xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: July 2019

Friday, 26 July 2019

Can you help?Pithy Author's Quotes Needed. #quotes

I've turned my garden hut into a writing den. (With lots of help from my husband.)
Some friends bought me the letters for me and created my wonderful sign, but otherwise it's bare. I'm going to paint some quotes on the wall, but I need more. Here's what I have so far.
My favorite every quote is by Ali,

That one's a must, despite being far too long. my other must is from Stephen King's wonderful book - On Writing.

Here are my others, but I'm open to change. 

Attributed to Nora Roberts but I've heard it quoted as being by other people.

I'm drawn to a Terry Pratchett quote.

My next one's a classic from the Great Ernest Hemmingway

Jack Kerouac said something similar.

There are so many great quotes out there, so please pile in with your favorites.


Monday, 22 July 2019

Crystal Coast Love Connection SexySoldier #Alphamale #RomCom @BraveSierra

Crystal Coast Love Connection
Series: Crystal Coast Romances

After leaving a bad relationship, marine biologist, Jessica Butler has sworn off love and relationships but can’t resist a night of no-strings passion with hunky soldier, Captain Chase Culpepper. Their evening sizzles, leaving Jessica satisfied, but when Chase wakes up alone the next morning, he’s determined to make her his own.

The faster Jessica runs away, the more Chase finds to love about her. What will it take for him to win her trust and her love?

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Can a sex soldier convince her to give love another chance?

His lips pressed against hers as she reached around his waist, clutching his ass and squeezing both cheeks over his jeans. His pulse raced—he loved how she wasn’t afraid to show she wanted him. His tongue flickered across the seam of her lips, and she widened her mouth as if to welcome him. A frenzied rush of movement flowed as they tasted each other, igniting Chase’s passion.
She grabbed at the back of his sweater, inching it upward. He broke the kiss to help her, pulling it off over his head and letting it fall where it would. His breath caught. Does she want me as much as I want her? Not able to hold back, he tugged at the hem of her tank top, yanking it up just enough to expose her breasts. She gasped as the cold air hit her perky nipples, instantly hardening them. He placed a hand over each lobe, caressing them.
Jessica surprised him, leaning over and pressing his face into the scant hair across his pectorals. She nuzzled the area, and his flesh tingled. He grabbed an old cushion off one of the rocking chairs and dropped it before kneeling on top of it, leaving his face in the perfect position to grab her zipper with his teeth while he unsnapped the button above. He pulled her pants down to her ankles before nestling his nose against her soft cotton panties.
She grasped his hair as he jerked her underwear down. When the cool breeze hit her bottom, she squealed, lifting on her toes. Chase took the opportunity to lap at her clit while warming her ass by rubbing the round globes. As he flicked his tongue against her pink flesh, Jessica’s knees wobbled, but she steadied herself by grabbing his shoulders.
Chase hopped up on his feet and then lifted her. He placed her in the rocking chair that still had a cushion over the seat. She positioned her hands on the brightly painted wooden arms, wrapping her fingers around the edge as he removed her tennis shoes and yanked her jeans all the way off.
He kicked the cushion on the floor so it was in front of Jessica and dropped on his knees. “Spread those sexy legs, Jessie.”
“I don’t usually let anyone shorten my name, but I like the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.”
Evenings Sizzle at the Crystal Coast

Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM.  Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.

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Thursday, 18 July 2019

Fallen by Felicity Brandon - A Dark Necessities Prequel – Book Two DarkRomance #Paranormal #Psychological #BDSM #Thriller

She should have run while she had the chance…

Universal Buy link: http://mybook.to/Fallen

Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/45997110-fallen


She should have run while she had the chance…

Lily Simpson escapes, leaving her brooding captor to rot, but she’s still not free. Unable to resist the forbidden temptation Ethan Reilly offers, Lily is once again drawn back into his dangerous web of power and surrender (switch to submission).

When they travel north, their desire blooms into something even darker—something Lily both detests and adores in equal measure. But when she learns of the fate of her best friend, everything changes. The question is, will there be a second opportunity to escape Ethan’s clutches?
Suspenseful, thought-provoking, and peppered with breathtaking scenes, this fast-paced psychological, dark romance will haunt you.

He couldn’t have her love by making her his prisoner, but fuck, it was tempting.
Too tempting.
And if it came to it, Ethan knew he could damn well try.


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There was the contradiction—her man was part paramour and part monster—and she could never keep up with whom she was in bed with.

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“Stop it, Ethan,” she gasped. “You’re hurting me.”
His cock roused at the way she made that sound. “But you like it when I make it hurt, baby,” he whispered. “I know you do.”


Ethan impaled her with one swift thrust. Lily’s arse was prone and ready, her cunt pushed back and inviting, and as her body enveloped him, Ethan was once again filled with the scent and sensation of his little woman. She called out, a guttural sound that made his balls tighten.
“Oh, fuck!”
It was almost a hiss, but Ethan recognized the need in her voice, and he withdrew, filling her up again, knowing he was satiating that need. For both of them.
“Is that what you want?”
His words echoed through the air around them.
“Yes.” Lily’s head fell forward. “Yes, sir. Fuck me. Fill me up. Give it to me!”
Ethan wasn’t sure where sweet little Lily’s vocabulary had come from in recent days, but as he ceded the point and slammed back into her pussy again, he reconciled he probably had some responsibility for that, too. Filling her balls deep over and over again, Ethan’s hand rose to the waterfall of dark hair at Lily’s back, and unthinkingly, he fisted his fingers into it, yanking her head back to meet his face.
“You like that?”
Her lips parted, but there was no doubt about the answer to his question. He’d never seen Lily like this before.
“Oh, fuck.” She was panting now. “Oh, fuck yes. Yes, sir.”

