It’s true. NY is my favorite place. I’ve visited LOTS of times and it’s one of those places that is endless to me. And timeless.
Endless because in NYC there are so many places to see and visit. Touristy places – yes. Here’s a few pics from my first time there several years ago and all the locations we got to see!
Statue of Liberty
Macy’s with Santa
The Rockettes
The Today Show
Empire State Building
These are my parents on their 40th anniversary. Aren’t they adorable?!?
But also Niagara Falls in Buffalo. Love Buffalo even more than NYC!!
And timeless because I look at these pictures years later and I am positively giddy seeing them. I’m telling you all this because as you read this today I’m currently in NYC attending the BDSM Writers Con. Did I tell you how much I love NYC!!?!?! So awesome!!!
In honor of traveling and all things fantastic, let me give some stuff away!!
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Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
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A reader posted a review on Amazon the other day, and I really liked what she had to say…
“It’s not every author who can bring forth a short story and leave a lasting impression on me. With Hotter With a Pole, not only was I left satisfied with the content, but I was also impressed by the range of emotions and the overall story.”
Hotter With a Pole is over 20,000 words, so I’m assuming she mostly reads full-length stories or at the very least category-length (think of some of Harlequin’s shorter series). 20,000 words is as long as I like to write, although I know most readers thirst for longer. Some writers can write long with ease, and maybe a lot of deep angsting, but I write romances the way I’ve experienced them—hot and fast. After all, the old advice to a writer is “Write what you know”. And it does take skill to cram a full story into fewer words.
So today, I just wanted to remind you of all the truly short stories I have published. If ever you’re in need of something lightning fast while you’re waiting at the doctor’s office or as little something right before you go to bed, you might check these out. Many are in the Kindle Unlimited store for free for you KU subscribers. All are only $0.99 for everyone else.
Enjoy the short-short shorty I have posted below. Sometimes a tease is all you need. 🙂
All About Me
I awoke slowly, enjoying the pleasant tingling that calluses left on my belly. A man’s rough hands smoothed over me.
It wasn’t every day that I woke with someone else sharing my bed. My heart skipped a beat. And then I remembered. Craig. That was his name. I was in bed with a stranger named Craig.
Daylight teased the edges of my eyelids, but I squeezed them shut again, not ready yet to end the bliss. I could pretend for at least a couple of moments longer that we meant more to each other than just a heat of the moment fling.
Still, he’d stayed the night, and the heaviness of the cock poking at my backside telegraphed the fact he wasn’t in any hurry to leave.
A kiss touched the corner of my neck.
“You awake?” he growled then licked the bottom edge of my ear lobe.
“Not yet. Do that some more,” I mumbled.
His chuckle was warm, wicked.
I stretched my legs then snuggled my butt closer to his erection. “I’m awake enough,” I whispered.
“And I’m interested, as you can tell,” he murmured. “But you owe me something first.”
I groaned and pushed my face into the pillow, wanting to hide because he’d risen on an elbow and was pushing my hair behind my ear to peer at me.
He cupped a breast, thumbing the nipple. “You promised.”
“I wasn’t in my right mind.”
“Coward.”
I whimpered, and then turned onto my back to meet his gaze. “Why don’t you go first?”
He shook his head, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. “Now, see? That’s not what I want. And you said I could have anything I wanted if I made you come.”
I snorted. “How do know you I didn’t fake it?”
A sexy grin stretched across his face. “Baby, you came so hard you peed on me.”
His soft laughter made my cheeks burn. I narrowed my eyes. “And to think Bev said you were a nice guy.”
His eyebrows gave a waggle. “Not too nice. And aren’t you glad? Besides, you’re cute when you get embarrassed.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Didn’t seem to bother you a bit.”
“Why should it? I like you wet.” He came over me, sighing as he settled between my legs.
“What else do you like?” I asked, running my fingertips lightly up his back.
He dipped his head and bit my ear. “You’re stalling.”
His breath tickled my neck and I raised my shoulder. “Why not just fuck me?”
“Because this’ll be more intimate.”
“More so than fucking?”
His cheek glided up and down against my neck as he nodded.
I rolled my eyes, thinking hard, or at least as hard as I could with his cock sliding up and down between my folds. “Can I do it faced away?” I gasped.
“What do you think?” Abruptly, he pushed up then knelt between my thighs. “Need pillows?”
“Don’t be helpful,” I groused.
“You really don’t like this.”
I felt like screaming my frustration. He was right there. I was open. Eager. And yet, he sat watching, his expression firming into that hard mask that had made me tear at my clothes the moment he’d closed the bedroom door. “I might like this better if we were in the middle of something, but like this it feels—”
“Dirty?”
