CRASH LANDING with Jessica Subject!


10 Fun Facts About Crash Landing
First of all, thank you so much, Kacey, for having me on your blog today. It’s always a pleasure to be here visiting you. J
My second erotica short story, Crash Landing, released today from Decadent Publishing as part of their Edge series. And I thought I’d share some fun facts about the story.
  1. I had no intentions of writing this story as I was working on two others at the time.
  2. It was one of my editors, Kate Richards, who suggested I write it. Well, she demanded it in her inbox that night. LOL It took me a little longer than that to write it.
  3. The story idea started with this line, “…indigo is for space aliens. Turquoise is for underwater hunks.”
  4. I submitted the story 20 days after I started writing it.
  5. All of the characters’ names are Latin based. Cael = space, Mare = water, and Tara = Earth.
  6. Cael’s home planet, Narien, came from me staring at my bookshelf, trying to think of a name. The books that caught my attention were The Chronicles of Narnia, and Gini Koch’s Alien series. Narnia + Alien = Narien
  7. Originally I thought of making this just an M/M story to take place in the water, but Tara fought her way in there and brought the story to dry land.
  8. While editing this story, I found out one of my overused words was “pain”. Well, he did crash land after all. I’m sure there’s going to be some pain. LOL
  9. I had to use the washroom really bad while writing one scene. I’m sure you’ll figure out which one, though I didn’t hear any thumping on my bathroom walls.
  10. There is plenty of hot alien sex in this story without needing tentacles or alien abductions.
 Crash Landing

As his ship plummets toward Earth, Cael believes his life to be over. His last ditch effort to save himself ends in a fiery crash. When he wakes up, he believes he’s entered the afterlife, but his surroundings indicate otherwise. He made it to Earth. But who saved him, and what do they want with him?







Here’s an excerpt:
He rushed to the right, his rod too hard to wait. The slurping, sucking, and cries of pleasure continued as he reached the entrance behind which the action took place. The door ajar, he dared a quick glimpse into the room. With a gasp, he stepped back into the hall, but could not take his eyes off the sight in front of him.
With her rounded pink ass and swollen sex folds in full view, a woman went to work sucking off a man. The musky scent of her desire wound through his nasal passages and drew him closer. She rested on her hands and knees on a platform, while the guy kneeled in front of her. But unlike any beings he had ever seen on the vids of Earth, the guy had blue skin. Not his deep, almost indigo shade, but lighter, closer to the color of the water he’d landed in. Long blond hair flowed over his shoulders, onto his muscular chest.
The man held the woman’s shoulders with his webbed hands—yes, webbed hands—drawing her on and off his dick. “You have the mouth of an angel.” He threw his head back and thrust faster and faster between her lips.
The sight stimulated Cael. They weren’t trying to make babies; it seemed they were having sexual relations for pleasure. He yearned not only to bury his face in the wet pussy in front of him, but to taste the man’s blue dick, feel it inside of him. Back on Narien, he’d crafted his own devices made from the soft, flimsy bark of the totmos plant, to experience the pleasure both men and women felt in the stadium, why they cried out during mating, but never seemed injured. And learn he had, anxious to be ready when he reached his thirtieth year and was allowed to mate. He’d turned that age a half year ago, with no one on his ship to be his partner. Would he finally have an opportunity?
When the man lowered his head again, his brilliant blue eyes flashed open, fixing on Cael.
Oh shit. But he couldn’t move. He couldn’t stop watching.
The man slowed his movements to long drawn out strokes, but didn’t stop. “It seems our guest has finally woken up.”
“And?” the woman mumbled around his cock.
“He appears healed.” The man winked at him. “And from the hard-on he’s sporting, very anxious to join in.”


