Monday (er… Tuesday) Movie Rundown

It turns out I’m more of a movie buff than I thought. For the what… third or fourth weekend in a row… I’ve taken in more than a couple of movies. Shrug. I write while I’m ‘watching’. More often than not, I’m not looking at THAT screen. Grin.
So I ended up watching X-Men Apocalypse. James McAvoy. Enough said. But seriously and my (one of many) man obsessions aside, there were an awful lot of plot holes. Still, it was good entertainment. We got to see sh!t blow up. It was worth it.
Also saw David and Bathsheba. Still not sure how I feel about Susan Hayward as an actress, but Gregory Peck… with scruff… Holy hotness batman!
I saw Ghost Rider, too. Yanno… I thought I’d hate it. Thought I’d laugh. Eva Mendes didn’t really work for me, but it was like she played an angry caricature. The graphics were a little stale, but it’s an almost 10 yr old movie. Nicholas Cage was silly, but I kind of expected it. I liked Wes Bentley. The man plays deranged scary very well. And Sam Elliott. How can you not like him?
Because I can’t not watch it… X-Men: First Class. Yep, again. James McAvoy and the interplay between him and Michael Fassbender. Very much worth it. Yum!
Lastly… Prince Valiant. This one had a young Robert Wagner and Janet Leigh. The haircut they had on Robert Wagner distracted me. Too silly. I’m sure it had something to do with the time period, but it was just… fake. Oh well.
Maybe I can find another Tyrone Power movie to watch… Hmm…
What’s on the agenda for this weekend? Burnt with Bradley Cooper, and Maleficent with Angelina Jolie. Yep. Eventually I’ll get that movie seen. 🙂
Suggestions always welcome. I’ve put many of the ones before on hold at the library. I’m also dying to see Hail Caesar! If you’ve seen it and liked it or not, let me know.

Out Now ~ You Have Me by Megan Slayer

Want a hot read for a chilly night? Then try You Have Me by Megan Slayer. It’s re-edited and revised!

Length:Novella MS_YouHaveMe


Series: Battle Scarred

Genre: BDSM & Fetish, Fantasy & Paranormal

Cover Artist: Mina Carter

When the rest of the world crumbles and fails, you have me. 
 Kynan Laing gave up his mortal soul to the will of the Sources, the ancient beings in charge of the universe. With the sensual grace and speed in his vampire form, he serves in his role as a Protector for the Supernatural world. But the impending war between the Supers and Hunters is heating up. The woman he’s charged to protect is all grown up and the perfect submissive partner he wants. Can he keep his heart under wraps while keeping her safe?

Alexa Mercury doesn’t know why she’s supposed to trust the vampire, but she does. Even when she pushed him away, Kynan watches over her. She craves him like no other and wants to submit body and soul to him, even if he is a Supernatural creature of the night. When circumstances beyond her control force them together, Lexa will have to decide whether to offer her heart to the vampire or risk her very soul.

Note:You Have Me was previously released by another publisher and has been revised and reedited in this version.
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Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week 18 AKA Week 1 of the Post Season


The song remains the same…the Bengals blew it in prime time. I’m not going to dissect the game, but I do have issues with it. Oh well. There’s always next year. 

*Note to Andy Dalton – don’t try to make tackles. It’s not a good outcome.

*Note to Vontaze Burfict – we love your passion, but keep your head about you. Use that passion on the field, not the other players.

*Note to Marvin Lewis – I haven’t given up faith on you or the Bengals. It will happen. I feel it.

*Note to opposing team coaches – please stay off the field and keep your hands to yourself. I understand you’re caught up in the game, but you’re not doing anyone any favors by getting on the field, by hair pulling or acting out. Same goes for the Bengal coaches. 

Okay, so now that I’ve gotten those notes off my chest…here are the Honorable Mention quotes – because that’s what we’re here for and they’re funny.

“They spread it out.”

Don’t want to come too early and not have enough for later.

“Bangs it through.”

He’s making sure he makes the play.

“Second leading receiver.”

When the first just isn’t good enough…go for the second. 

“Gonna sneak it in.”

Because that’s how we roll! But remember to play responsibly.


Now onto those Quotes of the Week. The post season already started, so there aren’t many weeks left. Use ’em while we’ve got ’em! 

“One hand under and sorta pancake it.”

Hmm…unless that’s the preferred method, I’m not sure this will work.

“Trying to squeeze it in.”

Maybe after the pancaking, that’s how they plan to do the squeezing. Or someone gets off on the pain… Who knows.

“big bodied receivers.”

Better than three on one in the slot–unless that’s what’s prefered.

“I didn’t think that ball was out yet.”

If he’s been pancaked, squeezed and the big bodies involved, then I’d assume it’s out.


Now for the Doozy of the Week. Woooweee….

“Deep and hard inside.”

If you’re going to go for it, then deep and hard is the best way to be inside. 

Thanks for reading and checking out my thoughts on the games. I’ve got release news and cover art to post this week, so stay tuned!!



Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0

Smut in the City with Tamsin Flowers


First off, I want to say a huge thank you to Wendi for inviting me onto her blog – it’s always a pleasure to visit other writer’s blogs and I hope she’ll soon make a return visit to mine.

Wendi and I both have stories in Smut in the City, a fabulous anthology brought together by Victoria Blisse and Luce Felthouse – and as you might have guessed, all the stories have an urban theme. Wendi’s story takes place in Cleveland in a sleek apartment overlooking the city. Mine is practically the opposite: the action takes place in London, below the streets in the London underground system.

Most Londoners would admit to a love-hate relationship with the Tube, as it’s affectionately known. It can speed you round the city in moments when the streets are a tangle of traffic jams. But rush hour on the Underground? It can be hell. Hot trains crowded with bodies, no chance of a seat, no air conditioning, and then you get stuck in a tunnel…

My story, however, takes place late at night when the trains are virtually empty. My heroine takes up the challenge, set by her friend, of finding and seducing someone during one lap of the Circle Line. So if you’re feeling a little fed up with your daily commute to work and furious with the New Year fare increases, read the excerpt below for a different take on London’s transport system. It’s not perfect but it can be fun if you let it…

Excerpt from Underground Encounter

As the train pulled out of the station, the boy’s eyes locked mine in a lingering gaze. I ran my tongue around the edge of my lips; those brown eyes were making me hungry. I’d found my target and from the way he was looking at me, I had a feeling that maybe things would work out. If he didn’t try and get out at the next stop…

His eyes slid down to the V-shape made by the collar of my coat, to the tiny crack of cleavage it showed. Self-consciously I put a hand to my neck, pulling at one side of the collar as I scratched an imaginary itch on my shoulder. His stare was unremitting, his eyes two limpid brown pools that were starting to play havoc with my breathing. I slowly looked away but my heart carried on pounding, almost loud enough for me to hear, and it was more than I could do to avert my eyes for long. His wide mouth, even unsmiling, drew my gaze back to his face.

Suddenly he leant forward with his elbows on his knees.

‘What’s your name?’ he asked softly.

His breath smelt pleasantly of alcohol and as I spoke I could see his tongue was stained dark from drinking red wine.

I leant forwards too, letting my coat fall open. His eyes dropped down to my breasts, sculpted to perfection in a black lace bustier Tina had leant me.

I put a finger across my lips.


He nodded and swooped across to sit in the seat next to mine. Our eyes locked and I could feel sexual tension thickening the air between us. I looked around our end of the carriage: an elderly couple were sitting a few seats away from us and beyond them a pale, thin man, with receding hair, even though he didn’t look very old. None of them seemed to be taking any notice of us.

I put my hand on the boy’s thigh and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. His lips were moist and a sheen of sweat made his forehead glisten. Deep in my pussy a familiar flutter told me what was expected of me: I had to get part of this boy inside part of me. Soon.

The train stopped sharply and the doors opened.

A middle-aged woman with short grey hair got on and came and sat in the seat opposite us, the one my boy had just vacated.

I decided not to take any notice of her; after all, that was the whole point of the challenge, to see how far you could get in a public railway carriage. But as the train pulled away, the boy gave her a nervous glance. I wondered how old he was, even though it was something I wouldn’t ask in a million years.

To calm his nerves and my own, I let my hand slip further up his thigh, towards his groin, and at the same time I leaned across and kissed him softly on the lips. His hand immediately went to my shoulder to keep me there as he prolonged the kiss. His mouth encircled mine and I then felt his tongue gently, slowly, probing, inching its way between my lips. I felt a surge of heat between my legs and as I applied pressure to his warm thigh I heard a small, low groan deep in his throat. My tongue met his briefly and then I let my teeth catch his lower lip. His hand slipped from my shoulder to my rib cage, applying the gentlest of pressure through my coat to the side of my breast.

A loud, wholly unrealistic coughing from across the carriage distracted me from what I was doing and I felt the boy’s muscles go tense under my hand. I looked around to find the woman opposite glaring at me with a look of utter disdain.

