Gotta love David Tennant as The Doctor.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Tuesday Tales #6 - Secret
This is my fifth Tuesday Tales, where writers are invited to create a story based on a prompt. This week's prompt was "boyfriend" but it has been changed to "lies". Both prompts work well for my story, and my are there plenty of lies in this week's chapter! My Tuesday Tales are part of a serial I've entitled "The Artifact". It's romantic adventure/suspense. Make sure to read all back issues before reading this one. Below is my list of previous Tuesday Tales. Enjoy!
The Artifact
By Elizabeth Black
Chapter Six - Secret
Why do I have to choose one man or the other? Why can't I have them both?
Don gripped her upper arm like a vice, simmering over Julian's presence. His closeness made her tremble, sensing how exciting it was to have two men sniffing at her and fighting over her like a couple of randy wolves.
"Vic, come here. I want to show you something." Julian grinned, dimples emerging in his cheeks. Victoria walked to the desk with Don following closely behind her. She stood a safe distance away from Julian while Don pressed his hand against her back, claiming her as his own. When she refused to step closer to him, he raised his eyebrows, amused at her fears.
He played with her.
"Look at the statue's hair." He closed the gap between them with two steps. The closer Julian came to Victoria the tighter Don's arm wrapped around her shoulder. Both men's faces were so close to hers they could engage in group kiss. Victoria smelled his spicy cologne beneath his sweat. It clashed with the fresh herbal scent Don wore. Her head spun amid the animal magnetism that pulled her from one man to the other. She stared at the statue but did not see it. All she saw was Julian's powerful jaw and Don's massive shoulders. Her heart raced, its thunder roaring in her ears, masking all other sounds. Could both men detect her secret desire? Her wish to take them both? Would they please her or fight over her? Her body screamed for them to tend to her needs. She had gone without love and physical affection for far too long.
"Uhh... what about the statue?" Don't sound so breathless! They'll wonder what's wrong. Nothing's wrong. Everything's wrong! I can't believe I'm sitting in my office with the three of us pretending to be interested in this damned statue. When she asked her next question, she wondered if she was talking about the statue or the potential menage erupting in her office. "What am I supposed to see that's right in front of me?"
He stared into her eyes and flashed a smile. Her heart melted into her shoes. "See the curls in her hair? Only these three. They're counter-clockwise. Look at this photo of the statue." He slid the photo over the desk and slid his other hand under the table to squeeze her knee. As he scooted closer to her Don kissed her neck.
"What was that about the hair again?" She gasped, not caring one whit about the statue. Amazing; the statue was a fake but its reputation for inspiring lust had not changed. Maybe the copies had their own power.
"Three curls, turning counter-clockwise. In this photo of the real statue, those curls turn clockwise. And her anklet has an extra strand - four instead of three." She barely heard him as Don nibbled on her neck, her pulse pounding against his lips. When she turned her head to face Julian, he lowered his to kiss her on the lips; a gentle brush, a promise of things to come. "It was common for Romans to make copies of their favorite Greek statues. It's actually an honor that a Roman sculptor made such a beautiful replica." Lips brushed her cheek. "The Romans appreciated beauty as much as the Greeks had." Don's fingers squeezed her breast. "Who knows how many copies were made? Could be dozens. Hundreds." Cool air blew on her chest and shoulders as Julian unbuttoned her blouse. Don slid the silken fabric down her arms until her bare skin glowed in the filtered sun.
"You should call the Greek consulate and complain." He licked beads of sweat that rolled past her collarbone to her breasts as Don pinched her nipples.
"To hell with the Greek consulate." Victoria wrapped her arm around Julian's shoulder as Don took one nipple into his mouth. "I can't stand it anymore. Both of you take me right here on my desk."
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For more stories from other authors, please visit the Tuesday Tales web site. Next week's prompt is "kiss". Look for "The Artifact" to continue in the next installment.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
That First Kiss - Sheer Electricity!
