#TeaserTuesday #? – The Naughty List

HTML Are YOU on The Naughty List? ~ Merry Christmas! December 2015 ~ ***FREE*** Giveaway by Muffy Wilson

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The Naughty List
Christmas Anthology featuring Guest Nina Pierce
by
Gemma Parkes
Golden Angel
Muffy Wilson
Blak Rayne
Pablo Michaels


Excerpt from A Marine Corps Christmas Package by Muffy Wilson:

She walked into the lounge and looked exactly the way she felt: wet, mean and thirsty for a dirty martini.  It was pouring rain outside, so she was soaked. Her long auburn locks were wet and plastered to her head but accentuated the beauty of her hazel eyes. Holiday traffic was a bitch and her boss just made a pass at her; she was pissed at him, and all men, at present. And she was thirsty because of both. On impulse, she pulled into the parking lot and parked. She opened the door to Luke’s Lounge and it was dark as night inside. Anya stood in the doorway, dripping wet, as her clothes hugged the curves of her body. The door closed while her vision adjusted. There were no seats at the bar open, which pissed her off some more. She walked over to the widest open spot in the crowd and leaned over the bar to order a drink from the bartender. A Marine, seated at the bar, stood up to offer her his stool. She was impressed by his kindness and chivalry. He waved at the bartender and let Anya settle in while the bartender took her order.

“A dirty martini – bone dry – up with olives,” she told the bartender.


“Merry Christmas. It’s ‘Ho-Ho-Ho-Happy Hour’: two for one,” he replied.

“Even better,” she told him. “Bring ‘em on and keep ‘em coming until I ask you to stop.”

Anya turned to the Marine and said, “Thank you for the stool. After tonight, I thought chivalry was dead,” while she fished for her wallet in her briefcase. 

When the bartender brought her drinks, she put out a twenty-dollar bill and nodded at him. She closed her eyes and took her first sip, feeling the warmth of the drink fire on all fours through her body, inch by inch. She savored that very first sip luxuriously. It was like a lover’s hands sliding down her body, igniting every inch as they felt their way to her toes, leaving her in their molten path eager and hot for more.

She looked sublime, wet but sublime dressed in her Brooks Brother’s suit, silk blouse and matching red silk undies. She loved “dressing for success” because she always felt superior to all the other women and most of the men. It was like professional armor. Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel better and gave her an intellectual, emotional edge. As she reveled in her first sip, she turned to the Marine. 

“I’m sorry, I forgot my own manners. May I buy you a drink, Marine?”

He looked her full in the face, blushed slightly and said, “Dennis Johnson. My friends call me Dj. Yes, thank you. I am enjoying the smooth pleasures of Southern Comfort Manhattans.”

Anya waved to the bartender to get Dj another drink and they both laughed. She noted that he was yummy good looking in his uniform. She was a sucker for a hunk in uniform, going weak in the knees and wet whenever she met a one that appealed to her; and he did. Immediately, Anya felt conspicuous about her appearance. She was soaked to the bone and her hair was still dripping wet. And…she was getting wet in her hot spot, just watching him finger his cigar. She downed one of her drinks, excused herself and exited to the ladies’ room.  She immediately removed her wet trench coat and salvaged what she could of her clothes, then went into one of the stalls. She could feel her mounting passion. It could have been the result of a culmination of things, but it was there nonetheless. Her boss made a pass at her; the “Silver Fox” had rubbed her leg along her inside thigh when she asked for a transfer. She exploded with anger, but had to control herself. She did not get to where she was by allowing impulse to guide her career. Anya’s Father had a heart attack and she wanted to be closer to him, particularly during the Holidays. She had thought it out and decided that a move to the up and coming Atlanta office would be the best place for her career to flourish and she could spend more quality time with her Dad. She attended a regional meeting with her boss. After the meeting ended, she took him to the airport where she asked for the transfer as she explained the reason for the request.

“All the more reason to stay here: he’s not going to live forever,” the bastard palmed her inside thigh and responded. She was furious but composed. Anya rose, shook his hand and excused herself because of the late hour and her long drive home in the rain home instead of spitting on him as she wanted.

That passion welled up again as she thought of DJ at the bar. Passion was passion no matter the genesis. It was a fiery feeling that needed expression and release. In the stall, Anya raised her skirt. She moved her red thong out to the side as she searched for her pussy, now wet and eager. She knew this would not take long; so much had happened to her already tonight that was charged with emotion.  Her head relaxed against the wall and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about DJ holding his cigar and the size of his hands. God, but he was handsome, tall and virile.

