Thursday, June 25, 2009


Perhaps you have a new partner whom you'd like to dazzle with your delicious prelude to an interlude, hmm?
Stun him with a Venetian bistro spritzer. A lunchtime favorite in that lovely city!
Buy a small bottle of club soda, Campari and a good prosecco and chill everything, bella! Buy one orange and a small bottle of cherries. Yum. Cerise's faves are cherries....
Then, that morning before your Delight arrives, saute 1/2 onion in good olive oil, add one diced tomato and 1/2 a zucchini, diced, and sauteed until just beautiful. Not overdone. Let it come to room temperature and serve in a lovely little bowl.
Buy or cut from your garden large lusty roses and let the rich aromas fill the air with luxury. Just before your Delight arrives, take 2 of the big roses and crush the petals in your hands. Do not wash away the fragrance, bella! Sprinkle the rose petals on your fresh linens.
Then in your boudoir or wherever you are serving your repast, put out large lovely olives stuffed with...yes, cara, garlic.
Slice a crusty bread into crostini size slices and toast or serve with hearty, crunchy whole wheat crackers.
The drink?
Ah. Just after he arrives fill large goblets each with 1 jigger of compari, 1/2 prosecco and club soda to let the bubbles rise and titillate and tickle your tastebuds. Garnish with a slice of orange and one cherry, sliced just in half to sit on the edge of your goblet.
Serve him your Venetian appetizers and then, feed him the cherry from your fingertips. Kiss the flavor of the spritz from his lips and then let him nibble at the orange.
When you return to the office or the store or wherever, no one will know how well sated you are on Cerise's scrumptious little meals meant for joy.
Ciao, bella! (copyright 2009, Cerise DeLand)

Friday, June 19, 2009

PARIS EXPOSE out today

Come soon, Andre. She glanced over to the
mantel clock. Ten minutes after ten. Where was he?
As if on cue, he strolled into view.
As every day before, his beauty took her breath
He was a big man, sculpted but lithe, filling the
window and her whole world with his black-haired
handsomeness. This morning, as each one before, he
grinned at her as his cock rose to greet her without
putting a finger to himself—just by staring at her—
and grinning. Today, he smoked no cigarette but
glanced down at his cock as it filled with blue-veined
desire and reached toward her. His long winged
brows arched as he taunted her with a few pumps of
his cock, making her cunt juice up as he pulled his
thick head to a blunt point and rubbed the tip when
drops of cum appeared. Then, just as his lambent
eyes began to close, just as she became breathless
and fearful he would step back into the shadows of
his condo, she jumped up from the arm of the sofa.
“Don’t go,” she pleaded in English, as if he could
hear her.
He paused, noting her approach. It was
different, new, to interrupt him.
Dee swallowed all her inhibitions and did the
one thing she had planned for this morning.
She grasped her shirt at the hem, pulled it over
her head and threw it aside. Shaking out her long
blonde hair so that her fat finger curls draped
around her naked nipples, she paused to catch her
Did she imagine that he caught his?
Yes, he had. He was immobile as a statue,
focused on her. She glanced down at how her areolas
pointed toward him and she preened, grinning at
His lush mouth spread wide in delight. And he
arched a black brow at her as if to ask, what else?
She tipped her head and laughed lightly. Then
she reached in back of her to flick open the button on
her skirt, and in one shimmy, the thing fell to the
She raised her face to view his. And oh, she was
not disappointed. (copyright 2009, Cerise DeLand)

Thursday, June 18, 2009

DESERT WILD by Adele Dubois out now!

The hero of DESERT WILD, Sonny Wild Horse Hendricks, remembers the sweet Saguaro Cactus Jam of his youth, a staple prepared from the Saguaro fruit that ripens from mid-June until July. The Saguaro is called Ha:sañ and its fruit bahidaj in the Tohono O’odham language. The bahidaj is also used to make ceremonial wine to welcome the summer rainfall. The Tohono O’odham say, “Ha:sañ Bak,” which means, “The Saguaro is ready.” (Photo courtesy of Rick Mora)

To celebrate the release of DESERT WILD from Ellora’s Cave, here’s a recipe for Saguaro Cactus Jam based on the centuries-old practice of the Tohono O’odham Nation (formerly called Papago Indians). Saguaro is a Native American word symbolizing The Sonoran Desert and the connection between the earth and its people. Saguaro Cactus Jam (Courtesy:
(Photo courtesy Tonto National
Monument Site)

“Gather 6 cups of saguaro cactus fruit pulp. Put pulp in a pot and add water until half of the pulp is covered. Soak the pulp for an hour and a half. Stir every now and then. Put the pot over a low flame and cook for 30 to 40 minutes. Separate the pulp from the liquid, saving the pulp. Boil the liquid very slowly (stirring all the time) until it turns into a syrup. Then mash the pulp and put through a strainer to remove the seeds. Combine the remaining pulp with the syrup until the mixture has the consistency of jam. When it looks like jam, it is jam. Do not add sugar. Serve over warm fry bread.”

