Not me, not you, it’s the name of a Coming Together anthology that features one of my stories!

Coming Together: Under Fire
A multi-author anthology of erotic fiction and poetry edited by the dynamic writing (and now editing) team of Alessia Brio and Will Belegon. ALL proceeds from the sale of this volume will benefit relief efforts for the victims of the 2007 Southern California Wildfires. With stories and poetry by Alessia Brio, Will Belegon, James Buchanan, Aurora Black, Jamie Hill, Brenna Lyons, Victoria Blisse, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Vincent Diamond, Laurence Doyen, Jeremy Edwards, Justanne Farrow, Mari Freeman, Shanna Germain, Nicole Gestalt, Tilly Greene, Michelle Houston, Lauren Hynde, Selena Kitt, Vana Lafayette, Rebecca Leah, Rachelle Le Monnier, Dr. Madeuse, Sommer Marsden, Jude Mason, Gwen Masters, Lefty McGee, Gabrielle Miel, Sapphire Phelan, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Lisabet Sarai, Skylar Sinclair, Samantha Sommersby, and Stephanie Vaughan.

My story is called Flaming hot and here’s a snippet of it for you!

I pick up the red lacy bra and smile. It called to me as I was shopping for an everyday, comfortable kind of bra. I was necessity shopping, and I really didn’t have the time or money to entertain frivolity. However, the deep scarlet lace and the vibrant orange and yellow flames embroidered onto it seemed to pull me in. When I saw the cute knickers to match, I was a goner. I tried them on, hoping they’d be uncomfortable, praying they’d be too tight—but no; they fit snugly, and they looked good.

I’m not a loud lingerie buyer, but as I stood behind that thick blue curtain of the dressing room staring into the mirror, I decided I had to have this soft, lacy sexiness. In fact, I wanted to stride into the store proper and show everyone how sexy I looked in it. Thank God, I did resist the temptation.

I wish I’d resisted the temptation to buy them too, because I’m not sure my husband will understand my expensive urge. Hence, the plan.

I wriggle into the red lace panties, the flames licking up the V of my crotch and heating me. Adding the bra that sets my breasts on fire, I notice my hardened nipples as they swish against the luxurious fabric. I spot myself with my favourite perfume and let my hair down from the tight clip I typically use to hold it in place. The curls tumble onto my shoulders and add another swirl of sensuality to my look.

The plan is to surprise Sean when he comes home from work tonight. I plan to lure him into sex in front of the roaring fire, and then I hope he will overlook the expense of the outfit that made his wife so damned horny. I’m sure it’ll work, especially as he’s been complaining about the lack of sex in recent times. I don’t deal well with stress, and it’s been a time and a half with the inspectors at work and all the extra paperwork that entails. But, it’s all over now, and we passed with flying colours. And now, I have new flame undies that get me hot. Life couldn’t get much better.

The clothes inspired the fire idea. The lovely old Victorian fireplace was one of the main reasons we bought this place, but I can count on one hand the number of times we’ve lit a fire in it. Today, it’s all about flames. The flickering heat of the fire will compliment my outfit beautifully.

Another quick check of my watch before I take off the time piece, then I careen downstairs. He’s due back any minute. I fill a deep plastic tub with ice and plunge a bottle of something fresh and bubbly into it then carry it carefully into the living room and place it on the coffee table at the end of the sofa.

The soft, furry rug that feels so good beneath my toes feels even better rubbing along my buttocks and thighs. I wiggle around to get comfortable and find myself wiggling more out of sheer arousal. The soft fibres brush gently over my soft, white flesh, and I lie down to feel them stimulating more skin.

The soft tickling on my shoulder blades is heavenly, but I am aware that Sean will walk through the door any minute. So, I need to find a more alluring position. I roll onto my side and look towards the door that leads into the hall way. I prop my head up on one hand, kink my top leg and rest my hand on that thigh. I concentrate on thinking sexy thoughts and hope that my eyes convey my mood.

After a few minutes, I feel my fingers going numb. A few minutes more, and I have pins and needles pricking my wrist and palms. I roll onto my back to shake and wiggle my arm and return the circulation to it.

“Where the hell is he?” I curse, fighting down the urge to strip off and sulk. It’s probably just bad traffic. I calm myself with deep breaths, hypnotising myself with the rise and fall of my large breasts.

