Help me welcome, Jennifer Lynne to the blog today! She's here to talk about her upcoming release, PLATINUM PASSION, and she'll be giving away a copy to one lucky person who leaves a comment. That could be you, but you have to leave a comment to win!
Can a naughty nun really jazz up your love life?
Thanks so much for having me here today, Roz.
With Christmas just around the corner and holiday spice in the air, I wanted to talk about some of the ways to bring the spice back into our love lives.
I'm in a long term relationship and definitely guilty at times of letting the stresses of everyday life interfere with that relationship. Especially at this time of year, when things start to get a bit frantic in the lead up to the holidays.
My hero and heroine in my new release, Platinum Passion (Gods of Love #1) are in a marriage rut and need a helping hand from Pothos, the Olympian god of sexual yearning. As one of the erotes and an aspect of Eros, Pothos and his visit is designed to give their marriage a boost in the passion stakes – if Jeannie and Jake are willing to accept what he has to offer.
But if, like me, you are too shy to invite one of the erotes to share your marriage bed, what are some of the more conventional ways to keep the romance going in a relationship?
Apart from obvious suggestions, like having a regular date night (my most recent date night was my daughter's dance concert – oh, romance, where have you gone?), cooking a nice dinner and adding candles, or a massage with scented oils (yes, please!), one of the things that can be fun is to dress up naughty and do a little play acting.
Now, I'm not saying one way or the other whether we do that at our place, but I do know something about this topic. J Up until a year ago I ran an internet fancy dress costume business, and our bestselling range was – yep – the "sexy" costumes. So what are the top 10 favorites for a taste of wicked fun in the bedroom?
Based on my experience (business experience, that is!), they would be (in no particular order):
Naughty nun
French maid
Naughty nurse
Roman gladiator
Greek god
G-string men's tuxedo
Bad cop
Teacher's aide
Naked cowboy
Wicked pirate
Which one – if any – takes your fancy? I chose a stunning Greek god to help return the passion to Jake and Jeannie's lives in Platinum Passion, and boy, does Pothos deliver!
So what do you do to keep the spark of attraction alive when you're with someone you love but it's well past that honeymoon phase? Leave a comment for a chance to win a digital copy of the M/M/F paranormal erotic romance, Platinum Passion, on release day (December 15th).
Blurb -
Three people. One erotic fantasy. And a twentieth wedding anniversary like no other.
Jeannie yearns for the return of passion in her marriage. Jake wants new excitement in the form of another man, in a way that won't upset the balance of his relationship with his wife. Pothos is one of the erotes and an aspect of Eros, the Olympian god of desire. This couple's distinctive yearning has called to him, and by the power of the erotes he intends to rekindle the flame of Jeannie and Jake's passion in a night of desire that could be the ultimate platinum anniversary gift.
And when the gods of love decide your marriage needs a boost, they never do it by halves.
Excerpt -
Caution - Sizzling Hot Adult Content
Just the way I like it! <grin>
"Maybe nice wasn't the best description for you," Jeannie admitted. Certainly not if he had a hand in the wicked images flitting through her mind.
His eyes shimmered in the moonlight as he met her gaze. Then a flash of white teeth as he grinned signaled his intention even before he bent to lift her into his arms. She squealed in mock horror as he began to wade out into the water.
"I take it back! You're better than nice! You're damn near perfect!"
"Damn near?" He lowered her until she could feel the ripple of gentle waves on her ass. The water was warm, not the harsh cold she was expecting. In fact, she realized, that felt...really good.
Better than good.
She stopped struggling, but her voice was breathless as she said, "If I admit you are absolutely and utterly perfect, will you lower me...just a touch?"
He pretended to consider. "Like this?"
His arms dipped and she was a few inches lower in the water now, the undulating wetness against her bare pussy like a gentle tongue lapping at her clit. Darting in and out and around every part of her sex in a persistent erotic tease like nothing she had ever experienced before. "Oh, yes," she gasped. "Just like that."
"Admit it, then."
"I do, I do," she moaned. "Perfect. Your butt...your body...your face...everything about you...turns me on so bad—oh!"
He'd dipped her again, a little deeper this time, yet his arms were not even straining at the effort of holding her weight. She could feel his phallus pressed against her hip, her body stroking up and down the length of him as he repeatedly raised and lowered her into the water.
He was doing that on purpose. And it felt so...damn...good.
One of her arms was around his neck and she clutched at dark strands of silken hair.
"Pothos," she gasped. "It's like you're...manipulating the waves...or something. It's...I—"
"The erotes command the power of Aphrodite," he said, dipping and lifting, over and over. "Our desire, like our mother before us, was born of the sea." The words made no sense to her, but the foaming crest of each small wave continued to caress her like a lover until she couldn't concentrate on anything but their touch. Now it felt like his fingers, now his tongue. The warm night air and the contrasting cool ripple of water.
Over and over.
Until she couldn't take any more.
"I can't hold on," she gasped. "I think I'm going to..." A wave once again whispered along her slit. "Oh God, Pothos, I'm going to come—"
"Yes!" His voice was fierce, triumphant, and at the sound she came apart in his arms, bucking and shrieking through her orgasm as he continued to hold her in the path of the gentle but insistent tide.
Then, as she finally quieted, he moved further out into the ocean and lowered her all the way until she was immersed up to her neck. He was still holding her clutched against him, but now she could feel a trembling in his arms. "That is only the first of many tonight," he said.
She reached up and touched his cheek in wonder. "What about you? I can feel your need, Pothos."
"My need is enormous," he admitted, and she chuckled.
"I know that," she said drily. "But—"
"Shh." He placed a brief kiss on her lips. "My needs will be sated this night. Do not worry, little one."
He put her down and she stumbled in the waves before strong arms pulled her close and held her. She rested her cheek against him, enjoying the vibration of his strong heartbeat. They stood like that a moment longer before he took her hand and led her back to the water’s edge. The sand was so fine it felt like silt beneath her feet. They stood in the balmy air, moisture dripping off their bodies, listening to the relentless slap of the sea as it met the shore. The folds of flesh along her slit, caressed only minutes earlier by that same tide, were still so heavy it almost felt like her womb was about to fall out. His unsated cock jutted out in front of him, a stark reminder that there was more to come in this encounter. Again she was assailed by the scent of musky passion.
The scent of Pothos.
She wished even harder that her husband was here to enjoy this moment with them, and as if he sensed her thoughts, Pothos smiled.
"Now we are ready for Jake," he said, and pointed back up the beach.
Get to know Jennifer -
Jen is a mum of two who works by day in hospital admin and at night writes erotic romance from her home in Melbourne, Australia. She lives in hope that readers will continue to enjoy her stories of love and lust!
Thanks so much, Jennifer for stopping by today! I can't wait to get my hands on Platinum Passion!
Now, dear readers - What do you do to spice up your love life? Leave a comment for a chance to win your very own copy of Platinum Passion!
Watch Me by Jennifer Lynne
I should have told Colton what he could do with his money, but I
need it to keep the doors of my dance studio open. So, here I am, naked and
bound, with a bull rope around my waist, and despite the intricate suspension
system holding me up, I’m falling hard. Falling for the impossible man who
threw me for a loop and lassoed my heart. Beth
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