Has seriously reviewed both of my books! A great review for Uncle Ed's Lap and a staggering review for Games. Much appreciated. I can't hardly believe all the good words on my work lately. :)[Parker]
Showing posts with label Uncle Ed's Lap. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Uncle Ed's Lap. Show all posts
Monday, June 14, 2010
Seriously
Has seriously reviewed both of my books! A great review for Uncle Ed's Lap and a staggering review for Games. Much appreciated. I can't hardly believe all the good words on my work lately. :)[Parker]
Sunday, June 13, 2010
If I could kiss this reviewer...I would!
Such a great review at Happily Ever After Reviews for Uncle Ed's Lap. I swear, I got a little teary eyed. What a great way to end a lazy weekend in the sun. We're actually at home for a week or two. :) Five tea cups! Now I want tea, but iced of course.
[Parker]
Monday, April 26, 2010
Fiction
Wow, I'm beyond thrilled. My next novella FICTION was accepted by my publisher eXcessica. I think I'm possibly flirting with a late December release, but it might not be until the New Year. So fingers crossed and we shall see.I've also received some other good news about a different project with a different publisher, but more on that later.
Annnnnnnd, the Amazon review I was mourning on my last blog has shown up again. So it wasn't lost after all. Which is a reason to smile--at least to me.
I'm shocked to say that Uncle Ed's Lap is still a featured read and on the top 20 list at Bookstrand where it's been since its release! And I've rec'd some nice ratings on All Romance Ebooks and it's still top taboo erotica on Fictionwise and wow...I had no idea anyone would know it was out, so I am truly flattered.
Hope your Monday is well.
[Parker]
Saturday, April 10, 2010
super sad...
My publisher reloaded a bunch of books and mine was one (for a very good reason! trust me! it's in my favor so love to them). The only problem was I lost my fantastic 5 star review from a reader. Trust me, if I had known in advance, I'd have taken a screen shot. I also lost all my tags. So, the book is selling again. But if you've read it and you liked it, could you take two minutes and rate it or tag it? I'd be eternally grateful. Truly! I will be grateful all the way into the afterlife. And I'll give you a kiss. :)
Here's an excerpt, btw. I've been meaning to do it.
Here's an excerpt, btw. I've been meaning to do it.
Fantasies were just fantasies. You didn't have to act on them. Right?
I busied myself cleaning the kitchen. Bachelors suck at cleaning. So do young coeds but hey, I was bored and my mother Marie had taught me well. Cleanliness was next to godliness, plus if you threw yourself into it, it could make the afternoon fly in an blink. I ate cucumbers from the garden with homemade ranch sauce uncle had made the night before for dinner. That was all I really had the stomach for. I poured a big glass of lemonade and downed it in four long swallows. Then I started rearranging the cabinets and wiping down the liners. The worst chore I could imagine from my growing up years. Now it seemed to soothe me.
"Wow. I had no idea I would come home to such a tight ship," he said from the doorway. I jumped, a china plate shattering at my feet. A thousand tiny jagged teeth of china scattered around me on the red tile floor. Barefoot and in turquoise shorts instead of jeans, I was pretty much fucked. "Shit, I'm sorry, Fiona." He colored when he said my name aloud and my cunt responded with tightening warmth. "You're bleeding."
I looked at my calf where a thick nearly black rivulet of blood trickled slowly down my leg. "It's no big deal. Just as shard. But I am kind of...stuck." I shrugged, feeling horribly stupid. "I'm so sorry. I can go on ebay and try to replace it. I'm such a klutz!" I felt like I might start sobbing right then from frustration.
"Hey, I scared you. Don't talk about ebay or any of that. Stay there. I'm gonna grab you and take you in the dining room, then I'll clean up this mess."
His work boots crunched over the china shards as he picked me up and carried me out. He set me on the table and put my foot on one of the ladder back chairs. "Let me get the bandages."
I nodded, suddenly feeling little and helpless again. Letting him care for me the way he had when I was a little girl and I'd skin my knee. He caught that far away look when he came in. "You okay? You're not cut anywhere else are you?"
I looked. "Nope. Just there. Not too shabby considering the immense mess I made."
