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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

"Training Randi" Just Got Hotter!



Today is a great day for Tessie Bradford fans! “Training Randi” has been re-released with added scenes, fun and even more sexy romance. The newly expanded version of Training Randi is available today from Resplendence Press!

I also have the stars of Training Randi sitting right in front of me (wink) and I’m going to ask them a few questions and offer an excerpt.

So here we go with the basics about Randi and Jeff:

Name              Miranda (Randi) Ellson        Jeff Briggs
Occupation     Interior Designer                  Personal Trainer, Gym Owner
Age                  33                                           37


KL:  Are you Day or Night persons?
Randi:              Day, definitely. I’m starting my own interior design business, so I’ve got a lot to do!

Jeff:  My gyms open at six a.m. and I workout beforehand. Plus I’m on staff with the Athletic Department at the university; days it is for me, too.

KL: Do you have any pets or plans to share a pet?
Jeff:  I’d love to have a dog, maybe a lab or shepherd.

Randi:  Hey, I didn’t know that. Let’s go to the shelter this weekend! 

KL: Get that shelter dog! You won’t regret it. I have one and I love her. Next item, I think I already know the answer to this one. On a lazy Sunday, which do you prefer wearing cowboy boots or cross trainers?

Randi & Jeff (in unison):  Cross trainers

KL: Okay you’re both gym rats, I knew that but I just wanted to be sure. What music are you listening to?

Randi: I’m going through a classic rock phase right now, heavy on the heavy metal.

Jeff:  Yeah, and my eardrums might not recover! The other night when I got home from work, I swear the windows were shaking it was so loud.  She didn’t even hear me calling to her until I was at her office door.

Randi:  You scared the crap out of me. I was deep in the creative zone.

Jeff:  Darlin’, you were dancing around the room, singing into your pen!

KL: You sing into a pen? I won’t ask. What’s your favorite type of Kiss?

Jeff: French!

Randi:  I’m pretty sure she was asking about the candy.

Jeff:  Oh, sorry.

KL: Okay, I was hoping for a sexy answer. I’ll try again. What’s your favorite guilty pleasure?
Jeff:  Deep dish pizza with double cheese and Italian sausage.

Randi:  Bravo channel reality shows.


KL: What’s your favorite kinky pleasure?

Jeff:  I have to pick just one?

Randi:  Oh, now you’ve done it. Kinky is his middle name!

Jeff:  And you love every minute of it.  To answer the question; warming her bottom with her favorite flogger, or a paddle, or my hand until she begs me to let her come.

Randi:  That’s mine, too!

KL: By the way, Jeff and Randi are definitely kinky and very much in love. If you want to have a little more fun with these two, you’ll love the newly expanded version of “Training Randi” from Resplendence Press!

Want a little more?
Here’s a blurb and excerpt.

Blurb: Training Randi


Miranda Ellson graduated from college with a degree in design in one hand and a ticket out of town in the other. Ten years, a couple of job changes and three boring, unfulfilling relationships later she’s back at RU to re-connect with old friends, enjoy the campus activities and take a break from…oh who the hell is she kidding? Jeff Briggs, former college neighbor and best bud, now successful gym owner, lives in town. He’s the only guy she has ever known who could set her panties on fire by simply walking into a room and Randi is sick and tired of only hooking up with him in her dreams. This may be her only chance to discover exactly what kind of personal training he has to offer.

