Visitors

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

C.A Knoble "There He Sat Pondering"


More C.A Knoble and her seated gentleman! Meet Carlo...

There He Sat: Pondering

With his charmed life in ruins, Carlo has to face self-truths and past sins if he expects to win a prize worth much more than mere vengeance…
*
A corporate attack left Carlo a pariah in the business world. Emma Knowles, the orchestrator of the damage, has consumed his thoughts since. He focused all his energies on his vengeance and rebuilt his empire. Now Carlo finds himself in the enviable position of ruining Emma, buying out her company and exacting his revenge. In desperation, she offers him a prize that will be much more satisfying – she offers herself, for one week, to do with as he pleases. His mind races with the degrading acts he can subject her to in this different but appealing retribution. Carlo accepts her offer.
Shortly after Emma’s arrival at his house, he begins to question his decision. It is apparent more than business interests motivated Emma when she ruined him. Her true reason eludes him and Carlo struggles to uncover the truth. He is plunged into an examination of the past and his own morals. As he discovers he is not the man he believed, it becomes obvious that Emma, his arch-nemesis, holds the key to his salvation.
*

Carlo had it all, a charmed life that included a beautiful wife and a thriving business. In talks to merge his company with the much larger Knowles Enterprises, a lucrative move he is certain will transpire smoothly, Emma Knowles suddenly informs him the deal is off. Moreover, she will ruin his business. Shocked at her sudden about face, he doubts the effect on him will be as devastating as her ominous threat foretold. Yet, he soon finds himself divorced, broke and a pariah in the business world.
Twelve years later, Carlo has rebuilt his empire and is once more in a position of power. He has focused his energies on one goal, vengeance. When he is poised to execute a hostile takeover of her company, Emma desperately offers him an alternate. She offers herself, for a week, to do with as he pleases. He accepts her offer, keen on subjecting her to degradation, breaking her and finally exacting his revenge.
It is soon apparent that something else is at play. Emma’s past attack was not unwarranted; she had good reason to do what she did. He struggles to uncover what her motivations were and what event drove her to such a cruel act. As he plummets into a scathing self-examination, his past acts are unveiled. Carlo realizes he is not the man he thought he was and that Emma is more complicated than he could imagine. A searing passion ignites within him, along with an intense need for atonement and forgiveness. Can he convince Emma he is not the man she believes him to be when even he questions who he truly is?
*
Excerpt:

Carlo sipped his cognac slowly as he waited in the overstuffed leather armchair for her arrival. The hour of his vengeance was finally here but suddenly it did not feel like a victory. He shifted his weight and the soft rustle of the creamy soft leather was as alien to him as his own thoughts. He had waited for this, planned for this, plotted, schemed, and clawed his way to this moment. He had finally brought his nemesis, Emma Knowles to her knees. He had orchestrated a hostile takeover that was years in the making, his need to make her pay for all he had lost so strong it was all he had focused on. Every time he had seen a photo of her in the papers or online, every time he saw her smug smile, her hair always pulled into a severe bun, her masculine business suits and her owlish eyes behind thick lenses, his blood had boiled.
She had begged him not to take her company, the one built by her family, her legacy. His appetite whet with his impending vengeance, Carlo had been keen on watching her fall, watching her go through what he did when she had ruined his business all those years ago. He was gleefully looking forward to her pain when she proposed a different solution. She had offered him something else, something that had, at the time, seemed enticing. She had offered him her, for a week. One week to do whatever he pleased with her. Carlo had jumped at the chance, his mind racing with every degrading act he would subject her to in that time. However, as the days before she came to him passed, he began to question if he could inflict such things on her, even as he had so wished to punish her.
It had been a long three weeks, the wait for Emma’s arrival. He knew she would come, that she would stay true to her word. He spent that time preparing one of the guestrooms, giving his staff strict instructions on how to treat Ms. Knowles during her stay and pondering his decision. He found he did not truly want to be cruel to Emma despite all she had done to him, all she had taken from him. He informed himself repeatedly that he was entitled to his vengeance, but that had not prevented the burning ache in the pit of his stomach that ate away at him.
Therefore, awaiting her arrival, he focused on all the ills she had caused him. He thought back to the day, twelve years ago, when he had been blindsided by her. They had been in talks about merging their companies. He had been overjoyed at the offer that Knowles Incorporated was interested in his company, the one he had built from almost nothing, the one he had nursed from its infancy, helped with no more than a small loan from his father, and had quickly grown into a success.
Carlo was on top of the world during that time and during those preliminary talks with Emma. He had a hugely successful business, a beautiful wife, proud parents and a lavish lifestyle. He knew in addition to this all how attractive he was, how some women tended to get a little stupid in his presence. Now greying at his temples, at the time he had had ebony hair and green eyes, a combination so striking he turned heads everywhere he went. Tall and strongly built, he had always taken care of his body. He had seen Emma’s eyes lap up his beauty when they had first met but she quickly returned to her staunch and uptight manner. Negotiations had progressed smoothly and then one day when he entered the conference room at Knowles Incorporated, Emma had stomped in and delivered her devastating news. She spoke with venom and without any regard for the working relationship they had built. She coldly announced the merger was off and she would make it well known that he was not to be entered into business with, that she would ruin him. Stunned by her words, Carlo tried to reason with her but she had told him he was finished and had stormed out of the room.
At first he had not believed she, with her words, could have the effect she had. Then word of the failed merger spread and his business hit a quick and steady decline. Within a year, he had been forced to sell the business for a fifth of what it was once worth. His wife left him when the money began to dry up and between the cost of his divorce lawyer and the half of his remaining assets she was rewarded, Carlo found his lavish lifestyle slipping away. He found it impossible to find work in Toronto, Emma’s words had turned him into a pariah and he had had to relocate all the way to Edmonton in order to find a position that was not beneath him. His father died the next year, when Carlo was at the bottommost part of the process and he had never been able to accept the fact his father had not seen him bounce back from that predicament. His hatred for Emma Knowles spurned his consequent reversal of fortune. He now commanded a larger empire than he had then and, when he was finally in a position to take over Knowles Incorporated, he had realized his goal. He had turned the tables; he had driven Emma to her knees.
Distant voices informed him one of his staff had just let Emma into the house. He heard the click of stilettos on the tiled floors and turned his head when her footfalls entered the room. Emma stood just inside the doorway and Carlo was stunned to see her drastic change in appearance. Her glasses, severe business attire and dowdy hair were gone. She wore a dress that hugged every sublime curve he never imagined she had. Her wavy chestnut hair hung almost to her waist and, no longer hidden behind large and dowdy glasses, he could now see the beauty in her face, in the curve of her high cheekbones, in the plumpness of full lips he had never noticed before now. When her cobalt eyes, fringed with long dark lashes, met his, Carlo's mouth went dry.
He put his glass on the small table beside his chair and forced himself to get to his feet. He could not help but allow his eyes to look over her body again and they greedily gobbled up the sight of her. He had always seen her in pantsuits but now her shapely legs were on display for him, her calves tightly muscled with the heels she wore on her delicate feet. The hem of her dress fell a few inches above her knees allowing a glimpse of what were certainly sensational thighs. The swell of her hips enticingly narrowed to a thin waist and then her body widened again. He stared at her full breasts a moment, a subtle but promising amount of cleavage available for his eyes. He saw her throat twitch as she swallowed nervously under his visual inspection. His eyes glided over her jaw and pale face to alight on her eyes once more. He saw fear in them in the second before she averted them.
“I… hope I’m not late,” she murmured, her voice shaky.
“No,” Carlo replied, his voice thick with the uncertainty he felt.
Emma nodded but did not look to him.
“What do you want to do? Or want me to do?”
He shrugged. The movement caused her to look back to him and he could see tears surfacing in her eyes. He felt like a heel and debated telling her to go home, to forget about this entire arrangement. But his need for vengeance reared immediately, assuring him he had every right to exact his revenge after all she had done. His eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his thickly muscled chest.
“I expect you to please me, Emma. Tonight and every night that you are here. That was our arrangement.”
*
Buy Links:
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/1MtYxfy
*
Bio:
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been writing stories, and exploring my imagination. I’m a relatively new author in the publishing world, having recently had the first two stories in the There He Sat series, a collection of erotic shorts, being published. Before that I self-published two novels. One is a sweet romance, and the other a somewhat steamier look at the passionate relationship between a single mom and a vampire.
While I have been writing my entire life, I had to set aside my dreams to tend to the realities of attending college, working and raising my family. After planning a career and studying for it, I was sidelined by health issues that continue to plague me. The downtime allowed me to reopen the door to my writing ambitions, and here I am, writing daily and publishing professionally now. If you’d like to check out my work, I write in multiple genres, so there’s something for everyone! You can follow me on social media, as well. Links and all that, as well as my blog, can be found on my website. I’d love for you to visit me there!


Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/PathKnoble





Friday, September 25, 2015

C.A Knoble, "There He Sat Scheming"



Please welcome my new friend and debut author, C.A Knoble! I know you are going to love her fresh writing voice. The "There He Sat" series was inspired a series of Facebook posts I shared of handsome men seated in chairs. 
Exhibit A.



C.A Knoble cleverly added a narrative to the photos and it soon became apparent these stories were great! The result was she developed them into full novellas and the "There He Sat" series was born. 
Want a little taste? Well, pull a chair...

Meet C.A Knoble <3 font="">

There He Sat: Scheming
Even the most perfect of schemes can be undone by unexpected passion.
*
Richard Kelsey has spent his life in the pursuit of money and power. He has a plan, one that will allow him to reach his goals faster. Marriage to his boss's high-maintenance daughter, Chelsea Stansfield, will guarantee positions in the company and financial freedom.
Estranged from her husband, Andrea Stansfield, is an alluring woman. Intelligent, beautiful and emanating sexuality, she is everything Chelsea is not. Passion and mutual attraction flares, leading to a proposition Richard is more than happy to entertain...
Is succumbing to his base nature in order to possess Andrea worth abandoning his master plan?
*
Ambitious, driven and calculating, Richard Kelsey has a plan. Chelsea Stansfield is his gateway to the world of the rich and powerful, a place he has longed to be since childhood. His plan is simple. Woo the vapid Chelsea and marry into his dream world.
A chance meeting with Chelsea’s mother Andrea quickly throws Richard’s plan into jeopardy. Andrea is everything her daughter is not. Her classic beauty, stunning figure and aggressive sexuality lures him and threatens his goals. Will Richard attain his dream or succumb to his base nature and the searing passion she ignites with him?

*
Excerpt:
This fucking bites, Richard thought bitterly. He had been sitting in this damn chair for a half hour. Chelsea was late, as always, but this was bordering on ridiculous. He was certain she purposely kept him waiting, undoubtedly a measure of control in her mind. He was sick of her behaviour, sick of her, really, but his ambition was stronger than his annoyance. Chelsea was his ticket to the perfect job, his gateway to achieving the career he had worked so hard for, and his path to the lifestyle he had always dreamt of living. Marrying her would expedite the process; he would be years ahead of his carefully laid out journey up the ladder at Stansfield. After all, the old man only had Chelsea as an heir and she was much too vapid to take over the business. Richard knew Alfred Stansfield would consider him for the position of company president when Alfred decided to retire. However, if Richard were Alfred’s son-in-law, the positon was a guarantee, along with its seven-figure salary and he would share in Chelsea’s inheritance when the old man finally kicked off. It was a perfect plan. It would have been even better if Chelsea herself were more of a prize. However, Richard knew he could tolerate Chelsea with all her idiotic thoughts and frivolities in order to live the life he had always wanted.
He had already put in a lot of groundwork with Chelsea. Being the doting love interest, the perfect gentleman, the man her father approved of. Hell, they had been out on a dozen dates and he had yet to bed her. She was maintaining some sort of virgin act, for whatever reason, but Richard knew it was a ruse. Their increasingly hot make-out sessions had her grinding against him like no virgin would. He was not sure what kind of game she was playing but he felt no recourse but to play along, much to his dismay. He felt like his balls were the size of grapefruits and blue as all hell.
He shifted in the stylish chair, his butt getting numb. The chair was not nearly as comfortable as it looked but he knew that already. This was not the first time he had spent a considerable amount of time in it waiting for Chelsea. At the sound of his cellphone dinging with a text message, he pulled it from his jacket pocket. He frowned as he read the message from Chelsea. Be down in twenty minutes Ricky. As he slipped the phone back in its place, he sighed. That undoubtedly meant another half-hour or so in Chelsea-time. Plus she had called him ‘Ricky’ again. He hated any shortening of his name and knew she was aware of it. Shaking his head slightly, he leaned back in the chair, tried to get comfortable and wondered if he should just take a quick walk around the block to stretch his legs.
