Sunday, 31 October 2010

Home...for the moment

I’m always depressed when I come home from Cairns…probably just as well I’m moving up there.

Amarinda Jones
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Saturday, 30 October 2010

Dogged Pursuit ~ Berengaria Brown

Want a yummy werewolf for Halloween? Berengaria Brown’s MM Werewolf story ~ Dogged Pursuit ~ releases from Torquere on 30 October.

The blurb....

Dwyer is a two-hundred-year-old werewolf currently working as a limo driver. He is enticed by the scent of a man he has to take into the city. The man’s smell overwhelms him and calls to him “mate”. Yet he thought only a male and a female could mate and he is gay.

Nelson is equally attracted to Dwyer and the two spend a very hot night together.
However their second date is on Halloween and Dwyer is really struggling to keep his wolf under control. Nelson’s scent is giving him a permanent hard-on and his wolf is demanding to be let free, to bite and mate with Nelson.

Their passion overwhelms them and Dwyer’s wolf is raging to be released, when they interrupt some wanna-be vampires robbing an elderly couple. Dwyer can’t control himself and his wolf breaks free. He scares away the criminals, but has he scared away Nelson too?

The excerpt...warning ~ cocks are mentioned...

Nelson was struggling to concentrate on what he was saying.
Am I even making sense anymore?
All he could think about was Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome sitting beside him and the huge cock the driver was displaying.

It was six months since he and Sam had split up. Four months with only his hand before he'd caved and bought a dildo, something he'd sworn he'd never do. A dildo he kept in a locked drawer so none of his friends would ever see it. But how he longed for a hot, hard cock powering up inside him and a hot, hard body to hold close to him.

Well, this Dwyer -- Mr. Dwyer? Dwyer something? -- surely had a huge cock and a hard body. He was ripped. That black t-shirt couldn't hide his muscled chest. His arms were strong, shoulders broad, and thighs -- oh, yum! His thighs stretched his black jeans to the limit. Judging by the size of the hard on, he was either hung like a horse or had a serious case of blue balls.
And I want him!

Whoa! Where did that come from? Five minutes' conversation and I want him in my bed? Well yes, I do. Thick, dark, curly hair, eyes as black as sin, skin tanned a deep bronze. A totally delicious package. Just like the totally delicious package between his legs. Get your mind out of his pants! Oh, but how I'd love to have my hand in his pants.
To feel that huge dick. I bet it's harder than a rock. I bet his come tastes real nice, too.

Nelson suddenly realized there was silence in the car. He looked at Dwyer, wondering if he'd missed a question or something, but Dwyer was looking straight ahead concentrating on the traffic. With a start, Nelson noticed they were only ten minutes from his office.
What's the etiquette here? Can I ask him for his business card? His cell number? I probably can't just say, "Wanna fuck tonight?"

"We're almost at your office. What's the building look like?" asked Dwyer.

"Gray concrete, like so many others. But there's a very small courtyard out front with some seats and trees and a semi-circular drive, so you should be able to let me out right there."

"Sounds like a plan. How are you getting back to pick up your SUV tonight?"

"Yeah, that's a bit of a problem. None of the guys I work with live out that way, and none of my friends who live near me work up in this part of the city. Figured I'd have to get a taxi."

"I can pick you up if you want. But the timing will be tight. You'll need to leave work right at five so we can get you back to do the paperwork before the place shuts."

"You'd do that for me? That'd be great. I can leave by five. I'll just tell them I'll make up the time at home. They all know about this seatbelt recall. Couple of the guys have been making jokes about it all week. Here, I'll give you my cell number."

Dwyer handed Nelson his card as well, then pulled up outside Nelson's office.

A minute later, Nelson was collecting his briefcase and laptop and heading into the building, his heart beating fast at the knowledge he'd be seeing Dwyer again in just a few short hours.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll get fucked tonight by the hottest man in town. Woo hoo!

