Official cover of The Discipline by Jade A Waters

THE DISCIPLINE Is Here – And It’s Giveaway Time!

Hurray! It’s here! Today is the release day for The Discipline, book 2 of my Lessons In Control series!

Holy moly, I’m so excited for you to be able to read this book. This whole series has been a whirlwind and a total dream to work on, too, which is why today I’m thrilled to be celebrating the release of the next stage in Maya and Dean’s D/s journey. And in my humble opinion, every good celebration needs some prizes, yes? So, I’m not only going to tell you about the book and share a sexy excerpt, but I also have two—2!—opportunities for you to win some goodies! Yesssss!Official cover of The Discipline by Jade A Waters

First, I want to tell you about the making of The Discipline. As some of you who follow along are aware, I had some big life and health things come up in the making of book 2 that seriously knocked me on my ass. This founded a bit of a joke with pals—wow, was The Discipline taking more discipline than I could fathom. It was a rocky road, complete with more drafts than I’d ever imagined doing before, and between my tremendously fabulous beta readers—Malin James, Tamsin Flowers, and Michael Knight—as well as my kick ass, amazing editor, Rhonda Stapleton, that manuscript got worked like a good little submissive [manuscript] should. 🙂 The first version I wrote is nothing like what it turned out to be, but in the end, I was quite pleased. Honestly, until I turned in edits on book 3, The Reward, just a few weeks ago, I was pretty convinced book 2 was my favorite installment. (Naturally, I think the series just got better though. Stay tuned for more on book 3, out in June!)

But, moving on, I’m sure you don’t want to hear me blather about the making of. You want to know about the book itself—and I am delighted to tell you more about The Discipline! Having established their D/s relationship in The Assignment, Maya and Dean are now continuing on their sexy, explorative path with bigger, sexier adventures (hint: discipline!). Their relationship is also growing, meaning that while they’re working on all their kinks (heh), they’re also working on their budding romance. The Discipline sees them through sexier times, wilder exploration, hotter fantasies, and the reveal of some past secrets in Dean’s life that definitely challenges them in their dynamic. Mmmm…so much fun! But of course, you’ll have to read the book to know what I’m talking about. For now, let me share a smokin’ excerpt. Then, we’ll get to two awesome contest opportunities. Sound good?

Let’s kick off with an excerpt from The Discipline:

Dean seized my waist and whirled me around, using his body to steer me to the bed as a gasp fell from my lips. The front of my thighs met the mattress, the feel of his chest on my back sending tingles through my limbs. Dean played his fingers over my stomach and clasped the silky fabric of my shirt against me. I ached to be naked with him in an instant.

Especially knowing that what was in the bag would please him as much as it would.

“Well?” Dean pressed his mouth against the side of my face, and I heard the speeding of his breath when I lifted the bag. My fingers trembled while I loosened the ties that cinched the top of it together. I wanted to make a show of it, so rather than turning the bag upside down to dump the contents over the bedspread, I reached inside to pull one item out at a time.

First, I held up the coil of rope he’d left at my place.

“Say it.”

“Rope, for you to tie me up with.”

He reached out a hand to fondle the strands with me before I tossed the coil of rope onto the comforter. “A perfect pick. I’d brought some, just in case, but I prefer this one against your skin. You look delectable in burgundy.” His low voice and blatant words made my pussy swell. He’d told me that before, when I was tied up, but it never stopped exciting me. “Keep going.”

I slipped my hand back in the bag as Dean brushed aside my hair, layering soft kisses across the nape of my neck. He slid his fingers up the center of my shirt, and I grabbed the vibrator I used often on my own to hold it up in front of us. Dean growled in my ear when I said, “And my vibrator…”

“You want to be teased, don’t you?”

“Yes.” My cheeks warmed while I set the vibrator down and Dean started to unbutton my shirt. He arched up his hips, his cock digging into my ass, but I kept going. I held up the bottle of lube that had made its way into our repertoire numerous times already, be it for endless rounds of fucking or the bit of anal play we sometimes liked to add to the fun. I purred, “Also, I want to be fucked. A lot. And…everywhere.”

“Christ, Maya.” Dean spun me around to face him, sucking me up in a fevered kiss while I clung to the cinch sack. But I broke away and held up a hand to stop him.

“Wait. I’m not done,” I whispered.

The brightness of his eyes nearly doubled at my insistence. Inside the bag, I thumbed the toy I’d brought that could rock both our worlds. Dean gripped my lower back as I wrestled the flogger up between us, and holding it up made me more aware of its texture and the anticipation blazing within me.

Dean’s smile spread in an intoxicating mix of happy and seductive. He stared at it, then me. “You brought it.”

“I did.”

“Does that mean…?”

“It does. At some point this weekend, I want you to use it on me.” A hypnotic jolt struck me when I said it, the hair lifting on the back of my neck. The prospect, his expression—all of it had my nerves prickling with desire.

Dean pressed his body tighter to mine. “You saying that makes it even hotter.”

“Does it?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

He didn’t say anything more while I swung the flogger beside us, the suede leather strands creating a subtle swish in the room. Dean lowered his mouth to mine again, his hands coming up between us to finish unfastening my shirt buttons down to my waist as I tossed the flogger aside. His tongue was wild, his fingers quick to untuck my shirt from my slacks. But he didn’t help it off or attempt to unhook my bra, instead sweeping his palms over my waist and drawing tingles into my belly before he started trailing his tongue down the center of my chest. Once he dropped to his knees in front of me, I sucked in a breath.