Now available from Decadent Publishingand other ebook retailers.
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Bio:
Jessica Subject started writing to encourage her daughter to read. Now she writes to keep herself grounded. Although she reads many genres, she enjoys writing Science Fiction Romance the most and believes everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after. She lives Southwestern Ontario, Canada with her husband and two kids and loves to hear from anyone who has enjoyed her stories



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Interview/Spotlight with Lucy Felthouse


 I’m pleased to welcome Lucy Felthouse here today. A very talented woman, on many levels, settle in and get to know her…
 
Who is author, Lucy Felthouse – author, Mom, wife?
Not a mom, not a wife. Just me! And an author, avid reader, Supernatural obsessive (I’m a Sam girl!), friend, puppy owner, history buff.
You also run/own Erotica For All & Writer Marketing Services. How do you juggle all aspects of your daily life?
I often ask myself the same question. The key for me is prioritizing and organization. It can be tough at times, when lots of things all come in at once, but I just keep my head down and make sure everything is done to the best of my ability.
Can you tell us something quirky about yourself that readers might not know already?
I don’t know if this is all that quirky, but I’m probably the youngest member of English Heritage (a charity that looks after heritage properties in the UK).
When did you begin your writing career?
I guess my career in writing started with my first publication, which was back in 2006. I didn’t really know what I was doing then, I was just writing erotica for fun, and because I was dared to. But once I’d seen my name in print, I was addicted. It was a sideline for a long time, but once I quit my job and started working for myself it gave me more time to write, and since then I’ve been working hard on building up my backlist.
Has anything happened in your career that you found surprising? Something unexpected? If so, what was it?
Yes, very recently. I went to a local chapter meeting of the Romantic Novelists’ Association, and when one of the organizers went round and introduced me to people, most people knew who I was already. Apparently, I posted something from one of my erotic romance pieces on the group’s Yahoo loop which has now made me infamous. When I looked around and considered what many of the other members of the group had achieved, I found it crazy that people knew who little old me was!
How do you develop your plots and your characters? Do you use any set outline?
For short stories, I tend to just sit down and write and see what happens. But I’ve written a novella and am currently writing a novel, which have both taken lots more planning. I tend to let character development come naturally, for the most part, because I often change things as I’m writing, and surprise myself!
What do you think makes a good story?
Personally, I like characters that are engaging. Whether they’re good girls, bad boys or whatever, I want to like them, or at least love to hate them. An interesting plot that keeps you guessing is great. And of course lots of hot sex! 😉

Is there a genre(s) that you’d like to write that you haven’t tackled yet?
I don’t think so. I’m steadily checking them on in terms of pairings, i.e. m/f, f/f, m/m, m/f/m, m/f/f. And genres I’ve tackled are contemporary and paranormal. I think I’ll probably stick with that for now. I’m not keen on sci-fi, so I’d probably never write it. Historicals terrify me because I’d be too scared of getting a fact wrong. I do, however, have a hankering to write a spy thriller. I’ve already started plotting a paranormal crime novel, but who knows when I’ll actually get time to start writing it!

What books/authors have most influenced your life?
I wouldn’t say any have influenced my life, as such. But they’ve certainly influenced my career, in terms of spurring me on to write more and write better. And because I read so much and so widely, I won’t name any authors, there are just too many. But basically, anyone who is successful influences me, because that’s what I want to be. *sighs wistfully*

What book are you reading now?

I’m reading Gone Tomorrow by Lee Child. I’m eating up thrillers at the moment.