Who is Berengaria? Berengaria Brown is a multi-published author of erotic romance. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men, two men/one woman, three men. Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

Friday, 29 October 2010

Alpheli Solution ~ Anny Cook

Alpheli Solution by Anny Cook is out now. It's about all the good stuff - sex, lust and love. Click on the cover to buy

The blurb...

When Danamara Higgins is attacked by a vampire, her life turns upside down. Vampire Bootcamp class seems to be the answer to her prayers. In her wildest dreams, she doesn’t consider meeting not just one, but two hunky vampires who take her—in the car, in the shower, in the living room, in the hot tub, in hand—as they teach her everything she’ll need to know about her new vampire life.

For centuries, Pierre has loved and pursued Julian with no success. After a hostile takeover of Julian’s financial assets, Pierre is positive Julian will have nowhere else to turn. Julian, though, chooses to teach the Vampire Bootcamp class rather than surrender to Pierre on unequal terms. When one of Julian’s students approaches him for help identifying her sire, Julian is stunned that she is his alpheli—an extremely rare mate whose blood will allow him to subsist on real food. What will that mean to his love-hate relationship with Pierre?

There are just one or two problems. Danamara is descended from Pierre’s bloodline. And she’s on someone’s hit list. Julian and Pierre find unexpected erotic rewards and eternal love when they join together in a brutal war to protect their alpheli’s life.

The excerpt...warning ~ this is menage sex...

