Six Sentence Sunday- Falling Star

Greeting!!! It's been a roller coaster ride of a week for me. I finished the rough draft of "Falling Star" last Sunday, completed edits of my romantic bondage tale, "Branded Hearts" a couple of days ago, begun revisions on the first book of my Rift Hunter Series "Untamed Hawaiian Heat" and written out the general plot arc for that entire series. I'll be starting revisions on "Falling Star" in the next couple of days, but I thought I'd share another hot six from it this week.

Set up: Willa has just admitted that Kee kissed her just before she left the hospital after work. Schy is attempting to use this to entice her towards the menage.


Schy placed a soft kiss on her mound, his tongue flicked out and gave a little lick over her slick folds before he returned to meet her gaze again. “Did he press you against him so you could feel his hard cock rub against you pussy?” He teased her outer lips, tracing his fingers back and forth. “Did you want to feel him push inside your tight hot cunt?” He plunged two fingers inside her dripping pussy. “Feel him pulse inside you as he thrust in over and over, until you were both sated?”


Hope you enjoyed my offering this week. If you'd like to learn how Willa and Schy met, check out "Shooting Stars" at Dreams N Fantasies or Wicked Ink Press. To return to Six Sentence Sunday, click here. Have a wonderful week.


Until we meet again....where passion breathes...
Shay

Six Sentence Sunday- More from Branded

Happy Sunday, everyone! I hope  you all had a wonderful week. Mine has gone well. I just typed THE END on another story. So I'm riding that high. I have edits coming for "Branded" soon. I'd like to share a little more from "Branded" this week. Since there wasn't a Six Sentence listing last week, but I didn't realize it until after I'd already posted, if you'd like to see what I put up last week just scroll down a little further.

Setup: Alex has taken Maggie on a tour of the Branded Division facilities, but he's made sure to brush against her any chance he could. She was caught daydreaming when he paused in the hall and he's bringing her attention back to the present. Enjoy!

He placed his hand just above her right shoulder and leaned closer. His lips lingered a mere fraction away from her ear. “The fantasy you were thinking about. Was it good?”

He breathed the words in a rough whisper making her shiver. He licked the rim of her ear before she could move to the side out of his reach.

I hope you all have a wonderful week. Click here to go back to Six Sentence Sunday. 

See you again soon...where passion breathes...

Shay

Six Sentence Sunday- Branded

Wow! Another week already down. Where has the time been flying to? I know there's no Six Sentence for this week, but I'm going to post one anyway. I'd like to continue with another six from "Branded" this week.

Setup: As they are leaving the conference room, Alex makes Maggie aware that he remembers her very well...

"...I demand that you move your person away and let me out of this room.” It took all her strength to force the words from her mouth, when what she wanted to do was turn around and shove him against the door. Pin him with her body while she fucked his mouth with her tongue.

She hadn’t forgotten what it had been like to kiss him even though it had been four years since she’d seen him.

Alex pressed closer and nipped the shell of her ear with his teeth. “That wasn’t what you were begging me to do the last time I saw you, Maggie.”

I wish every one of you a wonderful week. Hope to see you again next week.  Don't forget to check out my first release, "Shooting Stars"! Learn the story behind Willa Brock's tramp stamp. You can find it at Dreams N Fantasies.

See you again soon....where passion breathes...

Shay

Guest Blog: Lindsay Klug

Scorched Sheets is pleased to welcome author Lindsay Klug today.Welcome, Lindsay! Thank you for stopping by!

Writer’s Block

By Lindsay Klug

There’s a blank page staring at me. It’s intimidating me with it’s perfect lines, all white and pristine and untouched. And I have no idea how to get past the damn thing.

I could just talk and babble. Nice weather we’ve been having lately, huh? Well, not really. While the Midwest of the USA drowns, my tiny corner has been 105 days without rain. Mountain lions have been roaming into downtown in an attempt to find food.

Maybe small talk isn’t the best route to take, after all. Hmm…Still more blank paper is mocking me. Hey, Lindsay, come write on me why don’t you? You want something written, paper? Fine, I’ll write on you.

I’m writing. See? Here’s some words. Some meaningless, nothing words that are inconsequential to the human race, like a flea is to a rhinoceros. Writing, writing, writing. Typing, typing, typing. Scribble, scrabble, mumble jumble.

Oh, I forgot. I should be doing laundry. The clothes are begging to be folded, screaming out to me in their tortured wrinkled state, bleeding as they beg to be creased in a perfect angle. And I have to do the dishes. They’re festering in the sink in their malignant and evil half rinsed state, laughing maniacally as the food dries to the slippery surface in a mocking slap to my face.

