May 30, 2014

Give and Take at Friday Flames

Welcome to Friday Flames! 

My guest has a HOT-off-the-press New Adult romance!

Yeah! Bring it on!!

Please welcome Alisa Anderson and her latest release: 
Give & Take.

Blurb:  Young, talented, ambitious. Wild.

Three friends, who struggled for fortune and fame, have finally found themselves thrust into mega-stardom.

What is right if there is no wrong…

For Ty, Lena and Danny, they're about to find out as they cross the boundaries from all things safe to an arena testing love, friendship and loyalty. An arena that's forbidden, taboo…and oh so tempting.

They’re riding hard and fast in a world where sex, money, love and rock & roll are all a game of give & receive, where any wish can be granted if you just ask...

Open, honest and raw, this is a rare glimpse of what happens behind the fortune and the fame, beyond the limelight, past the adulation and acclaim. the real.

“You know, if I had any sense, which we’ve clearly seen I don’t, I would hang up the phone and pretend none of this ever happened.”
She shook her head regretfully.
“And yet and still, as we speak, my fingers continue to stroke an absolutely swollen clit.”
“Jesus,” Ty muttered, biting back an oath, realizing he was still stroking himself as well. Sweat glistened on his forehead as his hand moved up and down his engorged cock with smooth, practiced strokes. Slow and measured at first, then faster and more rapidly, the feeling so intense he couldn’t help moaning out loud. He rocked his hips, feeling the rise of sperm in his shaft, ready to burst at any moment. He heard a small noise on the phone and knew it was her. Trying to resist giving in.
“Come with me, Lena.”
“No.” Yet her fingers continued moving, unhurried and restrained as she fought for control.
“Your mouth is so warm…so wet. Take it all, baby…suck it. Just like that. I’m spilling pre-come all over my hands, Lena. It’s all for you. I wish you were here to lick it off. Why are you fighting this?”
“I’m not listening.” Her breath caught, fingers still continuing to have a mind of their own as they slid in between the walls of her pussy, caressing her clit, sliding over the slick folds of her walls.
Traitorous sluts, her fingers. Every blasted one of the little monsters.
Couldn’t trust them worth a damn. They did whatever they wanted.
“Yes, you are. And you’re getting yourself wet with the thought of me pushing my cock into your mouth. Sucking it off for me. Tasting my come. Knowing you’re responsible for getting me this way. You’re enjoying the control and you should, love. I know from experience. It’s a heady trip, isn’t it?”
He heard her breathing increase in pace over the phone.
“Would it be so wrong to admit, just this once, I turn you on? That this, whatever it is, gets you off?” Ty’s voice strained as he struggled to manage his emotions. If he could wait a little bit longer, he knew it would be big.
He knew she was also ready to break soon, and wanted to be there with her.
Every step of the way.
Fine. You turn me on. This. Turns me on. Ridiculously. Satisfied?” Lena felt her nipples hardening through her shirt, feeling them under her palm. She twisted her left nipple, painfully, maliciously, whimpering out loud. Not enough.
Like an itch she couldn’t scratch, her fingers, her hands…weren’t enough.
She needed him.
“Tell me what you taste like. Tell me now.”
Her voice was a whisper…sexy personified, sultry, as she pinched her clit, shivering at the light sting.
“Salty…sweet, slightly bitter. Just like you said. How did you know?”
Lena gave a dark, husky laugh full of promise. It made his balls draw up and tighten as his cock continued to pulse, throbbing under his tutelage.
“I’m that good.”
“Modest too.”
She had to take a breath before she answered.
Liquid heat ran down her thighs as she caught another breath before answering.
“Oh come now, love. Modesty is for people who can’t deliver the goods. And we both know that’s not true, don’t we?” She savored the exquisite torture of her fingers, now thoroughly wet and buried inside her pussy.
“It’s too bad you’re not here with me, Ty.” Lena’s voice was breathy as she stroked her clit with increased rhythm. Wild with need now, she was beyond caring about anything but how she felt, how gloriously, amazingly wanton she was.
“Do you know what I would do if you were? I would straddle you between my breasts. Sliding that big, thick cock up and down, getting slick with all that come. Lapping up every bit of spill from your thighs and your chest. Making my nipples slippery with your come. Rubbing myself all over you. And then…are you still with me, gorgeous? I would sink down on top of that hard stick of yours and take you inside. I’m so tight, Ty. Can you feel how tight I am?”
“Sweet fuck you are tight. It’s like I almost can’t fit.”
“I’ve done my pussy push-ups, Ty. So glad you noticed.”
“Pussy push-ups? Oh god. I can’t. Ahahaha…Please stop.” Ty’s laughter sounded gravelly and painful, as he struggled not to pass out. Only she could make him laugh at the same time he wanted to fuck her into oblivion. She would find every live wire on him triggered to detonate at her slightest touch. She really would be that fucking good.
Damn her infuriating ass, straight to hell.
She thought she had this all under control, didn’t she?
Clearly, he needed to shake some things up again.
Ty managed to zip his pants up and grinned to himself, opening the car door and glancing around. He made sure no one saw him running up the steps to her front door, grabbing the spare and unlocking her front door. He let himself in.