Straightening up once more, Richard inspected his manicured fingernails a moment and then ran a hand over his perfectly coiffed black hair. He wore a two-thousand dollar suit and a monogrammed custom-made shirt. He looked the part and knew it. Dignified, handsome, perhaps even debonair. Chelsea had a damn good thing going too, considering she owed her looks to a thick layer of make-up that gave her a bizarre airbrushed appearance. He hated it yet at the same time was beginning to dread what she might look like without the make-up as he wondered if there was a good reason she applied so much. Her waist length delicately curled blonde hair was her crowning glory but he had learned quickly that it was only due to hair extensions. Additionally he was convinced her tits were not real although he had yet to see her naked. They just did not feel right, odd really, seeing as her father could easily pay for the best plastic surgeon in town.
His bored eyes took in the lavish lobby for the hundredth time. Alfred Stansfield’s wife, Andrea, owned and ran this hotel. Well, soon to be ex-wife, as Richard had discovered. The rumour mill at work had been abuzz for more than a month now, ever since the day Richard witnessed Andrea slam the door to Alfred’s office so hard on her departure it had jammed in a closed position. He had been heading to Alfred’s office when the incident occurred and then had almost jumped out of Andrea’s way as she furiously stomped past him. Richard saw the venom in her eyes even as his had taken the opportunity to admire her curvy body as she stormed by.
Too bad Chelsea had not inherited some of those curves. Unfortunately Chelsea was a product of her status and youth. She dieted and worked out furiously to maintain her rail-thin form. Richard could not understand this any more than he could understand Chelsea’s penchant for calling him ‘Ricky’. Still he was confident life with Chelsea, although less than ideal, would be tolerable. The Stansfields were stinking rich and Richard longed to live in that world. Having a pretty but insipid wife like Chelsea would be a very small price to pay to spend the rest of his life immersed in money and power. Besides, there would be nothing to stop him from having a hot mistress on the side. He knew that Alfred had one and it was undoubtedly the reason for the impending divorce. Richard would just be smarter about hiding his affairs.
Movement in his peripheral vision caused him to turn his head. Andrea Stansfield was walking through the lobby, heading in his direction. He could not help but stare as he watched the long, confident strides of her mile-long legs glimpsed through the almost hip-high slit in her dress. Her shapely calves gave way to delicate ankles and Richard’s attention was then drawn to the Jimmy Choo shoes upon her feet. At least a four-inch stiletto heel could not slow Andrea down as she moved purposefully through the lobby.
Richard sat entranced. As many times as he had been in this hotel, he had yet to encounter Andrea here, even though he knew she also lived in the building. She seemed so focused on some unseen point before her that Richard took the opportunity to visually examine her body. His espresso-coloured eyes greedily took in the swell of her hips, the gorgeous slightly rounded belly, and what were undoubtedly real tits. No surgeon, however skilled he may be, could produce breasts that bounced like that. Her shoulders were slightly wider than her hips and her poise so confident, so strong that Richard was captivated. He wondered if she took control in bed and immediately pictured her riding him hard. The inappropriateness of such a thought caused him to cough aloud.
Andrea turned her head in the direction of the noise and then, to Richard’s discomfort, immediately changed her direction. In a moment she was before his chair and Richard stood, thankful he had not popped a boner while having lascivious thoughts about his girlfriend’s mother.

