And The 80% Kinky T-Shirt

I think I need one 🙂
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I Am 80% Kinky!

Yes. Yes, I am. 🙂

You Are 80% Kinky

If you’ve heard of it, you’ve tried it. You’re that kinky.

You’re open to any and all sexual experiences, as long as they’re safe.

You see the bedroom as the primary place for all your adventures.

But that’s not to say that the bedroom is the only place you get kinky!

Are You Kinky? (continue reading &aquo;)

Stone’s Soul – The 1st Review!!

I just found this in my inbox and I’ve got to share it with you all. It’s a reader’s review of Stone’s Soul, specifically, the wonderful, lovely and totally gorgeous Sandie! Sandie, I’m sending you a big kiss right now. Can you feel it?

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Stone’s Soul by Lexxie Couper
Stone’s Soul is a fantastic book and if I were a reviewer it would get 5 stars, or maybe 5 ‘Drools’.  This is an extremely hot and sexy story. When Jordynn who is a geologist finds a strange stone she starts having some very unusual dreams, or at least she thinks they are dreams.  Whenever she holds this stone it gets super hot, and she appears to fall into a dream of a sexy Hawaiian warrior giving her the hottest sex of her live. But is it really a dream or is it something related to the stone?
Be warned, this story has some very explicit, well detailed, and super sexy scenes that will leave you needing a hunk of your own or some toys. Although to put out the fire ignited by Lexxie’s great story you may need both.
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Flash Fiction Friday – Fire

When she could take no more, when her body felt like it was no longer flesh and blood, but an inferno of devouring bliss, she whimpered.

He paused, lifting his head slightly from the junction of her thighs to blow a soft stream of breath onto the sodden, throbbing folds of her sex. She moaned, fisting the sheets below her, eyes closed, hips raised.

“More?” he asked, before returning to his worship of her pussy without waiting for a reply.

The fire consuming her, possessing her grew hotter. Groaning, she bucked her hips higher, wanting – no, needing his tongue inside her. Only then would the inferno be extinguished.

He lifted his head again, tracing her nether-lips made wet by his tongue with his fingertip. “More?”

Incapable of speech, balancing on the scalding knife-edge of her orgasm, she nodded, eyes gazing blindly at the ceiling. Oh, God. How could she feel this much pleasure and this much pain at once?

He slipped a finger into her sex. Wriggled it. Found the sweetest spot inside her walls and stroked as his lips and tongue found the tiny button of concentrated rapture and suckled.

The flames engulfed her. Took her. Incinerated her.

And she cried out. (continue reading &aquo;)

Something Sad Is Happening In My World

I do apologise for this post, but I really need to express my absolute grief and heartache about a situation currently taking place in Sydney.

Most of you who have been traveling my worlds with me for a while will know I’m an animal lover and animal rights activist. I believe strongly that man should treat all animals with respect and compassion and the greatest of care. I do not use products tested on animals nor do I condone lot farming. To see and animal in pain or suffering breaks my heart and I would do (and will do) anything I can to prevent such a thing happening.

Three days ago a baby humpback whale was found nuzzling a yacht in The Basin in Pitwater (a secluded, protected part of Sydney Harbour) The two-three week old calf has been either separated from its mother or abandoned by her. The calf, named Colin by Sydney’s wildlife authorities, has been moving from yacht to yacht, nuzzling each, confusing their large bulk for his mother, trying to suckle from their hulls in what is obviously a desperate attempt to feed.

Marine and wildlife experts estimate Colin has not feed for five to six days. An attempt to lead Colin back out to open sea in hopes his mother will find him or a passing pod will adopt him failed and Colin returned to Pitwater.

The images of this poor baby whale suckling on yachts, looking for its mother have reduced me to tears. There is great debate (some of it quite heated and aggressive) about what can be done for Colin. A poll run by The Sydney Morning Herald, Australia’s leading newspaper, saw 48% of respondents wanting to do whatever was necessary to save Colin. Scientists are split on what can be done. As of an hour ago (7pm, Thursday) the decision had been made to euthanize the calf. As I type this, I am crying.

I know the right thing to do is end the poor calf’s suffering. I know the chances of another pod adopting it are slim, but as a mother the thought of not doing everything humanly possible to save Colin makes me angry and miserable.

I wish I could do something more to help, but all I have at this time is my voice and my hope that a greater force will intervene and Colin will be saved and loved.

