Who is Hephaestus?

Posted by: Tilly Greene

 Temple of Hephaestus and Ancient Agora in Athens, Greece

Let me back up.

The Olympians, took control from the Titans and have ruled from Mount Olympus ever sense.  They are twelve Greek gods and goddesses who do what they want, who they want to do it with, however they want to do it – no questions asked.   While the list shifts around depending on who is making it, the classical group remains: Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Hestia, Aphrodite, Apollo, Ares, Artemis, Athena, Hephaestus and Hermes. 

Hephaestus, God of the Forge, Master of FireAs a member of this exclusive group, Hephaestus has titles like God of the Forge, Master of Fire, but in reality, his sphere of influence is much wider.  He also oversees technology, blacksmiths, craftsmen, artisans and volcanoes.

Every day is physically demanding for Hephaestus and he has a seriously hot body to match, although it isn’t perfect.  He is lame and walks with a stick.  This happened from mistreatment by his mother when he was a baby, but he was able to get his revenge later on with a special throne he made. 

{Hmmm, special throne, could be this comes in to play in a different situation.}

Cast Iron Statue for 1904 St. Louis World FairAnyway, yes, he is absolutely sexy – in fact, my favorite picture of himself [because it showcases his buns of steel or iron in this case] is from a statue built for the 1904 World Fair in St. Louis.  It now resides in the Red Mountain, Birmingham, Alabama.

He isn’t all about work, there have been many women who have mattered to him in the past and as a result he has children, about twenty four.  However, this is the one area in his life that causes him problems.  Actually, the most difficult thing he has to deal with is his wife, Aphrodite.  She cheats on him with any pretty boy with a prick between his legs and he is fed up with the humiliation it causes him.  Since birth he has had to work hard for his peers respect and what she was doing went against this need of his.  Well, no more.  The time has arrived for him to do something about it and he has a plan. It’s going to be his way or he’ll walk away.

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Hephaestus Lays Down the Law by Tilly GreeneHephaestus Lays Down the Law is an erotic paranormal romance now available in eBook exclusively through All Romance eBooks [ARe].

The paperback, Love’s Immortal Pantheon Anthology, includes Hephaestus Lays Down the Law, is now available for pre-order from Amazon.

Please Welcome Guest Author Emily Bryan

Posted by: Ing



Author Bio: Award-winning author Emily Bryan learned much of what she knows about writing from singing. A classically trained soprano, she gleaned the elements of storytelling while performing operatic roles. She and her husband have lived in nine different states, but she now makes her home in the heart of New England. Emily is available for signings, readings and writing workshops. To schedule events or for more info, please visit www.emilybryan.com



Happy Chinese New Year!


Thank you, Wild On Books, for letting me guest blog on this auspicious day. I know this blog is primarily about books and I do have a new one coming out, VEXING THE VISCOUNT (February 24, Leisure Books), but since today is Chinese New Year, I thought I’d celebrate the day a bit.


As I understand it, one of the first things the Chinese do to celebrate the new year is to clean their houses thoroughly.


OK.  We’ll let that thought go.


The next way they usher in the new year is to placate the kitchen god with food.


Hmmm. I don’t have a kitchen god, but I do have a DH who’s been presented with plenty of burnt offerings over the years. Perhaps that counts.


As a romance author, I have to consider the possibilities of using food as seduction. You know, chocolate and strawberries, whipped cream teddies, oysters on the half-shell for stamina and all that sticky, sexy, yummy fun.  In VEXING THE VISCOUNT, my hero and heroine share a late night supper while she’s masquerading as a French courtesan. Eating together can be a very intimate, very sensual experience.   


But my DH is the practical sort.


If I want to show my husband I love him with food, I make meatloaf. It’s his favorite dish. Even if we go out to eat, no matter what fancy or exotic dishes are available, if there’s meatloaf on the menu, that’s what he’ll choose.


