Friday, October 26, 2012

A Haunted Garden Hop - Do you like to be scared?

This year I won’t be dressing up in my usual clown costume and driving my kids from one neighborhood to the next. We've recently moved into a new home and so this year I’m staying in to greet the Trick-or-Treaters. My boys are on there own. So when deciding what to watch while the little neighborhood ghouls ring the bell, I thought I’d make a list and share some of my favorite horror perfect for an eerie Halloween evening. I don’t really have a favorite on this list, but I do have two favorite authors of horror. Clive Barker and Dean Koontz have always been able to give me a nightmare after reading their books.

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Alien (1979, Directed by Ridley Scott)
Aliens (1986, Directed by James Cameron)
A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984, Directed by Wes Craven)
Carrie (1976, Directed by Brian De Palma)
Friday the 13th (1980, Directed by Sean S. Cunningham)
Halloween (1978, Directed by John Carpenter)
Hellraiser (1987, Directed by Clive Barker)
Interview With The Vampire (1994, Directed by Neil Jordan)
Jaws (1975, Directed by Steven Spielberg)
Pet Sematary (1989, Directed by Mary Lambert)
Poltergeist (1982, Directed by Tobe Hooper)
Psycho (1960, Directed by Alfred Hitchcock)
Serpent and the Rainbow (1988, Directed by Wes Craven)
Scream (1996, Directed by Wes Craven)
The Amityville Horror (1979, Directed by Stuart Rosenberg)
The Evil Dead (1981, Directed by Sam Raimi)
The Exorcist (1973, Directed by William Freidkin)
The Fly (1986, Directed by David Cronenberg)
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974, Directed by Tobe Hooper)
The Shining (1980, Directed by Stanley Kubrick)

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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Hot In Handcuffs - Bog Hop - win a book!

The following post contains an explicit excerpt. 18+ Only.

So sorry I am late with my post! Thank you for stopping by my blog.
I love a hot story filled with whips, chains, floggers...and cuffs. I don't care if the cuffs are for kink of if my hero just likes to take a bit of his job home with him. I have several stories featuring hot cops with and without handcuffs.
Miranda's Rights, The Cougar Meets Her Master, Cinderella Undercover, Double Bang!, To Serve and Protect, and my personal fave--Rough Justice.
Hot cop, sexy baseball player and a woman who knows how to get between them.

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Rough Justice
by KyAnn Waters
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It is not Roxanne’s night…but it soon will be.
Five miles from home, she runs out of gas. Unable to reach her best friend Jay on his cell, she calls local sheriff--and current object of lust--Ivan Soto. On the dark and deserted country road, Ivan shocks Roxie by forcing her to assume the position--against her car with her legs spread.
When Jay rushes to Roxie’s to make sure she’s made it home safely, he discovers her in the custody of Sheriff Soto, experiencing a little Rough Justice. Jay wants Roxie to have a good time, but if Ivan wants to frisk her further, he’ll have to learn to share.


Shit, did he really want to go in if she was fucking Sheriff Soto?

Of course she was getting banged by the fuzz.

Jay shoved open the door and leapt out. "Fuck it." He slammed the truck door and strode up the walk. In the three years that she'd lived here, he'd never knocked and he wasn't about to start now. Adrenaline flowed hot, nerves fired and his chest tightened. Sexual tension coiled in his gut and his cock swelled. His mouth watered and part of him, the part that didn't want to beat the shit out of the sheriff, wanted to catch her in bed with another man.

His hands always shook on the first pitch of a game. They trembled now as he fit the key into the lock. The handle turned easily and the door cracked open. He stepped into the house, the rapid drumming of his heart pounding in his ears. He tried to listen for sounds of sex over his own labored breathing as he closed then locked the door.

What was he doing?

Could he walk into her bedroom? How would she react? What if Sheriff Soto pulled his gun and shot his ass? Great, professional baseball player dead at twenty-six. Walked in on local sheriff fucking hot exotic dancer. Baseball player died with his balls in his hand. Literally.

Jay reached down and stroked his cock through the worn denim. He and Roxie had once talked about bringing a third person into the bedroom, but they'd spoken of another female, one of the strippers from the club where Roxie danced. Never had they considered another male. Jay wouldn't have thought the idea appealing. Tonight, however, he wanted in her bedroom, regardless of who else might be there.

Contents from Roxie's purse were scattered on the floor. He continued to walk toward her bedroom then paused when he noticed light spilling into the hall. Jay followed it like a beacon, both excited and apprehensive about what he'd see. As he neared, Roxie's distinctive sounds of orgasmic bliss floated from the room. His woman was a moaner.

He stood in the doorway.

Ah fuck. Roxie wasn't his woman anymore. She was Sheriff Soto's woman.

The heady scent of sex permeated the air. Roxie's eyes widened and locked on Jay but she couldn't speak. She sat at the foot of the bed with her thighs spread wide. Soto stood before her--his thick cock in her mouth as he crammed six inches of his baton in and out of her cunt.

Roxie moaned again and her eyes slid closed, whether from pleasure or frustration over not being able to speak, Jay didn't know. Her heavy lids parted and their gazes met again. With her arms cuffed behind her back, she had no choice but to continue sucking Soto's prick into her mouth.

Jay wanted her sucking on his.

"I let myself in."

"What the fuck?" Soto yanked his cock from her mouth, simultaneously pulling the baton from her pussy as he spun. "Get the fuck out of here!" He held the baton like a weapon.

Change headline. Baseball player bludgeoned to death with bat.

"I hope you washed your...stick...before shoving it into my girlfriend."

Now that Roxie could speak, she whispered, "Jay."

Soto glanced back to Roxie. "Do you live with him?"

"No, she doesn't," Jay said and entered the room. Sweat trickled down his spine. Shit! He'd wanted in this bedroom but the situation could become volatile. Soto glared, not that Jay blamed him. With Roxie handcuffed, thighs spread...hell, Jay would be pissed too if another man walked in. Too bad. "She left a message on my voicemail and I came to make sure she found a ride." Jay stopped beside Soto.

Their eyes locked and a satisfied grin stretched Soto's mouth. "She did."

"I can see that." Her flushed skin glowed from orgasm and her hair fell about her shoulders in sexy tangles. Roxie was aroused and waiting for more cock. Wetness glistened on her pussy and damn if Jay didn't want to lick her clean.

"You should've called first," she said.

"I did. Twice."

"I didn't hear my cell phone ring."

"With your hands cuffed behind your back and the way you were swallowing Soto's cock, you wouldn't have been able to answer anyway."

"I'm sorry, Jay."

He shrugged. "You don't owe me an apology. You can fuck whoever you want." He touched her cheek and drew his finger along her jaw. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Look, Jay, I know you used to date her," Soto wrapped a fist around his engorged shaft, "but she's busy tonight."

Her gaze jerked to Ivan. "Don't treat me like a booty call. And I don't take appointments."

Soto turned to Roxie. "What are you saying? Do you want me to leave?"

"No, I don't." She glanced back at Jay. "This is way beyond awkward." She turned to Ivan again. "Can you uncuff me?"

"No, don't." Jay slowly lowered the zipper on his jeans. Having gone commando, his cock sprang free. "We can share."

"No fucking way," Soto said. "I don't fuck in front of other guys."

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(I'll draw a winner for every five comment, so spread the word.) roughjustice_2x3.jpg picture by KyAnnWaters