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Welcome to my blog! I write sensual/erotic lesbian romances. I also dabble in poetry and have recently begun writing screenplays. I hope you enjoy your visit!
Showing posts with label New Jersey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Jersey. Show all posts

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Storm Update


I was fortunate to have come through Hurricane Sandy with no damage, but the devastation to the Jersey shore is unbelievable.   

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Vacation!


Hello Readers! 

I will be on vacation and not sure of Internet availability. Sizzling Sunday Excerpts will return on July 15.  I hope everyone is having a great summer! Stay happy and safe!

Kira

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Sizzling Sunday Excerpts The Silent Cry


A young woman fights to prove her innocence after being falsely charged with murder while trying to win the heart of the woman she loves.

Excerpt

J.C.'s fingers melted into her flesh, bringing back floods of memories of those fingers and hands roaming over every inch of her bare flesh. "We can't, J.C. That's over for us," she weakly replied. 

J.C. brushed her lips over Samantha's soft cheek, and then moved to her full lips. Samantha's body trembled, and a soft moan escaped her lips. "Just one more time." 

Samantha pushed her away. "No, J.C.," she said breathlessly. "We can't." 

"Why? You want it as much as I do, baby," she whispered as she continued to move her hands over Samantha's body. "I want you. Tell me that you want me just as much. I need to feel you next to me again...just this one night. Then it'll be over if that's what you really want. I promise." She lightly ran her fingertips over Samantha's breasts. 

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Sizzling Sunday Excerpts Zinna


As Zinna ambitiously pursues her artistic dreams in New Orleans, she wonders if it is worth the sacrifice if she has to give up the love of her life.

Excerpt

A warm sensation crept through Zinna's chest, then down to her genitals. She'd had this heated sensation before, and when the feelings became too intense, and she thought she would lose her mind, she would gently move her hand to her vagina and relieve her yearning. She should pull her hand away from Megan's, but she couldn't. A powerful urge much stronger than her usual sensibility overtook her mind. Her emotions were raw and on edge. She needed to know. Why had Megan tormented her with all these questions? What did Megan really want from her? What did she really want from Megan? She was terrified of what lay ahead tonight, but she had to take the risk. She leaned in closer. She felt Megan's sweet breath near her mouth. A tremor went through Megan's hand, or was it her own, or both? It felt like an electric current was surging through her veins. In a moment, she would totally suffocate. 

"What do you want from me?" she weakly whispered. 

Megan's voice was barely audible as she whispered back, "Nothing you haven't all ready figured out." 

Megan's mouth moved closer to her own. A soft moan escaped from her throat.

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Sunday, June 10, 2012

Sizzling Sunday Excerpts Best Friends


Callie Stone is a troubled teenager trying to come to terms with her feelings toward the same sex. Living in small town USA in the sixties, only adds to her confusion.

Excerpt

Katie grew quiet. Callie needed to know what she was thinking and how she was processing this new revelation about her. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Callie nervously looked at her. Katie was staring at her with a strange, haunted look in her eyes. Everything moved in slow motion and they were suspended in time. Katie moved closer and closer to her, their eyes locked together. Before she could grasp what was happening, Katie's soft and gentle lips were on hers. A warm awareness ignited her body and she swallowed hard as the blood rushed to her head.

Katie removed her lips and backed away. "Was it like that?" she whispered, her eyes searching Callie's.

Callie couldn't answer. Her voice was trapped in her throat. The kiss was too much to wish for and so unexpected that for a brief moment she thought that maybe she'd imagined it. If Katie only knew how long she'd wanted to be with her--to hold her, to kiss her lips. She looked into Katie's eyes, now seeing the unmasked fear of what she'd just exposed about herself.

Katie ran a shaky hand through her hair. "I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have done that." She moved away. "Please don't think. . . maybe I should go home." 

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Planning


I usually like to plan out my books and stories before writing them, but no matter how much planning I do, it never works out. When I finish a story and look over my original notes, about the only thing that has remained the same are the character names and locations.