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Friday 22 May 2015

Flash Fiction Friday - T.V.


Hello and welcome back to #FFF Flash Fiction Friday.

 

This is where we have to write 100 words relating to a chosen picture. This weeks picture is a little saucy ;-) Here, take a look:

 


So here are my 100 words no more, no less.

 

“Babe, fancy a drink?”

Martine sat on the sofa watching the T.V. She really didn’t fancy dressing up tonight, but Matt had said she needed to. She there she sat in the black dress he had begged her to wear. Its low cut V shape at the front came down to her breastbone.

“Yes please,” she said absentmindedly with her gaze fixed on half naked cowboy on the screen.

She hadn’t heard him walk in the room.

“Happy anniversary baby.”

Martine looked in his direction and her draw dropped to see him naked and looking very pleased to see her.

 

There you go, 100 words exactly. Don’t forget to stop by and read all the other flashes. The same picture but always 100 different words. You can find them all here:


 

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Until next time, take care.

Jessica xXx

Thursday 21 May 2015

Thursday Tasters - Yoseph





Hello and welcome back to Thursday Tasters.

 

This is where I choose 400 words to showcase some of my written work.

Last week I left you with a cliff hanger, so it’s only fair to continue the story. Last week was the end of a chapter, so this week we start a new one. Please note that this is all my own work, none of which has been edited.

 

“Joe, are you ok?”  Ayasha asked as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Did you hear that?” Joe asked, knowing full well she wouldn’t have.

“The voice in your head again?”

Joe breathed out a sigh of irritation. “You know they are not in my head Ayasha.” He snapped back.

She looked up at him, her eyes full of sympathy. “Sorry.”

Joe relaxed the frown that had formed across his forehead. He knew she didn’t mean it the way it came out, but it bugged him non the less. Like so many times before he would brush it off. But what if they are in my head? What if I am going crazy? He forced those thoughts from his mind and started to walk on through the woods. The bluebells were just starting to open up, giving the bed a purple haze.

“What did she say this time?” Ayasha asked, as she walked beside him and placed her hand in his.

That simple action brushed away the irritation her comment had caused. She was a good woman, the best.

“She was just calling Yoseph again, asking where he was. Her voice is so desperate and haunting, like she is trying to find him.”

“You’re sure she is saying Yoseph?”

“Absolutely. I know it’s so close to my name,” Joe said as their gazes met.

“Any Idea who she is?”

“Nope. She doesn’t say anything else, just calls for Yoseph mostly. You know,” Joe continued with a smirk on his face. “Wouldn’t it be cool if I had this soul trapped inside my body that I was able to communicate with?”

Ayasha looked up at him with eyebrows raised. “Really?”

“You don’t believe in ghosts?” he asked in a serious tone.

There was something that flashed in her eyes, but before Joe could name the emotion, it was gone, but not without leaving him feeling uneasy.

“Ghosts? No.”

Joe broke away from her gaze and looked at the muddy path they were following.

“Witches, shifters, mind controllers, now they. They are worth believing in?”

“You’re joking right?” Joe said with a chuckle as he stopped walking and looked at her. Her eyes stayed focused on him, her face still and lips showing no sign of a smirk. “You’re serious?”

“Absolutely.”

That's all from me, but don't forget to pop by and read all the other writers giving you a little taster. You can find them here:


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You can find me on:


Twitter @jpstevens79


 

Until next time, take care.
Jessica xXx

Sunday 17 May 2015

Sexy Snippets - Yoseph


 
 
Hello and welcome back to Sexy Snippets.

Hope you have all been keeping well since last week.

This weeks snippets is from current WIP, Yoseph, which is the sequel to Alana. This is unedited:

 

For all the woman’s wisdom, she was out of touch when it came to Joe.

“No grandmother, he still thinks he is half crazy.”

“Are you in love with him?”

Ayasha felt her cheeks burn at her grandmother’s question. Anger started to rumble in the pit of her stomach.

“It doesn’t matter what I fell for Joe. Because of all the lies, we can never be. Hell, he doesn’t even know who I really am.”

 

I hope you enjoyed this snippet. Don’t forget to pop by and see all the other writers taking part today. You can find them all right here:


That’s it from me this week, whatever you do today, enjoy.

