Friday, February 13, 2009

Brit Party Wins!!

First off: Cuddles and ChaCha have posted their first podcast at Aural Sex. It's not a live podcast so you can listen at any time. Check it out!!!

Earlier this week, I had some great news. Brit Party won Best Anthology of 2008 from Rites of Romance Reviews.

BLURB:

Dana’s job title is scientist not babysitter. She’s irritated when her boss slates her to accompany department bad boys, Christopher and Jason, to a meeting in London on her weekend off. Since her job transfer to England, she’s hidden her attraction to the much younger men. Unfortunately, the attraction seems to be growing every day and every night she fantasises about them. Three days virtually alone with them will be no fantasy and might instead be an embarrassing disaster. But…

Jason and Christopher have had their eyes on Dana since she joined their department. Through a little finagling they’ve arranged for her to be part of this trip. They’re sure her project is a spot on compliment to theirs and her presence will be an ideal addition to their bed. Now all they have to do is convince her that the bad boys will make her perfect boy toys. Forever.

OTHER REVIEWS FOR BRIT PARTY:

OUTSTANDING READ!! Boys Toys by the talented Brynn Paulin is the next story in this anthology. I loved the whole concept of this story! It’s a great combination of smart characters, interesting plot and incredible sex! ~~Simply Romance Reviews

Brynn Paulin turns the heat up. Boy Toys is an engaging read. ~~NovelTalk

BRIT PARTY is a fabulously scorching collection of ménage that is certain to bring about the need to douse some flames. I absolutely adored this multiple partnered tale, and I am hard pressed to pick one story that was better than the others.~~Novel Talk

REVIEWER TOP PICK!! All six of these writers are clearly talented, having written several stand-alone books throughout their careers. They don’t disappoint this time around by giving expertly compiled stories of romance filled with erotic pleasure that leave us breathless and wanting more... If you’re looking for an enticing and exhilarating read to keep on your bookshelf, this is the one. ~~Night Owl Romance

EXCERPT: A hot bath, some hot thoughts, perhaps a quick but hot finger-fuck and maybe she’d relax. She needed to forget the idea of sex with Christopher and Jason. They were her co-workers, for God’s sake. She might need affirmation that she was still a sensual woman, but not with them. Trouble was, she didn’t really want anyone else, even if it was career suicide.

She just needed to keep this obsession to herself. They didn’t need to know.

Four hours in a car with them was about three hours fifty-five minutes too long. Their presence had seemed to fill the vehicle while their scents…

Their colognes were different yet similar with woodsy under-notes which mixed with their natural aromas to knock her off balance. It was such an intoxicating blend of…man. Her sex throbbed as she recalled it. He ex’s scent had never spurred such arousal. It was namby pamby at best and didn’t inspire thoughts of being dragged up against a warm, hard chest. Or two.

She grinned. She was so bad, imagining both Christopher and Jason at once. Fucking the two of them had been the theme of her fantasies for months and she didn’t reckon that would change any time soon. There was something decidedly naughty about the idea of taking her pleasure with two men…but the fact that they were both ten years her junior titillated her senses beyond reason. She chuckled. In her dreams they could be her boy toys.

Mmm…yeah. Her own personal boy toys ripe for her bidding. She liked that.

Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt. Her eyes drifted shut as she thought of Jason, his intent chocolate brown eyes filled with passion as he reached for her while Christopher reached for his fly. Jason would be the unbuttoning type. Christopher would be a ripper. Since she didn’t want to ruin her blouse, she went with the least destructive.

His fingers would graze her breasts as he slowly pushed one pearlised button after another through the holes. Her breath caught as knuckles brushed her skin. Her nipples tightened without being touched and suddenly her lacy, underwire bra seemed too tight. A sigh trembled from between her lips as her top slipped down her arms and floated to the bathroom’s tiled floor to land beside the skirt she’d discarded earlier.

Moisture flooded her pussy, lubricating the folds she’d soon caress. Moaning, she cupped her breasts enclosed in Victoria’s Secret’s finest. Sexy lingerie was her secret indulgence and one she’d never fed when she’d been with her ex. He didn’t care what she wore…she did. Now she bought what she wanted and what she wanted was naughty panties and bras. No one else saw them but they made her feel good.