When you think about it, making meatloaf really is a type of seduction. By making meatloaf, it shows I’m paying attention to what he likes–the first rule of seduction. Then there’s the labor-intensive thing. Making meatloaf isn’t something I can just toss together at the last minute. I have to plan ahead and take the time to grind up the ingredients. It means I’ve been thinking about him. That’s always seductive. There’s no way to stir up meatloaf with a spoon. You have to smoosh it up with your hands. Very sensual.


Now meatloaf may not work for every man, but for my husband, nothing says lovin’ like a fresh meatloaf in the oven. It works every time it’s tried.


Hmmm. Wonder if there’s time to whip up a meatloaf tonight?


Here’s the recipe:

1 1/2 pounds of ground beef

1 large potato

1 carrot

1 onion (vidalia, if possible)

1 egg

1/2 cup of Heinz 57 sauce (or whatever ketchup type sauce you prefer)

4 ounces of grated cheese


Grate the potato, carrot and onion and mix with the rest of the ingredients in a large bowl, reserving half the cheese and sauce for later. Shape into a loaf and place in an ungreased baking pan. Spread the remaining sauce on top and sprinkle with the rest of the cheese. Bake for one hour at 350 degrees.


Serve while wearing a sexy nightie and let the meatloaf work its magic.


Think of me while you’re celebrating Chinese New Year!


And please think about checking out my newest release VEXING THE VISCOUNT! It’s a tale of deception, trickery, treasure-hunting, mistaken identity and general mischief. NightOwl Romance just named it a Reviewers Top Pick and The Huntress calls it a “wickedly fun read.”


Visit http://www.emilybryan.com to read an excerpt, learn more about what’s in a courtesan’s closet, what she might share in her private journal and what love and life was like in Roman Britain. While you’re there, sign up for my newsletter so you’ll know what I’m up to on a semi-regular basis. 


Thanks again, Wild On Books, for letting me visit with your readers. I’m giving away a signed copy of VEXING THE VISCOUNT to someone who leaves a comment or question. So drop me a quick note to be entered in my drawing and be sure to check back tomorrow to see if YOU are the winner!


VEXING THE VISCOUNT Buy Link: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Vexing-the-Viscount/Emily-Bryan/e/9780843961348/?itm=1



*************************************************************UPDATED CONTEST WINNER******************************************************

Sorry I’m so late at posting the winner today, ladies. My youngest daughter had an MRI this morning and I went to the hospital with her.

Since my DH was at work when it came time to choose the winner, I pressed my oldest daughter into service and had her pick a number between 1-16. #5, MARIE, you are the daily winner. Please send me your mailing info through the Contact page at http://www.emilybryan.com.

Thanks again, WildOnBooks, for having me here! You have a terrific site and I loved the way my cover looked against your chocolate background! I’ve got you bookmarked! But the blogtour marches on. Today I’ll be at http://theromancestudio.blogspot.com talking about Daisy Drake’s use of fashion to gently deceive Lucian Beaumont, our hero in http://www.emilybryan.com  VEXING THE VISCOUNTinto letting her help him find the Roman treasure he seeks. And you’ve guessed it! It’s all about . . . the SHOES!

Come on over and leave a comment or question. You’ll be entered in a daily drawing to win a signed copy of http://www.emilybryan.com VEXING THE VISCOUNT 

Hamish Buchanan Opens Up by Tilly Greene

Posted by: Tilly Greene
Highland Heat by Tilly Greene

Highland Heat by Tilly Greene

My name is Hamish Buchanan and everyone in my home country, Scotland, knows who I am, but they don’t really know me.  They see a man born under horrific and tragic circumstances who, with the love and support of his family, has managed to make something of himself.  They see a successful property developer who wants to revamp the old and make it viable today.  They see a man who dates stunning women, but hasn’t found the right one to settle down with.  That’s me, just not all of me. 

There are a few gossipmongers who have been running rampant with information about me and my love life for years.  I’m not entirely sure why they care what I do or who I do it with, but it’s time to put an end to their pursuits.  Up until recently, it’s been easy for me to ignore them, but my life is undergoing a change, and I want them gone.  Jennifer, the lovely hostess for Wild on Books, has opened the door to her blog and is allowing me this time to tell you all something that may ease some of the probing light they’ve lately been shining very brightly on me.  