"We made," he amended. "You never would have dropped it if I hadn't startled you." He wiped the cut with a wet cotton ball. Wet with alcohol it seemed because fire bloomed in the cut and I hissed. "Easy, be good," he said, smiling. He blew on the cut to cool the sting. Just like old times. Only now, the feel of him blowing on my skin made my pussy keep a wet tempo with my heartbeat.
"Ugh," I said.
"Sorry it stings. It will be over in a minute. Promise."
I could only nod.
He squeezed a gem sized squirt of antibiotic lotion on and covered it with a big square bandages. "To keep it all covered," he said. His fingers smoothing the flesh colored cloth covering made me shift on the table. I felt trapped by his presence, the very hugeness of him and my pulse jumped at my throat from a mix of excitement and fear. So close like this I could picture him beating off to me. As close as we were, I could picture his hands pushing my legs apart. I could imagine a million scenarios I shouldn't. "Thanks," I managed.
"You sure you're okay?" He turned my chin so I had to look at him. I nodded and swallowed hard.
"Yeah," I said, thinking inside, God, just kiss me, kiss me already, kiss me and then touch me and we'll pretend it never ever happened, I swear...
It took a second for it to register his hands on my thighs, his long finger splayed out so they pointed like traitors to my pussy. Uncle Ed leaned in, his lips brushed mine so softly it was more like a kiss of wind than a person. I opened my mouth, spread my legs, begging him with my body. More.
I buried my hands in his too shaggy hair--I'd try to make sure I scheduled him a cut--and pulled him in tighter, closing my legs around his hands and scooting forward just a touch. I wouldn't think that I shouldn't do this. I'd think about how good and right it felt. Fuck feeling shamed.
"Fiona, I shouldn't..."
"I know...I do, but..." His fingers slipped over the hot moist V at the crotch of my shorts. I broke off in moan. It was like being burned, electrocuted, smacked so hard the blood seems like acid when it rises to the surface. I wanted his touch so bad that just a fingertip made my mind go red and my heart skip wildly.
"Don't make that sound," he said, but swept another finger along where the first had been. Two fingers running soft patterns over the crotch of my snug shorts. Over my pussy. Fuck. Directly over my clit.
"Sorry," I said. I tried, but another sound, deeper and more needy slid off my lips into the air.
Uncle Ed shook his head, no, no, no. But he popped the blue button of my shorts and tugged at the zipper. I raised up, shimmied, helped him get them off. He tossed them as he pulled at my panties and the shorts landed on the secretary. My tank was snatched off with ease. I don't wear bras, usually. "Spread your legs for me, Fiona," he said.
A hot rush of fluid puddled between my legs, and his fingers played through it like he was painting me. My head fell back and I sank into the feel of him. His mouth on my nipple. He kissed me and shushed me all at once. Like a child, like something precious. I watched his dark head as he kissed a path from my breast to my belly button. I arched up, trying to be quiet like he wanted when his mouth found my pussy and he sucked. His mouth was impossibly hard and then impossibly soft and then a tongue of perfect blazing wetness over my clit. "Oh, Uncle." I wanted to tell him how good it felt, how good he was. How perfect his mouth was on me and how it was what I wanted. So bad. What I needed--so much.
"Shh, Fiona. Don't."
So I didn't. I curled my fingers around the edge of the table and I held on. The bright afternoon sun trickled through the slats of his blinds and splashed across my belly. His dark head worked between my legs, I touched his hair, arching my pelvis to meet his mouth, greedy little girl wanting him to lick her. "I'm going to"
He shoved his fingers into me, curling and pressing against all the singing nerves. I gasped, my belly muscles rippling with my orgasm and my effort to hold myself up. I didn't bother. I lay back, giving over to him completely as he fucked me with his fingers, licked me with his tongue. Uncle Ed pushed my legs wide like a slut and attacked me with is mouth, he kept going, raking his dripping tongue over my clit. "Give it to me, one more, Fiona," he demanded and sucked my clit hard. Tiny purple spots filled my vision and I came for him again.
"Oh, uncle Ed, I--"
But he was standing, his face angry, his shoulders heaving. He wiped the shiny evidence of my juicy pussy from his face and I felt suddenly wrong. Bad. I had never felt more naked.