Want to read a steamy excerpt from my upcoming release Don't Call Me Baby? There are a lot of "firsts" in my protagonist Catherine Stone's life. One of them is this first kiss from one of her lovers. Do you remember your first kiss with present and past lovers? I'm sure you do!
EXCERPT:
Raindrops fell on Catherine's arms, and she knew it was time to depart. Ryan brushed his hand against his face as rain dripped on his brow. “We should get going before we get drenched.”
Catherine raced to his car with him following several yards behind. She leaned against the passenger door, turning her face up to catch the few scattered raindrops. Any second now and the sky would open with a deluge. Ryan stood a few feet away from her, giving her a quizzical look she couldn't quite read. Was he deciding what to do with her, since she was such a tempting tease who made it clear she wanted him? She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the cool rain and the electric smell of a growing storm.
“I love the feel of rain on my face…” She did not get to finish her thought because Ryan took her up in his arms, kissing her so hard he bruised her lips. She felt a week's worth of pent-up passion in his embrace, and she wrapped her arms around his broad back, enjoying a kiss so intense it left her breathless. His tongue slid into her mouth, seeking every inch of her. She melted into his embrace, kissing him hungrily as she massaged the tense muscles in his shoulders. His erection poked at her leg as he pressed his groin into her. He wants me so much he can barely contain himself!
I remember the first kiss I gave my husband. We had been going to lunch for several weeks and one afternoon after he dropped me off at my car. I couldn't take it anymore. My window was rolled down and he stood next to the door, so I reached out, grabbed his tie, and pulled him down to me. It was a good thing I was sitting down because that kiss would have knocked me off my feet.
How about you? What were your first kisses like and did the sparks improve as your relationship blossomed?
Enjoy Don't Call Me Baby when it comes out September 30, 2011.
BLURB:
Don't Call Me Baby is a fast-paced, quick-witted, sexy novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural morés she collides with on a daily basis. It's 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for aeons. Not content to strive for her MRS degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes - married college professors, theatre students, virgins, complete strangers who intrigue her. She has already cost one man his job. But she asks herself lots of questions on her search to enjoy her sexuality. Why don't other women enjoy their sex as much as she does? Why do so many women and men look down on sexually free women, calling them sluts while sexually free men are called studs and Lotharios? She bucks at the double standards! Catherine has made no commitment to any man. She's free to explore and she gladly does so. No man can tie her down and no woman's judgment will stop her from playing the field to her heart's content. Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she's found the sexual bliss she is looking for - and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday #13 - Don't Call Me Baby
This is my thirteenth Six Sentence Sunday. It's from my upcoming release Don't Call Me "Baby". This novel is about a young woman's coming of age and discovering her sexuality in the wild and crazy 1980s in the U. S.
Ryan stood a few feet away from her, giving her a quizzical look she couldn't quite read. Was he deciding what to do with her, since she was such a tempting tease who made it clear she wanted him? She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the cool rain and the electric smell of a growing storm.
“I love the feel of rain on my face…” She did not get to finish her thought because Ryan took her up in his arms, kissing her so hard he bruised her lips. She felt a week's worth of pent-up passion in his embrace, and she wrapped her arms around his broad back, enjoying a kiss so intense it left her breathless.Look for this book to come out on September 30, 2011. Keep an eye on my website/blog and my Facebook page for updates. This book will be one hell of a sexy ride!
Monday, September 5, 2011
Tuesday Tales #5 - Lies
This is my fifth Tuesday Tales, where writers are invited to create a story based on a prompt. This week's prompt was "boyfriend" but it has been changed to "lies". Both prompts work well for my story, and my are there plenty of lies in this week's chapter! My Tuesday Tales are part of a serial I've entitled "The Artifact". It's romantic adventure/suspense. Make sure to read all back issues before reading this one. Below is my list of previous Tuesday Tales. Enjoy!
The Artifact
By Elizabeth Black
Chapter Five - Lies
Victoria let out an exasperated sigh. "Don, this is Julian Archer, my ex-husband. Julian, this is Donovan Fleming, my boyfriend."