She wondered about his cock. Was he circumcised or did he have a turtleneck sweater? She smiled and released a slight giggle. Was he long, thin, short, thick, wide and flat, bushy or trimmed? How did he smell: like a warm musky forest after a light rain or like boot leather? Did he like briefs or boxers? Oh, God, maybe a thong…Was she going to be able to get her hand in his pants tonight?  Oh God, oh God, she could feel the earlier anger redirecting energy to her clit as she became more and more aroused at the thought of DJ in his Marine Corps uniform.  She was adept at fingering herself and she wasted no energy now. She began to moan and move with the rhythm of her hand and fingers. She released her neck muscles and her head rolled to her shoulder, then to the other shoulder. She could feel it all over now, everywhere. She was getting more wet with each stroke. Damn, she wished she had her finger vibrator, but she only carried it when she travelled. 

She would have to rethink that strategy another time.


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Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family “princess,” indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.

Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California, Davis, and majored in Business Management. Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest in writing sexy short stories and sensual literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.

Previously Published:

Secret Cravings, Oysters & Chocolate, Decadent Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Yellow Silk Dreams
Coming Soon:

Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences ~ TBA Spring 2015
Cheerleaders in Heat ~ TBA Summer 2015
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#TeaserTuesday #? – A Christmas Stocking

A Christmas Stocking by the Naughty Authors at Yellow Silk Dreams ~ Christmas 2015 Promotion (Muffy Wilson)

A Christmas Stocking
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Excerpt “Spotlight” Working for Jeremy by Jacqueline George, YSD Author:

They settled in a back corner of the sandwich bar and waited for their food. “So, Shirl. Liking it at the agency?”
“Yes. It’s good. Nice people.” It was true. So far, Shirley was enjoying the agency. The work was interesting, the people dedicated and cheerful, and the little she had seen of the owner – Mr Jeremy Bradley-Smythe – left a good impression.
“I guess you’re right. I only came as a temp, but I stayed. We’re a bit special. Especially Jeremy. He’s definitely special.”
“He seems quite nice,” Shirley ventured.
“Oh, he is, believe me. When he invites you for dinner, accept him every time.  I do.”
Shirley was intrigued. Marilyn was big and solid, with cropped blonde hair that barely reached her collar. She looked handsome rather than pretty, and Shirley guessed she was as tall as Mr Bradley-Smythe. Shirley could not imagine them together.
“Really?  He takes you to dinner?”
“You’d be surprised. There’s more to our Jeremy than meets the eye, and I’m his favourite – from the office, at least.”
Marilyn stopped talking while the waitress laid their plates on the table and went back for their water. “I like this place,” she said. “The food’s always fresh, and the girls are cheerful too.”
Shirley did not care. She wanted to know more about Mr Bradley-Smythe. “You mean, you go out with Mr Bradley-Smythe, and some of the other girls do too?”
“Sure. Janice goes quite often, and Lucy. I have a suspicion he’s taken Tim out a couple of times. That wouldn’t surprise me. He’s very broadminded about that sort of thing.
“Freja used to be very popular, but she’s married now. When she was saving up for her honeymoon, she was fluttering her eyelashes at him like crazy. He must have enjoyed her, though, because he invited her nearly every week.  I wonder what she was doing for him.  More than she does for her husband, I bet. I never had the balls to ask her outright. I doubt she would tell me anyway.”
She looked up at Shirley who had stopped with her fork on the way to her mouth, and grinned. “That’s shocked you, hasn’t it?”
“Er – yes? I mean, you share him around the office?”
“Not really.  It’s more that when he feels like it, he hires one of us for the evening.”
“Hires you? But that’s –“
“It’s fine,” said Marilyn, cutting her off. “Just fine. It’s fun, and he’s very generous.  I don’t know what the others get, but he always packs me off with a thousand. That’s good money.”
“A thousand pounds!” said Shirley, and then thought again. “But you’re doing it for money. I don’t think I could do that.” This was a new world. Normal people never mixed sex and money. She shook her head to rid herself of the thought. “Doing it for money. It’s not – well – not, I don’t know. Right?”
“Yeah. Know how you mean. Still, they say every man has his price, and this girl certainly has hers. I’m not even sure if I like men anymore, but Jeremy’s different. Fun, and generous.
“You know, I used to work as a bouncer for a cathouse in Melbourne a few years ago. Perhaps that made it easier. Met all sorts working there. University students, house wives, newly divorced mums. Makes it hard to be prim when an opportunity like this comes along.”
“A thousand pounds. That’s a fortune.”
“Sure is. And it’s tax free. If he invites me out a couple of times in a month, I’ve virtually doubled my salary. And that’s not all. I wouldn’t say I fucked my way into the job I have now, but it certainly made life easier. Jeremy’s very fair like that. The sex is just a little business on the side”
They ate their sandwiches, Shirley scarcely tasting hers. Her brain was whirling.
Marilyn smiled at her confusion. “So, Shirl, shall I put in a word for you?”

