My Big Apple
Hello Fellow Readers & Writers--
Thanks for stopping by today!
As a new author with Amber Quill Press, I thought I’d share a bit about who I am and ‘where I’m coming from,’ as a writer.
Most of my material, so far, has been generated from my previous existence spent living in the great urban palace on the isle of Manhattan.
For the most part, I was tantalized by New York City. I found its ceaseless throng of people and the constant activity stimulating.
My favorite expression used to be: “I live in Manhattan—I’ve seen it all!” Of course, as soon as I’d say that, some outrageous exhibition of shocking behavior would then prompt me to say: “And I thought I’d seen it all!” With so many people gathered from such diverse walks of life from all parts of the world, I’d observe extreme behavior (often bizarre!) with amazing regularity.
For those of us who get a kick out of people watching, the city is a hotbed of activity that never disappoints. Something crazy, funny, wonderful or weird is always cooking in that town!
I currently draw most of my characters and the worlds they inhabit from my urban life. I filed away lots of the fascinating, untypical behavior I took part in, witnessed, or was told about by other city-dwellers. I must have sensed I’d be using them for creative endeavors in the future, and was building up reserves.
While most of my characters are urban-based, they actually represent people from all over America who share similar dreams and life goals. After all, lots of folks who live in Manhattan and the surrounding burrows come from someplace else, leaving behind the familiarity of their comfort zones. This daring bunch has risked moving to the Big Apple for a shot at manifesting their hearts’ desires. Some of them succeed, and some of them do not. But the struggle to achieve lets character evolve. And the character's quest makes for a good story!
I’ve taken a break from that big, noisy town to reside in southwest Florida. Now, I’m not so easily distracted from my writing.
I’m posting three sexy excerpts here, today--think of them as tidbits to whet your appetite. The first two are from my upcoming erotica releases with Amber Quill, and the third is currently available at www.amberquillpress.com.
Best regards--and happy reading!
—Shara Bloodstone…steamy tales of urban life.
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Excerpt I: Private Audition—Scheduled release date, late September, Torn Amber Pax Collection
* * *
“Just drop the robe for me,” Arthur urged in a casual tone.
Janessa felt like she was auditioning, all of a sudden. Only this was far from a normal acting audition, and she suddenly felt faint. She felt a tad sleazy, too, as though this was a porno film call. Her eyes darted around the room in search of a camera…
Her stunned expression and sudden mistrust surprised Arthur.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Does that embarrass you?”
“Well, no…I mean, yes,” Janessa stammered. “I, I suddenly feel weird, like I’m at an audition or something!”
“Don’t make her feel weird, Art,” Tasha chimed in.
“I don’t want to make her feel weird. I hate auditions, believe me, babe. Look, I don’t want to make you feel weird, Janessa, but if we’re going to work together, down the line, you have to go with me, here. You’ve got to be willing to reveal yourself to me. That’s just the way it is. Look at Tasha—she’s open. She’s proud of who she is.”
“I—I guess I’m not used to it, like Tasha is,” Janessa persisted. “I guess I’ve never had anyone ask me to do this before, like this.”
“All right, that’s okay,” Arthur said in a soothing voice. “But, listen: you’re a beautiful woman. I want to see who you are. So just do this for me. Just open up your robe and slip it off.”
He paused and waited. Janessa trembled.
“Go ahead,” he continued in a quiet, seductive voice.
Don’t blow it now, Jergen, Janessa told herself.
But she wanted to cry; she felt so odd about exposing herself this way. While the alcohol had numbed her sensations to a certain degree, she wished she’d gotten drunker. She felt a cold sweat surface on her forehead and glanced at the uninhibited Tasha, lying there nude, touching herself all over. Why couldn’t she be more like her?
A devilish smile lit up Tasha’s face.
“Slip your robe down, kochanie,” she said. “Let’s play!”
Her invitation served to lighten Janessa’s darkening mood.
Without further thought, Janessa reached down and loosened the tie around her waist. She felt the top part of her robe slide off her shoulders and shimmied a bit to jiggle it away. As the silky fabric fell down around her elbows, the room’s cool air wafted against her naked torso. She swallowed as she felt her nipples harden.
