Western Erotic Romance ~ Wolf's Tender by Gem Sivad

First ~~~ HOT OFF THE E-PRESSES ~~~
INTIMATE STRANGERS by Gem Sivad is a finalist for Best Western Romance 2009 at the 2010 EPPIE AWARDS.
Yay! Yippee! You go, cowgirl.
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It’s here, my cowboy lovin’ Big Cats, the second release by historical western romance author, Gem Sivad, from Liquid Silver Books.
Looks like that cad, Charlie Wolf, is about to be tamed by the last woman he ever thought could give him a proper ride.

Wolf’s Tender

Blurb:

Book One: in the Bounty Hunters series

Rough and tough Charlie Wolf McCallister knows he needs to get laid, when even a spinster school teacher with a sharp tongue, starts looking good to him. But, cad that he is, he operates on the philosophy that a bird in hand is better than no bird at all. And so he offers to trade service for—servicing.

When Naomi Parker's students are snatched from their school by marauding Comancheros, she can't believe that she hid like a coward and let it happen. The only way to ease her conscience, and get the girls home safely, is to hire half-Kiowa bounty hunter, Charlie Wolf McCallister. His price seems a bit steep, to prim and proper Naomi who must choose between her virtue and her students’ lives.

When one straight-laced spinster, tenders her body, to one cynical sometimes savage, the unexpected bounty, is love.
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R-EXCERPT FOR WOLF’S TENDER:

“You’ve been following me all over town.” The woman didn’t even deny it, leaning toward him instead, patiently waiting as he took her measure—thin face with brown hair skinned into a tight knot, straight teeth, and nose spattered with freckles across burned skin. Deep exotic cornflower-blue eyes met his.

Charlie’s gaze came back to the eyes for a second look.

“My name is Naomi Parker.” If it weren’t for the unusual shade of her eyes, Miss Naomi Parker would be written off as old-maid material. She was a tall, skinny female, past the first flush of maidenhood, with prim and proper written all over her.

Not being a prize himself, nor considered civilized, he rarely came in contact with females of social standing, but he recognized one now. He intended to run this one off as quick as possible and get on with his bath. Knowing what he did of her kind, he didn’t think it would take much.

She held out her hand and for a moment he wasn’t sure what she wanted. Then he realized she intended it as a greeting. He grabbed the extended limb and pulled hard, rolling her down his arm, and into his embrace before she realized she’d been captured.

He pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her like bands of steel, pulling her so close her chin brushed his bare chest. The contact sent a frisson of heat coursing through him which made no sense since her body was encased in iron, or at least something that felt like it.

“What the hell kind of contraption do you have on, Miss Parker?” His hands automatically fell to her hips, holding her against the swell of his erection, stealing a moment’s pleasure.

Accept for the slight mound of her breasts, she had the body of a fifteen year old boy—thin for his age—but a tall stripling. He noted all of this unconsciously, surprised that his cock had roused with fierce interest. Jesus, I need a woman.

His shirt and handkerchief were smashed between them. She tilted her head to glare at him as she struggled against his hold. Her hips moved in his hands and in her struggle, she accidentally rubbed against his arousal. She froze.

“Stupid to offer your hand to someone you don’t know,” he admonished her even as he blatantly rubbed his swollen flesh against her hip.

Her breasts that were, as near as he could tell, about the size of robin’s eggs, were nevertheless heaving, and she was pissed not scared, as he stared into eyes that had darkened. He wondered what color they would be when she came, and then flinched at the thought.

Jesus, all pussy’s the same in the dark. What the hell difference if she’s a dried up old prune. His cock demanded, Fuck her.

Old maid material or not, his cock was erect and urging him to make friends.

“You’re lucky you survived the raid. Think about that, instead of wallowing in guilt, and let the law take care of your friends.”

He had a cigar and the rest of a bottle of good whiskey waiting for him and minutes before he’d thought that was enough.

He’d meant to scare her away so he could climb into that tub of hot water while it still had some steam coming from it. Instead he had a woman wrapped in his arms and his body seemed determined to keep her. His cock said this woman could service him just fine—and she could do it now.

It was pleasing the way she fit up against him, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. His first assessment that she was skinny, gave way to new knowledge. She was a slender armful, her softness hidden under the iron casing she’d wrapped around her flesh. The thought of her long white legs sliding around his hips while he sank into her, filled his mind.

