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Friday, October 31, 2014

Happy Hallowe'en - Ghosts Goblins Witches and Pumpkins #spooky #halloween #movies #scary

Happy Hallowe'en!!!
Welcome to BRB, everyone! I'm sure those who have little children are gearing up for this evening. Thankfully, I'm past all that, as my youngest is fifteen and has no interest in playing tricks for treats. He asked if we (the family) could play a couple of games and watch a scary movie or two. So, as you've probably guessed, my evening has been planned out in advance. I'm not sure what movies yet, but Netflix has a large assortment, as does my daughter. It'll be fun to choose. 
Of course everyone has a favourite scary movie, or perhaps I should rephrase that by saying, 'not so favourite', because it scared the bejesus out of them. The following list isn't my favourites, but instead the most frightening and memorable movies I've ever seen. And believe me, most I'd never watch again, even if I were paid.

Most Memorable Movies

1. The Exorcist 
I read the book, and thoroughly loved it. It was extremely well written and drew me in deeper and deeper the further I read. It was a novel I couldn't put down. With the added touch of visual stimuli, the movie was ten times worse. What the book couldn't deliver, the movie did in spades. Needless to say, I've never watched it again, and never will. The Exorcist hit a nerve with me, and I've actually blocked probably ninety percent of the film from my mind. 

2. Pumpkinhead
A total B-grade movie, but at the time I found it entertaining, and quite frightening. And, yes, there is a sequel.

3. The Grudge
Originally based on a Japanese manga, which was then made into a Japanese movie, that an American film maker did a remake of for the North American public, The Grudge is a creepy story that I thought was a cinematic treat. I'm not sure why, but this one gave me some very strange nightmares. Perhaps it was the sound the girl made and the way her body contorted. 

4. Rosemary's Baby
Roman Polanski directed this movie and it was released in 1968. Rosemary's Baby is considered one of the best horror movies ever made. When I saw it, it was late at night and I was only nine years old. You know the scenario...I'd stayed awake past my bedtime, then snuck into the living room to watch the movie. I'd seen an ad on TV. Yep, after that I laid in bed with my eyes wide open, covers pulled up to my chin, waiting for the sun to rise. 

5. The Blair Witch Project
Okay, I'm going out on a limb here, but I'm adult enough to admit, the first time I saw this film it gave me the chills, literally. I'd heard rumours it was real footage, taken on a camcorder by college students, who'd disappeared in the woods (the camcorder being the only thing found after they'd vanished without a trace). Then I heard the entire film was faked. Of course, we all know the truth now, but at the time of its release in 1999, the added status of urban myth twisting with made-up ghost stories and the home video style of filming, made for some fantastic marketing and, as a result it really terrified a lot of people. 

6. The Shining
Released in 1980, again, this is another film that produced images I'll never forget. When a mentally deranged man goes after his family with an axe, who are trapped with no possibility of escape.... Well, you get the picture.

7. The Entity
Another oldie, but definitely a goodie worth a mention. Even though The Exorcist was worse, this friggin' movie left images in my mind, I can never erase. And, since it was supposedly based on a true story, just like the aforementioned, it seemed to make the viewing experience even more memorable.

8. The Omen
The Omen is a 1976 British/American horror film starring Gregory Peck and Lee Remick, which did very well at the box office, and spawned several sequels. The synopsis is too long to write. Basically, you've got an evil child doing evil things.

9. Stay Alive
This movie freaked me out and gave me the willies at the same time. Can you imagine playing a video game and then that video game follows you into the real world, where you're forced to play it through to survive. Graphic with a capital G, Stay Alive definitely had some memorable scenes. 

10. The Rite
Another demented movie based on a true story. Anthony Hopkins tries to exorcise a young woman, but she dies, and he loses his faith, and the demon possesses him. Ah yes, what a thrilling and strange ride.

For my daughter, who suggested, "You should make a list of honourable mentions."

The Honourable Mentions List!

Black Christmas (original)
The Ruins
The Cavern
The Woman in Black (Daniel Radcliffe)
The Fourth Kind
Hide 'n' Seek
The Ring (based on the Japanese manga)
Paranormal Activity
Amityville Horror
The Haunting of Connecticut
Shutter (Japanese again)
Case 39
The Devil Inside
Friday The Thirteenth
Thirteen Ghosts

And just for fun...
Dark Shadows
The Adam's Family
Nightmare Before Christmas
Hotel Transylvania
The Scary Movie

Well, there you have it, the top ten movies that warped my mind!

