Reflections Inn guests are feeling sexy – six sentences

It’s Six Sentence Sunday again and I’ve got six more sentences from my erotic horror short story Reflections. The gang is all checked into the inn and have retired to their rooms for a rest.

As always I’d love to hear what you think.

     Lena closed the door behind her, making sure the lock clicked before she turned and smiled at Travis who lay on the bed.  She sashayed over, dropping her clothes as she went.  Travis grinned as he slid his pants down his legs and kicked them off.

     “I just couldn’t resist you anymore,” she said.

     He took her hand and tugged her onto the bed.  She squealed in delight and finished shedding her clothes.

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Sweet, sexy dreams.

 

Keira

Looks can be deceiving – six sentences from Reflections

It’s Six Sentence Sunday again.  Today I’ve got six more sentences from Reflections, my erotic horror short story.

Reflections is about a group of friends on a road trip trying to help one of them get over a break-up. I’m still working on revisions of the story so as always I’d love to know what you think.

        A few minutes later they pulled into the parking lot of an inn that had seen better days.  A thick layer of dust faded the once vibrant red brick to a dull pink.

        They burst through the front doors of the inn, Lena coughing from the dust.  Inside, a grand staircase on either side of the lobby led to a second floor lined with rooms.  Smack dab in the middle of the lobby was the check in desk.  The inn was a lot more looked after on the inside than the outside would lead one to believe. 

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Sweet, sexy dreams.

 

Keira

In search of a bed

It’s Six Sentence Sunday again and I’m changing genres! This is six sentences from my erotic horror short story, Reflections. A group of friends on a mission to cheer up one of the friends who just got dumped.

 

 

     “Let’s just find a place to ask.  This is the third one that’s been closed and the town isn’t that big,” Lena said.

        Travis leaned against his car and pulled Lena close, grabbing her ass.  “Fine.  The sooner we find a place with a bed the better.”

        Lena shoved his hand away.

 

As always, I’d love to know what you think.

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Sweet, sexy dreams!

Keira

Horror Erotic Romance? Really?

Today I’ve got the awesome Brenna Zinn on the blog. It’s a great post and a great excerpt so without further ado here’s Brenna!

Take it away Brenna.

What’s this, you ask. Horror Erotic Romance?? How can horror be erotic? How can horror be romantic? They go together like peanut butter and bacon.

But have you ever TRIED peanut butter and bacon? I’m here to tell you, it’s yummy. So is horror erotic romance.

There’s nothing more invigorating, more spine tingling than a hero and a heroine in a situation where tension is high, nerves are on end, the completely unexplainable is happening. Danger, drama, and hot kinky sex get our blood pumping and keep our noses into books. So, ya. Horror erotic romance really makes some good sense, and is probably why the genre is currently one of the hottest out there.

With summer giving way to autumn and autumn making way for Halloween, our taste for something a little scary peaks. And lucky us, two new releases from Ellora’s Cave, the number one publisher for erotic romance, delivers on the scary.

The brilliant and truly talented Nicole Austin (www.nicoleaustin.net) has a new horror erotic romance that will make good on your wanting to keep the lights on at night while providing incredible scenes teaming with steamy sex. Fatal Submission is the book, and it’s one you will NOT want to put down until you’ve read every titillating word. See her excerpt below. But be warned, this is only for those of you 18 years or older.

The follow up to Austin’s Fatal Submission is Brenna Zinn’s Rise of the Dom, which will be out this fall. Exceptionally well written, the book incorporates a BDSM relationship with the kind of scary and horror that will keep you up at night. Look for more information about Rise of the Dom coming soon. (www.brennazinn.com)

Fatal Submission
Claire Hanson is a submissive in need of a Dom. Finding one in rural Illinois in 1981 is no easy feat but her requirements are simple. Forget complicated limit lists, take charge and give her lots of hot, sweaty sex. On edge, body humming with arousal, Claire aches to have her desires sated. And ruggedly handsome Dominant Mason Burke is the man she wants. But for Mason work comes first and Claire’s tired of waiting.

Mason’s loss is Dr. Carl Skinner’s lucky break. The bonus—Carl’s a rich, drop-dead gorgeous Dom with a real dungeon in his basement. Getting what you want isn’t always a good thing and the game takes a drastic turn Claire never saw coming. According to the Dungeon Master’s victims who still haunt his torture chamber, submission has fatal consequences and she’s running out of time.

Reader Advisory: This scary tale contains graphic scenes of erotic torture and violence that may cause the reader to stay up late reading with all the lights on.

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: FATAL SUBMISSION
Copyright © NICOLE AUSTIN, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Claire ran a brush through her hair, grabbed the checklist and walked the few blocks. A cheery bell tinkled as she opened the door to find the ice cream parlor empty. She picked a table facing the glass shop front and waited.

Did Mason do this to her on purpose? She always seemed to be waiting on him. She understood his business was relatively new and required long hours. Still, constantly waiting grew old fast.

When his Bronco pulled up outside she glanced at her watch. Fifteen minutes late. He strolled toward her table, calm and in control.