She started stroking herself, faster, harder, pinching her clit just a little, her breathing ragged. “Oh shit…” Lena murmured, and began to pant. “Get me off, Ty. I need you.”
She didn’t even hear him approach. “I would be glad to.” 
Lena screamed out loud.

Authors’ Bio:

Alisa Anderson
well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

but alas...apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)

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May 23, 2014

Dream Home with Friday Flames!

Friday Flames welcomes back James DiBenedetto!

J.J. (James) DiBenedetto was born in Yonkers, New York. He attended Case Western Reserve University, where as his classmates can attest, he was a complete nerd. Very little has changed since then.

He currently lives in Arlington, Virginia with his beautiful wife and their cat (who has thoroughly trained them both). When he's not writing, James works in the direct marketing field, enjoys the opera, photography and the New York Giants, among other interests.

The "Dreams" series is James' first published work..

About the Dream Series
What if you could see everyone else’s dreams?  That’s the question Sara has to wrestle with in the Dream Series.  We first meet her as a shy, bookish college student who doesn’t think there’s anything extraordinary about herself.  And then the dreams start…

Over the course of the series, Sara learns to live with these supernatural dreams and all the trouble they plunge her into.  At the same time, she grows from a student to a practicing doctor; and from a single girl to a wife and mother.  But every time she thinks she’s got everything figured out, life – and her extraordinary dreams – teach her that she’s always got more to learn…


Brian sits down on the bed – I didn’t even notice him letting go of my hand and getting up.  But he’s back now, and he’s – gently, but very insistently – pushing me down.  I let him, and now I’m lying down, head on my pillow again, and he’s leaning down towards me.  “Sara, everything is fine.  Everyone is safe.  You’re safe.”  He comes closer, until his lips are just an inch or two from mine, and then he kisses me.  At first it’s gentle, our lips barely brushing together, but then he sinks down atop me, his body covering mine, and everything disappears except his touch.

Sometime later, he pulls back, just a few inches, and I feel his hand on my belly, then lower, until it’s inside my pajama bottoms – inside my panties.  I gasp, and with his other hand, he puts a finger to my lips.  “You need – you need this.  Matty’s in his room, he’s asleep.  The door is locked, and we have twenty minutes before the alarm goes off. Let me help you…”

He keeps that finger pressed to my lips, keeps his eyes locked on mine, not wavering, not even blinking, as his other hand does its work.  My breath becomes shorter, my heart races – I thought I needed to relax, but Brian is right.  He’s always right.  He’s – oh, God! 

My arms are wrapped tightly around him, hanging on to him for dear life.  It’s taking all my willpower not to cry out, to shout my head off.  If I did – oh! Oh! – if I let it out now, I’d shatter every window in the house.  He’s still – his touch is like – it’s – I can’t stand it!  I – I – I can’t keep quiet, I can’t – I need…

…I can’t move.  I – that was – I don’t even know how to describe it.  I’m drained, completely drained.  I can barely turn my head to look at the clock.  5:59 AM.  The last thing he said to me, the last thing I heard before I lost control and tried to scream the house down, was that we had twenty minutes. 
That makes the last nineteen minutes the most intense nineteen minutes I’ve experienced in a long time.  I smile weakly up at Brian.  He smiles back, even though I was the one who got all the attention, and all the benefits.  The only things he has to show for it are bite marks on his left hand, from keeping me quiet; and scratches on his sides, from where I was hanging on so tightly to him, my nails – short as they are - clawing into him.  And he obviously doesn’t care in the slightest.  