I just wrapped up my latest work and I'm still waiting to hear on a few things. I have some proofreading in my near future and some allergy pills. Everywhere we've been lately everything's been yellow. Crazy. Achoo!
[Parker]
I busied myself cleaning the kitchen. Bachelors suck at cleaning. So do young coeds but hey, I was bored and my mother Marie had taught me well. Cleanliness was next to godliness, plus if you threw yourself into it, it could make the afternoon fly in an blink. I ate cucumbers from the garden with homemade ranch sauce uncle had made the night before for dinner. That was all I really had the stomach for. I poured a big glass of lemonade and downed it in four long swallows. Then I started rearranging the cabinets and wiping down the liners. The worst chore I could imagine from my growing up years. Now it seemed to soothe me.
"Wow. I had no idea I would come home to such a tight ship," he said from the doorway. I jumped, a china plate shattering at my feet. A thousand tiny jagged teeth of china scattered around me on the red tile floor. Barefoot and in turquoise shorts instead of jeans, I was pretty much fucked. "Shit, I'm sorry, Fiona." He colored when he said my name aloud and my cunt responded with tightening warmth. "You're bleeding."
I looked at my calf where a thick nearly black rivulet of blood trickled slowly down my leg. "It's no big deal. Just as shard. But I am kind of...stuck." I shrugged, feeling horribly stupid. "I'm so sorry. I can go on ebay and try to replace it. I'm such a klutz!" I felt like I might start sobbing right then from frustration.
"Hey, I scared you. Don't talk about ebay or any of that. Stay there. I'm gonna grab you and take you in the dining room, then I'll clean up this mess."
His work boots crunched over the china shards as he picked me up and carried me out. He set me on the table and put my foot on one of the ladder back chairs. "Let me get the bandages."
I nodded, suddenly feeling little and helpless again. Letting him care for me the way he had when I was a little girl and I'd skin my knee. He caught that far away look when he came in. "You okay? You're not cut anywhere else are you?"
I looked. "Nope. Just there. Not too shabby considering the immense mess I made."
"We made," he amended. "You never would have dropped it if I hadn't startled you." He wiped the cut with a wet cotton ball. Wet with alcohol it seemed because fire bloomed in the cut and I hissed. "Easy, be good," he said, smiling. He blew on the cut to cool the sting. Just like old times. Only now, the feel of him blowing on my skin made my pussy keep a wet tempo with my heartbeat.
"Ugh," I said.
"Sorry it stings. It will be over in a minute. Promise."
I could only nod.
He squeezed a gem sized squirt of antibiotic lotion on and covered it with a big square bandages. "To keep it all covered," he said. His fingers smoothing the flesh colored cloth covering made me shift on the table. I felt trapped by his presence, the very hugeness of him and my pulse jumped at my throat from a mix of excitement and fear. So close like this I could picture him beating off to me. As close as we were, I could picture his hands pushing my legs apart. I could imagine a million scenarios I shouldn't. "Thanks," I managed.
"You sure you're okay?" He turned my chin so I had to look at him. I nodded and swallowed hard.
"Yeah," I said, thinking inside, God, just kiss me, kiss me already, kiss me and then touch me and we'll pretend it never ever happened, I swear...
It took a second for it to register his hands on my thighs, his long finger splayed out so they pointed like traitors to my pussy. Uncle Ed leaned in, his lips brushed mine so softly it was more like a kiss of wind than a person. I opened my mouth, spread my legs, begging him with my body. More.
I buried my hands in his too shaggy hair--I'd try to make sure I scheduled him a cut--and pulled him in tighter, closing my legs around his hands and scooting forward just a touch. I wouldn't think that I shouldn't do this. I'd think about how good and right it felt. Fuck feeling shamed.
"Fiona, I shouldn't..."
"I know...I do, but..." His fingers slipped over the hot moist V at the crotch of my shorts. I broke off in moan. It was like being burned, electrocuted, smacked so hard the blood seems like acid when it rises to the surface. I wanted his touch so bad that just a fingertip made my mind go red and my heart skip wildly.
"Don't make that sound," he said, but swept another finger along where the first had been. Two fingers running soft patterns over the crotch of my snug shorts. Over my pussy. Fuck. Directly over my clit.
"Sorry," I said. I tried, but another sound, deeper and more needy slid off my lips into the air.
