Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Tasty Tuesday Treats from Teeka


Cucumber Sandwiches

Cucumber Sandwiches
Ingredients
    2 thin slicing cucumbers, peeled, sliced paper thin
    1/2 tsp. salt
    2 Tbsp. herb or wine vinegar
    1 cup butter or margarine, softened
    1/8 cup minced fresh tarragon
    1/4 cup minced fresh chervil
    30 thin slices whole-wheat or homemade white bread slices
Methods/steps
Put cucumber slices into a bowl. Toss with salt. Sprinkle with vinegar. Toss and allow to stand 1 hour. Drain well in a colander. Blend butter, tarragon and chervil together. Lay out your slices of bread and butter 1 side of each bread slice. Cover 15 slices with cucumbers, dividing evenly. Close sandwiches and trim crusts.
Cut into rectangles with a sharp knife. Serve.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Once Upon a Demon

My very first story for Changeling Press was about a demon. Seriously. It's called The Magic Touch, and it's about a witch named Trinity and her very own demon.

So, I was tickled at the chance to write another demon story when the demon at the door flash challenge came along. These days it's a shared universe called Soul Debt, and my contribution is called Opportunity Knocks.

Here's the official blurb!

Jordie owes all of his success in the music business to a deal he made years ago. Now the time has come to pay part of his debt, and the beautiful male demon who shows up at his door seems just the guy to collect. Mal is not just your average debt collector, though. He has secrets of his own, which he'll be happy to share, if only rock star Jordie can believe in him.

It was such a joy to work on a story like this. I love musicians, and I got to explore the songwriting process a little. I also got to play the horny demon angle, which is always a hoot. I write a lot of shifters, so demons give me more magic to work with, more spontaneity.

Here's an excerpt not on the cart anywhere! NOT safe for work

Please.” He hated begging, but that was exactly what he was already doing. It had taken, what, three seconds to get there?

Mal’s laughter was at least more husky than mocking, and the fingers around his cock felt perfect. They rocked together for a moment, just jonesing on the touching. It would get way more intense and he knew it.

“Quit anticipating. Just let it happen.”

Like he could do that. Still, that touch was so fine, so good, and he arched into it, asking for more. His breath started to come hard and fast. Jordie shook, a song beginning to blossom in the base of his skull. Thank -- well, not God. No, this was demon born, but he didn’t care. He had to be able to make music. Had to. It was the biggest thing in the universe, more necessary than breathing.

“Better, huh?” Mal breathed against his ear, so hot, like fire.

“Better,” Jordie agreed, pressing back, demanding more. The magic swirled around them. It was crazy, how this worked, how fucking sexy this was.

Those hot demon’s hands slid over his skin, stroking, stoking the fire. His clothes fell away, almost scorched as they fluttered to the ground. Jordie let his skin rub Mal’s, feeling like he might go up in flames. Fuck, he knew he’d been hot for it before, but this... This was fiery.

“See? All you have to do is let go, baby.”

Jordie shivered when Mal called him baby, the fantasy really going strong. His balls felt tight, his belly aching with a harsh, undeniable need. Mal was so thick against him, so hard, and Jordie moaned, knowing it would take everything he had to take that demon cock.

“You’ll stretch for me, baby. I know it,” Mal said.

“I will.” Panting, Jordie pushed back, feeling like the biggest slut, but he couldn’t stand to lose the thread of the new song. There was a hook coming, a melody, and he needed the rush. Now.

Mal bit him, right on the join of neck and shoulder, those teeth too damned sharp to be human. He cried out, toes curling, and the song exploded in the base of his brain. He barely felt his come sliding from his cock. He felt it when Mal slid a finger inside him, though, not letting him get soft for a moment.

“Sweet,” Mal murmured. “Tight.”

One finger became two, became three, and he was going to scream with it. “Full,” Jordie countered, his hole stretching impossibly. Mal was huge, though, so he was glad for the extra prep.

“You have no idea.” That fat cock started pushing into him, spreading him, stretching him.

“Mal! Oh, please.” He pushed back, bearing down, the burn fucking perfect enough to steal his breath. The feel of that thick cock pressing him open made him pant harder, made his cock start to pulse with his blood one more time.

Sharp nails pinched his nipple, scratched down his belly, and Jordie twisted. God, he could hear that song, and it was gonna be a rocker, fucking sexy, the beat driving the melody right into the top forty. Mal was going to be an amazing font of music, he could tell.

Those long fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezed, and Jordie went up on tiptoes, his cock so hard it was like he’d never come. Damn. Damn, he’d never wanted this badly before. He hummed, the music too big to contain.

Give it a try! You can buy it here!

XXOO

Julia

www.juliatalbot.com

Saturday, June 15, 2013

The Saturday Book Diver Interviews Jack Brannard from Terms of Payment by Sarah Barimen

Good morning! Welcome to the Saturday Book Diver!

Today we’re talking to Jack Brannard, demon in training. The book diver magic has whisked me to Jack’s office on the top floor of a skyscraper. The large windows offer a breathtaking view of the city, but the demon before me is even more pleasing to the eye.

Seated in a leather chair behind his mahogany desk, Jack studies me with gorgeous brown eyes that seem to glow with a strange inner light. He’s quite handsome with cropped brown hair, cheekbones a model would envy and a lithe, slender body accentuated by his custom made suite.

Despite my host’s charming expression and stunning good looks, I’m on my proverbial toes. I’ve been warned that Jack is out to collect souls and if I’m not careful, even the book diver magic won’t be able to save me.

SBD: Jack, thank you for taking the time to talk to me. I know you have a tight schedule, so I’ll get right down to business. Why did you make a deal with the devil?

