November 28, 2014

WPS Shawties: Remy’s Storm

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This flash fiction challenge is brought to you by Chuck Wendig over at Terribleminds. 

This week: I want you write a superhero story.

Except — then I want you to mash it up with another subgenre.

You can choose one on your own, or roll randomly from this list:

  1. Splatterpunk Horror
  2. Locked Room Mystery
  3. Space Opera
  4. Urban Fantasy
  5. Erotica
  6. Epic Fantasy
  7. Cyberpunk
  8. Dieselpunk
  9. Noir
  10. Haunted House

You’ve got 1000 words.

Post at your online space, link back here through the comments.

Due by next Friday.

Evie Note: I found Chuck’s blog through a random article that was posted on Facebook. He does this every week and I thought I might jump in and try it. Also, the “aspiring to expire” comment he’d made in an older post about writers who sometimes refer to themselves as an “aspiring author” <raises guilty hand> got under my skin a little bit.

 

“Your Cajun is here, Ro. Usual room.” The bouncer’s deep voice came through the door.

My Cajun.

Remy LeBeau. Collar-length brown hair, hazel eyes that glowed more green than brown, chiseled jawline, sexy lips surrounded by five o’clock shadow and a low, smoky smooth voice that always wended its way down my spine and settled with a low hum in my pussy. He’d been coming to the club every night for a month now, dressed head to toe in black, his gaze heavy on my body as he deftly shuffled a deck of black cards in one hand. Three weeks ago, he’d started asking me for exclusively in the back rooms for private shows.

“I like the way your skin looks against this color,” he’d told me one night, when I’d asked him why he always reserved Room 2, a room decorated in crushed purple velvet.

A week ago, he’d handed me an envelope.

An envelope that had been filled with information about me.

Born in Manhattan, New York. Descendant of an ancient line of African princesses, all of whom have white hair, blue eyes, and the potential to wield magic. Mother had been an African princess, father an American journalist. Moved to Cairo, Egypt when I was six months old. Orphaned five years later when a plane crashed into our home. Found by a gang of street kids in Cairo and had become hella good at picking pockets and locks. A near-death trek through the Saharan desert activated my psionic ability to manipulate weather patterns over limited areas. It all made sense. Something had been missing from my life for the past twenty-eight years and in one fell swoop, the puzzle piece had fallen into place.

I don’t belong here.

But there’s a place where I did. The envelope had included a note and a glossy black and red business card.

It said that it wasn’t too late to get help to control my powers.

It said that I wasn’t alone and there were others like me.

It said that there was a place for others like me and that I would be welcomed there. That I belonged there and to come when I was ready.

I’d called the number on the business card two days ago. Tonight was my last night.

I stood up and looked dispassionately at the half-naked young woman in the mirror.

From princess to pole dancer. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

The minute I closed the door and turned around, he was right there. He gently cupped my face in his large hands and crushed his mouth to mine. I froze in shock, grabbed his wrists and quickly pulled back.

“Remy, you can’t. The cameras—“

“It’s all right, mon ange,” he interrupted, licking my top lip before lightly nibbling on it. “I took care of ‘em.”

I frowned. “How?”

He chuckled huskily, then dragged his lips down the side of my neck. I shivered, struggling to focus on the conversation. “Magic, baby.”

His mouth returned to mine, his tongue tracing the seam until I opened to him. He groaned as our tongues entwined, slowly lunging in and out as if he was fucking my mouth. He pulled down the straps of my sparkly bra, kneading my breasts then plucking my nipples between his fingers. I moaned and ground my pussy against his thigh, feeling his electric touch zing straight to my clit.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Ro. I’ve wanted to do this from the first moment I saw you,” Remy said huskily, thrusting his hips.

“Me, too,” I returned breathlessly, tearing at the buttons on his shirt.

“This will have to be quick, cher,” he rasped out, placing an open-mouthed kiss on my neck.

I moaned again, working swiftly to get him out of his pants. “I like quick.”