What did you want to be when you grew up?
I always wanted to be an author. Sometimes a vet, sometimes a teacher, sometimes a nurse. But I always came back to author. *g*

What do you like to do for fun and relax?
What does relax mean? *gets dictionary* Oh yes, I remember that! 😉 Hehe, no seriously, I love to read, watch films and TV, go out exploring the countryside, visiting stately homes and historical places, spend time with my family and other half, play with and walk my dog, etc.
Fast & Fun:
Boxers or briefs? Boxers
Star Trek or Star Wars? I’ve never seen either
Dean Winchester or Sam Winchester? SAM!!!! But I wouldn’t turn Dean down, either.
Supernatural or Vampire Diaries? Supernatural. But I love Vampire Diaries, too.
CSI or NCIS? Never seen either
Brad Pitt or George Clooney? George Clooney
Harry Potter or Twilight? Harry Potter (I’m wearing a Harry Potter T-shirt right now!!)
Big Bang Theory or 30 Rock? Never seen 30 Rock, but I love the Big Bang Theory. Raj is hot! 😉
HBO’s Game of Thrones or True Blood? True Blood, but I love Game of Thrones, too.
JD Robb or JR Ward books? I’ve never read either!
Silk or satin? Ugh, neither.
Long and slow kisses or rough kisses? It depends on the mood. I’m a sucker for both, dependent on the situation.
Wine or beer? Vodka!
Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate
Heels or running shoes? Running shoes
What place to travel is on your Bucket List? It would be easier to say where is NOT on my bucket list. I’ve been lucky to do quite a bit of travelling, but there’s soooo much more I want to see! Pretty much everywhere in America, New Zealand, Australia, Europe, etc…
When traveling do you prefer hotels or Bed & Breakfasts?Bed & Breakfasts. Though I usually camp!
Was it love at first sight for you when you met your spouse?Nope.
What did you notice first when you met your spouse? His eyes.
Where can readers contact you?
Thank you very much for being here. We all wish you the best of luck!!
Private Damien Stone is living in a nightmare. He’s out on exercise on Salisbury Plain with Lance Corporal Michael Scott—who also happens to be a huge pain in the arse. He’s a teacher’s pet who seems to delight in bossing Stone around. But that’s not the real reason Stone appears to dislike him so much. It’s because Stone—who’s bisexual—is seriously attracted to his superior, but he can’t do anything about it, because Scott is straight. Or is he?