“Feel better?”


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May 9, 2014

Lady's Destiny Blog Tour

I'm giving a warm welcome to AR Von who has visited the Flames before. She has a new book that's just been released! Take a look:

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A Unique Magical, Erotic Novel.

When dreams haunt you in the most delicious ways and fate pulls you into destiny’s path, what can be done other than to accept and submit to it.

Can Iria truly get what she’s always dreamed of or will it always just remain a memory? Being a rare creature such as her with exceptional beauty and rarity of existence should be enough. Though, all she wants is her desire, her destiny… To be with a man—one man.

Are these dreams she’s having real? Could she really take on human form and become a Lady to be with the man she craves?

Dezso discovers a magical creature—a being of incredible light and peace. He is drawn to it again and again, and his feelings grow with every encounter. He carries a dark secret that he wishes never existed. The only thing that truly brings light upon his existence is the beauty that warms his heart but seems to only exist in his head—with dreams and visions of a magical woman, full of heartwarming light.

Will he ever know true love and happiness? Will he ever be able to lighten the weight and share his dark secret with another...?

Darkness is growing stronger, weakening the light and killing off what makes the world a beautiful place to live in. Enter a world of fantasy and dreams, passions and temptations. A world where dragons, unicorns, magic and mermaids really do exist. A world where love WILL conquer all!

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Excerpt #1
My nipples harden almost painfully from the brush of his hands and the fabric against my human skin. Without realizing it, I let out a moan.

He stops pulling down the fabric and looks at me questionably.

I do not know his question. But I know my answer will be yes.

He tilts his head slightly and moves closer to my face.

I feel his breath on my lips. It smells like that furred fruit my family likes so much. The kiwi. I want to taste him so very badly. I lick my lips and clumsily close the space between us. I want to swallow him, consume him until we are a permanent part of each other.

Dezso lets out a groan and gives me what I want. All the while, he is caressing my back with the most wonderful of touches.

I move my hands down his back and grip his rump, pulling him as close as I possibly can against my body. Oh my, what a delight! So firm, it is like a perfect peach ready for picking. Yet, squeezable like something that can be molded into a shape. I stay, with my hands kneading his flesh, as his hands slow move lower to my rear.

I feel wetness between my legs and let out a gasp of pleasure, feeling an undeniable need to move that area closer to him. There is a hardness between his legs and I know EXACTLY what it is. I want to touch it, taste it, and see if it is just like in my dreams. I slowly pull away from his lips and ease my way to kneeling position.

He looks at me, panting. Desire consumes his eyes.

I wonder if mine are the same, I think to myself, as I pull at the material that covers what I crave.
He grabs my hands and gently pulls me to my feet. “Not here, my Lady…”

Excerpt #2

It has been three days since the attack by Than and Cassiel. Iria and I have been training hard. Harder than ever before. There is drastic improvement showing in her skill. She is not even close to being done with training. That will take months, maybe even years to learn all that is possible. But she is progressing quite fast!

My Uncle has been by our sides more than ever, offering his help, knowledge, and guidance to both Iria and myself. He now knows of Iria’s secret and has sworn to take the secret to his grave and beyond. He says he knew there was something different…special about her but did not want to pry. He said he figured if it was meant for him to know, it will be revealed to him. Iria and I, are both truly grateful to have him at our side and for the assistance, he is giving to us. “Iria do not take it easy on the old man. Take him down!

She chuckles and ducks a punch from my Uncle Dillon with ease. Rapidly gaining her feet and swiping his legs from below him. “Eat dirt evil doer!” She jumps up in triumph and laughs at my Uncle’s confounded expression.

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A.R. was born and raised in Bronx, NY and is the oldest daughter of two girls. She holds an Associate’s Degree in Computer Science and Information Technology, which was only briefly used. She’s a mother of two entertaining teen boys (as well as a lovely fawn Chihuahua, whom she considers her furry daughter.) She’s also a wife to a delightfully handsome and amazingly funny man-beast. She loves anything dragon and fantasy related. In her free time, she enjoys exercising, writing, listening to music, hiking, cooking, dancing, and reading. She also loves a great adventure in and out of a book!

