the gist of it was, many complained that indie authors weren't very social. 

Come again?

Yeah, some authors, indie and traditionally published, were tossing around situations they'd come across and wondered just how team-friendly independent authors truly are. One such example mentioned a contest at a review site geared for Indie authors. No one was commenting or judging the indie authors, not even the indie authors themselves. Yet when the same review site had a contest for trad published authors, people wouldn't stop commenting. Why the big difference? Same contest, same site, yet some authors jumped in to provide valuable feedback, yet others did not. (Then again, on the indie contest, there weren't many trad pubbed authors commenting either. I dunno.)

What fascinated me was that the discussion had very little finger pointing or name calling. It was an intelligent discussion, so I thought I'd bring it here.

I started out my publishing career by trying to get published with the big houses in New York. But Harlequin, St. Martins, and Random House didn't exactly gibe with what I was writing. Then ebooks became an option, and I was fortunate to have editors and cover artists and a publishers to produce my work. Fast forward several years, and I've tested publishing books myself. It's a lot more work, yet a lot more liberating too. My edit and cover art choices are my own. But what I don't seem to get from the indie side of things are networking friends.

Before anyone jumps on me saying I'm pro this or anti that, I don't choose any side. I don't think you have to, in this day and age. My "traditional" route when getting published put me into a large social network I don't think I could have gotten on my own. By being with Samhain, for example, I was immediately included with over four hundred other authors on loops and digests. I was able to talk to them, interact with them, and have something in common--writing and our publisher. Not to mention the readership that came with an established name in romance ebooks.

Independent publishing is a lot of work, and as such I'm closeted in my office, formatting, editing, getting cover art, and trying to promote my books. I don't have other Marie Harte authors to talk to, because it's just me. This is not to say I don't have other writer friends, or that I haven't "met" folks on the Internet. But those writer friends I mentioned I found through RWA--a writer's group. A social place where information is bandied about, and an organization which tries to help aspiring romance authors publish with publishers.

Now that independent publishing is really starting to gain ground, RWA is opening up to indie, slowly, but hopefully surely. I've joined a few marketing groups and a yahoo group targeted toward independent publishing. There are support groups out there, but I wonder how many authors know or take advantage of that? I'm curious, to say the least. (One such group that gives great tips is Indie Romance Ink, by the way.)

Just my food for thought on a Friday. Feel free to leave your opinions about indie authors, trad pubbed authors, and social networking. I'm always curious to hear from folks who do both, to compare. And note, flame wars will not be tolerated. Yes, I say this realizing maybe one person will comment. Still, it had to be said.

A Wicked, Wicked Day

It's another Wicked Wolf day. I swear, that coffee is like crack. I can't stop drinking it.

Good news. My accountant is stellar and steering me in the right direction as far as the 2012 tax year. One major load off my mind. More good news, my YA book is about done. Now when some parent asks what I do for a living, I can tell them I write children's books, so my sons will not have to go through life having a mother who writes smut. Well, not all the time. And it's not smut, it's erotic romance. But okay, thoughts for another discussion.

I'm finishing up the formatting for Tip of the Spear, my Amazon Western which releases next week. And that brought to my attention that I have been very lax on promoting it. I've lined up a ton of blog dates for Right Wolf, Right Time, which releases in November from Samhain. But I seem to have skipped my Amazons. sigh. More to do.

On an even better note, the fall season has finally arrive in Bend. The trees are turning pink and red and orange. It hit the twenties last night and is in the sixties right now. Life is good, I'm drinking coffee, trying to ignore politics, and writing. All that and my grandfather just had another birthday. Go Grandpa Tony!

Wednesday Words: Tip of the Spear

Thought I'd share a brand new steamy excerpt from Tip of the Spear, coming out next week!
 

 

 

Welcome to the New West, where the Nature Laws dictate who lives and dies by the way they treat the land, where carnivorous horses and blood trees are accepted mutations courtesy of the sky rocks, and where the Impact Zone separates the earth-friendly territories of the West from a more sophisticated, steam-powered East. Women are rare commodities, living in extended families with more than one husband, and children are a necessity in a world where sterility is often the norm, not the exception. Life is a challenge, full of romance, heartache, and adventure. Something one courageous, wounded Amazon will find out first-hand.

