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GiannaBruno
May 14th, 2012, 07:54 PM
Congratulations to Catherinelee who left a message on the Day 2 Thread. Catherine, wait until you read a few excerpts before deciding what prize you'd like.

Gianna is going to lead off with an excerpt from a new erotic contemporary she is working on entitled "At Home With Peter and Sandra in The Suburbs." No where near finished, but she's very excited about this collection detailing the erotic journeys of a couple from the suburbs of somewhere.

For excerpts of Hot Chocolate Kiss and The Journey, both paranormal romances, check out this post on Gianna's blog. (http://www.giannabruno.blogspot.com/2011/12/discounted-holiday-gift-packages-and.html) They are PG-13. The one below is NC-17.

Andrew and Alice will be posting some excerpts on this thread so bookmark this link. Be sure to leave a comment for a chance to win the Day 3 prize.


From The Hot Spot, by Gianna Bruno::flamingmad::flamingmad::flamingmad::flaming mad::flamingmad:

Every window on the block was opaque. The patrons outside the bars surrounding the shop looked like they lived a variety of alternative lifestyles. A bad imitation of Liberace exited The Hot Spot, his black jacket adorned with sequins in the shape of musical notes. Peter ducked inside. Two chicks with short spiked hair and black leather covering everything that wasn't tattooed strolled around, arm-in-arm, giggling every time they dropped something into a red, heart shaped wicker basket.
A paunchy guy stood behind the counter. A cigar dangled from the corner of his mouth like a limp cock. A black curtain behind him extended the full length of the wall. “Can I help you, sir?”
“I’m looking for. . . ” Peter wondered if he was an undercover cop getting ready for a sting.
“Our merchandise is very specialized. We escort our customers through the aisles to help them make the best selection.” He hit the button, the little silver bell tinged. “Raul!”
A pretty blond slipped out from behind the curtain. “This way, sir.”
The smile on Raul’s face reminded Peter of the way most men looked at women. He was sure to get good advice. Peter followed him into a room filled with racks of sex toys. His eyes were drawn to a multitude of penises, in various stages of arousal, depending upon how much patrons had fooled around with the pumps. “I suppose it’s a dildo you’re looking for.” Raul astutely noticed where Peter was staring. “The ladies go for the vibrating models. But if you’re interested in one for yourself, I’d recommend this.”
He took down one and two ball shaped pumps. “Fill it with warm water, or even some lovely lubricating jelly. Pump it up to the desired firmness. Then when you’re ready, compress the other side and it “ejaculates.” Raul used his fingers to put quotes around the word.
Peter inspected it and tried compressing each bulb. The rubber was so soft, it felt real. The hair was wiry and coarse-for a little extra stimulation in all the right places. His dick hardened as nicely as the dildo.
Raul’s voice dropped three octaves and now sounded like a dog growling. “If you’d like, I can demonstrate. Complimentary customer service. Very clean and safe.”
Peter started to say no, just wrap it up. He fingered the bills in his pocket, fresh from the ATM. What the hell was he doing? “Sure, I’d love a demonstration.” He flipped out his phone and called Sandra. “I stopped off at the store so I’m running late. Be home soon, sweetheart. Be ready, okay?”

CapeFearLibn
May 15th, 2012, 09:29 AM
Hi Gianna...What all do I get to choose from? I've looked at the excerpts from The Hot Spot, Hot Chocolate Kiss, and The Journey. I want to make sure I'm not missing any other options! Of these three, Hot Chocolate Kiss sounds COLD. Now that it's getting warm and humid here in the Southeast, U.S., some snow and skiing sounds divine!

AliceGaines
May 15th, 2012, 02:38 PM
This is from a free short story I wrote to introduce my series of novellas from Avon that will be available starting in June (Cabin Fever)

http://www.amazon.com/Brief-Encounter-ebook/dp/B008239R6A

(Did I mention it's free?)
Though undoubtedly a fake, the painting was nevertheless one of the most erotic works Professor Elizabeth Carlisle had ever set eyes on. Giovanni DiMarchione had had an almost preternatural ability to create the illusion of movement -- techniques that had inspired the dynamism of the High Renaissance artists who had come after him. As Beth moved closer to this particular canvas, she could have sworn she could detect the way the man’s head moved between his lover’s legs. That in turn, produced the distinct sensation of his hair brushing against her own inner thighs as his tongue danced over the most private parts of her body.

Sinful. Real and yet not real, like the best art of any age. And potentially embarrassing if she couldn’t clean up her thoughts. She was in public, after all. Of course, everyone else at this reception might be thinking and feeling exactly the same things she was. She shook herself inwardly and made herself concentrate on the reason she’d come here.

She sipped her champagne and did her best to study the brush strokes instead of dwelling on the images in the painting. They wouldn’t leave. The silky material that draped over the side of the bed in chaos, suggesting hours already spent in heated sex. The flushed skin of the woman’s face. The position of one of her hands over a breast while the other rested on her lover’s head.

It all made her recall sensations she hadn’t experienced for…how long? Best not to spend the effort going back that far in her memory. Even less point trying to figure out when she could take the time to have it again. Maybe when she finished her current book, she’d have solidified her position in her department. Of course, before that it had been fighting for tenure. Before that, she’d spent months getting her dissertation published.