Pierre steered Danamara toward the elevators while Julian had a few last words with Gabriel. After punching the button to lock the elevator in place until Julian joined them, he tugged her close to his body, tilting her head back for his kiss. He backed her up against the elevator wall, crowding close so her thighs separated permitting his cock to stroke her pussy.
Shoving her fingers in his hair, she returned his kiss with shocking abandon. From the moment he’d kissed her the evening before she’d known she wanted Pierre in their bed, not just as Julian’s lover, but hers also. She wrapped her legs around his waist, struggling to position his hard flesh exactly where it would rub her clit.
“You’ve behaved quite boldly tonight. Be careful you don’t provoke more of a reaction than you’re ready for,” he warned.
“She likes provoking reactions,” Julian said as he joined them. He selected the button to release the elevator. Leaning against the wall next to her, he cupped her breast, pinching her nipple through her shirt hard enough to send a fiery assault to her empty pussy. She twisted her hips, grinding her pussy on Pierre’s cock.
Julian jerked her shirt up, revealing her bare breasts. “I thought you omitted your bra. I believe you have exhibitionist tendencies, my dear. When things are more settled, we might indulge your fantasies.”
She arched against the elevator wall, closing her eyes in delicious anticipation. Her nipples ached as the hard nubs brushed against Pierre’s rough wool coat.
“Look at yourself in the mirror overhead,” Julian commanded.
Danamara’s eyes flashed open as she stared at herself in the mirror and then flushed.
“Definitely exhibitionist. I can think of several scenarios I would like to arrange,” Pierre said before hoisting her high enough to take one nipple in his hot mouth. He sucked it for a moment before moving to the other one. Julian pressed the stop button when the elevator reached the lobby. “No more time to play, Pierre.”
“Isn’t that the story of my life?” With a low groan he settled Danamara on her feet and tugged her shirt down so she was covered. Her fingers trembling she zipped up her jacket as both men drew their swords and Julian punched the button to release the elevator doors. Pierre went first leading the way across the lobby while Julian brought up the rear.
The moment they were in the car, Julian settled her on his lap. Her belly gurgled again. “I will feed you as soon as we’re safely home.”
The scent of aroused males permeated the back seat. Sniffing eagerly, she caught the intriguing different pheromones that belonged to Pierre. Lust roared through her as she inhaled deeply. “Can Pierre go home with us?”
“Please, Julian?” She wriggled her bottom on his lap, rubbing against his burgeoning penis. She ran her hand over his chest as she nuzzled his chin. “You know you want him. I want him, too. He got me so hot in the elevator when you were watching us.”
Pierre slumped in the opposite corner. “Fuck, Danamara. Are you trying to kill me?”
“She could teach stubborn to a mule.”
“I can see that.” Pierre leaned toward them, taking Danamara’s chin in his long fingers. “If I stay, Julian will certainly not be the only vampire I fuck. You’ve been pushing us at each other. Be very sure this is what you want. Once we go down that road, there’s no going back.”
Her lips parted as her tongue flicked out brushing the tip of his thumb that rested near her lips. “Does your cock taste as wonderful?”
“You need to be soundly spanked,” Pierre announced.
“Excellent idea,” Julian agreed, flipping her over so she was stretched out face down over his knees. “What? Julian.” she protested.
“Naked, I think.” Jerking down her slacks, he bared her panty-clad ass. “Please do the honors, Pierre.”
“No, no. You deliberately provoked this punishment,” Pierre declared as he ripped her silky panties off and stuffed them in his coat pocket.
“Shall we see how excited you are, Danamara?” Julian inquired as he slid his fingertips down the crevice between her thighs, lightly skimming her anus before moving to her pussy. “Ah, my goodness you’re wet. Perhaps, spanking isn’t really a punishment.” Fresh moisture trickled on his fingers. “Obviously, the idea turns you on.”
Danamara jerked and cried out in shock when Pierre smacked her ass. Then helplessly she tilted her hips up as he sensuously massaged her curves with the rough pads on his calloused fingers. The forbidden attention of two men touching her as they discussed their plans for her was incredibly exciting. There was something unbearably arousing about them doing so within earshot of their driver, a vampire she’d never met before this evening. She squirmed, rubbing her aching nipples on Julian’s hard thigh.
“Oh, she liked that, Pierre. Do it again.” Julian slipped a finger in her pussy, fucking in and out slowly. Danamara’s internal muscles clenched and squeezed, holding his thick finger in their grip.
Pierre’s hand came down on her soft skin, setting her ass on fire. “No, clearly this isn’t punishment. We’ll have to think of some other way to convince her not to meddle, though I confess I am happy about her meddling this time. I will gladly stay with you this evening—or any other evening.”
“Evidently Danamara is happy about it, too,” Julian said, sinking a second finger in her slick pussy. “Spank her again. If we’re both going to fuck her, she’ll need some preparation.”
Her entire body gathered in readiness, waiting for the burn from Pierre’s palm. Her fangs had dropped at the mere idea of the spanking, but now they were aching fiercely in anticipation. Against her softly gurgling tummy, she could feel Julian’s rampant cock twitching and pulsing. She licked her lips, searching for the tiniest remnant of Pierre’s flavor even as she also longed for the taste of Julian’s cock. But Julian gripped both her wrists in his hand as he held her in place on his lap. When Pierre’s hand landed on her ass, she cried out and lifted her hips.
His warm palm lightly massaged the tingling burn before he trailed his fingers down to her anus and gently teased her there. “Has Julian fucked you here, yet?”
Julian snorted. “Do you doubt it? I have claimed her in every way possible.”
Pierre sat up, stretching his leg straight so he could fish the tiny tube of lube he always carried from his jeans pocket. “Excellent. Then we will be able to fuck her without restraint. Do you hear us, Danamara? We are going to claim you together.” He daubed the clear gel on his finger as he taunted her. Without acknowledging her soft whimpers, he slid his finger up to the first joint in her tight rosette
A soft shriek escaped her as Pierre inexorably fucked her ass in tandem with Julian’s fingers in her pussy. “I need to come.” She moaned and humped her hips when Pierre spanked her again, the sound like a pistol shot in the small space.
The car slowed before turning into a garage. “Ah, we’re home,” Pierre said. Danamara heard the rattle of the garage door overhead and then the boom as it slammed shut.
Julian withdrew his fingers and tugged her pants up to cover her ass. “Just in time. I’m hard enough to drill wood.”
“Anticipating my cock in your ass, Julian?” Pierre taunted wickedly.
“Actually, I was looking forward to fucking you.” Julian helped Danamara sit up. “After we fuck and feed Danamara—though we should make her wait.”
Pierre opened the door and got out before turning to help Danamara to her feet. “I believe that’s a good idea,” he said thoughtfully. “That will be her punishment. What do you say?”
After a quick word with their driver, Julian joined them, leading the way inside. “Yes, I think that would be most a suitable punishment.” He unlocked the door and flung it open. “Welcome home, Pierre.”

