Saturday, June 30, 2012

Look What Evernight Did in June 2012!

A revenge-crazed killer targets homicide detective Malia Reed’s classmates during the events of their ten-year high school reunion. Malia finds the first victim—her best friend, Kiki—brutally murdered in the trunk of her car. The mounting evidence points to Kiki’s estranged husband, Damon Shaw.

Malia wants him to be innocent but senses he’s holding something back. She vows not to let her long-time attraction to the hard-bodied writer influence the way she handles the case. But is that even possible when his every glance sets her on fire?


The Cydonian Tales, 2

Ivory Blake is back in NeuVenedig, the city of the erotic Black Carnival, and this time she is not a tourist. As she finally begins to make it as an artist and settle in the local way of life, she is also trying to find again the man she has fallen in love with during the last Carnival, Lune.

Belonging to an artificial breed striving for independence from the stifling laws of the Galactic Union, his life is however in danger, as the leaders of the liberation party die mysteriously one by one.

Romance is easier and more carefree with Lune’s young companion, Laz’law, another acquaintance from the Carnival, and as his two young lovers try to understand the secret of Lune’s life, love, danger and lust bring them all ever closer together.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, anal sex, sex toys, bondage, abuse of heroine by villain


Party girl Meg Highbury wakes up the morning after her twenty-first birthday with one hell of a hangover—and a walking corpse in her apartment. Meg turns to her straight-laced neighbor Armando for help, and together they discover that Meg is a Valkyrie. What’s more, her first duty is to trade places with the corpse.

But Meg is being sent to her Death Duty too soon. In a race against time, Meg frantically tries to find a loophole to avoid her gruesome fate, but while Meg is determined to live whatever the cost, Armando's strict moral principles keep getting in the way of her plans for escape.

Can Meg walk the “right” and narrow path, possibly sacrificing her mortal life, for love? And if she can, will Armando have the stomach to love a rotting corpse of a girl who is falling apart in more ways than one?


Naughty Fairy Tales

All that stands between playboy Prince Koldo and the throne is his wife…or the lack thereof. Koldo has no desire to wed anyone, let alone the know-it-all shrew his parents favor.

Lady Otsana is fed up with the oppressive sexism that requires she hide her face, body and brains. She much prefers the sexual adventures she enjoys out of her birka-like clothing when she becomes Fleur.

Prince Koldo also has an alter ego, Bero. Only Fleur is not fooled by his disguise. Just as Fleur and Bero’s attempts to best each other in the bedroom blossom into romance, Koldo reaches the end of his tether. His bride will be chosen by contest at the upcoming King’s Ball.

Otsana must make a difficult decision. Will she enter the Prince’s contest and risk all for a chance at love or will she play it safe but give up Bero forever?

Be Warned: anal play, sex toys, f/f interaction


Club Lexx, 3

Luther Lexington has no clue why his brother John sent for him, but he doesn't question it. What he doesn't expect to find is a mocha beauty in the guise of security personnel. She throws her fists first and asks questions later.

Tanya Babineaux did what she was supposed to do as a Club Lexx security guard—make trespassers leave by any means necessary. How was she to know Luther was the owner's little brother.

As things heat up, Tanya tries to keep her distance. She harbors a secret, and if Luther doesn't stop chasing her…she could lose everything.

Be Warned: light bondage, violence


Romance on the Go

Abby plans an intimate surprise party for her friend Jeffrey, hoping their friendship is about to blossom into something more. She didn’t plan on almost being attacked by a black panther at his cabin, but when Jeffrey comes to her rescue at the last moment, she doesn’t question the good luck or the heightened emotions that land her in his arms that night.

But when she wants to call the authorities, he informs her that she has nothing to fear because the beast that frightened her is actually the man who just spent a whole night making love to her. Can she believe this amazing story? And if so, does this sexy beast only want her body, or has he cast his eyes on her heart as well?


Romance on the Go

One morning, Jeanette Goodwyn wakes up to find every single person in her small town gone. She believes she is the only human being left on Earth and lives a very lonesome couple of months on her own. She is discovered by Evan Grey, a survivor from another state who embarked on a journey to find another living person.

The two decide to join forces and sustain their lives together. Somewhere in the middle of loneliness and survival, they fall for each other. But in an empty, uncertain world, Jeanette finds herself afraid to love Evan. Do they love each other because they were meant to be together or because they are the only ones left? And what will happen to their relationship if the world changes once more?

Be Warned: anal sex


When bad boy, Brandon, moves to eighteen year old Jace's small-town, Jace’s life is suddenly turned upside down.

During the last year, Jace has experienced a lot of loss. His dad's untimely death in Afghanistan and his mom's subsequent nervous breakdown have left a lasting impact on him, and meeting Brandon gives him hope for the future. Jace is ready to make big changes in his otherwise mundane life. He's at a pinnacle and can’t help but think what it would be like to come out.

Brandon's life has been nothing but chaos from day one. That is until he meets straight-laced Jace. Jace stirs feelings within him that are new and exciting. And after a hot unexpected night together, he’s left with questions that desperately need answering.

As their feelings grow for each another, they come to a bridge that must be crossed. Is their love enough to keep them together or will their differences tear them apart?

Be Warned: m/m sex


Aaron is a soldier preparing to deploy for the first time. During the process, he meets Oliver. There is an instant connection. The entire time that Aaron is overseas, the two continue to think of each other and wonder what could have been.

Upon Aaron’s return, fate brings the two together again. Lust ignites a beautiful love. However, in the army change is bound to happen and relationships are put to the test. Hero follows the story of a brave couple facing the challenges of a military relationship.

