WIP IT UP Wednesday – February 4th, A Warm Night on the Beach

WIPimage2Happy WIP IT UP Wednesday!

Today we get to share a little glimpse into our current works-in-progress. Thank you, Melody Parks for hosting this fun blog hop. If you’ve happened along this page for the first time and you’re interested in joining next week, check out Melody’s page HERE and sign up.Β  πŸ™‚

Did you catch my little car sex teaser last week? Sticking with the same (yet untitled) work-in-progress, I’m going to back it up a notch. Winter is harsh and cold this time of year in my neck of the woods so I’ve been daydreaming a lot about warm summer nights on the beach. Daydreaming often leads to writing.

Big sigh…

What about a warm summer night with a guy who is just too hot to handle?

Now we’re talking…


How could she be so bold to lure this man out into the darkness? But it wasn’t fear that she felt. Her panties dampened at the mere thought of him having his way with her even though she somehow knew that she could trust him not to put a hand on her unless she’d asked for it.

Begged for it.

Breathless, she started walking toward the door knowing he would follow.

“It’s a beautiful evening,” he said, “Would you like to go for a walk?”

“That would be nice,” she said still trying to catch her breath and clean her thoughts.

He put out his hand for her as she started walking, for which she was grateful because the drinks had definitely taken effect, leaving her to sway a little as she moved. She leaned against his arm lightly as he lead her. Probably this evening would end with Mike dropping her off at a hotel, making sure she was safe as she checked in, and then telling her how nice it was to meet her and oh yeah, good luck with the boyfriend. See you later, alligator. All the same, it gave Abigail a little thrill to imagine luring him into her room, to think that within the next hour, she and Mike would be tangled in the sheets engaged in some sort of sordid affair, just another notch in his belt. She’d never done such a crazy and reckless thing before. What would it be like, she wondered.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked interrupting her thoughts just as she was imaging opening his jeans. She cleared her throat and giggled nervously.

“Nothing really. Just enjoying the night.”

They walked in silence toward the beach. Wherever Mike was leading her, she realized that they were almost completely alone. It obviously wasn’t an area that was a magnet to tourists. The full moon shone brightly down over them giving the world a pale, blue glow. It was always so strange to her how in darkness, every small sound seemed amplified including the rush of waves washing over the sand. She was very much in tune with his gentle exhale when Mike stopped along the water’s edge just to the point that water licked his toes. Abigail did the same, kicking of her shoes so that she could feel the sand. They made small talk about the town, about the beach, about how many years Abigail had come here and never found anything so simple and yet so amazing. Was it because this place itself was magical or was it something about the company that she shared? She knew one thing for certain, Kent never made her body feel so alive just by standing next to her.

Mike pulled Abigail close, locking his arms around her waist. She didn’t resist as he lowered his head to press his mouth against hers. She closed her eyes and shut out the world around her, aware only of the joining of their lips and the aching need to feel so much more.

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling away abruptly, “I shouldn’t have done that.”


Maybe he shouldn’t have? But I think he should do a lot more. Don’t you? πŸ˜‰

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Wednesday Work In Progress – Car Sex Anyone?

Sexy glamour girl sitting in a carHappy Hump Day!

Although I would have liked to participate in the WIP Wednesday blog hop, that site will no longer accept my wordpress blog address … so, that’s okay. Going it alone this week but still sharing a little teaser from my current work-in-progress anyway.

Abigail has just found out that her boyfriend is cheating on her. Not sure where to go or what to do with herself, she ends up in a bar and meets Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome. While she’s never been the type to go for a one night stand, current circumstances have her thinking outside the box … and outside the bed.

I hope you enjoy this little teaser and if so, keep your eyes posted on this site because it will be released as my newest ebook at the beginning of February. Buckle up and enjoy the ride…


He hesitated at the steering wheel, almost as if he was having second thoughts about taking her home. She slid over the seat and took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her so that they were nose to nose. She kissed him, tasting and testing him, parting her lips and inviting him to play.

“Damn, Abigail,” he said.

“Take me home, Mike, and do what you want with me. Remember, I’m that girl looking for a hot guy to make me forget all my troubles.”

His hands moved along her back and slipped under her tank top, teasing the soft skin underneath.

