#TeaserTuesday #9 – Crown of Smoke

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Be On My Street Team #author #streetteam

I guess it’s that time. I see a large number of authors with street teams. While I’m not 100% exactly sure what to do with one and how everyone runs theirs, I’d love to give it a try with input from those that would like to be a part of it.

My general idea is street team members will get free copies of books and be able to be beta readers (if they so choose – definitely not a have to). They’ll also have sneak access to special WIP excerpt, series ideas and spoilers. There will also be promotional materials available as well as some swag and even some custom swag exclusive to street team members only.

Interested? I’d love to have you.

The #1 requirement is to be OK with controversial materials – my books will be love or hate we thing and rarely any middle ground.

Still interested?
Email Abbye.Kovacevic@gmail.com

#Hosts Needed: #BlogTour & #Faceboook #Takeovers

I’d love to book with a number of places for August and later. August preferably for takeovers – no Saturdays – (these can be facebook pages or events). I’d also like to do a tour in October for this 1st book.
–Details: This book may likely be controversial – a love it or hate it. Strong explicit violence, serial killer – strong sex scenes – High body count and not always a happy ending in this series. thriller/suspense series book 1

Then I’d love to schedule takeovers again for a second book during November and a tour in December/January.
–Details: This book will likely also be controversial – new twist on MC/mafia – explicit violence and strong sex. High body count and not always a happy ending in this series.

So, I’m looking to do some blog and/or facebook page takeovers – Beginning in August (No Saturdays) – If you do them, let me know your available schedule 🙂

8/2 @ 11AM (AZ time): https://www.facebook.com/events/689565771149863/
8/5 @ 10AM (AZ time): https://www.facebook.com/events/784202988325245/?ref=2&ref_dashboard_filter=upcoming&action_history=null
8/9 @ Noon (AZ) time: https://www.facebook.com/pages/All-About-A-Book-Reviews/612870075513870?hc_location=ufi

#TeaserTuesday #8 – The Para-Portage of Emily

by Muffy Wilson @SexyMuffyWilson

The Para-Portage of Emily
The Shadow Seduction Series
By
Muffy Wilson
@SexyMuffyWilson
Excerpt:

Emily stirred only slightly as she dreamed, vividly and her feelings and breath almost palpable. She heard her voice through the darkness even though it was no louder than a whisper.
Between the sighs and soft lavender scented folds of gray mist, your face emerges above me.
You descend upon my closed eyes, kissing each eyelid with the soft lightness of a butterfly.
I see you smile somewhere in the distance and your breath caresses my neck on the soft skin you always love to taste.
Tenderly, fingertips balanced in the air, you trace the rounded form that is my face, along my shoulders, to my breasts.
The magnetic heat from your palms announces the arrival of your loving touch to the welcome eagerness of my nipples.
“Touch me,” I beckon in a whispered sigh.
Suspended in my embrace, my fingers want to weave a gentle hold in your familiar hair, still wet from the bath.
Droplets run along the auburn curls that crown your head and fall upon my cheek.
You kiss them dry as I slowly awake from the gray beyond.
Emerging from the misty dream on unforgiving wings, I realize you are gone.
It is the tears that join me nightly on my cheeks that I mistake for your kisses.
It is the heat of my own forlorn desire for you that awakens the passion in my breast.
Again, you leave me until another night.
My love is lost unable to break free of an unwilling grasp.
We never forget; I never want to forget, but when will I be granted your peace?
Are we ever released from desire or does it boil forever in a cauldron of torrid unrequited passion?
How long must I suffer the pain of separation until it becomes a wistful distant smile, releasing the past to float gently amongst all the other tender memories that make up our ‘us’?
And the unforgiving mist brings your painful nightly return.
Oh, God…it is still so raw.
Love me.
Or
Please just take me into the
Ether world beyond.
Emily shifted uncomfortably, the weight from Barkley’s little body seemed to pin her in the warm silken sheets and blankets. As she slept, a panic seized her and created a rise in her heart rate as the panic mounted. She was desperate to break free and run; run as far and as fast as she could to break free of the all-consuming mist. She was choking; fear gripped her chest in a passionate vice and stifled her breath. Her mouth was open; she had her throat in her own grasp. Why couldn’t she breathe? Why had her heart stopped? Was she paralyzed; why couldn’t she move?
Emily snapped from her slumber. Barkley was sitting upright at the end of the bed just watching her, alert with his ears perked up. He was unfamiliar with this sleeping response from Emily. Ordinarily, she moved little, spoke not at all and offered no resistance to his bed hogging. This tossing anguish was alarming to Emily so no doubt it was what put him on high alert as well. Emily sat up in bed. It was cold and she was sweating. She wore her panic in a thin veil of perspiration like a fine mist.
Mist…mist. What did it mean? She swung her legs out of bed and wiped her face on the hem of the sheet. Emily walked to the bathroom and opened the vanity drawer for her medications. She popped a nitroglycerin tablet under her tongue and sat still until she felt the calming effects of the medication wash over her and regulate her heartbeat.