Be Warned: m/m sex, sex toys, voyeurism


Unlikely Love, 3

Opal Shaw has loved Tony Hunt for as long as she can remember. However, he is older than her and her brother’s best friend.

Two years have passed since he saved her from a loveless marriage. When she catches sight of an article comparing her to one of his women, Opal knows it’s time to bring their marriage to an end.

Slapped with divorce papers, Tony refuses to sign them. He has stayed away from his wife because of his own demons. Tony wants a second chance to prove their marriage was meant to be.

Tony Hunt will not take no for an answer. No one is going to stop him from claiming his wife.


The Netherworld Series, 1

Alex Chandler has devoted her life to hunting the demonic. When she catches the attention of Erielnael, one of the most badass demons in the Netherworld, he plans on using her to rip the seams between this realm and the Netherworld. He also wants her as his familiar and everything else in between.

Demons aren’t the only ones after Alex. A secretive group of demon hunters has learned of her talents as well. Given a choice between assisting them or death, she agrees to help and her life is turned upside down. To make matters worse she falls for the group’s leader, Cole Murrough, who is moody and sometimes difficult to get along with.

Cole has a dark secret of his own, but can she accept it? Alex finds herself dealing with demons, a forbidden love, dark secrets and a betrayal so shocking; it could destroy everything she’s worked toward.


How can you love the mountain and the river, the very air and the deep fires that move through the secret places of the world? That's Kassius's problem, for he is in a love affair with a mighty elemental being who also happens to be his Emperor and best friend. But when his lover must take Rakel as his bride for political purposes, will Kassius be left out? Will he no longer feel the kiss that burns like ice?

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, anal sex


Manlove at the End of the World, 1

When the world ends, can a tough cowboy find true love?

The world suffers a plague that wipes out most of the population. For Benjamin, the last cowboy, it is a lonely existence. He spends his days on a farm and dreaming of someone to spend the rest of this miserable life with. That is until Cody arrives...

Cody has secrets, but the more time he spends with the lonely cowboy makes those lies harder to conceal. For this ‘in the closet’ virgin, life got a little more complicated, especially when that secret comes to the farm to kill them all.

Be Warned: m/m sex


Cupid's Conquests

Ousted from Olympus until he can restore true love back to the world, Eros stumbles upon a match made in heaven – if they can survive hell first.

Juliet doesn’t have much in common with her namesake. Her career-centric life sorely lacks romance. Then one night everything changes when she witnesses a gang shooting and ends up getting shot herself.

FBI Agent Jake Parker has known Juliet for years, but only as the baby sister of his best friend. He still imagines her as the awkward teenager she used to be. When Jake must protect Juliet from the gang determined to eliminate the only witness against them, he discovers that he’s not the only one who’s changed in the last ten years.

Will Jake take the risk of having a real relationship? Will Juliet survive long enough for him to decide? The pursuit of a kiss has never been so dangerous, or so much fun.


Naughty Fairy Tales
What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog? You take him home and nurse him back to health, of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, than so much the better, right?

Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body's instantaneous reaction to the stranger who washed up from the Loch.

Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witches spell, he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?

Be Warned: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, abuse of heroine


Each minute brings the killer closer to Rick and Mele. The danger intensifies when the unpredictable spirit Akua Lapu captures Rick in her sights. This spirit, at midnight on misty nights, leaves Makapuu lighthouse to wander the road to seduce male drivers into changing their lives–or she ends them.

Mele, an island lawyer, is powerless to resist the spirit or Rick, the desperate man driven to save his daughter at any cost—even their lives. But even fear can’t quench her attraction for this sexy stranger who tempts her with forbidden kisses.

Note: Midnight Destiny was previously published. It has been revised and expanded.


Brides of Darkness, 3

Fleeing her arranged marriage, Adeline seeks sanctuary in Geistheim Abbey. Within its cursed walls she finds the beautiful, scarred monk, Daghan, who offers her shelter—for a price.

Daghan needs a pure soul to break his curse. Adeline isn't sure how pure she can be when she lusts after this stranger so badly. But before they can find out, Adeline's cruel fiance arrives at Geistheim to reclaim her. And he won’t leave without a fight.


A night at home on the computer doesn’t have to be boring…

Feel like chatting? Or maybe doing something more daring? The stranger reaching out across cyberspace could be a creepy pervert, but what if he wasn’t? What if he’s a vampire, the sexy boy next door, or even your gorgeous boss?

Thirteen tales explore all the delicious possibilities when online relationships lead to sexy encounters away from the keyboard.


Ana Marie Frazier is afraid to sleep. The orderliness of her life is often disrupted by the dark tempest of her dreams. Desperate, she’s tried it all: healthy living, sleeping pills, hypnotism, and now a cutting-edge sleep study. Instead of obtaining rest, the chaos spills into reality.

One night is all Yoshi Nakamura has to convince Ana Marie that she’s a resident of the dream realm and possesses a unique gift of bringing dreams to life. An unknown enemy is equally determined to use Ana Marie’s gift for his own nefarious purposes, and Yoshi knows that if he fails in his quest, everyone will be living Ana Marie’s worst nightmares.


Knights of the Temple, 1

Kadence paints images that haunt her dreams, choosing to post them on Deviant Art to share. She’s contacted by the mysterious Michel, a man of wealth and means. He buys her work at substantial prices and demands to meet her. The towering Frenchman then turns on his thick charm.

Michel is not alone. His friend Gabriel is every woman’s fantasy. After the initial shock, she can’t resist their dual charms and chooses to spend one, wild night in their arms.

When their night together is interrupted by a vicious attack, she soon learns the men are more than they seem. They drag her into their dangerous world under the guise of protection, although they do not completely trust her—she is marked by the enemy.

Running for their lives, they’re forced into close confines. Will Kadence succumb to both men—or will she lose them along the way?

Be Warned: menage (MFM) sex, anal sex, bondage


Found sleeping beneath the ice by a dying king, Riane has always known she was different. She draws men to her, her every movement a call to sex, but no man has ever stirred her blood until Kiltarin, the son of the God-King, comes to her. He brings color to her life, and she brings unspeakable sexual delight to his. Her beauty gives him courage to overcome his fear of his own immortality. But her true identity is still unknown, and when the secret of her birth is revealed, Kiltarin fears he cannot compete with the new rivals for her affection. And Riane cannot soothe his fears, because for her, love comes twice.

Be Warned: forced seduction, menage sex (MFM), multiple partners, sex toys, anal sex


Human Behavior Professor, Sidney Rothman is no stranger to heartache at the hands of a younger woman. So when he meets the charming mocha-skinned beauty, he’s wary. Her sweet nature and natural tendency for submissive behavior overrule his fear, and Sidney decides to train her as a sub. Sutton takes to the lifestyle like a duck to water, but the one thing he didn’t bargain for was her ability to thaw the ice around his heart.

Sutton thrives on pressure. Handed a heavy load of responsibility from the time she was young, she’s fallen into the habit of pushing her feelings aside to get things done. After spending the past ten years focused on her career and family, she begins to notice how empty her condo feels and longs for something more. From the moment she meets Sidney, she’s instantly attracted to his intelligence and regal demeanor. When he introduces her to the BDSM lifestyle, her unexpected response surprises her. Good girls did not beg to be spanked. Or did they? Can she open up to Sidney and learn to live for herself before it’s too late?

Be Warned: mild BDSM

A Light in the Darkness X

This week's post concerns The Evil. The Evil has been a particular enemy of mine for many years, and The Evil might actually be ultimately responsible for the existence of this grammar blog. That is how much I hate The Evil.

The Evil is the comma splice.

Oh. That's it?

I am sorry. I had to force back the bile in my mouth. The Evil is a scourge of the grammarscape, and it torments me.

A comma splice is where two complete sentences have been combined with nothing more than a comma.

Here are some examples.


"I love drinking blood, it is so much fun."

"I always wanted to be a vampire, they are so cool."

"The Evil will haunt you forever, you will not have a moment's peace."

All of these are comma splices. Why? Because each side of the comma is a complete sentence. This harks back to last week's entry on fragments. If on one side of the comma is a fragment, you should be safe. If there are sentences on both sides, you have summoned up The Evil in your writing. Each of the above sentences could be fixed, either by altering one of the sentences to a fragment, or else by bolstering the comma with help, such as a coordinating conjunction.

This guy comma spliced, and look where it got him

"I love drinking blood because it is so much fun."

In this case, we swapped out the comma for the subordinating conjunction "because". The Evil is gone, and in its place we have a perfectly acceptable sentence.

"I always wanted to be a vampire. They are so cool."

In this case, we split the comma splice into its two component sentences. Each is capable of standing alone.

"The Evil will haunt you forever, and you will not have a moment's peace."

It even scares unrealistic, unattainable, big-eyed cutesy anime girls!

In this case, we added the coordinating conjunction "and", thereby transforming the sentence from a specimen of The Evil into a compound sentence.

There are, as I have illustrated, many ways to correct a comma splice. Please, please, for the love of all that is holy, do correct them. Do not let The Evil into your work. If you once let The Evil in, it will take over everything. You will lose all your work to the Computer Gremlins. You will probably be hit by an oncoming bus, and only your comma splices will mourn you.

A bus full of gremlins.

Next week I will introduce you to the comma splice's almost as evil cousin, the run-on sentence. Until then, keep those grammar candles burning.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

She's baaaaack!

Boundless as the Sea is always happy to have Katherine Wyvern swing by and grace us with her presence! She's one gifted writer, an evocative word-painter with a rare gift for storytelling. Her books and short stories I've read have held me riveted, and I hope you discover her genius for yourselves! Today, Katherine is here talking about her newest Evernight release, White Sands.

Hello, Adonis and Devereux! It is always a great pleasure to be here at Boundless as the Sea.

Today I’ll say a few words about White Sands, the second book in the Cydonian Tales series that began last year with Black Carnival. (99c now for a limited time! a.d.)

Someone observed that White Sands has a very different feel from Black Carnival.

Yep, White Sands is different.

In Black Carnival Ivory is swept away in the dreamy, candlelit, erotic atmosphere of NeuVenedig in the middle of its yearly celebration of lust, kink, and beauty.

In this sequel, Ivory rediscovers the place after the party is over, in the white daylight of real life. It is a rough awakening, but full of new possibilities.

As Ivory settles in this new world, she discovers that she cannot ignore her lovers’ secret life and mission, and the complicated politics and intrigues dominating the life of White Sands. Not everyone is cut to be a hero/ine, and Ivory will have to choose between going back to her safe urban life in the central planets, or accepting the dangers of freedom.

I hope you enjoy the following excerpt: Leave a comment below for a chance to win a free copy of Black Carnival or White Sands, your choice!



Ivory Blake is back in NeuVenedig, the city of the erotic Black Carnival, and this time she is not a tourist. As she finally begins to make it as an artist and settle in the local way of life, she is also trying to find again the man she has fallen in love with during the last Carnival, Lune.

Belonging to an artificial breed striving for independence from the stifling laws of the Galactic Union, his life is however in danger, as the leaders of the liberation party die mysteriously one by one.

Romance is easier and more carefree with Lune’s young companion, Laz’law, another acquaintance from the Carnival, and as his two young lovers try to understand the secret of Lune’s life, love, danger, and lust bring them all ever closer together.


I swallowed painfully. He bent his head forward. The water ran down his neck and back, steamy hot now, and the whole misty, watery body-scape changed and shifted. He moaned in pleasure, and then opened his eyes to look at me.

“Are you coming?” he asked.

“Nearly,” I said, very faintly.

He grinned and put a hand out towards me; I stepped in with him and into his arms.

A thrill of absolute bliss shook me all over when our skins came together, with nothing in between but the thin sheet of hot water. I opened my lips to kiss his neck, and water flowed from his skin into my mouth, salty at first, and then sweeter and sweeter, as the last sweat was washed from his body. As his arms closed around me and his hands ran wetly along my back, I moaned and went limp against his body, pressing my cheek on his chest and just absorbing the heat of his skin, his muscular closeness, his always surprising tenderness, until the water running down from his chin into my hair flowed into my face, and I had to move to breathe. I put my arms around his neck, and we kissed, water mingling on our lips. It was as if our skins were melting into each other. I held his shoulders and kneaded the taut muscles on his back. I caressed up to his neck and held his face between my palms, stroking the tiny scales on his temples with my thumbs, brushing carefully over the silver studs in his eyebrow.

I wanted to tell him you are so beautiful, but I guessed he would know that already.

“You are so beautiful,” I said anyway, because I could not keep it down. It just bubbled out of me between kisses.

He smiled and did not answer; he was too well aware of his looks to make demure noises, but not so arrogant as to preen and strut at the compliment. He just held me a bit tighter and kissed my neck, biting softly between kiss and kiss, sending a spike of hot desire into my belly. I moaned and rubbed my pelvis against his. His cock hung heavy between us, dark, utterly black now that it was wet, almost completely erect. He was too tall for me to rub my cleft on it, even when I stood on tip toe, lifting a knee up to wrap my leg around his side; he laughed softly and spread his legs wide to lower his crotch somewhat. His hands were on the small of my back, skimming on running water and shivering skin. I pressed my clitoris on his shaft, and it quivered and stiffened under my body. His teeth were almost hurting the flesh of my neck, but that was also good. I moaned again, rubbing my face on his wet shoulder and my nipples on his chest.

When his hand cupped one of my buttocks and squeezed hard and then pulled me even further up, almost lifting me from the floor, I held on to his shoulders and finally folded my other leg around his waist.

He held me up, easily enough. There are some advantages in being ridiculously small.

“If I slip now, we are toast,” he said, with an amused little grin.

“Don’t slip, then.” I spoke very softly into his ear, and then I pushed my tongue in it, which made him laugh and shiver.

I licked the wet convoluted shell of his ear and laid tiny quiet kisses on it until he turned to lay my back against the tiled wall of the shower and pinned me there with his chest, kissing me hard while our bodies searched for each other. It was a bit of blind hide-and-seek down there, without hands, and we were both giggling by the time his glans nudged its way inside me. But when I finally sank into his arms, down along the length of his shaft, we both stopped laughing and sighed heavily at the same time. I squeezed my muscles around him, feeling his once familiar and now newly discovered girth inside me. He made a sound not unlike a little, soft roar which made me almost laugh again, and I held his waist tighter with my legs, amazed by how naturally we seemed to fit into each other. There was no other thought in my mind at all in that moment, just wonder at his indescribable perfection.

His pelvis was rocking me against the wall, softly at first and then faster, and all around me and inside me was slick wetness, and warm hardness. Our mouths met again in kiss after hungry kiss, as he thrust deeper and deeper in me as my body opened to his. Then his neck folded sideways, softly, as if he had gone suddenly wholly limp, his cheek went to rest on my arm where I held on to his shoulders, and a long low wail escaped his parted lips.

I just looked into his face, taking in his abandon like a gift, while his hard member throbbed inside me, and yet another kind of wetness flowed between our joined bodies.

When I kissed his open mouth softly he barely stirred, lost to the world for a long, long moment. I was amazed that he would still hold me up so steadily.

Afterwards, as we stood together, rubbing soap onto each other’s skins, we exchanged tiny kisses, lips on lips. I painted pale, soapy spirals around his nipples, then turned him around and rubbed his muscular back with slick hands, until he leaned face to the wall wholly relaxed, moaning happily.

When he stood under the shower jet to rinse himself, lines of runny foam trailed white on the dark brown of his skin, emphasizing the lean volumes of his chest, belly and hips, the length of his haunches, following the lines of his thighs, and spiraling down along his calves like a creamy caress, like a stream of melting snow that touched his burning, luxuriant darkness for a fleeting moment, lovingly, and then was gone.


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White Sands

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Kassanna's "Tell Me, Touch Me, Feel Me"

We are happy to have Evernight's own Kassanna here at Boundless as the Sea today discussing her new release, Tell Me, Touch Me, Feel Me, book three in her Club Lexx series!

He’d have her by any means necessary,
even if it meant overcoming her secrets and cutting off his family.

Luther Lexington didn’t question why his brother sent for him, but knowing John, he was sure he had his reasons. What he didn’t expect was to find a mocha beauty, in the guise of security personnel that threw her fists first and asked questions later. From the moment she laid him low, he wanted to get her lower, as in under him.

Tanya Babineaux did what she was supposed to do as a Club Lexx security guard. Make trespassers leave by any means necessary. How was she to know he was the owner's little brother? Now he corners her every chance he gets, and she doesn't have time to play.

