Thursday, 31 December 2015
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Thursday Tasters - Pandora 46
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“Are you trying to make me dally here?” he asked.
She sighed. “No, but I have to cast a spell on my skirts. I think I can do it while we ride.”
Men on the street were staring at them until Russel glared in their direction. “Let's get out of her,” he grumbled, mounting Thunder much more smoothly than Pandora.
“Louisa,” she murmured, ashamed that she'd forgotten the woman so quickly. It was a problem with a dizzy-making husband.
“There.” He pointed and started Thunder walking in that direction. Daisy needed no instruction, following instinctively. Pandora smiled in joy and relief. She could check on mother and son. It seemed Russel had chosen a horse that was docile for a new rider like herself. That might make her an inferior familiar, though.
Louisa waved from the fence, Gareth tucked in her arm. “Safe trip!” she called. Her husband was quick to push back into the house and Pandora was reminded that Louisa was subject to his whims. She didn't have the rebellious streak or the power to back it up like Pandora did. As she felt pity for Louisa, she was forced to acknowledge that her resistance, her rebellion, had waned, despite still having the power to contradict Russel. She didn't have the drive for it any longer. She had become exactly what her mother and Tabitha had tried to prevent.
She should be livid with Russel, hate him and everything he stood for, but she couldn't. It wasn't love, not yet, but she needed him, needed to be with him. They were no longer separable. Did he know that? Other husbands would leave their wives to work, to travel. Unless she was mistaken, Russel would be compelled to take her with him, keep her close. They were each slave to the other, and that appeased the independent spirit that had dimmed recently.
Pandora blew a kiss to Louisa and Gareth, though neither could see it. She watched the house until the path turned away.
The skirts. It was a spell she was accomplished at and using it to split her skirts rather than shorten them was a minor adaptation. Before noon, fabric fell down either side of Daisy and Pandora gobbled up her bread.
“Are you trying to make me dally here?” he asked.
She sighed. “No, but I have to cast a spell on my skirts. I think I can do it while we ride.”
Men on the street were staring at them until Russel glared in their direction. “Let's get out of her,” he grumbled, mounting Thunder much more smoothly than Pandora.
“Louisa,” she murmured, ashamed that she'd forgotten the woman so quickly. It was a problem with a dizzy-making husband.
“There.” He pointed and started Thunder walking in that direction. Daisy needed no instruction, following instinctively. Pandora smiled in joy and relief. She could check on mother and son. It seemed Russel had chosen a horse that was docile for a new rider like herself. That might make her an inferior familiar, though.
Louisa waved from the fence, Gareth tucked in her arm. “Safe trip!” she called. Her husband was quick to push back into the house and Pandora was reminded that Louisa was subject to his whims. She didn't have the rebellious streak or the power to back it up like Pandora did. As she felt pity for Louisa, she was forced to acknowledge that her resistance, her rebellion, had waned, despite still having the power to contradict Russel. She didn't have the drive for it any longer. She had become exactly what her mother and Tabitha had tried to prevent.
She should be livid with Russel, hate him and everything he stood for, but she couldn't. It wasn't love, not yet, but she needed him, needed to be with him. They were no longer separable. Did he know that? Other husbands would leave their wives to work, to travel. Unless she was mistaken, Russel would be compelled to take her with him, keep her close. They were each slave to the other, and that appeased the independent spirit that had dimmed recently.Pandora blew a kiss to Louisa and Gareth, though neither could see it. She watched the house until the path turned away.
The skirts. It was a spell she was accomplished at and using it to split her skirts rather than shorten them was a minor adaptation. Before noon, fabric fell down either side of Daisy and Pandora gobbled up her bread.
Saturday, 26 December 2015
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At First Sight (Book One of Kitsune's Raven) by Phoenix Johnson
When Kitsune returns home for a fireworks festival, she doesn't expect to run into Karasu, a handsome young man with a smile that melts her heart and dampens her panties. Their attraction is instant, their love bright and hot.When she discovers he's from an enemy clan, and a Raven shifter, she fights her instincts and the clan laws to be with the one she loves.
