She’ll do anything for her freedom...

On a chilly autumn night, Brenna Summers disappears, determined to begin a new life and forget her troubled past. But running away alone, into the Canadian Rockies isn’t easy or safe, especially when the path she rides leads her right into the arms of an outlaw...

Hell-bent on finding his missing sister, Jake Hudson stumbles upon a young woman in desperate need of his help. The attraction is instant and fierce, that he could not allow another man to have her, even if her secrets could be hazardous to his health.

Coming June 2010 from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid:

Avia's Secret

He’s not the man her father wants her to marry...

Cade Kildare is wild, handsome as hell, and completely out of her reach. Avia Rockwell must forget him and find a suitable husband. But one kiss from Cade makes passion ignite and all of her promises fall to pieces. When a mystery man comes to call, Avia is faced with a tough decision...follow her heart or make her family proud...

From Northern California’s wine country to the streets of San Francisico, two lovers battle each other and the evil forces bent on tearing them apart.

** Jewel in the Wild and Avia's Secret are new editions of Relentless Desire and The Wrong Man, previously written under the name Bonnie Clarke.

A love-seeking man and a gold-thieving woman...

Oliver Nash is looking for a mistress. What interesting circumstances, to discover a ravishing thief trifling in his bedchamber. Her eyes arouse him, her passion ignites him, and her gall amuses him. Considering the circumstances, he gives her a bargain she cannot refuse, which unleashes her secret, and it's about to change everything.

Can love's glow surpass the glitter of gold?

For more information on this Erotic Regency, please visit http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=413 

Enjoy!

I've been struggling with concentration lately. Could it be that Spring has my eyes wandering away from this screen more than it should? I feel like a child walking past a candy stand. Or a thirsty woman walking past the Beer store. Let's get real for a second. I drive to the Beer store.

There's been much going on. The back yard is in transformation, a business is beginning to consume much of my time, and my poor laptop sits here waiting for my fingertips to make love to him. Poor man, he needs attention.

I promised myself months ago that I would put a schedule together. A few hours on certain days for updating websites, groups, clubs, etc. Several hours everyday for writing, and editing. Obviously I'm slipping back to my teenage years where I couldn't follow rules.

But, I'm sitting here today actually writing a blog, which I haven't done in quite some time. So I guess it ain't that bad. I'm sure things will pick up again very soon and the torrid words will flow like the river nearby. The ideas are in mind, new plots, new love scenes, I just need to get my ass in gear and start throwing those ideas into something worth writing.

Somebody please pinch me...

Bon ;)

Temporary Lover

I look at you, looking at me

And it's crazy, this horny chemistry

Nervous, curious, yet furious

By the dirty way you tease me

The way you walk away, and see

What it does to me

You see, I've lived each day

Wanting to touch you

Wishing I could fuck you, no strings

But it isn't that easy, this secret thing

That makes us tick

I've broken hearts, swallowed their pride

Experimented with the other side

But when you touch me, I burn

I yearn, for what I cannot have

A temporary friend to fuck

A cock to suck, that isn't mine

The make believe sensation of your lips

Kissing my tits, teasing my clit

Is taking whatever love I have left to give

This curse threatens you, yet drives me mad

You tempt me with your fuck I can't have

Copyright © 2006 Bon Clarke

I'd like to recommend to all my friends (those of you who enjoy reading/writing erotica) to drop by this blog.

The Professor will tantalize you with erotic stories of lifelike characters set in roles that we can all relate to, which makes for an interesting read. Perfection isn't in how we look or how hard/wet our bodies are, but how well we connect to each other. I must admit that I am very impressed by his work.

Get comfortable with Carpe Nostrum: Seize the night.

http://www.carpe-nostrum.blogspot.com

A Blanket Of Darkness

A comforting blanket of darkness

envelopes my fragile spirit

Suspicious mind with

soul searching thoughts of mine

I stare at the millions of pinholes

twinkling high above the magnum

Botticceli

Comfort

caressing sarcastic, moistened lips

loving my failures, as it has these many years

I often wonder what's above that blanket

A man and woman entwined

within satin sheets

Loving

Whispering to us through the wind

the human chess pieces

that wait beneath their blanket of darkness

Another long pull straight from the bottle

I'm thinking

maybe the stars are here to guide my way into

Oblivion

A smoke filled room beneath a blanket of darkness

and all the millions of beautiful stars

Twinkling

Mocking me

with their freedom above all else

© 2006 Bonnie Clarke

I miss you every day

as I watch the clouds move away from me

towards you.

A new direction in time

I can't even begin to imagine

how it could be.

I close my eyes, tilt my face to the sky

thinking

that you're watching me.

Touching me

far deeper than any before you.

A hesitant exhale from naked lips

under the morning sun

so quiet, I can hear your voice whispering

that you're waiting.

Not wanting

to want me

but you have no choice.

I take a long drag of my cigarette

knowing

that time is never on my side.

Frustration runs thick

like the smoke whirling away from my lips

maybe you can smell it in the air.

I'm thinking

that lonely skies shift over time

the stagnant air could fade

with another sway of direction.

Excitement is just over the horizon

and everything could change

in time.

I don't want

to want you

but I have no choice.

I know that when I look at you, someday

I'll see what's in your eyes.

The electricity

will change everything

when you kiss me.

Copyright © 2006 Bonnie Clarke

I am pleased to announce that my business partner has finally started a blog. Danny Ciabatti is an artist in our neck of the woods here in Ontario. His work includes illustrations, cartoons, sculpturing, carving, and all aspects of painting. Please visit his site to view a selection of his work-

http://www.danny-corner.blogspot.com

We are in the process of starting our own publishing company, and look forward to getting our work, as well as others in the market. Our goal is to produce work of varied genre's, and we'll be pushing the envelope when it comes to erotic literature. We believe that nothing is too hot to publish! I will keep our readers informed as to its progress, and the books we will be publishing.

Ciao for now!

Strip away my confines

of thick white cotton

and bare my breasts before you

Caress

Tantalize

the sensual silk that is my skin

Flesh tones

damp as the junction to your paradise

Cleansed

by your nude perfume

I feel your hands like flower petals

blossom each soft crevice

that is me

Pluck your love and lust

Lust me

Love me not

free me tenderly with your passion

Taste

nature's human perfection

fresh out of the shower

© 2006 Bonnie Clarke

My Secret

When I first saw him

his power seduced my every need.

I had to have him

between my supple legs

right where I knew he wanted to be

glistening wet from my attention.

I was the one in control

although I couldn't begin to deny

his wild, thrusting appetite.

He became my secret lover

with an ambiguous tongue.

The smooth rhythm alone

tracing down my navel

and between my shaking thighs

whsipered seductively

'Are you ready for me?

Do you want to fuck me?'

I was always hungry for his hard ride

and every night

when I place him back in my drawer

a smirk curves my lips, knowing

that my secret lover

never leaves me unstatisfied

until his batteries run out.

Copyright © 2006 Bonnie Clarke