Tanya harbors a secret, and if Luther didn’t stop chasing her…in the end she could lose it all. That is, of course, if his brothers don't ruin everything first.


After making sure all the lights were on, she took a good look at Luther. He’d removed his shoes and was stretching in the middle of the ring. With his chest bared she saw every ripple his muscles made. Cream filled her panties. Right now he’s the enemy, idiot. Stop letting him distract you. Tanya berated herself while trotting back to the ring. She climbed up and stared at him for a moment before crawling under the ropes.
Are you sure you want to do this?”
Why, you scared?”
Of you? Phhhfffttt.” She blew a raspberry at him.
So how do you want to do this?”
Pin me. Two out of three wins.”
Remember you agreed to this so don’t get mad at me when I win.”
Bring it on.” Tanya raised her and crooked her fingers.
Luther didn’t hesitate. Grabbing her around the waist he went straight for her body. Scrambling, Tanya gripped his forearms while pushing back against his chest to loosen his hold then she dropped, slipping from his grasp. Tanya rolled between his legs and came up behind him. Kicking at the back of his knee he went down. Turning over before she could jump on his back he came up quickly to face her.
I’m pretty sure that is an illegal move.” He limped back and forth.
You didn’t say we were playing by rules. I’ll have to remember that.” Tanya wiped a hand down her face, hiding her smile.
No, rules aren’t necessary. Glad to know where we stand.” His eyes narrowed as he studied her.
They circled each other a few circuits around the ring. He tackled her legs, taking her down. They hit the mat with a thump. Pulling one leg from his grasp she twisted her body and tried to crawl from beneath him. Luther let go of her other leg and wrapped his hands around her waist to pull her back. He fell down on her body. She lay under his body, breathing hard and listening to his breath saw in and out of his lungs.
You give?” His words came in short pants.
Not even, you have to pin my shoulders.” Bucking, she got enough room between their bodies to slither free. He grabbed her ankle and flipped her, tugging her back toward him. Bringing her knees to her chest before he could fall on top of her, she heaved him up and off her. He didn’t move far, hustling to climb back on top of her. Tanya crab-walked to the side, eluded his grasp and rolled up onto her feet. Luther grabbed her shorts and pulled them down around her knees. Kicking her legs she shed her shorts and did a couple of hops to evade him. She looked down her body, and pursed her lips. Holding out her hand, she waited for him to throw her the clothing.
No rules, remember?” Luther brought the crotch of her shorts to his nose. “Damn, you smell good.”
Fuck you.”
We did that already but I’d love to do it again.” He swung the material on his index finger.
She made a grab for it and missed. He swung her around and pushed her against the ropes. Covering her with his body, Luther lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, hard. Her mouth opened under his assault. His tongue swept into her mouth, brushing pass her teeth, and tangled with hers. Her hands crept up his arms over his sweat-dampened skin and locked around his neck. He groaned into her mouth when her hands tousled his hair.
Luther lifted his head, looked her in the eye and flipped her around. Kissing the back of her neck and down her spine he pushed her over the top rope, bending her at the waist.
Slipping his fingers into the elastic of her panties, he tugged. The fabric gave way and his fingers dug into the soft cheek of her ass as he kept her from flipping over onto the floor below.
I want you,” he whispered as he dropped minute kisses along her shoulder blades.
You can have me if you pin me.” She slipped out of his grasp, naked except for her bra. She stared at the length of his cock straining against his jeans. Meeting his stare, she arched a brow.
I’m motivated, what can I say.” He shrugged.
Tanya couldn’t suppress the laughter that bubbled up from her chest. “Come and get me, big boy.” She braced her feet in anticipation of his next move.
Luther charged for her, reminding her of a bull on the run. She held her ground, waiting to the last possible second. When he was within range, she gripped his bicep, and jumped off her toes. Wheeling around, she threw herself across his body, dropping him where he stood. The mat shook under their combined weight. Her breast pressed flat on his chest, she took two deep breaths before rising and shifting to crouch over him. With her arms straight and hands pushed against his shoulders, she leaned forward.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

A Light in the Darkness IX

Today's grammar blog concerns fragments. Yes, fragments. Those most famous, or infamous, examples of “breaking the rules for effect”. Fragments can, indeed, be used to great effect, but they must be used carefully. Don't break a rule unless you fully grasp it.

Stolen images. Cooler.

A sentence requires both a subject and a predicate. The lack of one or the other will turn what would otherwise have been a sentence into a fragment. Some sorts of fragments are easy to spot. Take the following examples, for instance.

“The vampire always drank blood. Fresh blood.”

The “fresh blood” is an obvious fragment. It has only an adjectival phrase and nothing else. These sorts of fragments are rarely done unintentionally. The writer does not usually mistake such fragments for sentences. But the following are also fragments, and they are not always noticed.

“Dangling his paws in the water.”

“Because of the thorns in his paws.”

“When the werewolf passed through the forest.”

“The blood-spattered axe hurtling through the air.”

Touching what doesn't belong to you.

The first two examples would likely be caught, but the third and fourth ones are harder to notice. In the first example you can see that there is a lack of subject. Who is dangling his paws? In the second sentence, there is neither subject nor predicate. We have only a phrase introduced by a subordinating conjunction. We don't know who, nor do we know what that mysterious who is doing. But the third example seems a bit more like a sentence. We have someone – a werewolf – doing something – passing through a forest. But the word “when” keeps it from being a sentence. “When” could be an adverb or a subordinating conjunction, just like “because”. The fourth fragment is probably the most difficult to notice. We have something – an axe – doing something – hurtling. We don't have any sort of subordinating conjunction or anything. Why is it not a sentence? It has to do with the verb. “Hurtling” is in the gerund form (the -ing form). In English, the gerund form, when used as the predicate, needs a “helping verb”, something like “was” or “is” “had been”. Without this help, what could have been a sentence deflates into nothing but a participle phrase.