Will their love be the balm to heal the rift between the two clans? Or will it spark an all-out war?
The Claiming by Lashell Collins
Xander Salvador knows he's destined to be Alpha of the Woods Canyon Pack. He’s felt it in his soul his entire life, even through the taunting and ridicule he’s suffered over the disgrace of how his parents died. But the Claiming is drawing near. The ancient, and some say barbaric practice, where the strong and worthy males battle for the right to be Big Dog often ends in death. And in order to join the battle and step into his destiny, Xander must first claim the heart of his chosen mate, Antonia Montgomery.
Toni doesn’t have time for love. She’s driven to take the reins of her ailing father’s company and prove that she can keep it on top. Her eccentric aunt’s tales of werewolves and bizarre mating rituals have no bearing on her life. Until she’s bitten by a wolf one night and her safe, structured world begins to spiral out of control. Now, strange things are happening to her body. And the mysterious, sexy man who always seems to be watching has her wondering if her aunt’s wild tales could be true.
Savage by Kim Faulks
The transition from woman to wolf is a right of passage, one hidden in secrecy and terrified whispers of those females left behind. Not all who transition live to warn the others, and so the female population in the packs dwindle. Trapped by the call of the moon and her own body’s yearning to mate,Mia does the only thing she knows—run. Can she survive when her scent sends the males in her pack into a frenzy? Or will two unlikely Alphas show her that both pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin?
My steps speared through sunken holes, jarring my ankles and knees. I slid backward more distance than I gained as I raced for the peak. A howl ripped through the air. The faint sound brought tears to my eyes.
Not a dog.
A wolf.
Love Like Wings by Amy Lee Burgess
Dragon shifter Sebastian knows the value of things but no one can put a price on Alexa, the woman he knows is his mate. He has three days to convince her they belong together or he will lose her forever. Can he overcome Alexa’s pride in time?
Claiming His Mate by Bethany Shaw
Erik hasn't stopped thinking about Lexi since he was forced to leave town three years ago. When he returns, he is devastated to learn that Lexi has moved on. It’s for the best. Wolves don’t mate with humans. But there is something about Lexi that keeps drawing him in. Will he be able to claim her for his own?Or has he lost his chance for good?
Complication by Elle Thorne
Bootilicious Laken Araya has to serve as a judge in the equivalent of a shifter Supreme Court. No problem right? Until the one presenting the case is a one-night stand she never should have had.
Polar bear shifter Malachi—Ky—Romanoff is in a hell of a position. He’s representing the petitioner in front of a woman who was butt-naked in a reverse cow-girl the last time he saw her. He couldn’t even find the memorable woman because they’d never exchanged names. And now he can’t talk to her outside the confines of the case.
When the Snow Flies by Kiki Howell
On a spiritual journey to heal after a tragic accident, Anna thought the worst that could happen while walking in a labyrinth was to be taken by a stranger. A human stranger. Little did she know her meditation would capture the attention of dragons.
Unbroken by Fiona Steele
A woman who belongs to another. . .
All her life Emma Pearce only wanted one thing—to live amongst the magnificent winged steeds known as the Pegasi — even if it means accepting a ring from a man she’ll never love. When a storm sinks their ship and tosses her ashore on a remote island, she finds herself torn between two men, both dark strangers who’ve been battling for centuries.
A wounded king. . .
Davian Belmarric, once king of the free Pegasi, allowed himself to be imprisoned on a remote island with his mortal enemy, the leader of the serpent shifters, the Belleros. Despite torment by his foe, he takes refuge in the knowledge that his sacrifice saved the Pegasi from extinction. But when a shipwrecked young woman brings news of the greater world, he discovers his sacrifice might have been in vain . . .
A battle for her heart
Davian never cared about escaping the island or even surviving—until Emma’s arrival awakens in him a savage need. When his enemy suggests a contest to end their conflict and decide who will leave and who will stay, Davian fears his need to win will cost Emma her life.