Spotlight: Lyndsey’s Wolves by Becca Jameson




LYNDSEY’S WOLVES
Book 2: Wolf Masters Series
Publisher Liquid Silver Books
Contemporary, Paranormal, Erotic Romance, Ménage
Lindsey just finished college. She is supposed to start teaching this fall. At least that’s the plan, before she meets a sexy Spanish god named Alejandro and falls head over heels for him.
Alejandro just came to the U.S. to help out on the family dairy farm. He runs smack dab into Lindsey at the grocery store and immediately realizes she is his mate.
Add to the mix, Ryan. He lives on a neighboring farm and happens stop by Kara’s where Lindsey is showing off her new man Alejandro.
Alejandro and Ryan are stunned and none too happy to realize they are both mated to Lindsey. Lindsey, who was raised in a fanatical religious sect, can’t even begin to wrap her head around a threesome, and that’s before she finds out they are shape-shifting wolves.
While the three unsuspecting lovers attempt to come to terms with their unexpected life changes, Lindsey’s childhood church amps up their attempts to bring her back into the flock. Why won’t they leave her alone and what do they want? The answers are shocking and the results could be life-changing for everyone.
 Excerpt:
Lord, if she would just relax. Ryan had selected a number of finger foods and arranged them on the bar in the kitchen. She was making him nervous. And Ryan had never been nervous a day in his life. Even the few times he had shared a woman before.
Alejandro pulled out a stool and ushered Lindsey to sit at the counter. When he had her pushed in, he rounded the wood-block surface and joined Ryan on the other side.
“You intimidate me when you gang up on me like this.”
“Gang up on you? How so?” Ryan swallowed around the frog lodging farther and farther in his throat. He held himself stiffly on one side of the counter in an effort to avoid mauling her immediately.
“Like this.” She lifted a palm to indicate where the two men stood. “Across from me. Eyeing me like giant cats about to pounce.”
“Wolves,” they both stated at once. Not for the first time.
Lindsey blew out a breath, her soft bangs lifting up to flutter around her face.
Ryan wanted to tuck the errant strands behind her ear. He gripped the counter to keep his hands to himself. Alejandro was right, loath as he was to admit it. They needed to get on the same page here or they weren’t going to make an ounce of headway.
“Let’s take this outside. Sit on the patio. The temperature’s perfect.” He grabbed a few plates, balancing them on his arms and nodded to Alejandro to do the same.
“Masters. You’ve impressed me. Jamón serano? And is that cheese Spanish?”
“Hey, I’m not all bad. I do have some taste.” He wandered away toward the front door, feeling the other two at his back.
The patio was perfect. A small table to the right afforded them the perfect location to spread out the various plates of meats, cheeses, grapes, apple wedges, strawberries, and crackers. At the same time, it was intimate enough for the three of them to sit close together, without any one person being across from the other. The perfect circle.
Lindsey sat rigid, her hands under her thighs, spine stiff. “I don’t think I’m hungry yet. You fed me an enormous breakfast at practically noon.”
“Are you sure?” Ryan picked up a ripe strawberry and held it to her lips. His gaze wandered from those pouty lips to her eyes and he watched her closely while he gently rubbed the strawberry across her mouth. The juices would surely entice her to open up.
From his peripheral vision he saw the moment she let those sexy lips part ever so slightly. His dick hardened in his jeans. Her tongue reached out and touched the tip of the berry and he slipped the succulent fruit into her.
Alejandro moaned into Ryan’s head. “Fuck.”
Ryan ignored him. Sort of.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Feeding you, of course,” he mumbled matter-of-factly.
Next he picked up a grape and rolled the fruit across his own lips before offering it to her. She didn’t move. Her hands were still pinned under her legs. It was so erotic. He couldn’t shake the feeling she was actually tied down and the two men were on the verge of pleasuring her.
Alejandro joined the game, reaching for a wedge of apple and feeding it to the now eager mouth in front of them.
“Mmm, food always tastes so much better when someone else prepares it.”
“Or feeds it to you, cariña.”
Ryan grabbed a cube of cheese and moved in for the next bite. He didn’t care if he never ate again as long as he got the pleasure of watching this gorgeous goddess enjoy her meals.
They took turns popping morsels between her lips, and he watched as her shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, her hands sliding from under her legs to her thighs. When she leaned forward, put her elbows on the corner of the table and nearly purred, he had to reach under the table and adjust his crotch.
On the next bite, he let his hand graze down her face and cup her chin. Her favorable response, well if not pulling away was considered favorable, emboldened him. Grabbing a succulent strawberry, he placed the fruit between his own lips and leaned the scant inches across the table to press the morsel from his mouth to hers.
She took it, mercifully, and moaned softly, her eyes drifting until they were only half open. Without retreating, Ryan leaned forward and licked the sticky pink juice from her chin, swiping gently upward until he tasted her lips for the first time. He didn’t want to pressure her and pulled away gracefully after just a quick nibble.
“Jesus, I’m going to come just watching you.” Alejandro’s voice penetrated his mind.
For the first time Ryan didn’t feel anger toward whatever god had deemed it necessary for the two men to share this woman.
He wasn’t sure how this was all going to pan out, especially in bed, but at least it was a step in the right direction.
Did he want to share this woman? Let her divide her attention between himself and Alejandro? Well, at least he no longer felt the need to punch the man in the face.
Perhaps it would work. They just needed to sort out the particulars.
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New Release: The Mercenary Slave by Elyzabeth M. VaLey



Ambushed, captured and sold. After losing his best friend, Wybert is forced to give up his life as a mercenary and become a pleasure slave. The daunting task becomes harder than expected when the attraction to his slave master goes beyond the bedchamber.

Izz-Sarava was content with his life as the Zshanti’s slave master until the new serf appeared. Somehow, under his presence, his control slips and his heart becomes exposed.

As their feelings develop, will they be able to overcome a past that haunts them to pursue a future together?