Excerpt: 
Copyright: Tessie Bradford, 2013

“Did I mention I brought you presents?” he asked after hanging up their coats.
“No, no you didn’t,” she said, rubbing her hands together in glee. “What’s the occasion?”
“Does there need to be one for me to give the love of my life a gift?” he asked as he headed towards her bedroom.
Her tummy did a flip-flop. She loved Jeff with all of her heart and was pretty damn sure she’d never get tired of him telling her he felt the same.
Jeff returned carrying a wrapped box. He sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to him. He set the package in her lap when she joined him. Without preamble, Randi ripped off the paper and dropped it on the floor.
“You’re in charge of clean up on Christmas morning,” he said, chuckling.
“Deal,” she agreed, tossing the top to the ground also. The contents were hidden by shimmery pink tissue paper. Randi used more care in folding back the layers.
“Oh my God, Jeff, how gorgeous,” she exclaimed, holding up the stunningly beautiful negligee. It was lace and silk in a pale shade of rose. As she caressed the sumptuous material, she noticed there was more in the box. “A robe, too? This is incredible. Thank you so much.” Randi threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
“You’re more than welcome, darlin’, but keep going.”
She fully removed the robe and let out a low whistle. There was a pair of fur-lined handcuffs, a blindfold and an extremely life-like dildo. Her nipples sprang to attention and heat bloomed in her pussy.
“I’m in charge of this evening’s activities,” he announced in a low, sultry voice while laying the garments back in the box.
“Yes, please!” she said with vehemence.
Jeff stood, holding the box one hand, and held his other out to her. They moved to her bedroom. He set the items on the bed then focused his full attention on her.
Randi struggled to not hyperventilate while Jeff undid her blouse and removed her bra with agonizing slowness. He caressed both of her breasts before leaning in and drawing a nipple into his mouth. As he sucked on one hardened peak, he pinched and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger.
Randi grasped his shoulders for support. Each suck of his moist warm mouth and tweak of his fingers enflamed her senses. She closed her eyes and moaned out her pleasure. Jeff chuckled against her ultra sensitized skin then relinquished her breasts.
Apparently in no mood to alter his pace, he turned the removal of her jeans and panties into an act of exquisite torture. Randi quivered as he stroked and kissed her tummy, hipbones, thighs and calves. Jeff was a master at making her feel beautiful, treasured, and loved. He was also extremely skilled in the art of teasing, and circled the tip of his tongue around her very needy clit just once before rising.
“I’ve been imagining seeing you in this for a week,” he whispered as he lowered the negligee over her head. He took a step back. “Damn, I didn’t even come close to picturing how amazing you look.”
Randi turned and checked out her reflection in the free-standing mirror next to her dresser. Being sheer but untailored, the gown both displayed and concealed her body. She swayed a bit from side to side and watched Jeff’s jaw drop open. Inspired, she trailed her fingertips from the top of her breasts to just below her belly button.
Jeff removed his clothes with far more urgency than he’d used removing hers. He came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and gently pulled her back against him. Randi grinned at him in the mirror as he flexed his hips, causing his steely erection to rub along her ass.
“I’m going to cover the walls and ceiling of my bedroom with mirrors,” he announced while kissing a trail down the side of her neck.
“Ooo, way kinky,” Randi said, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Maybe a couple of cameras, too?”
“Hey now, let’s not go overboard.”
“You’re the one with the impressive X-rated movie library, darlin’.” He turned her to face him.
“Those are professional films with professional sex actors in them.”
Jeff laughed and tightened his arms around her. “That’s why our movies would be so much better; the reality factor. Two people, crazy in love, getting their freak on,”


Training Randi available today from Resplendence Press!

Love Tessie Bradford? I have more good news! Tessie has a new super hot romance coming July 31st, but I’ll let her tell you about it a little later because it’s so hot it would burn my tongue. : )
Have a wonderful week!
XXOO Kat



Saturday, April 27, 2013

Sigh....it's too nice out to be inside...

I wanna be outside with this guy...

It looks so cool and lovely...if I could just get that gorgeous female model to go someplace else.  She would seriously cramp my style.  

My lawn was about eight inches high when my daughter mowed it yesterday.  That's what I get for applying Weed and Feed in December in a snowstorm.  