I nodded. At last, he understood. Now maybe he’d move closer.
“Do you know what attracted me to you first?”
I blinked at his segue.
“How bold you are.”
Liar. However, I didn’t mind that he goaded me. His needling challenges had led us to this bed. Something I couldn’t regret.
His hands soothed up and down my inner thighs and his gaze dropped to my sex. But the exposure—my pussy to daylight—wasn’t quite so embarrassing because he was arranging me again, lifting my knees, placing my heels just so. Like he was creating a picture for his pleasure. Then he laid his palms against my inner thighs and opened me further.
He could see right inside me. A blush swept my skin, cheeks to breasts.
His nostrils flared as he gazed down. I was happier than I ever would have admitted when he’d allowed me to bathe after my “accident”—then relieved that he’d changed the sheets while I’d cowered in the shower. He hadn’t let me hide there for long, jerking back the curtain and joining me there to “wash” his dick inside me.
My modesty lay in shreds. Oddly, this engendered a feeling of deep, fierce elation. I’d never been with anyone like him. Someone who could make me laugh one moment, then shiver with anticipation with just a single, commanding glare.
I didn’t know him well enough to trust him. And yet, I was thrilled he was here even if he was busy staring at my intimate parts. “You just gonna look?”
“I’m waiting.”
Fuck. He expected me to keep that promise. The one I’d given when he was laughing, holding me against him when we were both so wet, and I’d been desperate for a little privacy to groan at my lack of self control.
“I’m still waiting.”
The texture of his voice, so firm, excited me. I couldn’t get my head wrapped around the idea of how much I wanted him. Or that I needed him to be in charge. Of me.
From the first moment we’d been introduced at dinner by friends, I’d been caught.
All it had taken was one long, challenging look from his dark blue eyes and I’d felt instantly aroused, and then annoyed with myself because I wanted him and he knew it.
Just like he knew it now.
His fingers trailed from my clit straight into my slick folds. He swirled in moisture then licked his fingers, all the while holding my gaze. “Anytime, Heather.”
“This’ll be quick,” I muttered, blushing again.
“Fast, slow—I don’t care. But you have to come.”
“And you think you’ll know?”
He canted his head. “I know the look.”
“I have a look?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Can I close my eyes?”
One dark brow arched.
I shook my head. “I didn’t know you were such a control freak.”
“Yeah, you did,” he said softly. “Start wherever you want.”
I swallowed, knowing I was through stalling because I was horribly aroused. I cupped my breasts, hoping that watching me would entice him to join in and end this. He’d said he liked my breasts, and the tips were sore from where he’d played endlessly—licking, flicking, sucking, biting…
My nipples hardened and I plucked and twisted them, pulling then letting them go to jiggle my breasts.
But he remained still, watching, with his hands on his knees as he knelt between my spread thighs.
What the hell? Why did I care that he watched? His intense stare and the color darkening his face said he was into it. That I was turning him on. His cock pulsed, jutting from his groin, hard and thick.
My hands smoothed down my belly; fingertips scraped through the short blonde hair on my mound. I used one hand to spread my folds, the other to tease my clit, swirling on the knot until it grew harder and stretched the hood, causing it to slide away.
Then I thrust two fingers into my pussy, curving my hips to deepen my reach. I let go of my folds and slid a hand beneath my ass, teasing my perineum while I thrust my fingers deeper and twisted them.
Wetness oozed from inside me, soaking my hand, slipping lower to trickle toward my asshole. And because his breathing was becoming louder, raspier, I dared more—using the moisture to wet a fingertip and stick it in my ass.
“Sure you don’t want some of this?” I asked, my voice husky. I lifted my legs and curled my abdomen, the muscles of my belly burning to hold the cramped position, but now I could stroke both holes deeper and he could see everything I did.
My thumb twiddled my clit while I fucked myself. I tucked another finger inside my ass and gave up trying to look pretty, trying not to make faces or unattractive noises, and just let go. My orgasm bloomed, and my face screwed up into that expression, the one he knew meant I was coming—and I flew. My cry was soft and floated away.
Hands slipped over my knees to ease them down. I blinked, only just realizing I’d closed my eyes there at the end.
Craig came over me, waiting as I slowly pulled my fingers from inside me. Then he fit his cock to my entrance and thrust deep into the moist, hot center of me.
We rocked together, me clutching his back, him growling as he thrust faster and harder. Another quick flash burn of pleasure swept me. He shouted, sharpening his shortened thrusts—until he made the face I knew meant he’d found his own orgasmic bliss.