“I cannot wait to use everything that you brought with you. Everything I brought, too.” He curved his hands over my hips and guided me back until my legs met the foot of the bed. As he kept his eyes on me, he undid the button of my pants and teased down my zipper. “Such excellent choices, birthday girl. I think you deserve something special for that.”

His eyes sparkled at the hook of his fingertips under the waist of my slacks to work them down around my ankles. I moved to step out of them, but Dean held them in place with a firm grip over the mass of fabric and my ankles.

“Keep your legs together.”

He broke the drag of his fingers over my hips to urge my hands behind my back. I laced them together, and he returned to his main focus with an abrupt snag of the crotch of my panties. Playfully, he breathed over my already heated sex, never touching me with his mouth while he gazed up at me. My heart picked up the rhythm of a snare drum, but my legs were pressed too tightly together for the delightful trail of his fingers up the seam formed between them. I quivered when Dean stroked the tiny patch of flesh he’d exposed for what felt like an eternity, stirring up my wetness with a touch so light I almost didn’t feel it.

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Oh, yeah. I love that part of the book. It just gets better and better, too, so you’ll definitely want to read the whole thing.

However, now it’s time for two opportunities to win!

First is a chance to win an epub copy of book 1, The Assignment, so that you can read it before you launch your reading of book 2. Entry is easy: simply leave a comment below that (1) tells me your favorite type of discipline (woo-ha!) or, if you’re shier and/or more private about such things and/or just don’t feel like answering that question, then instead (2) tell me why you’d like to read book 1, The Assignment. That’s it! That’s all. Every comment entered by 11:59 pm PST today, March 6, 2017 will be eligible to win the copy of The Assignment, and I will raffle off entries and notify the lucky winner tomorrow, March 7th. Please be sure you register your name and email when you leave your comment so that I can contact you if you win!

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Win me!

Now for giveaway two: a swag goodie bag for early buyers of The Discipline! This one is also easy—anyone who purchases The Discipline and/or pays for a pre-ordered copy during the book’s first three days of release (so by 11:59 pm PST March 9th, 2017) and forwards me their receipt at jade@jadeawaters.com before Saturday, March 11th, 2017 will be eligible to win:

  • Lessons In Control swag: a sexy LIC series bookmark, postcard, and fridge magnet for The Assignment
  • An Amazon gift card for $25
  • And, a personal note from me

Doesn’t that sound fun? I sure hope you’re intrigued. If so, please be sure to purchase your copy of The Discipline by the deadline and forward me your receipt before the weekend so that you’ll be entered to win. You can pick up The Discipline on Amazon or at any of the buy links below. If you are a newsletter subscriber and dove in for the early purchase deal offered there, you will automatically be entered into this chance to win, too! (If you aren’t, please sign up—lots of goodies happen there.) I will be running the raffle for this one over the weekend and contacting the lucky winner the week of Monday, March 13th in order to send along prizes. Thank you for picking up your copy of the book and for reading, too!

I really appreciate your support and am so pumped to offer up these goodies for loyal readers like you. Thanks for entering!

The Discipline Blurb:

How far would you go to fulfill a fantasy?

Maya Clery has taken risks before. Her relationship with Dean Sova started out as a risk—a series of sexual assignments, each hotter, wilder, more intense than the last. Exploring her submissive side with a powerful, trustworthy Dominant has been everything she hoped for, everything she needed.

Dean pushes Maya to her limits—it’s one of the things she loves most about him. But as they push the boundaries outside their sex life, meeting friends and family members, Maya realizes there’s still much she doesn’t know about the man with whom she’s sharing her bed.

And when a fantasy simmering between them becomes their latest challenge, past secrets begin to reveal weaknesses in their relationship that neither is ready to face.

Book two of Lessons in Control 

This book is approximately 78,000 words

One-click with confidence. This title is part of the Carina Press Romance Promise: all the romance you’re looking for with an HEA/HFN. It’s a promise! Find out more at CarinaPress.com/RomancePromise

Carina Press acknowledges the editorial services of Rhonda Edits, LLC

Pick up your copy of The Discipline, eISBN: 9781459294318:

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And happy reading to all!

XX,
Jade

A Recipe, An Excerpt, and A Giveaway!

It’s that time of year—and Christmas is nearly here! Can everybody feel it? I don’t know how it is for other people, but living in the San Francisco Bay Area, we don’t get what one tends to call “winter weather.” I know many a Californian who will tell you it’s damn cold up here this time of year, however, having spent the first 13 years of my life in Nevada—Sparks, Reno, Gardnerville, and Tahoe, to be precise—I have experienced some actual winter weather. I was even quite the young snow bunny in my day (yes 21st place out of 250 kids is bad ass in my mind, thank you very much). But, since I’ve been here in California, I have to say I definitely don’t get that winter feeling at Christmas time anymore.

Truth, though? I don’t miss it. Not one bit! I’m a fair weather kind of gal, so I appreciate the sun and a little warmth outside making chestnuts not roasting on an open fire not a problem for me. Part of it is that I don’t connect winter weather to Christmas cheer. In fact, reflecting on what actually makes it feel like Christmas for me is a very specific and short list: time with those I love and cherish, the smiles on my niece and nephew’s faces during gift time, and, without a doubt, baking.