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Hot Excerpt – Spaceport: Hidden Phase

OK, this book isn’t available from Changeling Press until the 10th October, but I thought I’d tease you all with a little snippet in the interim, just to whet your appetites. The second in my Spaceport trilogy (there is another on the way called Spaceport: Heartfelt Scoundrel) it focuses on the IAC’s most lethal assassin and his student. Enjoy…

Oh, I should tell you, this is totally unedited so there will be mistakes a plenty. And it’s kinda short cause when I went looking for an excerpt to share with you, I discovered I couldn’t find one that didn’t spoil some very important plot surprise or reveal too much information. Please forgive me 🙂

Shit, he really knew what to do to make her hot. He was aggressive, almost brutal. He took from her with a savage power that made her cunt flood with fresh cream.
Sliding his large hands under her hips, he cupped her butt cheeks, squeezing each curve of muscle as he tortured her ass with his tongue. She hissed in a silent breath, feeling her ass grow damp. Painted with the slick lubrication secreted by Forty-Two’s tongue. His cock was massive, the phallus more than fitting his seven-foot frame. She knew he was going to penetrate her there and her pussy grew sodden with anticipation. Anal sex with Forty-Two was like a double dose of concentrated pleasure spiked with pure pain. It was incredible, punishing and completely unsentimental. What she needed. What she deserved.
An appreciative rumble sounded in her companion’s chest and he yanked her harder to his mouth, lifting her feet from the bed to wrap her legs around his head. His hands mauled her ass, her hips. He peppered her tight opening with rapid jabs of his tongue, the thick muscle growing more pointed with each stroke until she felt its slick, rounded tip push into the puckered hole.
She clamped her teeth shut, fists pulling at the sheet. She bucked, her wild rhythm in perfect sync with Forty-Two’s tongue. His fingers stretched her butt cheeks further apart, granting his mouth greater access to her anus. He dipped into her, tongue fat and stiff. A slightly smaller replica of the enormous shaft between his solid, steely thighs.
By kirs, she was going to come. (continue reading &aquo;)

Macadamia, Hazelnut and Caramel Slice

One of my very very good friends moved to Beijing about four months ago. I’ve missed her like mad, as has Peanut who absolutely worshiped my friend’s eldest daughter. Last week, my friend, Smiley, surprises me by walking in my front door like she’d never moved anywhere. Her husband – whose job entails jetting all about the world doing complicated stuff relating to metal – is currently in Russia, school is out in China for nine weeks and the Olympics have disrupted any form of normal existence so Smiley decided to jump a flight and come home with her daughters. Seeing her has only proved how much I’ve missed her *sigh*

Anyways, to submerge her completely back in all things Oz, I went a little crazy in the kitchen. The following recipe is what Smiley and I just spent the last two hours eating while giggling like school girls. It is absolutely decadent.
Ingredients

1 cup plain flour
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 cup hazelnut meal
1/2 cup brown sugar
90g dark chocolate
80g unsalted butter
1 egg, lightly beaten
100g hazelnuts
1 x 400g can condensed milk
2 tbsp golden syrup
50g butter
100g macadamias
100g dark chocolate, melted

Super simple and perfect for a little weekend indulgence.

Here’s how

1 Preheat oven to 180C. Grease an 18cm x 28cm cake tin and line its base and sides with non-stick baking paper, allowing the paper to overhang on the opposite ends.

2 To make the base, sift the flour and cinnamon into a bowl, then stir in the hazelnut meal and brown sugar.

3 Put the chocolate and butter in a small saucepan and cook over low heat until just melted. Remove from heat. When it has cooled, mix it into the dry ingredients. Add the egg, mixing well.

4 Using the back of a spoon, press the mixture into the base of the prepared tin. Bake in oven for 15 minutes or until firm. Remove from oven, then let cool to room temperature. Leave in the tin.

5 To make the topping, place the hazelnuts on a baking tray and bake in 180C oven for 8 minutes or until the skins start to split. Remove the hazelnuts from the oven, wrap in a clean, dry tea towel, then rub vigorously to remove the skins.

6 Put condensed milk, golden syrup and butter in a saucepan, and heat over a low heat, stirring, until just about to boil. Pour mixture over the cooked base, then top with hazelnuts and macadamias. Bake for 15 minutes or until the topping is firm. Let cool in the tin.

7 Drizzle the slice with melted dark chocolate. Once the chocolate is set, cut the slice into fingers to serve. (continue reading &aquo;)

Yep. I’d Agree With This.

You Are Trinity

“Touch me and that hand will never touch anything again.”