Blak Rayne

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The Dirty Blonde - Tim Smith #ebook #romance #mystery #erotic #sex #adult fiction

“The Dirty Blonde” 
By Tim Smith

I’m pleased to announce the release of my newest romantic mystery from eXtasy books, “The Dirty Blonde – Vic Fallon Book 3.” This is a noir-ish crime caper in the style of Chandler, Westlake and Parker but in a contemporary setting. All of the elements are here – tough wisecracking private eye hero with a soft spot for the ladies, a femme fatale client who may or may not be telling the whole truth, some shady supporting characters, vivid atmosphere and snappy dialogue filled with sexual tension. The only thing missing is a cool jazz score by Henry Mancini or Quincy Jones, but we couldn’t format that into the book.

“Former cop Vic Fallon is content to live in Sandusky, Ohio on his disability settlement and take the occasional private eye job when he isn’t fishing. He doesn't really want to get involved in a missing persons case, but when Amy Bergen arrives from Tennessee looking for her estranged husband who’s avoiding divorce court, Vic is taken in by her southern charm and agrees to help her. His search brings him in contact with a local gangster wannabe, a crooked cop and a gambling syndicate. When another woman shows up claiming to be the missing man’s wife, the case takes a bizarre turn. Can Vic find the wayward husband before all of his wives catch up with him? Will his feelings for Amy develop into something more than professional?”

This is the third story in the Vic Fallon series, following “The Bundle” and “Lido Key” but the books don’t need to read in order. For the uninitiated, Vic Fallon was about to be let go from the Police force for making his point with his fists until he was wounded in the line of duty. He became a private eye but with a twist – he doesn’t really have to work and only takes a job when he’s bored or something intrigues him. He also gets involved with a different woman in each story, which keeps it interesting.

Here’s an excerpt showing his first up-close-and-personal with the heroine du jour:

Vic slowly swirled his glass of wine. “I just realized I haven’t been a very good tour guide.” 
“How do you mean?” 
“This is your first time up here and I haven’t offered to show you around. How would you like to take a trip to one of the islands tomorrow?” 
Amy gave him a coy smile. “I’d like it fine, but is this strictly good will on your part?” 
“Maybe not totally. I think we’ll find the answers to a few of our questions on Kelleys Island and I’d rather take you along than go alone. Simple enough?”
Her expression took on a bit more warmth. “Simple enough and you just got yourself a date for tomorrow.” She brought his hand to her mouth then planted a soft lingering kiss. “In fact, you may just have yourself a date for tonight. How does that sound to you?”
“It sounds like someone who’s on spring break and looking for a fling before they go back to the real world.”
She gently massaged his hand. “Now that’s what I’d call a skeptical observation. Would it offend your sense of order if I wanted to get to know you better?”
“No, it wouldn’t.”
He took another sip then looked at the darkening sky. Vic wanted nothing more than to get up close and personal with Amy, and she had been occupying a prominent place in his mind since they met. His initial qualms were now somewhat relieved after the spin she put on her situation. Apparently she wasn’t feeling inhibited, so why should he?

Vic stood, took Amy’s hand and prompted her to her feet. He led her into the living room, pulled her close and began dancing to the ballad Miles Davis was playing. Amy rested her head on Vic’s chest, wrapped her arms around him and sighed. He softly caressed her back with his open palm and inhaled her scent. He finally identified it as lavender, but with a musky quality. He also discovered that it was having an effect on his libido. He closed his eyes and enjoyed their closeness.  
He tilted Amy’s face to look into her eyes and lightly brushed her hair from her face. He kissed her softly, and Amy kissed him back, making a brief exploratory mission with her tongue while Vic ran his hands along her shoulders and back. Amy pulled him closer. He brushed her soft lips with his, breathed in her heady scent. His erection pushed hard against his pants and Amy pressed her hips against his, undulating in time with the music.
She put her hand on his cheek and lightly traced his jaw with her fingertips. Her eyes had taken on a dreamy glow. They continued slow dancing while gazing into each other’s eyes. Vic slid his hand down Amy’s back, rested it on her ass and gave a firm squeeze, making her giggle. She kissed him again and put her hand on his groin, fondling his hard-on through his pants.   
Vic guided her to the bedroom. He slipped his hands under Amy’s top, unfastened her bra then moved to caress her breasts. Amy pulled his face to hers to kiss him again and resumed fondling his groin. She slid down his body to her knees, unzipped his pants and freed his hardening prick. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked him to full hardness, then took him into her mouth, sucking him so slowly it was pure torture. Vic inhaled sharply and closed his eyes as Amy steadily took his entire length into her mouth and massaged the swollen head with the back of her throat. She started humming “Battle Hymn of the Republic” while she sucked him.
I always liked that song, Vic thought. 