Uncle Ed shook his head, no, no, no. But he popped the blue button of my shorts and tugged at the zipper. I raised up, shimmied, helped him get them off. He tossed them as he pulled at my panties and the shorts landed on the secretary. My tank was snatched off with ease. I don't wear bras, usually. "Spread your legs for me, Fiona," he said.
A hot rush of fluid puddled between my legs, and his fingers played through it like he was painting me. My head fell back and I sank into the feel of him. His mouth on my nipple. He kissed me and shushed me all at once. Like a child, like something precious. I watched his dark head as he kissed a path from my breast to my belly button. I arched up, trying to be quiet like he wanted when his mouth found my pussy and he sucked. His mouth was impossibly hard and then impossibly soft and then a tongue of perfect blazing wetness over my clit. "Oh, Uncle." I wanted to tell him how good it felt, how good he was. How perfect his mouth was on me and how it was what I wanted. So bad. What I needed--so much.
"Shh, Fiona. Don't."
So I didn't. I curled my fingers around the edge of the table and I held on. The bright afternoon sun trickled through the slats of his blinds and splashed across my belly. His dark head worked between my legs, I touched his hair, arching my pelvis to meet his mouth, greedy little girl wanting him to lick her. "I'm going to"
He shoved his fingers into me, curling and pressing against all the singing nerves. I gasped, my belly muscles rippling with my orgasm and my effort to hold myself up. I didn't bother. I lay back, giving over to him completely as he fucked me with his fingers, licked me with his tongue. Uncle Ed pushed my legs wide like a slut and attacked me with is mouth, he kept going, raking his dripping tongue over my clit. "Give it to me, one more, Fiona," he demanded and sucked my clit hard. Tiny purple spots filled my vision and I came for him again.
"Oh, uncle Ed, I--"
But he was standing, his face angry, his shoulders heaving. He wiped the shiny evidence of my juicy pussy from his face and I felt suddenly wrong. Bad. I had never felt more naked.
I just wrapped up my latest work and I'm still waiting to hear on a few things. I have some proofreading in my near future and some allergy pills. Everywhere we've been lately everything's been yellow. Crazy. Achoo!
[Parker]
~Amazing Kiss Image found here
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Four Divas :)
Dark Diva Reviews reviewed my book and gave me four Divas. Dakota had some really nice things to say! To see the full review go here.While this is Ms. Ford’s first release for Excessica Publishing, I look forward to seeing more of her work in the future and hopefully getting the chance to review it.
Yippee!
[Parker]
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
pretty neat...
To see myself in a newsletter. I looked at it a few times. LOL. Working on a new project, enjoying what seems to be the birth of spring as we roam. More roaming coming soon, but there's sun now. And flowers if you know where to look.
[Parker]
Monday, March 15, 2010
Release Day!
I'm so excited. It's out! I don't have more to say that yippee and yahoo! :D
Fiona volunteers to help her recently widowed uncle get his house in order before starting her freshman year of college. Uncle Ed and aunt Carole are two of her favorite people in the world. While trying to help her grieving uncle, she doesn't expect her school girl crush to turn into a torrid affair, but it does. She doesn't expect him to want her at all, but he does, more than he can handle. And as her uncle struggles with the thoughts of wanting and having his niece in so many ways, Fiona struggles to show him that it's all okay. That she's not a little girl any more.
Warnings: This title contains explicit sex and language, incest, spanking, shades of erotic asphyxiation, bondage, elements of non-consent.
[Parker]
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Not long now...
It comes out March 15th. I'm so excited!Fiona volunteers to help her recently widowed uncle get his house in order before starting her freshman year of college. Uncle Ed and aunt Carole are two of her favorite people in the world. While trying to help her grieving uncle, she doesn't expect her school girl crush to turn into a torrid affair, but it does. She doesn't expect him to want her at all, but he does, more than he can handle. And as her uncle struggles with the thoughts of wanting and having his niece in so many ways, Fiona struggles to show him that it's all okay. That she's not a little girl any more.
The book's full page can be found here.
I've also recently submitted to an anthology. Fingers crossed. Normal life is hectic and there's still a lot of snow everywhere we go, but Spring is on the way. So they say...
[Parker]
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
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