I am amazed at how many of you kept in contact with me with well wishes and thoughtfulness while I wasn't even online. I am happy to say that I will be reviewing again - there will be very limited space though and your reviews may be cross-post (which means more exposure for you).
If you are interested in being on my blog, please let me know. Relaunch is January 1, 2019.
Have a wonderful and safe holiday season.
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Saturday, October 13, 2018
Thursday, April 24, 2014
After Much Consideration - Closing Blog, Importing #Reviews
It's been a long few years and I keep missing days. While I read, I don't find it enjoyable any longer to have to write it all up and post, share and promote. I guess I've just gotten lazy in my old age.
I'll be allowing Nyxx's Nook to import all my reviews (or, at the least, any she wishes to have on her blog). No credit is due to me, I'm simply happy that some may still be featured online.
Anything I've spoken to authors about, the features will now be handles by Nyxx. She'll be using most all the ideas I was working on.
I'll leave my email up for about another week or so and then no longer be checking it.
You can find Nyxx's Nook here - http://nyxxsnook.blogspot.com/
Her email is digitalbrimstone@hotmail.com
Thanks so much to everyone that has stuck with me. Happy reading and writing.
I'll be allowing Nyxx's Nook to import all my reviews (or, at the least, any she wishes to have on her blog). No credit is due to me, I'm simply happy that some may still be featured online.
Anything I've spoken to authors about, the features will now be handles by Nyxx. She'll be using most all the ideas I was working on.
I'll leave my email up for about another week or so and then no longer be checking it.
You can find Nyxx's Nook here - http://nyxxsnook.blogspot.com/
Her email is digitalbrimstone@hotmail.com
Thanks so much to everyone that has stuck with me. Happy reading and writing.
Monday, January 13, 2014
The Pygmalion Hypnotist
Blurb/Synopsis
Hypnotist,
Darren Braid, is getting ready to launch a new line of erotic
hypnosis CDs. A potential publicist suggests that he collaborate with
her other clients, wannabe film producer Scott Sunderland and
his discovery Liza Hill. Her plan calls for Darren to hypnotize Liza
and transform her into a dominatrix. Sunderland will film the
transformation and produce a series of BDSM videos.
But
shortly after Darren begins hypnotizing the starlet, repressed
memories of her childhood abduction begin to surface. Investigating
further, he and FBI Agent, Kristen Parker, discover that Liza
had been stolen as a child and sold to a ring of pedophiles. While
they help Liza deal with her trauma and build her self-esteem,
they discover she can identify one of the FBI's most wanted, a sadist
who mentors pedophiles in hidden regions of the internet. The FBI has
never identified this man offline, but finding him is their only hope
of tracing Liza's origin. To find her birth mother, Darren and
Kristen must help Liza control her fear and face the man who tortured
her as a child.
Excerpt
"Braid!" Kristen Parker
pounded on his apartment door. She couldn't hear anything inside, but
it was almost 10 pm. He had to be in there. "Braid, I'm not
going away. Open this door."
After pounding for several minutes,
Kristen finally heard the bolt being drawn. She didn't wait for him
to open the door. As soon as it was unlocked, she pushed her way
inside.
She caught a glimpse Latoya Douglas
standing by the sofa before reeling on the hypnotist. "You
should have told me."
"Told you what?"
"Liza. You should have told me
she's being abused."
"I didn't see anyone abuse her,
did you?"
"No, of course not. But he is, and
you know it. Or you wouldn't have told me to watch her. Sunderland
has got her so messed up, she afraid to even form an opinion, let
alone express one."
"Maybe, but her problems could
just as well be the result of past abuse. Unless we see it, or she
complains, there's no way to know for sure.
Kristen gaped at him until she
remembered that he had been a psychology professor as well as a
hypnotist. He might actually know what he was talking about.
Kristen fumed as she turned away. But
Latoya's presence brought her up short. The slender black woman
wasn't moving. She stood completely still. She wore high heals and a
black lace corset, which left her shoulders complete bare. The lace
was cut high over her thighs, and dipped low in front of her breasts.
Hypnotized and frozen, Latoya was a statue of elegant sensuality.
Kristen had experimented a bit with
other women, but always preferred men. She had the sudden feeling
that Latoya Douglas could change that. She swallowed hard as she tore
her eyes away.
