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Sexy Saturday Round Up

7 Sep

Sexy Saturday Round UpBy Elizabeth Shore

Raise a glass – another fabulous weekend is upon us! Time to relax, unwind, and catch up on your reading – and viewing –  pleasure. We’ve got love life predictions, a round-up of classic romance, and oh. Did I mention rapper Milan Christopher goes totally bare?  Come on in, Smutters. The water’s fine.

Turns out, men exaggerate their number of sexual partners. Are you kidding me??

Now you see it, now you don’t. Oscar kills the new “popular film” category.

The Marquis de Sade’s wicked, wicked mind – as evidenced through illustrations.

Get your fans out! Rapper Milan Christopher lets it ALL hang out – literally. My, oh my.

This month’s new moon is only days away. What it means for your love life.

A BookRiot podcast on classic romance bestsellers.

Should you be concerned about your date rape fantasies?

Rev up your sex life by understanding your body. Did you know that you’re partly a wild woman?

Why people believe in witches, as explained by science.

Progress! India finally lifts its ban on gay sex.








Sexy Saturday Round Up

1 Sep

Sexy Saturday Round UpBy Elizabeth Shore

Happy September, lovely Smuters. We’re creeping up into the time of sweaters and cider and boots – oh my! But all is good in Smutland because we’re still rounding up the goods for you all the year round – no matter if it’s beach weather or the time of falling leaves. So kick back on this long weekend and indulge yourself in some good reading. It’s all right here for you.

Flying solo this weekend? Fantastic! What better excuse than to spruce up on some new masturbation techniques.

Labor Day sales!

Cuteness alert – proof that baby goats like it when you smile at them.

The secret to ageless skin may be in your blood.

You know a certain someone complains endlessly about fake news, but what about fake milk? That’s what’s gotten the dairy industry up in arms.

If you’re fretting over that latest Lancet study about one drink a day being bad for you, check this out.

How do you not get jealous if someone else is going down on your husband? Why, by going on a swinger’s vacation, of course.

Clear your mind in 60 seconds with this weirdly cool online meditation tool.




Cowboy up! Cowboy for Hire…classic romantic comedy from Isabelle Drake

28 Aug


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A cowboy, romance, laughs, a sweet happy ending…Cowboy for Hire has all of that. It’s also one of my earliest releases – now rereleased from Riverdale Ave Books.

Remember Ellora’s Cave? I sure do. I had about twenty books with them. Cowboy for Hire was my second. It’s recently been releasesd and to say I’m excited is an understatement. For me, it’s like coming home. Some of my readers may not know this about me, but I wrote sweet, traditional romances before creating my first erotic romance, Everglades Wildfire. I was even a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart finalist in the Traditional Romance category.

It’s natural for people to ask writers of erotic romance why they write such sexually explicit stories. Interestingly, people don’t ask that  of sweet romance authors. I think that’s because it’s apparent—everyone loves a love story. That’s what Cowboy for Hire is—a tender, light-hearted, sometimes funny, sometimes poignant, story about two people getting past the tangles of their past and getting tangled together.


Excerpt, aka, beginning of Chapter One:

Lang Thompson eased his foot off the worthless brake pedal and waited for the red Arizona dust to clear. A board swung above the cab of his truck, once, twice, three times. The rusty nail holding it gave up the fight and the weathered two-by-four smacked across the hood with a weary thump.

One more dent wasn’t going to matter.

He pushed back his beat-up Stetson, mumbling a string of words that in his childhood would’ve earned him an afternoon in the milk house. He didn’t need this.

Outside his window a hairy, black Australian shepherd barked and waved its tail.

“You don’t need to tell me, I see the mess.”

For a split second he considered backing out and leaving. The way the place looked, the owner probably wouldn’t even notice the new gaping hole.

No, he didn’t want any unfinished business hanging over his head when he hit the highway again to head south, away from the miserable memories he’d left behind. There was that and the fact that his conscience had an unfortunate way of popping up at the worst times.