My bad. Didn't mean to bore ya there.

Each of these fragment types has its place, but fragments should be used sparingly. Overuse not only makes the manuscript choppy, it also gives an appearance of sloppiness to your work. Make certain that the fragment is absolutely necessary before using, and never, never use one accidentally.

Until next week, keep those grammar candles burning.  

Thursday, June 14, 2012

A Light in the Darkness VIII

I know that I missed a grammar blog last week. I am sorry, but we had a guest. (You should definitely check out that blog entry.)

Today's entry is about dialogue tags. No, it is not a full blog about quotation marks, but this will cover most of the uses of them. In US usage – and that is becoming the standard usage – double quotation marks are used to denote speech.

“I want my synthetic blood.”

Oh, you were expecting True Blood?
Sorry, even this crappy jpg is better than that show.

The quotation marks show that this is dialogue, someone speaking, not part of the narrative proper. The period is inside the quotation marks, and that ends the sentence.

“We are fresh out of synth-blood, vamp,” said the werewolf.

This is another snippet of dialogue, and this time the comma is inside the quotation marks. It shows that the sentence was a declarative one, one that would have taken a period were it not for the speech tag outside it.

Speech tags, or dialogue tags, include words such as “said”, “asked”, “screamed”, “cried”, “whispered”, and so on. When using one after a line of dialogue, usually the appropriate punctuation is a comma, followed by the closing quotation mark, and then the full tag, followed by a period.

“You should get some quickly then, or I will end up drinking blood fresh,” said the vampire.

The speech tag is not capitalized. I have seen this before, but it is not correct. All three of the following are incorrect.


“I will have your hide for that threat,” He said.

“I will have your hide for that threat.” he said.

“I will have your hide for that threat.” He said.


“I will have your hide for that threat,” he said.

Somebody's gonna get a hurt real bad.

The incorrect one will not trigger your spell-check or the infamous grammar-check, either. “He said” is a sentence, so it will not get flagged by a program. But it is not a correct dialogue tag, so it would need to be fixed.

This need to keep the speech tag in lower case (aside from proper names, of course) remains constant even if something aside from a comma is used.

“That's it. You're a dead wolf!” screamed the vampire.

Notice that the exclamation point would normally be considered the end of the sentence, and you could expect that the words thereafter would start a fresh sentence. But that is not the case. Despite how strong they look, exclamation points are, in this regard, weaker than periods. A period precludes the use of a dialogue tag. None of the other three primary punctuation marks for dialogue do. (Those would be the comma, the exclamation point, and the question mark.)

“You're not planning to kill me over synth-blood, are you?” asked the werewolf.

Do you see how the “asked” does not start with a capital letter? Again, only the period cuts off dialogue to the point that it precludes a speech tag.

This all, of course, only applies to the sentence before the speech tag. Other sentences do not require any special treatment, punctuation-wise.

“It was the last time I ever saw that werewolf. He and I had been close, almost like brothers! But that one argument over synth-blood cost us our friendship,” said the vampire. “Also, he was delicious.”

Just workin' the wolf through.

Until next week, keep those grammar candles burning!

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Lola Drake's "Pursuit of a Kiss"

Boundless as the Sea is proud to present one of Evernight Publishing's newest authors, Lola Drake! Welcome to the family, Lola.

Let's learn a little more about her...

At first Lola Drake longed to be an actress, until she discovered the writer controlled what came out of the actors’ mouths. While she still prefers the limelight to sequestering herself in a dark room feeling tortured for her art, she now writes full-time and loves it (even the tortured bits). Recently back in Los Angeles after spending several years in Europe, Lola has moved from screenplays to novels. In books she feels she can explore more of her characters' secret fears and inner desires, especially when things in life aren’t quite so black and white as we’d like to think.


How about this new release, Pursuit of a Kiss, part of Evernight's "Cupid's Conquests" series?

Ousted from Olympus until he can restore true love to the world, Eros stumbles upon a match made in heaven – if they can survive hell first.

Juliet doesn’t have much in common with her namesake. Her career-centric life sorely lacks romance. Then one night everything changes when she witnesses a gang shooting, and she ends up a victim herself.

FBI Agent Jake Parker has known Juliet for years, but only as the baby sister of his best friend. He still imagines her as the awkward teenager she used to be. When Jake must protect Juliet from the gang determined to eliminate the only witness who can testify against them, he discovers that he’s not the only one who’s changed in the last ten years.

As sparks fly and the danger mounts, Juliet and Jake must decide what they're willing to risk in the pursuit of what's possibly true love's kiss.


Give us a taste of what's inside...

While the area typically swarmed with tourists and locals alike during the day, at night darkness consumed this desolate end of the boardwalk, giving it a quietly sinister air. Strange shadows fell from the outdoor gym equipment, crisscrossed by the lines in the fence surrounding it. Steel shutters covered the entrances to most of the stores, many marked by graffiti. Gentle singing drew her gaze to a homeless man huddled over a garbage can searching for scraps. He had a pretty good voice, but the soft sound amid the surrounding emptiness only served to enhance the disturbing sensation that washed over her. 

As her fight with Brad replayed in her mind, Juliet walked practically alongside a small group of men before she consciously noticed them. With her footsteps muffled by the soft sand, they hadn’t spotted her either. 