Yes—to me, Christmas translates into mad baking!

I’m going to go ahead and blame this one on my dad—he’s a brilliant cook and also the crafter of some wickedly delicious cookies, and I can’t tell you how many holidays I’d watch him take over a kitchen to bake cookies for a bunch of people at his work…and wouldn’t you know it? Somewhere in my twenties, this became a thing for me, too. Whenever Christmas time came, my brain automatically reprogrammed for a kitchen takeover in the form of insane baking sprees. And since I’ve always been an overachiever, I couldn’t just make one batch for each recipient. No, no, no, that would never do. I’d make at least five types of cookies (hitting as many as ten one year, I’m not even kidding) and then go and spread that love to upwards of two dozen people. I loved it…all the way through the entire weekend I’d spend living in an apron and considering eating nothing but cookie dough at every meal.

That is, until, I messed up a wrist and wasn’t able to bake one year. That was a funny experience—because all of a sudden, I learned out how calm my life got when I wasn’t making 8,000,000 cookies around the holidays. Go figure.

Still, on occasion, and for super special people, I’ll make a batch (or four). Today, in honor of Blissemas at my place, I thought that since I can’t exactly make a batch for you, I could at least pass along one of my favorite recipes. I got this easy one off the back of a butterscotch chip bag once upon a time, and have been using it ever since. Brace yourself. This is a good one!

Heaven Help Us We’re Going to Pay For It Devil’s Food Chocolate Butterscotch Cookies
(Aptly renamed years ago by me.)

Ingredients:

One boxed package devil’s food cake mix
2 eggs
½ cup vegetable oil
One package of butterscotch chips

Steps:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Mix together cake mix, eggs, and oil. Add chips.
Plop those babies in tablespoon sized dollops onto ungreased cookie sheets.
Bake for 8-10 minutes.
Enjoy.

Yum. Oh, I should make those right now. So easy, and so good!

Speaking of right now, the holiday is a fine time for some new reading and book buying, in my opinion. While my new release, The Assignment, doesn’t take place during Christmas, I can tell you that you’ll find some holiday cheer in the next installment of the Lessons in Control series, The Discipline. For now, though, I thought I’d leave you with a spicy excerpt to complement the sweet recipe above, and after, a chance to win your own copy of the book. How’s that for Christmas spirit? 🙂

Let’s start with an excerpt from The Assignment:

I fetched two glasses and the pitcher of water I kept in the fridge, and Dean followed. He remained quiet as I poured the water and replaced the pitcher on the shelf, but when the fridge door shut, he sidled behind me. It took less than a second, the heat of his chest jolting my core.

Dean hooked his hands on my hips and rested his chin on my shoulder, then he pressed his lips to my cheek and inhaled. “You smell like pussy. Musky and sexy.”Cover of The Assignment by Jade A. Waters

He wrapped his hands around me, bearing against my stomach and pulling me back into him. The thick bar of his crotch nudged high on my ass. Most of the near-orgasmic haze I’d felt in the restaurant bathroom had subsided in our ride, but Dean roamed his hands up my belly and over the silk covering my chest until my body filled with need. He cupped my breasts, and after pinching my nipples through the fabric, he wedged me against the fridge.

“Your reward has two parts.” The words came out a rumble through the strands of my hair, and he yanked the skirt of my dress up around my ass. The stainless steel of my fridge fogged with my breath, and I shuddered when he guided his hand between my thighs. Having handed over my panties, I had no barrier to stop the greedy search of his fingers. Dean slid his fingertips along my crevice, and I gasped. “Christ, you’re wet.”

I bowed my head, the thrum of excitement pounding through me. He took away his fingers and left me empty. “Dean—”

He whipped me around and slammed me back against the fridge. I cried out in surprise, but he dropped to his knees. He hitched my dress up with both of his hands, his eyes glazing as he buried his face in my cleft.

I moaned, my pleasure racing back with the hungry licks Dean made at my folds. I dropped my hands to his head and closed my eyes while he licked at me then sucked hard. My legs began to shake. It was impossible to stand in my heels and I sank down, desperate for his tongue all the way in.

Dean responded. His fingers slipped deep to reach the bundle of nerves inside me. He stroked in and up, his tongue wild and skilled, bringing me ever closer.

“I’m going to come,” I growled. Dean pummeled me with his fingers, lapping at my juices. “Oh, God!”

I fisted his hair when release tore through me. He groaned as my spine bowed, his mouth latched on to me no matter how vigorously I bucked against his face. I shrieked, my legs threatening to give, but Dean didn’t cease. He swiped at my clit with his tongue, his fingers working through the contractions inside me.

“Stop, please.” I peeled open my eyes, my body heaving. The denial at the restaurant, the tense hold on the dance floor—all of it had brought such intensity over me that I started to collapse.

Dean shook his head, his tongue gliding back and forth. “That was part one,” he said.

I tried to scoot away but he nibbled on my clit. I shoved back his head. “Stop!”

“Feisty girl.” Dean leaned away, his face bright with amusement. “Too much sass for one girl.”

My breathing wavered. I squinted to clear my vision, my body too overstimulated for him to continue. “I need a break, please. I can’t.”

Dean planted one last kiss on my mound, then tongued the crease. The moment I thought he’d pull away, he sucked my clit back between his teeth and murmured, “Your break is as long as it takes me to set up part two.”

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Mmmm. Feeling your naughty and nice yet? I sure hope so!

To pair with an extraordinarily easy cookie baking recipe I am naturally providing an easy way for you to win a copy of The Assignment for the holiday. You’ll simply need to comment below with your favorite type of holiday treat by the end of the day (December 16, 2016, 11:59 pm PST), being sure to leave your email when you register the comment. Do that, and boom! You’ll be entered to win. I’ll put the email addresses of all comments received in a hat (Santa hat, even?) and draw one winner for a mobi file copy over the weekend. It could be you!

So, after scribbling down the recipe above that I know you’re going to try for yourself, please be sure to comment below with your favorite holiday treat. I will announce winners in the comments after the contest has closed and will be notifying this person as soon as I draw.

However, if you’re itching to get your hands on The Assignment today, please do so at any of the following locations:

Amazon US     Amazon UK      Barnes & Noble      Google Play      iBooks      Kobo

Until then, thanks so much for stopping by my site for Blissemas, and please keep on following the fun right here.

XX,
Jade

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Chemical [se]X Capture Cupid Blog Hop—Win a Valentine’s Day Prize!

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Hi everyone! It’s almost the big day, you know, V-Day…and in honor of all things Valentine’s, we of Chemical [se]X are running a 14-day blog hop contest. The lovely Oleander Plume—editor of this indie collection and also a graphic design extraordinaire (just check out the sexy image she created above, wowee!)—has gathered some amazing prizes as part of our special blog hop.

The prizes are:

  • A $37 (£25) gift certificate from Belle de Soir
  • Two e-books from Go Deeper Press: First by Jacob Louder and Cream by Lana Fox
  • A $10 gift certificate from Seattle Chocolates
  • A paperback version of Chemical [se]X, signed by the author of your choice

Mmm. Chocolatey and sexy. You totally want to win, don’t you?

Well, the rules are simple—each author is hosting a different segment of the contest on his or her blog through February 13th, and all you need to do is comment on each blog. You can comment once, or, you can comment on every single person’s post through the end of the contest. You can find the full line-up here to keep track and enter as many times as your heart desires.

Speaking of heart’s desires, my story, “The Connection,” is based on a couple who have lost their spark, and its these special chocolates that help bring back the magic they share. I’ve got an excerpt for you below, but first, let’s talk about this leg of the contest.

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One of the things I love about this book—besides working with some fabulous authors I’m honored to know—is the chocolate theme. Why? Because I love chocolate. Okay, really, I love all things candy…if you didn’t hear this through the grapevine, welcome to my reality: I am a sugar fiend. It’s a problem, most of the time, as I have no self-control and love to indulge as often as possible (I swear I’m still talking about candy, guys). I even almost made a sugar-covered bodysuit for a fetish party once, and the only thing that stopped me was the melting potential. I am not kidding!

All that said, I’ve decided to make my stop for this contest incredibly easy for you: all you have to comment on is your favorite Valentine’s Day candy. Really. That’s it! Conversation Hearts? Cinnamon hearts? Marshmallow cherubs? Chocolate roses? Take your pick, and then gimme some sugar. Whoops. I mean, share your sugary addiction with me.

You know you want to!

As promised (and to encourage you), here’s an excerpt from “The Connection”:

Heavy and taunting, the container had banged against her hip when she hoisted her purse over her shoulder, its presence as poignant as the need deep in her sex when she pondered what might happen after Terence came home. The wonder burned on as she waited for him, and when she ran her fingers across the top of the box, she tilted her head coyly to the side. Aubrey could actually smell the truffles through the cardboard and the wrapping, the scent definitively chocolate with a whiff of crisp mint and grass beneath. But there was something else, too. It was earthy and rich, she realized, much like arousal.

Her arousal.

Aubrey wanted to wait for Terence, but she ached to know what these chocolates could do. Lifting the lid, she admired the six candies inside, each piece tempting her from within the black and white polka-dotted foil cups. The store clerk had explained this decorative packaging as specific to the premium box, “guaranteed to satisfy” or her money back tomorrow.

How could she resist?

Quickly, Aubrey grabbed a chocolate and took the smallest nibble, then nested the candy back in its cup. The dark chocolate tingled along her tongue and down her throat when she swallowed, the sensation peculiar and warm. It had to be her imagination, but the lid was barely back on the box when the feeling spread through her neck, her breasts, and her arms. It was powerful, overwhelming and sweet—exactly how she felt when Terence thrust inside her, making her whimper and writhe in passion.

Aubrey gasped.

That. Yes, that.

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Okay, so you’ve had a sample of something sweet—and now I want to hear something sweet from you! Please make sure your email address is linked to your name when you comment below with your favorite Valentine’s Day candy. I’ll be sending all entry names and emails to Oleander Plume to work her drawing magic…and hopefully, you will be one of our two lucky winners.

Thank you in advance for commenting, and be sure to follow along and comment on other blogs for more chances to win. Tomorrow we will move over to Annabeth Leong’s site, then C.E. Hansen’s site the next, and so on and so forth… I hope you’ll join us!