“Hello, Claire.” No apology. Mason simply nodded toward the refrigerated cases. “Did you pick a flavor?”

“Not yet.” Hearing the irritation in her voice, she made an effort to lighten her tone. “I was waiting for you.”

He held out a hand to help her up and didn’t let go as they perused the offerings. Once they each had a cone they sat on a bench outside. Mason looked over the checklist without comment then locked it in his car.

“It’s a nice day. How about a walk?”

She nodded and they took a leisurely stroll, stopping every so often to window shop. As usual, Mason was in no hurry, their conversation casual.

“Why did you become a property appraiser? What drew you to the business?”

“I used to be a real estate agent, which was an okay job but I’m not a good salesperson. I do like buildings though, especially older ones.” She thought back on her childhood daydreams, how she’d stand outside a building and try to picture the interior layout.

“My friend works in a bank and complained about the excessive wait for appraisals because no one in our area did them so I checked into it.” She licked her ice cream for a moment as she remembered how everything had just clicked. “Turned out it suited me. I get to make my own hours, meet new people, use my math skills and indulge my curiosity.”

Mason nodded as if he read more into her explanation than she’d said. “And how did you discover you were a submissive?”

She didn’t even attempt to hold back a wicked grin. “Guy I was dating got invited to a munch and took me. The more I learned about BDSM the more interested I became. At first he was into it, thought it was fun. After a while he lost interest but I didn’t.” She shrugged. “We broke up and I continued to explore. Like the job, it suited me.”

Yes, there was a great deal more to it but same as with her job, getting into BDSM she’d felt the pieces click into place.

“So you’ve always been happiest when seeing to the needs of others. A true, natural submissive.”

Claire stopped in her tracks and stared at Mason for a long moment. How the hell did he do it? A bit of general small talk and he saw deeper into her heart than lifelong friends ever had. Deeper than even she had seen.

“You adapt, changing yourself to please those you love.”

He dropped that bomb so casually, as if making a general observation but getting right to the heart of the matter. And it made sense. It put several pieces of her life together. Made her take a second look at the big decisions and changes. Each and every one had been sparked by the needs of others.

At heart she was a nurturer, a caretaker. When someone she cared about needed something, Claire did whatever she could to fill the need. She’d done so her entire life and never made the connection.

“When’s the last time you did something because it pleased you?”

Good question. Racking her brain, she came up blank. She couldn’t think of one instance where something she’d done had been just for her. As she thought, Mason’s ice cream melted, a slow-moving river of chocolate rolling over his fingers.

Her first instinct was to reach out with her napkin and wipe the chocolate away for him. But what did she want? What would please her?

She’d love to taste both the ice cream and Mason.

Claire took a step closer, held his wrist with her free hand and acted without overthinking it. She moved even closer, stuck out her tongue and watched his expression from beneath her lashes as she slowly licked the chocolate from his hand.

Mason’s intense, ice-blue eyes heated, filling with lust. When she reached the top of his hand, she swirled her tongue around the ice cream, imagining it was his cock. She circled the scoop of chocolate, humming in appreciation of the flavor. His entire body tensed and she knew he pictured the same thing she did.

Glancing down, she noted the hard length of his erection outlined by the faded denim extending from his groin all the way across his right hip. Long and thick and hard.

Meeting his gaze, she blurted out what was on her mind. “It would please me to taste you, Mason. To drop to my knees, wrap my fist around your shaft and suck your cock to the back of my throat.”

He closed his eyes and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard then took several slow, measured breaths.

A naughty grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched him struggle to regain his composure. That little crack in his hard veneer gave her wicked ideas. She wondered how much teasing it would take to push Mason over the edge and out of control. Finding out would be fun.

Me again.

Wasn’t that amazing? I’ve wondered about erotic horror and would love to be able to write it. Now I think I’ll to come up with something I can submit!

Sweet, sexy dreams.

Keira

Erotic Horror

So I’m taking this fabulous class with JK Coi over on Passionate Ink’s workshop forum. I love horror and I’ve started writing erotica so I thought it would be fun and scary to combine the two. After the first few lessons I realized that one of my horror stories could easily be tweaked to be erotic horror. I’m looking forward to making those tweaks and upping the erotic moments.

If you watch a lot of horror you know that horror and sex go hand in hand. At least in Hollywood movies. When I was younger that’s why my friends watched horror. For the nude shots. There was always a nude shot (or more). Sadly, they were almost always of the blonde big boobed bimbo instead of the hunky guys. When I got older I got annoyed with the nudity because I wanted the story, the horror. I wanted to be scared.

Now, taking this workshop I understand better why the sex and the horror go hand in hand. I’m also excited to work on some of my stories to add more horror. I think I might be able to tweak more than that one story to have erotic elements as well. We’ll see. I’m still working on coming up with an idea for the class that will work because my one idea will work better as a movie. I need to start thinking sexier. And scarier.

I found this list of erotic horror books on Goodreads interesting.

Off to search for sexy, scary inspiration.

Sweet, sexy dreams.

Keira

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