I forget the need to assume a new sexy pose as the tickling rug reminds me to revel in the sensuality of this moment. I run my hands down my chest and over my lace-covered breasts as I writhe against the soft fur and surprise myself by letting out a loud, low moan.

“Where the fuck is he?” I gasp, running my fingers over my stomach and down to my crotch. “He’s missing all the fun.” The heat of the fire plays up my legs and suffuses me, pushing lust to every nook and cranny. My fingers travel over the thin lace of my panties, teasing my puffy lips, and I feel the dampness seeping through.

Sweet Surrender is the story of Helen’s holiday. She’s just broken up with her boyfriend and finds herself in the sunny, bustling Scarborough surrounded by Love Birds and just as she’s about to give up and go home she meets Tom. Tom is a confident photographer who offers to take her on the tour of the town but by taking the tour Helen discovers more about herself and her personality than about the sweet, seaside town.

I don’t know about you but I find winter a little depressing especially when it’s raining and it has done a heck of alot of raining in the UK of late. So What could be better than to escape to the beach? I’m afraid I can’t just up and disappear to the coast right now, so I’m going to revisit my favourite holiday destination through a Sweet Surrender Excerpt!

Helen relaxed as he let go of her and grabbed his camera. While he disappeared behind his viewfinder, she had time to slow down her heartbeat and gather her emotions. Surely his fingers gripping her flesh should not have aroused her like that? She’d never experienced such raw lust before; in fact she hadn’t thought she was capable of feeling it. Sex had always been a chore, the very last thing on her mind. Now the mere touch of his hand sent visions of naked bodies dancing past her eyes.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Tom asked, making her jump out of her daydream. She looked out to sea, and admired the perfect balance between stirring sea and cloud whipped sky. She nodded, unable to speak, as his hand lay once again on her arm. “Let me capture you in this glorious sunlight.”

She shook her head and was about to protest verbally when she heard the first click of the camera.

“Just a few shots. Your gorgeous red dress is lit up so beautifully, your curves undulate like the waves of the sea. So sexy.”

His words mesmerized her and she stood still, a half smile playing over her lips. She felt uncomfortable with being the centre of attention, but his charm-laden words calmed her soul. What harm could it do to let him take a few shots of her? He’d never use them; she was no kind of model.

The further they walked along the shore, the quieter it became. No longer could you hear siblings teasing each other or the soft drone of the bingo caller. The smell of fresh cooked chips and donuts dissipated until all you heard was the crash of the waves and the occasional call of a gull.

“What is it like to live by the sea?” Helen asked, the weight of the silence too heavy for her to bear any longer.

“Beautiful.” He replied. “The sea conveys every emotion a man or woman can feel, and its surroundings echo that -it’s a never-ending supply of inspiration to me. Angry, happy, sad or needy, this coastline is beautiful and I’d never live anywhere else.”

“I’d love to live by the sea.” She sighed.

“Well, why don’t you?”

“Work.”

“Change your work, live by the sea.” It sounded so simple, but Helen knew it wasn’t.

“I’d not have enough money.”

“Money doesn’t matter.”

She looked at him and he looked back, unblinking.

“So you have no money.”

“No, I have money,” he answered, “I just don’t really need it.”

“Your clothes are expensive.” She countered, desperate to get one up on him.

“But old.”

“Your camera is expensive.” She thought she had him there, and her face broke into a smile of child-like gee.

“That is my livelihood. A man has to have something to live for.”

She harrumphed and turned away from him, frustrated that he made her look so stupid without even trying.

“Sorry.” his voice spoke beside her, his breath ruffling her hair. She was startled as she felt his hand on her back, and saw his face bent in close to hers. “I see things in black and white. I know it’s not always so straight forward.”

“S’ok” She shrugged away from him. “I wasn’t upset.” He wouldn’t move away from her despite her attempt, and soon she felt her side rubbing against the rough brickwork of the seawall.

“The way I see you and me, is straight forward. We have chemistry and I want to act upon that. I want to lean forward and capture your lips and kiss you till you can’t breathe, and that is only the very beginning of what I want to do.”

She let out a shuddering breath. Taken completely off guard, her wanton body reacted to the suggestions in his voice. She tilted her pelvis up to rub against his, her hand, originally raised to push him away, lying passively on his shoulder, encouraging him.