Before I could catch my breath, he’d sheathed himself, ripped my thong off and filled me to the hilt. We both gasped at the connection and I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. Pinning me against the cushioned door, Remy clenched my ass and thrust up into me.

“Fuck, you feel so damned good. So tight, mon ange,” he grunted as he drove his cock into me deeper, harder, faster.

I started to quiver, my channel clamping down on his cock. I could feel the climax building in me and too late, I remembered the reason behind my dry spell. Faster and faster Remy pumped into me, tucking his face into my neck and murmuring in French. A swirling sensation gathered down low and started to spread outward.

My vision went white.

My hair blew around our heads as I felt the wind surround us, overtake us, lift us up.

I cried out.

Remy cried out.

And then nothing.

Moments later, I opened my eyes and found us lying side by side on the couch. I glanced up to find a disheveled Remy staring down at me with a wide, sexy smile. He chuckled as he ran a fingertip down my cheek.

“There’s my little storm,” he said, then kissed me. He glanced around, then eased off the couch, tucking himself back in his pants and buttoning his shirt. “I will see you tomorrow, ange. Bright and early.”

Before I had a chance to question him, he was gone. I wouldn’t know what he meant until the next day, when we shared a ride in a private plane. Remy had been sent to watch over me. Soon, we were landing on a large private property in Westchester, New York, a huge mansion not far off in the distance.

At the edge of the pad, a bald-headed man in an electric wheelchair rolled forward, followed by a heavily-muscled man with a beard and hair styled just this side of Ace Ventura.

The man in the wheelchair smiled and held out his hand.

“Ororo Monroe. I am Dr. Charles Xavier. This is Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. Welcome home.”

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A little backstory about the story: I’m a huge fan of comic books. I don’t read them, just watched the cartoons and the see the movies they’re based off of. My favorite is X-MEN and my favorite characters are Storm and Gambit. After doing a little research, I discovered that during her stint as an X-Men, Storm had been captured by a crazy scientist who’d de-aged her back to her pre-teens and stripped her of her memories. With no memory of being an X-Men she went back to her thieving ways, where, during one particular caper, was saved by fellow mutant Gambit. In this story, Storm isn’t a preteen, obviously, but I wanted to play around with my own personal fantasy regarding these characters: “What if Storm and Gambit got together?” I’ve been her a few times for Halloween and think she’s bad-ass. And Gambit, he could read the phone book and still sound sexy with that accent of his. When they brought his character to life in the movie X-MEN ORIGINS:WOLVERINE, I was pretty stoked that it was Taylor Kitsch and I’m X-TREMELY (pun intended) disappointed that Channing Tatum is taking over the role in the new movie). So, the Gambit you read about in this story is Taylor’s version.

Hope you enjoyed the story.

Comments and feedback welcome.

Peace, lurve, and wet panties,

Evolet

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November 28, 2014

Follow Friday #74

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Question this week from Parajunkee and Allison Can Read.

How does this work? You follow a blog, they follow you. Win. Win. Just make sure to follow back if someone follows you! With that being said, please review my Follow Policy before making any rash decisions.

 

Describe your favorite book character death scene. Why is it your favorite? Was it a villain or a hero? What made it so good?

 

The good thing about contemporary romance is that character deaths are like a blue moon–they’re pretty rare. However, when it does happen, my favorite deaths are when it happens unexpectedly to the villain. I mean, in the situations where it’s an obsessive stalker or former abusive ex and the heroine is the one who ends up killing them. They expect the heroine to be weak and afraid, not strong and confident enough to pull the trigger. At that point, I do a fist pump and can enjoy the following HEA she gets with the hawtie alpha dude. LOL.

What about you?

Peace, lurve, and wet panties,

Evolet

November 28, 2014

Booking Through Thursday #68: Quantity

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Brought to you by Booking Through Thursday:

Copy the questions, paste them into your blog and answer them.

When you’re done, go back to BTT and post a quick comment or trackback letting everyone know so they can read your responses. Be sure to leave a link to your actual post! (Just type in the web-address–Wordpress will automatically turn it into a link for you.)

If you don’t have a blog yet, then just post your answers in the Comments area for the set of questions you are responding to.