Anny Cook -- Simmering Romance with a Smile

Thursday, 28 October 2010

Out of town...

Flying to Cairns for a couple of days to annoy some people up there about jobs and accommodation…and then I have to sit on the wall at the Cairns Esplanade with a Gloria Jeans large skinny latte…that’s very important. It’s a thing I like to do. Drink coffee and look at the ocean. But while I’m gone the blog will not be empty.

So be good or be fast and have an alibi and a sinful tale to tell.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
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Wednesday, 27 October 2010

A Princess Leia moment…

You know in Star Wars when Princess Leia says to Han Solo “I love you", as he’s just about to be frozen by Boba Fett to be taken to Jabba the Hutt, and his reply to her declaration is “I know” and every woman I knew at the time was like ‘what? That’s it? I know? What sort of a response is that? Is he mad? Fine go ahead and be frozen..’ Well I had a moment like that today. No, not love nor Han Solo but I sent an email about a certain subject. It was clear, decisive and to the point. Like me. I write as I speak. Anyway the response back was ‘no worries’. Huh? What the hell does that mean? No worries? That can mean anything in Aussie speak…Cryptic or vague is only good to me when I’m doing it to someone else…

Amarinda Jones
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Tuesday, 26 October 2010

Bad Amarinda...

I've been so naughty today...I expect I'll feel bad about it sometime. Possibly. Perhaps. Maybe…ok no I won't but don't put temptation in my path I say. I have no resistance against doing the wrong thing. It's my bad convict genetics.

Amarinda Jones
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Monday, 25 October 2010

Smelly and stupid…

It’s been a long and capacious Monday. I stopped at the supermarket and the check out chick said to me “everyone has been either smelly or stupid today….but oh god, I don’t mean you. You’re nice and smell fine.” Uh huh...

Yep one of those days that even the patience of Yoda would have been tried.

Amarinda Jones
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Sunday, 24 October 2010

The road trip...

So, I decided that since I had made this grand plan to leave Brisbane and plant myself in the tropics of North Queensland, I probably should make some vague plan about driving myself and Patrick, my car, the 20 odd hours up north. Luckily for me some other bugger has worked it out. I love it when that happens. See below. All I have to do is find cheap digs (accommodation) on the way up. Easy peasy.

The Amarinda route – starting 12th November…

As for touring Queensland? Great place, the best scenery and cheap tropical fruit all the way up. See why Oprah’s on her way down under? Smart woman. And Oprah - feel free to join me on part of the drive, mate.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
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Saturday, 23 October 2010

Not so dumb it seems…

Okay so just recently I suddenly threw caution to the wind, kicked common sense in the gizzards and pitched all practicality out the window (yes, sounds exhausting) and made a major, wild and some may some dumb arsed lifestyle change with no safety nets to soften inevitable falls. And you know what those close to me think? It’s a fantastic idea – and go for it – and if anyone can do this you can Amarinda. Am I lucky or what to have people who get me...or maybe they're as mad as I am? Hmmm....

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
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I suck...

A while ago I had a publisher basically infer I suck. I do suck…I enjoy it…but I digress…this nong wanted to try and crush me. I’m uncrushable…I think it’s cause I’m big boned…or maybe ‘cause I’m a bitch. Anyway, due partly to this nong, I decided to take a few different avenues and broaden my horizons as a writer. It’s working very nicely thank you. Thanks nong-head.

Amarinda Jones
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Thursday, 21 October 2010

Orgasms part deux...