“What do you want me to do with you?” he asked. His strong hand cupped her breast and gently teased her nipple as she pushed back against him.

“Anything you want.”

His raised eyebrows made her quiver slightly inside. What would he want to do given the option to do anything at all, she wondered. Her hand moved down his chest and rested at his groin where she stroked his length through his jeans until he moaned and moved her hand away.

“I’m going to have you right here in the truck if you don’t stop that.”

“Is that what you want?” she whispered in his ear.

She reclaimed the passenger seat but not for the reasons he thought. His eyes never left the movement of her fingers as she unsnapped her shorts and pushed them slowly, seductively over her hips and down to the floor. Left in only her panties, she rubbed herself lightly through the thin fabric, feeling the soaking wetness coat her fingers. She wondered if he could see how wet she was? Could he smell her arousal as it permeated the air around them? Just the thought of him inhaling her turned her on even more.

“Oh shit,” he said finally giving in and pressing her head back into the head rest as he claimed her mouth with his. The gentleness of his touch was gone, replaced by the demanding need that overpowered. His hand went down to his jeans, freeing himself quickly as he turned her body in the seat so that he could spread her legs wide.


WIP Wednesday – January 14th

WIPimage2Welcome to WIP Wednesday hosted by Melody! It’s been a while since I had the pleasure of participating with this great group of authors but a new year brings new adventures and here I am…

For those who aren’t familiar with WIP Wednesday, this is our opportunity to share a little teaser from a current work-in-progress. The stories are likely to change as they make their way down the writing path through revisions and edits, but it’s fun to share a little sneak peek into the creative process along the way.

My writing slowed down a lot at the end of 2014 while other activities took precedence but I’m happy to say that I’ve been back at the keyboard and I have a couple of new ideas that I’m working through. It may seem strange that although the holidays have passed, I’m still plugging away at a Christmas story but well, I am. Better late than never, right? Although the story takes place around the festive season, it is as much a glimpse into an erotic encounter between two lonely people as anything else. I hope you enjoy my short snippet and please feel free to share your thoughts.


Inadvertently, my attention returned to the amber haired woman sitting diagonal to me. She had her eyes closed and I wondered what images played in her mind as she rested? I glanced down to her chest, bundled away in a thick winter coat and marveled in the way I could see her chest rise and fall with steady breaths. I imagined her breasts, full and heavy in my palms, nipples pert and light brown to match her hair. Did she taste as good as she smelled? I shifted uncomfortable, fully aware of my thickening cock. I pretended to read a news article as I reclaimed my breathing and returned to normal.

My phone vibrated again. Avoiding my family this Christmas had only made things worse. I had lied and send I would be spending Christmas with Emily’s family and now everyone assumed that meant I had finally bought the ring. The truth was, Emily and I had been more off than on in our three year relationship and while everyone seemed to believe we were an ideal couple, I didn’t see it. She wanted to see me tonight according to the message on my phone. Agitated, I typed an angry response. After our last fight, I hadn’t expected to hear from her again at all but before I hit send, I softened. I backspaced through my harsh words, canceling them out completely and put my phone away. I would come up with a better response later.

The truth was I didn’t hate Emily, I hated myself. She was everything I was supposed to want in my life right now and the only reason we weren’t married with a kid already was the fact that I was too stubborn to accept that she was exactly where I should be in life. Maybe my family was right, I thought with a sigh. I glanced back at the auburn haired girl and much to my surprise, she was staring right at me. I even looked around, startled, to see who else might have captured her attention but most of the other passengers around me had already gotten off the train. She smiled and my heart warmed. It was a sign, I decided, and in a last minute effort to salvage whatever I could of my failing relationship, I took the next stop and made a detour to the mall before work that morning.


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WIP Wednesday, October 8th


Welcome to WIP Wednesday and thank you, Melody, for hosting this fun blog hop. I’m grateful for the opportunity to participate and share my little teasers amongst some very talented authors. For anyone who doesn’t know, WIP Wednesday is an opportunity to share a little sneak peek from our current work-in-progress. They are likely to change as they make their way down the writing path, but it’s still exciting to get that first glimpse into a story as it takes shape.