Lastly, no, you do NOT have to answer on Thursdays. Please feel free to answer any time you want, we’re just glad to have you.

This week’s question: How much do you actually read? Few of us get as much time as we’d really LIKE for reading, but do as much as we can, so … how many books do you read? How many hours a day?

 

So, lemme break it down like this:

~ I started reading adult romance in high school. I was reading the Loveswept line, the Silhouette Desire line, and the Harlequin Superromance line. Back then, they came out with, I think, 4 new titles a month. I was at the library every weekend. I barely graduated from high school  because I read so damn much, but I was reading 2-3 books a week, sometimes that amount (in one day!) on the weekends. If I stayed up late. Which I tend to do. A lot.

~ My parents finally let me have a job when I started college (ASU, not community) and the reading tapered off a little bit. I had upgraded to Harlequin Blaze and discovered other romance authors outside that publishing line by that time. I was no longer going to the library, but spending money on the monthly at Barnes and Noble. Reading a couple of books a week.

~ When I went BACK to school 3 years ago (finally got my BA from another university after dropping out of ASU), during the week, I would read for half an hour before going to bed. It helped me to relax and get my mind off of the constant homework. I was also going to the beauty salon every two weeks, so during my 5 hrs there (it’s a black thing, ya’ll), I would take a break from homework and read while I was under the dryer. LOL.

~ When I was laid off from my job last summer and didn’t have to look for a job for three months (thank you, severance), I was reading all day, every day. I was back up to reading 2 books a day.

~ When I’m in Writing Mode and trying to reach a self-imposed deadline, I don’t read at all.

To this day, I’m not reading as much as I would like. I read during my 15 min breaks and 1 hr lunches (if I’m not writing), and sometimes in the evening (if I’m not catching up on TV shows). I read more on the weekends. And even then, it’s only 2 books a week. Maybe more if they’re short stories.

What about you?

Peace, lurve, and wet panties,

Evolet

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November 28, 2014

Life of a Blogger #12: Thanksgiving

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It’s a weekly feature (on Thursday’s). Each week Jessi over at Novel Heartbeat will choose a subject and talk about that subject in her life. The topics will be non-bookish so that you can get to know her on a more personal level! She definitely encourages everyone to participate, too. She wants this to be meme style with a linky for you to add your posts to. She wants to know more about you guys as well!

As of a couple of years ago, our Thanksgiving tradition has gone from an early afternoon dinner to a breakfast. We go to my parents house, have breakfast, then walk down to the neighborhood park. When we had dinner, though, it wasn’t the traditional turkey. My Mom made cornish hens. We got tired of eating dry turkey–no matter how she made it or if someone else made it–so she switched to using a different fowl. LOL.

I like cornish hens better anyway.

We started doing the breakfasts because my niece and her boyfriend always had a couple of other houses to go to, where they still had to eat, and my Mom wanted to give them enough time.

Which is better, because now we have the whole day to simmer in a food coma, go see a movie, whatever. We just have to make sure we figure out what we’re doing for dinner. This time, we went to his friend’s house.

Last year, went to Mimi’s restaurant and the meal had been horrible.

The year before that, we ordered a premade meal from Safeway. For like $50 we got a turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, a pie, rolls, etc. It was just the two of us and we had a lot left over, but it was good. And we didn’t have to cook anything. We just had to heat it up. It was pretty cool.

What about you?

Peace, lurve, and wet panties,

Evolet

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November 28, 2014

Currently Reading: J.S. Scott’s BILLIONAIRE UNDONE: THE BILLIONAIRE’S OBSESSION ~ TRAVIS

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The anthology was getting a little boring, so I moved on to something else.