The gunshot changed all that. 

Her head whipped towards the sound. What she had assumed were a group of men talking coalesced into four Latinos holding guns on two African-American boys quivering before them. A third lay dead on the sand, blood pooling under his head in a puddle that appeared almost black. The hole in his forehead looked like movie makeup. It couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be real. 

One of the remaining boys, who looked young enough to still be in high school, sobbed openly as he pleaded for his life. His companion remained stoic, staring down the leader of the Latino group and, in a final moment of defiance, spitting at him. The leader fired, shooting him and his friend again and again. The shots echoed across the buildings, but no one emerged to investigate. A faint trail of smoke drifted up from the barrel as he at last lowered his gun to his side. 

That final movement shook Juliet out of her frozen stupor and she let out an involuntary scream. Jerking his head around at the distinct noise, the leader’s gaze fell upon her, his eyes narrowing. Juliet couldn’t understand what they shouted at her in Spanish, but instinct kicked in and her legs started moving faster than they ever had before. Gunshots rang out behind her and she felt a bullet whiz by her ear. Pain exploded through her right arm and fire blazed across her hip. Still, she kept running, stumbling on the sand, her lungs burning, knowing she would die if she stopped. At last her feet touched the cool cement of the boardwalk, allowing her to pick up speed as she sprinted back toward Venice Boulevard and the safety of a crowd. 

The gang continued to gain on her. Her vision started to blur and her legs felt like rubber, her steps beginning to falter as she grew weaker. Blood dripped down her arm, soaking through her blouse. At last, with her pursuers practically on her heels, she turned onto Venice Boulevard and slammed straight into that pudgy bald man she’d seen at the bar. 

“Help me,” she begged, collapsing against him. Nearby someone screamed. A crowd began to gather as darkness enfolded Juliet and she slipped into unconsciousness.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Doris O'Connor's addition to the NFT!

Welcome back to Boundless as the Sea. Today we are pleased to have NFT's own Doris O'Connor with us, a top-notch author with sizzling stories. Total raunch here, and I mean that in a good way! Got tons of respect for her, so pour yourself a cup of whatever you're drinking, and pull up a chair. 

Want to win a copy of this naughty fairy tale? Comment below for your chance!

OK, take it away, Doris!


Hi everyone!

I'm delighted to be back here at Boundless as the Sea with my newest release and my contribution to Evernight Publishing's Naughty Fairy Tales series, The Last Of His Kind.

Ever since I first saw the submission call for this series, I've been itching to write something for it, but the right Fairy Tale just didn't grab me. And a story has to grab me by the fingertips and force me to write it, that's just the way my muse works.

As is always the case lately, inspiration came out of nowhere. One of my crit partners collared me in Skype and she shared this idea her mum had, involving the Loch Ness monster.

"I thought of you, cause you do shifters so well, so there, I give it to you."

My muse went, "oooohh", and "ooooh, oh, oh I see," (I know, she is eloquent, eh), and I immediately abandoned my current wip and Doric was born.

He was an instant, strong voice in my head, and as I wrote I kept thinking of the Little Mermaid. So again my muse did her rather eloquent jumping up and down like a loon. A little bit of research later, and wouldn't you know it the origins of the Loch Ness legends fit my idea perfectly 

So there you have it – one Naughty Fairy Tale, which is a twist on The Little Mermaid with a dose of Beauty and the Beast thrown in for good measure.

What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog? You take him home and nurse him back to health of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, then so much the better, right? 

Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body's instantaneous reaction to the clit-clenching stranger who washed up from the Loch.

Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witch's spell, he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?

"Well, for starters I haven't got any clothes." He chuckled at her sharp intake of breath, when he dropped the material he'd used to cover his arousal. "Of course if you don't mind, then let's go." 
"Err, do you mind? Let me find you something better to cover up with. You'll do someone an injury with…with that."

She wrenched her eyes up to his face, only for her gaze to stray back down to his hardening cock. Her breathing grew shallow, and the scent of her arousal in the air made his mind up. He would deal with the aftermath in the morning. He needed to heal, and he had the perfect means to achieve that standing in front of him. It had been way too long. He just hoped he could control his true self.


Oh the man was infuriating and arousing in equal measures. She once again wrenched her eyes away from that huge cock, suddenly all too aware how isolated the cottage was. No one would hear her screams, should he choose to attack her. The mere thought had her heart miss a beat, before it turned into a jackhammer, even as the barely functioning rational side of her brain told her not to be so stupid. She was hardly God's gift to men. He seemed perfectly able to control himself, and everyone knew men's cocks had a mind of their own. It didn't mean he would rip her clothes off. She'd never evoked that kind of passion in a man before. She had no boobs to speak of, her hips were too wide, her legs too skinny, and the damn glasses, well, they spelled librarian, not sex goddess, as her ex-fiancé had accused her of acting like all too frequently.

"Has anyone ever told you, you think too much?" His deep voice shook her out of her musings, and his hot breath fogged up her glasses. When had he gotten so close? The tip of his now fully erect cock left a wet stain along her tummy, and Penelope took an involuntary step back. The smile on his face could only be described as predatory, as he matched her step by step until her back hit the wall. She swallowed nervously when he took her glasses off her nose, and pulled the hairband out of her hair. His large hand massaged the back of her neck, and he caged her against the wall until she couldn't move. Heat suffused her being as his natural scent surrounded her, and his body heat seeped into her very bones. He towered over her, and panic set in for one minute, before the sharp yank of her hair brought tears to her eyes and forced her head up to look at him.