She writes to free her mind of its constant wondering and clutter. She thrives on the fact she can share some of it with readers that have the same passion for a great story.
She also loves to hear from her reader’s and chat away, so feel free to reach out to her any time.
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May 7, 2014

Liza O'Connor - Climbing Out Of Hell

Since Trent chooses the GW Bridge to fake his suicide, I thought you might like to know what my research came up with.

Interesting facts about the George Washington Bridge

When originally built in 1931, it was called Hudson River Bridge, but they soon decided it was too grand for such a boring name and gave it a more memorable one.
Over 53 million people cross the GWbridge in a year (in cars, on bikes or on foot)

Originally the towers were to be encased with concrete and granite, but reviewers loved the bare steel beams, so they left them bare.  Had this not been the case, I doubt they could have gained permission to add the second level of traffic beneath the top, due to weight issues on the structure. Having two layers of vehicle traffic makes the GW Bridge the only suspension bridge with 14 lanes of traffic. 8 lanes on top and 6 in the lower deck.

Now to the facts that would have helped Trent create a better plan to fake his suicide:

GW Bridge gets more suicides than all the other NYC bridges combined
The bridge has a pedestrian & bike path, which is open from 6 am to midnight.

Cameras and patrol officers monitor the pedestrian walkway.

There is NO netting to prevent jumpers. If you can get over the fence, you can leap to your death.

The bridge stands 604 feet above the water. At that height, if you jump, the water surface will feel like concrete, even for an experienced diver. Death is a near certainty. 

I suppose if a speed boat happened to pass over your impact site just before you, in a proper diving position, hit the water you could survive, since the boat would aerate the water, removing its concrete quality at impact. But generally speaking, if you jump off the bridge, expect to live 6.5 seconds then splatter on concrete water.

If you stand before the rail and relive all the reasons why you intend to jump off the bridge, you will mostly likely be secured by the police and taken to a psyche ward where hopefully you’ll discover how to want to live.

There are NO LOITTERING signs everywhere, and if you stop to enjoy the beautiful view for too long, a patrol officer will question your purpose and advise you to move on. If you look sad or distracted, you will probably be led off the bridge and questioned further.

In 2013, there were 15 suicides and 49 interventions. That means your chance of successfully jumping over the inconsequential barrier is less than 28% because either you aren’t able to lift your body weight over the railing or you fail to act quickly. This is not a good suicide bridge for the weak, the overweight, the short, or the procrastinator.

Your chance of dying if you manage to get over the rail and jump is 99.9999999%.
Trent’s original plan to fake his death, was:

1)    At 3 a.m., on a moonless night, drive a limo onto the bridge-sounds simple, but he had to learn how to drive to do this.

2)    Leave his car in the far left lane, cross to the pedestrian walkway (there’s a concrete barrier, but you can climb over it) and wait until someone sees him staring down at the water- Bad idea. Stopping the car on the bridge will get securities attention at once.

3)    Sneak off bridge to NJ side- There is no sneaking. The bridge has lots of cameras. He’ll be upgraded from jumper to terrorist when he leaves his car in the middle of the bridge and walks to NJ.

4)    Flag a taxi on the Fort Lee side. – First of all, he’ll be arrested long before he reaches the Fort Lee side. But secondly, taxis do not lurk about the CLOSED and LOCKED pedestrian paths at 3 am hoping for passengers. That’s not how taxi’s work in NJ.

No wonder Detective Pascal called this the stupidest plan ever.

So he made some changes.
1)    He tells Trent the location of a camera dead spot, so he can park there making it impossible for him to be seen on any cameras.

2)    Trent then throws his shoes and wallet into the water, wraps his shirt around a rock and tosses it over. (He forgets to check for boats passing beneath, but thankfully there weren’t any.)

3)    The moment Trent parks his car and climbs over to the pedestrian side, Pascal, following behind him, puts on his lights and stops. He locates the barefooted, shirtless Trent, and stuffs him inside his trunk, then grabs a search light and checks out the pedestrian path for the benefit of the cameras further away. Finally, he calls in a possible jumper.

4)    Once his partner shows up to take over, he drives off, claiming he has a higher priority case.

5)    He conveys Trent (still in his trunk) to a closed airport where a plane is waiting for him.

Without the assistance of Detective Pascal, who hates Trent, the fake suicide would have never worked.

Why would he help a man he hates?

Because Mars saved his life in Iraq and he did this for Mars. He puts his career on the line to help the jerk fake his suicide. He’s not happy about it, but Mars called his debt, so he did it.