Not Your Bitch by Angelica Dawson
Zoe doesn’t like being Elliot’s bitch, but doesn’t think she can do better. Linc is bound to prove her wrong, by making her his bitch, his mate.
Zoe's eyes drooped sleepily. “You're just saying that.”
His glow went out like a snuffed candle. “You are,” he insisted.
“Yeah, really sexy,” she said with unveiled sarcasm, patting at the ring of flesh around her middle.
Linc ran his fingers down her side, over her belly, under her breasts, and over her breasts. He imagined drawing on her skin, shading all the curves to give them depth.
“I am just saying it,” he said at last and her eyes went wide in his peripheral vision. He continued to follow his finger, dark, on her pale marble skin. “I'm saying it without promises, without strings, without my own reasons. Just saying it.”
Ngyong's Tiger by Melissa Bell
Ngyong is a secret part of Japanese Folk Law - He is the last of his line,and his family's tales of the 'Legend of the Fox' will die along with him. He is resolved in his decision to never take a mate.
Savannah is Ngyong's new neighbor, she's beautiful, curvy in all the right places and she likes what she sees on the other side of the fence. She has her own secrets, ones that could get them both killed.
It's impossible to outrun your fate, especially when it's all claws and Legend.
(Five Brothers Series Spin-Off)
Changeling's Revenge by DJ Shaw
Peyton Milne had grown up feeling like she was different from everyone else. She’d always been able to do things, sense things, others couldn’t. When she turned twenty, her mother told her something every person fears; she wasn’t a Milne and never had been. She wasn’t even human. She was Fae; a Changeling – the only good news, a unique type since she’d survived to adulthood.Now Peyton is on a mission to find her Fae family and find out why she was left out in the human world to die. And for that she was going to need some help. Enter Basil, a shifter with a chip on his shoulder and banishment under his belt.With this kind of fire-power backing her, she hoped her family had a really good answer to her question.
The men looked at her, making her feel overexposed, “Yeah, hi. While I’m sure you boys would like nothing better than to beat the shit out of each other, Basil here and I were just leaving so that we could discuss some important, and rather delicate, business in private. Besides that, I happen to like this establishment and would prefer not to frighten the owners and patrons. How about we take this outside?”
Thursday, 24 December 2015
Kinky New Year's Blog Hop - Blue Moon House Gentleman giveaway! #erotica #bdsm #vampire
Harrold lives an empty life. He has no joy in his marriage, no love of his work. His only reprieve is found at the hands of the whores, the ones he pays to beat and debase him. Upon being accepted into Blue Moon House, he learns the real cost for his desires, and what underlying need is really aching to be filled.
Could you be an equal and a subordinate at the same time?
How long would you hold out if you knew what you wanted would be paid for in blood?
Kick off 2016 with a visit to Blue Moon House, where the vampires will keep you warm, especially your bottom. Let me know what your fantasy for the New Year is. To spark your imagination, here's an excerpt from Gentleman.
“Hmm.” Her eyes took him in slowly. “I think you should remove your shirt.”
Harrold readily obeyed, peeling away his jacket and shirt.
“Sit here,” she directed, pointing to the floor between her knees. She leaned him forward and began tracing his back. “How did you come by these?”
“Belt buckles and careless whores.”
“Did you reprimand them?” she asked, working her way lower.
He chuckled. “Actually, I told them to beat me harder.”
“Why?”
The situation seemed odd to Harrold. He was between her knees. If he faced the other way his nose would be in her sex, but instead she asked him questions.
“I don't know. It felt...better when I bled. The madams were quick to punish the girls if they found out.”
“Did they?”
“When I couldn't avoid it.”
“Do you want more?” Opening the doors of the wardrobe, she dug around inside and came out with a whip. It was as long as she was tall, made of fine braided leather. The end was knotted with several straps flaring out. Harrold stiffened when he saw it, scrambling to his feet to stand nearer.
His chest rose and fell. His desire, he hoped, was clear on his face. Lynn turned slightly and cracked the whip. He almost erupted in his pants. Fighting with belt and fly, he rushed to get out of them.