I just dumped over $4,000 into my car this past couple of days...four new tires, two lower front ball joints and sway bar bushings...and a brand-new transmission.  So much for the "great deal" I got last year on my pretty silver used car.  Never again will I trust a sweetly innocent-looking elderly man selling used cars.  The outside looked marvelous...but within a month, it was shifting rough, chugging, etc.  You can't just get a refund on a used car.  It took a full year to fall apart.  So I will do my best to pay off the car (I still owe $4,000 on it), pay off the loan I took out to fix it, and then I will start hunting for a nice NEW care with a full manufacturer's warranty...one that get about 40 miles to the gallon highway.

So, no...I will not be going to any conventions.  I will not be spending money on things I don't need.  I will get my fanny in gear and write another book so that my royalties will not dwindle to a precious few.  Is that a good enough incentive plan?

LOL!

Hugs!

Fran Lee

   

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Coming Soon To A Cineplex Near You!



It's coming! The summer movie season starts a little earlier every year and this year is no exception. The  first day of May will fire off the first of the major studios big ticket thrill ride movies. If you love action and are still hooked on your favorite larger than life childhood comic book heroes then I guarantee 2013 will be a summer you'll never forget.


May 1st will offer Ironman 3. I love Robert Downy Jr! He totally owns this franchise. No one can play Tony Stark with cocky charisma the way Robert Downey Jr. can. I can't wait to see this movie seated between my husband and my son! I love watching their faces watch Ironman fly. It's impossible to say who looks like a bigger kid at that moment, my husband or my son. Everyone beams. Ironman is worth every penny.



The next movie will an adult night out with friends who are screenwriters, artists, authors and fans of Baz Luhrman. I love Baz Luhrman, he's quirky and creative. A Luhrman movie is not for everybody but I like them. I'm looking forward to seeing what Luhrman has done with The Great Gatsby. If Lurhman and Leonardo DiCaprio can get me to actually like The Great Gatsby--I'll be impressed.


Last but far from least, the thing I've loved since I was a tiny child-- Star Trek! This current outing looks grim and Trekkies are warned outright by the movie poster, which shows the Enterprise crashing to Earth in flames, that we'd better buckle our seat belts because we're in for a bumpy ride. The title "Star Trek Into Darkness" is a big heads up too. Yes it might be dark but damn it Jim, I'm not staying away! Plus we get Chris Pines as the perfect young Captain James T Kirk. I love him.



This is only just a partial lineup for May! There's a lot more on the way but I'll save those celluloid goodies for another blog. What movies are you looking forward to?
Have a wonderful week.
XXOO Kat

Tuesday Rant


I'll warn you up front. This is a bitch session, so if you don't want to read please come back tomorrow when I'm sure my lovely friend Katalina Leon will have a nice blog post. ;)

Ebook returns.
I don’t understand this. If you bought a book in a brick and mortar you wouldn’t be allowed to return a book. Okay, I’ve never tried, but have seen signs to this policy.
So, why should readers be able to return ebooks? If there’s an issue with the download, okay I get it. But if hundreds of others are downloading without any issues what’s wrong with the one download.
Take for instance my issue. A few months ago I bought an ebook for $3.99. After seeing another book by this author I bought the new book. Guess what? It’s the same damn book with a different cover. Sure I’m pissed. I spent another $3.99 for a book I already had.
What did I do? Nothing. I accepted it for what it was – a loss. I couldn’t imagine returning it even if it would be acceptable because I own it.
I’m sorry I just don’t get it the return policy. That’s how indie authors make their money. If readers are reading the book and then returning it they win and we lose. There are way too many free books out there to read. If you don’t want to pay for a book, download a free one.
My second peeve of the day?
Free stuff. If you get something for free, don’t complain about said free gift. If you don’t like it or it isn’t something you’d want, just say thank you and move on. No need to comment about the “free” gift. It’s FREE.
I’m done. Sorry for the rant but this has been bothering me for some time. 

Saturday, April 20, 2013

In the arms of the angels...


May the people of Boston
rest in the arms of the angels...

I believe in angels. I believe they come when they are called, and even when they are not called. I believe that angels are settling over Boston, just as they did over New York on September 11.