Enough. Self-pity was a waste of time. For some reason, she’d received an invitation to the opening of this exhibition -- an honor no one else on the faculty had managed. She should spend her time exposing the fraud. Sexual arousal would only cloud her brain.

A passing waiter paused to offer her a canapé. A toast point with an expensive heap of caviar piled onto it. She accepted it, took a small bite, and closed her eyes in bliss. Another sip of the champagne complimented it so perfectly, she almost melted into puddle of pleasure.

When she returned to her full senses, her gaze fell on the man again. He hadn’t let her out of his sight since she‘d first spotted him. That would have made her more than a little uncomfortable if he weren’t so damned attractive. The tuxedo fit him perfectly, reflecting the sort of expert tailoring only someone used to wealth could afford. He wore it casually, as if he’d only tossed it on. His dark hair curled almost to his collar, amplifying his unstudied look. Few men could pull that off, but he managed nicely.

All the attention created a pleasant flutter in her stomach, especially given the subject matter of the painting behind her. Was he giving it the same attention she was? Was he playing out the man’s role in his imagination as he studied her? The room suddenly seemed warm. She’d be blushing, and even across the room he’d see.
She turned back to the painting but could fairly feel him approach. Sure enough, his voice came from not far behind her. He was talking to someone else, his deep baritone rich with the rhythm of Italy. Though she didn’t catch the words, the sound rolled over her. Far too sexy for her good.

“Si, si, bella,” he said. “Scusami.”

Then, he was standing directly behind her. Several inches taller than her own five-eight, he had to be over six feet. A shiver went down her spine.

“Aren’t you going to eat that?” he asked.

“Hm?”

“You seemed at first to like the caviar,” he said. “Is something wrong?”

Aside from the fact that she was having a conversation with someone standing behind her? She turned slowly. “It’s delicious.”

He gave her a smile that lit up his eyes. Instead of dark brown to match his hair, they were hazel with golden flecks. She shouldn’t be staring into them, though. He’d said something about the caviar and the fact that she hadn’t eaten it. She did, finally, popping the whole thing into her mouth. The eggs exploded under gentle pressure of her teeth. More than delicious. Decadent.

“Delightful,” he said.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’ve waited to watch you finish that for the last five minutes. There aren’t many things sexier a woman can do than enjoy something she’s eating. When she’s fully clothed, that is. There are plenty of other things she can do after I‘ve undressed her.”

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Andrew Richardson
May 15th, 2012, 04:30 PM
Well, as Gianna asked for an excerpt…

‘The Shoot’ is a GLBT novelette about a photo shoot and first time experience that got written almost by accident. It was originally a flashback scene in a horror novel but got cut because it didn’t quite fit. It seemed to work as a short though, and Gianna helped me rework it into a stand-alone erotic piece:

“And how about you?” Robyn asked.

Kath’s brows rose. “Me?”

“Well, it’s just as easy to take pictures of two as it is of one. And if she’s with someone she knows, it might ensure that your friend— Philippa, isn’t it?—is totally relaxed.”

“I haven’t got anything to wear.” Kath pointed to her casual clothes. “It’s hardly modelling material.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ve got a wardrobe through there. You can choose whatever you like.” Robyn nodded toward the door Pippa had disappeared through. “Have you ever been photographed before?”

“Not since I was a kid. Mum hired someone every year so she’d have a picture of me and my sister to send to relatives at Christmas.”

Robyn regarded her. “You’re a gorgeous girl, Kath. I’m pretty sure you’d be really photogenic. I’d really encourage you to give it a go.”

Kath’s cheeks warmed. “I want to be an archaeologist, not a model,” she said. She pushed her hair behind an ear in an embarrassed gesture, but agreed to pose.S he followed Pippa into the changing room.

She told me I was gorgeous. A smile curled Kath’slips.
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And to prove the book exists(!), here’s the link: http://tinyurl.com/cqam7jm (http://tinyurl.com/cqam7jm)

http://andrewjrichardson.blogspot.co.uk/

GiannaBruno
May 15th, 2012, 09:40 PM
I would be delighted to send you a PDF of Hot Chocolate Kiss. Somewhere, I also have a converter site that transforms it into other electronic formats.

Look for a test email from me tomorrow to give you time to make a final choice.

I know that Alice and Andrew posted excerpts today as well. If you'd prefer one of their stories, let me know. On the original thread there are some covers and links to their websites.

Congratulations! :clap:



Hi Gianna...What all do I get to choose from? I've looked at the excerpts from The Hot Spot, Hot Chocolate Kiss, and The Journey. I want to make sure I'm not missing any other options! Of these three, Hot Chocolate Kiss sounds COLD. Now that it's getting warm and humid here in the Southeast, U.S., some snow and skiing sounds divine!

GiannaBruno
May 15th, 2012, 09:40 PM
OMG, Alice. That is one hot story. Sounds fantastic.:flamingmad::flamingmad::flamingmad::fla mingmad::flamingmad::flamingmad:

GiannaBruno
May 15th, 2012, 09:42 PM
I must say that The Shoot is one of my all time favorites. It's a remarkable story of female discovery and friendship.

AliceGaines
May 16th, 2012, 01:45 PM
Thanks. I hope it's hot. The whole series involves people isolated in sexy surroundings. :)