Over the past two weeks, I have been focusing my attention on the Halloween anthology titled Corrupted Desires that I have been fortunate to be a part of. I’m really excited about the upcoming release of this free ebook but I’ve gone back and forth quite a lot in whether I should share another little peek at my story, Come to Me, from that anthology, or if I should switch gears and share something entirely different. Decisions, decisions…

Ultimately, I’ve decided to share something new. #SecretProject is coming soon and I’m honored to be one of the eight authors involved in this awesome project. After you’ve read my little teaser, please, please, please take a moment to join in the thunderclap campaign to help spread the news. It’s greatly appreciated!


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“You have a beautiful home,” she said trying to regain her composure once he’d let go.
“Thank you.” He moved around behind Clara and caressed her breast, squeezing it with warm hands. His other hand stroked her belly and grazed the upper region of her pubic hair.
“Oh!” Clara squealed as he reached down and slipped a finger between the folds of her sex. There was no pretending that his touch did not affect her as he glided easily through the slippery wetness.
“You are lovely.”
Clara tried to pull away from him but he only pulled her closer to his body as his erection pressed into her backside. She closed her eyes waiting for the moment to end, still toggling between uncertainty and incredible desire. Jenna closed in, pressing soft wet lips against Clara’s and parting her mouth with her tongue. Clara had never kissed another woman before and the feeling overwhelmed her senses. She wanted to tell Jenna to stop but the reality was that she’d wanted this from the moment that she saw her friend stretched out naked on the bed. Maybe she’d always wanted it. She couldn’t remember anymore.
Her wildest fantasies, Adam had promised her when they met and although she’d never admitted to having any, this certainly would top that list if she did.
“You like that, don’t you, Clara?” Jenna asked. Jenna caressed Clara’s arms from top to bottom and then back up again, massaging her shoulders, and gliding with purpose toward exposed breasts after Jacob pulled away the cover to reveal Clara’s body. Jenna stooped to take Clara’s nipple into her mouth, sucking gently at first and then slightly harder until Clara moaned. Once she was satisfied with the attention she’d given to one side, she moved to the other breast and repeated the motions. Now Clara needed the support that Jacob offered her so that she did not simply collapse from the pleasure that Jenna offered her body.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking into Adam’s eyes who had taken the liberty to join them, positioning himself behind Jenna so that he could kiss and nibble the back of her neck and grasp her nipples, pinching them between his fingers.
Clara tilted her head back until it rested on Jacob’s shoulder and allowed him to begin kissing and manipulating her in a similar fashion while he watched Adam with Jenna mirroring Adam’s movements. Just when Clara believed that they had simply swapped sexual partners, Jenna turned in Adam’s arms and suggested in a loud whisper against his ear that Adam help guide her in teasing and driving Clara wild. Adam agreed readily.


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WIP IT UP Wednesday, October 1st

WIPimage2Happy October! Welcome to my post in the WIP It Up Wednesday Blog Hop. This is the day when we get to share little snippets of our current work-in-progress. Thank you to Melody for hosting this blog hop. You can find the list of participants on the official WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY blog.

Last week I shared a snippet of a story that I’d been planning to submit to a dark erotic anthology titled Corrupted DesiresΒ  set to release on October 13th, just in time for Halloween! I thought it would be fun to revisit that story this week and share the anthology cover and blurb in anticipation of its release. (Check back after the 13th for links to get your copy – it will be free.)