Jack: I wasn’t using my soul. Hardly anyone in the City does. I’m sure you understand how that happens, what with all the hustling to get ahead. I saw a chance to fly high and far. Of course I took it.” He smiles secretively. “I didn’t understand how the payments were going to be taken, but I’ve never regretted a moment. Not once.” He chuckles and waggles his eyebrows. “Well maybe the first time. But I got over it.”

SBD: How many souls must you collect to pay your debt?

Jack: I fear you’ve misunderstood how it works. My debt is already paid in full, taken in a series of small payments until it was gone. Now I’m employed as a collector. I take from those whose debt is not paid up.

SBD:  I understand that a demon named Darius was the collector assigned to you. Tell us about him.

Jack: Mmmn. Oh, God, where do I start? Tall, lean, handsome. He wears a suit like it was invented just for him. He smells like the most expensive cologne you’ve ever imagined, and to be honest, I’m not sure he wears any.” He rolls his shoulders back. “When he’s a man, he’s insatiable and dominant, and yet perfectly willing to let me top him.” He flashes a brilliant smile. “I can hardly complain.

SBD: It sounds like he’s a hard demon to resist. What’s Darius’ sexiest characteristic?
Jack:  At any moment, he might change into his taking-form, the great winged gargoyle. He can’t take my soul anymore, since I don’t have one, but he can take me.” He shudders. “Teeth and claws. And he never hurts me. Much.

SBD: Would you share one of your favorite excerpts from Terms of Payment?

You’ve heard of blowjobs in the car, right? In the typical fantasy, usually, the man is driving at the time, yet he somehow manages to ride the wave to heaven while simultaneously not crashing, swerving, or drawing the attention of concerned citizens and state patrol officers, right? Let me tell you something: I’d have crashed if my car hadn’t already been parked nose-in to a brick wall. I’d never even dreamed -- I keep saying that, don’t I? -- of having a man blow me in the seat of a Jaguar or anywhere else, and the fact that after the first few strokes of his tongue he wasn’t even a man, and a fist-sized wing knuckle hung over my head while the front windshield was pretty much obliterated by his other wing, really doesn’t change anything.

I’ll tell you this much for nothing: if I hadn’t already sold my soul, I’d have done it in a heartbeat for head that amazing, and it just went on and on. His tongue swirled and massaged along the underside of my shaft and nudged the base of the head in ways that made me levitate out of my Corinthian leather seat. My hips began to jerk and my breathing turned ragged, and by the time I realized that the light scraping I felt against my cock wasn’t coming from human teeth, it was much too late for me to give a damn. And the closer I came to heaven, as the saying goes, the more fragments of my soul he scraped away, layer by layer. I didn’t care. I felt every one, as I felt his fingers wend their way where I’d have sworn fabric impeded. He found my balls and rolled them gently, and then he hummed low in his throat. Bass vibrato, bay-bee, and oh, my God, what felt like every nerve in my body took a temporary leave of absence and moved south to take advantage of the thrumming. I tried to put my hands on top of his head so I could have some leverage, but he growled in a way that was definitely nothing like the hum, so I put my hands on top of my own head instead, fingers clenched in my hair.

My eyes wouldn’t stay open, but I wanted to watch his head moving, to tie every movement to a sensation, to see me slide in and out --

I heard myself say, between one gasp and another, “I’m gonna come!” though I don’t know if it was in warning or exultation. His mouth ground down around my cock, engulfing me with wet heat and sweet, agonizing pressure. My flayed soul bled, and I came, screaming, fists clenched and trying not to touch him. I came and came, and he swallowed me up.

That was scorching!

I feel the book diver magic calling me, so I don’t have much more time in this world. Jack’s story has intrigued me and I’m more curious than ever about Darius. If you are too, check out


Friday, June 14, 2013

Flash Fiction Friday


This week's theme is from Zen -- it may say something about the state of her office in her absence!


** Your office is so dirty it finally spawned that new lifeform you keep joking about. Now what? **



Challenge:
- Write a quickie with the above theme
- 100 to 150 words
- any authors or readers can come out and play
- Post at the Changeling Bar and Grill (Please put "FFC" or "Flash Fiction" and a title in your subject line)
 groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress

Thursday, June 13, 2013

New Releases at Changeling!

His Father's Intern (Dragon Kin) by Michelle Hasker $3.99
Take one Ice Dragon. Add one Fire Dragon. Results? Instantaneous combustion.
Genre(s): Paranormal, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Cougar
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2062
 
The Demon's Mate (The Royals of Sheoldris) by Sam Cheever $4.49
Their love begins in the pages of a novel -- can it survive now that it's entered reality?
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Magic
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2066
 
Sweet and Wild (Glow) by Megan Slayer $3.99
Finding his counterpart is the easy part. Making things permanent -- now there's a tricky situation.
Genre(s): Paranormal, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Werewolves
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2067
 
Red (Razor's Edge Collection) by Jocelyn Michel $5.99
No man stands a chance when a sexy vamp princess has her eye on him.
Genre(s): Razor's Edge Press, Paranormal, BDSM, Collections
Theme(s): Vampires
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2064
 
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Friday, June 07, 2013

This Week's Flash Fiction Challenge -- Athletic Appeal

** You work out at the gym, cause, you know, it's a healthy thing to do, but it doesn't hurt that you've got the hottest personal trainer ever... **
 
Challenge:
- Write a quickie with the above theme
- 100 to 150 words
- any authors or readers can come out and play
- Post at the Changeling Bar and Grill (Please put "FFC" or "Flash Fiction" and a title in your subject line) groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress