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Happy New Year

What’s the best thing about New Year’s Eve?

Anything that happened last year that you want to forget and pretend never happened? No problem, put it behind you and move on—it’s a whole new year!

Anything you want to happen? It’s a whole new year, anything is possible. Dream big, its all good.

Happy New Year!


I am sending everyone very warm Happy New Year Wishes!!! I hope your holidays were wonderful and full of love.

I personally am not big on New Year Resolutions…If you want to do something! Do it! Why wait for the New Year. Also I have never kept a resolution so maybe that’s why I’m not big on them!!! LOL!

However! I do set goals. When 2008 started my dad and I decided it was time to get serious and start sending out submissions. I was the type that started one book after another but never finished. So I got serious and sat down and finished my first story. I sent three submissions out in 2008…and as you can guess not only did I send out Savage Love but I got a contract and it was released in October 2008!!!!

I set a goal for 2009 that I would have 5 books out and published! So far I have contracts for four so one more and I will have my goal accomplished for 2009! My dad (laughing) tells me I need to add to my goal but I’m happy with it. If I am lucky enough to have more then that would just be an extra bonus.

I am still waiting for my dad to send out his…

My advice to aspiring authors is pretty much what I told myself…SEND IT OUT!!! I consider myself truly blessed that I found a home with Total-E-Bound. I love everyone here and believe this was the place meant for me.

2009 is starting on a very high note with my next book Seduced By The Neighbour scheduled for release on March 2nd! So I raise a glass to you all…Let this year ROCK!

If you haven’t read Savage Love my book from The Halloween Bite Me Stories here’s a little of what you’re missing…

Moving to her side Alex lifted a strawberry to her mouth and Kelly took a delicate bite. "I love this mouth." He said before taking possession of it. The strawberry that was still in her mouth was transferred to his and she laughed when he pulled away.

Thumbing her nipples through the soft material of the old shirt he pulled a moan from her.

"Let’s get more comfortable." He told her a moment before he pulled the shirt over her head.

Kelly moved to her knees and Alex pulled the sweats off her hips. Once she was naked she helped him removed his shirt and jeans. Climbing onto his lap she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

"Kelly." Alex pushed the hair from her neck placing small sweet kisses.
Leaning back she met his eyes. They were serious and his emotions making them swirl. "What is it Alex."

"I want you to stay. Here with me."

Kelly looked at him seeing he was serious. "We barely know each other Alex."

"I know I’ve never felt this way before. I know I fought it for a year and you still consume every thought. I’m in love with you Kelly."

"Alex." Kelly spoke softly unsure what she would say.

"Mate with me." He asked taking her mouth in a deep sensual kiss.

Kelly returned the kiss putting the feelings she couldn’t put into words in the kiss.

Alex laid her down moving against her. As he rubbed his swollen cock against her juices he moaned at the sensations. Kelly opened for him and he slipped into her wetness filling her.

Kelly arched her back taking Alex further deeper. He moved in slow deep thrusts filling not only her body but her heart and soul.

"Alex." She whispered and he leaned over kissing her deeply.

The natural rhythm began to pick up as entered her then pulled out to slam into her again.

With her legs around Alex’s waist and her feet crossed Kelly lifted her hips to meet each stroke.

Alex felt sweat break out on his forehead but he kept his stroke deep and slow. Kelly moved with him pulling him in and holding him only to release him and repeat. She was his everything.

When her breath started coming out in pants and her eyes closed with pleasure he let his canines lengthen and he brushed them against her neck. She shivered as he scraped the skin and when he bit into her she cried out exploding around him. Milking him of his own release sucking his essence into her.
Crissy Smith
Letting the WILD out...


WINNING MOLLY -- Here's how to beat the winter blues!

Her bike was parked in the sand by his beach house, but when Win Coulter catches up with Molly at the water’s edge and accuses her of trespassing, she wants much more from him than the right to walk on the beach. Win is happy to comply with her request for hot wild sex, but he quickly becomes both lover and protector when Molly and her father are threatened.

Grab a copy of “Winning Molly” when it’s released on January 12th. There’s nothing better than hot sex at the beach when winter weather gets you down!

I’m also having a contest and it’s soooo easy to enter. Just drop me an email at and tell me the name and location of your favorite beach. (No, you don't have to tell me if you had hot sex on that beach!) I’ll post the entries on my website – -- and on January 12, (hint: release date) I’ll draw a winner from those entered. No thinking involved! It’s easy.

The prize? Well, considering I’m going to the beach over holiday, I’ll find something totally appropriate for the winner; or maybe something really cheesy.

To whet your appetite, here’s an excerpt from “Winning Molly”:

She turned in his arms, lifting her hands to frame his face, pulling him down until their mouths touched. The kiss was torrid; sucking his breath from his body and leaving him wanting more.

He could feel a desperate need in her kiss. The hot essence of sexual desire poured over him, drowning him in that need. They were strangers, yet each wanted what the other seemed more than willing to give.

Clothes flew. He thought he heard cloth rip but neither of them slowed. The instant bare, hot skin touched he knew this was going to be a quick, hard fuck. He was too turned on; she was too needy.

He started to pick her up to carry her to the bedroom. Instead, she lifted her leg to his hip, sliding her calf along his ass to urge him closer. When he palmed her soft butt cheeks, she lifted the other leg, locking her ankles at the small of his back.

“If that’s the way you want it,” he murmured, shuffling toward the closest wall. When he felt her back touch, he lifted her hips, his cock unerringly finding her hot opening. He slammed into her and stopped, groaning with the wet heat of her. She was tight, her muscles adjusting to his size and then squeezing around him in welcome.

No foreplay, no seduction. No casual hints that he wanted to fuck her and no demure hesitation on her part. Just slam me up against the wall and fuck me sex.

His male ego was exalting in her need for him, even if his intellectual self questioned whether any cock would have satisfied her. With every hard thrust into her willing body, his intelligence receded into the background until only his ego remained.

Fuck her. Give her what she wants. Do it.

With a cry she climaxed and Win shoved up into her and stilled, letting the spasms clutch around him. He gritted his teeth and concentrated on not coming, but she felt so fucking good!
Hell no, his ego said, enjoy the pleasure. Wait her out, then give her more.

He watched her face; her eyes closed and her lips curved. Her tongue came out to lick her lips and he bent closer to kiss her. Soft lips opened beneath his assault and he deepened the kiss, tongues touching, exploring until his cock jerked inside her.

His control became nonexistent.

Win cupped her ass and carried her to his bedroom, lowering them both to the mattress without sliding free. His cock was so hard and long it wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until it was satisfied.

As he settled between her legs, she unlocked her ankles and planted her feet on the bed, pushing upward.

“You want more?” he asked, gently lifting a lock of silky hair off her face and smoothing it across his pillow.

“You haven’t finished.”

He grinned at the concern in her voice. Sensitive woman to have noticed. “Believe me, I’m having fun. It’s early yet.”
It’s a Win-Win situation!
“Winning Molly – January 12th!


Happy Holidays One and All

You don't have to believe in Santa to sit on his lap.

Dakota Rebel


Anything could happen!

I'm one of those obsessively organised people who make lists and spread sheets about everything.

I know how many words I've written every day for the last two years, I keep track of how many days it takes me to edit a story, I have a database of all the story ideas I haven't written yet.

I plan things out.

But, one of the most exciting things about writing, my favourite thing of all, is the blank sheet of paper. I love sitting down at my desk and starting a new project, because there aren't any limits on what could happen in that new story.

Anything could happen, and I love that feeling.

I find New Years Eve has something of the same quality. It's a new year, a fresh start, the begining of something - it's a blank page waiting to be written on.

And at that one moment on New Years Eve, anything could happen next.

I'll make a list of new years resolutions, most of which won't happen. (I've had - be able to do the splits written on my list for the last five years, and I haven't managed it yet!) And I'll make lots of plans for 2009, almost all of which will be re-written by the end of January.

What will actually happen in 2009 is a mystery, and for all my planning, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Twelve months ago, I never thought I'd be where I am right now. I had this crazy idea that I wanted to have a story accepted for publication in 2008. That was it - my big goal for the year - One story sent off and someone saying yes to it. My editor just accepted my 10th story.

I didn't really expect to have anything on sale this year either. But that happened too. The Gift was released this month.

Christmas day may have come and gone, but for me Christmas lasts until January 5th when my Christmas decorations come down. And, as a very famous man once wrote in his book: "I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year." So it's not certainly to late to share another excerpt of my Christmas title, based on the same idea of Christmas Spirits - in this case on the Spirit of Christmas past.

I really enjoyed writing Charles and Nicky's story (so much so I'm incredibly tempted to write another story about them for next year...) and if you choose to read it, I hope you enjoy it too.

Hope you have a lovely Christmas, if you celebrate it or not.

Here's a bit about the book.


If Charles prefers leather to tinsel, that’s okay. Nicky is still sure he can teach his master to love Christmas – with the aid of a perfect gift.

Just because Charles doesn’t see any point in making a fuss about Christmas, that doesn’t mean he can’t tolerate Nicky’s passion for tinsel and holly. He’s never forbidden his pet from enjoying any of his Christmas traditions and he thinks that’s enough.

Nicky has one ambition – to give his master a perfect Christmas. He’s willing to do anything to make that happen – even if it means taking risks and asking his master for special privileges - even if that means inviting a third man into their bed.

The Spirit of Christmas Past isn’t used to visiting Christmases that involve quite so much nudity, passion or kinky sex. Leading a dominant man like Charles through the Christmases isn’t easy – and keeping his eyes off the frequently naked Nicky is impossible. Still, all the spirit can do is enjoy the show – because his job is to bring lovers together and fade away inconspicuously. That’s the plan. However, if someone suddenly wants to thank him, who is he to say no?

New Excerpt:

Nicky looked around the room. “Stupid.” He shook his head at himself, knowing he should have broken Charles into the idea more slowly. Nicky wandered back across to the tree. He picked up a bauble from the box and hung it on the end of a branch. He frowned at the gleaming ball of glass.

“Beautiful,” Charles said.

Nicky turned to see his master once more standing in the doorway, now dressed in jeans and a long sleeved T-shirt and looking infinitely more pleased with the world. Nicky’s face lit up with a beaming smile. He offered Charles one of the fancy purple baubles.

Charles laughed. “Not the tree, pet, you.”

Nicky blushed, half at the compliment and half at the mistake.

Charles took the decoration anyway. He twirled the bauble around his finger, watching it catch the light from the dozens of fairy lights already on the tree. He hung it on a branch.

Nicky offered him another one from the box.

Charles took that one too.

He stepped closer to Nicky, pressing his clothed body against his bare back. Charles barely looked at the bauble before he hooked it onto an empty branch.

Nicky gave him another. Charles leaned against Nicky’s body to reach a higher branch. His free hand settled on Nicky’s waist. As he straightened, pulling Nicky back to lean against his chest, his hand slid around his pet’s body.

He was already half hard, responding as rapidly as he always did to the change in his master’s mood. Charles wrapped his hand around Nicky’s cock and took up a slow, stroking rhythm.

Nicky gasped. A bauble dropped from his fingertips, bouncing on the thick carpet. Charles turned him around. Trapping his erection between them, he pulled Nicky in close for a deep kiss.

Their lips moulded together until Nicky whimpered and pressed against his master, desperate for more than a kiss. As Charles trailed his lips along his jaw line to his ear, Nicky trembled in his arms. Charles slid his hands over Nicky’s bottom, massaging the tight muscles in his grip. Nicky felt his master’s cock rapidly stiffening against him.

Charles might not be over enamoured with his decorating, but there were some things Charles always liked. Sliding his fingers along his cleft, Charles smiled against Nicky’s ear when he found he was all lubed up and ready for him.

“Expecting company, pet?”

“I always like to be ready for my master,” Nicky whispered.

*End of excerpt*

Thanks for reading everyone.

If you'd like to read a longer excerpt, you can do that here.

Or you can read a fantastic review of the story here.

I also have a website here.

And a blog here.

Take care everyone,

Kim Dare.

Kink, love and a happy ending.


New Year's Gifts

It's the most wonderful time of the year...
New Year's!
As we move from the hustle and bustle of the holidays, a bright, shiny new year awaits!
As a certified coach, I encourage you to take a few minutes to think about what you'd like out of 2009. Life happens at warp speed, whether we're ready for it, or not. If we don't focus on what we want out of life, we generally don't get what we want.
As you decide what you want, I suggest you write it down. The very act of writing it out engages the left side of the brain. The right side, the more creative side, is the side we tap into when we're dreaming, when we're exploring the possibilities that lie ahead of us in 2009.
At least once a month, and preferably once a week, look at your list. Hold it. Read your dreams out loud. The feel of the paper (or the "touch" of your fingers on the keyboard if you wrote on your computer) and the sound of your voice all work together to help anchor your wants, dreams, and desires.
But it all starts with the very first step, dreaming, wishing, hoping, thinking...
Next month, we'll talk about the crucial next step...
Until then... Happy New You!!


Top 10 Reasons Why Christmas Trees Are Better Than Men

Merry Christmas!

I hope everyone has a lovely holiday and gets some time to relax. If you’re looking for something to read, don’t forget my m/f Christmas romance, Secret Santa. TEB has plenty other hot holiday titles, a lovely Christmas Spirits line, and some great titles from last Christmas that should not be forgotten. Check out Bobbie Russell's Joyfully Recommended title, Once Upon a Starry Night!

Now, a little something just for fun:

Top 10 Reasons Why Christmas Trees Are Better Than Men

10. It gets turned on only when you want it turned on.

9. You don't have to put up with a Christmas tree all year.

8. You can throw a Christmas tree out when it wears out.

7. A Christmas tree doesn't get mad if you break one of its balls.

6. A Christmas tree has cute balls.

5. A Christmas tree is always happy with its size.

4. A Christmas tree always looks good - even when it's lit.

3. A Christmas tree stays up for 12 days and nights.

2. Even small ones give satisfaction.

1. A Christmas tree is always erect.

Happy Holidays!

Jamie Hill