First, a brief teaser from my story Come to Me


“Come to me,” Laura begged the night, “Are you there?”
Her fingers rested on the edge of the planchette. “Are you with me?” she asked again. At first nothing happened but she persisted. Desperation had brought her this far and she was too close to feeling him around her to give up now. Deep within, a desire burned. It traveled down her arms, into her hands, and settled at her fingertips. The planchette glided slowly toward yes and stopped. Laura sucked in a gulp of air and tried to steady her nerves.
“I miss you so much,” she whispered to the board. She looked around at the darkness that flickered in the glow of the candlelight and brushed off the anxiety gnawing at the pit of her stomach. This is what she’d wanted all along, wasn’t it? She returned her attention to the board where her fingers still rested on the planchette and whispered, “Mike, you can’t leave me here alone.”
This time the planchette moved with purpose, darting across the board, pausing only long enough for her to acknowledge one letter before it moved to the next as it spelled out its message. The heat at her fingertips grew with such intensity that she almost let go. Laura’s heart pounded in her chest. He was truly here with her now. She longed to feel his arms around her.
He needs you.
“He? Who is he? Who are you?” she muttered in confusion. Panic filled her veins. If she wasn’t talking to Mike then who was she talking to?
“I’m going to join you,” she said in a hushed voiced. It was the first time she’d said the words out loud even though she’d been planning this moment from the time she’d lost him. “Wherever you are, stay there because I’m coming. Don’t leave me. We’re going to be together again.”
The planchette flew out from under her fingertips and raced to the other end of the board where it settled.
Laura couldn’t move it. She sat back in her chair with wide eyes. In the far corner of the room, she saw a long, dark shadow stretch across the floor. She sank into her chair as the shadow inched closer, reaching out and taking the form of a hand as it brushed across her ankle.




**** WARNING! ****
This book contains extreme BDSM, violence, graphic sexual situations, and dark supernatural and paranormal scenes. This book is only for those aged 18+. It is for those with an open mind and for those who ARE NOT easily offended.

This Halloween there will be no treats, only tricks. Tricks on your blackened mind, that is.

Corrupted Desires is not the sort of book that will have you skipping amongst the daisies and leaves you with that feel good feeling. This jaw dropping, dark erotic book will give you that prickly feeling on the back of your neck. It will send a chill right to your bones and it will most definitely mess with you head.

Allow these nine authors to show you what their definition of corruption is, as they take you down an intensely dark path to the unknown and the unfamiliar on All Hallows’ Eve. Let them bring a whole new meaning to the words “bump in the night.”


WIP Wednesday, Sept 24th

WIPimage2Welcome to WIP Wednesday! Each Wednesday a group of authors get together to share teasers from their current works-in-progress. I’m excited to say that this week I’m joining the fun!

This week’s teaser comes from a short story that I wrote for an upcoming anthology. If you like it, and I hope you do, check back soon for the details on where you can find not only this story but several others because those details are soon to follow…


“Hello?” he repeated but there was no one there. He looked at the display of incoming calls but according to his phone, the last call he’d received was at seven that evening. “Well, isn’t that just great,” he muttered to himself, “Now my phone is fucked too. Just what I need.”
Just as he leaned back against his pillow to stare at the ceiling, the phone buzzed again. He turned his head to watch the phone dance across the bedside table with the vibrations, moving dangerously close to falling over the edge. He reached over and picked it up, looking at the display before answering it.
“Shit,” he whispered before accepting the call and bringing the phone to his ear.
Come to me.
“Hello? Hello? Who is this?” He tossed the phone aside in frustration. Someone was playing tricks on him, he decided. Probably one of his asshole friends from the party who decided that he would be the perfect recipient of their little Halloween prank. Poor, desperate Alex that can’t keep a girl in his life. Damn it, he thought again. Had he really become that pathetic? He reached over and powered off his cell phone and made his way to the shower. Although the phone call had helped to distract him, the images from his dream still lingered. Funny thing was, this time it wasn’t Michelle and her new lover he was dreaming about. It was someone else, some beautiful vixen, and she’d been in danger. In danger of what? He wasn’t certain. He didn’t know why a stranger in a dream would affect him so much but he realized as he stripped his boxers and turned on the hot water in the shower that he was still shaking. In danger of my hard on, he muttered under his breath.
She needs me.
In response, his cock twitched and stiffened to the point of discomfort. He tried to ignore it but as the warm water poured down around him, he could feel her hands grip him. He could see her mouth open in invitation and he was powerless to do anything except give in to the control that she held over him. She needed him and so help him god, if this was how she needed him, who was he to complain? It had been so long since anyone had touched him this way. Maybe forever.
He watched entranced as the water flowed down, soaking her dark hair and plastering it to her face. He moaned as she worked him, so soft, so insistent. She slid her ample breasts against his body as she rose to her feet and claimed his mouth. So soft, so wet, so inviting. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him.
His hands glided effortlessly against wet skin until he cupped her ass in his hands and sank deep into her core. She threw her head back in ecstasy. Water continued to pour down around them. He turned her until her back was against the wall of the shower, bracing her there so that he could fill her over and over. Relentless. Madness would claim him if he didn’t have all of her.


