Wednesday, February 22, 2017

SnowFlower's Bear... oldie but a goodie....

SnowFlower's Bear
by Marteeka Karland

“Relax, my beauties.” The man raised his hands as if he meant them no harm. “I only wish to repay your kindness.” He grinned. “Though I confess it would be as much to my advantage as yours. Two beautiful women to pleasure isn’t something I run across every day.”

Rose relaxed and found Snow’s hand with hers. The other woman still quivered slightly, but Rose thought it might be more in anticipation than fear. The man was almost as large in his human form as he was in his bear form.

He stood before them, naked. His pelt of snow white fur pooled around his feet on the floor. Powerful thighs were dusted lightly with hair and, jutting proudly between them, his cock stood fully erect and pulsed from time to time as they looked him over. He was a prime male specimen, all muscled and covered in a light layer of curly hair. There seemed to be nothing soft about him. Muscle and sinew played under deeply tanned skin, and veins roped his body with his intense musculature. He was, in a word, huge. Perfectly man enough to take on two horny female Faeries.

“Perhaps we could enjoy you for the evening.” Rose stood her ground, raising her chin proudly. “But I’ll have your name first, Bear.”

“I am called Balen,” he replied without hesitation. “And I am at your command for this one evening. You may use me in any way you wish, my beauties.”

Rose grinned and wrapped her arm around Snow, bringing the lithe winter Faerie’s body against hers once more. “Then you will, indeed, pleasure us both, Balen, but we want honesty. If you don’t enjoy yourself, don’t say you do.”

Balen grinned a slow, sexy grin. “As you wish, my lady.”

Rose noticed Snow staring in fascination at Balen’s cock. The winter Faerie turned her head to the side and leaned closer. “Can I touch it?” She didn’t wait, but sank to her knees and reached for Balen’s member with tentative fingers.

“Explore to your heart’s content, little one.” Balen’s response was a low growl. Not threatening. More like he just really enjoyed what Snow was doing to his cock. Who could blame him? Rose knew how good Snow’s silky fingers felt on her skin. She imagined Balen was feeling the same thing and in a very sensitive area.

After several moments, Balen groaned and let his head fall back slightly, closing his eyes. “Ah, little Snow. I see you’re very curious indeed. One might think you’d never seen a man before.”

“Seen, yes,” Snow replied absently, her full attention obviously on his cock and not him. “Just never this close. Never really wanted to. May I taste you?” Balen opened his mouth -- probably to give his assent -- just as Snow stuck out her tongue and licked a long, slow path from his balls to the tip of his dick.

Balen let out a slow breath, and Rose did the same. She’d never watched Snow with anyone else, much less a man. As far as Rose knew, Snow had never been with a man, and she’d never confessed to wanting to be with one. Today, however, she was obviously enjoying herself thoroughly.

Snow licked the sides and around the head of him several times. Soon, Balen’s cock glistened with her saliva. The thick mushroom tip turned a dark purple the longer she explored. She didn’t take him into her mouth -- Rose wasn’t altogether sure he’d fit -- but her little pink tongue darted out to lick all of him. No part of his private area was left untouched by her mouth.

For her part, Rose simply crossed her arms and watched. A faint flush stained Snow’s chest, neck and cheeks, a strong indication of how turned on she was. If that wasn’t enough, a trickle of moisture leaked from her cunt and down one thigh. Snow slipped one hand between her legs and caught the drop with her fingertips. Looking curiously at her wet fingers, Snow smeared the fluid onto Balen’s cock.

Balen grunted, his teeth clenching as well as his fists. His muscles flexed and became more pronounced with the effort. He was really a huge man… brought almost to his knees by a woman as small as little Snow and her curiosity.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing, Snow?” Rose couldn’t resist teasing her lover.

Snow looked over her shoulder. “Is it that obvious?” She looked up at Balen then back to Rose and shrugged. “He doesn’t seem to mind. Looks kinda like you did the first time I tongued your pussy.”

Rose snorted. “Yeah. Wanna know why?”

“I do not hear him complaining. Don’t remember you complaining either.”

“He looks like that ‘cause when you get curious, you explore until you find out what makes us tick. You tend to drive us crazy -- I think you enjoy our discomfort just a tad too much.”

“I have no idea what you mean.” She looked straight at Rose as she stuck out her tongue and slowly licked a trail where her fingers had smeared her own juice on Balen’s cock. “I simply want to know everything I can to be an effective lover.”


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Tasty Tuesday - Pineapple Upside-Down Cake

4 eggs
1/2 cup butter
1 cup packed light brown sugar
1 (20 ounce) can sliced pineapple
10 maraschino cherries, halved
1 cup sifted cake flour

1 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup white sugar
1 tablespoon butter, melted
1 teaspoon almond extract
Preheat oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C).

