Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Smutty Christmas ABC’s with Em Petrova

Today I'm happy to share a blog from Em Petrova, one of the hottest selling erotica writers on the web, who is sharing some smutty Christmas ideas, as well as her latest release, Controlled Burn.

Take it away, Em...

This holiday season see how many of these items you’ll have under your tree!

A-assless chaps
B- blow job coupon
C-crotchless panties
D- dildo
E-edible underwear
F-furry handcuffs
G-g-spot stimulator
H- heavy breathing
I-Intimate Apparel
J- Jello Wrestling
K—KY jelly and lots of it
L-lacy underthings
M-Massage Certificate
N-naughty lingerie
O—the big one
P-Playboy magazine
R—a nice length of ROPE
S-spanking bench
T- titty fuck
U-Under the Covers
V-vagazzling kits—you know, when you deck out your halls with a nice wax and some stick-on gems
W-whipped cream
X-x-rated films
Y—yummy banana flavored condoms
Z-Zippers down

Thanks for reading along!

A husband + a wife + a hunky Italian firefighter = Five Alarm Blaze. CONTROLLED BURN by Em Petrova


Fire Chief Pearce Johnson has been struggling with his attraction to fellow team member and special ops guy Mitch Morelli. In the sauna, long looks turn into a steamy self-love encounter. Pearce runs home and tells his wife of fifteen years all about it—resulting in a five-alarm blaze between them. 
Ellie has always suspected her husband would crave another relationship with a man. When he brings Mitch into their fantasies, she encourages Pearce to explore this newfound sexual link even as she longs for the big Italian firefighter to visit their bed. But taming two firemen might be tougher than she thinks. 
Mitch can’t get enough of his rugged chief and Ellie’s femininity. But on the job, his boss pushes him away and purposely avoids working with him. Wounded, Mitch is finished trying to see his lover’s point of view, until one perilous event makes them all wake up and realize love is too precious to ignore.

Excerpt  rated ADULT:
The blare of the alarms struck Pearce like a fist in the gut. After all these years, he’d never get used to that sound. It sent a shock of adrenaline to his system and he was immediately ready to come out swinging. And in this case, scrambling his team to answer the call.

He started barking orders to the men who rushed past him. Jumping into their fire gear—oversized pants and suspenders, jackets, heavy boots and gloves. They grabbed up oxygen tanks and masks.

“Halloway, Lucifer, Dobbs, Howland, Morelli, you’re in Engine One. Zacherel, Itar, Quade and King, you’re with me.”

Across the locker room, Morelli froze, his arm partway inside his jacket. His very dark gaze met Pearce’s, and in that moment, Pearce’s decision to keep Mitch at arm’s length while on the job seemed to be the wrong one. Betrayal, hurt and a spark of anger lit Mitch’s rugged face.

He knows what I’m doing.

But there was no chance to remedy it. He simply couldn’t have Mitch working closely with him anymore for fear something in his expression or mannerisms would give him away.

Mitch gave a tight shake of his head that left Pearce with a hollow feeling. They always teamed up, and now that they were closer, they had to part ways. Didn’t Mitch know Pearce was trying to keep their jobs?

Twisting away, Pearce reached his locker in two steps and slammed the door back. In seconds, he was kitted up, his muscles stretching under the weight of the equipment. He wrapped his body around the fireman’s pole and slid down, hitting the concrete floor with a thud.

He stepped away just as Mitch landed beside him. Their gazes locked and Mitch put out a hand. He gripped Pearce’s shoulder. “See you there, Chief.”

Pearce swallowed hard. A small flash of pain burned in his chest. Yeah, he was the chief, but the way Mitch said it was almost hurtful. He had to set this to rights, but later. After they responded to the raging fire in the old warehouse on the south side of town, where too many wooden structures crowded around the burning building. A few stray sparks and the entire block would go up, leaving a hundred people’s lives threatened and more homeless.

“Hit it, boys!” he bellowed.

Mitch pushed past him and, without a backward glance, disappeared into Engine One. Heart heavier, Pearce launched himself into the other engine. They peeled out of the station and tore down the city street, horns blaring, the radio deafening. Another fire crew was already on the scene but they were outmanned and needed backup quick.

“Oil barrels are reported on the premises. Explosions expected.”

Great. Mitch would be in the thick of it. As the spill specialist, he’d be in demand on this job.

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