 

You can find me on:


Twitter @jpstevens79


 

Until next time, take care.

Jessica xXx

Friday 15 May 2015

Flash Fiction Friday - The Lake






Hello and welcome back to Flash Fiction Friday. I hope you have had a super week. In the Stevens household, we are preparing to move house.
 
We have found our forever home in a lovely little village where our daughter goes to school. The only problem is that I am not so much a patient person when it comes to getting what I want. I have visually moved my furniture into the new house, and would like to have a move date now lol. Fingers crossed it will be mid-June when we get to move, but I’ll keep you posted.

 

Okay, so back to #FFF, this is where we are given a picture and have to write a snippet relating to it. 100 words exactly, no more, no less.

The picture this week:

 


“Listen,” she whispered “It’s so quiet.”

He covered her waist with his strong arms, interlocking his fingers together to cover her naval.

“It’s beautiful. There has always been something about that willow tree that brings a calming effect. Its leaves remind me of tears that run down to the lake.”

She giggled, “I never had you down for a romantic.”

“Oh no?” he said breaking his fingers apart and turning slightly to meet her gaze.

“No,” she replied with certainty.

“You’re right,” he answered as he gave her playful shove right into the water.

“Holly fuck it’s cold,” she gasped

 


That’s my flash for today. Be sure to check out all the other writers taking part. You can find them all here:


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Until next time, take care.

Jessica xXx

Thursday 14 May 2015

Thursday Tasters - Yoseph



Hello and welcome back to Thursday Tasters.

This is where we post a snippet of our current work, with no more than 400 words.  This week I have chosen to give you a snippet from Yoseph, my current WIP. This is completely unedited...you have been warned.



“Alana, are you ok?” Nick asked. She felt his hand on her cheek but she couldn’t speak.

“I can’t stop this bleed. Mr Valaskin, you need to take your son,” The midwife said as she expertly detached the baby from Alana’s breast, wrapped him in a towel and handed placed him in Nick’s arms. “We have to get your wife into theatre. We can’t stop this bleeding.”

Alana’s mind was full of pictures of people. Memories of her past flashing through her mind. There. She focused on the image. A boy was laughing at her. She focused on his face, and there were the eyes she was so desperate to find. Her brother.

“Yoseph,” Alana mumbled out unconsciously.

“Yosheph? You want to call our son Yoseph?” Nick spoke to Alana as the midwives started to pull her bed out of the room. “We’ll call him whatever you like, just stay with my baby, okay?” Nick pleaded as he walked alongside her bed.

“You have to stay here Mr Valaskin.” Someone will come and see you shortly.

Yoseph, where are you? Alana searched her memories but try as she may, she couldn’t find him. She felt alone and scared. I need you Yoseph.

“Her heart rate is high and she’s losing a lot of blood,” A voice in the distance said. Alana couldn’t focus any more. Her mind went blank.


Don't forget to stop by an read all the other writers tasters. You can find them all here:


http://thursdaytasters.blogspot.co.uk/




You can find me on:


Twitter @jpstevens79


 

Until next time, take care.

Jessica xXx

Sunday 10 May 2015

Sexy Snippets - Behind The Makeup



Hello and welcome back to another Sexy Snippets.
 
What a week it has been! Only four days this week, due to the Bank Holiday here, but my goodness, it was long. Behind The Makeup released on Tuesday, so it has been non stop but I have loved every bit of it.
 
Anyway, back to the snippets, with this weeks being taken from Behind The Makeup. This is the last night of Beth's tour. The last night that Gareth will be her body guard.
 
 

  
 
“What about you? Last night doing this before you return to detective. Are you going to miss it?”

Gareth’s chuckle made her turn and look at him. “Well, I think it might be a little safer being a detective,” he teased.

Beth didn’t respond. She felt her cheeks heat up and turned her gaze to the floor.
“Hey, what’s up?” Gareth said as he closed the gap between them and placed a hand on each of her shoulders.


I hope you have enjoyed the snippets from Behind The Makeup. I'll be back nest week with something from my current WIP. But for now, Ill leave you with all the other talented authors and their snippets. You can find them here:

http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html?zx=c7b17bfbf8246fd2#.VU8R8cpFCoY

Just in case you enjoyed the snippets so much, you would like to know more, Here is the cover, blurb and buy link.





Elizabeth Rhey is a world class singer who has come home to North West London to complete the final dates of her last tour. Then her way word brother gets in trouble with the police again, and she is about ready to wash her hands of him. Only he’s dead. She finds herself caught up in a police investigation, where her past secrets catch up with her. 

Gareth Buchanan is Beth’s bodyguard. It wasn’t his chosen career, just one he landed on after taking a break from the police force. When Beth’s brother is killed and the investigation around his death unravels, he finds himself getting very close to Beth. With a desperate need to protect her, Gareth is forced to confront is own ghost.

Both their lives are turned upside down as they find out who is behind her brother’s death. Can they face their past to find peace for their future?


You can purchase Behind The Makeup from here:


You can find me on:
Twitter @jpstevens79
 
Until next time, take care.
Jessica xXx
 

Friday 8 May 2015

Flash Fiction Friday - Ride Home





Hello and welcome back to Flash Fiction Friday.  This is where we are given a picture of inspiration and have to write about it in no more than 100 words.  This is the picture we were given:

 


The low grumble of an engine vibrated in my chest. I knew the sound of his bike anywhere. Against my sensibility I turned around slowly to see Greg astride his bike, wearing his trademark red bandana. “You still pissed at me baby?”

I looked him in the eyes and folded my arms across my chest.

His deep chuckle sent tingles straight to my core and I knew right then he was going to win.

“We can waist time arguing over semantics, but either way, you know you’re going to let me ride you all the way home.”

I was gone.

 

Hope you liked my Flash. Don’t forget to stop by all the other writers taking part today. You can find them here:


http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.co.uk/



You can find me on:


Twitter @jpstevens79


 

Until next time, take care.

Jessica xXx

Thursday 7 May 2015

Thursday Tasters - Behind The Makeup




Hello and welcome back to Thursday Tasters.  It has been one seriously busy week here. We took the J’s camping for the long weekend and then it has been non stop promo all the way for my latest release, Behind The Makeup.

So I thought it was only fair that this week I give you a little snippet from this book.

“Let me,” he said, unsure of the right words. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, but at the same time he didn’t want to scare her away. Beth looked directly into his eyes. She held her stare for a moment more, before her body relaxed underneath him and she stopped trying to roll him over onto his back. Gareth leaned over her and kissed down her neck, his hands working her T-shirt free from the waist line of her jeans. He pulled the top up her body, and his hand glided over her silky smooth skin and up to the mound of her breast.

Gareth prised his fingers between the cotton fabric and her flesh, as his hands cupped her fullness and he stroked her proud nipple with his thumb. She took a sharp intake of breath and arched her back off the bed. He could see the goose bumps prickle on her arm as he massaged her breast, revelling in the way her body responded to his touch. With a keen mind to have her naked, he stripped her of her clothes completely, discarding them on the floor, along with his own.

He lay down on his side and pulled Beth against him, so they were chest to chest. Her hand slid up and down his back, her nails applying pressure and sent sizzling heat straight to his crotch. Beth wriggled against him, teasing him. Before she could take any control, he pulled back and shuffled down the bed so he was eye level with her belly button. He took in a deep breath, sealed his lips against her skin and blew out.

The sound of her laughter rang through his ears. She pulled her knees up instinctively and it connected with his chin.

 

 

Don’t forget to check out all the other writers taking part in todays tasters. You can find them all here:


 

In case you would like to know more, will leave you with the blurb, cover work and buy link for Behind The Makeup.

 


Elizabeth Rhey is a world class singer who has come home to North West London to complete the final dates of her last tour. Then her way word brother gets in trouble with the police again, and she is about ready to wash her hands of him. Only he’s dead. She finds herself caught up in a police investigation, where her past secrets catch up with her. 

Gareth Buchanan is Beth’s bodyguard. It wasn’t his chosen career, just one he landed on after taking a break from the police force. When Beth’s brother is killed and the investigation around his death unravels, he finds himself getting very close to Beth. With a desperate need to protect her, Gareth is forced to confront is own ghost.