In a 10-inch heavy skillet with a heat-resistant handle (I use a cast iron skillet), melt 1/2 cup butter over very low heat. Remove from heat, and sprinkle brown sugar evenly over pan. Arrange pineapple slices to cover bottom of skillet. Distribute cherries around pineapple; set aside.

Sift together flour, baking powder, and salt.

Separate the eggs into two bowls. In a large bowl, beat egg whites just until soft peaks form. Add granulated sugar gradually, beating well after each addition. Beat until medium-stiff peaks form. In a small bowl, beat egg yolks at high speed until very thick and yellow. With a wire whisk or rubber scraper, using an over-and-under motion, gently fold egg yolks and flour mixture into whites until blended. Fold in 1 tablespoon melted butter or margarine and almond extract. Spread batter evenly over pineapple in skillet.

Bake until surface springs back when gently pressed with fingertip and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean, about 30 to 35 minutes. Loosen the edges of the cake with table knife. Cool the cake for 5 minutes before inverting onto serving plate.

Printed From 2/19/2017

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Hump Day with the Carvers!

"Too fast," she managed to whimper. "Oh, God, what are you doing to me?"
There had never been this kind of need inside her. Amanda thought she die if she didn't get him naked so she could explore to her heart's content. She had fought her nature since being with Scott. They'd fooled around, but never to the point of losing control. With this man, with Rafe, Amanda lost control the second he touched her. There was no hope of getting her sanity back now. Not until he'd eased this fire inside her.
"Same thing you're doing to me," he growled. "Don't fight me."
"Does it look like I'm fighting?" Amanda clawed at his shirt, needing to get to skin, needing to touch him. To explore. To tempt. Whether she wanted to tempt him or herself, she had no idea. But she knew this was happening. She was going to take what Rafe offered and enjoy the day in his arms.
"I need your shirt off," he gasped. "Now. Or I'm ripping it off."
With a little squeak of frustration, Amanda managed to get the scoop neck unbuttoned and the shirt over her head without sending buttons flying. While she did so Rafe whipped his shirt over his head revealing the most exquisite chest she'd ever seen. Glorious pecs above a hefty six pack tapered to narrow hips where his jeans were low slung, revealing part of that Adonis belt she wanted to follow with her mouth. To Amanda, it felt like years of pent up lust was suddenly released like a geyser. Once released, there was no putting it back.
She unwound her legs from Rafe's hips. Unsteady fingers went to the waist of his pants, fumbling for the button. What her fingers were too shaky to unfasten, her adrenaline fueled strength ripped off. The button went flying but Amanda was able to push the material down his hips along with his underwear. Rafe gave a hoarse yell as his erection sprang free, pointing straight at Amanda.
Eagerly, she sank to her knees, sinking her mouth around his length without hesitation. He was big. Thick. She could barely take half of him, but what she lacked in ability, she made up for with enthusiasm.
"Holy fuck!" Rafe swore viciously. "Holy fuck!"
"Mmmm," she responded. If she could have grinned around him, she would have. Looking up at him, she gripped his hips and urged him to move as he needed to.
Rafe gasped before gripping her hair in both fists. Amanda thought he intended to push her away, but with a violent shudder, his eyes closing tightly for a few seconds, he held her to him instead. When he didn't move, Amanda tried to take more of him into her mouth.
"Christ, Amanda! Don't fucking move!" He sounded in pain. "I'm about to fucking come."
That made her whimper and her sex clench. She wanted to make him come. Needed it. She had needs too, but this was almost a compulsion. It was as if her entire being was focused on this on act. Rafe's pleasure. Nothing would stop her from this.
With a brutal yell, Rafe pulled her back, the pain in her scalp only fueling her lust. "No!" He pulled her to her feet, yanked her jeans down her thighs with her lacy panties. Amanda quickly stepped out of both her pants and flat pumps so that she was as naked as he was.
Before she could fully appreciate the situation, Rafe had wedged his shoulders between her thighs and buried his face in her sex.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Tasty Tuesday!


  • 1 slice bacon
  • 1 teaspoon melted butter

  • 1 egg
  • 1/4 slice Cheddar cheese


  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
  2. Place bacon in a large, deep skillet. Cook over medium high heat until evenly brown, but still flexible. Wrap bacon slice around the inside of a muffin cup. Place a teaspoon of butter (or bacon grease) in the bottom of muffin cup. Drop in egg.
  3. Bake in preheated oven for 10 to 15 minutes. Place 1/4 slice of cheese over egg, and continue cooking until cheese is melted and egg is cooked.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Tasty Tuesday with Kate Hill

Easy & Filling Vegetarian Soup

1 32 ounce box vegetarian broth
1 15 ounce can black beans, drained
Elbow macaroni, cooked and drained. Use as much or as little as you want.