“And I know if I leaned forward now I could kiss you, and I could feel your body and I could fuck you right here and right now.”

She wanted him, and she tightened her grip on his shirtsleeve, wanting to pull him in, wanting him to fulfill all these sexy promises.

“But I won’t. I won’t until you ask me to; do you want me to kiss you?” His lips were so close to hers that she could already feel the force of the kiss. She nodded her head ever so slightly. “Ask me,” he panted, obviously enflamed by the situation. She could feel him pressing into her, his body that close to hers.

She was not thinking, only feeling. Desire was the only thing she was aware of as she leaned forward to breathe one short word.

“Please.”

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This morning I am going to share an Excerpt from Scentsual with you all.

Scarborough is my favourite holiday destination and I love to use it as a setting in my books. I also enjoy playing with a dominant woman every now and again and Kelly is a great Dom who finds a lovely submissive in Rob. This is a quick and interesting little tale of lust and passion and most of all it emphasises the sense of smell at all turns. It is a feast for your olfactory senses!

“Don’t worry,” I purred as I walked towards him. “I’ll not hurt you.” I wrapped my arms around him and gently, quickly, kissed his lips, “Not too much, anyway.”

He groaned and I held him tighter. I pulled his body close to mine as our mouths reacquainted themselves.

“Now, while I lay out my new toys, why don’t you strip for me?” I was back in control of my emotions and desperate to get at his naked body.

“Yes, Mistress.” I felt my pussy stiffen with the excitement of those words. I took items out of the bag, one by one. The flogger came first, with that new, almost astringent leather smell. It would soon take on a better scent, from being used on such a cute behind. I glanced to the side to see Rob losing his t-shirt. His chest was taut and covered in a light smattering of dark hair. I could smell more of him now, masculine and musky. His scent was coming through with a light, lemon tang from his aftershave. I was intoxicated.

Next I pulled out the paddle. I love the smell of wood and I held it up to my face and inhaled the sharp varnish smell before placing it on the end of the bed next to the flogger.

His jeans were down around his ankles when I next looked. He had taken off his shoes and now he was close to removing his black boxers. I felt my stomach leap with excitement.

I pulled open the plastic packaging on the butt plug. It has it’s own special arousal, that smell of new plastic and latex. It stings the nostrils, but promises such delicious delights that it seems to soothe the senses.

I untangled the red, satin ties. They had a subtle scent of cleanliness and I placed them down on the bed, eagerly glancing around. I was delighted to see him naked. He stood tall, looking straight ahead, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. His whole body was stiff with anticipation.

His cock was magnificent. Long and eager, it was neither a monster nor a tiddler. It looked just about perfect to me. Deep pink, it bobbed beneath my gaze. I wanted to bury my head in his crotch right then, to smell his manliness, to inhale the musk of his penis, but I held back. Later; there was time for that later. Right now I needed to perform some arousing alchemy. I needed to deliciously combine our scents.

Not a word was spoken as I unbuttoned my blouse and discarded it. I kicked off my shoes, then sat on the bed to pull off my socks. I smelt ripe as I pulled off my trousers. I could smell my arousal as it blended with my light apple fragrance. It was more tempting than hot apple pie and custard.

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Yep, pop on over to the Romance Erotica Connection today to read excerpts galore, and yes, I’m busy posting there too.

Now talking about Excerpts, what do you fancy?

More from the reluctant werewolf Lowell in Moon Shy or do you want previews of Christmas sexiness from Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart or do you want to remember Summer with Scentsual or do you just want something downright hot and kinky like an excerpt from Sweet Surrender?

You tell me what you want, yes, it’s like a request show and over the next few days I will post the excerpts YOU want to read! Every request will be entered into a prize draw and one lucky random comment maker will win a copy of a Blisse eBook of their choice!

So, tell me what you want to see and maybe you’ll be a winner!

Here is a little bit of flash fiction for Friday:

It was a kiss within a kiss within a kiss. Like a never ending conundrum of arousal tinged with sadness and longing. It was at once an echo of all the kisses of the past and the promise of more kisses to come. She would miss kisses like this the most she decided as she wrapped her arms around his strong frame. What would she do without her wake up kiss or her bedtime kiss or her ‘just because I love you’ kiss? She would use their memory to keep her warm as he fought in a war she wished would soon be over.

I hope you enjoy it!