Both their lives are turned upside down as they find out who is behind her brother’s death. Can they face their past to find peace for their future?


You can find me on:


Twitter @jpstevens79


 

Until next time, take care.

Jessica xXx

Cherie Nicholls - Wind Born


Hello again and boy do I have a treat for you! Today I am leaving you in the amazingly talented arms of Cherie Nicholls and her #outnow  Wind Born.

Before I hand over, I wanted to share an interview I had with Cherie.


Q: What was it that gave you inspiration for this story?

A: Everyone knows I love a shifter but outside of my book Property Lines, I’ve not really played with witches. What can be more exciting than a powerful elemental witch with a white lion for a best friend? I really enjoyed writing it.

 

Q: Can you give a brief explanation as to what the story is about?

A: It’s about Aura, the air elemental and her best friend Luka the white lion and their relationship. Luka is firmly stuck in the best friend zone. Or as he puts it, is in fact King of the Best Friend Zone.

 

Q: Who is your fav character and why?

A: I love them both. Which is strange cause I usually pick one over the other, but in this book I actually identify with both.

 

Q: Do you have a favourite part in the story, other than the happy ending?

A: Yeah, everytime they argue, which they do a lot for best friends. They can be quite creative with their putdowns.

 

Q: If you had to choose between pizza and Nandos, which would you pick?

A: Pizza. God invented pepperoni for a reason… to make pizza great!


Now you know here a little more, lets get back to Wind Born.

 

Amazing cover right? I'll let Cherie tell you more...

Thank you for having me!

Ok this is my book, Wind Born and it’s been a little bit of a labor of love. Those who know me, know that I’m not always able to dedicate the time I’d like to writing. Wind Born has taken me over a year to write, seriously.

But this annoying Air Element just wouldn’t leave me alone, so I was forced to write her story. Man when you’re a High Priestess you sure do expect everyone to do as you say… rude!

Let me introduce you to Aura and her best friend, Luka.

 

Blurb:

Luka Barend is an alpha lion shifter, member of the Shifter Council, teacher, and big brother. He's also stuck firmly in the “friend zone.” In point of fact he is King of the Best Friend zone. Sometimes it really sucks to be him.

Aura Vietor is a High Priestess, an air elemental witch, and a woman who really, really wants Luka to realize that his best friend is actually a woman, with needs. Many, many dirty needs. Stupid blind lion shifter!

 

Excerpt:

Luka lay facedown on his bed and wondered, not for the first time, what he could’ve done in a previous life to be cursed with a family like this.

Granted, what with them all being orphaned at young ages and ending up in children’s homes, he’d not had much choice. But still he must’ve really pissed off a couple of gods in a previous life if this crazy menagerie was his punishment.

“So I said to her, ‛Baby, if you’re impressed now, you should see what I can do with it.’ And let me tell you, she was really impressed.”

He looked up at one of his younger brothers and glared. In nature, lions and wolves didn’t mix. Sadly, that wasn’t the case here. He was a lion shifter, and Nate—well, Nate was a pain-in-the-ass wolf-coyote shifter. Another perk of being in an adopted, mixed breed family.

“Is there a reason you’re in my house?”

“Sure.”

He waited, but Nate didn’t seem to want to offer more.

“Nate, it’s been a long day. I’ve been in a council meeting for the last five hours. Tell me why you’re here before I shift and bite your tiny little wolf head off.”

“Seriously, bro, since you made the council, your fun meter has dropped, like, twenty percent.”

“Nathaniel!”

“Geez, chill. I’m here because Aura was looking for you. Something about a ritual and the lake. If she needs a sex sacrifice, I’m totally up for that.”

Luka dropped his head back to the bed and groaned.

“Please tell me you didn’t offer her your services.”

“I thought about it, and then I remembered the last time I kindly offered my time and how it took a month for the green color to fade from my fur.”

“Smart move. I’ll give her a call. Now get out.”

“I’m crashing here tonight,” Nate threw over his shoulder as he headed for the door.

“You have your own place.”