Mix all ingredients in a large pan and heat to a simmer. Serve alone or sprinkle with grated cheese. Enjoy.

No, the werewolves in Fangs and Fists: Bolt aren't vegetarian, but I hope you enjoy this excerpt!

Fangs and Fists: Bolt
by Kate Hill
Erotic Paranormal Romance

Bolt gently grasped her chin to tilt her face toward his. "Kiara, are you with me on this?"

"Yeah. I suppose any chance is better than none."

"We still have time before Zari comes for us. In the meantime, we should act like everything is normal, in case they're watching."

A faint smile tugged at Kiara's lips. "In that case."

She kissed him. Pressing close to his hard body, she grasped his firm bottom and thrust her tongue between his pliant lips. Groaning, he wrapped his arms around her and thrust his tongue against hers.

When the kiss broke, he smiled slightly, his eyes dark with passion. "This is what you want?"

"It might be the last thing we do and if it is, I want my final happy moments here in your arms."

About Kate
A vegetarian New Englander, fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, a short erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels.

When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, spending time with her family and pets and running the Compelling Beasts Blog, dedicated to antagonists, antiheroes and paranormal creatures. She also writes under the name Saloni Quinby.


Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Hump Day HUMP -- Men of Honor: Rafe... A Carver Family Romance


Men of Honor: Rafe

A Carver Family Romance


Just as she'd poised to take the lid off the rest of her coffee and throw it at Scott, she spotted Rafe emerging from the fog. An avenging angel. Her angel.
Arms open wide, Rafe strode toward her in long, ground eating strides. His tall, imposing frame was a welcomed sight indeed. "Amanda! I should have known you'd migrate toward the caffeine." He never broke stride, just walked up to her and too her in his big, strong arms, swinging her around so that he was between her and Scott. Just as Scott stepped to the side to keep her in his line of sight, Rafe pressed his mouth to hers.
She was so shocked, all she could do was cling to his broad, muscular shoulders. The kiss seemed to brand her, body and soul. The simple act of pressing his lips to hers became anything but simple. When he licked the seam of her lips, she parted for him, letting his tongue delve into her mouth at will. Sensations swamped Amanda. Dizziness swept her up, feeling much like the alcohol of the night before. Which was when she realized she was hyperventilating.
When she pushed at Rafe's shoulders, he ended the kiss, setting her on her feet, but not letting her step away from his body. "I missed you, baby," he said in a low, seductive voice. "Come back with me. I'll take you home later."
"Rafe?" She needed to look up at him. Even knowing he'd done this for Scott's benefit, she still needed to see in his eyes that he hadn't been affected by that kiss. Shame and mortification filled her, but she couldn't resist the magnetic pull of his gaze. With a deep breath for courage, she looked up into his eyes. Heat blazed so hot it nearly scorched her to the bones. Was that all an act too?"
"Excuse me," Scott stepped closer, reaching for Amanda's arm. Rafe smoothly pulled her under his shoulder, keeping a protective arm around her. "Do you want to explain why you're kissing my girlfriend?"
Rafe only grinned down at the shorter man. "She might have been your girlfriend at the beginning of the night last night, but she's my woman now." Rafe raised his chin a little, as if he were proud of the fact he'd just stated. "We both saw you with your other 'girlfriend' last night." He made the term "girlfriend" sound childish and beneath him. Probably because Scott had used the term to describe Amanda. "Necking in the wings? That's a bit...amateurish, don't you think?"
Wow. The man already had Scott figured out. If anything could push his buttons, being called an amature would.
"You better watch your mouth, buddy! I might give you a surprise or two."
Scott loved to taunt her with how he'd earned a black belt in Karate. Claimed he could hold his own in a fight and knew ways of hurting people she'd never even dreamed about. Amanda had the feeling Rafe could handle anything Scott wanted to dish out. As if on cue, Rafe urged her gently behind him to free up his hands. Now, he lost his easy going demeanor and faced Scott with an expression so dark and menacing, her ex actually took a step backwards before he could stop himself.
"Let's get a couple things straight. You want no part of me. You might think you do, but I guarantee you that you don't. Second, Amanda is mine. I protect what's mine."
God, she loved hearing that! Maybe it was Rafe's larger than life appearance. Maybe it was their kiss moments ago. Amanda had no idea which, but she wanted this man for herself. Sure, he'd royally pissed her off, but he'd also done everything in his power afterward to make her as comfortable as possible. Now, her mind and heart had latched onto him, imprinting his persona on her very being so that she knew no other man would ever do for her.
Fuck. This wasn't good.