Berengaria Brown has left a new comment on your post "Orgasms per hour…":

"But since the average male only takes 7 minutes from zero to orgasm, you could triple the number of sessions per day easily

Hmmm...what is an average male? Isn't it more dependent on the stamina, creativity and staying power of the man? Who is average anymore? And seven minutes into it? I'm still talking and confusing the man in question. Now that's how you make it last...confuse 'em.

Amarinda Jones
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Wednesday, 20 October 2010

Orgasms per hour…

So I was at work discussing via email, with a very dear friend, how many orgasms you can give a person per hour and how much, if you were so inclined, could you charge for them and in the end would it be worth the effort? Yes, I am terribly busy at work but when these questions come up of course I have to answer them. Why? Because who knows when you’ll have to charge per orgasm. You’d want to get it right.

I worked out, roughly if you charged $150 a session, orgasms included, 8 sessions a day, 5 days a week, 4 weeks off a year for holidays, you could make a living. This does not factor in doing ‘special’ requests which would earn more money nor does it factor in the wear and tear on the equipment, health concerns, tax payable, purchasing of condoms etc. So, when you think about it the working girls and boys out there do it very tough and an orgasm would cost a lot more than just in a monetary sense. Aren’t you glad I spent time working this out?

Amarinda Jones
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Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Cash cow…

On my early morning walk around the neighbourhood, I pass by this fitness shop and there is a sign that irritates the hell out of me. “Fit to Wed.” It’s advertising services to get a woman into shape on her wedding day. Now call me crazy but if you’re in love and getting married how does your weight or fitness matter? For better or worse? And what about the groom? Why isn’t the advertising aimed at him? Fit to wed? Cashing in on people’s fears and insecurities more like it.

Amarinda Jones
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Monday, 18 October 2010

Sundial ~ Author Sandra Cox....

With us today is Jesse Adams of the Sundial. Welcome, Jesse.

Jesse nods.

Interviewer: “Tell us a little bit about yourself.”

Jesse shrugs. “There’s really not much to tell.”

Interviewer: “I hear you’re Sam Houston’s right hand man.”

Jesse: “That’s right.”

Interviewer: “What’s Sam Houston like?”

Jesse relaxes a little. “He’s the best man I’ve ever had the privilege to serve under. He’d lay down his life for his men and he loves Texas. So do I for that matter.”

Interviewer: “You’re awfully cute.”

Jesse snorts. “I’ve been called ‘pretty’ since I was a kid. It’s taught me to fight tougher and dirtier than most. In the long run this face has worked in my favor. Men that don’t know me underestimate me in a fight.”

Interviewer: “So you’re saying you can hold your own?”

Jesse gives a wolfish grin. “I don’t fight to lose.”

Interviewer fans herself and clears her throat. “Well. On a different note. What are your thoughts on time travel?”

Jesse gets a puzzled look on his face. “Time travel? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Interviewer: “You know, moving from one time to another. From the present to the past or the future.”

Jesse snorts. “Fairy tales.”

Interviewer: “Okay, we’ll come back to that later. Do you know a woman named Sarah Miles?”

Jesse’s features soften. “Ah, Sarah. Beautiful, mysterious Sarah. She’s like no one I’ve ever known. She’s unbelievably independent and knows things the rest of us don’t.” He frowns. “She reminds me of someone I’ve known before but I can’t remember who.”

Interviewer: “Maybe she’s from the future.”

Jesse shakes his head and frowns. “Don’t start that nonsense.”
“I need to get back to Sam. He’s extremely busy and needs my help.” Jesse bends gallantly over the interviewer’s hand and kisses it. “It’s been a pleasure making your acquaintance.”

Weak in the knees, the interviewer replies as Jesse walks away: “Charmed I’m sure.” Her gaze on Jesse’s compact butt, she says: “And that concludes our interview with Jesse Adams. And let me just add, Sarah Miles is one lucky woman.”


