Friday, 1 March 2013

Naomi Shaw...Unexpected Lessons!

Hello friends;

I hope you will help me extend a warm welcome today to Naomi Shaw, author of Unexpected Lessons. This book caught my eye some time ago, thanks to the dishy man on the cover, and I'm really happy to have Naomi here to tell us a little about herself.

Please say hi to Naomi!



First off, I must thank you for hosting me on my tour of promotion. I am excited about this book, Unexpected Lessons, which is the first of a series.

First off, though, let me tell you a little about myself.

I had a strict upbringing and attended a church school. Despite huge health setbacks, I left school at 16 with a handful of exam passes and the ability to play a brass instrument, which I continue to embrace.

I had a fun, if interesting time at college, learning accounting, as I was put into a class of 13 men and no other women. I have memories of that time which may sneak their way into future books LOL.

I’ve always loved reading and had a secret desire to write. I finally plucked up the courage with help from a few friends online, after I had to leave work (health reasons again). I had worked as a receptionist at a doctor’s surgery for over 20 years.

 I have been married to a wonderful man for 25 years.  We had one child, a daughter, now 23 years old and flown the nest. Hey, I’m giving my age away here LOL.

 So then, on to the writer in me.

Naomi Shaw is the alter ego of a married English woman who, despite being a romantic at heart has a desire to pen naughty fantasies. After starting to write erotica three years ago quite by accident, she continued writing and expanded it, exploring the many different sides of erotica. Looks can be deceiving. To look at Naomi you would never believe the wild sexy stories that lie hidden in her mind, waiting to surface.

Now on to my book Unexpected Lessons

I originally submitted this with a slightly different title in the first half of the year to Naughty Nights Press for an anthology call. However, I got an email asking me to extend the story for a book in its own right. I added more scenes and doubled the length. I was so thrilled when Unexpected Lessons was accepted. 

 

Synopsis:

Kyla Morgan a twenty-year old hardworking student is studying for a science degree at university has a secret crush on her teacher, Professor Cordon, and spends many a night fantasizing about him. Kyla enjoys an early morning, frantic masturbation session to the image of her Professor, never dreaming she’d have a chance to make her dreams real. But, later, during classes, Professor Cordon asks Kyla to stay behind to speak to him after class about her issue with inattention. With the door closed and blinds drawn Kyla sees a different side to him; one she very much enjoys. Especially when she finds out this is not going to be a one-time thing.

Kyla shares a room with her friend Bev, a sassy girl from a farming family. What she does not know is that Bev longs to have an intimate relationship with her. Kyla has also always harbored the secret desire to know a woman. They share a glass of wine and relax while in their room one evening and a natural progression leads Bev to fulfill both their desires. Bev introduces Kyla to how wonderful it can be in a steamy girl on girl session that teaches her so much more than she ever expected.

 

This is an excerpt from Unexpected Lessons

Hardworking student Kyla has just woken up in her university room alone. She takes advantage of her solitude, having just had a dream about her Professor crush.

She always slept naked, often getting very hot in the night. Kyla slid a hand down her soft curvaceous body and slipped it between her thighs. With one gentle finger, she stroked her velvety folds. “Ahh,” she said aloud. “I’m wet already,” and brought her finger up to suck the juice off. Mmm, very nice, she thought. Mmm, would you like to see me now, Professor?

 For a fleeting moment, she wondered why everyone thought she had no interest in sex. Then she answered her own question.  I am just a nerd to them. Maybe I should change. She reached under the bed and dragged out her handbag. Scrabbling about inside the bag, Kyla found what she wanted. “Oh yes,” she said, stroking the object with affection.

Nobody knew she had a vibrator, a sleek pink rabbit that stimulated both her G spot and clit, bringing her countless orgasms. Kyla switched the vibrator on and lifted the duvet slightly, closed her eyes again and thought of the Professor. 

She wound the buzzing vibrator around her soft full breasts. Tingles shot right through her body to the tips of her toes, which automatically curled in spasm. Working around her breasts with steadily decreasing circles, Kyla eventually reached the puffy pink areola and hard nipple. Kyla’s nipples were very rarely soft. Knowing about how active an imagination she had, she would have laughed aloud at unkind and unwarranted words such as ‘frigid’ and ‘asexual’ that some of the other students had labeled her, well out of earshot. 

