[Grown and Sexy] Destiny Blaine

International bestselling author Destiny Blaine writes in all genres and loves to weave a hot romantic suspense story. When she isn’t writing, Destiny can be found playing poker or crowding around a busy craps table in Cherokee, North Carolina. An avid sports fan, Destiny loves swimming, football, volleyball, and all sports. Destiny lives in East Tennessee with her husband and daughter. Her son is serving in the United States Navy.

 

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Excerpt from The Wild Side

Trilogy of A Wolf’s Endowment, Book One Copyright © 2012Destiny Blaine

 

“What is it?” he asked, now longing to feel that spurt of heat, the end result one finally reached when pleasure sought became pleasure gained.

“You’re beautiful,” she rasped, cupping his cheek. “More handsome than I ever imagined.”

Her words drove him. Her praise consoled him. Through her, he was transformed and now he was larger than life. He bracketed his arm around her waist and drew her against him, noting the tightly drawn muscles as he gathered her small form and brought her to him.

A loud noise whipped around them like tornado winds. The truck window split in two, shattering into bits and pieces right before his very eyes. Animalistic instincts drove him as he thrust inside her, unable to stop and acknowledge the happenings around him.

His arousal heightened, reaching a peak he’d never expected. And something else occurred, too. The need to guard and protect, love and cherish, came over him like a breaking tide, leaving him torn between what he knew he’d felt before he took Rebecca and the feelings practically suffocating him now.

A deep-rooted howl fell from his chest. Canines jabbed through his gums, dropping over his bottom lip without warning. Elongated nails were the first inclination his fingers were no longer attached to hands, but to claws.

“What’s happening to me?” he asked, his senses sharper, far more profound.

“You were determined to resist me. You wanted to be difficult,” Rebecca told him, sliding away from his lap. “You should’ve let me get you off, lover. I would’ve bitten you at the right time and you wouldn’t have had to deal with him.” She pointed to the window.

Joe immediately recognized the man Rebecca fingered in an effort to place blame. Jacob.

“Now, Joe, you’re on your own.”

 

 

 

 

[Grown and Sexy] Remmy Duchene

Excerpt contains adult, m/m content

Remmy Duchene writes sensual/romantic/erotic Interracial Gay romance. A writer from Canada, Remmy spends every free moment (not writing, going to classes or working) taking pictures, trying to sing in the shower and spending time with family - anything to keep from going outside in the winter.

 

 

LINKS

 

Website - www.remmyduchene.com

 

Other site - www.koolqueerlit.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Colby was almost in the centre of the yard when someone barrelled into his back. He hit the ground hard, grunting under the weight. His first instinct was to roll over for a fight but when he did, he came eye to eye with fiery, green eyes.Without a word, their lips crashed into each others and all Colby could manage was a whimper. Soon he was rolling them over, trapping Leo beneath him by bracing both hands against Leo’s shoulder. He stared into Leo’s eyes before ripping at his shirt and tossing the wet, muddy pieces away from him. The water beating down against Leo’s body tugged Colby’s cock to life. He pressed it into Leo’s and the large man beneath him moan.


Leaning forward, Colby sucked at one of Leo’s nipples then the other. Leo grabbed Colby’s neck, forcing him to keep his mouth there. Colby smiled within himself, and bit against the nipple for he knew that was how Leo liked it. A primal sound escaped Leo’s throat and his hand fell away from Colby’s neck. Colby was once more on the move, down Leo’s rain slicked body. He licked at the droplets of water that fell from the heavens against his lover’s skin. Moving slowly downwards until he came face to face with the front of Leo’s pants. With a frown at the clothes that was a horrid inconvenience Colby quickly undid the pants and tugged it down around Leo’s ankles. He was rewarded with a large, hard dick to suck on.