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Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family “princess,” indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.
Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California, Davis, and majored inBusiness Management. Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest in writing sexy short stories and sensual literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.

Previously Published:
Secret Cravings Publishing, Oysters & Chocolate, Decadent Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Yellow Silk Dreams

Coming Soon:
Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences ~ TBA Spring 2015
Cheerleaders in Heat ~ TBA Summer 2015

Other Novels and Contributions:

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#TeaserTuesday #? – Paradise in Flames

By Kaet Wallace
Release Date 2016

“Sure Melanie, that’s great news.” Maggie tried to sound as happy for her sister as she could. Judging from the look on their Father’s face, he wasn’t anywhere close to thinking about retirement. This was wishful thinking on the part of Maggie’s Mom and sister. It was clear it was what the two of them wanted, and very clear that it wasn’t what he wanted.
“Well Dad,” Melanie said after a long silence, “We’d better get going. It’s getting late and Mom will be worried about us. Will you be home soon?”
“No, tell her I’ll be working late and may well not be in until sometime in the morning. You girls be careful, we have some strange things happening lately.”
As Maggie walked out to the car with Melanie, she wondered what really was going on in their small town. There had hardly been any news, but Melanie and Mom and spoken again and again of all the sirens they’d been hearing. Were Dad and the departments covering something up? If so, what could it be?
Suddenly, fear gripped Maggie. What if? No, it couldn’t be. Things started happening before she got here. Hopefully her Arizona life would stay there and wait for her return.

Each day that Maggie spent here, she took a chance. What would happen if her family, especially her Dad, knew her secret?

#TeaserTuesday #? – Immortal Warriors

Book 1 – title to be revealed at a later date
Publication date yet to be set
By Kaet Wallace

At the end of each battle, he was covered in blood and being heralded with awe from his fellow warriors. Some wished to train with him, some wished to be him, and others simply wished a word of praise from him. How quickly the name of Achilles had dropped from their lips, being replaced with his name.
            With several battles behind them in the war, they were gaining momentum, thanks mostly to Xander. It looked like Greece would not fail—yet the other side still refused to quit. For that, Xander could hold no blame. He’d die, if he could, before he surrendered as well.
            He could use his speed on the battlefield to move faster than could be detected, snatch up an enemy, carry him off, feed on him, and dump his body back on the field before Xander was even missed from the forces. And no one noticed an extra dead body on the battlefield. Nor were they ever searched for which wounds had ended their life.
            Yes, he could be happy to simply live with war each day. How wonderfully convenient it made things. Well, all but one. He was in severe need of a woman.
            The coins were piling up as well. As a hired warrior, he was making a daily wage. Xander had never thought of it before. Now he understood why Achilles and his Myrmidons were paid warriors to the highest bidder. When you could war for an eternity, great wealth was certain.
            Then the idea hit him. Xander knew exactly how to create more like him that were worthy of the name Vampire. He also knew how to make them all very wealthy men.
            He would take the best warriors from future battles and turn them into Vampires. Then they would create the fiercest group of warriors in history. And he knew just where he would start.
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            “Enter,” Thyestes commanded in a bored voice. The day’s fight was over and they would travel tomorrow and hope to see battle in another three to four days.
            “Spare a moment,” Xander asked calmly checking the small enclosure to be certain they were alone.
            “For you, Xander? Always. Come. Sit. Care for some wine?”
            Xander shrugged off the wine and took a seat next to his friend.
            “I have a business idea for you, Thyestes. One that I’ve yet to offer any other man.” Xander raised his hand to pause Thyestes from speaking. “It will sound like a falsehood, but I assure you that it is the truth.”
            He watched his friend refill his wine glass and wondered how he would explain Thyestes’ behavior to the other men during his transition.
            He went on. “I have long trusted you to watch my back on many occasions in battle. I would like no more than to continue that. What would you say if I told you I could make you even stronger in battle? I could make you feel no pain, heal in a matter of minutes, and not die.”
            His friend looked on in disbelief. Xander knew this was not going to be easy.
            “My friend, I see your apprehension. Let me show you.” As he had once before, Xander took out his knife and slit his arm from elbow to wrist. He let the blood drip out and watched as the skin put itself back together.
            “Thyestes, I felt nothing. It didn’t even sting. And you saw it heal. Let me do the same for you.”
            Thyestes had risen from his seat and started stepping back, calling for the Gods.
            “The Gods are who gave me this gift. A gift I wish to share with you. Come now, see reason. Let me make you as I am. Together we will build the strongest army to ever walk these lands. We will become rich and travel to many lands. Come on this journey with me.” Xander hated pleading. He never begged nor pleaded. Everything simply was as he wished, especially once he had become a Vampire.
            “Xander, this best be truth. I know I saw it with my own eyes, but it seems unreal. I would be unstoppable as a warrior; my name would live on in history. Let us see this done.”
            “You would be able to be beaten only by me. When I create you, we will have a special bond. If you break it or try to cross me, I will kill you. Remember, I will always be stronger than you.” Xander was glad he had stayed on his own for the last year and fed very well. He would have a year over Thyestes in strength as well being first created.
            “I won’t lie, it will hurt. You will wish to die. We’ll tell the others you took ill after some wine. We’ll move you as sick on our travels, by arrival you should be ready to fight in your new body. But have care to learn your abilities. You cannot allow the humans to see that we are different. I will teach you. We will battle side by side. Let’s begin. Do not fight me, no matter what I do.”

