September 13, 2013

It's a Flaming Friday the 13th!




Welcome to the Friday the 13th edition of 
Friday Flames!

For some, this is a day of bad luck. But what's bad luck for one, is good luck to another!

Here's a scene from Troll-y Yours with Ella the Troll experiencing some bad luck and Kempor Aleksander, Head Centaur Guard, raking in the good luck.




       Al tossed the apple into a corner wastebasket with a thud and took the shirt from her. He held it to his muscular chest. In bright blue lettering it read, Hoof Arted?

       Ella burst out laughing, relief swamping her in waves. “Why didn’t you give it to him?”

       Al lowered the shirt and lined up the shoulder corners precisely in a fold, his smile fading fast. “He was arrested last fall, during a raid on a rebel nest.”

       “I’m sorry.” Talk about taking the mythic wind out of a person.

       “Yeah, me too.” Al handed the t-shirt back.


       When Ella reached for it—her damn towel dropped to the floor.       

*~*~*~*
         
        Kempor Aleksander thought he’d seen all the sexiest females within a hundred mile radius. Voted Most Eligible Bachelor in Boronda fifteen years in a row by Mythic Magazine, the woods crawled with hungry babes. Nothing in his vast experience prepared him for the sight that literally blossomed in front of him.
            
        Lush creamy breasts with raspberry nipples his lips quivered to taste. When she turned away, the round curves of her smooth backside presented themselves. Such a delightfully naughty expanse of flesh, it called him to take strokes with strong passes of his hand.
        
        Kolasi! Dammit, he was in his true form. Oh Pan, why do you taunt me so?

        Ella squealed and turned a bright shade of pink. She made a grab for her fallen towel.

        Alek didn’t even think, he reached out and grasped her by the arm. He splayed his front hooves and drew her wriggling body closer.

        “Al, stop it. I’m naked.”

        “Yes, Kalos. You are.”


Woo-Wee! Alek really has his hands full now.

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11 comments:

  1. Love it, Sheri!

    I've got a Friday Flame in a similar vein of bad luck. My heroine, Sara, has just inadvertently walked in on her daughter's first kiss, and that makes her think back to her own...

    Here comes her brother now, with one of his friends, a short, stocky guy I think I’ve seen in the corridors at school. They’re each carrying two cases of beer – I wonder which one of them has a fake ID, or maybe they got somebody to buy it for them? They set the beer down on the kitchen table right in front of us, and open one of the cases. “Here you go, ladies,” Vince says, handing Belinda and me each a can. I don’t want – I’ve never even had beer before!

    But everyone else is opening theirs and toasting each other. I – I don’t have to, but Belinda’s my friend, right? I open mine, salute them and take a sip. I barely swallow it down without spitting it out; how does anybody drink this stuff? Belinda doesn’t like it much more than I do, but she forces her beer down, and I follow suit while the boys laugh at us.

    “Hey, Belle, why don’t you put out some food?” She’s told me she hates being called Belle, but she’s not going to get her older brother to stop doing it anytime soon. I go to help Belinda set out several bowls of chips, and then she goes up to her room to change. That’s all I need – not only will I not know anybody, but I’m going to look like crap compared to everyone else. I thought my sweater was cute, but I’m sure Belinda will be back downstairs in five minutes with an outfit that puts me to shame.

    And I can’t even borrow anything from her – she’s only a couple of inches taller than me, but she’s at least three sizes bigger. Oh, well. As I watch her go up the stairs, I see something hanging from the ceiling at the foot of the staircase. Mistletoe.

    I start to wonder who hung it there when there’s a hand on my shoulder, and I turn to see Vince. He’s not much taller than Belinda, but he seems bigger somehow, or maybe that’s just my imagination. I can smell the beer on his breath; we’re only a few inches apart. He’s looking up at the mistletoe, too. He puts an arm around my waist and pulls me still closer. I let him; he is cute. And I’ve never had an older guy show the slightest interest in me before. Is this why he didn’t complain about Belinda inviting me? Does he have a – a thing for me?