He glanced down at the animal now sitting among the rubble that used to be the side of a barn. A tired, seen-better-days barn, but a barn nonetheless.

For the sake of his furry witness, he held back another string of words unfit for delicate ears as he shoved the door open and stepped out. He leaned against the truck and yanked his hat down to block out the afternoon sun. The owner had to be around somewhere.

“I guess I should’ve hung a no parking sign there.”

Lang turned to the shapely outline in the shadows. His bad luck kept getting worse. A woman. He didn’t want to shoot the breeze with a bored rancher’s wife.

3979abe550f21576c24f7d58d2210593.jpg“If you’ll tell me where to find your husband, I’ll straighten this out with him.”

As she moved into the sunshine Lang tried to convince himself he didn’t see her thick blonde hair or deep, blue eyes. He didn’t notice the way her breasts strained against that plain white T-shirt tucked neatly into her faded jeans, either. And that bolt of physical awareness that shot straight to his cock? It didn’t exist.

A blindingly bright smile spilt across her sun-kissed face. “I can’t do that.”

No, those sweet lips didn’t really have an effect on him either. But just to be sure, he stepped away as she came closer. “Do what?”

Raising her hand to shield her eyes from the desert sun, she glanced over her shoulder toward the mess. “Did you plow into my barn because you suffer from memory loss?”

Lang turned toward his truck. He had indeed plowed into the barn. Her barn. “Your barn?”

She nodded, then reached down to rub the dog’s ears, giving him the perfect opportunity to look down her shirt. Was that a white bra with pink lace trim?

Damn he loved lace.

Forcing his gaze back to her face, he asked, “You don’t have a husband I can talk things over with?”

Sunlight blinked off the golden strands of her hair as she shook her head and scratched under the animal’s chin. Her silence didn’t make sense. Why wasn’t she pissed? “Look, ma’am, I’m really sorry—”

While waving her hands to cut him off, she moved closer, her sexy, long legs making short work of the distance. “You don’t need to explain right now.”

Judging from the tilt of her head and the welcome in her eyes, he was missing some piece of a puzzle.

But what?

He stamped out his curiosity. He only wanted to take care of business, then get back on the road and find that ranch for sale his cousin Cole had badgered him into looking over. With that out of the way, he’d get back to his real goal, which was putting as much distance between the remnants of his old life and himself as possible. He tugged his gaze away from her all-too-easy-on-the-eyes face, glanced around but soon found himself looking her way again. “Where am I anyway?”

Her delicate eyebrows knotted together and her shoulders dropped. “You didn’t come about the ad for work?”

“Work?” He shook his head. “No. I was trying to turn around, get back on the freeway.”

Her kissable pink lips curved weakly, the glimmer in her eyes faded but didn’t go out completely. “You’re at The Circle Cat Ranch.”

“And where is that?”

“Cactus Junction.” She dipped her head the other way and a few tempting strands of silken hair slipped over her shoulder. “You do know what state you’re in?”

Arizona. Only a couple of hours from the Mexican border.

Her gaze circled his face, considering, then dropped lower, assessing. He straightened, planting his legs wide enough to place the bulge in his pants front and center. If she insisted on getting a good look at him, he might as well give her a view worth the effort.

As though she realized she was rudely looking him over like he was a colt on the auction block, she brought her attention back to his face and tried to cover her actions with a smile as she spoke. “You look like you could use a drink. I know I could.” She brushed past him without waiting for a reply. “Come on up to the house and have some lemonade.”

That place his cousin was so hot for them to buy was in Cactus Junction. At least he didn’t have much farther to go.

Not that he wanted to buy a place and start all over but Cole had cajoled him until he’d agreed to at least look it over. A promise is a promise. Even to a cousin like Cole.

The woman’s hips swayed invitingly as she strode toward the house. Each determined stride called to some better left unspoken part of him.

He grumbled and tore his gaze away. He’d written complicated entanglements with women off. For good.