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November 28, 2014

Review: Margaret Daley’s LOVE GONE TO THE DOGS

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Pub. Date: July 5, 2012 Publisher: Margaret Daley Sold By: Smashwords Format: NOOK Book File Size: 435 kB BN ID: 2940044703636

Pub. Date:
July 5, 2012
Publisher:
Margaret Daley
Sold By:
Smashwords
Format:
NOOK Book
File Size:
435 kB
BN ID:
2940044703636

 

Single mom, Leah Taylor, has her hands full with a grandfather, an inventor, who lives a bit risky when it comes to his job and two sons, one a rambunctious genius. But it is her free spirited beagle who gets her into trouble with her new neighbor, Dr. Shane O’Grady, when her dog makes a move on his champion bichon that he wants to breed.

Leah and Shane clash over their dogs that clearly like each other. Leah is determined to ignore her neighbor, but when her youngest son who tries to defy gravity and fly ends up hurt, it is her neighbor, the doctor, who takes care of her son. Can Leah and Shane find love or has love gone to the dogs?

Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance

When and where did you buy this ebook? Freebie email deal through my Nook on 10-3-14

Did you finish it? Yes

What surprises did it hold–if any? I didn’t realize it was possible to drive a family out of town. But I guess it can happen if you live in a small town. I also like the fact that this touched on geniuses in the family. Leah’s youngest is pretty smart and kids who are intimidated by that can be so cruel. One of my favorite new shows right now is SCORPION. The lead guy, Walter O’Brien, is a friggin’ genius. He has an IQ of 197! Leah’s son is nowhere near that, but he shares some of the same characteristics that Walter does, one of them being lack of social awareness. He doesn’t do well with others, so his older brother is always having to defend him.

What scenes will stay with you?

~ The scenes where Leah’s father’s inventions go a little awry. They were funny, but at the same time, a little irritating. Leah’s trying to make a life for her family in a new town and it’s kind of hard to do that when there are consequences to inventions gone wrong. I wanted to slap that man upside the head and yell “Can you for once think about your family and what you’re doing?! You’re fucking things up!”

What characters will stay with you?

~ The grandpa

~ Leah – for putting up with so much shit!

Have you read anything else by Margaret Daley? No, I have not. This is the first.

What will you do now with this ebook? Archive it – Lendable

Is it available today? Yes

What’s the verdict?

1/2

 

 

 

Peace, lurve, and wet panties,

Evolet

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November 26, 2014

Review: Nancy Warren’s KISS A GIRL IN THE RAIN

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Pub. Date: September 8, 2014 Publisher: Nancy Warren Sold By: Smashwords Format: NOOK Book Series: Take a Chance File Size: 563 kB BN ID: 2940046157369

Pub. Date:
September 8, 2014
Publisher:
Nancy Warren
Sold By:
Smashwords
Format:
NOOK Book
Series:
Take a Chance
File Size:
563 kB
BN ID:
2940046157369

 

In this sexy, humorous contemporary romance, a lost dog brings together a wealthy drifter and a small town doctor and changes all their lives forever.

Evan Chance is a man out to complete the bucket list he made as a kid, starting with ride a motorcycle across America. Caitlyn Sorenson is the sexy country doctor standing in his way. Or is she the dream he’s been searching for?

Evan’s Amazing Life List
1. Ride a motorcycle across America
2. Kiss a girl in the rain
3. Swim in every ocean…
When Evan Chance gives up a successful corporate law career to tackle the bucket list he wrote when he was twelve, he has no idea where the road will lead him.
Caitlyn Sorenson is a happily settled small town doctor. When a sexy drifter rolls into town after a motorcycle accident leaves him stranded in Miller’s Pond for a few days with the homeliest dog ever, she can smell trouble even as she’s drawn to a man who is only passing through town.
But some scorching hot nights and a blooming tenderness mean two people will have to face up to the challenges of love.

Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance

When and where did you buy this ebook? Freebie ebook deal through my Nook on 9-27-14

Did you finish it? Yes

What surprises did it hold–if any? The whole “bucket list” theme and actually doing it. Normally, someone attempts to do something like that when they’re dying. This was the first time where a character was doing it because someone else did. What was also surprising was that it took me a lot longer to finish. In the middle of reading this one, I read two other books before coming back. I normally don’t do that. I prefer to finish one book at a time rather than read simultaneously. But for some reason, this book really didn’t hold my attention.