When humankind loses its way, they comfort and they lead...they guard and they guide. May they give Boston and the rest of the wrold the peace and love that is desperately needed at this time.

Fran

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

My Heart Is In Boston

This is not a good day to blog. My heart is in Boston and I thought I would simply share these images of Boston with you instead.


Boston before it was Boston, by Thomas Cole.


The New Englander, Queen of Boston.


Boston Gardens Swan Boat.


Boston on a rainy day.

Love and prayers to Boston and for all us.

Disheartened


I had a blog planned for today, but in light of what happened in Boston yesterday I decided against it. The heartache for the people involved is deep. We were lucky our family living close to the bombings were all okay.
My thoughts and prayers are with those in Boston today. 

Monday, April 15, 2013

CUFFED TO HIM. Today get 2 billionaires for 1 woman!



 Need a nibble of my newest cherry?
Of course you do!
Copyright 2013, All rights reserved.
"Objective."  How was she going to remain objective?
Joanna Carter snapped shut her laptop, even though her notes on the delicious Spencer brothers swam in her brain. With a wince, she told herself to relax and sank further into the plush chair in the private jet terminal. She was about to leave known civilization for a remote Caribbean island owned by the two brothers who were the third and fourth richest men in the States. On their island she would work hard, play never and interview the two grown men whom she had adored since she’d been four. Her journalism career—her own self-esteem—depended on whether she could keep her cool and write the profiles like the award-winning professional she had once been.
Could she do that?  Hell. She had to, if she wanted to do something as simple as eating for the rest of her life. Too bad the only way to make that happen was to write an exposé of two men who had once been her best friends. And my fantastic lovers.
She scanned the mod techno terminal and worried her lower lip over the prospect of seeing the famous—the infamous—Spencer brothers after fourteen years. When she had lived next door to them in dusty west Texas, they had treated her like a third wheel, their buddy, their chubby little tag-a-long. Then they were as nerdy as she was girly. As skinny as she was chunky. As funny as she was dry. And when she turned eighteen, the two men introduced her to games, sexy ones.
And she had loved every minute.
But now?
I’m a wreck. She froze, ceased fiddling with the straps to her camera bag and dropped her cell phone in her brief case. Her hands were sweating, for god’s sakes, like a kid’s. She wiped them on her slacks, trying to suppress comparisons of who she was today to the two men who were food for every magazine from The Economist to Cigar. Gifford and Joshua Spencer were the worldwide darlings of green technology. Billionaires from Giff’s invention of super-sensitive wind turbines and Josh’s investments in other energy-efficient systems, the two thirty-somethings were alternately recluses or playboys of the global social scene.
And I am a washed-up investigative journalist trying to launch myself back into major publications. Trying to fill up my bank account by dishing dirt about my two old pals. Hoping to rebuild my credibility which I so quickly destroyed being a sucker for a tycoon who played me for a chick who needed massive cock and thought with her pussy.
She was not going to do that with the Spencers. Giff and Josh might have been gracious enough to consent to their interview, but she would bet good dollars they did it for old times’ sake. Everyone knew—why wouldn’t they?—that she was persona not grata at most magazines ever since she did a hatchet job on her former lover, Renaldo Costas, the billionaire CEO of a huge Brazilian gas and oil conglomerate.
Crossing her arms, she glanced out the windows at the cream-coloured executive jet that Giff and Josh Spencer had sent to pick her up and fly her from Miami to their secluded island near the Dry Tortugas. She was going to write a sterling piece on the Spencer boys and make it accurate, make it insightful, make it sing with their own personalities.
She squeezed her eyes shut and promised herself she would not be charmed by either one of them. Especially Giff. She wouldn’t look sideways at either, much less fall into bed. So what if she had measured every man she had ever met against the Spencers’ wit and intensity? She needed to return to New York in three days with three invaluable assets. Great photos of the two fabulously wealthy siblings. Sharp recordings of their interviews. And objectivity.
Really chilly objectivity.
Nice work if I can get it. 