                                                                        * * * *

If you’re in the mood for a blast from the B-movie past with a contemporary twist, pour a glass of whiskey, prop your feet on the desk, tip back your fedora and enjoy “The Dirty Blonde.” It’s the stuff dreams are made of. Available wherever great books are sold. Tim Smith is an award-winning, bestselling author whose books range from romantic mystery/thrillers to contemporary erotic romance. 
His website is: www.timsmithauthor.com.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Love Hurts Series - Sex, Ties and Videotape - Eva Lefoy #sex #gay #kink #erotic #BDSM #adult fiction #mustread #new release

Welcome to BRB, everyone! I hope you had an awesome weekend. My guest today is an author with a talent for writing BDSM, and she's back to share another steamy excerpt. Thank you for stopping by, Eva, it's always a treat. Enjoy!

Love Hurts Series 
by Eva Lefoy 

MLR Press GLBT light BDSM/Kink

The Love Hurts series was born when I answered a Valentine’s Day call for MLR Press. In book 1, Sex, Ties and Videotape, we meet Geoffrey, a man who’s been wronged by his previous lover, Brian, in a most public way. Geoffrey’s sitting alone in a Seattle gay bar drowning his sorrows when Brian’s best friend Paul shows up. He later makes a move on Geoffrey, who can’t believe his luck – he’s finally found someone who won’t laugh at his submissive needs!

Sex, Ties and Videotape:

Geoffrey begged his ex boyfriend, Brian, for some bondage, not public humiliation on YouTube. On Valentine’s Day, he runs into Brian's best friend Paul, who seems intent on righting Brian's wrongs. But trusting Paul means Geoffrey has to come clean with his needs … and his feelings.
Paul sees Geoffrey in the bar and knows this is his chance to convince him he’s nothing like Brian. He starts slow and safe, setting strict ground rules. But when Geoffrey insists on a reenactment of the same dom-play Brian used to hurt him, is a safeword enough to protect their fledgling love?


Geoffrey crossed his arms and didn’t pick it up. The suspicion in his eyes was clearer than a rare Seattle sunny day. “So, what are you saying?”
Good old-fashioned fear of rejection had butterflies flying furiously inside him. Did he tell Geoffrey about his feelings, or would it scare him off? To hell with the insecurity. I’ve waited too long for this moment. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”
From Geoffrey’s shocked expression, he hadn’t ever thought it possible. The new-found knowledge had Paul’s hands tightening into fists and tears stinging his eyes. I swear I’m killing Brian. He did this to him. I can’t fucking believe it.
“Me? Right. Paul, you’ve known me for how long?”
Good. A math problem. He could do that. “Ten years.”
Geoffrey nodded. “Uh-huh, and in all that time, you never once indicated you wanted to bone me. So what’s changed?”
“Hell, Geoff.” Paul ran his hand over his hair. “What was I supposed to do? You’ve been with Brian the last two years.” Saying it out loud pissed him off anew, so he hurried to the next subject. “Before that, you were with Andrew,” he ticked the names off on his fingers, “before that, Carl, and then some Asian guy, I can’t remember his name…”
Geoffrey’s demeanor softened, his shoulders relaxing. “Myung.”
“Yeah, and then before him there was …well, it doesn’t matter who else. But it’s not like you’ve been available.” He took the opportunity to close some of the space between them. Getting the upper hand in this conversation helped his confidence.
“Neither have you.”
He nodded and took another step. “I know. It’s true. I’ve been with a string of guys, too. So no, I’ve never had the opportunity to tell you how much I’ve wanted you.” Now he stood mere inches from the man he desired. He tried desperately not to drool.
“Why would you want me?”
“How would you know what kind of guy I really want?” Paul placed a hand on Geoffrey’s lower back and tugged him closer. “If it’s unclear, I’d be happy to show you.” When Geoff didn’t resist, he cupped the back of his head and pressed their bodies together. His cock rubbed against Geoffrey’s thigh, and Geoff’s against his. The perfect bliss of the moment had him eager to spill right in his pants, but convincing Geoffrey he was serious came first. He angled Geoffrey’s head and planted greedy lips over his.
Sex, Ties and Videotape is available from:

MLR Press http://bit.ly/1jMmD6W 
All Romance Ebooks http://bit.ly/1eKmEQt

Book II - Kink Club Blues:

Paul and Geoffrey return from their special trip to Paris. Paul plans to propose to Geoffrey but first, his urge to protect his lover drives him to close an old loophole. He visits Brian, demanding the original video he made of Geoffrey be destroyed.

