Monday, October 20, 2014

Early Morning Darkness ~ S.S. Hampton, Author Guest Post




          It is the middle of October.

          The full moon has come and gone. The nights are cooler now.

          Have you ever been out in the early morning (we will not ask why) when most of the world is still sleeping?

          There is a different feeling to the early morning darkness, perhaps a lazy air of invisibility, of mystique in those hours between sunset and sunrise. The street lights march into the distance though close up they cast strong pools of light with shadows in between each. Cars, SUVs, and trucks with bright headlights and glowing taillights speed in different directions, bearing their occupants on assorted odysseys. The birds are waking up and the first tentative chirps greet a dawn that is no more than a narrow, pale ribbon to the east. If there is a wind rustling through the trees, that is a comforting sound so early in the morning.

          Have you ever stopped at a donut shop or an all-night diner for a coffee and donut, or a quick breakfast? Donut shops, especially, lit by gaudy flashing neon signs are warm inside and smell of baking donuts and hot coffee. Restaurants are a little larger and smell of a wide variety of foods from pancakes to eggs and hash browns.

          Other than the people waiting on you, maybe you are the only one there. You savor your donut and coffee and watch the traffic speed back and forth along the street. Or if at a diner, you are one of several customers. Perhaps a man or woman sit nearby, or perhaps two men and a woman. You might notice that her hair gives the appearance of having weathered a wind storm. Her makeup is slightly smeared. You might even notice that the woman wears a wedding ring on her finger while the man seated next to her showering her with attention, does not. And the other man, perhaps he too wears a wedding ring, yet he sits apart silent and unmoving as if forbidden to interact with the woman.

          And when the trio leave, the woman and the man without a wedding ring hold hands, while the man with a wedding ring trails behind like an obedient servant.

          Interesting, interesting. People are as varied as snowflakes, no two are alike. Close, but in the end, no two are like. Perhaps you witnessed a trio being discreet in the cool darkness before dawn. Perhaps you witnessed a night drawing to a close for them, or perhaps a relaxing interlude in between…?

          Yes, people are as varied as snowflakes—what works for one, or two, or three, may not work for the rest of us, but, so what? Who are we to judge others if we have no reason to do so? Besides, life is short and as long as no one is being hurt, then why not explore possibilities, even if only once?

          Enjoy!
  

Sharing Rachel book launch, 17 October 2014, 3:00 PM to 9:00 PM (Pacific Time), FaceBook

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Sharing Rachel
MuseItHOT, MuseItUp Publishing, forthcoming 17 October 2014.

TAG LINE: Sometimes people choose to live life to the fullest…
BLURB: Burt and Rachel Markham are ordinary small business owners of a seed & feed store in a small Kansas farming and ranching community. Many years before, as young university graduates eagerly anticipating exciting overseas employment, a lifetime in Kansas was the furthest thing from their minds, particularly Rachel who was raised overseas and dreamed of going back. By July 2013 their twin 18-year old daughters, having graduated high school several months before, go east to attend a university. Burt and Rachel settle into their new life of an empty house and a predictable and unchanging routine that threatens to stretch far into the future. One summer evening Burt has an idea—but will Rachel accept the idea? If she does, will the idea add new excitement to their marriage, or destroy it?


