You only have to look at my backlist to know that I love Anthologies. There is something about an anthology call that I just cannot resist. Her Type Of Guy is an Anthology of naughty short stories, and this hot little number is not the result of any Anthology call - oh no. This is the result of a fun conversation the five us of were having on our publisher's loop one day.
I believe it was Michaela who made a throw away comment and we all ran with it, and before you knew it, we had a solid idea and our fingers were flying. And what makes it extra special is that we are all from the UK, and have met in person. In fact Raven and Michaela are members of my critique group, and Ella and Morgan are fellow Evernight Authors.
So, naturally once we had all completed our two stories each, we had to sub it to Evernight Publisher, and then we all wooped like crazy when they said yes.
And trust me those girls can whoop!
For every desire, there's a man to meet it. Someone's annoyance is another's kink. In this naughty collection of short stories, indulge your fantasies, and follow our heroines as they find just the right type of guy or guys…
From bouncing cocks to virgins, slow coaches, true Scotsmen, and messy play partners, sex toy experts and their mischievous friends, these guys are in need of their ladies. Why is one guy too grumpy to believe, another always too early? And can there ever be a future with a hired killer?
Only one way to find out. You might just meet your ideal guy.
Oh yeah, we had fun with this one I tell you!
To celebrate the release we are giving away a $5.00 Amazon Gift certificate. All you have to do is leave us a comment. Comment on each blog and you have five entries to be thrown into the pot. We will choose a winner by random selection on Monday.
In addition to the above I am giving way an e-book from my back list, which you can find HERE.
To whet your appetite a little here are two little snippets from my stories - Enjoy!
The Man With The Bouncing Cock
Fuck that hurt.
Dean dropped the bar, narrowly missing his foot, and grabbed hold of his still bouncing cock.
"Fucking hell, you stupid, useless piece of shit. Will you just stop getting in my damn way? Go down already, you wanking piece of ridiculous nonsense."
He yanked his smarting member out of his sweat pants, and winced at the bruise already forming on his sensitive underside. He'd caught the fucking thing with the bar on the way up, and the instant sharp pain had brought tears to his eyes, and had caused him to lose his grip on the weights. It wasn't the first time, this had happened, but, fuck it all, I've had enough.
He shut his eyes and spread his legs, pumping his swollen prick with much more force than strictly necessary, visions of Amelie filling his mind. He shouldn't be doing this out here in the open where anyone could see him but if he didn't get this thing to deflate at least a little bit, he would explode.
In his mind's eye, Amelie's luscious lips wrapped themselves around his cock, and his hands fisted in her raven tresses, he fucked her mouth. In and out, faster, deeper, his vision so real her flowery scent surrounded him, and he came with a hoarse groan of, "Amelie."
Cum exploded over his fingers, the sticky evidence of his release, reminding him of where he was. Amelie would never give him head. He might as well wish for the moon. He collapsed back on the weight bench, his dick already hardening again under his fingers, and he shook his head.
The flowery scent increased, and the fine hair on his neck stood to attention, when another scent registered—the unmistakable musk of aroused woman, followed by the feminine sighs of completion, as the unknown woman reached her peak with a strangled cry.
Great, some chick was getting her rocks off to seeing him masturbate in public like a horny teenager. His cock bounced in eagerness, and he yanked his sweat pants up over it, wincing anew as he caught his bruised underside.
"Enough, I'll cut the fucking thing off before I put up with this anymore. Show is over, lady, and I'm not interested, no matter what this thing between my legs says, so beat it already. The man with the bouncing cock is going to bounce right out this town."
****Poor guy, I did rather torture him in this story.
James ran an exasperated hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. This is all he needed, after the day from hell: some overeager employee staying late and setting the system off again.
"Okay, don't get your panties in a twist. I'll be there in five. And do not touch anything. You'll only make it worse."
"I am not a complete moron."
"Really, you do surprise me, Miss…?" he drawled into the receiver. There was something cock-raisingly familiar about that voice, laced with a hint of anger.
"Julie, and don’t you worry, there is no chance of me twisting something I am not wearing, now is there?" The dialing tone stopped any response he could have given and for the second time that day, James smiled.
He took the stairs three at a time, eager to get this over with. The first floor was deserted, bar the station at the far end. An all-too-familiar delicious ass presented itself to him, and he swallowed his groan, as his dick hardened instantly.
"Hmm, I recognize that ass." He crossed his arms over his chest, and the owner of that curved perfection froze for an instant, before she tried to scramble out from under the desk. She bumped her head in the process.
"Ouch!" She rubbed her head and reversed out of the confined space on hands and knees. "Damn it, you're grumpy-pants?" Her voice held a note of panic.
"Grumpy-pants?" he asked and she froze again.
"That's what they call you. Surely you knew that? Please tell me you knew that."
Yep, definitely panicking. He'd almost forgotten what a thrill it gave him to see a sub squirm, and unless his senses were completely off, she was most definitely a sub. He'd sensed it by the roadside and he sure as hell got the signals loud and clear now.
By the time she made it out from under the desk his hands were itching to spank those firm globes and he swallowed a groan, remembering her earlier statement, as she looked up at him.
"Tell me, do you always come to the office without your panties, or was that statement just for my benefit?"
She glared at him, and he suppressed a smile at the awkward way she straightened up, and pulled the hem of her skirt down.
"Tell me, would you like to be sued for sexual harassment, Mister Grumpley?"
He laughed and her eyes narrowed. Acting on instinct he stepped right into her personal space, and she swallowed hard, when he reached past her to flick the switch on her PC. It flickered and died again and he sighed.
"I should put you over my knee for talking to me like that."
Yeah, I had fun with this one too, and it took an unexpected twist.
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I shall now go back to my snoopy dance.
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