What Superheroine Are You? (continue reading &aquo;)

New and Shiny!!!

Can you believe it?? On the same day I have my first Ellora’s Cave release (a little story called Stone’s Soul. You may have heard me mention it?) the most fabulous Celia Kyle creates this most amazing new website and blog. Isn’t it gorgeous!!

What it means is, I’m now capable of maintaining my own website, so it’ll always be up-to-date and looking fabulous! Take a look around… there’s my Aussie Hunk of the Month, Coming Soon and all sorts of other goodies. Plus, I’ll be adding new stuff as the creative mood strikes me, so you never know what you will find there! Yay!

What do you think? Isn’t Celia just brilliant? (continue reading &aquo;)

It’s Here!

My very first Ellora’s Cave release – Stone’s Soul.

And here’s a juicy (not-for-kiddies) snippet to tease you all. Enjoy…

“I am with you now.”

The voice tickled her senses like a playful breeze and suddenly Jordynn realized she was naked. Gloriously, wonderfully naked. Her breasts full and heavy and exposed to the breaking day, her pussy wet and aching for attention.

“Feel me.”

Brown hands skimmed across her hips and belly. Long, sure fingers slipped between her bare thighs, parting the sodden lips of her pussy without preamble. Jordynn pulled in a short breath. Warmth licked through her body in languid strokes, radiating from her sex. She closed her eyes, knowing she was dreaming once more but not caring in the least.

She would deal with her unhinged mind later. For now, she would enjoy her birthday fantasy and go with the exquisite, rapturous flow. Oh God, would she go with the flow. A wonderful, sinful birthday present from herself.

“Tell me why you are lonely?”

The softly murmured question caressed her ear as the fingers in her pussy played over her clit.

Delicious pleasure flooded her core, her belly. She arched her back, pushing harder against the hands between her thighs. A tiny smile curled her lips. Utterly amazing sex and psychological therapy in one sweet dream? Talk about brilliant multi-tasking! “I’ve never been moved by anyone,” she murmured back, rolling her hips backward and forward. “My heart’s never been touched…”

“Touched?” The fingers slid over the throbbing nub of her clit, sending ribbons of bliss deep into her core. “Like this?” Warm lips brushed the sensitive hollow just below her earlobe, followed by a tender nip from teeth she knew to be both straight and white.

She leaned back into her dream lover’s embrace, feeling his rock-hard cock nudge her ass cheeks with wordless promise. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”

Her lover, the utterly incredible imagined man that he was, pushed the tip of one finger past the sodden lips of her sex. “Yes?”

Jordynn nodded wordlessly, giving herself over to the raw pleasure the slow but purposeful penetration created. She lifted her arms, tangling her hands in his long, thick hair, pressing her ass harder to his rigid shaft. Damn, she never wanted to wake again.

The lone finger grazed over her now-swollen clit before dipping deeper into her sex once more. Jordynn pulled in a deep breath and parted her thighs slightly, granting greater access.

The invitation was accepted. Another finger joined the first, seeking and finding her wet warmth. Both wiggled, stroking the sweetest of spots within the well of her pussy.

“Jesus, that feels fucking fantastic!”

A deep chuckle sounded in her ear, sending wicked ripples of lust through Jordynn’s body. She tugged on a fistful of hair and was rewarded with a thrust of fingers and cock. She gasped. “God, do I know how to dream!”

Warm lips pressed to her neck. “Why do you think you are dreaming, huapala?”

Jordynn let her head fall to the side, curving her neck for his mouth to explore. “What other explanation is there?”

Her lover smoothed his free hand up her body, warm palm charting a slow course over her belly, the curve of her rib cage, until he found her left breast. “A joining of spirits?” His lips nipped her flesh as he cupped her breast. “A connection of souls?”

Connection.

Jordynn whimpered at the delicious sensations the fingers between her thighs and on her nipple created. At the single word defining the one thing she hungered for the most.

Connection.

How did he know?

It’s your dream, Jordynn. Your psyche.

Soft, warm lips nibbled at her earlobe. “It is becoming more than that.”

Jordynn leaned deeper into his exquisite embrace. “Is it?” She didn’t know what else to say. Dream or no, this strange, powerful man knew everything in her heart.

The fingers in her sex dipped deeper still, stroking the walls within. “Your sweet, gentle, lonely soul called mine.” His breath feathered her flesh as he pressed a gentle kiss to her jaw. “I don’t know why or how, but your soul called mine.”

“And you came?”

His lips roamed down her neck. “How could I not?”