"We have to do something."
"Tell me what happened. First, do
you want something to drink?"
Kristen nodded. "Beer, if you have
it." She sat down on the sofa and tried to avoid looking at the
sexy statue two feet away.
Darren went to the kitchen and came out
with an open bottle of beer. Kristen took a large swig then related
her experience with the starlet.
"I was afraid of that. Her
self-esteem is so badly damaged that she's afraid to make even small
decisions. It makes her totally dependent on Sunderland."
"We have to get her out of there."
"If you take her away from him
now, she'll become dependent on you. She has to decide to leave. And
before she can do that, she has to learn to make decisions and trust
them.
"What can we do?"
"Exactly what we are doing. I'm
hypnotizing her, and you're being her friend. Together, we encourage
her to start eating properly and taking care of her health. Then we
encourage her to start observing and thinking analytically. It's
important to get her to start exercising her own judgement; and then
to start trusting her judgement. Start with other actors, then her
own acting, then other aspects of her life.
"Eventually, hopefully, she'll be
able to see that she can make her life better by relying on her own
judgement."
Kristen eyed Latoya's frozen body.
"Like your uh, boy-toy here."
"Believe it or not, Latoya is one
of the most confident and capable women I've ever met. Her self
confidence lets her enjoy being controlled in the bedroom, and taking
control in the boardroom."
Darren got a mischievous gleam in his
eye. "Her self confidence even enables us to enjoy an occasional
threesome." He was obviously teasing. But seeing this stunning
black woman like this, completely vulnerable, completely available,
Kristen felt tempted; too tempted.
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Bio
Before
writing my first novel, I worked as a technical writer for 17 years.
I hold a BS in Engineering and an MS in Technical Communication.
Since
2000, I've been pioneering the art of hyperempiria (creating sensory
experience through hypnotic suggestion.) This is accomplished by
integrating hypnotic language patterns, positive affirmations and NLP
into the narrative of an audio story. One of my hypnosis programs,
The Ultimate Kiss,
was nominated for an "O" Award for Outstanding Innovation.
The
Pygmalion Hypnotist is my
second novel.
Illicit Relations by Lucy Felthouse
Illicit Relations by Lucy Felthouse
Terry’s had a crush on his second
cousin Justin for what seems like forever. He’s hidden it as well
as possible, knowing that the other man is out of bounds, forbidden
fruit. Second cousins getting together isn’t actually illegal, but
for Justin the relationship is too close—he just can’t
contemplate them being together.
But when some new information comes to
light about Terry’s birth and his place in the family, the whole
game changes. Suddenly the relationship isn’t so impossible, and
things soon begin to get hot and heavy.
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*****
Excerpt:
Terry deliberately averted his gaze as
Justin tugged off his T-shirt and dove into the pool. The last thing
he needed was to see him topless. His libido was already in overdrive
and he was having trouble not jumping Justin’s bones. In fact, the
only thing that held him back was the fact that Justin was his second
cousin. They hadn’t been brought up particularly closely, so it
wasn’t as if he were lusting after someone he considered to be a
brother, but still. They were related and it was weird. Or it would
be weird if anything happened between them, which it wouldn’t, of
course. It would be wrong and they both knew it.
Terry assumed that was the reason
Justin was avoiding him, anyway. They got on well and there was an
obvious spark between them, but nothing inappropriate had ever taken
place. For the most part, they acted as cousins should. Every now and
again, though, he’d catch Justin looking at him. Equally, Terry
would drink his fill of his cousin when no one else was looking.
Apparently it was getting increasingly difficult for Justin, too.
Right now, at the annual summer get
together at Terry’s grandparents’ massive house in rural
Warwickshire, the tension between them had never been higher.
What made the whole thing ten times
worse was that neither of them had come out. So ending up together
would be a double whammy for their families. He could see it now.
Hey, everyone! I’m gay—and so is he. We’re together. Now as you
were.
He didn’t know whether the reaction
would be favorable or not.
He also knew that part of his
frustration about the situation was because he hadn’t yet seen any
point in coming out. His feelings for Justin ran deeper than he cared
to admit, and for that reason he hadn’t been in a relationship with
anyone—ever. Not a homosexual relationship, anyway. He’d had
girlfriends back in the days when he hadn’t realized what his urges
meant, but since then he’d been by himself and remained a virgin.
