Friday, November 15, 2013

Welcome Romance Author, Gioconda Lyss!

Today's special guest is the amazingly talented, Gioconda Lyss, whose books have received four and five star reviews. Please leave Gio a comment and make her feel welcome!

“Heaven on Earth” is Gioconda Lyss’ first erotic romance novella. Born and raised in Romania, she now lives in Nevada with her family, and the world’s most spoiled cat and dog. Visit her at and friend her on Facebook

Gwen McAllister and Desmond Blankenship have both had their share of disappointment in love and marriage. Gwen is a divorced woman who swears never to love again. Desmond is a businessman who finds his wife in bed with a friend. The two meet at a party in Phoenix and soon begin a long-distance relationship. While Desmond knows Gwen is the woman he wants to be with, Gwen is reluctant about facing her feelings for Desmond. Just when Desmond is ready to declare his true feelings for Gwen, Gwen’s life take an unexpected turn. Leticia Martinez, Gwen’s long- time friend and occasional lover, makes an unexpected visit. At first, Leticia and Desmond express an instant dislike for one another. Will Gwen have to choose between the two people she loves the most, or will they make the relationship work for all three of them?

Thank goodness for showers and blessed be the person who invented them. Desmond replayed the fun they’d had lathering one another up. Soapy hands going in and out of body crevices, touching, tickling, arousing.
Taking a shower with two women had been an experience in itself. Having two sets of hands touching him, stroking him, arousing him, was beyond any dream he’d ever had. Watching them laughing and shrieking with delight, interacting with one another, it was obvious to Desmond that these two women had great affection for one another. It became apparent that there was some kind of bond between them that could never be broken. A friendship bordering on sisterhood, a sisterhood bordering on marriage, a marriage bordering on two halves of a whole.
That Gwen and Leti’s relationship had become physical over time had just been the next natural step for them, Desmond realized. Well, now the two halves were becoming thirds, by taking him to their bosoms. And how lucky he was that they chose him! Gratitude filled his heart to the point of bursting.
Minutes later, when they were all squeaky clean and towel-dried, they collapsed on the bed-a mingle of legs and arms that contrasted and mixed together splendidly. Desmond’s black skin, Leticia's caramel, and Gwen's white. They were different in coloring, but they were united in love and affection.
Gwen crawled to the foot of the bed, expectant and giddy as a child. Warm color filled her cheeks.
Desmond looked at her, question marks in his eyes.
“I want you to kiss Leti,” she told him without any further ado.
“Is this okay with you?” He turned his attention on Leti.
Leticia nodded and tipped her head back to be kissed.
Their lips came together tentatively. Desmond brushed his lips on Leti’s and stopped, suddenly unsure of what he should do next. It was Leticia who took the kiss to the next level, gripping the sides of his head and pressing her lips harder on his. Her tongue snaked deeply into his mouth and licked the roof. Her kiss was different from the way Gwen’s lips felt on his, different from Gwen’s kisses. But he was amazed at the strong reaction he got from just that one kiss. Desire surged through him and his cock became erect, pushing against her belly. Leti gasped and squirmed against him. He wanted to take her, but he was also very aware that Gwen watched them. He wanted to see her reaction. How did she feel about it? Was she truly okay with this?
He broke the kiss and looked at Gwen. Gwen's pale face had turned a deep shade of pink, and her eyes were glossy with lust. She sucked a sharp breath in, and bit her lower lip.
“Don’t stop,” Gwen murmured, while she slid her hand down south, toward her pussy. She half-closed her eyes. He watched her hand sliding between her shapely legs and beginning to finger herself.
Christ, how much he loved seeing her aroused like this! He couldn’t wait to see what new heights of arousal and pleasure he could bring her to. He would be willing to do anything to make Gwen happy!
He leaned toward Gwen and took her in his arms. He kissed her deeply, passionately. He got drunk on her wonderful taste. He wanted the moment to go on forever. If the planet stopped spinning in that moment, he couldn’t have cared less. They kissed long and hard, their tongues dancing with one another.
When she pulled away slowly from his embrace he let go reluctantly. He knew they were about to cross a line that would make a difference in their relationship, a line which, when closed, they will not be able to take back. He remembered Gwen’s words about “taking it slow” and almost laughed. Did she have this-–a threesome—in mind when she uttered those words? He almost opened his mouth to ask that very question, but at that precise moment Gwen leaned in and took his cock in her mouth, giving it a swift lick and a kiss on the head.
“I want you to fuck her,” she said simply when she came up.
Desmond did as he was told.
He eased himself on top on Leticia who was already fingering herself and pulling on her small, dark wine-colored nipples. Leti gave him a small nod and opened her legs for him. She took his cock and guided it to the opening of her sex.
Desmond groaned as he pushed himself inside Leti. Leticia’s pussy was tight and surprisingly wet, considering that he hadn’t done much in the way of foreplay to arouse her. Then he remembered how aroused Gwen was from watching him kissing Leti. The girls got off on watching one another. Exhilaration made his body tremble. The feeling was all-encompassing, and a totally new high.
He thrust inside Leti’s opening, feeling her inner muscles relax around his shaft. Gwen caressed his back with her fingernails; the sensation sent pleasurable shivers through his body, directly to his groin. At the nape of his neck he felt Gwen’s mouth placing kisses, which continued in a trail down toward his shoulders. Gwen then slid toward Leti, kissing her small, perky breasts before moving up to her plump mouth. Seeing Gwen kiss Leti sent Desmond toward the top of the precipice. He stopped, drawing breath into his lungs. The sensation was almost too much. Gwen turned her head, her eyes searching him.
“Are you okay?”
She took his head in her hands and kissed him to reassure him that he was doing the right thing. Their tongues danced together, entwined, fought and then she sucked his into her mouth. Tremors shook his body at the delicious feeling and he began moving again inside Leti. Gwen’s kiss excited him to no end. Gwen urged him on with kisses on his shoulder and scratches on his back, and when Leti told him she was coming, he crossed the edge with her.




Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Lydia Michaels, Romance Guest Author!

Good Morning Readers,
Please make welcome today's wonderful romance author, Lydia Michaels. Leave her a comment, please!

Award winning author, Lydia Michaels, writes all forms of hot romance. She presses the bounds of love and surprises readers just when they assume they have her stories figured out. From Amish vampyres, to wild Irishmen, to broken heroes, and heroines no man can match, Lydia takes readers on an emotional journey of the heart, mind, and soul with every story she pens. Her books are intellectual, erotic, haunting, always centered on love. Lydia Michaels loves to here from readers! She can be found of Facebook or contacted by email at

Months after Shane Martin’s sister vanishes, life crashes down and he finds himself the guardian of a nephew he never knew existed. Blissfully ignorant, Shane trades in his musician status, full of late nights and fast women, for midnight feedings and lullabies. But when Kate McAlister, his prissy, stuck up caseworker, arrives unexpectedly, he realizes he could lose everything.
Kate isn’t impressed by Shane’s messy bachelor pad, rocker image, or sexy tattoos. As a matter of fact she finds it all very sophomoric. The sooner she’s off the case the better. Everything from his long hair to his sarcastic attitude threatens her professionalism. But when he lowers his guard and asks for help, she discovers a side to this tattooed musician she can’t resist. Behind this simple man is an unsung hero.