Tasha smiled broadly. “You have beautiful tits.” She caressed her own breasts beneath the palms of her hands, tweaking her nipples between her fingertips.
“Very beautiful,” Arthur agreed. “Come on, now. Keep going. Let’s see the rest of that magnificent body.”
Janessa felt torn. She wanted to play but, at the same time, was feeling pressured. Okay, she’d had taken the first step, but she wanted to cry from the frustration of having no control over what was going on. Maybe she should forget this whole idea of ‘working’ the Hollywood couple to get ahead.
Her inner voice of caution urged: Run for the hills, girl! Now! It’s now or never!
Instead of running, however, she froze, clutching the robe’s belt in a fist by her waist.
Her daring inner voice cried: Just do it, Jergen, do it!
But, still, she didn’t move.
“Go ahead,” Arthur urged. “Share your beauty, Janessa.”
She looked across the bed at Arthur’s smiling face, his hands loosely clasped over his belly. Tasha lay serpentine against his bulk, her sultry expression beckoning Janessa to step into a forbidden realm.
Janessa knew she couldn’t deliberate anymore. It was now or never.
* * *
Excerpt II: My Komic Valentine—release date to be announced, Amber Heat
Penny Ann felt her skin ripple as he ran his hand down over the fabric of the terry cloth robe encasing her body. Over her breasts, along her belted waist and down the length of her outer thigh, he caressed her body with languid strokes…
She basked like a great cat beneath her master’s hand, enticed, yet not moving a muscle. She heard Bobby’s breathing deepen as he pet each and every curve of her outstretched body. She sensed his arousal stirring beneath his own robe.
“If I was a cat,” she said in a husky voice, “I’d be purring right now.”
“I thought you were purring…”
She chuckled. “Mmm—I think you’re right.”
He moved closer, until he was almost on top of her, and reached out to place his champagne glass over on the side table. Just before he missed the table’s edge, Penny reached over. In one graceful gesture, she retrieved the glass and placed it neatly onto the tabletop.
“Thank you. Nice teamwork,” Bobby said.
“Didn’t want you to miss and spill on me.”
“Don’t want a wet robe, do we?”
“Right. Now, wet skin—that’s okay. That’s easier to dry off than this thing.”
“Your skin…yes, your skin…”
Bobby slid his hand under the robe’s thick lapel to caress her neck. Penny arched her chin up in a feline gesture that begged for more. He sensed her growing desire.
“I want to take my time… you mind?”
“No,” she mumbled. “Why would I mind? This feels great. I don’t want to rush anything…”
“I don’t want to rush anything, either. After thinking about you all these months, imagining what it’s like to be with you so many times…I don’t want to rush the real thing.”
He slipped his hand under her robe and slid it further down her flesh. A flash of heat seared her skin as she felt him cup her breast in his warm hand. He clasped her nipple between his forefinger and thumb and applied the perfect amount of pressure. Tingles danced along the surface of her skin, from the nape of her neck to her private parts. He continued squeezing and releasing her point of pleasure, rotating his fingers around her nipple’s hardened tip.
She reached her arms up to embrace his neck.
He pulled back, unlatched her arms and murmured, “No, wait, not yet. Let me…”
“But I want to kiss you, feel you—”
His green eyes held her in their gaze. She quivered from their intensity.
“Don’t worry,” he said, his quiet voice matching the intensity of his look. “You will.”
* * *
Excerpt 3: Urban Ambrosia—available at www.amberquillpress.com
* * *
"Come here," Anthony said. But then he crossed over to where she had stopped in the middle of the living room.
He took her into his arms and held her tight, running his hands up and down her back, sinking them into her thick mane of hair. His mouth was on her neck before she could comment on how fast he was going. She lost herself in the kisses he was placing at the base of her neck, along her throat and up under her chin. She felt his lips come around to nuzzle her neck and nibble her ear. He moved to her mouth, probing it with his tongue. She marveled at how turned on he was tonight.
He bent down to her breasts and opened her blouse, pulling it off before he finished unbuttoning it. She thought she heard buttons pop and roll across the wooden floor, but didn't bother to mention it. In one graceful movement he slipped down the straps of her bra, reached around, unclasped the hooks, and tossed it away. His mouth devoured her breasts. He flattened his tongue against her hardened nipples and alternated flicking them with flat licks.
"Oh, Anthony, that's making me nuts!"
He kissed and licked his way back up to her neck. Dressed only in her breezy floral skirt and thong underwear, she murmured, "Let me close the blinds." He stopped and let her walk to the window.
Just as she drew them to a close, Anthony came up from behind and grabbed the sides of her skirt. Facing the windowsill, she started to turn around.
"Stay there," he urged.
She felt his lips on the back of her neck as he gyrated his pelvis against her. Her chest arched forward and she rocked her butt back against him, while he took his time lifting her skirt inch by inch. She held onto the windowsill with one hand and reached the other back to grab the thick mop of his hair. When he bent her forward she let his head go and grabbed the sill with both hands, for balance. He folded her skirt up over her back and ran his hand over her exposed rump, admiring her roundness, savoring the smoothness of her skin. Then he dropped his hand along the back of her shapely leg, slid it up and down the inside of her thigh.
"That's prime grade," he said.
* * *
Thanks for stopping by today!
As a new author with Amber Quill Press, I thought I’d share a bit about who I am and ‘where I’m coming from,’ as a writer.
Most of my material, so far, has been generated from my previous existence spent living in the great urban palace on the isle of Manhattan.
For the most part, I was tantalized by New York City. I found its ceaseless throng of people and the constant activity stimulating.
My favorite expression used to be: “I live in Manhattan—I’ve seen it all!” Of course, as soon as I’d say that, some outrageous exhibition of shocking behavior would then prompt me to say: “And I thought I’d seen it all!” With so many people gathered from such diverse walks of life from all parts of the world, I’d observe extreme behavior (often bizarre!) with amazing regularity.
For those of us who get a kick out of people watching, the city is a hotbed of activity that never disappoints. Something crazy, funny, wonderful or weird is always cooking in that town!
I currently draw most of my characters and the worlds they inhabit from my urban life. I filed away lots of the fascinating, untypical behavior I took part in, witnessed, or was told about by other city-dwellers. I must have sensed I’d be using them for creative endeavors in the future, and was building up reserves.
While most of my characters are urban-based, they actually represent people from all over America who share similar dreams and life goals. After all, lots of folks who live in Manhattan and the surrounding burrows come from someplace else, leaving behind the familiarity of their comfort zones. This daring bunch has risked moving to the Big Apple for a shot at manifesting their hearts’ desires. Some of them succeed, and some of them do not. But the struggle to achieve lets character evolve. And the character's quest makes for a good story!
I’ve taken a break from that big, noisy town to reside in southwest Florida. Now, I’m not so easily distracted from my writing.
I’m posting three sexy excerpts here, today--think of them as tidbits to whet your appetite. The first two are from my upcoming erotica releases with Amber Quill, and the third is currently available at www.amberquillpress.com.
Best regards--and happy reading!
—Shara Bloodstone…steamy tales of urban life.
* * *
Excerpt I: Private Audition—Scheduled release date, late September, Torn Amber Pax Collection
* * *
“Just drop the robe for me,” Arthur urged in a casual tone.
Janessa felt like she was auditioning, all of a sudden. Only this was far from a normal acting audition, and she suddenly felt faint. She felt a tad sleazy, too, as though this was a porno film call. Her eyes darted around the room in search of a camera…
Her stunned expression and sudden mistrust surprised Arthur.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Does that embarrass you?”
“Well, no…I mean, yes,” Janessa stammered. “I, I suddenly feel weird, like I’m at an audition or something!”
“Don’t make her feel weird, Art,” Tasha chimed in.
“I don’t want to make her feel weird. I hate auditions, believe me, babe. Look, I don’t want to make you feel weird, Janessa, but if we’re going to work together, down the line, you have to go with me, here. You’ve got to be willing to reveal yourself to me. That’s just the way it is. Look at Tasha—she’s open. She’s proud of who she is.”
“I—I guess I’m not used to it, like Tasha is,” Janessa persisted. “I guess I’ve never had anyone ask me to do this before, like this.”
“All right, that’s okay,” Arthur said in a soothing voice. “But, listen: you’re a beautiful woman. I want to see who you are. So just do this for me. Just open up your robe and slip it off.”
He paused and waited. Janessa trembled.
“Go ahead,” he continued in a quiet, seductive voice.
Don’t blow it now, Jergen, Janessa told herself.
But she wanted to cry; she felt so odd about exposing herself this way. While the alcohol had numbed her sensations to a certain degree, she wished she’d gotten drunker. She felt a cold sweat surface on her forehead and glanced at the uninhibited Tasha, lying there nude, touching herself all over. Why couldn’t she be more like her?
A devilish smile lit up Tasha’s face.
“Slip your robe down, kochanie,” she said. “Let’s play!”
Her invitation served to lighten Janessa’s darkening mood.
Without further thought, Janessa reached down and loosened the tie around her waist. She felt the top part of her robe slide off her shoulders and shimmied a bit to jiggle it away. As the silky fabric fell down around her elbows, the room’s cool air wafted against her naked torso. She swallowed as she felt her nipples harden.
Tasha smiled broadly. “You have beautiful tits.” She caressed her own breasts beneath the palms of her hands, tweaking her nipples between her fingertips.
“Very beautiful,” Arthur agreed. “Come on, now. Keep going. Let’s see the rest of that magnificent body.”
Janessa felt torn. She wanted to play but, at the same time, was feeling pressured. Okay, she’d had taken the first step, but she wanted to cry from the frustration of having no control over what was going on. Maybe she should forget this whole idea of ‘working’ the Hollywood couple to get ahead.
Her inner voice of caution urged: Run for the hills, girl! Now! It’s now or never!
Instead of running, however, she froze, clutching the robe’s belt in a fist by her waist.
Her daring inner voice cried: Just do it, Jergen, do it!
But, still, she didn’t move.
“Go ahead,” Arthur urged. “Share your beauty, Janessa.”
She looked across the bed at Arthur’s smiling face, his hands loosely clasped over his belly. Tasha lay serpentine against his bulk, her sultry expression beckoning Janessa to step into a forbidden realm.
Janessa knew she couldn’t deliberate anymore. It was now or never.
* * *
Excerpt II: My Komic Valentine—release date to be announced, Amber Heat
Penny Ann felt her skin ripple as he ran his hand down over the fabric of the terry cloth robe encasing her body. Over her breasts, along her belted waist and down the length of her outer thigh, he caressed her body with languid strokes…
She basked like a great cat beneath her master’s hand, enticed, yet not moving a muscle. She heard Bobby’s breathing deepen as he pet each and every curve of her outstretched body. She sensed his arousal stirring beneath his own robe.
“If I was a cat,” she said in a husky voice, “I’d be purring right now.”
“I thought you were purring…”
She chuckled. “Mmm—I think you’re right.”
He moved closer, until he was almost on top of her, and reached out to place his champagne glass over on the side table. Just before he missed the table’s edge, Penny reached over. In one graceful gesture, she retrieved the glass and placed it neatly onto the tabletop.
“Thank you. Nice teamwork,” Bobby said.
“Didn’t want you to miss and spill on me.”
“Don’t want a wet robe, do we?”
“Right. Now, wet skin—that’s okay. That’s easier to dry off than this thing.”
“Your skin…yes, your skin…”
Bobby slid his hand under the robe’s thick lapel to caress her neck. Penny arched her chin up in a feline gesture that begged for more. He sensed her growing desire.
“I want to take my time… you mind?”
“No,” she mumbled. “Why would I mind? This feels great. I don’t want to rush anything…”
“I don’t want to rush anything, either. After thinking about you all these months, imagining what it’s like to be with you so many times…I don’t want to rush the real thing.”
He slipped his hand under her robe and slid it further down her flesh. A flash of heat seared her skin as she felt him cup her breast in his warm hand. He clasped her nipple between his forefinger and thumb and applied the perfect amount of pressure. Tingles danced along the surface of her skin, from the nape of her neck to her private parts. He continued squeezing and releasing her point of pleasure, rotating his fingers around her nipple’s hardened tip.