The screen door smacked shut after she disappeared inside.

Why did it seem like the last shred of control he had over his life was slipping away? The hot wave of lust pooling in his gut shouted a warning, telling him to forget his so-called integrity and take the chance that once he got on the road he wouldn’t need brakes any time soon. He could always coast to a stop.

He groaned. All those hours in the milk house taught him more than to mind his tongue. He had to stick around and settle the issue at hand. That ranch for sale wasn’t going anywhere. With a quick glance down to be sure he wasn’t wearing any of his fast food breakfast on his shirt, Lang headed after the woman and the dog.


Get your copy of this sweet but still hot cowboy romance direct from Riverdale Ave Books or Amazon.


Isabelle Drake’s other new release, an erotic contemporary romance beach read, Make Me Blush, is currently available for free with Kindle Unlimited. Find her on Facebook or Amazon and follow her Instagram story for the most personal pics.

Sexy Saturday Round Up

11 Aug

Sexy Saturday Round UpBy Elizabeth Shore

Happy weekend, sexies! From peeing on the president to career advice, it’s all here for you in this weekend’s round-up. Enjoy!

Some people who dislike the president vent their frustrations by peeing on him. Sort of.

Throwback film review! Two costume drama nerds discuss the perfectly perfect A Room With a View. I still swoon over that kiss.

Tips for the uninitiated about the giving a mind-blowing bj to the uncircumcised.

Why Diane von Furstenberg hates viagra.

And now for something completely whacked. People post edited photos of themselves and then get plastic surgery to actually look like the edited pics.

You’ve heard about blue balls, but blue vulva? Yes, it’s a thing.

It’s a job hunter’s job market, but how do you pick a career that actually suits you?

Mother of the year award! Mama duck leads 76 (!) ducklings across a river. So cute!

Sitting around this weekend with nothing to do? How about making chocolate liqueur. It’s easy!

5 movies and shows that create hilarious sex questions.




Sexy Saturday Round Up

4 Aug

Sexy Saturday Round UpBy Elizabeth Shore

Holy s**t, it’s August! I’m seeing back to school ads and summer’s trying to get away from us. Could someone plese call it bacK? “Heeeere, Summer Summer. Heeeere, Sumer Summer.” Barring that most elusive of seasons  giving us months more of her time, we’d bettter take as much advantage as possible before it’s swept away in a swirl of dead leaves. Thankfully, no danger of that this weekend, my lovely smutties. The temps are warm and the cocktails cool. So grab one, why don’t you, and enjoy the fun reads we’ve gathered up for you this weekend. And if you happen to be at the Barnes & Noble in Edison, NJ on Saturday between noon and 4:00, stop by to say hello. I’ll be doing a “meet the romance authors” event. 10 romance authors – and chocolate.

Introducing the new lovehoney happy rabbit vibrators. What’s not to love?

Kink as your mental health therapist.

Do you ever get stuck trying to name your fantasy character? Fear no more! Here, all the fantasy, mystical, witches, vampires and more names in one giant convenient database.

And here, if your characters are talking smack, Shakespearean insults in a handy little guide.

Sexual harassment, The Bachlor style.

Alt-right dingbats say Sarah Jeong is a racistThe New York Times says f**k off.

Forget pills. Here’s how to speed your metabolism naturally.

The Appalachian feminist revolution.

Teens are snorting condoms why, exactly? Because they can?

Fake news evolving into fake events, and why it’s really scary.








Tom Cruise: Do we think he’s sexy?

3 Aug

Mission Impossible: Fallout, I saw it too. I know many of you did, because those box office figures don’t lie. Apparently, we all loved it too. Lots of action (believable and not) some bombs, bad guys who want to end the world–the usual action stuff. The plot was so straightforward, I had plenty of time to wonder about Tom Cruise…is he sexy?


It didn’t seem to me he was trying to be sexy. Ridiculous with his over the top action, sort of romantic with his lost love, kind of smart with the way he figures things out, and very determined–especially when he was hanging from the cliff, everything looking really, really bad, but he kept trying until he saved everyone. But sexy? I didn’t think so.