Brian doesn't understand what Paul's upset about, or his dominant streak. But the clearer Paul's feelings for Geoffrey become to him, the more Brian desires to have a man love him the same way. Curiosity draws him to the local kink club, and into the arms of a man whose punishment gives him all he secretly craves.

Book III - Dom of Destruction:

When new and impulsive sub, Brian is injured in a bad scene, the incident opens old wounds for his sometimes-Dom, Gar. While doling out revenge, Gar must come to terms with his fear of relationships and learn the shocking truth about his former lover, Angel.

Meanwhile, Paul’s uncontrolled jealousy of Brian comes to light and Geoffrey threatens to cancel their engagement if he won’t get his anger under control. In different ways the aftermath of the sadistic Dom’s destructive force puts these four men on the track to future happiness, but some will suffer more scars than others.

Author Bio and Contact:
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

New Release - The Jock - Blak Rayne #gay #erotic #romance #contemporary #sex #adult #fiction

The Jock - New Release for YSD!
By Blak Rayne

 ‘Time is evanescent. Memories are forever.’

Stuck in a traffic jam on the highway, in the middle of a record-breaking heat wave, Adrian Greene has more on his fevered mind than praying for rain and getting home. With little else to do, his thoughts stray to a better time in his life—his youth and an adventurous three years spent with his first boyfriend. If there’s one thing he longs for, it’s a chance to relive it all.


I avoided Tim for days afterwardthe cafeteriaanywhere I happened to see him, or hear his voice. Until we met up in science class and I had nowhere left to run. Mr. Gilchrist wouldn’t allow anyone to swap partners, even though I told him it was a life-or-death situation. He just glared, pointing to the back of the classroom. I edged along the wall, avoiding everyone’s prying stares and slumped into the chair next to Tim, dumping my notebook on the table.
“It’s been a while,” he murmured, below the teacher’s announcements.
I refused to answer him and took out my pen.
“Sooner or later you’ve got to speak to me.” Sitting erect, he flipped open the science book. “We’re partners and we’ve got a project to do.”
He placed the book between us, and his hand brushed mine. I flashed a timid grin at him and he smiled. Why did he have to be attractive and the sole object of my carnal desire?
We read the next chapter in the textbook and discussed what we’d do for the project. The time went quickly, and before the class ended, we were putting together the fragmented pieces of our friendship. We talked about our parents and music, and sports, not that I had any real interest, however we did avoid the “lump under my chip bag” topic.
The bell rang.
Tim shot to his feet and slipped me a piece of paper from his notebook. “Read it when you get home.”
“Huh?” I started to unfold it and he snatched it from my grasp.
“Didn’t you hear me? Not here, Adrian, okay?” He glanced about, lowering his voice. “Promise me.”
“Ah…okay.” I stuffed the paper in a rear pocket.
“See you tomorrow!”
And with that, he was gone like a bullet, the first out of the classroom. Guys didn’t write guys notes, not usually anyway, so naturally he’d piqued my curiosity. Floating from the room wearing a grin, I wove through the oncoming maze of students. Outside, my mother had parked along the curb, across the street in the shade of a maple tree. She waved and smiled.
“How was your day?” She started the car.
“Good!” I clicked the seat belt and then lifted my rump to get at the note. Apprehensive, though eager, I unfolded the lined piece of paper.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing, just a note from a friend….” I read the first couple sentences and my cheeks flushed. Even though the majority of Timothy’s chicken-scratch handwriting was almost impossible to decipher, ‘fondle your balls’ came across pretty clear. 
She glanced at me. “It must be somethingyour face is red.”
Scrunching the paper, I laughed nervously. My groin ached with sexual arousal. “It sure is hot in here!”
“Is it?”
“Oh yeah, I’m boiling, Mom.” I fanned a hand in front of my face while stuffing the paper back into my pocket.
“Well, turn on the air-conditioning.”
Fiddling with the knobs, I asked, “Is dad home yet?”
“Tomorrow night, honey. Remember?”
“That’s right, ” I said cheerfully. “It’ll be nice to see him.”
“It will be.” She kept her hands at ten and two, never deviating. “You know, you should invite that boy over for dinner tomorrow night.”
She laughed, dithering a little over his name. “Tim, I think. You said he’s new to the school and doesn’t have a lot of friends yet.”
I thought about the letter and whether it would be a wise idea. “I don’t know if he’d want to.”
“It wouldn’t hurt to ask.”

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