She breathed in sharply and bit her lip, moaning. Grazing the buzzing object over her nipples, Kyla arched her back and half opened fluttering eyelids. She swept her legs wide in the bed and touched her pussy with the other hand, putting a slight pressure on her swollen mound. Waves of intense pleasure washed over her as she lifted her head and then threw it back on the pillow.

Kyla discarded the duvet and lay on the bed in her naked glory. Moving her hand down slowly, her gently stroked the soft flesh and plunged a couple of fingers into her wet warmth. The invading fingers, clamped by the slick walls, delved into her sweet sticky honey. Kyla plunged in and out, working a rhythm. Rippling ecstasies consumed her whole body and she shuddered, curling her body forward. She bent her knees and drew her legs up to reach further inside herself. Bringing the vibrator down to her pussy, she lightly touched her clit with the humming shaft but it made her squeal.

“Oh yes!” she cried, her mind focusing on her thoughts of the Professor. “Look at me,” she called. “Don’t you want your student?” She circled her clit with the tip of the buzzing vibe, while the fingers of her other hand continued to fuck her. “Fuck me Professor, fuck me.”

 

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Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Feeling Lucky?

I am so excited to announce that my pub sisters and I, the ladies of Love, Lust and Laptops are doing a St. Patrick's Day-related freebie event! We have all penned short stories about a male strip club in NY called Lucky's. Each writer has chosen a character who either works or deals with this club in some way: exotic dancers, body guards, paranormals and regular folk.

We will be showcasing these freebies on the Love, Lust and Laptops site from March 11-22. All you need to do is sit back, visit us and enjoy some very sexy, free literature!

You can read more about it at our Coming Soon page: http://lovelustandlaptops.wordpress.com/coming-soon/

I hope to see you there!

Thursday, 21 February 2013

Ann Gimpel...Destiny's Shadow!

Well, anyone who knows me or has read my books knows I have a thing for blond men.

So imagine my delight when I spied Ann Gimpel's book Destiny's Shadow for the first time. Pure titillation! Is this not the most beautiful cover you've ever seen? And guess what? Ann Gimpel is one of my Liquid Silver Books pub sisters, and she is good.

Please help me welcome Ann as she gives us a sexy peek into her new book Destinys's Shadow.



Destiny’s Shadow

By Ann Gimpel

 

 

Publisher: Liquid Silver Books

ISBN: 978-1-93176-135-2 

Genre: Paranormal Romance 

A ranger for the U.S. Park Service, strong, competent Moira Shaughnessy is in serious trouble. Fleeing from her cheating husband, a Native American shaman, she stumbles into the arms of a man she never thought she’d see again. He hurt her once by choosing his druid heritage over her. Can she take a chance on him now?  

Pursuing very different motives, both men follow her deep into the backcountry. Moira is caught in the crossfire between Celtic magic and Native American shamanism. A freak blizzard compounds her problems, taxing her survival skills to the max. Against the specter of almost-certain death, the sweetest, purest love she’s ever known rises to the fore, engulfing her in unbelievable passion.

 

Excerpt:

Moira Shaughnessy’s booted feet hit the ground in front of the Family Medicine Clinic. Slamming the door of the dusty white Park Service pickup, she considered ignoring her boss’s orders, peeling out of the parking lot, and heading for the Baxter Pass trailhead. She had a crew to oversee, goddammit. And a work project to complete. But her boss, John, had been painstakingly clear, both yesterday at Park Headquarters in Three Rivers, and just ten minutes ago on the sat phone. Granted, he’d been far more pointed on the phone.

“It’s not a suggestion, Moira,” he’d growled. “This is a directive—from me. I want to hear from someone with MD after his name before I authorize you to head up that work detail. Do not set one foot on that trail before you receive my orders, e-sign them, and e-mail them back to me.”

“But that’s usually a formality—”

“Not this time. No buts. I made you an appointment at the clinic in Bishop that clears some of our crews. They’re open until six. I already lost two rangers this summer in the Pinecrest fire. That was two too many in my book, so get your butt into that clinic.”

