Hot in Handcuffs...blog hop contest! Wax Kink and 80s rockers!

Hot in Handcuffs

Giveaway Blog Hop 
Hosted by Under the Covers

Blog hop runs from 12:01 AM October 10th through to 11:59 PM October 15th, 2012.

EDITED TO ADD __ CONTEST IS OVER! WINNER IS ASHLEY!

"Do you like a little ménage a trois or perhaps some spanking to go with your bondage? Perhaps you prefer some guy on guy action or even some role-playing... Whatever your kink is, we want to celebrate it! The HOT IN HANDCUFFS blog hop is open to all bloggers and authors who want to get down and dirty UNDER THE COVERS!

This blog hop is specifically for smutty books, so if you enjoy some steam in your fiction, then this is hop for you!"

CONTEST

win digital copy--format winners choice--of Rock You Like A Hurricane, my 80s rock romance set in Australia with Siren Bookstrand. details at the end of the post.

Rock You Like A Hurricane, Sirenic #1

80s rock romance set in Australia

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[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, public exhibition, wax play]

It's 1989 and Ryker Conall, American rock star and heartbreaker, is looking all kinds of Bon Jovi hot. He’s back in Australia and staying in the exclusive Darling Harbour Hotel where Sadie Fox works. His plans include more than rocking it down under. He also wants to rekindle what he had with Sadie back in ‘85. But wanting and getting are two different things.

sss10

Don't forget to check in with the rest of the Six Sentence fuN! To take part yourself, please visit the link to find instructions on how to get your six sentences added to next weeks list :)

This week's six is from 80s rock book #2

Love in an Elevator

Be warned...I've not edited anything from this weeks six. It's completely raw, and straight from my warped mind. I am aware there is an issue with the sentence that starts with 'It's only', but I'm not going back to edit until the story is finished, or I'll never finish. Hope you enjoy it...hit play on the You Tube Video!

Incase you haven't got your speakers plugging up, or you don't want to watch the video, here's the six sentences...

“A service elevator, huh? Then I guess I should service you.” The man swept the hair from his face. It was Angel, f*ing Angel, the drummer from Sirenic.

It was only hours ago that she was waving her bra at this dude.

Shit, breath, girl. “Going...down?” he laughed, and raised an eyebrow at her.

sss9 - I just died in your arms

Happy Sunday, all. It's that time again, time to share six sentences from our works in progress, finished manuscripts or published works. I'm looking forward to seeing which snippets you all picked!

I have selected a snippet from my 80s Rock novella again -- (not yet published) Thanks for al the comments from previous weeks, I truly appreciate all the feedback and honest critiques!

And, I know you're all like really busy with Six Sunday, but I'd really appreciate it if you could spare two seconds to vote for my video that is up for a Covey! Thanks, the voting poll is up on the left hand side of this link and my video is #15

This little scene doesn't need to much lead up to it, I think it explains its self. So, without further a do...

Rock You Like A Hurricane (#1 Sirenic Series)

Ghetto Blaster cue: I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight by Cutting Crew.

“Do what? What am I doing to you, Sadie?”

“You’re… you’re…breaking me.” She sobbed.

He smiled, his Elvis lip-lift tempting her toward a kiss...and a whole lot more. “I’m fixing you, actually.

Check out Six Sunday for more Six Sentence snippets, and for further information.

SSS2 Squished Rock Star

Thanks to everyone who commented on my Six Sentence Sunday post last week, the feedback was really appreciated!

And, here's this weeks edition :) which I've titled, Squished Rock Star. It's from Rock You Like A Hurricane, my retro romance which is in revisions. The snippet follows on, almost, where we left off from last weeks Six Sunday; Sadie is still being pursued by infamous Rocker and frontman for Sirenic, a hairband rock group.

“I’ll suffocate to death if you leave me out here, or lose the clothes off my back.” Sounds of pushing and shoving leaked through the fragile door, and bodyguards yammered for back-up through their walky-talkies. Trouble was stirring, and Sadie didn't want her photo splashed across the tabloids; Sirenic fans were crazy, they'd be out for her blood.

“Okay, okay. Keep your knickers on. I don’t fancy having to explain to the police why there’s a naked, squished rock star outside my office.

For those new to Six Sunday, why not pop on over to see what the other authors taking part in Six Sunday have posted this week, and how to take part yourself -- fantastic stuff!