When Duce left, Shane sifted through the bag. There were tiny diapers, wipes, some sort of yoga mat thing, a bunch of creams. He laughed when he saw something called Butt Paste. That was self-explanatory.
There was something resembling a miniature turkey baster. He found clothes, itty-bitty socks, a knit cap, a few rattles, two containers of formula, some bottles, and a small booklet with doctor’s visits listed in it. He recognized the writing as his sister’s and a strange, sad nostalgia settled over him.
Was she here watching him now? “He’s beautiful, Noel,” he whispered. “I’m gonna do this. Don’t worry. I’ll figure it out and I’ll take good care of him for you. You’ll see.”
By the time Duce returned Shane was reading the bottle of formula. “What’s that?” his friend asked as he plopped down the paper takeout bag of food.
“Formula. I didn’t find any food. Do you think I should wake him to eat?”
“Uh, isn’t there some rule about never waking a sleeping baby?”
Shane shrugged. “Maybe I should make up a bottle so it’s ready when he does wake. He’s been sleeping for two hours. He’s gotta be hungry.”
Shane wished he had Internet. He wasn’t really computer savvy, but people were always talking about finding shit online. Duce was staring at him with a peculiar look. “What?”
“I think you should give him back.”
“Give him back? There is no back. I’m it.”
“He’s just all perfect and small. What if you fuck him up?”
“Hey, don’t curse in front of him. And I’m not going to mess him up. I just need some practice. I’ll figure it out.”
“Maybe you should ask someone who has kids what to do.”
Shane reached for an egg roll. “I don’t know anyone with kids. I have to take a class and I have a crap load of reading material.”
“When do you take the class? Maybe that was something you should have done beforehand.”
“It starts tomorrow night. I’ll be fine.”
They ate and zoned out to some reality TV. Baby Shane was so quiet they’d almost forgotten about him. Then Duce’s face began to twitch. “Dude, what’s that smell?”
Shane sniffed and choked. Whatever it was, it was powerful enough to make his eyes water. “Aw man, did you fart?”
“Wasn’t me.”
In unison, they slowly turned to the baby who still slept soundly. He leaned over and sniffed, almost gagging as he jerked back. “Holy crap! How could something so pintsize smell that bad?”
Duce covered his mouth and went to the window, quickly opening it to let some air in. The little guy made a tiny nook-nook sound and his miniature fist curled up by his chin in a dainty stretch. He looked like the fighting Irish.
“It’s moving,” Duce whispered as though the baby were a bomb about to detonate. And suddenly an explosion happened.
Baby Shane’s face screwed up tight, turning an unnatural shade of red. His mouth opened wide, showing nothing but pink gums, and an unholy squawk roared out of him.
They jumped and stared as the baby screamed, his little chest working in quick breaths as he drew in only enough air to force out another shrill, squawking cry.
“Do something!” Duce demanded.
Shane panicked. He reached for the book and began to thumb through, not sure what he was looking for.
“Don’t fucking read! Pick it up!” Duce snapped.
Shane tossed the book on the couch and quickly kneeled in front of the angry baby. He wailed and Shane began to freak. Was he in pain? Ugh, the smell coming off of him was burning the back of his throat. “Sweet Jesus, he stinks!”
He quickly removed the soft blanket. Shane was strapped down with some sort of five-point harness a person needed a degree in engineering to figure out. He pressed buttons and undid latches, shaking with the urgent need to make him stop screaming.
Sweat seeped through the baby’s tiny cotton jumper. The closer he got the worse the stench became.
“I thought babies were supposed to smell good?” Duce said, fanning the front door to let some air in.
“So did I. I can’t figure out how to unbuckle him!”
“Hit the red buttons on the side. You gotta get the handle out of the way.”
Sweat trickled into his eyes as he tried to dismantle the carrier. Finally he had the harness undone. “Now what?”
“Pick it up!”
“He stinks!”
Duce scowled. “So, my ear drums are about to burst. You gotta get in there. Tough it out. Take one for the team!”
Shane carefully picked up the screaming baby. He held him in front of his chest like a potted plant. He was so incredibly light. “What now?”
“I don’t know. You’re the one who’s supposed to be Mr. Mom. Comfort it. Pat its back. Sing or something!”
Shane stood and awkwardly turned, swaying slightly. He didn’t want to shake him and break him. He sang the first song that came to his mind, wincing at the lyrics about loaded guns.
Duce’s mouth fell open. “Teen Spirit? Really? How about Rock-a-bye Baby?”
“I don’t know Rock-a-bye Baby. Nirvana’s the first thing that popped into my head.”
“It’s not really appropriate, Shane,” Duce said coolly as if he were suddenly more qualified than him with babies.
“You wanna try?”
“No, I’m set.”
He continued to sing Teen Spirit and eventually Baby Shane quieted. Blue eyes stared back at him and slowly the world began to settle.
Shane was sweating and Duce looked petrified.
“Hi,” Shane said. The baby blinked. “I’m your Uncle Shane.”
“I don’t think he can talk.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”

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