First off, I think you should know that, in my heart and soul, I believe there is no place on earth as beautiful and peaceful as the Highlands.  I may spend time doing business in Edinburgh and London, but up here, amongst the lochs, hills and valleys, and crisp clean air, is where I prefer to put my head down at the end of each day.  There is something special about life up here.  It’s secluded when you want it to be, and bursting full of family and friends when you don’t.    

Now that you know how important my home is to me, you now get why the book about me was titled Highland Heat.  I know what you’re thinking.   Since the Highlands of Scotland are not exactly known for their hot weather, then what does the word Heat refer to?  

Me.  It’s referring to me.  

Most people who have household pets know these go into heat periodically, but so do I, only for me it’s more about finding a mate.  That’s right, I’m a man who walks upright on two legs, and also possesses some animal-like qualities.  These special parts of me have been there from the moment I was born.  I’ve managed to make it this far without anyone discovering that side of me, but not too long ago, everything was turned upside down.  One night while at a party at the Royal Albert Hall in London, a new aspect was revealed and threw me off balance.  I won’t go into the details, those are covered in the book, but trust me when I say it was a very enlightening evening.

 There you have it, my big secret.  I’m a bit of an animal.  If this teases your curiosity to know more, then my suggestion is to pick up a copy of Highland Heat.  I spoke in depth with the author Tilly Greene and am pleased that she has managed to tell my story, without invading too much of my privacy.  Please remember, I am a man with unique animal-like traits racing through me, but a man.  

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.  I’m sitting with Tilly Greene today and will be using her computer to answer any questions you have.

 I’ve enjoyed my time spent with you all today, it has been a pleasure.  

Hamish Buchanan 

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Getting Into Character

Posted by: Margay Leah Justice
Nora's Soul by Margay Leah Justice

Nora's Soul by Margay Leah Justice

I have a confession to make. I hear voices in my head. Now, under normal circumstances, this confession would make one question their sanity and perhaps lead to years of intensive therapy. But I left out an important part of the confession: I am a writer. The voices I hear in my head are those of the characters that live there, in the land of my imagination, toying with my gray matter until I finally tease them out and onto the page. And there is the secret, at least for me, of characterization. I have to be able to hear the voices before I can get a fix on the characters. 

As anyone who takes a pen to paper will tell you, characterization is an integral part of the story. You can have a mediocre plot, a tried and true plot, and yet still make it come alive with fascinating characters. Likewise, boring characters can sink a good plot. Just ask any reader what kept them enthralled in a book and more often than not they will give you a detailed description of…the characters. What do you remember most about Romeo and Juliet? The intricacies of the plot – or how passionate the lovers were for each other? What about the movie Titanic? What remains fixed in your mind, the fact that the ship sank after striking an iceberg or the ill-fated love affair between Jack and Rose? 

Characters define a story; they are the backbone of the plot. Everything that happens within the story depends upon the type of characters that populate it. So the writer owes it to the reader to give him or her characters they will not forget. Characters that will live within them long after the last page is read and the book is closed. Characters that make them want to revisit that book again and again. How? For me, it is the simple matter of feeling that way about the characters myself. After all, if I can’t feel passionate about my characters, how can I expect my readers to? And so I listen to my characters. 

For me, listening to the way they speak, the words they use, is an integral part of characterization. That is how I “get into” character. I playact in my mind. Visualize the character in a scene and play with her emotions. It helps to imagine a certain actress playing the character in a movie, to run the scene in my head like it’s a filmstrip. How does she sound? How does she stand? What does she look like when she’s angry? These are all key ingredients to characterization. You have to think of them as real people, full-bodied and well-developed. When you start wondering how your character would feel about a certain situation or how she would handle a certain crisis, then you have done your job. If you can write a line of dialogue and on a second pass realize that your character would never say that, or at least not in that way, then you’re totally in synch with your character and are one step closer to remaining true to them. 