“Yeah, but your place is closer. I mean I’m literally already standing in it. So, win.”

He didn’t argue as Nate closed the door. It was true he did have his own place, but more often than not, Luka would walk into the kitchen to find one or more of his siblings there.

He was sure some psychologists would say it had to do with their childhoods. How losing their parents at such young ages had affected them. Now they would cling together, needing each other’s presence to feel secure and connected.

Personally, he thought that was all crap and they just liked eating him out of house and home.

With a resigned sigh, he rolled onto his back and grabbed his phone off the bedside table.

He punched the quick-dial number and waited for the call to be answered. It didn’t matter that it was near midnight. There wasn’t a worry that he’d wake up the person at the other end. Aura was a night owl, something he’d learned as a kid.

“About goddamn time, freak,” was the greeting he received. As tired as he was, he couldn’t help smiling.

“Sorry if I wasn’t waiting by the phone for your call, hag.”

“What were you doing? Off licking your own ass?”

“No, I was with the council planning our witch hunt.”

“Yeah, like you’d have any chance against us.”

“Us? Who said anything about the others? Nope, we’re just planning on hunting whining air elemental witches.”

“Flea-ridden alley cat.”

“Reject from The Wizard of Oz.

There was silence on the other end for a second before he heard the snorted laugh.

The sound warmed his heart. Aura might be an air elemental witch, a rare breed of witch to say the least. She might even be one of the most powerful magical women in the world. But first and foremost, she was his best friend. And wasn’t that all sorts of fun. Somewhere in their teen years he’d landed not only in the friend zone, but he was in point of fact, king of the best-friend zone. Yay him.

“So what did that boring group of dried up has-beens have to say this time?”

“That group of has-beens is the authority around here, and I happen to be a member, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I told you when they asked you to join that you’d be at least nine hundred years too young. But no, you wouldn’t listen. So deal with it, kitten.”

“No, please, Aura. You’re drowning me with your admiration.”

“Bite me.”

“Only if you ask me nice.”

He heard her breathy laugh come down the line again and willed his body not to react. He’d have more chance swimming up a waterfall.

“So, I hear you were looking for me,” he said, and tried hard to distract his body and the part of him that was getting hard at the thought of her luscious mouth on it.

“Sure was. The full moon is coming.”

“And? Happens all the time.”

“Yes, I know that, o wise one. But this one is different. It’s a blood moon. Rare and very powerful. I need to have a ceremony down at the lake. It’s going to happen, but I figured I should get your approval first, what with you being all council-like now. That way the boring old farts can’t shut me down.”

“You ask so nicely too.”

“You want nice? Okay, fine.” He closed his eyes. He knew what was coming and so did his body. “Please, Luka. Oh, oh, oh, God, please, Luka,” she panted down the line. “I promise to be a good girl, really good…oh, mmm, so good.”

He swallowed hard and forced out a laugh. “You’re getting better at that.”

“I should be. Practice does make perfect.”

That dragged a silent snarl from him. The thought of another man’s hands on what he’d always considered his had his lion pawing to get out.

“Fine, have your little magic show at the lake. But don’t poison the lake, don’t burn anything down, and, Aura, if you really must be naked, at least put up a border spell so I don’t find a group of teenagers all standing there watching you and your coven.”

“Man, Nate was right—you really have lost your fun side. Okay, fine, Mr. Prude. I’ll make sure the poor innocent boys are shielded from our perfection. I guess I shouldn’t really ruin them for all the other women.”

“I appreciate it. Now go away. I have sleeping to do, and your cackle grates on my last nerve.”

“Yeah, love you too, twinkle.”

He hung up, dropped the phone back onto the table, and lay back down.

Luka stared up at the ceiling and wondered again if the gods were messing with him.


© Cherie Nicholls 2015

 
 
 

Author Info:

Cherie Nicholls is an author of Paranormal Romance. By day she is an IT Manager and by night she whips up worlds where alpha men find their mates and people are always more than human.

Cherie was born and lives in London, UK, and is a daughter, sister, sister-in-law, aunt, aunt-in-law, great-aunt, and godmother in an ever-growing family. She has a passion for shifter stories, most any sport and thimbles…don’t ask.

 

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