Let's Talk Toys!

Mr. Lyons and I have been married 21 years this summer. I fell for his waterbed and cat-loving ways when we first met. >^..^< The man did not own a pair of cowboy boots or dance to anything that wasn’t a mosh pit, but I educated him right quick — if he wanted this cowgirl, Wranglers and Alabama and the two-step would need to be added to his vocabulary — and wardrobe — fast!

(right to use photo purchased by Larissa from a stock photo site)

But I digress. Toys. Do you like them in your books? In real life? Do you like food play in your sex scenes, whether they’re between the sheets of your bed or in the pages of your favorite book? What would you like to read about that you haven’t seen in a story?

Is there anything you’d like to try in real life? Have you ever experienced a toy (or condiment), with or without a partner, that makes your knees go weak when you think of it? I confess, though I’ve never seen anything like this outside my imagination, ever since Terri wrote “There’s another real nice toy….one side is feathers and the other a type of whip. Which will he choose?” in the comments of this post, I can’t get it out of my mind

When it comes to Mr. Lyons and moi, one of us would like to experiment, to fool around a bit with squirt cans of whipped cream, with the drizzle of chocolate sauce. The other? Says Nah, bring on the baby oil! I’ll leave it to your imagination how those encounters end up.

What brought all this on? Well, I’ve just submitted Book 2 of my Power Player series which features professional hockey players and the woman who gets between them–in bed, in the hallway, etc… While writing the last sex scene, I noticed a creative use of chocolate sauce flowed out of my pen. In fact, I think I subtitled that particular chapter “Chocolate Sauce to the Rescue” so it got me to thinking about future stories, future ideas.

Check out book 1, My Two-Stud Stand, if you like your men hung, hot and hanging around an ice rink. $2.49 erotica release available from Ellora’s Cave.

Because sometimes, a girl just really needs a good, hard puck…

When a professional hockey player—Russian by birth, sexy by the grace of God—propositions her, usually inhibited Carolina allows herself to be seduced with heavily accented words and devastating kisses, right up to Rurik’s hotel room. Where Carolina, drugged on passion and feeling more self-assured by the second, is faced with two “players” when Rurik’s roommate, the team goalie Jeff, emerges fresh from the shower.

Confronted with the prospect of a two-stud stand, enraptured by Rurik’s kisses and Jeff’s speculative glower, Carolina debates with her protesting conscience. At stake? The night of her life. The prize? More orgasms than she knows what to do with.

To read an excerpt, click here or on the sexy cover. >^..^<

And stay tuned. I’ll have some cowboy-story news before too long…

Happy Friday! Larissa