For one brief frozen moment his eyes met hers. Time fell away. Recognition passed between them.
Sarah’s heart jumped and her breath quickened.
Then Jess made a violent motion with his hand, rejection clearly written on his face. Wheeling his horse, he raced away.
Sarah put her head in her hands and rocked back and forth. Was she losing her mind? Could she be dreaming? She reached down and absently fingered a warm, sticky, red substance. No. No dream was this vivid.


For a chance to win a autographed copy of Sundial, a ‘seeing’ pendant and a $10 Starbuck card just leave a comment at The drawing runs till 5 p.m. Nov 14. Sundial Virtual Tour Hostesses are welcome to enter.

Sundial can be purchased at in e or paper.

All the best,
Sandra Cox

Sunday, 17 October 2010

Stand and be damned…

It’s better to die upon your feet than to live upon your knees.”

Okay – hundreds of people have declared this was ‘their’ famous line but to my mind my mother Maureen was the person it meant most from. When I was maybe 15 my mother said to me there comes a time in your life when you have to choose whether you die on your feet or live on your knees. I always remember that. And, I’ll always stand. Thanks Mum.

Amarinda Jones
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Saturday, 16 October 2010

Moving House….

Chez Amarinda goes on the house market Monday to be sold. This means hauling boxes of stuff downstairs, cleaning and basically trying to make the house look like a normal person lives here. Oh hard

Amarinda Jones
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Evernight Publishing: Bad Girls rock...

Bad Girl -  Evernight Publishing

"Be Warned: multiple partners, menage sex, anal sex, bondage, public exhibition."

Yes, I'm verrry naughty....

Amarinda Jones
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Friday, 15 October 2010

Swear? Absolutely….

I had to sign an affidavit as part of my job. It’s not an unusual occurrence. It’s actually a pain in the bum as you have to find an official person to witness your signature. Anyhow, the person I found to co-sign held out a bible to me to swear on before I signed. I said no thanks. While I respect people’s rights to believe in whatever they want, as an atheist I find it hypocritical to swear on a bible. How believable would that be? So I declined. They were stunned and unsure how to proceed. The thing is religion and truth are not necessarily the same thing are they? Look at all those children who were molested by clergy. How honest and truthful is that?

Truth? It comes from within and no printed book is going to scare me into being honest. In this day and age surely the concept of such old fashioned swearing on a bible infringers on people’s rights and civil liberties.

Amarinda Jones
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Thursday, 14 October 2010

So I resigned today…

…and I feel at peace about it. Why did I pull the pin? I deserve more in life – as simple as that. Do I have another job to go to? No. Am I selling up the house on Monday and heading thousand of miles away to Cairns to start a new life? Yes. Am I mad – utterly mad? Oh yeah baby but I do mad so well.

Amarinda Jones
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Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Last Man Standing by Amarinda Jones in Romance

Yes, correct I'm completely out of control with self publishing. I got over my vistaprint addiction and now this is my drug baby....

Amarinda Jones
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Who Knew by Amarinda Jones in Romance

By way of an experiment, when I couldn’t sleep last night, I ventured into Lulu self publishing territory. Why? Because I could and because Pallavi Agarwal inspired me to do so when she put her book Slow Burn on Lulu. What will be the result into self-pubbing? Not sure but it’s the first step into having my own publishing site and what the hell – life is a risk so why not take a chance on all things unknown?

Amarinda Jones
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Tuesday, 12 October 2010

A story about insatiability...

A story about insatiability. Melanie Hawes is a young woman attending college where she is made to feel like an outsider. One day a Detective called Michael Stevens is called in to investigate a small incident to which she may be linked. The story is about a passionate romance that begins between the two characters, their feelings, trust and posession.

A story about insatiability ~ I'm sold

Amarinda Jones
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Monday, 11 October 2010

Waiting,waiting, waiting...

Waiting...I'm not good at it.

Amarinda Jones
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Sunday, 10 October 2010

Virginal sluts...

If the head of a publishing company says we’re more interested in publishing deep and meaningful, hold-off-before-penetration-sex-on-the-promise-of-forever and everyone else in the company says raunchy-who-gives-a-crap-about-forever-I-want-an-orgasm-now-whatever-your-name-is-sex must happen in the first page for fast buck sales then it’s interesting what discussions must go on behind closed doors regarding the two diverse philosophies.

Amarinda Jones
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Saturday, 9 October 2010

It’s not always about the orgasm…

“From the dark end of the street -- To the bright side of the road -- We'll be lovers once again on the -- Bright side of the road” ~ Van Morrison

Yeah, I’d agree with that…simple need and sharing whatever time is given to us.

Amarinda Jones
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Friday, 8 October 2010

Loving Lydia....

Loving Lydia ~ Berengaria Brown ~ click on the cover to buy.

The blurb…

Tammy's sights are set and goals targeted. With one thing on her mind - Lydia - she will stop at nothing to satisfy every craving her body has for the seductive female, including showing up at the same gym for a chance encounter.

Lydia's career is in her pocket. Successful, motivated, and driven, Lydia realizes she wants more out of life than just her job. Aware of Tammy's intentions, Lydia decides to play along, at least until a cup of steaming hot coffee turns into a passionate night. Can she split her life between her career and Tammy?

Will Tammy be able to quench her thirst for Lydia with one night of hot sex, or will she be left wanting more?

The except ~ Warning: This is an lesbian erotica…no cocks in sight.

Lydia tightened her arms around Tammy and pulled the slightly shorter, slighter rounder woman hard against her body. Breast to breast and hips to hips, they kissed–tiny, soft, gentle kisses. Then Tammy ran her tongue along the seam of Lydia’s mouth, and Lydia opened and welcomed Tammy’s tongue inside.
Lydia could smell the fresh, clean bite of apple on Tammy’s hair and taste the coffee on her lips. She ran her tongue inside the other woman’s mouth and slid it along her cheeks and behind her teeth.
Their kissing became harsher, deeper, more passionate as each sucked on the other’s tongue, then thrust theirs into the other’s hot, wet cavern.
Tammy dropped her hands to Lydia’s butt as they held each other, grinding their pelvises together.
Lydia's hands roamed down Tammy’s back, then up inside her T-shirt. She loved the feel of Tammy’s back—soft and womanly, but with an underlying firmness of muscle and bone structure. And her butt, yum! Firm, but round, not flat like a man’s.
"I’d like to see what’s under that prim business suit," said Tammy, her hands resting on the hem of Lydia’s jacket.
"Time to get your jeans off, too."
They stepped apart to undress. As Lydia folded each item neatly and placed it on a chair, she noticed Tammy had just dropped her clothing casually on the floor by her backpack. "We really are very different, aren’t we?" she asked, grinning, gesturing to the pile of clothes.
"Don’t worry. I’ll help you lose some of that staidness, and I bet there’s plenty of spontaneity and passion underneath, even if you do wear a white bra and knickers."
"I have got some colored ones somewhere. Navy blue and black anyway." Lydia could hear the slightly defensive tone in her own voice.
"Bet they’re just cotton though." Tammy grinned, lust clear in her eyes.
Lydia folded the beautiful quilt down to the foot of the bed and pulled back the soft, pale pink sheets that matched the pillowcases.
"Shut up and kiss me, again," she ordered. Her need to get closer to the very attractive naked woman in her bedroom was overpowering her natural tendencies to orderliness. She couldn’t wait any longer.
Then suddenly, the two women were on the bed, kissing and touching in a steadily building haze of passion.
Lydia pulled Tammy partly over her—the better to stroke her long back and to clutch her lightly rounded ass.
Tammy pressed her pelvis hard into Lydia’s and ground her hips so their mounds rubbed against each other. Heat engulfed Lydia. Her clit engorged and her honey started to slip from her pussy with the need to have more. More of Tammy.
Tammy sat astride Lydia’s hips and held her head still with both hands. Lydia stared straight into Tammy’s rich chocolate-brown eyes as Tammy’s mouth dropped down to possess hers. And it was possession. Lydia could sense the waves of desire rolling off Tammy in the controlling touch of her hands. She knew the other woman could feel the damp heat in her pussy just as Tammy’s cream was dripping onto her own body. Her nipples had grown so hard she was sure Tammy would see them in her peripheral vision.
Lydia thrust her hips up and wondered if the younger woman could even feel her clit. It was so hard and hot—positively throbbing with the need to be touched.

