And the winner of this month’s writing contest is… Lorelie!

With this entry:

“Oh no,” Leilani gasped. “We’re late!” Throwing back the sheet, she jumped out of bed.

Oliver cracked one eye open and squinted. “Late for what? It’s two a.m.”

“Our big conflict, that’s what!” She planted her fists on her hips. “Come on, give me your deep, dark secret.”

Oliver propped himself up on an elbow and cocked his head. He was pretty sure Leilani had no idea the light streaming through the balcony doors also went through her cotton pajamas and outlined her curves. “What dark secret would that be?”

“I don’t know. Whatever makes you think you’re not good enough for me, or can’t handle commitment. Whatever. I promise to laugh it off. This is only a novella, after all.”

“Huh?”

“Well if this were a full-length manuscript, I would have to agree the secret is horrible and stay away or ride off half-cocked to fix everything. The whole TSTL thing.” Leilani was standing next to Oliver. “But we’ve got to wrap things up quickly. Page count, ya know.”

“I promise I have no secrets, deep, dark or otherwise.” Oliver snaked an arm around her back, caressing the soft skin left bare between her shorts and top. In a swift motion, he pulled her to the bed and rolled on top. “And I can think of better things to do with our pages.”

Clever AND sexy. Good job, dude. Come claim your prize, girlfriend.

And the winner of a copy of Richelle Mead’s Vampire Academy? K. Kincy. WOO-HOO! Email me and we’ll get you all squared out, hon.

Thanks again to Richelle Mead for coming by to hang out with us and to everyone who entered this month’s contest. All of you rock me hard-core.

[There’s still time to vote! I’m announcing the winner on Friday!]

I gotta tell you, there were some damn fine entries this month. DAMN fine. BFF Ann had to help me pick out the best ones again. Some of these babies were so good, I actually thought to myself, “Uh-oh, they wrote Ollie and Lei better than me.” Some of them actually made me nervous. *wink* Anyway, because there were so many awesome entries, I picked five this time. Pick what you think is the best one and cast your vote in the comments section. The winner will receive an $50 Amazon GC and a free download of Skin to Skin, which will be released by Samhain on August 17th (you get yours early). So… here they are:

The hot sexiness that is Rose

Not being that creative, I’ll just take it from the end of the excerpt…

“Like hell I will.” The words were harsh but the tone was smoldering as she leaned even closer. He could barely believe it as his jeans grew even more constricting. He couldn’t seem to focus on one part of her. Instead his eyes moved erratically, one moment her slightly parted lips made up his entire world, only to be replaced by her breasts, her neck, her pert little nose.
Leilani reveled in the attention, knowing that she overwhelmed him. She could feel his breath grow raspy as his hands tightened on the small of her back, pulling her into him seemingly against his will.

She took his chin between her thumb and forefinger and made him meet her eyes. She shivered with pleasure as she saw her own hunger reflected there and moved until her lips were mere moments away from his. His breath was warm as it mingled with hers, warm and… sweet? It was more than just the beer on his breath; there was something almost animal about it. Just breathing it in felt sexual.

“Besides,” she whispered right before her lips touched his. “It’s still much too hot to sleep.”

The meta hotness that is Lorelie

“Oh no,” Leilani gasped. “We’re late!” Throwing back the sheet, she jumped out of bed.

Oliver cracked one eye open and squinted. “Late for what? It’s two a.m.”

“Our big conflict, that’s what!” She planted her fists on her hips. “Come on, give me your deep, dark secret.”

Oliver propped himself up on an elbow and cocked his head. He was pretty sure Leilani had no idea the light streaming through the balcony doors also went through her cotton pajamas and outlined her curves. “What dark secret would that be?”

“I don’t know. Whatever makes you think you’re not good enough for me, or can’t handle commitment. Whatever. I promise to laugh it off. This is only a novella, after all.”

“Huh?”

“Well if this were a full-length manuscript, I would have to agree the secret is horrible and stay away or ride off half-cocked to fix everything. The whole TSTL thing.” Leilani was standing next to Oliver. “But we’ve got to wrap things up quickly. Page count, ya know.”

“I promise I have no secrets, deep, dark or otherwise.” Oliver snaked an arm around her back, caressing the soft skin left bare between her shorts and top. In a swift motion, he pulled her to the bed and rolled on top. “And I can think of better things to do with our pages.”

The delicious Winchester love of romblogreader

He indulges Leilani and agrees to watch the show with her. It’s on that teenager network but it’s not bad. The monsters are cool.

*

It’s not that she doesn’t always fuck his brains out, but he doesn’t catch on until the third week. Once again, she’s straddling him as the credits roll and he waits until she’s slid all the way down (so wet and snug) before he whispers, “Which one?”

“What?”

“Sam or Dean?”

She gasps, clenches, whispers, “Both,” in his ear.

He palms her belly, thumbs her clit, feels her shudder and grind. “No favorite?”

She doesn’t answer until she’s gotten off once. When she starts moving again, she grins and says, “At the same time.”

He groans. “Where?”

She goes faster. “Impala.”

“I meant…” He goes quiet as she rides him harder.

“You mean my mouth or my…”

He silences her with a kiss and puts her on her back, fucks her into the couch as she whispers all the filthy things she’d do to the Winchesters.

*

“Can I look?”