Her cream seeped into the silk over her sex as she imagined her boy toys seeing what she wore beneath her suits. One hand drifted down over her slightly rounded belly. She ran her palm over the garter holding up her stocking. Christopher would kneel in front of her and run his hands over her silk encased legs. Of the two, he was the more tactile. She’d nearly gone through the roof when he’d put his hand on her back earlier. Only a bite to the inside of her lip had stopped a moan and the urge to beg him to slide his hand south.

She did moan now as she tormented her nipple with one hand and pushed the fingers of the other beneath her satin and lace panties. Sensations shot between her breasts and pussy, making her thighs tremble. The muscled in her abdomen tightened as heat coiled in her womb and her body readied for an impending explosion.

Not yet. She wanted this to last. She wanted to be so sated that she wouldn’t think of Jason and Christopher for a few hours. Like that would happen…but she happily deluded herself while she slipped her fingers through her nether curls. Her folds were slippery as she leisurely stroked through them turned on by how turned on she was. She flicked over her clit, shuddering as lightning surged through her.

She jumped as a knock rattled on her door. She struggled from the sexual haze which had enveloped her. Spinning, she spied the white courtesy robe left out by the hotel’s housekeeping. Slipping into the voluminous garment, she tied the belt tightly around her waist and kicked off her heels. The knock came again accompanied by a deep, “Room service.”

She sighed. Christopher. What timing. What would he think if he knew she’d been fantasising about him touching her just moments before? After flipping open the deadbolt, she swung open the door. Her eyes went wide at the sight of not one but both of her companions outside the door. They’d changed and were now dressed in faded, low slung jeans and T-shirts which clung to their muscled curves. Damn, these men didn’t look like scientists…they looked like models. Hot, well-developed models.

They crowded into her room before she could stop them, and Jason pushed shut the door. He held a champagne glass in his hand. She realised that Christopher did as well—actually, he had two glasses and a bottle of bubbly. Where the hell had they gotten that? She’d wager it was even chilled.

“We thought maybe you’d like a drink,” he said, reaching to set the glasses and bottle on the counter just beyond her. Jason’s followed.

She shook her head, her heart starting an erratic pounding rhythm. “Guys, this isn’t a good idea—”

“It’s a perfect idea,” Christopher responded, stepping close so that the space between them disappeared. So did her air. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. The sexual haze returned, clouding her vision.

“And a long time coming…” Jason added, taking her trembling hand. His lips closed over her fingers as Christopher’s mouth covered hers. All thoughts of saying no, all reasons to deny this, disappeared. She wrapped her free arm around Christopher’s neck. Lifting on her toes, she opened for his thrusting tongue while she pressed her breasts to his chest. The thick terrycloth stymied feeling him fully, but it couldn’t disguise the hard planes pushing at her nipples.

“Mmm, what’s this I taste?” Jason growled. “Naughty, naughty girl. Having a bit of fun were we?”

Have a hot weekend!
~~B

9 comments:

Cindy Spencer Pape said...

Congrats to all of you!

Dakota Rebel said...

Wow, I had no idea! That's really exciting. I am so oblivious even to my own stuff it's a little embarassing.

The Podcast was awesome and I would like to extend a big thank you to my better half, ChaCha is hilarious and makes me look good. So thank you!

XoXoXo
Dakota

Mia Watts said...

Well done, Ms. Paulin. Excerpt reads hot and reviews all praise you.

Appreciate the add to your blog list. Am getting hits from your site.

Bronwyn Green said...

Awesome podcast - absolutely hilarious! I can't wait for the next one!

CONGRATS on Brit Party - you guys rock!!!!!

Smut Girl said...

wow. ten years her junior? rock on! and rock on for your win. yay! :)
xoxo
sommer

Molly Daniels said...

Congrats! I enjoyed Brit Party:)

Anny Cook said...

Um, what happened to your blog? It's all black and red with blue daisies at the top???

Brynn Paulin said...

Oops! Thanks Anny! I was demonstrating something to someone and didn't get it changed back before I went to lunch.

Ashley Ladd said...

Congrats! How did I NOT know our anthology won??? What other planet have I been on?