Berengaria Brown

Thursday, 7 October 2010

A real man...

A real man is a woman's best friend. He will
never stand her up and never let her down.
He will reassure her when she feels insecure
and comfort her after a bad day.

He will inspire her to do things she never
thought she could do; to live without fear
and forget regret. He will enable her to
express her deepest emotions and give in to
her most intimate desires. He will make sure
she always feels as though she's the most
beautiful woman in the room and will enable
her to be the most confident, sexy,
seductive, and invincible.

No wait... sorry... I'm thinking of wine.

It’s wine that does all that.......never mind...

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
Be an Amarinda book

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

It wasn’t me…

I was upstairs cleaning my teeth when I heard this god almighty crash under the house. I raced down, pj be-decked, toothbrush in hand, and opened up the downstairs. A big ornate Indonesian screen had fallen on Patrick, my car, and Roy, the possum who will not leave Chez Amarinda, was trying to look mighty innocent. I harangued him for several minutes but he refused to hang his head in shame – in fact he fell asleep. Nocturnes – they always have an out.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
Be an Amarinda book

Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Licking tatts...

I often get other writers emailing me asking me to describe how touching or licking a tattoo feels. I have tatts. I like them a lot. But I have no idea why people think your skin is more sensitive because of them. Yes, straight after it’s done and for about a week afterwards it feels like gravel rash – and I guess if the artist did a crap job he could damage your skin for life. But more sensitive to a lover’s touch? No. That's hype invented by romance writers. Licking a tatt? Touching a tatt? Go for it but it’s no G spot and I’d hate to think anyone would get one inked on them thinking it was. Don’t believe what you read.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
Be an Amarinda book

Monday, 4 October 2010

Do it yourself…

*Warning – this post mentions cocks. If you don’t like cocks then move on…

Recently I was asked if a man could suck his own cock. Hmmm…I have no idea and what would be the point of that? A writer wanted to use it in her latest book. I don’t know about you but I tend to think if a man can do this – a) he doesn’t need me and b) I would worry about his maturity. Why would a woman want to read about a man like that? Masturbation is fine but a man who can keep control is more exciting. I know erotica writers are always trying to find new ways to ‘do it’ but seriously? Sucking his own cock? While seeing a lover tug on his own cock is hot, some do-it-yourself jobs are not right.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
Be an Amarinda book happy...

Sunday, 3 October 2010

An Important Message from Ellen About Bullying

Say no to ignorance and intolerance.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
Be an Amarinda book

Saturday, 2 October 2010

Jungle tamed for now...

'Spent the day outside hacking, slashing and clearing the jungle outside Chez Amarinda. Where is Indiana when you need him?

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
Be an Amarinda book I get it....

Ok - finally got verification...the Ellora's Cave cheques are placed in the mouth of a tortoise. The tortoise climbs on the back of a Himalayan mountain goat who walks from Akron, Ohio, to the sea then he jumps in and swims to Australia...that's why they take so bloody long to arrive...

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
Be an Amarinda book

Friday, 1 October 2010


I was on the way home from pukeable work and I got stuck in the traffic heading to the Sunshine Coast. On Friday arvo Brisbane empties and people either go north to the Sunshine Coast or South to the Gold Coast. ‘Seems logical to me. As I waited, the van ahead of me and Patrick, my car, had this slogan - Don’t cry because it’s over smile coz it happened. Exactly.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
Be an Amarinda book