He kisses her neck and removes the blindfold, then watches her loose her shit over the rented, black, 1967 Chevy Impala. He puts in the AC-DC tape and smiles.

The melodrama of Tim Warnock

“Hello?” Ollie stepped into his dark house, speaking only to the faint light from the rear bedroom. It was nearly 4 am. No answer. Faint sobbing echoed down the hall. “Leilani?”

He stumbled through the darkness making his way to the bedroom. Leilani was curled at the foot of the bed hugging her knees. A look of terror was frozen on her face. “Baby, what happened?”

Her eyes slowly moved towards his voice while her body stood completely still. “I thought you were dead.”

“What?” He pretended to smile.

She leapt to her feet abruptly. It startled him. “I couldn’t sleep. Why didn’t you call?”

His stomach seized in a knot. He realized that she had been expecting him at midnight. His evening had been chaotic. This had happened before. But he had always remembered to call.

“Asshole!” Before he could react pillows were traveling in the air towards his face. He ducked as the pillow smashed into the lamp behind him.

The room was cast in darkness. Her breathing rang in his ears. Without warning her body crashed into his. Her arms seized around him with her fingers digging into the flesh of his back.

And MadbatLou brings Oliver and Lei to Serenity

Obligatory fanfic disclaimer: Since this contains characters other than Bam’s, I would like to add that none of these characters are mine, and this is intended as a parody.

Ollie and Leilani fell through Ollie’s cabin door when the ship lurched for the fifth time in four minutes. Oliver hit the cold metal floor first, while Leilani fell on top of him with a theatrical gasp. “Ollie,” She murmured, and Oliver waited for her inquiry into his injuries, “I think we’re on the wrong ship.” As Oliver contemplated the extent of his brand new bruises and the fact that she could concurrently make him laugh and want to pin her to the floor, a throat-clearing sounded from above him. He craned his neck and was met with the cold blue eyes of the captain.

“Haven’t quite got our space legs, do we?” the captain drawled, his thumbs hooked in his braces. “As I surely mentioned, it would be appreciated if you could remain in your cabin for the duration of this…turbulence.”

“Aw,” said the big man beside him, looking just too interested. Ollie touched the back of his head and winced.

“Don’t worry, captain,” said Leilani, “I’m sure I can keep him busy.”

There was a pause. “Shiny,” said the captain wearily, towing the crew member away. “Please do so…inside.”

They were inside for quite some time.

The winner will be announced on Friday of next week. You guys, thank you so much for entering. Watch this site for more opportunities to win a free copy of Skin to Skin. Kisses!

First thing’s first… We’d like to thank our friend Jackie Kessler for sending us her cover to snark and for being such a fucking good sport about it. Don’t send me your therapy bills, Jackie! We love you.

And now… the winner of the ARC to Road To Hell is… Cathie! Girl, email me your info and we’ll get you squared out right away. Thanks!

Kids, don’t forget there’s still time to enter our August writing contest. Deadline is tonight at 10 PM PST.

And now… for this awesome piece of news. If you will recall, I told y’all about an anthology I’m doing with BFF Ann and the wonderful Bonnie Dee. Well, the VERY talented Miss April Martinez designed the cover for us and this morning, she whipped up something REALLY special and ya’ll, you’re gonna plotz when you see it. I’ll post it as soon as I get the A-OK. It’s so beautiful, so edgy, so FUCKING metal, dude. And the guy on the cover… so embodies Jack, my hero… Oh, you guys are going to love Jack. And you’ll meet him in October, I promise. Click here for an excerpt.

Here’s a banner for a taste.

Hey, kids, this month’s contest is a weeedle different. As readers of this blog know, I have a release from Samhain on August 17 called Skin to Skin. Here is the blurb:

What Leilani wants, Leilani gets. That is, until she meets the enigmatic Oliver Clayton, her new neighbor. For some reason, Oliver seems to be intent on avoiding her even though he’s obviously interested. Leilani has tried to everything to get his attention, from wearing skimpy little outfits to walking a neighbor’s dog six times in front of his yard. Leilani wants Oliver…and she always gets her man.

In the heat of the summer, the temperature’s not only thing rising. Luckily, Oliver has that pool in his backyard and Leilani knows just how to cool off…

I bet you’re wondering what you gotta do to earn that fifty dollar Amazon GC (oh, and a free download of StS!), eh? Well, here’s what I want you to do: FANFICTION! As BFF Ann and BFF Shuzluva attest to, I lurve my fanfic. When I’m not working or translating Latin texts, I spend my days reading Supernatural slash (yes, yes, I’m sick. I need help). Now I want my own fanfic. That is, fanfic based on MY characters. Check out this excerpt and in 200 words or less, I want you to whip up a fic based on my characters. Get buck-wild. Do whatever you want. GO NUTS! Everyone is welcome to jump in!

Deadline is Friday, August 10th at 10pm PST. I’ll post the three best entries that night, we’ll vote on them, and I’ll announce the winner on Tuesday, August 14th. Oh, and watch this site for additional contests tied into Skin to Skin’s release. Y’all, it’s gonna be one hot summer.

Hey, Jaime, COME ON DOWN!

… you get a signed copy of The Summerland AND The Brotherhood. How lucky are you? Hella lucky, dude.

Please email me and we’ll get you all squared out. Spanks all around.

And now I’m gonna go to bed ’cause I haven’t slept in two days.