Linda Nightingale's Hot Spanish Nights

Lyn and Sharon are ready for the fiesta planned here at the famous Spanish Xeres Mansion, for after the bullfight. The hot Matador's, Picadors, and Banderilleros, join the Rejoneadors as they strut around in their sexy costumes.The Rejoneador owns his own horses. Usually a string of six or more, intricately trained to respond to his every movement, they learn to avoid the bulls horns and aid their riders. More than once Sharon has pulled Lyn off of some handsome devil she's spied. But,  party time approaches and they are concerned. Mary was assigned to pick the lovely Bianca Swan up.

Despite their telling her to hire a car she insisted on picking Bianca up herself, in a grand Spanish Volante carriage pulled by two Andalusians. Bianca's favorite horse because of it's sleek coat, long mane and flowing tail. She owns her own stallion and rides frequently herself, she has won many classes in dressage, hunting, jumping, Western, you name it, she is an avid horsewoman. But, maybe using Mary to pick her up was a mistake.


"Where are they?" Sharon paces and adjusts her cocktail dress which tends to ride up her grande derriere.

She looks great in blue. Lyn has opted for an Emerald green number, her favorite!
"Oh you worry too much, what could happen?"


"It can't be more then half a mile from where Bianca is staying at Damian's home. Damian and Erica are both here. But no Bianca and Mary. I'm getting woried ."

Lyn tries to cover her feet with the long, flowing, dress, she is wearing, but, those darn hooves just still stick out.


"Lyn, this is Mary we are talking about. Remember when we had her pick up that young author who wrote about the spaceship that picked up a girl and she fell in love with a ... Never mind,  you know she scared the poor young woman to death when she arranged to have the Alien impersonators kidnap her for the roast. Then the time she put the note on my back, 'Yell if you got happy last night', people were yelling at me all darn day! Well all we can do is hope for the best. Oh, my, God, look at what she's done this time!"

Sharon's face turns beet red and she gestures to Oliver as he shakes his head. Mary and Bianca are singing at the top of their lungs. "La kookoo ratcha, la kookoo ratcha," Mary belts out. Bianca sings along.

"Why are they tipsy? Mary doesn't drink?" Sharon looks at Oliver. "I told you so, she's crazy!"

Oliver chuckles and with one on each arm, guides the two tipsy women to the fresh coffee he's just brewed, then goes off to show Damian, who  arrived fresh from the horse fair, where to change into his tux.

Not too much later he returns with Mary and Bianca  "I thought it was fruit juice, turns out they were Margarita's, who knew?"

"Mary pull up your top your balloon boobs are falling out." Sharon quips then cracks up as Mary pushess the offending appendages back into her long, maroon evening dress and looks at Lyn cross eyed.

"Come girls." Bianca grabs them and pulls them with her. "Let's introduce you to Damian and Erica." Damian gracefully takes each of their hands into his and kisses it gently, his warm lips inviting. Lyn passes out and Oliver picks her up before she hits the floor in a swoon.

Dressed in a tux and looking his best, Damian then takes Erica's palm and kisses it, his breath raises goose bumps on her and and she smiles. Shyly she lowers her lush lashes and lifts her gaze to his. Her lovely ethnic dress is unbelievably sexy on her. Electricity seems to fill the air.

The tables are piled high with wonderful authentic ethnic foods. From Paella of all kinds, Gazpacho, Hake, Butifarra, Calamares, stews of many types, and Chuletillas, along with saugsages, cheeses, Migas the air is filled with wonderful smells. The desert tables hold flan, rice pudding, Churro, Pionono, and Tejas sit ready to cater to the sweet tooth of guests.


The beverage table is filled with Sangria, Oruho, Kalimotxo, beer, Aguardiente and juices. Margaritas flow as the waiters make dozens.


Sharon looks around and realizes it's time to start the roast.

She grabs Mary and Lyn and the sister hostess's hug before Sharon announces.

"Welcome, welcome, my friends. To Bianca Swan's party. We are the Author Roast and Toast hostesses and we are here to celebrate the release of Bianca's new romance, 'Hot Spanish Nights'. We hope you all have a a wonderful night right here with us! Please pick up your signed copies at the book table. And Party On everyone!" Cheers and cat calls fill the room as Damian and Erica take to the dance floor. Mary, Lyn and Sharon have done it again.


"Have a great time and please comment!" Mary, Lyn and Sharon smile as Bianca begins to sign the dozens of books that people are buying.

Sharon shakes herself and realizes that the room is filled with happy guests."Come on girls it's time." She hugs her sister hostesses and they hug her back. "Ready." Nods and smiles follow.

"Everyone, attention please! Welcome to Bianca Swan's roast for her wonderful new release, 'Hot Spanish Nights', and we all hope you have a fantastic night right here! Please pick up your signed books and have your own hot Spanish night!


WARNING - ADULT CONTENT

HOT SUMMER NIGHTS

Southern vixen Erica DeLongpre journeys to Spain to find the horse of her dreams, never expecting to find a man capable of stirring her sexual awareness. Damián Xérès, a renowned bullfighter is deliciously skilled on a horse—and in bed. But a woman from Damian's past rattles Erica's confidence and threatens the very essence of her trip. With Lucia waiting for the slightest chink in her armor, Erica can't help wonder what lies ahead in those Hot Spanish Nights.

A handsome bullfighter no woman could resist,

Courage, danger and lust in the Hot Spanish Nights.

Excerpt;

Erica DeLongpre was living her fantasy.At last, she was in Spain, in Andalusia. 

And in lust.

She and tall, dark and handsome Damián Xérès rode the magnificent gray stallion bareback. This enticing man smelled of horses and leather, and he was all man, from the top of his head to the tips of his shiny riding boots—an enchanting journey of about six feet-two-inches. The horse’s silvery mane whipped in the breeze. Flowers spilled their scent into the morning. The sun on the white sand of the riding arena was blinding, like a dream.

She closed her eyes, pictured the man behind her. His brilliant white shirt, open at the neck, showed a sprinkling of dark hair on his chest. She leaned back pretending the strong arm lightly circling her waist hugged her tight against that muscled chest. As she rocked with the cadence of the horse’s canter, she imagined Damián’s shaft against her butt. When she visualized how his erection would look in the tight riding breeches, a pleasant shiver glided over her.

Mustn’t let my imagination run away like this.

“Sit deep,” he said, and her fantasy became a reality as he slid closer.

His long legs molded to hers, stroked ever so slightly to the three-beat thud of hooves. Sweat broke on her brow. Her heart pounded in her ears, reverberating in her core. She should inch away from the hard pressure, but he felt too damned good. Images of turning around and doing him on the horse scrolled through her mind. She lost the rhythm of the stallion’s smooth gait and slid to the side.

Damián’s arm closed around her waist, steadying her. “We must work on your seat, Erica. You look beautiful on a horse, but you must become one with him.”

Thinking of becoming one with him—the man not the horse—caused the problem.

Bianca lives in Texas with her baby grand piano and is very fond of her snazzy little convertible.  She still believes in the power of love—and the power of lust—and enjoys delving into the soul of both the L-Words, bringing to life hot men and the hot women who love them.

Bianca  dressed as Phantom Of The Opera, riding Bonito

Hot Spanish Nights

Bianca Swan

Available from The Wild Rose Press, The Wilder Roses

Hot Spanish Nights

http://www.thewildrosepress.com

http://www.biancaswanblog.wordpress.com

The Winner of Rachel Lynne's download is:

  

KATSRUS

Congratulations Sue.  Hope you enjoy your prize.
sandracox1@gmail.com

Apologies for the lateness of this announcement. (Can't get the staff, you know! :) )


Thanks so much to everyone who took part and made this such a fun day.


Sharon, Mary and Lyn appear on-stage, holding hands, to take a bow
They hug each other and wave before leaving the stage.

Sandra Cox celebrates 'Moon Watchers' in the forest of wolves

The girls are off for a trip to the Black Forest. Shapeshifters, vampires and all sorts of creatures are out this night, but mostly, mostly the woods are full of Werewolves!

The three hostesses of the Author Roast and Toast find themselves in a woody, dark, forest. Somewhere along the trail they followed there is supposed to be a party happening. "Listen Mary, I don't want you to pet any of the 'doggies', I keep telling you they are not dogs!" Sharon tries to warn her, shakes her head, and the motion sets her big butt to swaying. "They're werewolves for goodness sakes. There's a big difference dummy!"

"They're canines aren't they? Who cares what they do during the day as long as they are doggies at night!" Mary peers into the gloom ahead anxiously. "Sharon, you are just a fraidy cat! That's why you don't like them. How bad could it be?"

All three of them are dressed in black, Lyn has added a long cape to her outfit, she twirls every so often as she walks along. Sharon has opted for a black boustier with her tight jeans, hoping no one will notice her BB(big butt), and Mary a long, black, low cut, empire waist, dress, that trails behind her, enhancing her ample cleavage..

"Yeah, Sharon, what's the big deal. I'm sure the werewolf society would love to have someone with hooters like Mary's as one of their kind." Lyn, barks and laughs hysterically. "This place is givin' me the creeps. Where the heck is this cabin where we're supposed to be having Sandra's roast?"

"There it is!" Sharon points to a dark wood log cabin just ahead. "Look there's Oliver. "Oh Oliver, we're herrrrrrrreeee!"

Oliver smiles his sexy grin and waves. He is also dressed in black and his tee shirt hugs ample muscles. Oliver guides them into the cabin and inside everything is ready and waiting. a fire crackles in the fireplace, and candles are all over the room.

Hot pizzas sit on warming plates, bowls of potato chips brim with crispy delights.
 

 Mounds of pop tarts line plates, each one marked as to flavor. Ding dongs, HoHos, and Twinkies, among every kind of snack cake known are on plates piled high as possible.


 

 A large coconut cake with a miniature copy of Moon Watchers on it takes up one whole table
 


Oliver passes them their choice of mochas and lattes

"I wish you'd get your clodhopper off my foot Lyn.  You're gonna break it! Then what will I do."

Mary hops and holds her foot when Lyn frees her.

Lyn glares at Mary. But Mary smiles and hugs her. After all she can't help it if her feet are huge. Lyn looks at her friends, "group hug?" They all three throw their arms around one another.

"Hey, here comes Sandra and her friends, Jo, and Braden." Sharon points out the open door. "Come on girls let's go wish her luck." As they rush out the door they can hear Oliver laughing behind them.

"You look lovely Sandra" All three of the hostesses chuckle as they chime in together She is dressed in fantastic jeans, boots, and a fancy top. "Welcome to your roast, let the party begin."

"Thanks you guys, No Mary! Don't pet that...!!!" Sandra tries to stop her. But too late Mary has gotten herself into trouble. A large wolf snaps at her and manages to nick her in the hand before Mary pulls it back."Uh

Oh,"Sandra whispers. "Mary has just been bitten by a werewolf. Mind you a very handsome man resides somewhere in all that muscle and fur. He has just made her into, into...Well you'll see later."

"Gosh fellow, I was just trying to pet you." Mary sticks out her lower lip. "Bad dog." The huge brown wolf shows it's fang, but runs away when Sandra snaps her fingers.

"Sharon and Lyn could I speak to you?" Sandra makes sure that Mary can't hear her. "You know what she's done right?"

"I knew it, that ding bat is now a- a- I can't say it." Sharon sighs."She always gets herself into some kinda trouble. Oliver?"

Oliver winks at Sharon, nods he knows what to do. He knew one of them would get bitten today and he is ready

"Well, we don't need to get that watchdog anymore." Lyn laughs. "We'll take care of her Sandra, don't worry. Oliver knows all kinds of magic and he will turn her back. But not right away. Let her be for a bit." Lyn looks at Sharon and they both crack up. "Mary is gonna love it, I know her." Lyn adds.