    He’s leaning in towards me, coming closer. I tilt my head up to meet him, I close my eyes, and I feel his face just an inch from mine, then his lips are touching mine, and – I – God! I go limp, I don’t respond, but I don’t have to; his lips and his tongue are doing all the work – then from out of nowhere there’s a voice. Belinda’s voice, loud and shrill: “Jesus, Sara! Get your tongue out of my brother’s mouth!” And then I feel her hands on my shoulders, pulling me away from Vince.

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    1. I'm always so fascinated to read a female's POV written so well by a male writer. Well done, James!!

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  2. Oops, forgot the buy link...

    http://www.amazon.com/Waking-Dream-Dreams-Book-ebook/dp/B00EPSIIAW/ref=sr_1_1_title_1_kin?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1379073601&sr=1-1

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  3. Holy hot, Sheri!!

    This sexcerpt is from my new release, Prophecy's Child.

    Fuck,” Kal said with a growl under his breath. “Your beauty makes me crazy.” For a moment he didn’t move, just stared at her bared flesh.

    If he didn’t touch her soon, she’d be the crazy one. With another growl, he bent and sucked one tight peak into his mouth. Katherine's head fell back as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into her.

    His tongue swirled and flicked, bringing her dangerously close to orgasm.

    While he ravished her other nipple, he forced down her yoga pants and panties. She kicked them away. Kal grabbed her backside and massaged the round cheeks then stroked his fingers down until they grazed her swollen clit. She jumped at the light touch and gasped out a moan.

    A deep groan sounding more like a snarl rose from his throat. “You’re so wet and ready for me. And thank God, because I want you now.”

    His urgency was contagious. She wanted him with a need so intense she’d die if he didn’t give her what she craved.

    Kal turned her until her back faced him then gently guided her to the bed. He eased her onto all fours. With a hand on her upper back, he pushed her chest to the mattress. She arched her back and raised her hips in a silent invitation for him to take her hard, fast. Now.

    The sound of the foil condom wrapper tearing mixed with their harsh breathing, and then the head of his penis brushed against her folds. She raised her hips higher, urging him on. He found her opening and thrust inside. Pleasure took her with such force she feared she’d black out.

    Kal slid deep. Her inner muscles stretched to accommodate his massive size. When he pulled back, the friction made them both groan.

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    1. *clicks the fan on HIGH* Oh man...now that's some HOT STUFF! They're both groaning and now I'm...well. TMI. Time to read Prophecy's Child again. (and again, and again!)

      Thank you for stopping by and steaming up the screen!

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  4. Nice Sheri!! Whew..
    I tweeted your hotness

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    1. Coming from a HOT chick like you, thank you!

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  5. Great excerpt. Thank you for the opportunity. Here's mine - condensed from Viking Fire: Outside he released her, but blocked her path to re-enter the hall.
    The music resonated around them. Leaning against the far wall, she crossed her arms.
    She was two feet away from him, but he was too close.

    “I thought the air would clear your head.” He cocked his eyebrow, examining her.

    “My head is fine, thank you.”

    “Aye, and the rest of you is fine to look at too.” His thick dialect chased shivers through her.

    Her hands smoothed her gown. She caught herself and stopped. At seeing his grin, her frown deepened. “I believe it’s improper for you to stare at a lady so.”

    “Would you rather I stare at you on our wedding night?” She opened her mouth to speak, but he continued. “Whilst you are without clothes?”

    “I assure you, sir, we will have no wedding night.” Her blush radiated from her chest and spread between her legs.

    “You wish to wed during the day then?” He took a step closer. “Very well, daylight will be all the better to see you.”

    Music and laughter from inside filtered through the night air. He strode toward her.
    She braced for his advances, wondering if she had the strength to inflict enough pain
    to make him reconsider. Part of her wanting to run, the other part daring him closer in challenge. God’s toenails, how could she have forgotten her dagger?

    A breath from her, he stopped. Her heart hammered in her chest.

    His fingers brushed aside a strand of her auburn hair that had slipped from her braid.
    The brief touch sent fire coursing through her. Afraid her legs would give way she leaned farther against the wall.

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    1. Oh Andrea...I'm a sucker for a thick, uh, dialect! Buahahaha! Thank you so much for sharing that yummy, steamy scene. Hot books like this is what keeps the Flames burning bright!

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