Before giving Leo what he wanted, Colby caressed Leo’s thighs, brushing over the smooth, wet hair that littered his thighs and legs. Leaning in, Colby licked each leg from the knees, upward. He dragged his mouth across, barely grazing Leo’s cock.Leo gasped. Licking his lips, Colby hauled Leo down his throat and moaned in pleasure for the chance. He pulled at Leo, feeling Leo’s fingers digging into his shoulders. He released Leo’s penis, sucked on a finger before inserting into Leo’s ass. It was hot, tight and inviting just the way he remembered it. The thought that he should withdraw the finger and replace it with his cock darted through Colby’s mind but he suppressed it.

“Damn Colby!” Leo yelled.

It’s all for Leo--

Eight-year-old Rescued from Mining Camp in Guyana

Schools are now pushing education about sweat shops, child labour and illegal labour as of late. The word most seem to be shying away from is Slavery. Slavery is illegal in every country on this planet. Having a minor working in a mine is considered slavery.  In Guyana the law states a minor under the age of 15 cannot hold full-time jobs of any kind. But like many other laws, this one is ignored in most cases. It is being reported that the Women Miner's Association has recently descovered and rescued a little boy, looked to be about eight, working in a gold ming camp in the Caribbean country.

 

"What concerns us the most," Simona Broomes, president of the Women Miner's Association said to the Associated Press. "Is that he was talking and cursing like the other grown men in the camp and contributing to the conversation as though he is a grown man."

 

The little one is now in custody while they search for his mother who is presumed to be working in another mine.

LEST WE FORGET

Today we remember all who gave their lives for our freedoms. Today I celebrate my big brother who fought in the war on terror. Hug your vet a little tighter today. Say I LOVE YOU a little louder.

 

[Serious Chat 'Bout] Here we go again...

Image from Alien Hockey

The NHL Season is basically gone and still, hockey players have yet to set a foot on the ice and fans have yet to actually use the tickets they bought for the season. All regular-season games are now cancelled through November 30, 2012 and the rest are going too, unless the NHL and the NHLPA can put their big boys' panties on and get things figured out.  The two parties have been meeting to to hammer things out but no one really knows what they have been talking about.

Here's what we do know. In 1992 the NHL went on strike and cancelled 30 games of the 91-92 season. In 1994 there was an NHL Lockout (Kind of what we're dealing with now) which shortened the regular seasons to 48 games per team with no interconference games. In 2004 another NHL Lock out which cancelled all of the games in that season. Now, in 2012, this NHL Lock out started September 15th with no end in sight.

 When NHL Commissioner Gary Bettman was asked to comment on what was happening by The Canadian Press, he replied, "I don't really have much to say. We met with the player's association the last three days and we're planning on meeting again tomorrow. But I'm not going to discuss the negotiations or substance of what we're talking about. I really don't think that would be helpful for the process."

Leave it to the higher ups to be vague and uncorporative.

What is happening here?

I mean seriously.

You're telling me that for three months, a bunch of grown men cannot put their heads together and figur something out? At this point this whole sordid mess is like a couple of teenage best friends getting into an argument and not talking for ten years, then meet each other again ten years later and cannot even remember what the argument was about. To me it's pointless. No one knows what they're talking about so no one can make suggestions as to how they are to fix the problem(s). In my head, I keep seeing that episode of The Simpsons where the teachers cancelled class for a caucus meeting and when it flashes to their meeting they're at a posh skii lodge, drinking martinis and dancing around in a Kongo line singing "Caucus! Caaaaucus! Caaaaucus!"

Toronto Maple Leafs fans are doubly screwed because not only will they never see a Stanley Cup ever in most of our life-times, they have no games to watch their boys in blue lose a last minute game or see their favorite players play in the winter classic.  Oh fun! And still they pack into the Air Canada Centre like a bunch of zombies, carrying signs and starting fights with fans for the other team who have travelled mindlessly from across the border.

I can see the lawsuits coming because thousands of people bought season tickets and with half the season gone, what are they going to do? They paid for a service to which service has not been rendering and they should get their money back plus interest.

There has to be be a body that keeps watch over these NHL people and treat them like children because they are there arguing about whose panties are biggest while everyone else is suffering.