He was surprised, actually, that no one in his family had asked
whether he was gay. He could only assume that because he was so
private generally, they thought he would only introduce them to
someone when he felt it was absolutely right. That was his plan, in
fact. To come out and introduce his partner at the same time. But
until he got over this damn infatuation with Justin, he was never
going to be any farther forward.
His thoughts ran on for several minutes
until he was interrupted—and startled—by droplets of cold water
falling onto his bare shoulder. He turned. Justin stood there,
shaking his blond head and sending the droplets flying around.
Apparently he wasn’t avoiding Terry anymore.
It was hot and he was wearing casual
clothes, so Terry wasn’t bothered about getting wet, but for some
reason, he snapped at Justin. “For fuck’s sake, do you have to do
that here?”
Immediately Justin stopped and stared
at him. They’d never had a cross word between them, not even when
they were children. “Sorry, mate. I was just messing around. I
didn’t think it would piss you off.”
His blue eyes were wide and Terry felt
his irritation dissipating rapidly. He continued to rake his gaze
down Justin’s half-naked form. His broad shoulders and wide chest,
which was sprinkled with a handful of pale hairs. His toned stomach,
the six-pack nicely defined but not too body-builderish. His arms
were thickly muscled but suited his athletic frame. Deep-blue
swimming trunks hid the area he most wanted to see but he relied on
the glimpses he’d had over the years and his overripe imagination.
Thick thighs and calves and,
unbelievably, nice feet—he didn’t generally like feet—finished
off the package of perfection and Terry was suddenly extremely glad
he had a book in his lap, because his cock was beginning to swell and
press against the inside of his swimming shorts. He realized that a
dip in the pool would be a pretty good antidote—the chilly water
should take the heat from his cock. And if not, at least no one would
be able to see the bulge unless they swam underwater.
It was stupid, really, trying to hide
his erection from Justin. They both knew there was something between
them, and he wanted to bury his hard cock inside Justin’s mouth or
arse, not hide it beneath a fucking book.
He began to wonder whether they should
just get together, and to hell with the consequences. It wasn’t
illegal.
Justin sat down on the sun bed next to
Terry and flashed him a smile. “Am I forgiven, then? I haven’t
got your book wet, have I?” He reached out to grab the book,
presumably to try to dry it, but Terry slammed his hand down quickly,
catching Justin’s fingers beneath his in the process, not to
mention giving his cock a bit of a smack.
“No,” he ground out, wondering how
he’d managed to get even a single word to fall from his lips. As
soon as their fingers had touched he’d felt a spark that had run
straight up his arm and multiplied throughout his entire body. His
ebbing erection had immediately jumped back to attention, lifting the
book slightly. He hoped against all hope that Justin hadn’t noticed
but he had no such luck.
The blond’s gaze dropped to their
still-touching fingers and, presumably, to the book and the thing
beneath it that had caused the movement. He stared for a few seconds
that felt like hours, then looked back up at Terry’s face. He
opened his mouth then closed it again. For the first time ever, it
seemed Justin was speechless.
A huge splash and a series of laughs
from the pool broke the spell between them. Justin snatched his hand
back and raked it through his hair. He opened and closed his mouth
again, but for the second time nothing came out. He let out a heavy
sigh and stood up looking dazed. He appeared to have trouble putting
one foot in front of the other, as though he were drunk or had just
woken from a very deep sleep. Of course, only the two of them knew
the real reason for Justin’s behavior.
Finally Justin got his limbs to
cooperate, and he made his way across to the table that held food and
drinks, sheltered from the bright sunlight by a large, green gazebo.
Terry watched him go, a tumult of
emotions running through his brain. Disappointment, confusion, anger,
lust…they all assaulted him, though admittedly the last was
screaming the loudest, a fact certainly not helped by Justin’s damp
and topless state.
Now a feeling of despair took hold of
him. What the fuck was he going to do?
*****
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman!
She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and
pairings, and has over eighty publications to her name, with many
more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage
Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014.
Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and
co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small
publishing house. She owns Erotica
For All, and is book editor for Cliterati.
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