But doing those things while this blank piece of paper sits in front of me, waiting patiently to be written on is blasphemous. Sneering at me as I gape at it in loathing. I abhor the color white. It’s the color – no, the absence of color that’s hovered around me all my life and now the cursed thing stares me in the face, shrilly laughing at my inability to fill it with something.

What’s that, dear husband? Go look at this website? Certainly. Click, click, cli – WAIT. I’m supposed to be filling this page with something or other. Concentrate. Ignore the gunner video game that’s just popped on the TV screen. Ignore the screaming children, unless blood splatters hit your face. Ignore the damn cat who’s trying to nudge your boob out of the way to gain maximum lap advantage.

Man, I’m thirsty. I might go make a batch of sweet tea. It has to steep for a few minutes, of course. And I think I’m out of lemons, so I’ll need to run to the store first, and then I can…

I can procrastinate. That’s what’s happening here. I have the dreaded Writer’s Block, that cinderblock wall reinforced with bricks and barb wire and an electric jolt just for safe measure. It’s impossible to leap over unless you’re Superman.

The only way out of the proverbial ditch is to tunnel. And would you look at that? It’s exactly what I did.

To find more of my ramblings, come on by http://lindsaysbooks.webs.com or www.ichbineinteufel.blogspot.com. You can find out more about my latest and upcoming release there, or come chat with me on Twitter (@inifdelqueen) or at lindsayktheauthor@yahoo.com! Thanks for having me out today, Shay!

Six Sentence Sunday: Branded

Today I thought I'd give you a taste from my romantic bondage tale that was recently accepted by Sizzler Editions.

Set up: Margarit St.James has been given the reins of the Branded division of St James Virtual Publishing. The man who was demoted to VP of Operations, Alex Barrett, has finally decided to show up after being AWOL since she'd taken over. He has just walked in during a board meeting and upon seeing him she realizes he's the one man she's never been able to forget.

Enjoy...

         Her heart skipped a beat as an image of him swirled to the surface of her mind. He was leaning over her as she sat on his lap. His mouth capturing the moans of pleasure escaping hers despite her best efforts to remain quiet. His tongue thrusting inside tangling with hers in tune with the rhythm to his fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. 

         Alex Barrett…her missing VP walked…no walked was too tame a word for the way he moved, he prowled like a big jungle cat along the edge of the conference room, not stopping, until he reached the chair to her right. He met her gaze and held it as he sat down.

I wish you all a wonderful week. Don't forget to check back tomorrow. I'll be hosting guest blogger, Lindsay Klug. She'll be talking about Writer's Block. Click on the link to return to Six Sentence Sunday.

Until we meet again where passion breathes...

Shay

Guest Blog: Jean Joachim

Today Scorched Sheets is pleased to welcome contemporary romance author, Jean Joachim! Thank you for dropping by, Jean!

WRITING SEX SCENES WITH NO SEX

By

Jean Joachim

I write both sensual and sweet romance. Each has a different audience. Currently I’m working on a sequel to my sweet romance, “Sunny Days, Moonlit Nights”. How can you have a romance with no sex? You can, as long as you have sexual tension. It’s a challenge to create sexual tension not ending in consummated lovemaking.

While I prefer writing sensual romance as I enjoy writing love scenes ending in satisfaction, I find the sweet romance writing to be more challenging. I have to rely more on plot and can’t fall back on adding a love scene when I’m feeling lazy.

How do you create sexual tension without going “all the way”? Here is the passion:

“She gazed into his eyes and saw his desire glittering. She was both thrilled and frightened by his closeness, the feel of his warm breath on her skin, the heat coming from his chest so close to hers. He reached around her waist and pulled her closer for a more passionate kiss, crushing her breasts against him, parting her lips with his, making way for his tongue to take possession of her mouth.”

Here is the reason it can’t go further:

“Until Hank filed the papers, she wasn’t even legally separated. She couldn’t take chances and continue on this path with Mike. The moonlight was sure to lead to the bedroom…and the possibility of a lawsuit from Brad. She stood up reluctantly, and Mike followed.”

After a steamy kiss, Sunny pulls away to save her beloved, Mike, from the wrath of her soon-to-be-ex  husband. These are quotes from “Sunny Days, Moonlit Nights”. It is important to establish sexual tension, their strong desire to sleep together, or refraining from satisfying her desire has no meaning.

In the sequel, called, “April’s Kiss in the Moonlight”, we also establish sexual tension:

“What did you study in Paris, Farm Boy?” She asked, moving close to the shed.

“I studied French language, culture, and…”he said as he got in front of her, forcing her back against the wall of the shed.