What just happened?
Author Bio and Links:

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, Oysters & Chocolate, Decadent Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Yellow Silk Dreams
Coming Soon:
Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences ~ TBA Spring 2015
Cheerleaders in Heat ~ TBA Summer 2015

#TeaserTuesday #7 – Once Upon a Menage

Once Upon a Menage Contributions by Muffy Wilson @SexyMuffyWilson

 Once Upon a Menage
Contributions
By
Muffy Wilson
@SexyMuffyWilson

Excerpt from The Prurient Puss:

Once in a land so far and away, a poor hard-working miller lay ill and dying in the bedroom of his small, home. His only inheritance, to his three sons was his mill, a donkey and his devoted cat. Upon his death, the meager legacy was distributed by birth rank to the three sons without the need of clerks or lawyers. The eldest engaged the mill as his birthright, the second son entitled the ass and that left the cat for the youngest as his patrimony.
The youngest was worried for his future for the older brothers would join their birthrights to create money by which to provide for their families. The younger son, while he did have a wild and vivid imagination especially in matters of sex, could see only one option — eating the cat and making a muff of the pelt. He feared he would most certainly die of hunger. And what good would a cat pelt be? He twisted and paced as he wrung his hands with worry before relenting to a heavy tiredness in his limbs, body and mind. He turned the way of the pigheaded puss and sighed before he fell into a deep and anguished sleep.
The conniving cat pretended not to eaves-drop upon the man’s expression of fear and grief. Having a sincere affection for his own pelt, and knowing about the young man’s desires having lived with the family for many years, the petulant puss jumped upon his young Marquis’s sleeping cot, purred, mewed and curled around the strong young shoulders then rubbed his soft furry face along his Marquis’s unshaven chin and whispered in the man’s ear as he drifted off, “I am loyal, clever and creative, young master, which you will find to be true if you but give to me a bag and a pair of leather boots to protect my feet from the briars and the brambles as I work to advance your fortunes. I believe you will discover that you are not as bad off with me as you may give thought to right now. I will see your dreams and desires come true.”
With this thought gaining a distant foothold in his head, the young miller drifted into a deep and restless sleep. He was lifted into a dreamscape in which he had taken the puss’ pelt and made a wrap of fine felted fur for Mai-Ling, the daughter of one of the field hands who toiled when the crops were brought from harvest to the mill. They had often exchanged furtive glances. Once, when handing her a receipt for her Father’s harvest, their fingers touched and an electric, magnetic force overcame his senses. Henceforth, he had often dreamed of an escape with her.
An escape, of sorts, was where he floated in the moment of this dreamscape. He drifted somewhere between her fingertips and her full round blushing lips, slightly parted by her willing tongue in anticipation. He felt her breath on the nap of his neck and he disappeared into the coveted warmth of her embrace, her hardening nipples pressed to his pounding chest. He reached up, ran his fingertips along the curve of her soft pastel jaw line to release the ribbon holding her hair as she pulled away. His frustrated hand dropped into his lap where her immediate influence showed clearly in the long full length of his shaft.
He could see her so clearly her rhythmic breath creating a sensual cadence his hand responded to around his growing cock. She inhaled; he pulled the foreskin of his thick member up and over the searing head cock. She exhaled and he slid the skin back over the dripping slit Her breathing increased to a more deeply erotic pace as he pumped his organ, growing more and more painful yet pleasing at the same moment. He saw her above him, her blouson unbuttoned at her cleavage, hanging off her shoulders and gathered at her waist, exposing her nipples grown hard by his pleasures. She bent to wrap her mouth around his throbbing hardness and as he watched her lean into him, he exploded. His release was furious.
When he woke, his hand was sticky and wet between his thighs and the cat was curled affectionately in the bend of his shoulder. The rhythm of the cat’s breathing was in harmony to his own and it was then he realized his passion was but a reverie for Mai-Ling. She was not here, in his embrace. She touched him with nothing but a dream of desire and he could do nothing but wish that one day a love and passion like in his dream would come to his life and although he never told another, he knew he wanted more than just a wife and bed mate.  The young man had heard the tales of the sexual exploits that went on in a nearby castle and he longed for the chance to indulge his desire for multiple partners and carnal games.
Instead, all he had to his name was this cat.
 The cat had purred quietly as he stirred. And as he rose from the cot, so rose a distant thought. He conceived that he had little left to lose except a useless pussy pelt and the loyalty of the cat. With that in mind, he agreed to throw in with the sly puss and use the last of his meager wages to have a fine pair of kidskin high heeled boots made to fit the cat and protect his pads from the hazards lurking in the dirt. Sometime later, when the cobbler delivered the boots, the furry feline was indeed spirited with delight.
“Oh, Master, these will do so well! When I am done proving my loyalty to you, I will dance and click my heels in celebration of your newly added fortunes,” with that the cat, having fashioned a wide brimmed hat with a peacock feather, whipped it from his head and brought the gallant fedora with a flair in front of his body and bent with respect from his waist to honor his Master’s generosity and confidence.