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Going over my back list...


This story is a sequel to Hallie’s Cats.

Cal wants a mate of his own. He knows she is out there—he can feel her. He desperately needs her.

Omegas are forbidden to mate in the Lykos pack. But one look at the golden leopard shifter in his human form is all it takes. He sets off something deep inside Jessie that she can’t deny. His touch is something she would to die to feel.

Dogs don’t mix with cats…but their human halves won’t be denied.

I have always loved shifters... 

I "see" them in my head...I understand them and how they function...but I tend to jump ahead of my readers into the full shifter world, and sometimes I leave my readers behind, wondering where I just went. LOL!  I need to remember to take them with me.

Hallie's Cats was my first shifter. It was meant to be short and hot...and because it was short and hot, readers were frustrated.  They wanted to see more.  They wanted Cal's story. 

Next time I am gonna write a story about a groundhog that shifts into a mountain lion.  And I will remember to take my readers every step of the way with me.  :)

Hugs,

Fran Lee

 

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Trying Something New

The calendar suggests it is Spring, but temps are still pretty chilly here in southeastern Michigan. And you know that whole "April showers" thing? It has been raining for days, complete with blinding lightening and rafter-shaking thunder!


Despite the questionable conditions outside, I'm embracing the sense of the season by trying something new. 



My work in progress has three incredibly yummy heroes for my heroine's pleasure!! The men are from a distant planet and were beginning to lose hope they'd ever find their destined mate. Imagine their surpise when they discover she is an Earthling who has no experience with their type of loving. Imagine her joy when she learns where her life is heading!


I'm having great fun figuring out my first f/m/m/m story!



Have a wonderful weekend~
Tessie
www.tessiebradford.com


Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Dena Garson's Doubly Naughty Nooners!


What's Wednesday's treat? Double Dena Garson that's what! Dena's offering two sweet treats today. You can read one at lunch and blush at your desk, or save them for a bedtime snack and sizzle between the sheets. Either way you won't want to miss these two miniature erotic gems.

Here’s Dena Garson:

Thanks for inviting me back to the Seven Sexy Scribes!
Short stories hold a special place in my heart because the first writing I ever sold was a short. They’re fun to write and lets me tell my readers about new characters or a moment in time. Truth be told, I’m easily distracted and shorts give me an outlet.
But I love to read short stories too. Over lunch, I can wolf one down along with my soup and sandwich. Anthologies and compilations of shorts have introduced me to more than one new author. Some of which went on to become favorites.
When Ellora’s Cave said they were interested in two of my short stories, I was thrilled. Now that they’ve been released, I’m over the moon.
If you’re ready for a bit of naughtiness, I have just the thing for you. But be warned, both of these shorts are written in first person. So you, the reader, get to step even further into someone else’s shoes. Come on – Angie and Cherie have a story to tell you!





Working It All Out

When Angie needs a trainer to prepare for a corporate fundraiser, Noel comes highly recommended. No one told her he’s sexy as hell too. Unfortunately, he’s way too young. He couldn’t possibly share the same clothes-ripping, fucking-on-the-gym-floor fantasies that inundate her every time she looks his way. Or so she thinks.

Noel has other ideas. When they get the gym to themselves for an intense one-on-one, he gives her the workout she’s been waiting for.






Cherie's Silk

Cherie’s favorite work adversary, Mason, stumbles across her in the midst of a humiliating “wardrobe malfunction”. She has to choose between possible public embarrassment and exposing her secret undergarment obsession to Mason. An obsession that could taint Cherie’s prim and proper office persona.

Thankfully Mason is willing to lend a hand in more ways than one. He’s lusted after Cherie as much as she’s wanted him, and getting his hands on her frilly silk leads to a hot, sexy hallway encounter.


Thanks for letting me drop by!
~ Dena
Twitter: @DenaGarson

Thank you for being our guest Dena! 
XXOO Kat