At this point, you might be thinking that’s all well and good, but how do you get so in tune with your characters? Another good tool that I use, in addition to the filmstripping, is the character interview. This is a fun and cool exercise for the writer because we never know just what our characters are going to say until we ask the questions. As evidenced in an interview of one of my characters – Dante, from Nora’s Soul – when he was interviewed by Pat Bertram http://patbertram.wordpress.com/2008/10/10/pat-bertram-introduces-dante-the-hero-of-noras-soul-written-by-margay-leah-justice/. Suffice it to say that Dante’s true nature leapt right off the page from the moment of his introduction – and he didn’t let up once. Not only did this make for an interesting interview, it made the character more memorable. 

Why not try it for yourself? You just never know what you might learn when you open up your mind to the voices in your head. 

Margay Leah Justice is the author of Nora’s Soul, published by Second Wind Publishing, LLC. To learn more about the author, visit her website at http://margayleahjustice.com. Nora’s Soul is currently available at Amazon.com.


New reviews and interviews!

Posted by: Jennifer A. Ray

We have several new reviews for your enjoyment this week!  AND we have four new interviews!



Write What You Know?

Posted by: Starr Ambrose

It’s one of the first things they tell you about writing – write what you know.  Boy, did I ever break the rules!

My book, LIE TO ME, takes place in an exclusive neighborhood, and involves the lives of wealthy, powerful people.  People just like me!

Pause several minutes to ROFL.

I didn’t invent Bloomfield Hills, Michigan.  It exists, and is home to many rich and influential people, including some whose names you might recognize.  But I don’t live there.  I live a short drive away on a small farm outside of a little town.  I don’t drive a Mercedes, I drive a pickup truck.  And if I had a proper English butler like the one at the Westfield mansion, I wouldn’t know what to do with him – but I might start by having him clean horse stalls in the morning while I sleep in.

I also don’t know any Colombian drug runners or jewel thieves, but they’re part of my story.  So is a corporate executive, a sheriff, a society matron, and an ex-con.  Write what you know?  Not yet!

A good friend of mine wishes I would write a story about some of the crazy things I’ve done, like trapping and releasing the raccoons that raid my barn, or the hawk that strayed into my chicken coop.  Or hooking our huskies up to a dog sled and tearing down the snow-covered back roads.  But that’s my life, not my fantasy, and it’s harder for me to see the story potential in that.  So I’ll admit that I wrote about a life I haven’t lived and know little about – and neither did my heroine, which meant I could identify with how completely stunned she felt to be thrown into that world.  Combine that with some research and a lot of imagination, and presto, you’ve got Eleanore Coggins of Traverse City meeting the Payton-Westfields of Bloomfield Hills in a collision of culture, morals, and determined wills.  With some laughs and sex thrown in, of course, because what’s romance without laughter and sex, and what’s a story without a litte danger?  You might as well be cleaning stalls.  I do enough of that, thanks!

New reviews – December 8, 2008

Posted by: Jennifer A. Ray

We have a few reviews to kick off the last month of the year! We hope you enjoy these books as much as our team did.


Night Shift: The Jill Kismet Series, Book 1 by Lilith Saintcrow


In the Beginning: The Art of Genesis by Chuck Fischer


Black Point by A.J. Llewellyn, D.J. Manly


Only Pleasure: Bound Hearts, Book 10 by Lora Leigh


The Water Lovers of Sirilon by L.E. Bryce

Ask For It by Gail Faulkner


The Dragon Master: Dragon Series, Book 3 by Allyson James

Tall, Dark and Kilted: Highland Paranormal Series, Book 3 by Allie MacKay

Passion and Pleasure in London by Melody Thomas

Bond of Darkness: A Novel of Texas Vampires, Book 3 by Diane Whiteside

A Seduction at Christmas by Cathy Maxwell

There is a writer in all of us

Posted by: Yosha

I am fascinated by people who can actually figure out stories, write them down and get them published. I started to wonder – does everybody have a novel in them, and they just need to get it down on paper? Do I? I decided to test myself.

I wrote my own first novel and yes, I actually finished it. I gave it to friends to read, and they liked it. So far, so good!

Then I submitted it to a publisher. No guts, no glory, right? I got back a lukewarm response, but not a flat out no. The editor gave me some suggestions and said rewrite and resubmit.