It didn’t seem to me ‘they’ were trying to make him appear sexy in Fallout. I liked that. There weren’t any shirtless scenes, no long tough-guy stares. It was only later that I had second thoughts. Maybe he was supposed to be sexy and I just didn’t notice.

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I spent about an hour looking through many, many Tom picks. You know what I realized? He always looks the same. Same hair, same smile, same clothes. Even his expressions are pretty much the same.


Even though he looks the same all the time, his career really has been all over the place. He danced in Risky Business, flew planes in Top Gun, disturbed people out in Interview with a Vampire, surprised us in Tropic Thunder, saved the world in the Mission Impossible franchise. Maybe that’s his secret, how he’s gotten to be one of the highest paid male actors. Think of him as a Where’s Waldo for the movie biz.


His personal life, same thing. Married and divorced to very different women, jumped on Oprah’s couch,  is said to be one of the nicest people ever.

But wait! There’s more to show his life is very varied:

  • At age 14 he enrolled in the seminary, only to drop out at age 15 to become an actor.
  • In 1990, when he married Nicole Kidman, we wore no shoes.
  • 1996, he sued German Magazine Bunte for stating he had a zero his sperm count.
  • Ongoing, is huge fan of professional wrestling.

Now you’re intrigued. Right? You need to know,  what’s next for Tom?

Top Gun 2: Maverick! With Val Kilmer and Jennifer Connelly!

OMG! How excited are you!

What about you? Hot for Tom? Or not? Prefer a different action hero? Give us your thoughts in the comments.


Isabelle Drake’s erotic contemporary romance beach read, Make Me Blush, is currently available for free with Kindle Unlimited. Find her on Facebook or Amazon and follow her snapchat @isadrake for the most personal snaps.


Sexy Saturday Round Up

28 Jul

Sexy Saturday Round UpBy Elizabeth Shore

We have Aquaman, we have people bonking bushes, we have marriage getting kicked to the curb. It’s all here, sexies! A most delicious round-up of some jolly good fun we’ve found trolling the web this week.

Sex with a topiary is a thing. At least for some people.

What we can all learn from Mr. Rogers.

Top 10 names that guys give their junk.

Aperol spritz is the drink of the summer. Here’s how to make it.

Man on a Mission – smokin’ hot super man Henry Cavill.

From Madeline:

We’ve said in the past that there is no ‘normal’ when it comes to sex — but this study sez a lot of us just want to fantasize about love, romance, and good ole vanilla sex.

A documentary about how when it comes to wealth and excess women always tend to wind up on the losing end of the stick.

As Etta James would say – at laaaaaaast –

While Jezebel wants to know: WTF? Why isn’t Aquaman nekkid?

Man Repeller on women who got married—fast.

It’s an instagram summer fashion showdown: Outer Space V the Prairie.  Live Long and Yee-Ha!

Apparently many middle-aged women are DONE with their marriage. Buh-bye!

It’s hot outside — but why not let it get a little steamy inside too? Here’s a lot of erotic movies ranked worst to best–but I started you off on the best page, cause you want the best right?

The pelvic floor is still an utter mystery to scientists.




Sexy Saturday Round Up

21 Jul

Sexy Saturday Round UpBy Eliabeth Shore

Hot days, hot reads! Enjoy, lovely sexies.

Female newscasters doing hair their own way and ditching that boring ol’ bob.

Getting naked in a nightclub along with everyone else.

She looks STUNNING. You’d never guess that Christie Brinkley is 62. Say whaaat?

The relationship between fashion and human sexuality.

Women, it turns out, love hairless “billiard balls.”

Roe v. Wade…the movie??

Why you should get out of a bad marriage – it’s for your health.

Wanna know how to be a better kisser? Of course you do.

The seven best places to meet someone during the summer.

The growth of trans literature.