The young man, while pleased that he has made this Puss happy with so humble a gift, still feared his scanty fortunes misplaced, but saw no other alternative. So, he exhaled a huge sigh and cast his fortunes in with the scheming creature in hopes that his furry friend could indeed advance his fortunes; they two would thrive or die, but they would indeed do it together.
Author Bio and Links:

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, Oysters & Chocolate, Decadent Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Yellow Silk Dreams
Coming Soon:
Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences ~ TBA Spring 2015
Cheerleaders in Heat ~ TBA Summer 2015

                      

#TeaserTuesday #6 – Memories & Kisses

by Muffy Wilson @SexyMuffyWilson

Memories & Kisses
By
Muffy Wilson
@SexyMuffyWilson
Excerpt from The Storm:

I walk to the surf, heaving for breath, weak from running against the rain, fighting the storm, the sadness, my loss – your death. I walk into the surf and keep walking. It is surprisingly warm and enveloping. I suddenly feel comforted, my heartbreak no longer a penetrating pain. I know you are with me and I seek out your embrace. I cry again, scream at the thunderous surf, and then I am gone. I can’t breathe and I am falling, rolling, tumbling in a hazy grey darkness that is wet, ferocious, demanding. Suddenly my dizzy comfort turns to fear and I struggle against the pounding, relentless waves. What have I done? I am a good swimmer and an athlete, but can I beat this? Instinct overcomes me. My heart pounds. I start to kick wildly. Moving my arms toward the surface, the current catches me again, tumbling me over and over. My lungs burn. I lose my bearing—which way is up, down? I start to get a sickening feeling of death, my own impending death, and, just as I start to give in, I feel the hand of God grab my hair and hood in a fierce grip and yank me to the surface. I feel the sky darken and the surf diminish. Everything tastes salty, gritty, and then my body heaves, relaxed, and my world goes black.
I awake to pounding on my chest; I am being rattled and something is covering my mouth and nose. I cough, retch, and then vomit the last vestiges of the ocean from my body. My mouth is filled with grit, sand, and the salty taste of taffy. I open my eyes and see God reaching down toward me. He leans over me and the salty ocean water drips from his face to mine. He is big, strong, and gasping; he is surrounded in a glowing aura which intensifies his white hair and white beard. I am frightened. I must be dead. But that cannot be! How foolish I am. He sits me up, tenderly and gently helps me to my feet, all the while holding me securely with large strong hands and then he speaks to me.
“Are you alright, miss? You scared me near to death when I saw you walk into the surf. Why in the world….Where do you live?”
I am alive to my senses.
 “Wha. . . ?” My knees weaken and I fall further into his arms. Quickly, he catches my descent and carries me to a bench where he sits me down, moving the errant curls of hair from my cheeks, and speaks to me again.
“Where are you staying? Shall I call the police?”
I can feel my heart pounding against his chest.
“No, please, I’m . . . I’ll be fine. My key, my pocket; it’s in my pocket. Please…”
I can’t remember my hotel or where I am or why. As he unzips my pocket and removes my hotel key, he pulls my hood up over my head to shelter my face from the pelting rain. Collecting me under his arm, my body firmly in his grip, we walk slowly back to the hotel. The traffic is still sparse, no taxis to be seen. It seems to take forever. The storm is so much worse, the surf so high, sucking the wind into the watery folds as it retreats to the ocean. At once, I am so scared that I begin to tremble and yet, I feel protected.
As we walk into the hotel lobby, the bell captain approaches us and asks if I need the hotel doctor, whereupon my guardian says, “No, that won’t be necessary, thank you.” We take the elevator to my floor and I am finally in the sanctity of my room, as lonely as it is. My savior, my hero sits me in the desk chair while he goes to the bathroom and starts the shower. He returns. He is saying something to me that I can’t understand, but he starts to take my shoes off. Then he leans me forward, removes my windbreaker and sports bra, and helps me stand while he pulls relentlessly at my wet spandex knee-highs. He kicks off his own running shoes and removes his blazer. He carries me to the shower but I feel as if I’m watching the scene unfold from outside my own body. I am unafraid of this stranger.
The water is hot and piercing, but he is gentle, loving, and tender. He bathes me and washes my hair, lifting the removable nozzle to rinse the sand, grit, and seaweed from my hair and lithe body. My skin is a deep pink from the intense extreme of the cold grasp of the ocean and the heated comfort of the hot shower. His hands are everywhere, on every curve, gently caressing my skin with his soapy fingertips. He deftly, tenderly, washes my breasts, my taunt stomach and pussy. He controls himself, but I can’t let him stop. I look up at him, and notice he is watching himself bathe me. He seems to caress my buttocks as he cleans the sand from between my rounded cheeks. Unembarrassed, he rinses my body thoroughly, running his fingers though my shoulder-length brown hair. I feel safe, warmed, yet surprisingly aroused, weakened by my ordeal.
For the first time, it seems, he looks down at me. He takes me in as I look up at him, transfixed by his control. I am naked in my sorrow and my pain; he, fully clothed except for his windbreaker and shoes, smiles, touching my heart. I did not notice his erection in the shower, he is a complete gentleman. My breasts, the curve of my belly to my thigh, my face against his chest glisten in the shower, as I trust him to help me.
Author Bio and Links:

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, Oysters & Chocolate, Decadent Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Yellow Silk Dreams
Coming Soon:
Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences ~ TBA Spring 2015

Cheerleaders in Heat ~ TBA Summer 2015

#TeaserTuesday #5 – Cowboys of Slumber Creek

Book 1 – A Cowboy’s Claim
By Amber Bentley
Release Date – TBA

            Arianna had no idea how her life had come to this. She was living in the middle of nowhere. It was snowing. Her water pipes were frozen – even though she had left dripping faucets – for three days. Frozen. There was no bus transportation to get her four kids to school, evidently the roads back here were too rough even for the governemnt to face – which meant she made a large number of trips to and from the lcoal schools each day getting her children there. She was dirty, tired and freezing cold.
            What was worse? Here stood Chance Dawson, her closest neighbor (if you can call someone a neighbor when you literally have to drive to their house to get there) who was also unexpecedly drop dead gorgeous. In this case, rumors were evidently true. Maybe not even justfully true enough.
            As she quickly made apologies for her unshowered appearance, she knew she’d have to invite him in. The counry life hospitality rule demanded it. You were always neighborly, even to complete strangers. It was a fact that Arianna was still trying to get used to.
            To her horror, she let out a groan while thinking of her huge pile of dishes that lined her kitchen counters. Not to mention her unmopped floors.
            Chance’s grin made her blush. He was patiently standing on her deck, porch as it was called out here, in the freezing cold waiting for her to make up her mind.
            “Ummm. Do you want to come in? It’s freezing out there.” Arianna asked before she could look any more like an idiot. She’d been in Slumber Creek for nine months, mostly keeping to herself – hard to fit in when the town was so small and most everyone here had generations of family born here. Hell, even most of the land was just passed down.
            That was her. Arianna the outsider.
            “Don’t mind if I do, darlin’” Chance spoke in his deep voice as he walked in.
            Who would have thought the word darlin’ could actually sound so appealing? “Do you want some iced tea?” Arianna asked as she wondered what brought him to her doorstep. In the time she’d been here, she’d only caught rare glimpses of him. According to conversations she’d overheard, he evidently worked a lot out of town.
            “Sure.”
            “It’s sweet tea. I hope that’s okay.” Damn, she hoped he’d say more than one word this time. Never had she – the city girl from Phoenix, Arizona – thought she’d find a country boy drawl hot.
            “That’s great. I’m easy.”

            Doubtful, she thought. He looked far from anything easy. But there was that million dollar boyish grin again. It was hot, but it scared the hell out of her too. It screamed that he had to be a troublemaker.