Now I find myself staring at the words I wrote, and for the life of me, I can’t actually get new words down on the paper. They just won’t come out. I know published authors write and rewrite and rework, in order to get their books published, but I just can’t seem to do it.

So, what makes authors different from the rest of us? From me? What is the creative process going on in their head that lends itself to this process?

Do you have a story in your head? Have you ever tried to write it down? Have you tried to get it published?

I’d love to hear about your thoughts or experiences, whether you are an author or a reader.


Auction for a good cause – Jo Leigh

Posted by: Jennifer A. Ray

The writing community has banded together to help one of their own in need. A number of authors have donated services and books for auctions to help author Jo Leigh. For more information, check their website:

Take it Slow…

Posted by: Evangeline Anderson

Picture Perfect by Evangeline Anderson

Picture Perfect by Evangeline Anderson

Nothing turns me off a romance or erotica book faster than the writer jumping right into the sex before I even know the characters. You know, where it’s one sex scene after another from page one? I mean, I love a hot book and I love writing hot books but please, I at least want to understand the motivations and know the background of the people I am reading or writing about before they start going for it. To me jumping right into the sex, no matter how hot and naughty it is, without getting to know the characters first is no better than popping in a male-oriented porn movie. The kind where the pizza guy comes to the door but oops! the blonde with the fake boobs has no money to pay him and so has to get down and dirty on the living room rug to earn her extra large with anchovies. (Cue the bow-chicka-bow-bow music here.)



            See what I mean? Who wants to watch that (unless they have a penis of course.) What most women (myself included) seen to want is a slow, gradual progression that leads up to the final act. And that’s what I most love writing. The inevitable series of events that leads to the ultimate hot sex is important when writing an erotica book and if you skip to the end it’s just no fun. In other words, it’s not the destination, it’s the journey.

            Having said that, let me introduce you to the characters in my latest naughty novel, Picture Perfect. Melanie is an aspiring model who has the hots for her gorgeous and completely off-limits stepbrother, Kurt. She’s wanted him from the moment her mom said ‘I do’ to Kurt’s dad but she knows that if they get together her mom will probably disown her. So she and Kurt try to ignore the electricity between them and act like everything is normal…but of course it isn’t.

            At the beginning of the story, Mel had decided to take a job modeling for pictures in an exercise book. Kurt, playing the overprotective big stepbrother insists on coming along and winds up getting roped into doing the modeling shoot with her. Of course what neither of them know is that the ‘exercise book’ is actually about sexual exercise—specifically it’s a modern day Kama Sutra that tells the reader how many calories each, um, position burns off.

            Naughty, huh?

            Having put Mel and Kurt in this situation I could have made them have sex right away but where would be the fun in that? What I really enjoyed about writing this book was that I had both my characters in a very uncomfortable position and completely naked getting into sexual positions without actually having sex…yet.

            During the modeling shoot Kurt and Mel get closer and closer to the actual act until the explosive climax. Was it fun to write? Hell, yes—talk about mental masturbation…lol.  Will it be fun to read? I certainly hope so. Here’s an excerpt so you can see for yourself. If you’re interested, check it out here:


EXCERPT of Picture Perfect by Evangeline Anderson—Warning—Explicit!


“Okay, you two want to tell me what’s going on?” she asked, stalking over with the camera in one hand.

“What do you mean?” I asked innocently, although I was pretty sure I knew what she was going to say.

“Why are you” — she pointed at Kurt — “acting like she’s too hot to touch? And you–” She pointed at me. “Why are you playing little Miss Shy? And why are both of you as stiff as boards? I would expect this kind of reserve if the two of you didn’t know each other, but you’re a couple — you’ve been together for…how many years?”

“Five,” Kurt said before I could answer.

“Five years,” Lisa continued, pacing up and down in front of the bed where we were positioned. “I mean, you’ve probably fucked her this way lots of times before, am I right, Kurt?”

“Oh, uh, sure.” He coughed, and I could almost see his tan face turning red. “I’ve just never…never in front of a camera.”