Sexy Saturday Round Up

16 Jun

Sexy Saturday Round UpBy Elizabeth Shore

Hello Sexies! It’s Pride month, it’s Dad weekend – it’s summer! Much to get excited about, including some most excellent reads we’ve rounded up for this weekend. So settle in, kick your heels back, maybe make some rainbow pancakes for brunch. Enjoy an awesome weekend and bring Dad along for the fun.

So hey, what exactly is there to know about pride month? Well, since you asked

Sexual abuse rocks the highest echelon of the literary world – the Nobel.

Whats an ex-president to do once he’s out of office and has time on his hands? Why, write one of the year’s best selling novels, of course.

The hottest of the hot lesbian sex moves! All about tribbing.

The stigmas behind older women dating younger men.

How to know if you’re asexual.

Serena Williams on body shaming.




Sexy Sunday Snippet: Her Sir by Megan Slayer

13 May

It’s Sunday and that means we’re here with a sexy Sunday snippet. This week we have a yummy bit from Megan Slayer’s Her Sir.


There’s only one man for Andi—her Sir.

Andi McCarron knew the moment she met Sir’s gaze, he’d change her life forever. Despite other Doms wanting her as their sub, she only submits to him because he knows how to make her skin tingle. The pain delivered from his crop makes her spirit sing. She needs Sir but she wants more—except he’s not interested in taking the relationship outside of the club. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the one wielding the crop, won’t leave the club?

Dean Meyer craves his sweet sub, Andi. She fills his dreams and fantasies, but she wants a relationship. He’s not sure she can handle both his demons and secrets. Still, he can’t deny the attraction to her. When fate throws them together, he has to make a choice—give his sub what she needs or let her go for good.


“You control everything,” she blurted. Her cheeks reddened, and she bowed her head.

“Sorry. But you do.”

“Actually, you do. When we play, you’re the one in control. You say stop or slow, and I follow. I push you, but you tell me when you’re done. I’ll encourage you to stretch your boundaries, but only because I want to make you fly.” He pushed the cooling coffee to the side. “If you say no, then I respect your decision.”

“You expect me to kneel.” She flattened her palms on the table. “Like that last time.”

“I wanted to show off my beautiful woman. If you’d have said no before we left the private area, I would’ve stayed out of the main room.” He leveled his gaze at her. “I expect a partner. You were my best partner.” He hadn’t taught her very well if she thought she was second rate. When they played again—and they would be—he’d show her what he meant.

“You have one. A partner. I saw the demonstration,” she said. “You replaced me.”

“Slow down.” He hadn’t known she was at the club when he’d done the demonstration or he would’ve plucked her from the audience. “Which demo?”

“There’s more than one?”

“I don’t have a permanent sub, so I’m expected to do demonstrations for visitors, for the videos … for people who want to play the voyeur. That’s part of my job at the club.” Not his favorite part and he couldn’t wait to pass the torch to someone else, but he’d tell her that later. She managed to aggravate him like no other. He wanted to stretch her ass across his lap and spank the sass out of her. Then he wanted to kiss her until she collapsed. He wasn’t one to settle down, but she made him think twice. In her own way, she’d broken him.

“I thought we had something.” She turned her cup around. “Now I understand I was just another client.”

“I never said that. Never thought it,” he said. She’d been special from the start. He loved the way she felt in his arms, the way she moaned during a scene, the flicker in her eyes just before she came…

“Then why replace me? Why not tell me how you felt?” she asked. “Or have you come to this realization now that we’re not at the club?”

“First, I didn’t replace you. I don’t have any one sub I play with. The girls in the video are one and done. No sex, just demonstration and go. I haven’t found anyone who can fill your place. I’ve had a couple offers, but they aren’t you.” They shouldn’t be having this conversation in public, but she needed reassurance. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved


Her Sir is out now. Get your copy from Evernight Publishing,  Amazon, or hit the Universal link for other e-oulets.


Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan (and Wendi) and check out her Blog or Facebook Fan Page.

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