What scenes will stay with you? 

~ I like books where some of the focus is on an animal and how that animal somehow manages to make a difference in the lives of the characters. I liked Homely (eventually Henry), the dog that Evan nearly hit, and his interactions with him.

~ The love scenes

~ The phone calls Evan received. They were hilarious.

What characters will stay with you? Homely – for the reasons I mentioned above, and Evan – for seeing and recognizing the need to “live”.

Have you read anything else by Nancy Warren? This was the first book of hers that wasn’t part of the Harlequin Blaze line. I’ve probably read a ton of her titles under this line, but am just starting to review them on my blog.

FINAL SCORE

FACE-OFF

What will you do now with this ebook? Archive it – Lendable

Is it available today? Yes

What’s the verdict?

 

 

 

 

Peace, lurve, and wet panties,

Evolet

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November 24, 2014

Currently Reading: LOL ROMANTIC COMEDY ANTHOLOGY (Vol 2)

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So, these are supposed to be LOL romantic comedies, but I have yet to really LOL. It’s been more like a little grin. Go figure.

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November 24, 2014

Review: Marie Force’s MAID FOR LOVE (McCarthy’s of Gansett Island Series, Book #1)

 

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Pub. Date: April 29, 2011 Publisher: Marie Force Sold By: Smashwords Format: NOOK Book Series: McCarthys of Gansett Island Series File Size: 720 kB BN ID: 2940011308291

Pub. Date:
April 29, 2011
Publisher:
Marie Force
Sold By:
Smashwords
Format:
NOOK Book
Series:
McCarthys of Gansett Island Series
File Size:
720 kB
BN ID:
2940011308291

 

Maddie Chester is determined to leave her hometown of Gansett Island, a place that has brought her only bad memories and ugly rumors. Then she’s knocked off her bike on the way to her housekeeping job at McCarthy’s Resort Hotel by Gansett’s “favorite son,” Mac McCarthy. He’s back in town to help his father with preparations to sell the family resort and has no intention of staying long. When Mac accidentally sends Maddie flying over the handlebars, badly injuring her, he moves in to nurse her back to health and help care for her young son. He soon realizes his plans for a hit-and-run visit to the island are in serious jeopardy, and he just may be “maid” for love.

Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance

When and where did you buy this ebook? Free ebook deal through my Nook on 10-31-14

Did you finish it? Yes

What surprises did it hold–if any? Small town island life. I like reading about them and think that I wouldn’t mind living (retiring?) there. Until I remember that it’s like CHEERS: where everyone knows your name and everything you’ve done. Right or wrong. Maddie. That poor girl. I never would’ve stuck around. I would’ve gotten the hell out of dodge and flipped the whole town off as I drove out of there.

What scenes will stay with you? The scenes between Mac and Maddie’s son. So precious. And the love scenes were pretty steamy.

What characters will stay with you? Definitely Maddie. She is such a survivor and has the thickest skin to deal with the rumors.

Have you read anything else by Marie Force? Yes, I have, although a lot of the ones I’ve read never ended up reviewed on here. But you can read the review I gave for EVERYBODY LOVES A HERO. I also may continue to read this series.

What will you do now with this ebook? Archive it – Lendable

Is it available today? Yes

What’s the verdict?

1/2

 

 

 

Peace, lurve, and wet panties,

Evolet

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November 24, 2014

Wet Panty Society – A Little Trivia About: Henry Cavill

In 2005, Henry became a young contender for the role of James Bond in CASINO ROYALE  (2006), and performed in a final screen test. However, the producers believed Henry was too young for the role, and gave it to Daniel Craig. For reals? FUCK YEAH!! I would’ve been so stoked if he’d gotten this role. I think he would’ve made a fabulous James Bond and reminded me of Pierce Brosnan.

And now it’s time…to say goodbye…to our favorite superhero.

Get your final drool on, ladies (and gents, if you swing that way. There’s no diss-crimination ovah herre).

Hope you enjoyed the man candy that was Henry this month!

Stay tuned next month for another hawtie inductee into the Wet Panty Society!

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