Forget the fans for a second--what about that mom and pop store close to the arenas who depend on the hockey crowd to pay the bills and put food on the table? What about that tour company that has hockey games as a major part of their draw? What about that hotel who depends no hockey groud to keep their doors open? What about that little boy who looks forward to going to a hockey game with his parents every year? This is insane! They only seem to be thinkign about themselves and what will be good for them. I tell you what, if I was making even a fraction of what these people make a year, I would have nothing to go on strike about.

Bottom line is, this has to stop. Either politicians need to get involved or something because the NHL and the NHLPA need to be held accountable for the crap they are dishing on fans and businesses in every hockey team city or town. Someone need to make these people see that when they prance around like a bunch of braying hens and leave fans out in the cold they are consequences.

The fans need to stand up for themselves. I suggest they go on strike one year and refuse to buy tickets--let these people see what it feels like to walk into a stadium and hear a pin drop. But that is too much to ask, isn't it? Why is that you might ask? Well, hockey fans seem to suffer from short term memory loss. Every two years or so, the higher-ups give them the royal middle finger salute yet the moment a player steps on the ice they are there screaming, starting bar fights and throwing crap on the ice. With fans like those, the NHL and the NHLPA can do whatever they want because no one cares. Fans will forever get reamed out of thousands of dollars for tickets (season or singles) and pay perview or special channels to watch it on.

Enough is enough.

[Grown and Sexy] Ellen Cross

Author Bio:

Even as a young child, Ellen's mind was constantly filled with the  characters from the many beloved books she would buy, instead of spending her pocket money on sweets or toys like other children.

Growing up on a remote farm in northern NSW, Australia, she spent long hours not only reading, but writing as well.

After high school, she graduated from Administrative Studies with honors, and quickly followed with other various study courses. Work took a backseat to her other commitments, however, when she met her husband of 17years, and their first son was born at just 28 weeks gestation.
Her world may be busy and chaotic at times with her tribe of five hyperactive boys, but she wouldn't trade a single second of it for the world.

Now with her children growing older, Ellen can finally return and indulge her overactive mind in her favourite passion of all...writing.

With her fingers in so many differing genres, you just never know what she will come up with next! 

Links
Website http://ellen-cross.webs.com 
Blog http://ellencross.blogspot.com.au 


PG Excerpt:

She smiled to herself as she watched his reactions to her words. Too often she had seen men smile and flirt, only to run away with their tails between their legs once they realized she was pregnant. Hell, she wasn't even after a relationship, only a friend. But obviously that was even too much for the average male. Not Garrick, though. The trembles in his hands, and the way he looked at the little foot poking out near her ribs left no doubt in her mind that he was in total awe of her condition.

"I…" Garrick cleared his throat. "I've never seen or felt a pregnant woman's belly before. I mean sure, I've seen them walking down the street and such, but never like this."

Giggling, Jen couldn't help but remark, "Well, I'm not making such a great example for your first one, then. I'm afraid that stretch marks are not a good look on a belly this big. But not long to go and I'll have my body back."

Garrick must not have found the funny side to her words, because his smile fell as he knelt down beside her and placed his hands back on her bared taunt, yet soft skin.

"Are you kidding me, Jen? This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and these marks," he ran a finger over her bump, tracing the few stretch marks she had that ran near her flattened belly button, "are something to be proud of. They show that your body has given life…not something everyone is capable of." As he spoke those last words, he dropped his hands, his head bowing low so that she could no longer see his face as he stood up and backed away.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be touching you like that… I have no right." He turned away from her and started to walk away.

"I'll, ah, let you get dressed and then we can go out for dinner somewhere, or whatever you are more comfortable with." He stalked away, grabbing his bag from where he had placed it next to hers and headed straight into the bedroom, closing the sliding doors as he went.


Adult Excerpt:

Leaning over, Garrick began running kisses down the insides of her long thighs, alternating between the two as he gradually climbed higher and higher toward her moist beckoning heat. The scent of her arousal, the proof visible as it glistened between her pink puffy lips, made his mouth water as he drew in her warm musky scent. His rough breaths sawed harshly in and out of his chest, his control nearly shattering as he watched a single drop of her cream escape her core and run down her curvy backside.