Moira had thought she could avoid dealing with the whole mess by leaving the office early yesterday and taking one of the northern passes over the Sierra Nevada Mountains, but John had tracked her down.

Phooey. I ran, but guess I couldn’t hide…

It was downright annoying that her boss needed a doctor to reassure him she wouldn’t collapse or something in the backcountry. For the briefest of moments, she felt like pounding her fist into the nearest tree—then she pulled herself together. Nothing was wrong with her, except her slimy, cheating husband. Sure, she’d lost a few pounds since she’d moved out, but she hadn’t been all that hungry.

Problem was John remembered similar struggles from years ago when she’d first started working as a park ranger. She hadn’t eaten enough then, either, and had gotten far too thin. Just her luck, he’d been overseeing a backcountry work detail when she’d gotten woozy and fallen off one of the mules.

Understanding surfaced. Her boss cared about her. That wasn’t a bad thing. The anger bled out of her with a whoosh.

“May as well get this over with,” she muttered. Moira walked briskly to the clinic, pushed the door open, and went to the counter.

“Yes?” A young woman with dyed red hair looked up from her computer screen with eyes so green she had to be wearing colored contact lenses.

“Moira Shaughnessy. I think you’re expecting me. My boss called from Kings Canyon-Sequoia Park Headquarters.”

The receptionist clicked a few keys. “Your insurance card, please.”

Moira blew out an impatient breath. She dug through her fanny pack for her wallet, extracted the plasticized Blue Cross card, and handed it over. “I’m really in a bit of a hurry—”

“Here’s your card back.” The clerk gestured at the nearly full waiting room. “The doctor will be with you as soon as he can. He had a full schedule before he agreed to work you in.”

“Is it okay if I go outside for a few minutes? I need to lock my truck. I, uh, didn’t think I’d be in here for very long.”

“Sure. So long as we know where to find you.” The phone trilled. The woman picked it up, Moira obviously forgotten. “Family Medicine, how may I help you?”

Moira paced up and down the parking lot. Fall had turned the aspen trees lining Bishop’s streets to shades of red and gold that were really quite striking, but all she could think about were the minutes ticking by. It was twelve miles from the trailhead to the top of the pass, and a couple more to where her trail crew was. Leaving today would be foolhardy at this point. She’d never even make the pass before night fell.

“Damn it!” She glanced at her watch. How long was this going to take anyway?

“Ms. Shaughnessy?” A man’s voice sounded from behind her.

She spun, surprised out of her funk. And stopped dead. “Tim?” Moira stared at the tall, rangy man with long, white-blond hair and ice-blue eyes. He was dressed in teal scrubs and sandals with a stethoscope draped around his neck. A broad grin split the clean planes of his face. She’d forgotten how heartbreakingly beautiful he was.

“I saw the name and hoped it was you.” He held out a hand, but she felt frozen in place. “After all, how many Moira Shaughnessys could there be?”

She just stood there, flabbergasted. What were the odds? She hadn’t seen Tim O’Malley since they’d both graduated from U.C. Davis. When she realized her mouth was hanging open, she shut it with a snap.

“Is that any way to greet an old friend?” One corner of his mouth turned down in an expression she remembered all too well.

“It’s just … I mean I never expected…” She felt warmth rise from the open neck of her buff-colored uniform shirt. Heat suffused her face until she was certain every freckle was outlined in bright, living color.

“Hey, mo ghrá. I know we didn’t split up under the best of circumstances…”

“No shit. And you can skip the beloved part.” A familiar anger stirred, but she batted it aside.

“Moira, I’m sorry. I was sorry then, and I still am.” He sounded so sincere, it tugged at her heartstrings. Part of her wanted to believe him, and part of her was afraid to.

http://www.lsbooks.com/destinys-shadow-p755.php
 

About the Author

 

Short Bio:

 

Ann Gimpel is a clinical psychologist, with a Jungian bent.  Avocations include mountaineering, skiing, wilderness photography and, of course, writing.  A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in a number of webzines and anthologies. Three novels, Psyche’s Prophecy,  Psyche’s Search, and Psyche's Promise are small press publications available in e-format and paperback. A husband, grown children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out her family.

           





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 Thanks for being here, Ann!