“Well, that to the side, it’s obvious you two have chemistry. You want her, right? She turns you on?”

Kurt cleared his throat and I couldn’t help looking over my shoulder to see his reaction to Lisa’s matter-of-fact question. “Yes, I want her,” he said with a quiet intensity that made me shiver. “I want her so much it hurts.”

“And you, Melanie,” Lisa continued, looking at me. “Kurt is a good-looking guy, and it’s clear he knows how to treat you in the bedroom. Knows when to be gentle, when to be rough — am I right?”

I bit my lip and felt myself turning bright red in the face, but I forced myself to answer. “Kurt’s…ah, amazing in bed,” I murmured. “He always knows just how to touch me.” Now why had I added that last part? Was I crazy, throwing gasoline on the fire I could feel raging between myself and my stepbrother? But once the words were out, I couldn’t call them back. Lisa, apparently oblivious to the added tension she was causing, continued to lecture.

“There’s a lot of passion between you two — I can feel it just under the surface, waiting to get out. And I know this kind of posing is awkward — it’s hard to do sexual things, even things you’ve done with a lover for years — in front of the camera. But think of the readers — they want more than just to be educated, they want to be titillated. Turned on. And nothing is more titillating or sexier than seeing two people who really care about each other making love. Do you see?”

I nodded and Kurt said, “Uh, sure,” from behind me.

Lisa nodded vigorously. “Glad you agree. So, please, let me see a little of that sensuality break free. Really get into it. Mel, spread your legs more and arch your back, as if you were trying to get him deeper inside you. And, Kurt, lean over Mel and hold her, cup her breasts. Stroke her, caress her, let her feel how much you want her.” She lifted the camera again and began fiddling with the lens. Apparently the lecture was over — for now.

“Mel?” I heard Kurt whisper in my ear. “Is this okay with you?”

I watched as Lisa finished whatever she was doing with the camera and raised it to her eye. I knew this was our last chance. We were going to have to let go a little more, or we’d be out the door and she’d find two other models who weren’t quite so constrained around each other.

“Yes,” I breathed, spreading my thighs wider and arching my back. I could feel the tips of my long auburn hair trailing over my naked lower back, tickling my bare skin, and the cool cotton of the sheets beneath my hands and knees. But most of all I was hypersensitive to the feeling of Kurt’s hands on my body as he bent over me. There was something warm and wet in the center of my back and I realized that he’d kissed me. Then again and again — he was leaving a trail of kisses up my spine, his mouth hot against my shivering skin as his big hands slid slowly around to cup me.

I moaned when he gathered my breasts into his hands — I couldn’t help it. The feel of his rough, callused palms against my sensitive, aching nipples was almost too much. The moist, blunt probe of his cock brushed against my inner thighs, dangerously close to my open cunt, and for a moment I felt like a female animal in heat about to be mounted.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked in a low voice, and I shook my head, not sure I could trust myself to speak. God, it felt good to have him so close. I just wished I could have him a little bit closer. For the first time, I began to seriously consider doing the infamous “penetration shots” Lisa had talked so casually about. Then I pushed the thought away — Kurt was my brother, well, my stepbrother anyway. There was no way we ought to be doing what we were doing right now, even if it was only simulated, let alone taking things any further.

“Good, good, that’s excellent,” Lisa said, walking around us and clicking away with the camera, capturing the position from every possible angle. “Play with her nipples, Kurt — pinch them, twist them. Do whatever it is that you usually do to get her turned on.”

Kurt didn’t ask this time. I felt him grasp my sensitive peaks and tug gently at first and then more forcefully when I didn’t object. “God, Mel, your breasts are so beautiful,” he murmured in my ear as he touched me. “Haven’t been able to get them out of my mind since the time during that last vacation you walked in on me and you were topless.”

I could feel myself blushing with pleasure. So he had been thinking about me as much as I thought about him. I had figured as much considering the constant sexual tension between us, but it was nice to hear out loud that he found me desirable.

“You were more than topless — you were naked,” I pointed out breathlessly as he continued to play with my breasts.