Lynn stopped him with a hand on his wrist. As he had been before, he was impressed at her strength.
“Does your strength come with the blood?” he asked, curious, but afraid.
“Do you care? As long as I use it on this.” She cracked the whip again, harder and faster than the first time. “I want you uncomfortable, Harrold,” she said, stepping close enough to kiss. Her hand released his wrist so she could palm his erection through his trousers. “I want you to make a mess of your fine clothes. What do you say?”
Grinning, he found precisely the right word, “Black.”
Lynn tossed her head back to laugh. Continuing to hold him, she walked him to the bed, one of the foot posts. “Hold onto that,” she told him, stepping back. He wrapped both hands around the brass knob capping the short post.
There was no warning before the assault began. Each shoulder was lashed quickly. Lynn paused and Harry drew a breath against the fire kindled in his skin. The sting had just dulled and he was about to say black when another lash came, a heartbeat later, a second. Then she paused again. She was perfect. Closer together and he would scream and beg her to stop. A longer pause and he would lose the high he rode upon. He lost count of the lashes, but she warned him when she stopped.
“I need a break, Harrold. I...I promised not to bite, but your blood...”
He could feel it in a few places, slow drips rolling down his skin.
“Drink it,” he insisted. He'd paid for his pleasure in blood, so why shouldn't she take her payment? Besides, she wouldn't be biting him, drinking from him, only lapping what he shed. He held more tightly to the post against his anxiety. He was still afraid.
Lynn didn't hesitate. Her hands wrapped around him, over his belly and chest, stroking. Her tongue left him shivering as it tickled.
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Thursday Tasters - Pandora 45
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The broad grin that brought to his face was more than worth the teasing.
Pandora woke when her bottom hit the floor.
“What?” she cried rubbing her bruised him. Russel, fully dressed, towered over her.
“Time to go. Dress quickly or ride in your skin.” He turned from her. “I'm saddling the new mare.”
“Daisy,” Pandora corrected him. With a thread of magic, she loosened his belt, making his pants fall around his ankles. She pulled her dress over her head to avoid looking at him and laughing. The act would lose impact if she did that. As it was, he must have blamed himself because he said nothing and was gone when she tied her stockings to her garter.
Downstairs, she found Thunder nudging Russel's arm, the one holding Daisy's reins.
Pandora yawned and made a show of stretching.
“What do you have for my breakfast?” she asked.
Russel snorted and pulled a rag from his pocket. Fresh bread, still warm and moist tumbled out into her hands.
She couldn't resist the urge to needle him. “This is it? Where are the eggs? The sausage?”
“If you'd risen when I tried to wake you, you would have had them with me.”
“Blaming me for being tired after all you did last night, seems to me a way of blaming yourself.”
The broad grin that brought to his face was more than worth the teasing.
“On your horse, woman, before I do as much or more again.”
Pandora's stomach fluttered at that thought and the lascivious gaze that accompanied it.
She hiked her skirt to mount and clicked her tongue in frustration. Some time in the night, her spell dividing the skirt for riding had come undone. It would take time to recast it, but Russel obviously had no patience this morning.
He offered his hands and she set her foot in them, swinging the other over Daisy's broad back. Russel quirked an eyebrow and ran a finger along the top of her stocking, inside her thigh.
“Are you trying to make me dally here?” he asked.
Thursday, 17 December 2015
Thursday Tasters - Pandora 44
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Russel let her doze until he had her naked. Then he gripped her wrists, holding them over her head while he bit at her nipple.
“What? Ow! Oh.” The pain was forgotten as her breast became more sensitive. Her thighs seemed to rub one another of their own accord.
“You aren't allowed to sleep yet, Pandora.” His hold and his implication couldn't prevent the great yawn that cracked her jaw. Russel didn't let that stop him, running his nose up her underarm. He continued to hold her wrists in one hand while the free one slid between her thighs, rubbing what they could not.
He knees fell open to hime. He'd only started to earn her respect or trust, be he'd claimed her lust weeks ago. She knew she should hate him for what he'd done to her friends, and she would never forget it, but increasingly, she had trouble imaging her life without him. As they became one body again, she surrendered to him a little more of her strength, her will power, her magic.