 EXCERPT

Pretty didn’t come close to describing her, but it was all he could manage. Green eyes dominated a face full of character and strength. High cheekbones, a slim nose and stubborn jaw hinted at control issues. Her full lips remained flat, though a rosy flush told him she wasn’t immune to his study. As Hinto looked at the rest of her, his body responded. How could it not? Despite the vest hiding her chest, this close, he could see the faint swell of her breasts against the denim underneath. She had a slender build, but no one fragile could take down the Appersons or these louts. She stood only a few inches shorter than his own formidable height. Were he to lean down, their lips would meet at the perfect angle…

She pushed away from him so suddenly she freed herself from his hold. She stepped back and continued to stand in silence, watching him without expression. After a few moments, she frowned, and her lips parted. He envisioned her on her knees, her mouth open to receive him, and he had trouble stifling a groan of pure need.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re too scared to talk?” he asked in a thick voice, captivated by the sweet femininity he could almost taste, wrapped in such a tough package. He’d seen a few women who could handle themselves, but none of them had been this fine. Or smelled so damned good. When the breeze blew, he caught a faint flowery smell, one he couldn’t identify, but one that seemed to encapsulate the woman before him. Pleasing, not overpowering, and addictive.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to thank me for helping you by meeting me at Kitty’s?” The cathouse rented rooms as well as provided services for paying clientele.

“Kitty’s?”  

Definitely new to town. “Kitty House is a whorehouse, a fine one, with a red awning over the front porch.” Unlike Delware’s, Kitty didn’t advertise by forcing her women to hang out the windows and flaunt themselves half-dressed.

She blushed a bright red and focused on his mouth. “I have need of Kitty House.” She licked her lips, and he wanted to shout out thanks to his maker.

“You do?” He’d expected a refusal from this one. Not much shocked him, but this woman continued to surprise him. “Well, hell, follow me.”

He walked with a spring in his step, contemplating all the ways he planned to slake this sudden lust. The fatigue weighing him down seemed to have all but vanished. Conscious of her behind him, he wondered about her name, where she was from, what brought her here.

And then she walked around him to enter Kitty’s and requested a private audience with the madam.

“What the hell?” He walked in after her and saw DeeDee lounging in the blue room. Shit. He didn’t want to upset her, but he couldn’t possibly ignore the opportunity to slide between the thighs of this intriguing woman. He couldn’t explain his urgent need to possess her, but until he rid himself of it, he’d get no peace. He tried to follow her into the madam’s private quarters.

She stopped right in front of him and turned around with an irritated expression on her face. “Why do you follow me?”

“Honey, you said you needed Kitty’s. And I sure as hell need you.” He glanced down at himself, pleased when she followed his gaze and stared, her eyes growing wider by the moment.

“I—I do not need you. I need Kitty.”

Shocked anew, he watched her enter at Kitty’s invitation. Kitty shook her head and grinned. She winked, throwing brown ringlets in waves around her painted face before she closed and locked the door behind them.

Poleaxed, Hinto didn’t know what to think.  The woman had blushed, had looked at him with eyes that saw too much and not enough, and then sought out a woman for companionship. Yes, he wanted her, but Hinto Dakota didn’t fawn over any female.

Disgruntled and tired all over again, he spun on his heel and sought DeeDee. After a few expected niceties, he found himself in her room and soaking in a warm bath that smelled like pine. Pleasant, natural, and soothing.

“Ah, Dee, you know how to please a man.” Unlike some women.

DeeDee smiled knowingly and washed his back when he leaned forward. Like the others in residence, she tried to look years younger than her own age. He’d visited her on and off for a few years and knew she had to be older than the twenty years she advertised. Still, she had all the assets he required in a woman. Large breasts, full hips and the wherewithal to sate a man’s needs with no expectations of anything more.

“Lean back, sugar.”

He leaned back and spread his legs wide, knowing what came next. She didn’t disappoint. Dee reached into the soapy water, leaning low enough to show him those fine, round globes plastered to the sheer blouse that gaped at her cleavage. Her nipples stood stiffly beneath the fabric, and Hinto liked to think they grew hard just for him. Though Dee had always preferred him to any other customer in the place, he wondered if she desired him, his gold, or just sex in general.