He let his thoughts play over the impossible possibilities for a second, before he let her go, allowing inches between them and dropping his hand that had been stroking her back.

“I’m planning on being in that tub of water in two minutes, naked as the day I was born, whether you get out of here or not.”

He released her abruptly, expecting her to hurry from the barn. Instead, she continued the connection between them, pressing her body against his, her unwavering blue eyes staring up at him. Her lips trembled for a moment, and then she repeated her request.

“I need your help.”
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You can hang out with Gem Sivad and her stable of sexy ranch hands at her webbie place ~ http://gemsivad.wordpress.com ~
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Come on by the HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog. Gem is the Guest Blogger ~ Why Read a Western? ~ a fascinating post that includes the use of honey in the Old West ~
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Authoress news and mews ~

CONGRATS to all the authors who are EPPIE finalists!!!
Nope, the Kougar didn’t enter.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 323 ~

Sylva couldn’t believe how utterly wonderful and savage Zeke’s strikes inside her felt. Not primitive, but long, devastatingly smooth and always plunging to her core. She panted in long gasps, her hands rapidly stroking his shoulders. “Oh, wicked, absolutely wicked.” Her own breathy purr surprised her. His dark brandy eyes locked on her face. “Wickedly beautiful.” His growl stormed through her, awakening more ecstasy. “Yes, ride me, cowboy.” For a moment, he captured her lips with a blazing kiss. “Count on it,” he rasped. His highhandedness turned her on more, even though she squirmed inside with the thought it shouldn’t.

Zeke lunged his cock deep inside his woman’s glove-tight, hot-as-fire hole. ‘Count on it,’ he chanted mentally. He knew he would do whatever it took to keep her this carnally spirited with him. The feel of her body beneath him, clinging like a determined bur, was driving him stud mad and he increased the pace of his thrusting shaft. Still, he concentrated on riding his Sylva, only as much as her sheath could endure now. She took his pumping cock, her passion rising to the heavens and incinerating him. With a keening whimper, she opened her body more to him.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 322 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through September 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~ GRATITUDE BLOGS COMING SOON!
Monday ~ Guest Blogger ~ Gem Sivad ~ Why Read a Western?
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THE PINK BLOG ~
Sunday ~ Chelle Cordero ~ Final Sin was selected as a 2009 Pushcart Nominee
And I am soooo excited I wanted to share the news.
Friday ~ Lindsay blogs ~ What's your tipple? “I love tea (well, I am English!). I drink lots of tea, especially when I'm writing.”
Thursday ~ A Horse with a heart: from Francesca Prescott
He was coming down the long side of the arena the first time I saw him.
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SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Friday ~ Serena blogs ~ Do you suffer from paraskevidekatriaphobia? “Psst...Did you get the evil eye today?”
Wednesday ~ Crystal blogs ~Hugs Needed ~ “I've just received some HORRIBLE news. Dollhouse has been cancelled.”
Tuesday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ Writing Werewolves and... so ferocious I paw the dirt...
Saturday ~ Paris blogs ~ Pay it Forward! ` “This has been an exciting, rewarding and crazy year!”
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story by the Kougar ~ Getting to Know the Moon ~ “Stunned to her core, Kallyn instinctively felt for the pouch of red diamonds. Oh no! Something was wrong? Had Aunt Cecily managed to corrupt them? The pouch felt liquidy or gel-like.” ~ RomanticSynonymous ~
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Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~

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No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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ALSO! *Private* contracts with the vaccine suppliers require that any deaths or injuries not be reported. Plus, all the vaccine companies are immune from being sued for injuries and death due to their vaccines.
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Have a Wonderful Thanksgiving...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Tender, yet bold kisses from the Kougar...

X-Flashes, Bound by Extreme Pleasure

Cover art by the celebrated Max Ginsberg

Today, my Naughty Sexy Kittens, Jolie Caine, erotic romance author, hosted Flash Fiction Sunday at the Liquid Silver Sex blog. Her theme was seduction and bondage. Take a peek if that’s the kind of sexual heat you deliciously enjoy.

For a tasty treat, one the Kougar thoroughly and sensually rolled in ~ here’s
a scene from Wolf’s Tender, a story by Gem Sivad, author of INTIMATE STRANGERS. Naomi and Charlie, the heroine and hero, are bound by silence.