She couldn't keep her eyes open when he tried to get another rise out of her and she brought up her knee to push him away. “You got what you needed. Now let me sleep,” she whined.
“Oh, poor princess, has to come again for her husband.”
“No,” she complained, rolling away. “Please, I'm so tried. You'll have enough trouble waking me in the morning as it is.”
He pulled her around and put his head between her knees. “I think I have a way to rouse you.”
She had not had any luck denying his tongue before and she couldn't now. “Please,” she begged. “I'm exhausted.”
He grumbled but shifted up enough to rest his head on her belly. She sighed in relief and comber her fingers through his full brown hair.
“Thank you.”
He kissed her belly. “Do you think there's a baby in here?”
That did the impossible. She jolted awake. Of course, it was possible, but it hadn't occurred to her. If she smoothed her breathing and concentrated, she would be able to sense a baby. Unfortunately, she fell asleep before she managed.
Russel let her doze until he had her naked. Then he gripped her wrists, holding them over her head while he bit at her nipple.
“What? Ow! Oh.” The pain was forgotten as her breast became more sensitive. Her thighs seemed to rub one another of their own accord.
“You aren't allowed to sleep yet, Pandora.” His hold and his implication couldn't prevent the great yawn that cracked her jaw. Russel didn't let that stop him, running his nose up her underarm. He continued to hold her wrists in one hand while the free one slid between her thighs, rubbing what they could not.He knees fell open to hime. He'd only started to earn her respect or trust, be he'd claimed her lust weeks ago. She knew she should hate him for what he'd done to her friends, and she would never forget it, but increasingly, she had trouble imaging her life without him. As they became one body again, she surrendered to him a little more of her strength, her will power, her magic.
She couldn't keep her eyes open when he tried to get another rise out of her and she brought up her knee to push him away. “You got what you needed. Now let me sleep,” she whined.
“Oh, poor princess, has to come again for her husband.”
“No,” she complained, rolling away. “Please, I'm so tried. You'll have enough trouble waking me in the morning as it is.”
He pulled her around and put his head between her knees. “I think I have a way to rouse you.”
She had not had any luck denying his tongue before and she couldn't now. “Please,” she begged. “I'm exhausted.”
He grumbled but shifted up enough to rest his head on her belly. She sighed in relief and comber her fingers through his full brown hair.
“Thank you.”
He kissed her belly. “Do you think there's a baby in here?”
That did the impossible. She jolted awake. Of course, it was possible, but it hadn't occurred to her. If she smoothed her breathing and concentrated, she would be able to sense a baby. Unfortunately, she fell asleep before she managed.
Sunday, 13 December 2015
Cheerleaders in Heat ~ Blog Tour and Promotion/Giveaway @SexyMuffyWilson @LaurenceChrissy
Cheerleaders in Heat
by
Muffy Wilson and Chrissy Laurence
@SexyMuffyWilson @LaurenceChrissy
WARNING:
ELECTRIFYING ORGASMS!!!
NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART
Miami Rattlers Cheerleader Cherie Redd is exquisitely beautiful, athletic, and very, very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do with guys' fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just didn't have what it takes to win someone like Cherie.
Titillatingly sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Cherie and her other cheerleading friends often spent their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.
Frustrated by too many quiet nights at home or with other cheerleaders, Cherie was oh-so-eager for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew enough to warn her about.
Follow Cherie and her friends as their sexual scoreboards light up brighter than in any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot ménage sex, perversion and degradation.
Or does it?
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Even his muscles have muscles for The Girls |
An Insatiable Appetite for the Explicit *HOT* Edge
Once in awhile, a book comes along that really captures your imagination.
This book does that.
It begins as a charming “anything goes” chronicle of Cherie, and her cheerleader friend’s,
journey beginning with Internet dating on the wild-side of South Miami nightlife.