Now, please share your sweets with me! 🙂

XX,
Jade

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A Snog for Sommer—Kisses for a Lovely Lady!

A Snog for Sommer BannerHi everyone,

You may recall the lovely Sommer Marsden joining me a few months back—she is both a fabulous writer and an all around sweetheart. I’ve had several amazing interactions with her myself, and over and over again, I’ve heard others say the same. She’s genuinely the nicest person around, and it’s impossible not to think of Sommer’s writing without knowing about the woman with a giant gold heart behind it all.

Unfortunately, Sommer’s family has been going through a very hard time. Her husband is currently fighting pancreatic cancer, so today, in honor of Sommer’s sweetness, several writers have gotten together to drum up some help for her family. Each author listed on the Snog for Sommer page will be posting an excerpt of a story involving a kiss, and we’re hoping that you will join us in helping Sommer’s family, too. How? On the official Snog page you’ll find a donation widget—so please, if you could, take a peek at all the authors participating and donate a little something for Sommer.Snog for Sommer Button

To provide more incentive, I’m offering up both a prize and an excerpt!

Updated: The previously offered prize of Violet Blue’s Kissing: A Field Guide has been claimed! However, if you are still able to donate, we would surely appreciate it. All you need to do is go to the Snog page and make a donation. Thank you!

To put you in a giving mood, I have a kissing excerpt for you! (Sommer writes the *best* kisses, so this is why there’s a kissing theme!) This excerpt comes from a story I wrote a couple years ago called “Marm,” which is currently hosted over at The Erotic Woman:

Angie backed against her kitchen counter and shifted her legs, the wool of her skirt itchy and grating, contradicting the silky moisture pooling at the apex of her thighs. Sometimes, she had to remind herself that Ms. Patrick did not exist beyond school walls. The dark-framed glasses, the long braid, the wool uniform that constantly aggravated her skin—that was not her.

That was who she channeled, day in and day out: the structured, successful, orderly English teacher she’d become after all these years, teaching at St. Sebastian’s since she’d graduated from college. Max had spent a mere three years there as the brazen Bio teacher, and already he’d inspired all the girls to write their names alongside his in cursive, with hearts and stars and endless swooning commentary. He was a lady killer, at school or at home, but what he was to her was something else—someone who understood that when Ms. Patrick climbed into her car at the end of the day, she became herself.

“Tell you what,” she said. “I’m going to unlock the front door. Give me three minutes, then come in and find me.”

She hung up the phone and unlocked the deadbolt, then ran back to the tile countertop. She hopped onto it and arranged herself just as she’d done this morning in the staff lounge, then resumed the undoing of her shirt until it exposed the top portion of her chest. Angie crossed her feet at the ankles and pitched forward, waiting. The hair stood up on her arms as she wondered what he’d do when he saw her, and the images running through her mind made the heat coil deep within her core.

Max’s three minutes was two, and when his count was up he nearly threw open the door. He pursed his lips and looked her over. Not a word came from his mouth as he inhaled so heavily through his nose she heard it across the kitchen.

Angie cocked her head and shifted her hips on the counter. “Hi there,” she said.

Max still didn’t say anything. He walked with measured steps across the room until he stood in front of her, then placed a hand on either side of her legs. He stared into her eyes. “Do you have a thing for countertops lately, Ms. Patrick?” Then he tilted his head toward her neck, pressing his lips to the edge of her jaw. He trailed his mouth down to her collar.

“I thought you were after Angie?”

Max nibbled at her skin, rolling it gently between his teeth. He cupped his hands around her ass and raised his mouth to her upper lip. “No.”

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“Oh?” Angie maintained her straight back but closed her eyes as his lips lingered over hers.

“I’m after the real Ms. Patrick. The one that exists beneath that rigid shell.”

She ducked her head. “She’s right here, you know.”

“Almost,” he said. He ran his finger along the flaps of her blouse, peering into her face. “She’s still breaking free.”

Angie slid off the counter and to the floor. Her pulse raced—he always said such things. He was thirty-four, and handsome, and though he was only a few years younger, his pushiness was not so different from that of their students. “Wine?” she muttered.

Max watched her while she poured the red liquid first into his glass and then her own. She raised it to her lips and he took a drink as well, then walked around the bar top. Before she finished her sip, he snatched her glass away and pushed her back against the tile.

“Whoa! What’s this?”

He planted his lips on hers, cutting off her words, her breath. Angie sucked air in through her nose and sank into the kiss, enjoying the probe of his tongue as his hands clawed their way across her lower back. He rubbed the contour that formed above her bottom and growled. He was most certainly not like the other men she’d dated.

“This is what I’m after,” he said between kisses. He fondled her buttons and tugged them open. Angie shivered—and when she teasingly pulled away, Max shoved his pelvis into hers, pinning her against the counter. “My sweet, sweet marm.”

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Want to read more? Head on over to The Erotic Woman to read the full story for free. But before you do, please hop over to the Snog for Sommer page and make a contribution to help out her family.

Thanks so much for supporting the cause!

XX,
Jade

 

 

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The Sexy Mad Libs Finale—And the Winner is…

All right everyone. It’s time. I crossed my fingers and toes for all the contestants who entered the Sexy Mad Libs contest hoping to win a copy of Violet Blue’s The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy, and now it’s time to reveal a winner.