Diving forward before his brain could actually register the move, Garrick pounced on that drop, collecting it on his tongue as the sweet honey flavor burst over his taste buds. A low growl reverberated through his chest as Jen’s gasp of delight reached his senses.

"I have to taste you, sweetheart. I feel like I’ll go out of my freaking mind if I don’t sink my tongue deep within your pussy and feast on every single drop of your sweet cream as you come all over my face."

Garrick barely registered Jen’s squeak of surprise as he dove back down and drove his tongue the full length of her slit, from her tight pink rosette winking at him as her muscles quivered, to her shy little clit, hidden beneath its hood yet peeking out with each twitch her body gave. She gasped as he trapped her clit between his lips, flickering it lightly with the tip of his tongue before suckling it deeply into his mouth. Jen moaned and slid her fingers into the hair on each side of his head, gripping great fistfuls and pulling his mouth firmly against her sex as she rocked against it.

Jen’s whole body jerked as each lap of his tongue assaulted her clit while he timed the spasms, stiffening his tongue to dive deeply into her sheath with each convulsion her body offered to his hungry mouth. Each desperate cry of wonder passing her lips increased his own mounting desire. He gentled his torment slightly, slipping one finger through her engorged slippery folds to rest against her entrance.

Feeling no resistance from Jen, Garrick lifted his head to watch her face just to be sure she was still ok. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of this amazingly sensual woman with her head thrown back in utter abandonment. Slowly he pushed his finger forward, entering her tight sheath.

Returning to lap at her heat again, Garrick murmured between noisy slurps, "Damn, baby, you feel and taste so good. All sweet, hot, wet, and soft like a woman should be. And tight…so damn tight, honey. I’ll ease you open a little before we go any further

[Serious Talk 'Bout] How the Detroit Tigers' Wheels Fell Off

The Giants were amazing. What's better than amazing? Pristine, incredible, dare I say perfect?

The straight up truth is I love an underdog story but most importantly, I love it when Is ee a team having fun while playing a great game.

I watched every pre-preseason game the Giants' played this season and I saw something in this group of players that intrigued me and kept me focusing on them. Let's face it, after the wheels started falling off the Blue Jays wagon, I think it's fair to say I gave up and turned my attention to the Giants.  Their come back win from being down to Marco Scutaro standing in the outfield in the rain, head back, arms wide and mouth open left me feeling as if my fan loyalty was in the the right place. Marco said something in reply to  a reporter's question about where his mind was going into the World Series final. He said "We worked hard to get here. So I'm just going to soak it all in and enjoy it."

Think about it.

The World Series is as big as it gets--its the Superbowl of the baseball world and he just wants to enjoy it? That is brilliant!

Not to take anything away from the Giants because with guys like Posey, The Panda Bear, Scutaro, Bumgarner and Romo (just to name a few) how can their game not be epic?

But come on! The Detroit Tigers just gave up. It was like Prince Fielder didn't even show up and their pitching? What happened? They swept the Yankees. They had three days' worth of rest they should have been knocking balls out of the park. But beside that, the Giants were on point with pitching with a very well rounded game but the Tigers just let it go. It was almost as if they didn't expect the Giants to be any good and when the Giants bit first and drew blood, The Tigers were too shock to do much of anything.

Sure, no team has ever come  back from a 3 game deficit and win the World Series but that doesn't mean it's impossible. It's only impossible of you play like the Blue Jays and give up like the Tigers. That's when it is impossible. The Giants hit them hard and the Tigers lay down and played dead.

As happy as I am the Giants won, I am just as sad for the Detroit Tigers Fans. Why you ask? They didn't deserve the lack of heart the Tigers showed. They deserved a team that was going to push, fight, war until something happened. Or if they had to lose because Karma/fate/kismet said they had to, they would lose with a fight. They'd be battle scared and growling.

Still, I have to admit, watching Sergei Romo do the Gangnam Style was so worth it. I mean, the Giants beat the Tigers in a big way and looked good doing it.