I smiled, damn near purring as his breaths evened out. “You owe me now.”
He grunted. “Think I’ll mind you watching me jerk off?”
“You’ll mind, because I get to say when you can come.”
He blinked then barked a laugh. “You do know it’s going to take me a little while.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I, on the other hand, suffer no such handicap.” I reached up and gripped his ears, then tugged him downward, showing him exactly how he could pass the time.
Releasing Rage releases today! Woot! I’m super excited about this SciFi erotic romance, especially as it features a sizzling hot cyborg hero. I’ve written android heroes, clone heroes, but I’ve always wanted to write a cyborg hero.
Why?
Because cyborgs are half man, half machine. They’re torn between their emotion-driven human side and their logic-driven mechanic side. Yes, their mere existence is conflicted. My cyborgs have both a brain and processors. Often these two tell them different things.
For example: History has shown Rage that all humans are evil. Humans hurt cyborgs. His processors tell him not to trust Joan, his new handler. His instincts, a function of his brain, tell him she’s different. He can confide in her. She won’t hurt him. Which should he listen to—his processors or his human brain?
I think everyone can relate to this dilemma. Our hearts or instincts tell us one thing and our brains tell us another. Which is right?
There are some perks to having a hunky cyborg as a love interest. Cyborgs are very difficult to kill. They’re self healing and they have a sturdy metal frame under their human skin (which adds a hot dynamic to sex scenes – all that unrelenting male).
The nanocybotics that help cyborgs heal also prevent them from aging. They look hunky forever. These nanocybotics can be passed to human females so any female they love could also potentially live forever.
And the sex. Did I mention the sex? Cyborgs have impressive endurance. They rarely tire and they have the strength to easily lift the most curvaceous of heroines (which Joan, the heroine in Releasing Rage, is). They’re designed to attract the opposite sex, are hyper potent.
But they also have a tender side. They’re devoted to their females, would do anything for them, would sacrifice themselves to protect them. That makes for some yummy heroes!
Releasing Rage will be the first of many cyborg stories I’ll write (I’m working on the edits for Breathing Vapor right now). I LOVE cyborg heroes and I hope you will also.
Have you ever read a romance with a cyborg hero?
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.
She lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.
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Just so you know, the story I have inside SEALs of Summer 2, Her Next Breath, is now available on its own in Kindle Unlimited. So for you folks who love the limitless downloads in KU, here’s another one! And in case you didn’t know, there are now three books in the Uncharted SEALs series. All the stories are standalone, but they are connected. The reading order is shown above. If you’d like to learn more about the stories, just click on the pics!
I mentioned this to my Facebook friends yesterday—I have a “Bedtime Story” coming out in the November issue of Penthouse! It’s entitled “The MILF Man” and you can buy your copy in the stores starting October 13th. This makes my third appearance in Penthouse… My mom’s so proud—her daughter’s in Penthouse!
My question for you today is…
Have you ever bought a copy of Penthouse or Playboy?
(Did you read them for the articles? 🙂 )
Thanks Delilah for having me as Guest Blogger, truly an honor….
As I’m new to the erotic and romance genre I thought I’d do a brief run down on my history…..from an early age I always knew I’d be a writer. My mother was a writer and I wanted and thought I would do other things with my life but I always knew I would be a writer. I think it was that unwavering conviction that I didn’t even question that enabled me to follow my dream. Sure I did a few of the other life interrupting jobs along the way but now I am a full-time writer and I personally believe it all came down to self-belief.
I started off writing for TV networks, writing sketch shows and segments – that really helped me hone the skill of writing short, sharp and snappy! I progressed to full episodes then moved into theater. I wrote cabaret shows, (the links in and around the song and dances) and then moved onto full length stage plays. With the writing bug having firmly taken hold of my life I looked around for another avenue for my writing talents and I happened upon ghostwriting. For readers out there who are not familiar with this, a ghostwriter writes books whether they be novels, non-fiction, series etc. which are published under another name. This ‘other’ name is not a pseudonym but an actual other person’s name. Now, and this is where it gets a bit bizarre, this ‘other person’ can actually exist and they have a high-profile but maybe their writing skills are not so great, (and that’s being polite 🙂 ), or this ‘other person’ may not exist but is the ‘author name’ on a series of books. Now on the face of it this may seem like cheating the reader but when you think of it as branding, it’s not. Readers like to know they’re getting a good story and if they recognize an author, just as they would recognize a brand of detergent in the store they like then they’re more likely to trust it and buy it.