Cover of The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy

Here was the challenge: since I love games, and I was inspired by a round of sexy Mad Libs in my past (eh-hm), I wrote a 300-word flash piece and accidentally left out some words—which the contestants needed to supply for me. These are the phrases and words that were missing from my story:

[method of restraint, preferably as a past tense verb]
[type of furniture]
[color]
[small and light inanimate noun]
[type of cording or long strand]
[pet name]
[adverb to describe fucking]
[body part—um, ideally not a bony one]
[type of sound made by a person during sex]
[adverb]
[a verb bodies do]
[verb to describe crash, ending in –ed]
[verb requiring contact with something else]
[another sound made by a person during sex]

Fortunately, I had a few people help me out, and as promised, I am going to post the story here with the Mad Libs phrases in place!

So, are you ready?

The winner of Violet Blue’s The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy is…

*Reaches into hat.* *Raises an eyebrow.* *Grins.*

WAIT!

(Yeah I see you over there. Calm yourself.)

Here’s the deal, folks. I had so much fun reading all of the entries, I’ve actually decided to post three versions just to give you a feel for how hilarious this was over on my end. Some parts of them made sense, some of them didn’t, and some of them…well, you’ll see. I fixed tenses where necessary, but otherwise, all entered phrases are intact.

The secret? One of these posted versions is the winner…so after all three versions (posted in no particular order), I’ll make the big announcement. Brace yourself! It’s good. Here we go:

Super Sexy Mad Libs Version #1, by Trix:

He had her cuffed, her body folded over the ottoman and her hands locked at her low back. The teal Lego minifigure dangled on a [strand of] silk above her face, and Beth stuck out her tongue, trying to reach—but David held her back enough that she’d have to work much, much harder for it.

“Ready, Ace?”

She nodded. This was the game tonight—to take him, forcefully deep and fast, while he kept her from the Lego minifigure. But if she reached it, he’d let her come.

David smacked her buttock. “Beth… You didn’t answer.”

“Fuck me,” she gasped.

His cock was quick to her warmth, slicking against the wet seam of her cunt as she moan[ed]. Beth stretched out her tongue, but the pressure of him yanking back on her wrists was too great. When he thrust inside her, his motion almost shoved her forward enough. Still, David managed to control her reach and Beth’s mind spun—it would take a good strong fucking, an intense pounding, something so enthusiastically deep and hard and sweet for her to reach that Lego minifigure—but she wanted it more than anything.

“Please,” she cried. “More!”

David’s breath grew heavier, his thrusts more frenzied. Her body grope[d] as his pace increased.

“David, fuck, yes!”

His force collided her hard against the ottoman. Beth’s eyes popped open just as her tongue [clung to] the tiny Lego minifigure.

“Yes! I win!” she gasped.

David slipped his fingers between the ottoman and her mound, swiping at her to make her come.

But the truth was Beth didn’t need it—the sweetest bliss coursed through her even before David touched her clit, and once she trembled around him, he collapsed over her body with a scream.

“New rules. We move the Lego minifigure farther next time,” he said.

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Super Sexy Mad Libs Version #2, by Oleander:

He had her hog tied, her body folded over the broken down (and stained) futon and her hands locked at her low back. The red shot glass dangled on a [string of] nylon above her face, and Beth stuck out her tongue, trying to reach—but David held her back enough that she’d have to work much, much harder for it.

“Ready, Mr. Jingles?”

She nodded. This was the game tonight—to take him, riding the hobby horse deep and fast, while he kept her from the shot glass. But if she reached it, he’d let her come.

David smacked her penis. “Beth… You didn’t answer.”

“Fuck me,” she gasped.

His cock was quick to her warmth, slicking against the wet seam of her cunt as she [cried] “Uhhhhnnnnn!” Beth stretched out her tongue, but the pressure of him yanking back on her wrists was too great. When he thrust inside her, his motion almost shoved her forward enough. Still, David managed to control her reach and Beth’s mind spun—it would take a good strong fucking, an intense pounding, something so sloppily deep and hard and sweet for her to reach that shot glass—but she wanted it more than anything.

“Please,” she cried. “More!”

David’s breath grew heavier, his thrusts more frenzied. Her body hump[ed] as his pace increased.

“David, fuck, yes!”

His force excited her hard against the broken down (and stained) futon. Beth’s eyes popped open just as her tongue fondle[d] the tiny shot glass.

“Yes! I win!” she gasped.

David slipped his fingers between the broken down (and stained) futon and her mound, swiping at her to make her come.

But the truth was Beth didn’t need it—the sweetest bliss coursed through her even before David touched her clit, and once she trembled around him, he collapsed over her body with an “OhSweetJesus!”

“New rules. We move the shot glass farther next time,” he said.

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Super Sexy Mad Libs Version #3, by F. Leonora:

He had her shackled, her body folded over the love seat and her hands locked at her low back. The vermillion spark dangled on a braided [cord] above her face, and Beth stuck out her tongue, trying to reach—but David held her back enough that she’d have to work much, much harder for it.

“Ready, miel?”

She nodded. This was the game tonight—to take him, roughly deep and fast, while he kept her from the spark. But if she reached it, he’d let her come.

David smacked her thigh. “Beth… You didn’t answer.”

“Fuck me,” she gasped.