“I was taking a shower,” he growled. “Tell the truth, did you walk in like that on purpose?”

I shook my head and gasped as he tugged at my aching peaks. “No, I swear. I didn’t hear you — I had water in my ears from swimming in the lake.”

“Too bad.” He kissed the side of my neck, a hard, openmouthed kiss that made me writhe with pleasure. “I kind of hoped you did.”

I couldn’t believe he’d admitted that. “I’ve thought about you too, since then,” I whispered breathlessly as he twisted my nipples, sending sparks of pure pleasure straight to my open pussy. God, I was throbbing with need, my clit like a second heartbeat between my legs. If only he would touch me there…

It was as if Lisa read my mind. “Okay now, this position is excellent for manual stimulation,” she said, still clicking. “So, Kurt, put one hand between Melanie’s legs and pretend you’re stroking her.”

One of Kurt’s large, warm hands left my breasts and began to travel slowly over my quivering stomach. I spread my thighs wider for him, hoping he would understand what I was trying to say, that he didn’t have to pretend anything if he didn’t want to. He was too much of a gentleman to take the hint, however, and I nearly moaned with frustration when he simply cupped my heated mound in his hand. But already Lisa was shaking her head.

“Not good enough,” she told him. “I need some action here — I know this is intimate, but I have to ask you to go as far as you can in order to get a realistic shot. Pretend you’re really making love and you want to make her come — spread her open and play with her a little. You don’t have to do finger penetration if you don’t want to, but it would certainly look better if you did,” she added, as if it was an afterthought.

“Mel?” Kurt was panting in my ear, his deep voice hoarse with need.

“Do it,” I whispered back. “You heard her; we have to get a good shot. Please, Kurt, don’t hold back. I need this to be good.” I didn’t know if I was talking about getting a good picture or about letting him finger me for the first time, but by that time I hardly cared. I arched my pelvis, angling my pussy into his hand, and moaned as I felt him part my swollen cunt lips with his big fingers. He stroked me gently, his blunt fingertips circling my throbbing clit before sliding lower.

“Is it all right to go inside you?” he asked, obviously still not wanting to do anything without my permission. “Can I finger your pussy, Mel? Do you want me to finger fuck your cunt?”

“God!” I moaned as he circled my entrance, waiting to hear my answer. I was sure he knew what his dirty words would do to me, that talking to me that way would make me hot enough to explode.

“Mel,” he murmured, sliding back up to stroke my clit again. “I need to know. I can’t do this without your permission — it wouldn’t be right.”

“Yes,” I whispered at last, when I could catch my breath. “Yes, Kurt, put…put your fingers inside me. Do it.”

Two long, strong fingers slid deeply into my cunt almost before the words were out of my mouth. I gasped helplessly as he pressed up into me, trying to find the end of my channel, testing my heat.

“God, Kurt!” I blurted as he fucked into me with his fingers. I couldn’t believe we were actually doing something so wrong and forbidden, something I had been wanting for ages even though I never let myself think about it or fantasize about it. Well, not much, anyway. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, and I was getting close…so close…

“All right, that’s very good. Glad you two have finally come around — those shots will look great in the preparation chapter.” Lisa’s voice interrupted my impending orgasm, and I looked up blindly to see her fiddling with the lens on her camera again. Suddenly, I realized what I had been doing — riding Kurt’s fingers to orgasm in front of a famous photographer and her crew, completely oblivious to how I must look. Not to mention oblivious to how wrong it was to spread my pussy and let my stepbrother finger my slippery, wet inner cunt in the first place.

I shuddered with shame as Kurt withdrew his fingers. He must have felt the same way I did because he murmured, “Sorry, Mel,” as he sat back and away from me. Without the heat from his big body surrounding me, I suddenly felt even more naked. I crossed my arms over my chest protectively and shivered.

“What’s next?” Kurt asked, his deep voice surly. I guessed that his guilt matched my own because when I stole a glance at him, he had his arms crossed over his muscular chest and he was frowning deeply.

“A few more poses and then a break,” Lisa promised. “For right now, twining position.”


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