EXCERPT: A song of reserved exuberance began; the feminine voice rolled the sound of many of the French words. Rachel tilted her head to listen to the music.
          “Edith Piaf, France’s premier singer back in the ‘60s,” she announced fondly. “She died of cancer. This song, it’s “Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien,” or “No, I Regret Nothing.” It’s one of her most famous.”
          She put her elbows on the table, folded her hands and rested her chin on them. She looked at Burt.
          He listened. Maybe it was the title—the voice and music had a slow almost melancholy, and yet proud and defiant feel to it. The music and words added an authentic touch to the dim bistrot. If he closed his eyes for a moment he might be able to imagine a rainy night in Paris, sitting in a French bistrot with his wife in the shadow of Notre Dame Cathedral, overlooking the Seine River. Paris was a city he always wanted to visit; he knew Rachel and her parents had visited when stationed overseas.
          “I’m not really hungry yet,” he said.
          She nodded. “Like I said, after.”
          Burt looked at the empty foyer. There was “After” again.
          Rachel followed his gaze and touched his hand. “I don’t think he’s late yet.”
          “I have a feeling he’s about as punctual as you always are,” Burt said with a small smile.
          “Any last minute thoughts or rules?” she asked.
          He shook his head. “Just feel him out and make a common sense decision. If he doesn’t ask to fuck you, how do you let me know you’re interested or not?”
          She chuckled. “If I’m interested I’ll touch your foot with mine. If I’m not, I’ll kick you.”
          Burt lowered his head and gave her a sarcastic look. “Got it.”
          He looked at the foyer again. Saturday night, 7:00 p.m. They were really sitting in a French-style bistrot waiting on a man who wanted to fuck Rachel with Burt’s permission. Would it really happen? Maybe GentlemanNate was a jerk in real life—Rachel didn’t like jerks. She didn’t like men who were loud and pushy, profane or who spoke badly.
          The waitress returned with their drinks.
          “There’s not a wide variety of food because we follow the old European tradition of few selections, but each one is of loving preparation and excellent taste. Would you like to order something? The figs wrapped with grilled bacon is really good. So are the marinated mushrooms. Both are authentic French recipes.”
          “Perhaps a little later,” Rachel answered. “We’re waiting on someone.”
          “Of course,” the waitress said. “Just catch my attention when you’re ready to order.”
          Burt took a drink of his beer and glanced at the TVs. Sports and news. She took his hand in hers, tilted her head and continued smiling at him.
          Maybe GentlemanNate wouldn’t show...

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BIO: Stan Hampton, Sr. is a full-blood Choctaw of the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma, a divorced grandfather to 13 wonderful grandchildren, and a published photographer and photojournalist. He retired on 1 July 2013 from the Army National Guard with the rank of Sergeant First Class; he previously served in the active duty Army (1974-1985), the Army Individual Ready Reserve (1985-1995) (mobilized for the Persian Gulf War), and enlisted in the Nevada Army National Guard in October 2004, after which he was mobilized for Federal active duty for almost three years. Hampton is a veteran of Operations Noble Eagle (2004-2006) and Iraqi Freedom (2006-2007) with deployment to northern Kuwait and several convoy security missions into Iraq.

          His writings have appeared as stand-alone stories and in anthologies from Dark Opus Press, Edge Science Fiction & Fantasy, Melange Books, Musa Publishing, MuseItUp Publishing, Ravenous Romance, and as stand-alone stories in Horror Bound Magazine, The Harrow, and River Walk Journal, among others.

          In May 2014 he graduated from the College of Southern Nevada with an Associate of Applied Science Degree in Photography – Commercial Photography Emphasis. A future goal is to study for a degree in archaeology—hopefully to someday work in and photograph underwater archaeology (and also learning to paint).

          After 13 years of brown desert in the Southwest and overseas, he misses the Rocky Mountains, yellow aspens in the fall, running rivers, and a warm fireplace during snowy winters.

          As of April 2014, after being in a 2-year Veterans Administration program for Homeless Veterans, Hampton is officially no longer a homeless Iraq War veteran, though he is still struggling to get back on his feet.

          Hampton can be found at:

Dark Opus Press

Edge Science Fiction & Fantasy Publishing

Melange Books

Musa Publishing

MuseItUp Publishing

Ravenous Romance

Amazon.com Author Page

Amazon.com. UK Author Page

Goodreads Author Page


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Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Bonella returns for our 4 Year Anniversary

Bonella resurfaces for our 4 Year Anniversary...


BONELLA: So I see you’ve got some hot sausages on the HOT estore.


LEA: Hot sausages?


BONELLA: You know…some nice looking hot di--


LEA: BONELLA!


BONELLA: What?


LEA: Manners, please.


BONELLA: Oh, for hellssake…this is the HOT blog, right? I’m sure your readers have seen a di--


LEA: Bonella, I won’t warn you again. Have some respect for those reading this blog.


BONELLA: Then why did you make me travel from down under, go through your grimy clean, well, polluted air is fine, but blue skies? I could have stayed in my little cave playing with my new playmate.


LEA: I invited you because you’ve been like a mascot every October to make an appearance but I hoped after four years you’d have picked up some of our human manners.


BONELLA: Yeah? And after four years I would’ve thought that stick up your butt would have been removed.


Lea shakes her head, contemplating deleting this entire anniversary opening.


BONELLA: Stop shaking your head…making me regret agreeing to host your anniversary this month.


Bonella reaches over and grabs the paper from Lea’s hands, and begins reading. Then laughs…hysterically.


BONELLA: No! You want me to read this? Actually read this garbage?


LEA: It’s not garbage.


BONELLA: “Dear readers, everyone at MuseItUp Publishing wants to thank you <GAG, COUGH, CHOKE> for your support these past four years.”


Bonella looks up at Lea.


BONELLA: Can I rewrite this?


Lea eyes her curiously.


LEA: I’d want to read your rewrite before you post it in the blog.


Bonella chokes in her laughter because she realizes Lea must have lost her marbles since they ARE in the blog already.


BONELLA: Yeah, sure, no problem, Lea…yous da boss, right? So, can I have a go at it?


Lea nods.


Bonella clears her throat.


BONELLA: Dear fans--


LEA: Oh, I like that.


BONELLA: Don’t interrupt a genius at work. <clears her boney throat> Dear fans, MuseItUp Publishing wants to say how much they appreciate you buying their ebooks, especially now with those hot, mouth watering sausa--


LEA: Oh for Pete’s sake.


Lea grabs the paper.


LEA: Never mind. I’ll do the intro over on the main blog on my own.


BONELLA: Suit yourself.


LEA: So tell me about your new playmate.


BONELLA: He’s a change from the oldies around town. Actually you’d probably drool when you see him. Human as human can be.


LEA: Get outta here.


BONELLA: Cross my heart and hope to die…oh, wait…HAHAHAHA, that won’t work cos I’m dead already. I’ll post some pics…no, you’re still a prude so pics will get me into trouble. I’m sure I have a decent one somewhere.


LEA: What’s his name?


Bonella smirks…

BONELLA: His name is Ricardo, but I call him Di--


Lea quickly covers Bonella’s mouth.


LEA: Oh, this is going to be one long anniversary month.


In the background, as Bonella is being dragged away by security, Lea could hear her yelling out…


BONELLA: It warms the COCKles of my dead heart to be back.


LEA: Go! Just GO!

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Featured Muse It Hot Author - Thomas Briar: A Lost Love Returns


Hi there. My name is Thomas Briar. Thanks for taking time out of your busy day to drop by the MuseItHOT Blog to visit with me. I really appreciate it.

Today I'd like to introduce my latest MuseItHOT release titled A LostLove Returns. It's an M/F contemporary erotic romance short story about a young woman reconnecting with the former love of her life.

You see, Clarissa once loved Jake more than life itself. He and their romantic relationship meant everything to her. This had been three years ago, before he'd abruptly abandoned her after getting a mysterious phone call in the middle of night. To make his return more poignant for Clarissa, she hasn't heard a word from him – didn't even know he was still alive – until he suddenly shows back up at their favorite sidewalk café.

So, one might say she's justified in taking great pleasure in telling him that she's engaged to someone else now and will be getting married in three weeks. Of course, he already knows this because he's been keeping tabs on her during his self-imposed exile.

Yep, life doesn't always provide people with the easiest of choices. Each person must do whatever they have to do to protect their loved ones. Then they have to live with the consequences of their decisions. Yes Sir, Yes Ma'am, circumstances can be really unfair sometimes, as they were with Jake and Clarissa.

However, now that he's returned, Jake isn't the type of guy to let anything, least of all Clarissa's resentment toward him, stand in the way of what he wants. Oh no. He's determined to win Clarissa back by fulfilling a promise he once made to her. And he will do this in spectacular fashion.

The only question is: will it work? Can his grand romantic gesture make her see that he has pined for her same as she has pined for him during their separation? Or will she choose to go forward in life without him?

Now, if I've managed to pique your curiosity in A Lost Love Returns, then please read the excerpt below or simply click on the cover for more details.
Thanks again for visiting with me!  



           
Excerpt
Clarissa looked up from her espresso to suffer a shock of disbelief. She blinked several times, thinking her eyes must be deceiving her.  It couldn't be him. It just couldn't be.

Yet, there he sat three tables away from herthe lost love of her lifehaving returned to Key West and their favorite sidewalk café from…? She honestly couldn’t say because she didn't know where he'd disappeared to or the reason behind his sudden abandonment of her three years ago.

She trembled in the warm morning air as a plethora of emotions assaulted her beleaguered mind in quick succession: anxiety, intrigue, longing, regret, anguish, love, sorrow, and finally…indignation.