His cock was quick to her warmth, slicking against the wet seam of her cunt as she grunt[ed]. Beth stretched out her tongue, but the pressure of him yanking back on her wrists was too great. When he thrust inside her, his motion almost shoved her forward enough. Still, David managed to control her reach and Beth’s mind spun—it would take a good strong fucking, an intense pounding, something so morbidly deep and hard and sweet for her to reach that spark—but she wanted it more than anything.

“Please,” she cried. “More!”

David’s breath grew heavier, his thrusts more frenzied. Her body waltz[ed] as his pace increased.

“David, fuck, yes!”

His force crescendoed her hard against the love seat. Beth’s eyes popped open just as her tongue bumped the tiny spark.

“Yes! I win!” she gasped.

David slipped his fingers between the love seat and her mound, swiping at her to make her come.

But the truth was Beth didn’t need it—the sweetest bliss coursed through her even before David touched her clit, and once she trembled around him, he collapsed over her body with a pant.

“New rules. We move the spark farther next time,” he said.

#

Okay, have you stopped giggling yet? I still can’t. This was just too fun!

But now it really is time for the big reveal…Drumroll please…

The winner of Violet Blue’s The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy is…

F. Leonora!

Congratulations, F. Leonora! You won! *Throws confetti everywhere.* (And oh my god, the spark and the tongue! Yowsa!) 🙂 I’ll be contacting you today to coordinate your prize!

Now, in case anyone’s curious, I figured I should reveal my original version of the story. Here it is:

The Game
by
Jade A. Waters

He had her cuffed, her body folded over the counter and her hands locked at her low back. The gold bell dangled on a chain above her face, and Beth stuck out her tongue, trying to reach—but David held her back enough that she’d have to work much, much harder for it.

“Ready, love?”

She nodded. This was the game tonight—to take him, deep and fast, while he kept her from the bell. But if she reached it, he’d let her come.

David smacked her ass. “Beth… You didn’t answer.”

“Fuck me,” she gasped.

His cock was quick to her warmth, slicking against the wet seam of her cunt as she whimpered. Beth stretched out her tongue, but the pressure of him yanking back on her wrists was too great. When he thrust inside her, his motion almost shoved her forward enough. Still, David managed to control her reach and Beth’s mind spun—it would take a good strong fucking, an intense pounding, something so unbearably deep and hard and sweet for her to reach that bell—but she wanted it more than anything.

“Please,” she cried. “More!”

David’s breath grew heavier, his thrusts more frenzied. Her body shook as his pace increased.

“David, fuck, yes!”

His force slammed her hard against the counter. Beth’s eyes popped open just as her tongue tapped the tiny bell.

“Yes! I win!” she gasped.

David slipped his fingers between the counter and her mound, swiping at her to make her come.

But the truth was Beth didn’t need it—the sweetest bliss coursed through her even before David touched her clit, and once she trembled around him, he collapsed over her body with a groan.

“New rules. We move the bell farther next time,” he said.

*

Honestly, I’m tickled by every version of this story, and I hope you all enjoyed the contest.

A giant thank you to everyone who played along, and congratulations again to F. Leonora! I’ll be in touch shortly! 🙂

XX,
Jade

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Last Call for Entries, and Other Delights…

Holy smokes! Time is running out! Have you entered the Sexy Mad Libs game for your chance to win a copy of Violet Blue’s The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy? If not, please do! The deadline is today at 4 pm PST. You can play right here, so consider this your last call…and since you haven’t missed out yet, I hope you’ll play!

Speaking of not missing out…there have been a lot of fireworks going on over here this month. If you missed anything, here was the streak of sizzling excitement that set this place on fire!

  • First, the fabulous Rose Caraway narrated my story, “Soundscapes,” for the Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast. It was such an honor and a treat to hear her read my story! You can check out the back story here and listen to the podcast for free right here.
  • Next, the second episode of Pillow Talk Secrets revealed our fondness for Alison Tyler’s beautifully written Dom, Sandy, from Those Boys. We also talked a bit about how we write Doms in general. Want to know more? Check out the episode right here.
  • The next day, endlessly awesome A.M. Hartnett came by to reveal all sorts of dirty details about her three books on tour, Uncover Me and the first two books of The Carried Away series. Catch up on that interview right here to learn about the books as well as some fun facts about A.M. herself!
  • And finally, the amazing Alison Tyler madness continued on Sunday, when she gave me the honor of an exclusive interview with Sandy, the vibrant and incredibly sexy Dom in her new novelette, Those Boys, from Go Deeper Press! Sandy makes me a little giddy, but somehow, I made it through the interview. Please check it out to hear me swoon learn more about this divine character. You will not regret it!

Okay, I think that’s it! Don’t forget to enter the Sexy Mad Libs contest by 4 pm PST today. I’m crossing my fingers and toes for you if you’ve entered, and will announce the winner first thing tomorrow! XX, Jade

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Hot Mad Libs and The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy Blog Tour!

Today, I am delighted to host the next stop on The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy blog tour! And, not only do I get to tell you about this incredibly hot book from Violet Blue (and it’s hot, folks), but I’m quite thrilled to announce that this stop has a game and giveaway involved! That’s right—if you win, you will get your very own copy of this delicious book! Wow!