Thanks for reading my little snippet! If you enjoyed it, be sure to drop me a comment and let me know. Then, be sure to hop on over to read more spicy tidbits from my fellow authors. You won’t be disappointed. πŸ˜‰ Since I can’t get the code to work, here’s the link to the blog list —> CLICK HERE!

Take a Left Turn at Wednesday

hump dayHappy Hump Day, as they say. We’re midweek, which is bittersweet. On one hand, we have the weekend waving at us from the not-so-distant future, but on the other hand, if you’re like me, you’re looking over your shoulder and saying, holy heck, what happened to Monday?

It’s summer and as a stay-at-home working mom of three young boys, I feel like this time of year all the rules are broken and it’s a free-for-all whether anything ever actually gets done. I guess in some ways, I thrive on routine and I am a lot more productive when I know what I’m doing and when I’m supposed to be doing it. But summer? Well, the only thing I can be certain of during the summer is that when the sun rises, I will have three enthusiastic helpers ready to do just about anything and everything – except giving Mommy writing time!

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As a result, my brain is scattered and although I keep trying to grip anything to hold on to, I’m slipping … and I know it.

Finally, I have come to the conclusion that maybe signing up for wacky Wednesday memes is not the way to row the boat. After all, when it comes to blogging, my head is even more scrambled than usual and I always seem to mess up the instructions when sign up time comes along. So, instead of Horny Hump Day or WIP Wednesday … let’s just all take a deep collective breath and say, hey look, Alisa is actually posting something on the blog today. Here you go…


I’m such a goofball. πŸ˜‰

On a serious note, Sunday Girl is coming along, albeit slowly. There are plot holes so big I might lose the cat in them if I’m not careful. I’ll post another little snippet just for the fun of it, but bare in mind that by the time I go through the tough rewrite overhaul, this snippet might be out on the curb with the week’s trash.

I’ve been super fortunate to accept invitations to participate in two upcoming anthologies so look for news on those soon! I’m always excited to contribute to a book with my super talented fellow authors so to me, this is a big deal.

I’m also knee deep in writing a full length mainstream fantasy novel which gets me all pink and giggly when I talk about it.

Life is good.

Hey, don’t forget that in order to be eligible for the Pinata of Prizes in the Friday Author Features, you must comment and share Friday’s blog post. Needless to say, I’ll feel a little silly if no one chooses to participate.

Without further ado, I shall leave you with my brief snippet and wish the rest of your week happy and productive! And even if it’s not, just remember to have fun!

“What are you doing?” she asked, still feeling a bit shocked.
“Making breakfast, silly. What does it look like?”
“But why?”
In all the time they’d been messing around together, they’d been very clear on one rule which was to never actually spend the night at each other’s place. It was too much like being in a relationship, forcing them to interact in a way that made neither of them comfortable. Especially after last night, she couldn’t imagine why Brian would break this rule now while he was usually the one most concerned in keeping it.
“I figured I owe you.”
“Brian, don’t be silly. You don’t owe me anything.”
“Yes, I do. I’m sorry. You were right last night. It was really rude of me to just come here so late without even letting you know what was going on. You were asleep and I had the nerve to wake you up.” He paused and she saw the corners of his mouth turn up in a smile. “Although you weren’t really complaining at the time.”
She felt her face flush remembering the reaction she’d had before she’d realized it was him between her legs. She wasn’t sure if she felt embarrassed because she’d responded that way to Brian or if it was the fact that her response had actually been because she’d been lost in a dream of being pleasured by a woman, something she’d never considered before. The thoughts wouldn’t leave her alone now and a part of her wanted to force Brian out of her kitchen and out of her apartment so that she could spend some time alone figuring it out.
“So, is it true?” he asked handing her a plate as they made their way toward the small dining room table.
“Is what true?”
“You’ve joined an online dating site?”
“Sylvie told you.” She didn’t need to ask. She knew that Sylvie would do what she could to stop Mallory from making the mistake that she thought she was making with Brian.
“She seems quite pleased with herself.”
“Yeah, she finally talked me into it.”
“It’s because of me, isn’t it?”


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