Cupping him, she exerted gentle pressure on his balls before sliding her hand up and down his shaft, the way he liked. After his day spent chasing the Appersons and dealing with an infuriating woman who didn’t seem to realize she was one, he needed the break. But as his desire increased, he imagined the green eyed woman with her pouty lips and lean lines pulling on him, rubbing on him, sucking on him. His arousal grew.

“Oh, baby, that’s it,” Dee crooned and kissed his neck, his chest, his chin. Her hand moved faster and she began whispering in his ear. Things she wanted to do to him, things she would do to him after he came the first time. Things I want another woman to do to me without Kitty or anyone else present.

The thought of shoving hard inside his green eyed stranger made his heart race and his cock throb. To watch those expressive eyes widen and her ripe lips part as she came around him nearly undid him.

“Oh, you’re ready today, baby. So full for me,” Dee murmured as if from far away.

Hinto groaned and closed his eyes, needing the release. She flicked her thumb over him and stroked the spot just below the head of his shaft. Once, twice…  He shot hard, gasping for breath as a fog of pleasure consumed him. Emerald sparks glittered behind his lids, a blaze of color in tune with his passion. Time seemed to stand still as euphoric wonder overtook him. As he came down off his sexual high, he flushed at Dee’s grin.

“You needed it bad, hmm? A hard day?”

“You have no idea.” He sighed. “Thanks, Dee. Now how about that dinner you promised me?”

She nodded. “But not before I get a good look. Trust me, sugar. There is nothing finer in this life than the sight of a well hung man dripping wet. Especially one that looks like you.”

He shook his head and stood, aware that she told the truth about liking the look of him. He’d never hurt for companionship when he needed it, but he’d always chalked up the attention to his naturally large frame. Perfectly proportioned, he’d often heard said after a night in bed.

“I love your hair. It’s so dark it’s almost blue.”

Like his name. Hinto meant “blue hair” in Dakota, the language of his mother’s people. “Yeah, well it’s nothing compared to your beauty, Dee.” His gaze lingered over her breasts and he reached out, weighing a heavy mound in his hand. He shoved her blouse aside and lowered his head to suck on the stiff peak. “Mmm, almost as good as that steak you promised me.”

She laughed breathlessly and scurried out the door.

He toweled off and lay back on the bed. Clasping his hands behind his head, he had to force himself not to throw on his clothes and find out what the hell Green Eyes wanted with Kitty. Not my concern, he told himself. But the hell of it was, he couldn’t stop thinking about her, which aggravated the piss out of him.

Throughout his dinner, a massage, and another few romps with Dee that ended in cathartic orgasms for them both, Hinto forced himself to concentrate on the woman servicing him. A simple enough exchange. Gold for pleasure. No strings attached.  

He fell asleep with green eyes on his mind.

Movie Review: Hotel Transylvania

Hotel Transylvania rates a solid B+.

Take the beginning of the scary season, friendly monsters frightened of humans, add a touch of romance and comedic voices to really nice animation, and you have a certified winner. It's no wonder the film took in 43million in its opening weekend.

I liked the movie because it was clean enough for my 7 and 9 year olds while still entertaining me. There was a bit of romance between the human, Jon "Stein", and Mavis, Dracula's baby girl (who just happens to be 118 years old).

The storyline is fun. Mavis wants to see the world. Her father is scared for her, because his wife perished in a fire set by humans when Mavis was just a baby. He fools her into staying home, but in the course of his trickery, a human happens upon his hotel for monsters.

Hijinks ensue. There are ghosts, zombies, an entertaining werewolf with too many kids, a mummy and frankenstein monster with laughs aplenty, and just all around good times for a human who's not such a bad guy after all. There are a few fart jokes and some groovy tunes, but no danger to scare the kiddos. Just laughs and gags.

Boys will enjoy the movie. Girls will like it too. And heck, if you're an adult with any liking for Halloween, you'll get a kick out of it as well. A nice way to spend your afternoon. Oh, and I'd forgo the 3D prices unless you really want to spend. We saw the 2D version and it was just fine.