Cover of The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy

So, first, let me tell you a bit about The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy: How to Have Incredible Sex with Role Play, Sex Games, Erotic Massage, BDSM Play and Much, Much More. This book is filled with Violet Blue’s comprehensive expertise on all things fantasy, from role play to threesomes, to striptease, clubs, and public encounters. On top of all sorts of fantastic advice and handy resources, the book is packed with erotic stories to help you explore your fantasies—by none other than Alison Tyler. Talk about a sexy deal!

Before we launch the game, here’s the official blurb:

Join the legions of couples and singles who are making their hottest sexual fantasies come true. Whether you’re looking for an endless supply of fantasy ideas or expert advice for a playful, imaginative sex life, this information-packed book will tell you exactly what you need to know. Forbes web-celeb Violet Blue has compiled comprehensive lists of the most popular fantasies and fetishes, complete with suggestions for props, toys, and costumes (and where to buy them). Blue takes a nuanced approach to helping you decide just how far to take your fantasies. Whatever your desires, The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy: How to Have Incredible Sex with Role Play, Sex Games, Erotic Massage, BDSM Play and Much, Much More will help you create the scenarios of your wildest dreams.

Discover how to:

    • Uncover your lover’s secret fantasies
    • Role-play without feeling silly
    • Navigate your first threesome—where DOES that sixth arm go?
    • Have sex in public
    • Create thrilling S/M scenarios
    • Strip, lap dance, and talk dirty

The book is available at:        Cleis Press                Amazon

Sounds like a fabulous book, doesn’t it? And though there were many more fantastic fantasies and ideas contained within than are listed above, there was one section that really caught my eye—that is, an entire chapter on sex games. See, I’m a bit of a playful person (shocker, I know), and a few years back I had a lover with whom I played many a sexual game. A particular favorite involved a bottle of wine, a few naughty promises, and a round of sexy mad libs.

Here’s what happened: I wrote him a story about what I thought would be fun for us to do on our next encounter…but I left a whole lot of blanks in it. I sent this story to him with instructions—he needed to find words to fill in the blanks, and once he did, I would show up with the wine so we could finish the story.

Suffice it to say, he had some pretty good word choices to help out. 😉

Now, years later, I’m turning this game on its head—and giving you an opportunity to win with it. I’m hoping you’ll play, because if you win, you will get your hot little hands on your very own copy of The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy. Score!

Here’s how to play: I’ve written a sexy flash story of about 300 words…but oopsy, I seem to have omitted several of them! I’ll need you to fill in all the blanks below, as specified (please get as dirty as you’d like, but be sure to use a noun for a noun, and a color for a color, and a piece of furniture for a piece of furniture, etc.). Once you’ve picked your words/phrases, all you need to do to enter is comment below with the following:

  • Name
  • Email address
  • Your choices for the blanks.

Your deadline is 4 p.m. PST on Wednesday, July 23rd. That’s ten whole days for you to get crafty with your word choices!

After the deadline, I’ll print out all the entries and draw a winner—and on Thursday, July 24th, the winning set of responses will be posted in the story right here on this blog. I can’t wait to see what you come up with—and how this story turns out! How crazy and kinky can we get together, people? (And will it make any sense?!) 😉

All right, ready to get your game on? Here are the blanks you need to fill:

[method of restraint, preferably as a past tense verb]
[type of furniture]
[color]
[small and light inanimate noun]
[type of cording or long strand]
[pet name]
[adverb to describe fucking]
[body part—um, ideally not a bony one]
[type of sound made by a person during sex]
[adverb]
[a verb bodies do]
[verb to describe crash, ending in –ed]
[verb requiring contact with something else]
[another sound made by a person during sex]

Oh, I can’t wait. Please be sure to post your entry in the comments below with your name and email addy so I can contact you if you win. And don’t forget, you have until 4 p.m. (PST) on Wednesday the 23rd!

This will be so fun! 🙂

XX,
Jade

Violet Blue is the best-selling author of numerous sex-instruction books, including The Ultimate Guide to Cunnilingus and The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio. She also writes about erotica, pornography, and sexual pleasure and health for magazines such as O: The Oprah Magazine, Newsweek, Cosmopolitan, Esquire, Glamour, Maxim, Marie Claire, Men’s Health, Penthouse, Redbook, and more. She lives in San Francisco. Find her online at tinynibbles.com and on Twitter @VioletBlue.

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Get Your Sexy Vote On!

Great news, everyone—Round Three of the Smut Marathon is up!

This round was quite a challenge for me, and I plan to tell you all about it soon. But in the meantime, please click on over to Alison Tyler’s place and vote for your favorite story…

The poll is open until Friday night.

Thanks for voting!

XX,
Jade

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Vote, Vote, Vote…

Just a quickie to let you know that Round 2 of Alison Tyler’s Smut Marathon 2014 is up!

Once again, I have an entry in this Survivor-esque game of erotica writing challenges. We, the competitors, are subject to Ms. Tyler’s whims (aka assignments)…and then you, the lucky reader, get to vote!

As before, I can’t tell you which entry is mine—but I can bat my eyelashes and beg you to vote. Pretty please? With sugar and cherries on top?

Click right here to head on over to Ms. Tyler’s place and cast your vote! The entries are hot!

The poll is open until midnight on Sunday, and I’ll post results as soon as I know them.

Thanks for voting!

XX,
Jade