With every passing second that she resisted the tremendous urge to get up from her seat and walk over to make her presence known, the more equilibrium she regained. She could not, would not, go to him. At twenty-five years of age, with more life experience than most women her age, she knew all about the virtues of having patience.

To help sustain her resolve, she looked up at the clear blue sky, the other patrons enjoying their morning coffee, a lone car coming down the street, the group of retirees huffing along the sidewalk for exercise, everywhere except at him.

When she couldn't take the suspense any longer, her gaze returned to her former lover. He remained sitting there all alone, head tilted down as he texted on his cellphone.  He looked pretty much the same as she remembered.

In fact, he still parted his dark, wavy hair on the left side, although it was now cut short. He was very tan and his clean shaven, angular face still matched his lean muscular body perfectly. The board shorts, T-shirt, and sneakers he wore lent an impression of youthful vitality. Yeah, his early thirties looked really good on him.

In comparison, she hadn't changed much either, although she now colored her curly blond hair a soft light brown. She'd also grown it out to mid-way her back but still kept it cut around her oval face. She thought this hairdo best suited her voluptuous, hourglass figure. And the pants suit with heels she wore today fit her better than the tank tops, cut-off shorts, and flip-flops ever had.

As she continued staring at him and obsessing over his reappearance, she couldn’t help remembering how safe she'd felt within his strong embrace…how lucky she'd believed she had been at finally having met a man to share her whole heart with…how well their bodies had fit together…and lastly, of how much soul-connecting lovemaking they'd indulged in. What had gone so wrong for him to abandon her without an explanation? And why had he suddenly turned up again?

Under her patient gaze, it became inevitable that he would eventually look up and see her. The moment it happened, his blue eyes widened, his face went slack, and then he mouthed her name in silent recognition. She only stared back at his stunned expression, trying her best to hide her own inner turmoil.

He promptly got up and came over. In a deeply masculine voice, he said, "Hello, Clarissa. I was hoping I'd run into you here. May I sit with you?"

She stared up into his pale blue eyes, melting a little on inside. But still, she somehow held onto enough of her composure to say, "I don't know, Jake. You'll probably disappear on me if I turn my back for a second. So maybe you shouldn't."

"I have a very good explanation for my disappearance." He pulled out the patio chair across from her and sat without permission.

"Men always do, don't they?" She'd looked across the street at an elderly couple walking along holding hands. An old scar burst open inside her heart. She'd once envisioned Jake and her growing old together.

"I went away because"

"Don't care to hear it." She cut him off, wanting to hurt him like he'd hurt her. She kept looking at the old couple while absently twisting her coffee cup around and around. "Besides, I'm getting along just fine without you. In fact, have you heard the news? I'm getting married in three weeks."

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Thomas Briar strives to exalt the virtues of love and lust in every erotic story he creates. He also loves writing the kind of erotica that stretches the traditional boundaries of the genre.


Book Review – 

A Lost Love Returns
Author: Thomas Briar
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance Short Story

First Line: Clarissa looked up from her expresso to suffer a shock of disbelief.

Clarissa lost the love of her life when he mysteriously disappeared. Everything changed for her in the three years after he vanished.

Jake is a dreamer and treasure hunter. He and his brother specialize in sunken ships, until something happens to shift his life forever.

Mr. Briar’s books are always packed with something new and bold, mixed with a couple twists for good measure. The title is perfect for the story—a splendid shorty with some sizzling hot tossed in and a super special ending. I loved it! A quickie that packs a steamy punch of blaze and banter, and I found most satisfying…like all of Mr. Briar’s stories.

Reviewed by Kay Dee Royal 



Wednesday, July 9, 2014

The Dark Months Erotic Sci-Fi


 
After the apocalypse, two women, Kim and Calla, have survived for years surrounded by a bleak wilderness. The last night before closing their home for the dark frozen months of winter, Calla finds a stranger lying face down in the snow…a man. She’d never seen a man.

Kim disapproves of rescuing him. He’ll only be dangerous trouble.


Calla’s curiosity peaks, and she hauls him into their house for the dark months.

Will he be a danger, or something much deeper?


The Dark Months by SJ Smith
A Wild Darkness Calls theme
Releasing July 25

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MuseItUp
https://museithotpublishing.com/index.php/museitup/sci-fi/the-dark-months-detail

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