With eight sets of ears listening, there wasn’t much canoodling to be done, but Charlie turned so that he lay on his good leg, and brought her back against his chest and her rump against his groin.

They lay like that, spooning into each other’s body, one muscle at a time relaxing until there was nothing between them but clothing. His cock was rigid, her rump moved restlessly. Her breath hitched and held when he slid his hands under the hem of his buckskin shirt and took ownership of her breasts.

It wasn’t his imagination when her hips pressed back and her ass rubbed his ever growing erection. He pinched her nipples and felt her jerk and then thrust her flesh into his hands.

He buried his face in her hair to keep from groaning aloud. She pressed backward, deliberately grinding against his need. His hand snaked under the waist band of the pants she wore and cupped her mound.

She didn’t try to keep him from touching her. Her body remembered last time and her legs parted letting his fingers relearn the soft petals of her womanhood. He kept one hand on her breast, continuing to knead that luscious mound, tweaking the nipple, pulling and rotating until he could feel her shudders.

But she remained totally silent—unwilling to give voice to her passion lest she wake her students and it end.
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The Kougar’s OtherWorld X-rated Flash ~

Utterly naked, I stand outside the cave-like tavern on the asteroid world of Cydez. I am bound like the other six women, who are also pet slaves. My wrists are comfortably behind my back, cuffed by wide soft leather. My nipples protrude, swollen buds captured by thin tight platinum rings. My breasts are also held captive by the fine shimmer of chain attached to the rings. The chain is taut, hooked to the railing above my head. It pulls my nipples into an ache that is sheer erotic pleasure. Wet with need, I await my master. He has business inside.

Women are not allowed inside this tavern. I feel Drok’s constant watch over me. For, I am positioned to his ready eye. There is little to do but swim in the bountiful raw sensations cascading over my flesh, to bask in the tiny motes of ecstasy that claim my mound and my nether lips. Still, I notice the races of the other women around me, as I can see them in my periphery vision. Most of them live inside the same carnal rapture. Drok strides toward me, his business finished. I don’t look upon the standing thickness of his cock.

It is his eyes that will tell me. They gleam magnificently through the oily light of dusk on this small outer-rim world. Shades of purple and azure blue cut through the dimness and I know. His large rough hands take possession of my flanks. He handles me in that way that makes me desperately want to surrender. At the same time, I want to defy him for what he arrogantly thinks belongs only to him. With his thumbs he spreads the flesh of my inner thighs enough for his ridged enormous cock to probe my folds. He strikes upwards powerfully.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues....

Part 162 ~

Sylva’s first reaction was anger. Whirling before her cowboy, she demanded, “Sweetening a woman’s disposition?” His hands instantly spanned her waist and he lifted her so they were face to face. “Cherries, here, are known to nourish a female’s reproductive system. A wife is more lusty in her husband’s bed.” Sylva blinked, not entirely certain where to go with that. She certainly didn’t object to being ‘lusty’. She wanted the passion other men had denied her...still... “Sylva, I want to make love with you often. The healthier you are, the more we’ll enjoy each other as husband and wife.”

Zeke searched his beloved woman’s eyes for anything that would tell him how to handle her. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “I... it’s so different here. Please, I’d like to taste the Cherry Rootbeer.” Zeke gently settled his darling little spitfire on the floor. “Sylva, if you don’t like the taste I’ll find something you do like. I promise.” Sweeping up the frosty glass, he presented it to her. “I await your decision, my bride.” She gave him a nervous smile, took the glass and tasted a small sip. She sipped again, savoring. “Okay, you win, handsome. This is too scrumptious.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 160 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Friday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ Romantic Paranormal Radio
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ The Romance of Prince Zrejovv
Monday ~ Linda Blanche blogs ~ I love libraries
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THE PINK BLOG ~
CLASSIC REVIVAL ROMANCE, a Carnival, going on now.
POETRY WEEK COMING UP! Near the end of June.
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SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Saturday ~ Paris blogged on the shifting obstacles to shapeshifter love.
Friday ~ Serena ~ How do your fave shapeshifters find their Mate?
Wednesday ~ Crystal regales us with a clone tale she's considering.
Tuesday ~ The Kougar - There’s a New Bull in Town
Monday ~ Francesca blogs about her latest release, a medieval erotic romance.
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ RomanticSynonmous ~
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Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~

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No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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Have a Happy Summer...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Strange storm smooch from the Kougar...