Julian gave Don the once-over and laughed. He was a master at pushing buttons, as Victoria knew well, and she knew to fear the worst once the man opened his big mouth. "You replaced me with a pencil-pusher?"
"My pencil pushing probably earns five times what your Indiana Jones act does." Don pushed his fists into his hips, taking on a swagger so ridiculous and unlike him Victoria lowered her face into her palm in embarrassment. What was her problem? Why did she pick the most infuriating men to fall in love with? She didn't know Don well enough to love him - a month's worth of dates didn't lead in that direction - but did she even want to? He treated her well but the spark just wasn't there. They didn't have sex very often, which surprised her. If Don's lusts didn't surface soon, she'd consider ending the relationship but she didn't want to be alone. Seeing him become so angry and possessive over her in light of Julian standing only a few feet in front of her was the most passionate she'd ever seen Don. Miffed that he felt more sparks over a threat to his precious territory than to her as a woman, she clenched her jaw with anger as she listened to him rant. "Vic, were you really married to this poseur? When was the last time he's had a shower and shave? You should hear how she talked about you. Not good, buddy."
"So you still talk about me, huh, Vic?" Julian moved a few steps closer to her and grinned. "I know I'm impossible to forget."
"Will you two stop it?" Victoria spoke low with a menacing warning but her two suitors refused to listen. Don's lack of passion was matched by Julian's overabundance of all manner of lusts; food, sex, adventure. His fever pitch exhausted Victoria, but when he left her and the fevered pitch of her life ended she crashed like a junkie coming off a bender. She needed her fix, but Julian hurt her to her core. He shredded her heart so badly she refused to date any man until she met Don - and she dated Don only because he was so ... bland.
"I can easily forget him but I doubt he'll let me go." Julian walked to Don close enough so that the two men could exchange blows, but Victoria new their display was nothing more than a territorial pissing match. Did they care at all about her or were they only interested besting each other? "I always come out on top. I bet he hasn't been on top in decades."
"That's it, asshole--" Don pulled one arm back and Victoria slapped him upside the head.
"I said stop it you two! I'm not some cow you can fight over until one of you wins. What do you think I am, a prize in a bet?"
"Why didn't you tell me your ex-husband was going to be here? What other lies have you told me?" Don stood in front of Julian, blocking the other man's access to her. "I came all the way down here because you keep telling me I don't take your work seriously, and when I show up I find you with another man!"
Victoria tossed her arms up in frustration. I hope these two don't plan on bickering like this all day. If they do, I'll go get some lunch and let them take it out on each other in the street. "Oh, for God's sake! I had no idea he was here, Don. If I'd have known I would have demanded he be removed from the project and sent back to whatever tropical hell hole he came from."
"It's true, Don." Julian said. "She wasn't entirely happy to see me although I think she's changed her mind." Victoria remembered their passionate kiss and blushed so hard she feared she'd start sweating.
"Can we stop fighting for now? I want to get the Aphrodite in her place of honor in the exhibit and then go out and get some lunch. Julian, you mentioned conch fritters, grouper, and fried plantains. That sounds delicious. Let's go to the Bahamian Kitchen after I get this statue in her proper place. All this excitement has given me one hell of an appetite."
"Sounds good to me, Vic." Julian winked at her and Victoria could feel the fumes spouting off Don's head. Great, more games. "How about you, Don? Truce until we get some food in our stomachs?"
"I'm game as long as Vicky gets what she wants." His growl sounded so low she felt it rather than heard it. "But I'm not through with you yet, Archer. Far from it."
"Okay, children, quit squabbling." Victoria picked up her phone and pressed a button. "Rod, I'm setting up the statue and then going out to lunch for a few hours. Please take all calls. I don't expect to be back for awhile, maybe not until tomorrow."
She grabbed a small wooden crate filled with packing material and a hand cart. Carrying the Aphrodite of Rhodes in her arms to her display case was far too risky a venture. Better to transport her according to the rules.