Smut in the City would make a fantastic gift for yourself or a friend and is available from:

Amazon UK

Amazon US

As a naughty girl on a journey of self-discovery as an erotic writer, Tamsin Flowers is as keen to entertain her readers as she is to explore every aspect of female (and male) erotica. Hoping to touch you on your most erotic zones, she writes light-hearted stories that are sexy and fun, perfect for reading on your own or with someone in whom you have more than a passing interest… She is currently working on a menage-a-trois trilogy about vampires, as well as keeping her hands busy with plenty of short stories and blog posts.

Find out more about Tamsin at

Where to purchase Smut in the City?, http:/

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Monday Moans ~ Miss Me Baby

arekmalang / 123RF Stock Photo

I love my Ghost Explorers and the subsequent story, Miss Me Baby. The book came out in October. Missed it? Want a taste test? Why not? Grin. Here’s a little bit from Miss Me Baby.

Miss Me Baby


Contemporary, Paranormal

M/F, spanking


Available here
Say you’ll haunt me, since I’ll never stop loving you.

Felicity Black never quite understood love. She worked her assets to get what she wanted and didn’t care who got in the way. Until she met John. He saw past her superficial self to the woman inside. Death separated her from John before she could tell him how she truly felt. Now she’s got her chance…just not in the way she expected.

John wanted Felicity to haunt him. She had been the only woman to stir not only his heart but his soul as well. But the woman claiming to be his lost love can’t be her… Felicity was dead. He has to decide whether to trust his gut or walk away from a new start.

Can a second chance at a first impression lead to love or a lifetime of heartbreak?

Reader Advisory: This story contains an out-of-body experience, voyeurism, spanking, rough sex, masturbation, and a chance for love to strike twice.

“You’re wearing too much now, Sweets.”

Felicity snapped her fingers. The thin tank and jeans she’d been wearing disappeared, leaving her in nothing but a thong. “You were saying?”

John yanked her tight against him and raked his nails down her chest. Felicity shivered and leaned into his touch. She moved his palm to her breast.

“Pinch it.”

John rolled her nipple between his index finger and thumb. Felicity moaned and caressed the bulge in his pants. She rolled her hips and shifted her damp pussy over his thigh. “John, fuck me.” She clenched her teeth and tilted her head back. “So good. Harder. Mark me. Fuck.”

Holy hell. If she kept up grinding on him and talking dirty, he’d come in his pants. He glanced around the space they were in. Four walls and a bed. Perfect…if he had any idea where the room was located. He mentally shrugged and walked to the bed with her in his arms.

“Lay down.”

Felicity gave him a sideways smile and dipped her head once as she sat down on the edge of the mattress. John grabbed the thin band of elastic on her thong and pulled. The flimsy fabric gave way, leaving her bare. Felicity cupped her breasts and opened her legs.

“Beautiful.” He worked the button on his pants. Seeing her glistening pussy and smelling the sweet scent of her arousal got to him every time. He struggled with the zipper. “Fuck.”

Monday Moans!

arekmalang / 123RF Stock PhotoSince it’s the last of the year, I thought I’d share a story I love that I haven’t talked about in a while. Somewhere I Belong. I’d love to find a Sully of my own. Grin. Enjoy this sexy snippet!

Now for that Moan!

“I’m not looking for love.” Marley shoved her hands into her back pockets. Her breasts arched towards him. “I’m running away at a full sprint.”

“That’s when love finds you, when you aren’t ready.” He traced the neckline of her T-shirt. Sully cupped her breast, flicking his thumb over the beaded tip.

She slapped her hand through the air and backed away. “Save the syrupy stuff for one of your power ballads. I’m sitting this one out.”

“I’ll put in all the schmaltz I can, if the song’s written for you.” He grabbed the waistband of her shorts and tugged her flush against his body. Her mewl turned him inside out.

She stared at his shirt a moment before gazing into his eyes. “Hey, I’m not perfect or beautiful, and I speak my mind, I’m not the kind of woman—”

Sully gave into temptation and dipped down to taste her, silencing further explanation. Marley whimpered, thumping her fists against his chest. After a moment of hesitation, she opened to him, twining their tongues. He wrapped his arms around her body, cradling her, learning her curves. “You need time, but you make it hard for me to behave.” He broke the kiss and tangled his hands in her hair. “I want you.”

“Sully, this—us—can’t happen.” She panted and fisted his shirt. Her cheeks glowed a pinkish hue. “I won’t let it.”

He willed his breathing to slow to normal. She churned him up in too many delicious ways to count, and he wasn’t about to let her get away so quickly. “I’m not the same man I was when I left. Please don’t push me away like I pushed you.”

Marley nibbled the inside of her cheek and toyed with the hem of her shirt. She cast her gaze downward. “My past isn’t rosy either. To use your words, I don’t know how to explain it.”

Sully smoothed his hand over her cheek, tilting her head to meet her gaze. “I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”