*
Buy Links:
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/1Kk8iuX
*
Bio:
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been writing stories, and exploring my imagination. I’m a relatively new author in the publishing world, having recently had the first two stories in the There He Sat series, a collection of erotic shorts, being published. Before that I self-published two novels. One is a sweet romance, and the other a somewhat steamier look at the passionate relationship between a single mom and a vampire.
While I have been writing my entire life, I had to set aside my dreams to tend to the realities of attending college, working and raising my family. After planning a career and studying for it, I was sidelined by health issues that continue to plague me. The downtime allowed me to reopen the door to my writing ambitions, and here I am, writing daily and publishing professionally now. If you’d like to check out my work, I write in multiple genres, so there’s something for everyone! You can follow me on social media, as well. Links and all that, as well as my blog, can be found on my website. I’d love for you to visit me there!


Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/PathKnoble




Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Cara Bristol's Stranded With Her Cyborg


Survival themes, sci-fi romance, and Stranded with the Cyborg
By Cara Bristol

I’ve always loved survival themes, humans against the elements. My all- time most favorite childhood book was Island of the Blue Dolphins, by Scott O’Dell, in which a young girl is left behind on island. I think I read it eight times. I also loved Swiss Family Robinson.
One of Star Trek episodes that stands out in my mind is The Way to Eden, in which a group of space hippies are searching for an idyllic planet. When they land there, it’s not what it first appears to be.
I’m a faithful fan of the reality TV show Survivor and I’ve watched other shows like Naked and Afraid and Dude, You’re Screwed. Obviously, reality TV is an oxymoron. I grant you that. But those shows do take people out of their natural element where they’re proficient and comfortable and make them uncomfortable. Isn’t that what great fiction is all about?
The fight for survival is one of things I enjoy about dystopian sci-fi.
It was only a matter of time before I put my characters in a situation where they had to fight for their lives against the elements. While some scenes of Stranded with the Cyborg occur on planet Terra, at space ports and in shuttle craft, the hero and heroine crash land on an uninhabited alien planet that has been placed on the “restricted list” for a very good reason.
Stranded with the Cyborg blurb
Penelope Aaron, the former Terran president’s daughter, regrets how she got Agent Brock Mann booted from the security force. But now that she’s an interplanetary ambassador about to embark on her first diplomatic mission, she still doesn’t want him tagging along. Especially since he seems to be stronger, faster, more muscled, and sexier than she remembers. And pretending to be her husband? This mission couldn’t get more impossible!
Ten years ago Penelope Isabella Aaron had been a pain in Brock Mann’s you-know-what. Much has changed in a decade: “PIA” as he code-named her, has grown up and is about to attend her first Alliance of Planets summit conference, and Brock has been transformed into a cyborg after a near-fatal attack. Now a secret agent with Cyber Operations, a covert paramilitary organization, Brock gets called in, not when the going gets tough, but when the going gets impossible. So when he’s unexpectedly assigned to escort Penelope to the summit meeting, he balks at babysitting a prissy ambassador. But after a terrorist bombing, a crash landing on a hostile planet, and a growing attraction to his protectee, Operation: PIA may become his most impossible assignment yet.
An excerpt from Stranded with the Cyborg
Different, my ass. At the Interplanetary Shuttle Port, Brock leaned against a pillar outside the arrival gate of Pia’s incoming flight and erased from his face all indication of how steamed he was. Pia had lived up to her former code name. She hadn’t changed a bit. He’d have been really pissed if he’d gotten all the way to Terra and then been informed his protectee had gone AWOL. Fortunately, he hadn’t yet boarded his shuttle when Cy-Ops had received word through a secure channel Pia was headed for the ISP. All he had to do was round her up.
All I have to do. He snorted. Nothing involving Pia was ever easy.
The computerized voice announced the landing, but Brock remained where he was and scrutinized the crowd for potential threats. After the craft taxied to the dock and locked to the terminal bridge, passengers began to disembark.
A carryall slung over her shoulder, a naked Pia sashayed into the terminal. She wasn’t technically nude, but Brock’s cyber-enhanced vision could see right through her travel uniform. Only a cascade of blue-black hair streaming to her waist impeded a full view. As she moved, her hair swung, giving him a peep show of generous breasts tipped by rosy nipples. Nothing obscured the tantalizing mound of her sex, the curls trimmed to a neat vee.
Brock yanked his gaze to her face. Thick lashes framed violet eyes over high cheekbones and a cute little chin that masked her stubbornness. The gonna-be-pretty-someday teenager had transformed into a stunning, breathtakingly beautiful woman with a flawless, creamy complexion.
Blood rushed south, and Brock immediately activated his nanocytes to cool the heat. She had no enhanced vision, and his uniform wasn’t transparent, but his erection would be obvious if he didn’t control it.
She was his current protectee, a former accuser, a spoiled, entitled, vindictive hellion who’d derailed his CPO career, all facts his body continued to ignore. This was Carter’s fault. If the director hadn’t interrupted him before he could avail himself of the services of a Darius 4 pleasure droid, he wouldn’t be reacting this way. If his former friend and current superior officer hadn’t forced this assignment on him, he wouldn’t be here at all.
Fuck it all to hell. Brock shoved off from the post.
Pia stopped dead, blocking disembarking passengers. Her jaw dropped, and her huge violet eyes widened more. “Agent Mann?” She hadn’t gotten any taller—she didn’t even top his shoulder.
“Ambassador,” he growled, mad at her, angry with Carter, and furious with himself.
She licked her lips. “W-what are you doing here?”
He took her arm and led her out of the traffic flow. “Is that a question to ask your…husband?” If she was his wife, his real wife, he’d make damn sure she never wore another travel uniform. It didn’t matter that only machine scanners, droids, and cyborgs could see through it.
She jerked and snapped back her head. “You’re my bodyguard? No, absolutely not.” She wrenched her arm out of his grasp. “Despite what my mother believes, I don’t need a babysitter, and certainly not you. You may return to whatever other duties you have,” she said like she was dismissing an android.
“I don’t take orders from you,” he said. “I issue them. You’ll do what I tell you to do.” He leaned in. The scent of her hair swirled around him. “My orders to ensure your safety supersede your assignment. If that means tossing you over my shoulder and putting you on the first flight to Terra, so be it.”






Author bio
Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 20 erotic romance titles. She writes science fiction, contemporary, and paranormal erotic romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.
 Author Newsletter