by Madelynne Ellis
It's Monday already! How come these things always sneak up on me? The weekend that brought us Captain Jack Harkness in chains (once more with feeling: CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS IN CHAINS) has flown away, and now without any warning it's my turn to post.
Ahem! Well, the purpose of this post is not just to admire men with muck on their faces, or in fact men in eyeliner. (If you haven't already voted in our sidebar poll, drift that mouse sideways right now and do so.)
It is in fact to let you know that myself (Madelynne Ellis), Portia da Costa, and any other lusties we manage to shanghai will be holding a Mocha Monday chat session over at the Romance Galleria at 9pm EST tonight, although we'll probably be there early. The official chat lasts for a couple of hours, but as the Galleria is a bit different to a normal chatroom. It's a virtual world where you get to walk and 'talk' with other visitors via your personal avatar, and explore a whole host of rooms. A bit like Doom, only without the demons...ish. To take part you'll need to download the Galleria software, and it'll take a little while... but it's easy to install and is perfectly safe and secure. I'm always cautious about downloading new software, but I haven't had any problems in 4 months. Fair warning though, to date it doesn't support Mac users.
Once you've downloaded the Galleria, you simply choose yourself an avatar and then enter the 'world'. Navigating is achieved using your keyboard's arrow keys. There's a chat window, and you can choose to have private conversations, or join in on debates with whole groups of people. Portia and I often hang out in the hallways, or our own PLUG private suite UNPLUG. The chat will take place in the cafe, so grab yourself an espresso (or something stronger) and stop by.
Oh, and did I mention that there'll be prizes? Including one very hard to get hold of first printing of my novel, A Gentleman's Wager, sadly out-of-print, leastways until February 2008. Meanwhile, I thought I'd leave you with a couple of teasers from two of the books we'll be discussing this evening.
From 'Eyes of Desire' by Portia da Costa.
Megan can't quite see properly at the moment... but she still knows what she wants when she hears and feels it.
'Broken Angel', by Madelynne Ellis.
Okay, no questions, she thought, turning off all rationality and reason and surrendering to "Guy" and the predication of her senses. His kiss became more demanding, almost ferocious, and she found herself answering in kind, her tongue fighting, duelling, twining with his, as her hand clutched at his shoulders, his back, and his hard, muscular buttocks through the lightweight cloth of what she was certain now was a pair of combat trousers. As he moved against her, his massive body both dominant and protective, the solid bulge at his groin brushed her thigh.
Oh God! Oh God! I think I'm going to fuck this man and I have absolutely no idea who he is and I don't even want to ask him. Feeling like a slut, yet not in the slightest ashamed of the fact, she surged against him, twisting beneath him and rubbing herself rudely against his magnificent erection.
"Hell, yes!" he murmured indistinctly against her mouth, rocking her against him with one hand while the other traversed quickly down her flank and her thigh, questing and exploring. He plucked at her light summer skirt, and wafted it quickly upwards. A second later, his fingers were stroking the edge of her panties, and then slipping under the elastic in search of her core.
The first touch induced a high, silvery, singing sensation between her thighs. His fingertip was huge, like the rest of him, but he flicked at her clitoris with a delicate and exquisite precision.
(One of three novellas featured in 'Possession'.)
Blaze Makaresh is being patched up having been attacked by demons.
Asha was tempted to slap him again, except she knew it was the poison talking. And considering his wounds and the amount of blood he'd lost, it was no wonder he was succumbing so easily.Pre-order 'Broken Angel' from Amazon
She tentatively pressed her tongue to the first of the ten long gashes and licked. The mix of blood and poison tingled on her tongue. It tasted bitter, like Blood Rain, though the ripple of pleasure that flowed down her throat was sweet. She licked again, her tongue delving into the wound, and the taste became acrid. She spat it out, then returned to the wound again and began to suck.
Beneath her, she felt him tremble and his spine stiffen. 'Shh! she soothed. Her eyes closed. her nipples rasped against the inside of her bodice. Desire quickened between her thighs...