"I asked you a question, ceannbeag." The softly spoken words held an edge of steel she found unable to resist. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples tightened; and she bit back a moan as he yanked her hair again, just hard enough to hurt, just hard enough for her to soak her panties. A flash of triumph in the depths of his rapidly darkening golden eyes preceded his knowing smile. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she licked her lips, willing him to close the distance and kiss her. She tried to get her hands up to pull him down for that kiss she so desperately craved, but he had her pinned so effectively, she couldn't move.

He shook his head at her ineffective attempts.

"Well? Would you like me to stop those thoughts I see swirling in your eyes? But I warn you." He pulled back slightly, and Penelope drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. "Thinking will not be allowed, and I expect complete obedience. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Did she? Did she ever! Was this man even real, or was she still asleep and this was all a dream? Who looked like that and washed up on her shore naked, and injured, and still able to turn her insides into a quivering mass of need just by the way he looked at her? He watched her now out of hooded eyes with an unwavering gaze that raised goose-bumps on her flesh. Instantly his warm hands rubbed up and down her exposed arms, and a shiver of a different kind went down her spine. His nostrils flared, and the grip on her arms grew painful.

"If you want me to leave, you have to tell me now." His voice had dropped an octave, his accent thicker than before. "If you want me to stay, and I sure as fuck hope you do, then know that you're mine to do with as I see fit. I will use your body until you scream your surrender and my cock has filled you every which way you can think of and some you couldn't even imagine."

Oh good God. I'm doomed. If this is a dream then I really must eat more cheese to make sure I have more of them.

"Do I get a safe word?" She barely heard her own whisper over the roaring in her ears. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint and had his body not been holding her up, she would have simply sunk to the floor in a puddle of her own arousal. Never, ever had she been this turned on, and he'd barely touched her.

"Pick one."



Thanks again for having me here, Adonis!

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Sunday, June 10, 2012

Keyboards and Kinks is here!

Boundless as the Sea is proud to announce that Evernight has released another hot anthology with erotic stories from some stunning authors! Read on to find out more.


13 Authors ~ 13 Cyber-sexy Stories

from Evernight Publishing.

A night at home on the computer doesn’t have to be boring…

Feel like chatting? Or maybe doing something more daring? The stranger reaching out across cyberspace could be a creepy pervert, but what if he wasn’t? What if he’s a vampire, the sexy boy next door, or even your gorgeous boss? Thirteen tales explore all the delicious possibilities when online relationships lead to sexy encounters away from the keyboard.


The Satin Rose Experience by Sandra Bunino
Type Dirty to Me by Kassanna
Night Games by Carolyn Rosewood
Session Interrupted by Raven McAllan
Changing the Rules by Vanessa Devereaux
The Queen of Happy Endings by Annalynne Russo
Willing Her by Ashlynn Monroe
AFK: a C.O.V.E.N. Story by Casey Moss
The Stranger You Know by Melissa Hosack
Immortal Game by Danica Avet
Her Demon Charms by Xandra James
Up All Night by Jorja Lovett
Lara’s Liaison by Eve Meridian

Feeling kinky? KEYBOARDS AND KINK is now available on Evernight Publishing, AllRomance EBooks and Amazon.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Eye Music, by Katherine Wyvern

The author, in all her erotic glory!

The Naughty Poems

Last winter, one sleepless night I wrote a short story that began like this:

“Once upon the time, there lived inside a poet a bunch of little naughty poems.

They dwelled all together in a dark and secret place deep into the poet’s soul, where nobody could hurt them or make fun of them, but as they grew and grew they began to long to be out in the sunlight, which they had only seen far up and away, through the pupils of the poet’s eyes…”

It must have been a prophetic piece. I have been writing poems since I can remember, but always in bouts, interrupted by long silences, and I never really imagined sharing my poems with anyone. They had always been a very private sort of writing for me.

I cannot pen a line of poetry unless something speaks from deep down within me, and I had not written a verse for more than five years, until I stumbled on flondo’s photostream on Flickr. Maybe it’s that his photos of men are so intense and mysterious, so sensual and hauntingly alive; they seem to hide a secret story that waits to be extricated from their silence and put into words.

All of a sudden, I began writing poems again, and since I had the feeling that these poems belonged to and with his pictures, I decided, not without some serious heart-pangs, and agonizing jitters (I am good at those), to let flondo read them.

It was very thrilling to discover that the poems were appreciated, so much so that I was asked to put photos and poems together in one book.

That is how Eye Music was born.

Time for the naughty poems to go out in the sunlight.

Eye Music brings together two artists and two different mediums in the celebration of love, art, eroticism, and the glorious beauty of man.

flondo’s elegant, soulful, often erotic, sometimes provoking, always unique pictures have found a voice in K.W.’s lyrical, intricate, sensuous poems. Whether you read, or look, or watch words and images unfolding together as they inspire and complement each other, this dreamy, masterfully composed collection deserves unhurried contemplation.


A taste of what's inside...

In the bound red obscurity

Of my blind, tied body

My world is only – you

Your silence is my dark night-sky

Your skin is the warm earth upon which I stand

Your fingertips open the path for me

Your tongue is the river that sweeps me away

From the darkness

Into raging phosphorescent seas

Floating in silver waves – foam and salt tears

And your member - deep inside me

Is the life tree of this world

Its roots hold me fast into time and place

But its wind-blown top

Is the sea-voice of the storm

It seems to me

That I always carried my love for you inside me

I carried it like the bud carries the rose

Tightly coiled

And hidden

Yet perfect, whole

Ready to unfold

In the sunshine of the day you found me


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