She reached her arms up to embrace his neck.
He pulled back, unlatched her arms and murmured, “No, wait, not yet. Let me…”
“But I want to kiss you, feel you—”
His green eyes held her in their gaze. She quivered from their intensity.
“Don’t worry,” he said, his quiet voice matching the intensity of his look. “You will.”
* * *
Excerpt 3: Urban Ambrosia—available at www.amberquillpress.com
* * *
"Come here," Anthony said. But then he crossed over to where she had stopped in the middle of the living room.
He took her into his arms and held her tight, running his hands up and down her back, sinking them into her thick mane of hair. His mouth was on her neck before she could comment on how fast he was going. She lost herself in the kisses he was placing at the base of her neck, along her throat and up under her chin. She felt his lips come around to nuzzle her neck and nibble her ear. He moved to her mouth, probing it with his tongue. She marveled at how turned on he was tonight.
He bent down to her breasts and opened her blouse, pulling it off before he finished unbuttoning it. She thought she heard buttons pop and roll across the wooden floor, but didn't bother to mention it. In one graceful movement he slipped down the straps of her bra, reached around, unclasped the hooks, and tossed it away. His mouth devoured her breasts. He flattened his tongue against her hardened nipples and alternated flicking them with flat licks.
"Oh, Anthony, that's making me nuts!"
He kissed and licked his way back up to her neck. Dressed only in her breezy floral skirt and thong underwear, she murmured, "Let me close the blinds." He stopped and let her walk to the window.
Just as she drew them to a close, Anthony came up from behind and grabbed the sides of her skirt. Facing the windowsill, she started to turn around.
"Stay there," he urged.
She felt his lips on the back of her neck as he gyrated his pelvis against her. Her chest arched forward and she rocked her butt back against him, while he took his time lifting her skirt inch by inch. She held onto the windowsill with one hand and reached the other back to grab the thick mop of his hair. When he bent her forward she let his head go and grabbed the sill with both hands, for balance. He folded her skirt up over her back and ran his hand over her exposed rump, admiring her roundness, savoring the smoothness of her skin. Then he dropped his hand along the back of her shapely leg, slid it up and down the inside of her thigh.
"That's prime grade," he said.
* * *
posted by Shara Bloodstone at 7:42 AM
4 Comments:
Hey, Shara, welcome!
*HOT* excerpts. :-)
Barrie A.
Shara - I love the way you capture the universal sexuality (and the fears that go along with it!) I grew up in the NorthEast and have had the opportunity to spend some time in the great city of New York. While I had my share of encounters on my visits I cannot imagine trying to meet a serious partner - or even trying to date there! I now live in a very small-town yet urban environment (the French Quarter of New Orleans) and like you, I've seen things I'd never imagined and have also become quite used to the unusual. What I like about your writing is that the gal with a conscience (the "good" girl, the naive girl, whichever term you choose) is universal to any girl/woman in any town any where - the doubt, the fear, the excitement of something new. The Struggle, if you will ... I was that girl when I was younger so I can completely relate (I choose, of course, to remember the good experiences & not the bad!) I can also relate to the fact that being the woman I am now, a lot of what you write stikes home on the older-but-wiser facet. I can enjoy both the recklessness of my youth and the security I've achieved with my currend middle-aged status - you truly do have something for every woman, thanks for your work!
Fondly, Arabella
I love that you write about city life in NY! I've never lived there but it's one of my fave places to visit, and my hubby hails from there originally. He was born at St. Vincent's in Manhattan. :)
Awesome excerpts, Shara!! Welcome to AQP!
Great excerpts Shara! I really love how you showed us Janessa. I, too, remember those days of the excitement of something new and 'wicked' struggling to be free from the small town girl fear. Tasha and Arthur certainly fit the role as seducers! Awesome job. Can't wait to see the emotions and situations you take them all through! Again, great excerpt from Urban Ambrosia...I love these two. Would like to see more from Komic Valentine and get to know them better. Great work! Thank you!
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