"So you didn't know he was going to be here?" She hated it when Don pouted.
"No. Like I said, if I'd have known he was going to be here I would have had him removed from the project."
"But he's still here. Why not remove him now?"
She couldn't believe what he said. It took a special kind if chutzpah to to tell her how to do her job. "Because if he wasn't here I never would have found the statue after she was stolen."
"You don't need him anymore. Make him go away."
"There's no reason to. I don't feel threatened by him. He could actually be of some use to me. So he stays on." Julian smiled and was about to speak when his cell phone rang. He gave Victoria that smirk from one side of his mouth smile and answered his phone.
"So you're not going to start seeing him?"
"Don, there's a reason there's an "ex" in "ex-husband". Will you stop being so possessive? You're being childish." Her voice rose, tinged with anger. Why was he being so difficult? And why didn't he ever show such emotion when there was no threat to his territory?
"I can't help it! I find you here with some man and you expect me to look the other way?"
Julian gave Don the once-over and laughed. He was a master at pushing buttons, as Victoria knew well, and she knew to fear the worst once the man opened his big mouth. "You replaced me with a pencil-pusher?"
"My pencil pushing probably earns five times what your Indiana Jones act does." Don pushed his fists into his hips, taking on a swagger so ridiculous and unlike him Victoria lowered her face into her palm in embarrassment. What was her problem? Why did she pick the most infuriating men to fall in love with? She didn't know Don well enough to love him - a month's worth of dates didn't lead in that direction - but did she even want to? He treated her well but the spark just wasn't there. They didn't have sex very often, which surprised her. If Don's lusts didn't surface soon, she'd consider ending the relationship but she didn't want to be alone. Seeing him become so angry and possessive over her in light of Julian standing only a few feet in front of her was the most passionate she'd ever seen Don. Miffed that he felt more sparks over a threat to his precious territory than to her as a woman, she clenched her jaw with anger as she listened to him rant. "Vic, were you really married to this poseur? When was the last time he's had a shower and shave? You should hear how she talked about you. Not good, buddy."
"So you still talk about me, huh, Vic?" Julian moved a few steps closer to her and grinned. "I know I'm impossible to forget."
"Will you two stop it?" Victoria spoke low with a menacing warning but her two suitors refused to listen. Don's lack of passion was matched by Julian's overabundance of all manner of lusts; food, sex, adventure. His fever pitch exhausted Victoria, but when he left her and the fevered pitch of her life ended she crashed like a junkie coming off a bender. She needed her fix, but Julian hurt her to her core. He shredded her heart so badly she refused to date any man until she met Don - and she dated Don only because he was so ... bland.
"I can easily forget him but I doubt he'll let me go." Julian walked to Don close enough so that the two men could exchange blows, but Victoria new their display was nothing more than a territorial pissing match. Did they care at all about her or were they only interested besting each other? "I always come out on top. I bet he hasn't been on top in decades."
"That's it, asshole--" Don pulled one arm back and Victoria slapped him upside the head.
"I said stop it you two! I'm not some cow you can fight over until one of you wins. What do you think I am, a prize in a bet?"
"Why didn't you tell me your ex-husband was going to be here? What other lies have you told me?" Don stood in front of Julian, blocking the other man's access to her. "I came all the way down here because you keep telling me I don't take your work seriously, and when I show up I find you with another man!"
Victoria tossed her arms up in frustration. I hope these two don't plan on bickering like this all day. If they do, I'll go get some lunch and let them take it out on each other in the street. "Oh, for God's sake! I had no idea he was here, Don. If I'd have known I would have demanded he be removed from the project and sent back to whatever tropical hell hole he came from."
"It's true, Don." Julian said. "She wasn't entirely happy to see me although I think she's changed her mind." Victoria remembered their passionate kiss and blushed so hard she feared she'd start sweating.