Mary walks up and raises one eyebrow. "I know what you're thinking. I know you want to say I told you so, but I love doggies, aannnddd wolves of all kind. I wonder what color I'd be if I was a werewolf? Don't look at me like that. I can't help myself. Besides." Mary howls! "It's Sandra Cox's day and her book is gonna sell like hotcakes. Look there is already a line at the book table!" Several shapeshifters stand in a long line waiting to buy 'Moon Watchers' "This party is gonna be fantastic." Owwwww OOOOUWWWWW!" Mary belts out.

"Mary you haven't changed," Lyn says, "yet..."

So the thing is. What should Mary do now? Will she turn into a wolf??

What would you do if you were bitten by a werewolf?

That's the real question today! What would, you do?

 MOON WATCHERS

Blurb:

Some people think being a Were hunter is weird. For me it’s perfectly normal. What I see as odd is my attraction to the hunkalicious Braden Knight. Why? I think he’s a vampire.

EXCERPT:
As the full moon rose above the leafless black trees, an eerie howl shattered the night. I rubbed the goose bumps on my arms and felt the hair on my neck rise. Moonlight fell in shadowy patches across the living room floor of the cottage I’d inherited on my eighteenth birthday, last week to be exact.

Dad’s in Europe, tracking down a tip he got on a Weres pack. That’s how I’ve come to be alone deep in the forests of Minnesota where there is considerable werewolf activity.

I’ve hunted Weres since I was thirteen, but this is the first time I’ve been completely on my own.
 

A branched tapped against the window. I jumped then shook my head at my nerves. “Geez.” When my heart settled down, I leaned forward and peered out the window. My hand tightened on the long silver knife at my waist. Nothing moved outside. “Get a grip, Jo.”
 

I took a deep breath and started toward the kitchen. The tapping came again, this time louder. I whirled. It wasn’t the window, it was the door. Someone or something was on the other side.

My legs stiff, my knees locked, I took one slow step after another. My hand wrapped around the knife and tightened till my knuckles turned white. Who could be out at--I glanced at my watch-- ten at night in an isolated corner of the north. I crept through the living room into the tiny foyer.

I took a deep breath and cleared my mind, the way dad taught me. Nerves left me. The cold logic of the warrior set in. Making sure the chain was in place, I cracked the door, ready to slice anything too close to the opening.

“Hello, Jolene.”

My hand fell to my side. I gaped in astonishment. I removed the latch and stood in the doorway, one hand on the frame, stunned.

“Braden! What are you doing here?” I’d met Braden Knight briefly when I visited my distant cousin Zoe Tempest, vampire hunter extraordinaire. Perhaps you’ve heard of her. If not, I guarantee you will. She’s come to hunting the undead rather late in life--seventeen--but she’s taken to it like a pro, swift, vigilant and tough.

    
But I’m stalling. I’d felt an attraction for Braden Knight from the first moment I saw his bronzed pecs and thick chestnut hair.

“Zoe told me your dad was in Europe and left you alone in the middle of Nowhere Minnesota. May I come in?”

 
Damn good question. Zoe had confided her fears to me that the handsome man standing in front of me was of the undead variety. But whether of the pranic--that lives on other people’s energy and aren’t truly undead--or the blood--that survives on warm, red heart fluid--she wasn’t sure.

Zoe’s not even sure he’s a vampire. All she knows is that he has extraordinary powers for a nineteen year old human.

Suddenly, the decision was made for me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a huge black wolf rush forward, its lips drawn back in a snarl, its fangs gleaming, its eyes blood red.

Without thought, I jerked Braden inside and slammed the door.

Multi-published author Sandra Cox lives with her husband, five cats, a dog and an occasional foster cat in sunny North Carolina. She’s a vegetarian and has two grown children.

You can find her on the web at:

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