So we owe the fabulous new ‘Trevor Campbell’ to Mars. Otherwise, old Trent would be in prison, and I don’t think that would have made him nearly as fabulous as Trevor is.

So let’s discover more about the NEW Trevor Campbell (AKA Trent Lancaster)…

Climbing Out of Hell
Book 4 of the series
A Long Road to Love
Romantic Comedy

Billionaire Trent Lancaster has destroyed his relationship with the only woman who ever loved him. Now we discover the full truth of what happened. 
He actually had reasons for his behaviors.
Still, there is no going back. Trent has lost Carrie forever, but he would rather die than marry Coco, so he does just that. Trent gives away most of his possessions, fakes his death, and starts over with a new face and a better attitude in a small town in Iowa where his half-brother Sam is sheriff.
Losing his true love has fundamentally broken Trent to his core. His only chance for happiness is to become the better man Carrie had always seen inside him.
True change is not easy. Can Trent grow up and become a man we can love?

Sam burst into the kitchen, frowned at Trent, then focused on Dani. “Leroy is at it again. I thought you said you were going to hide the damn thing?”

“I did. But there aren’t many places one can hide an AK-47 rifle.”

“Well, you hid it worth shit because it’s raining lead again at the downtown square!”

She gripped her head as if it might explode.

“What’s the problem?” Trent asked.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Iowa passed a law allowing blind people to carry guns in public. So her grandfather, who is blind as a bat, sits on a bench in the square and shoots his AK into the trees.”

“What’s he trying to shoot?”

“Pigeons,” Sam and Dani answered at once. She glared him into silence and continued her reply. “He likes pigeon soup. A Pakistani doctor told him it would prevent strokes.”

“Well, he’s giving me a stroke,” Sam snapped. “You have to make him stop!”

“I’ve talked to him until I’m blue in the face. He won’t listen to me. Most of the time he thinks I’m three-years old. Who listens to a three-year-old?” She threw her hands up in frustration and turned back to the grill.

Trent didn’t care for the way Sam pushed Dani. Grandparents were impossible to boss around…at least his had been. “Why don’t you talk to him?’

Sam released a hurricane of air. “Because the mayor told me to stay away from him, since he is not breaking any laws, and any attempt on my part could result in a lawsuit against the town.” He eyed Trent. “You should talk to him.”

“Sam, Trevor’s been in town an hour. You know Gramps doesn’t trust people right off.”

“Neither do you, yet here he sits, like an old friend, watching you cook him dinner.”

She rescued the burgers off the grill, slapped them both on buns, and shoved one at Sam. “This is your hamburger. Trevor is holding out for braised lamb.”

“Point still stands. Look, I think he can do the job. I intended to hit him with a ticket but he was so nice I sent him to you instead. He’s a likable guy. Let’s send him out and see if he can stop this madness.”


“Then I’m shutting this bar down for safety violations.”

She stared at him in shock. “What violations?”

“Don’t worry. Mr. Olsen will find something. He owes me big time after last night’s poker game.”

Trent stood up. “Sam, you’re digging yourself into a hole. Your initial solution was excellent, and frankly I’m honored you think so well of me. I’ll go talk to him right now. Just tell me how to get to Pigeonville.”

Sam grinned and slapped him on the back as he led him out of the kitchen. “Way to man up. Seriously, I’ll owe you one if you can get the gun away from Leroy and bury it six feet under.”

Trent just hoped being a nice guy didn’t get him buried six feet under as well.

Just Released May 1, 2014
Book Four of the series:
A Long Road to Love
Climbing out of Hell

Other books in the A Long Road to Love series
Book One
Worst Week Ever
“Love this book and couldn't stop laughing from beginning to end.” 5 stars – Alves - Amazon

Book Two
Oh Stupid Heart
“Be warned though, this book is completely different from The Worst Week Ever. Yes, there is still humor, dry wit, situations that you would think...NOT AGAIN but this one humanizes Trent more.” 5 stars - Brian’s Mom – Amazon

Book Three
Coming to Reason
Once again, Ms. O’Connor has written a brilliant book about the complexities of relationships, good and bad. Again, to me, the book is the best break up book EVER and it left my heart singing in the end. Best.Book.Ever…

Other Books by Liza O’Connor

Liza O’Connor
Author Bio:
Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.


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