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Holy crap, the trailer for the series looks good! It's been years since I 'read' (= listened to audio book) the book so I think I'll need to revisit it before this premieres.

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Encountered on

milly_gal's LJ and reposted because I know there are people on my flist who will get a kick out of this :D

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Alas, further investigation - based solely on one Amazon review - suggests that while the book is very real, the particular section on buttermilk bosoms and galloping abs here is a hoax. You may be relieved. You may be disappointed. Personally, I'M A LITTLE BIT BOTH :D Regardless, that was the best laugh I'd had in a while and I will be adopting 'enter it like it's a lottery' into my active vernacular. 'Kat, we're going over here. - Oh, that building? I'M GONNA ENTER IT LIKE IT'S A LOTTERY!' 'Oh, you're about to take a bath? - Oh no, no, no! I'M GOING TO ENTER IT LIKE IT'S A LOTTERY!' The possibilities!

In other news I have had one shorter day, another long day, and today sort of medium day, followed by 12h day tomorrow and then going to have to work Saturday so... Uh, I'm around in theory? I am thinking I'll do a week of fic recs next week because I have them almost ready and that would be... something.

Right, now I'm going to wash dishes and make myself a jacket potato. Exciting times!

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I found this via Tumblr but the original post there is flocked so can't link. However, the excerpt is from a real book, Sandra Hill's Rough and Ready. You can find another exerpt via the website, but this one below is... special. Enjoy.

ETA: maybe a hoax but still funny :D

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Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.

Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.

Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.

As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”

Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.

“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hilda looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”

At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.

Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.

Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.

Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!

The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.

She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”

But her bed was empty.

Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.

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I'm pimping this for a friend and a very skilled story-teller, Jay Mountney aka moth2fic. She has published another book that is very much worth a read for anyone interested in fantasy and/or mystery genre.

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I will let the author explain the plot in her own words:

The story is the first in a series called The Skilled Investigators. The ‘heroine’ is a female elf who wants to be an investigator (detective in our terms) and has to solve a murder mystery before she can be accepted as a trainee. Her assistants/sidekicks are a teenage dragon who imprinted on her at hatching, and her brother. The brother is gay and provides the romance subplot for the series but there is no explicit sex.

moth2fic talks about the book and the planned series here - do go and check it out! Author is offering free review copies too!

I read the first draft of the book some years ago and enjoyed immensely, I can't wait to read the final version! Just need to sort out a eReader app for my tablet...

You can purchase the books either via Smashwords or Amazon.

Happy reading!

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Who are your favourite LGBT authors? Any good book recommendations? Why not go share them at

pushkin666's post, dedicated to the topic.

Click on Wilde's delightful face to go to the post and share your favourite reads and perhaps discover new ones.

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razorxrosary asked about this and I thought it might be something others would enjoy too.

My travel wallet has a short story on it by Jeanette Winterson, commissioned for the 60-year celebration of the British Art Council. The travel wallets were handed out for free last year at the stations across the UK.

I can’t find an online version of the story anywhere, but seeming as it was, as said, handed out for free, I don’t think it breaks any copyright for me to retype it here for others to enjoy. The story catches a lot about what I love about railway stations (and bus stations and airports and harbours and…); that feeling of possibility, chance and change and daring. Every arrival and every departure is a choice that can be made or unmade every single time.

( The Wallet by Jeanette Winterson )

razorxrosary asked about this and I thought it might be something others would enjoy too.

( The Wallet by Jeanette Winterson )

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