"Can we stop fighting for now? I want to get the Aphrodite in her place of honor in the exhibit and then go out and get some lunch. Julian, you mentioned conch fritters, grouper, and fried plantains. That sounds delicious. Let's go to the Bahamian Kitchen after I get this statue in her proper place. All this excitement has given me one hell of an appetite."
"Sounds good to me, Vic." Julian winked at her and Victoria could feel the fumes spouting off Don's head. Great, more games. "How about you, Don? Truce until we get some food in our stomachs?"
"I'm game as long as Vicky gets what she wants." His growl sounded so low she felt it rather than heard it. "But I'm not through with you yet, Archer. Far from it."
"Okay, children, quit squabbling." Victoria picked up her phone and pressed a button. "Rod, I'm setting up the statue and then going out to lunch for a few hours. Please take all calls. I don't expect to be back for awhile, maybe not until tomorrow."
She grabbed a small wooden crate filled with packing material and a hand cart. Carrying the Aphrodite of Rhodes in her arms to her display case was far too risky a venture. Better to transport her according to the rules.
"So you didn't know he was going to be here?" She hated it when Don pouted.
"No. Like I said, if I'd have known he was going to be here I would have had him removed from the project."
"But he's still here. Why not remove him now?"
She couldn't believe what he said. It took a special kind if chutzpah to to tell her how to do her job. "Because if he wasn't here I never would have found the statue after she was stolen."
"You don't need him anymore. Make him go away."
"There's no reason to. I don't feel threatened by him. He could actually be of some use to me. So he stays on." Julian smiled and was about to speak when his cell phone rang. He gave Victoria that smirk from one side of his mouth smile and answered his phone.
"So you're not going to start seeing him?"
"Don, there's a reason there's an "ex" in "ex-husband". Will you stop being so possessive? You're being childish." Her voice rose, tinged with anger. Why was he being so difficult? And why didn't he ever show such emotion when there was no threat to his territory?
"I can't help it! I find you here with some man and you expect me to look the other way?"
"What?" Julian held one hand over his ear, drowning out the bickering between Victoria and Don. "Kwame, speak up. I can't hear you--" He shouted into the air. "--over all the noise in this room!"
Victoria watched as Julian's expression changed from annoyance to a furrowed brow of incredulity. Then he laughed, his voice rattling against the walls, bouncing and shouting in her ears, mocking her. "Are you serious? What's wrong with the statue?" Don barked at her and she slapped him on the arm to shut him up. Her attention riveted on Julian's phone call, she took a few steps closer to him. "How could you tell? I should have picked up on something like that."
"Julian--" She whispered but he waved a hand at her to quiet her.
"I'm as floored as you are. Why didn't you say anything when I came in the store?" The annoyed look returned. "Of course I was going to hurt you, you sniveling pig. You stole the Aphrodite of Rhodes, right out from under my nose!" His eyes widened and he laughed again with mirth Victoria didn't feel. "No, I'm not going to repay you for giving me this news. It's very bad news. Victoria is going to have to have a long talk with the Greek consulate for pulling a fast one on her. I have to go. We'll talk later."
"What were you talking about and why does it leave me feeling nauseous?" Victoria's stomach turned somersaults, fearing Julian's answer.
"I never expected this but I should have been on the lookout for it." Julian picked up the statue of Aphrodite, sat her with a thump on Victoria's desk, and patted her on head. "Your precious statue is a fake, my dear."
"What?" Victoria and Don cried in unison.
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For more stories from other authors, please visit the Tuesday Tales web site. Next week's prompt is "secret". Look for "The Artifact" to continue in the next installment.
Johnny Cash And Trent Reznor/NIN - Hurt
Both versions are good so I placed both here. Yes, Trent Reznor wrote it but Johnny made it just as moving.
Deep Dish - Say Hello (Radio Edit)
I heard this song on Internet radio this morning and I thought it was the perfect song to listen to while drinking my first cup of coffee. Enjoy Deep Dish - Say Hello (Radio Edit).
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