Saturday, April 01, 2006

Spring Flings


It's here! The Spring Flings Anthology from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. This is a collection of 10 short stories from 10 WCPT authors--including yours truly and three other Indulge authors--Jenna Howard, Anna J. Evans and December Quinn.

My story is titled Chocolate-Covered Werewolves, because, well, there's a werewolf, and chocolate syrup... here's an excerpt (warning: contains adult language):

“Hello.” Sydney Langdon held the telephone receiver to her ear and tried to inject a smile into her voice. “Winter, spring, summer or fall, all you have to do is call Friends.” It was hard, sounding like she cared, because she really didn’t want to be inside today. Spring was in full bloom and she wanted to get out and breathe in the cool air, smell the flowers, feel the late morning sun warming her face… She had a serious case of cabin fever.

“Sydney. Thank God. I don’t know what to do.” Ramy Roberts’ voice raised a full octave. “My neighbor is a vampire!”

Syd sighed. Again with the vampires. Although she couldn’t complain about it too much. The last time Ramy thought a vampire had moved next door, Killian Murphy had literally slammed into her life. In the form of his truck backing into her car.

And, of course, Killian had turned out not to be a vampire. She’d expected nothing else, because everyone knew vampires didn’t exist. But she’d learned that werewolves did.

My, Grandma, what big teeth you have… She grinned, remembering the first time she’d used that line on Killian. He looked so sexy when he had on just his blue jeans. The top button unbuttoned, showing more of that tantalizing trail of dark hair that led from his navel, tempting her with what lay further down.

Killian, with stormy gray eyes that turned tawny when his wolf was aroused. Killian, with his long, lean body, broad, skilled hands and wicked, wicked mouth…

“Sydney! Are you listening to me?” Ramy’s voice was shrill, bordering on hysterical.

Syd rubbed her forehead. Oy. What she wouldn’t give for a toffee nut latte right now. “Ramy…”

“Don’t you use that tone with me, young lady. I am not crazy.”

“I didn’t say you were, ma’am.” Syd stifled her next sigh and curled the phone cord around her index finger. Why her? Why now? She’d planned on taking the afternoon off and surprising Killian with a picnic lunch.

Complete with dessert. She just hadn’t figured out yet if she wanted him covered in chocolate or honey.

Mmm. Big, hard male smothered in rich, creamy chocolate syrup. Her body moistened and loosened at the thought of licking the sticky substance off his muscular frame. Sucking it off his thick, stiff cock.

Instead of chocolate bunnies in her Easter basket, she’d get a life-size chocolate werewolf.

Copyright ©2006 Sherrill Quinn. All Rights Reserved.


Also available from WCPT today is Torrid Teasers Volume 4 by Anna J. Evans--two hot, hot stories from this very talented writer.

What are you waiting for?!? Go. Now. Buy.

11 comments:

For The Trees said...

Yeah, this is YOUR time. When all those stories come out and hit the unsuspecting public like a stealth tongue in the ear. Like a surreptitious hand suddenly touching your crotch. Like a hot wet mouth suddenly fastening on your erect nipple...just surprise followed by some of the most delicious sensations ever known to humankind. Yep, your stories are out and on the bookstands.

Now all you gotta do is pull a JA Konrath and promote, promote, promote. Flail the Internet with your perfect presence. Get a Push'em Up bra and lotsa low cut blouses - or the mental/emotional equivalent - and promote your works. Because they're exceptional. And needed in this world of sexless stupidity, of people so frustrated by a harried lifestyle that they can't do anything about sex but dream.

You're in the right place at the right time for ALL the right reasons. Revel in it. Run naked through the newly-mown fields in the gorgeous sunlight. Let your hair down. Refuse to wear shoes until the ambient temperature hits 100 and the asphalt's too hot not to wear foot protection.

Ah, Sherrill, ain't imagination a wonderful thing? Yours sure is pluperfect. Congratulations on another book out.

Sherrill Quinn said...

Thanks, Forrest. I appreciate the support. :)

Sherrill Quinn said...

Thanks, Kate. I'm waiting impatiently for July when your Torrid Teasers comes out! :)

smr said...

Wooohooooo again, Sherrill!! How exciting! I would be so dizzily giddy if I were in your shoes!

*Monty Python narrator voice:*

"And now for something completely different..."

I wanted to pick your brain a little bit about your recent male/female research. I watched a cute movie last night (Wedding Date) and it got me wondering about the male POV. Oh heck, I'm clear as mud again. I'll email you! lol ~Su

smr said...

PS Forrest is right -- this is YOUR time. :^) I like basking in the glow that is reflecting off of you. *VBG*

Sherrill Quinn said...

Thanks, Su! But you know, when you mentioned Monty Python, the only thing that came to my mind was "But I don't like Spam!" LOL

Faltenin said...

Well done! ((big hug))

But doesn't the chocolate stick to the werewolf hairy chest? Or does this werewolf wax his body? (shudders at the thought, being a real-life werewolf himself)

Sherrill Quinn said...

Well, Fal, let's just say that Sydney is a bit ... judicious in her choice of exactly *where* the chocolate goes. :)

Anonymous said...

Yay Sherrill!! Whooo...look at us...anthology sistahs!

Fal...you're so bad. So you howl hm? Then why is your avatar a pussy cat? (Makes a note in her Fal notebook: howls. *ponders to herself* I wonder what makes him howl?)

smr said...

Jenna said:

"(Makes a note in her Fal notebook: howls. *ponders to herself* I wonder what makes him howl?)"

Umm, might he howl because he knows what chocolate syrup stuck in his werewolf-like chest hair feels like? Hmm?

~Su

Sherrill Quinn said...

Yeah, pulling on chest hairs can be rather painful from what my werewolf father tells me. LOL