Anyway…..after TV, theater, ghostwriting and appearing on stage and screen myself, (did I mention that??), I decided to try my hand at erotic fiction. My writing had always bordered on risque and maybe a bit too hot for main stream romance. Erotica seemed the ideal step for me to take and I love it. I have two ebooks published so far, both in the early part of this year and both the start of a series. My style has been described as ‘sexy and flat-out fun’, utilizing my comedic and risque background – and my heat level is definitely ramped up! I’m a quick writer but a steady editor – I have 6 books in my desk drawer which will slowly emerge when I’m ready to edit and submit them to my publisher. Everything that leaves my desk has to be the best it can be – a lesson I learnt in theater is that if someone is going to pay to leave their home for the evening, you have a duty to them. It’s the same with books – if someone invests any amount of money in purchasing a book of mine I have a duty to them.
I’m looking forward to my career in the world of erotica and I hope as many readers as possible come along with me. Catch up with me on Facebook – I’m not the most consistent poster but when I do it’s nice to know people are reading. And it’s always great to hear from readers, my email is available! And the websites coming……
When Ethan lands an audition to appear alongside Hollywood’s latest sex siren, he can hardly believe his luck. Cameron Roberts is out to prove her worth as a stage actor in the sex comedy, Blondes Get Dirty Quicker. According to his agent, all Ethan has to do is roll around in bed with Cameron, naked, every night for a week, in front of a packed audience.
Ethan learns there’s a lot more to the job—and to the leading lady—than he ever imagined. Good thing he’s well equipped for his role.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
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Play Around With Me
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Terri has an unpleasant choice to make: Sleep with the boss or lose her job as a golf pro at a private club. She gets a temporary reprieve when a wealthy and handsome new customer shows up and insists that Terri teach him to play.
Ryan isn’t much interested in learning golf, even though he has a good reason for taking lessons. All that changes when he sees a gorgeous golf pro being groped by her boss. Suddenly, he’s an enthusiastic student of the game—and he’s determined to find a way to wipe that sad look off his teacher’s face. He’s already skilled in “fore”-play.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
I have a sense of humor and love it when I can let it loose in a book. But I write murder/mystery/romances. How do I put humor in the book when my characters are on the run and being shot at? Well, in PROTECTING THE COLTON BRIDE, I had to get my couple married fast. They went to Vegas to get the job done and, well, when in Vegas…do it Elvis style! That’s right, they go to the Graceland Wedding Chapel (a real place) and are married by Elvis! You have to read the book to get the full effect. I know…that was a tease. Happy reading!
With his ranch in financial trouble, cowboy Daniel Colton makes the perfect proposal to Megan Talbot—a marriage of convenience to save his business and ensure she receives her inheritance. But spending night after night with the strawberry blonde beauty tests all boundaries of Daniel’s self-control. And when a killer targets his new bride, vying for her estate, it sets off all of his protective instincts. Daniel refuses to trade his honeymoon for a funeral. Now it’s a race against the clock to track down the culprit and protect the wife who’s starting to be so much more to him than just a business partner.
About the Author
NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author ELLE JAMES also writing as MYLA JACKSON is an award-winning author of stories including cowboys, intrigues and paranormal adventures that keep her readers on the edges of their seats. With over seventy stories in a variety of sub-genres and lengths she is published with Harlequin, Samhain, Elloras’ Cave, Kensington, Cleis Press, and Avon. When she’s not at her computer, she’s traveling, out snow-skiing, boating, or riding her ATV, dreaming up new stories.
I’ve been a very busy girl lately—writing, publishing, promoting. And then yesterday, I took a break to go back-to-school shopping with my daughter and her kids. And now you mothers, who know that was no break, are snickering.
Picture this: three adults, two eleven-year-olds, a six-year-old, a two year-old… I was the person poised at the shop door to watch for escapees. We went to a mall and dared the shoe sale at Footlockers. All I can say is the 6-year-old was fastest. The 11-year-old girl took only fifteen minutes of real searching to find a shoe she loves. The boy? Good lord, he wore us down trying on every ugly shoe imaginable until he found a reasonable-ish Air Jordan. I remember why I shop for my flip-flops on Amazon.
So today, I think I need a truly stressless day. A “me” day. Since one of my simple pleasures is flea market hunting—I don’t consider it shopping because you can’t find the Xena action figures on the action figure aisle!—I think that’s where I’m going. If I have energy after a long soak in the pool.
My question to you, for a chance to win a free download of any book from Samhain backlist, is…
What is a simple pleasure you indulged in recently?
Empire State Building
Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