He put a hand on either side of her head, against the shed wall and moved right up against her his chest lightly touching hers but close enough for her to feel heat coming from him.

“…and…how to make love to a woman,” he whispered in her ear, “would you like me to show you?”

His breath was warm on her neck, his lips a fraction of an inch from her skin. Her pulse quickened and her breathing became shallow. He lowered his lips to barely brush her skin starting with the place where her pulse was beating wildly and skimming down slowly to her shoulder and back up again. She closed her eyes for a moment, then put her hands against this hard chest and pushed him away.

“I believe you,” she gasped, moving away quickly, trying to regain control.

It doesn’t go further because she is engaged to another man. After our heroine, April breaks her engagement, sexual tension with Gavin builds in another short love scene:

“Her hands slid up his arms to his shoulders as he pulled her closer. The scent of pine soap mixed with a hint of smoke greeted her nostrils as she buried her burning face in his shoulder. He held her silently for several minutes until she regained her composure. When she stepped back and looked up at him, he lowered his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. She knew she shouldn’t let him kiss her but felt powerless to stop him. Desire rose in her chest and when she didn’t resist, he deepened the kiss and crushed her against him.”

This scene was broken up by the appearance of Aunt Laura, enough to cool anyone’s ardor! We’re only on page 21 and our hero and heroine have already expressed their passion for each other more than once. The plot must now keep them coming together but moving away from each other as well.

April must make up her mind what she will do at the end of the summer. We think we know where she is headed, but our hero, Gavin, is not so sure. This love scene in the summer rain on the roof of the firehouse is steamy:

“The wetter they got, the more passionate their kiss. Gavin took her face in his hands as he probed her mouth with his tongue. April stepped closer to him and wound her arms around his neck, losing her hands in his wet hair. His arms lowered to her waist and held her so close to him, their shirts joined by wetness as if it were raining glue, a piece of paper wouldn’t fit between them. As his tongue teased hers, she felt herself melting into his kiss, her body soft against his. His hand crept up, closing on her breast. A soft moan escaped from her mouth as desire shot through her body. 

            He came to his senses first and backed away from her, feeling a rush of cold air as their drenched shirts pulled apart. April stood there, her breathing ragged, staring at him, covering her chest with her arms.  He raised his hand to her face and traced two raindrops down her cheek with his forefinger before speaking.

            “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that…I forgot you belong to somebody else,” he said.”

            Again we pull them apart as Gavin will not move in on a woman who belongs to another man. I find it necessary to have an “organic” reason, one that makes sense with the plot, is consistent, rather than relying on a decision to remain apart based solely on moral grounds. I’m a stickler for logic.

Reviewers say my sweet romance is “spicy”. I believe it gives the reader the tang of sexual tension without the fulfillment, which is what I believe sweet romance readers want. I hope to be able to continue to write both sweet and sensual romance. I will write more sweet romance if I can continue to find believable ways to keep my hero and heroine wanting each other but remaining just out of reach.

Do you have someone in your past you would like to reconnect with? Caroline Davis White wasn't looking for Mickey, now Mike Foster, her childhood crush, she was fleeing her philandering husband, seeking peace and quiet, time to reflect on changing her life. But there was Mike, saving her from a mishap...again, bigger than life and even more handsome. 

A well-known artist, Sunny thought she could escape, disappear back to the cabin where she spent her summers as a child. But she was wrong. Her husband refused to let her go. There hadn't been a divorce in Brad White's family...ever! And he wasn't about to start breaking the tradition now.  Could Caroline shake him loose and what about Mike? Where did he fit into her life?

Links:

amazon  

http://www.amazon.com/Sunny-Moonlit-Nights-Joachim-ebook/dp/B004MMEFMG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1303307690&sr=8-1

            

barnes & noble -

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Sunny-Days-Moonlit-Nights/Jean-Joachim/e/2940012255570/?itm=1&USRI=sunny+days%2c+moonlit+nights

Six Sentence Sunday: From "Falling Star"

Here's another taste of "Falling Star"! Enjoy...

Setup: Schy is trying to convince Willa to agree to a menage with Keenan, but she has some inner issues with it.

Schy tightened his grip. “Like hell you need to think, Willa. You are thinking this whole situation to death. You just need to close your eyes and feel.” He moved his hand up underneath her T-shirt and cupped her breast. He pinched her nipple, teasing it until it was an aching stiff peak, begging to feel his mouth.

 

I hope to have it finished and submitted soon (barring any interruptions the next few days I should get it done). Don't forget to check out the story where it all began. You can find "Shooting Stars" at Dreams N Fantasies and Wicked Ink Press.

Have a wonderful week!

Until we meet again...where passion breathes...

Shay

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