Hi all! Christine London here. I write spicy contemporary stories for one of the best e-book publishers in the biz, Phaze. When I heard about the opportunity to bring readers a short story for the Valentine’s season there was only one couple that popped to mind. Bryce and Katie are the high-powered career people in my novel Sunninghill Snow who just happen to be in hate. When a freak snowstorm isolated them in a romantic rural cottage their time together was a rocky ride for sure. In my Valentine’s Day free read we revisit Bryce and Katie ten months after their life-changing weekend at their friend’s cottage. A Valentines Proposal will give you a taste of the magic these two make together. Not unlike the gift of the Magi, what lovers will inspire in each other can’t help but mirror the intensity of their feelings. Love is after all the flip side to hate. There is unending magic in how two can become one through even the rockiest of beginnings. A Valentine’s Proposal’s prequel is being released in print just after Valentine’s Day. So if this tale tickles your curiosity as to how Bryce and Katie got to their happily ever after, you might wish to take a look at Sunninghill Snow. Can’t wait? It is available now in e-book format over at Phaze.com

What are my plans for the fourteenth? I honestly don’t know. My man is really good at dreaming up something special. Whether it be a quiet dinner or a brand new fire engine red Vespa, I’m sure he will think of something to remember. Isn’t that the fun of a day set aside for romance…the surprise? Now what I am cooking up…there is the mystery. I’ve a couple special people in my life that deserve something sweet and thoughtful. Until then, it is under wraps. So shhhh….

Worst Valentine’s gift? Well I have to say I have never received what I’d consider to be a bad one. I have had the day forgotten or go by unnoticed. Even then it is not the end of the world. I rather prefer spontaneous plans and gifts so if that means May 24th or October 3rd is the day with a romantic twist—all the more wonderful! That said, I rather think it advisable that men (and women) steer clear of gifts that imply work. If you give your wife a vacuum cleaner for Valentines Day don’t expect too much enthusiasm even if it is red! Now guys…sometimes they love a tool for a gift…as long as it is followed with her as a negligee chaser in the bedroom.

I suppose it would be most high-minded of me to say giving is the best. Yes, it often is. If I have managed to find something that pleases it is worth a month of chocolate. That said there is nothing as wonderful as the shadow of a smirk on the face of a man who has managed to please me. But then, that is giving too isn’t it? His giving multiples the joy as I get to revel in his pleasure at mine. Amazing how this focus on the treasured ‘other’ comes back ten fold.

Anonymous Valentine? I used to get them all the time from my students. As a teacher one is always reminding her young charges to write their name on their work. Sometimes their forgetfulness washes over into the arena of the Valentine tradition. And sometimes on a special day such as Valentines they plan it that way. Although I teach no more, I can still picture the faces of my students as they looked to me for reaction to their cut and paste offerings. Love comes in all forms. The love of a child is perhaps the purest. Valentines Day is for this reason my favorite where children are concerned. It afford them the opportunity to make something simple and from the heart then offer it in the most uncomplicated way. They learn early that a secret Valentine is even more fun. It teaches them the delight of selfless giving expecting nothing in return but the knowledge that their efforts have made their teacher smile. Very sweet indeed!

I once wrote as part of a short verse my notion of the joy inherent in giving—man to woman. It costs nothing but awareness and a few well-chosen words. Cards last a few days, flowers fade and chocolates eaten, but what is spoken or written in love, that is the stuff of myth and legend, fantasy and dreams fulfilled. True romance.

May you hear, say, read and write what is in your heart this Valentines Day.

Cheers,
Christine London

They’re still available at phaze.com and today I’ll let you know about two of them.

A recovering copywriter, Robin Glasser has written for a variety of magazines ranging from Readers’ Digest to Penthouse Letters where she wrote a column called “The Red Hot Woman.” Her poetry has been published in Upstairs at Duroc and The Riverside Poetry Workshop Review. Robin guarantees Men at Work, her book of suggestive poetry, will put twinkles in your eyes and sparkles in your pants. Ms Glasser’s latest novel, My Life as a Concubine, which is based on her experiences in Paris or as she likes to call it, The City of Merde, is available from www.phaze.com.
She now reads at various venues in New York.

RSVP is a lust poem…after all, it is Valentine’s Day…

And also available is:

Missy Lyons has been writing from childhood, and is now a mom who still enjoys spinning a good tale. She was first published by Phaze Books in 2007 with the short story, Closing the Deal. Since then, she has written several novels and many more short stories. She is always coming up with new ideas to write about, and hopes she chooses subjects that will be emotionally moving to her readers. A romance that touches the heart, whether it is red hot, or sugary sweet.

Sex, Lies and Videotape is the sequel to Bound by Love.

Just for you guys. :)

Secret Surprise is available from Total-E-Bound now for under $4, what a bargain!

I was happy where I was, embraced and relaxed but underneath the peace and comfort ran a live wire of arousal that meant I wasn’t truly relaxed. I wanted to reach my hand over, to rest it on his crotch, to open the zip and touch his naked cock. I wanted to kiss his neck, to nibble the flesh and maybe even leave my mark. I wanted him to reach over and caress my breast or for his other hand to slide down from my shoulders to my waist and lower to squeeze and later spank my arse. I furiously boiled away inside and I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid to make the first move. I was petrified of upsetting or hurting him.

“Jane?” His voice startled me from my thoughts and I lifted up my head.

“Yes—”

His lips fell on mine and he kissed me. I can’t say that we kissed. I was too shocked to join in. He kissed me. He pressed his lips hard against mine, and I took the heavenly pressure and tried to gather my thoughts. His hands wrapped around me, one rested on the back of my neck and the other cupped my waist. I pressed my hand out, almost in panic but instead of pushing him away, I ran my hand slowly across his chest.

The hand at my waist crept higher and it carried the light, scratchy material of my too-tight work shirt up my body with it. His fingers whispered over my flesh and I moaned with delight, unable to hold it in. His kiss deepened, his tongue slipped out into my mouth and tentatively, I wiggled mine in response, rubbing it against his.

I wanted to feel his skin, so I slipped my hand down to the edge of his T-shirt and slipped my hand beneath it. It was his turn to moan as my fingers crawled up over his stomach and chest. He felt good, hard but soft enough to give a little under my fingers. A few hairs tickled my fingers round his chest and his nipples felt hard and gritty as I experimentally swept my fingers across them.

“You minx,” he gasped. “My turn now.” He pulled away from our kiss and moved both his hands to the front of me. He fiddled with my buttons and eventually got each one undone. I watched him and helped to slip off the shirt. Before I could feel the cold air, his arms were around me and he was pulling apart the clasp of my bra.

“Tim,” I exclaimed as I felt it pop loose and my breasts dropped a little without the lifting aid of the bra. I was scared he’d hate the sight of my large breasts. They were nowhere near perky and perfect. I was worried he’d be disgusted.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I want to see you and feel you. Please?”

I nodded my acquiescence, and he pulled the bra forward and slipped it down my arms. “Oh God, Jane, you’re beautiful.” He ran his fingers down my chest and around my breasts, teasing the skin and zoning in on my nipples.

“So soft, so creamy, what beautiful breasts.” His eyes focused on my chest, his tone conveyed deep delight and his fingers worshipped my flesh. I felt elated and in a contrast to moments earlier I pushed my chest out wantonly and gasped as he took my nipples in his fingers and squeezed and tugged at them. A second later, he was man-handling one into his mouth. The feel of his suction drove me wild, and I groaned to let out some of the sexual pressure building up inside of me from his examination and gentle but demanding fingers.