Ethan’s head fell forward against the back of her neck, his left arm now supporting both their weight as his hips thrust back into her wet snatch again. He couldn’t believe how good this was. Lily had been right—this was what they both needed.
He lifted his chin. “Up against the wall.”
The command was little more than a snarl, but as he withdrew from her wetness, Ethan was amazed that despite her injured ankle, Lily rushed to obey him. He spun on his heel, fisting his cock as he stalked over to join her. 
“If I’m going to fuck you, then I want to see your face,” he growled, reaching down to grasp at her behind.
Lily winced as his fingers brushed her tender skin, but there were no words of complaint. Only hot murmurs of need.
“Legs around me,” Ethan instructed as he lifted her onto his throbbing cock. “And hold on, little flower. I am not going to be gentle.”
She complied at once, wrapping her small wrists behind his head as her tight pussy slid down over his hard length. 
“I don’t want gentle,” she spat at him. “I want this. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it!”
There was real venom in her voice as she gave the order, and for just a second, Ethan wanted to stop and haul her over his lap for the insolent tone, but the goading pleasure at his cock dismissed that thought. There was no way he was giving up sex as good as this.
No fucking way.
“I do. Fucking. Mean. It.”
Ethan punctuated each word with a fresh thrust, his rhythm making them both cry out in unison. “I fucking love you, Lily.”
Those green eyes, which had fluttered shut at the sensations were on him now, full of passion and anger and accusations. “I love you, too,” she panted, using the strength in her arms to push herself even further down against the base of his shaft. “And I hate you. I hate you for what you’ve done. For dragging me into this; for bringing me to this shitty place.”
Her words tore at him, making his body still for a moment as he assessed her face.
“You hate me?” he growled, deliberately slamming hard into her delicious cunt again.
“Yes,” she confirmed, her back arching as she pressed her needy little clit into his body.
“For what I’ve done?”
Lily’s gaze darted to meet his query. “For what you’ve done to me,” she gasped as he filled her up again. “For making me fall for you when you’re nothing but a monster.”

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Friday, 12 July 2019

Six Questions for Capri Gray from Daryl Devore's book - Love my Fate @daryldevore, #daryldevore, #hotread, #humour, #humor, #urbanfantasy

1. What is your full name and what do you do?
Capricious Gray – Capri for short and to add to that – I’m a Capri-corn.  
At the start of my story I was an executive in a global corporation.

3. How did you meet the man of your dreams?
That’s not easy to answer. The man of my dreams isn’t a man – sort of. We met at a sex toy convention.

4. You obviously have to explain that!
My BFF, Kat, dragged me off to a sex toy convention. Her idea! And I heard this voice ask me to purchase something fun, something erotic and something dangerous. And it just went from there.

5. So, did you buy something fun, something erotic and something dangerous?
Suffice it to say, I made interesting purchases that evening which may have happened due to the consumption of several glasses of champagne.

6. Any advice for the readers of your story?
If you like deep drama that focuses on the angst of modern society – this is so not the story for you. This is my story - an average woman living an average life when out-of-the-blue highly unusual things start happening.

Recipe for heat. Take one human – Capricious Gray – and mix with one Fate – Thall. Add in a dash of jealousy, anger, passion and lust. 


Corporate businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. After a mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.
 Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbours the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.
Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?

What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title
Capri’s Fate. The edition has a new title, new cover and has restored previously deleted


My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn't the least bit shocked, alarmed or confused, I watched as my glass dildo floated above me.
"Play with your nipples. Show me what you do to make them firm."
"Excuse me?" My eyebrows rose up to my hairline. "You want me to play with myself? In front of you?"
One simple, yet mortifying, word.
"I'm not a porn star."
"Just touch yourself. I will not judge you."
I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud.
"They're beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.
To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.
Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.
I took a moment to figure out what to do. Thall didn't think to include the instructions, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet.
My bad.
Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.
Snap. Snap.
A surge of lust rushed through my body then centred in my crotch.
Snap. Snap.
The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudged me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?
The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart.
Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.
Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.
The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs.
"Do you want it?"
I groaned.
"Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?"
Do the Fates understand the term—duh!
A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.
Snap. Snap.
Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.
The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.
I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body. "Touch me!"
"Where?" His voice brushed past my ear.
"My clit."
Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn't breathe.
Time-stopping, scorching strokes on the smallest part of my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy.
"Again?" His voice was soft and tinted with humour.
"Yes!" It was more of a snarl than a polite response.
I waited. The nipple clamp zapped me. I squealed. His petting dragged across my clitoris with molasses speed. My heart raced, my breaths were shallow pants as I arched my hips up and spread my legs as wide as I could. "Touch me again. Please."
Total bitch in heat and I didn't give a damn.

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Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two black cats - Licorice and Ginny-Furr Purrkins - and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.