Be Warned: m/m sex, menage sex, spanking.
Excerpt © Elyzabeth M. Valey:
Without knocking, Melassar entered the darkened chamber. It was small, with barely enough space to stand and fully outstretch your arms. If you walked more than two paces in either direction, you’d meet a wall. It was the Sledövat, or Zshanti’s watching cell. Here she would sit and observe her pleasure slaves bathe whenever she pleased. Sometimes, if she so wished, they would be aware of her heavy stares. Other times, they were ignorant to her peering.
The beauty of the Sledövat lay in its splendid peeping panel, designed to trick the person bathing. From inside the water chamber all that was visible was an impressive painting of mermen and merwomen bathing and alluring a boat of sailors. However, small slits were cut across several places in the panel, allowing Zshanti to glance into the room, without hindrance.
She sat now on a low cushion, her chemise gathered at the waist and her long legs crossed before her. Her hands rested on her naked thighs, her nails digging into the soft skin.  Zshanti turned to face him, her sky blue eyes sparkling in the dim light coming from the adjoining room.
“You took long enough, Izz-Sarava. Come here, you are missing quite a spectacle.”
Melassar hurried to his mistress’s side. Though she did not look up at him, he bowed low before taking a seat by her side.
“Look,” she whispered while leaning forward.
Melassar followed her lead. He gasped when he peered into the peephole. Zshanti chuckled softly at his side.
“I know.”
His mouth dried up as he watched the stunning figure of Wybert through the slit. The large man had not wasted any time in undressing after Melassar had left him in the room, instructing him to bathe and don clean clothes. 
Melassar’s cock twitched in his breeches. Wybert stood in the center of the room in all his naked glory. Melassar gulped as Wybert approached the panel. Blood rushed to his cock, hardening it. Wybert was pure muscle, a man made out of stone. The muscles on his arms were defined, the plains of his chest undoubtedly solid, the ridges on his stomach unyielding.
Wybert observed the painted wall for a moment before losing interest. He yawned and stretched, the corded muscles of his biceps tensing as he raised his arms above his head. Melassar’s cock began to throb with need. Abruptly, Wybert stepped away from the wall and turned his back to them, giving them a view of his sculpted ass. Melassar discreetly massaged his cock through his trousers. Slowly, the giant eased himself into the hot tub. Letting out a satisfied sigh, he began to hum a popular ballad while bathing with the scented soap left at his disposal.
A low whimper forced Melassar to regain his bearings. Turning his head, he watched as his mistress dipped her fingers between her folds. She breathed laboriously, her breath coming out in slow pants as her left hand worked furiously at her pussy, drawing circles on her clit with hard strokes. Melassar shifted in his seat and she glanced up at him, a mixture of guilt and pleasure written on her face. Without a word, she removed her hand and they watched in silence for a few more minutes. Finally, Wybert stepped out of the tub.
“Do you think it will fit, Izz- Sarava?”
Melassar stared at Wybert’s organ. Even flaccid it seemed to be long and thick. 
“It will take some getting used to, Zshanti, but I’m certain it will enter.”
His Zshanti nodded enthusiastically. “I can hardly wait for tonight. Come to me after dinner, Izz-Sarava.”
“As you command, Zshanti.” Melassar bowed his head.
Zshanti stood and left the room. Melassar took in a deep breath. The smell of her arousal coupled with his lingered in the air. He leaned towards the peeping slits, palming his cock through his breeches.
Droplets of water stuck to Wybert’s chocolate skin, mingling with the hair on his chest and running down his navel to the nest of hairs over which his marvelous cock rested.  The thought of tasting that body, running his tongue across every plane and ridge made his mouth water. He licked his lips in anticipation. Tonight, but not now. With a regretful sigh, Melassar got on his feet. He squeezed his cock one last time. 
“Duty first,” he chided. His pleasure could wait a little longer.  
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