            Xander stepped forward. He bit his friend’s neck, nearly draining him. Laying him down on his bed, Xander fed him his blood from his wrist. Later, he told the others that Thyestes had taken ill overnight and the other warrior’s hoped he’d be able to fight by the time he was needed. 

#TeaserTuesday #? – Dark Retribution Series

Book 1 – Title TBD
By Kahleena MacCarthy
Release date not yet set

Catriona ran down from the walled area behind the battlements. Before she even knew what she was doing she had slipped her way through the front gates that had been torn open by her father’s enemy. The McKeirney’s were quickly coming into their home.
                Outside the gates she saw all the homes on fire, cattle and livestock killed or being killed, children crying, mothers screaming and men dying. It was everywhere. And it was awful.
                Trying to block out her surroundings, she picked up her pace and ran toward her father. He and the clan leader of the McKeirney’s were fighting. Her father would not win. What would happen to them then?
                As she approached, Catriona noticed how tall their enemy was. She had only ever heard rumors, but had never laid eyes on him before. Most, once having met him in battle, did not live to speak of him. There were rare instances where he had seemed to show mercy. But it was only to spread the fear of him, not for sparing a life.
The McKeirney warrior stood a full head over her father and moved more gracefully than any dancer she had ever seen. Could her vision be wrong? He looked over twice as wide as her father as well. She could see his muscles working hard as he took on her father and two of her brothers at the same time, each hand wielding a deadly sword.
                She had to stop this.


#TeaserTuesday #? – Shining Amber

By Kaet Wallace
Release date to be determined.

She was a witch.

A witch given one mission – to bring back the greatest warriors in history to fight their most important battle ever. Should she succeed, would she be able to control them? Should she fail the world as we know it would cease to exist – and it would be all her fault.

#TeaserTuesday #? – To Meet a Highlander Series

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            “So you’ll keep me locked in my room?” Tsarina raised a brow and crossed her arms.
            “Nay, I’ll no keep ye locked up. But if ye cannae do as I ask ye to, ye will find yerself with a guard at all times when I cannae be with ye.” Zarik couldn’t help but allowing his eyes to move from her face, down her body, the tight bodice she wore. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. “I do have a better idea.” A spark of desire lit his eyes and then became dark as he allowed the complete need to take him over.
            “Really, Zarik? Sex?” Tsarina couldn’t believe he couldn’t love her but wanted to do nothing other than bed her.


                He took a step forward, she a step back, as he  made quick work of pulling off his shirt and his sword belt. Then his kilt fell to the floor, Tsarina couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips.
            “Look at me, lass.” Zarik didn’t seem to be in the mood for her disobedience. Slowly she moved her gaze over his muscled chest, down to his well-formed abs and focused on his manhood. “Touch it, Tsarina. Now.” He didn’t wait for her to move; he was already grabbing her hand and wrapping it around his width. “I don’t understand why yer so wide-eyed with me. It’s not our first time together, ye’ve taken my cock. I demand that ye stop this innocent play at once. I’ll have ye and ye’ll damn enjoy it, just as ye did last night.” Tsarina noticed that Zarik was using great discipline to not react over much to her touch.
            “I’m not playing innocent. It’s just that…” Tsarina paused as she watched her hand stroke up and down his manhood.
            She felt Zarik’s finger pull her chin up to look at him. “It’s not that I dislike ye looking at me, but ye seem to forget what ye are saying. It’s just what?”
            “I, well. It’s just that I can’t concentrate around you. I do feel as though I’m a virgin all over again.” There, she’d said it. Hopefully he’d leave it alone now.
            “Aye, lass, desire. Ye want me. Perhaps as badly as I want ye?” Zarik opened himself up a little more. He did want her, more than anything. His skin was on fire.
            Tsarina took a deep breath and drew all her strength. “Remember how you asked what was in the backpack I had when I arrived?” She remembered how curious they’d been at the digital camera, the cell phone, the strange music and gum. There was still a large number of items in that backpack she’d shown to no one.

            Zarik gave a nod. “Lass, I dinnae care about yer backpack right now. I have other things in mind.”