Timely situational circumstances hold a mirror on the breath of today’s edgy living, sensation-seeking society reflecting a degradational descent into drugs, alcohol, BDSM, casual sex, and sexual perversions.
This book was hard to put down. The pace was a roller-coaster ride of surprising
twists and turns—some funny, some not, all thought provoking—all totally absorbing.
However, the underlying story is one of love:
wanting it, losing it, looking for it, finding it, and underestimating the power of love.
Outstanding, entertaining read! Wilson and Laurence nailed this one!
You will not see the end coming…..
~ PA Jiuditta
As the evening darkened into night, the lights of Miracle Mile slowly came on, one-by-one, to welcome the late comers to the Strip. They were clearly interested in one another, their eyes locked in a magnetic embrace. Her emerald eyes lost their golden flecked luster to a dark, nighttime desire, matching Juan’s. Their hands touched often, fingertips communicating the messages lovers speak that only they can hear. Cherie, thinking the better of the two with the most to lose, excused herself to the ladies room.
There was a fiery feeling building up a steam that needed expression and release. In the restroom stall, Cherie raised her dress and put her hand up her thigh. She moved her red thong out to the side as she searched for her honey spot, now wet and eager. She knew this would not take long; so much emotion had burned through her already tonight. Her head relaxed to the wall and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about Juan holding his cigar and the size of his hands. God, but he was handsome, tall and virile. She wondered about his cock. Was he circumcised or did he have a turtleneck sweater? She smiled and released a slight giggle. Was he long, thin, short, thick, wide and flat, bushy or trimmed? How did he smell: like a warm musky forest after a light rain or like boot leather? Did he like briefs or boxers? Oh, God, maybe a thong… Oh God, oh God, maybe he was wearing a thong now, or nothing! She could feel the earlier tension redirecting energy to her clit as she became more and more aroused at the thought of Juan’s cock. She was adept at fingering herself and she wasted no energy now. She began to moan and move with the rhythm of her hand and fingers. She released her neck muscles and her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder. She could feel it all over now, everywhere. She was electrified, getting wetter with each stroke. Damn, she wished she had her finger vibrator, but she only carried it when she travelled. She would have to rethink that strategy another time.
She moaned, gyrated, clinched and quivered. She moved in harmony with her passion, with the ebb and flow of her pulse. Her eyes closed floating in the image of Juan, and then she raised her foot to the seat in the stall. She spread her legs giving her hand full open access: oh, what a vision she must have been. She was hot, looked sublime, and coming soon in her red silk undies. Her thong and garter belt pushed aside, she tormented her clit and pussy. Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel better and gave her an emotional edge. She pretended Juan was looking at her now in the same way.
She began to come in her hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her red-tipped thumb found the pink pearl of her existence. She worked herself into frenzied hot passion as she imagined Juan kissing her, holding her breasts, pinching her nipples, bending to suck her aureole and bite her nipples. Her hardened nipples stretched and made an appearance under her tight fully
fitted dress. God! Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came. She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles. She felt like a new woman: a woman that knew she should be headed home before her quality time with the man at hand, Juan, turned into quality debauchery.
Cherie emerged from the ladies’ room looking like a redheaded goddess, to Juan’s eye. It was a wonder to him what women could do to themselves in a few short minutes to freshen up. Begging the late hour and an early call tomorrow, Cherie left after the next glass of wine and a penetrating kiss promised more to come.
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Chrissy Laurence is the cousin of Best Selling mystery writer C.K.Laurence. Chrissy has always wanted to write, but until her dear friend Muffy encouraged her to do so, she kept the manuscript she had started tucked away without moving forward.
Thrilled with the opportunity to collaborate, she forwarded her manuscript to Muffy. It turned out that the two women were a perfect team and the result of Chrissy and Muffy's work is CHEERLEADERS IN HEAT...
Yours to read and enjoy—thoroughly!
Yours to read and enjoy—thoroughly!
Muffy Wilson ~
Muffy, author of erotic, romantic novels and stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California at Davis and majored in Business Management. She entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic one hundred year old tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold.They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest writing sexy stories and sensual literotica. ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.
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