(Photo courtesy The Firefly Forest)

DESERT WILD by Adele Dubois
Sonny Wild Horse of the Tohono O’odham Nation is a danger to a woman’s heart. Though he lusts after Caitlyn Spencer, his desire to live inside two conflicting worlds—the Sonoran Desert of his youth and the California coast where his future as a photographer is assured—tears the lovers apart.
When Sonny disappears inside America’s most hostile desert, Caitlyn borrows a unique Thunderbird convertible and embarks on a desperate search. The car is equipped with a powerful but endearingly kinky GPS navigator that grants wishes. Though not exactly a genie, “Guy’s” system locates whatever his driver needs most.
And Caitlyn needs to connect erotically with Sonny. Again and again. If only she can find him in time.
DESERT WILD by Adele Dubois
©Ellora’s Cave Publishing, 2009
“Don’t go,” she murmured, standing on tiptoes to nuzzle the side of his neck with her nose. He smelled of raw feral sex, damp sweat and crushed linen, and the primal scents sent shivers along her skin. She inhaled him deeply, pressed the small points of her nipples against his flesh and then opened her mouth to taste him as she laid kisses against his throat. Her tongue lapped the steady rhythm of his pulse and then dragged along his collarbone, drinking him in. Her mouth found the hard muscles of his hairless chest and moved down to lick and suck the dark circles of his areola in turn. His nipples hardened inside her mouth and the pungent tastes of salt and musk wet the back of her throat. “Be with me,” she whispered against his breastbone.

“Ah,” he breathed, closing his eyes as she loved his body with her lips and tongue and stroked the silken skin on his hips with her fingertips. “I am here.” His fingers closed on the crown of her head and entwined in the layers of her hair as she dropped to her knees to bury her face against his abdomen. “Don’t you know you’re the only reason I come back?”
Adele Dubois is a former journalist who writes erotic romance that receives consistent outstanding reviews. Titles include DESERT WILD, DESERT FEVER, INTIMATE ART and DREAM TRAVELER. Look for additional titles in 2009 and 2010. Please visit Adele on her website at

Monday, June 15, 2009


Need a little Sunday treat?
Try a bite of my newest from, PARIS EXPOSE:
"Tell me why you are in Paris," Andre pressed closer, inhaling the scent Deanne has pressed to her throat, her nipples and her cunt.
"To become inspired--and courageous," she told him truthfully--and then to show him she was bold, she spread her legs to allow him full access.
He lifted one corner of his handsome mouth, smiling, as he slid his hand quickly to her pussy. And paused. Shock froze his features as he whispered, "Ma cherie, what have you done?"
She smiled at him, proud of herself as she nestled her mound more closely into his hand. "With you, I did not think I would need any clothes."
His eyes drifted closed as his fingers traced her slit. "You need only me to cover your lovely skin." His fingers tangled in her pussy hair and tugged to have her open her thighs wider.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Afternoon Delight #4

After two weeks in Venice and the Greek isles, I am ready to share with you a few...yes, tiny but scrumptious...details of my experiences there.
An Afternoon Delight I bring you from the isle of Mykonos includes a taste of the green blue sea, the clear azure sky and the aromas of lemon, feta and olive oil.
First, buy yourself a bottle of ouzo. Yes, this liqour will cost you, dear one, but the flavors last and last because a tiny bit goes a long way. ( Do also buy a bottle of bubbling Perrier to complement this ouzo. You want to be happy and loose, you see, not blotto.)
Before your Delight arrives, cut open a few lemons and allow the air to refresh with the scent. Dice a tomato, a cucumber, a quarter of a red onion and half a green pepper. Add 1 tablespoon of lemon juice. Then add fresh oregano. Just pinch off the leaves in your fingers, darling, and do not wash off the lovely fragrance. Add a good Greek olive oil, no more than 2 tablespoons.
Slice into long cubes a hearty, crusty bread.
Then, put out some fresh feta and dark, delicious black olives.
When your Delight arrives, pour the ouzo. The divine licorice taste blends so well with the Greek salad and the strong salty feta. Then adjourn so that your Delight may savor the flavors of the oregano on your fingertips.
Have a tad more of the ouzo if you dare! It is STRONG. You want your office mates or your afternoon appointments to adore the new you who oozes with satisfaction from your secret, joyous afternoon interlude! (copyright 2009 Cerise DeLand)
Ciao, bella!

Thursday, June 4, 2009


Your Delight likes to eat?
Ah, si, si, bella! You therefore must feed him!
Feed all his senses.
Give him an AFTERNOON DELIGHT that will forever brand you in his mind.
Buy a good bottle of rosso de Montalcino. This will cost you $12-$20, but believe me, he will notice how smoothly it goes down.
Just like you, he demands the best.
In the morning, saute 4-6 garlic sliced bulbs in very good olive oil. Let them become transparent, bella, not brown, not crisp. Put them in a lovely serving dish and add more olive oil if you wish, plus cracked pepper and rock salt to taste. And let it sit there on your kitchen counter. What you want is the aroma in the air when he arrives.
Molto bene.
Now,buy a good ciabatta bread that morning. And a young mozzarella, one tomato and fresh basil.
When he arrives, preen when he lifts his nose in the air and inhales the aroma of the garlic and compliments you with kisses everywhere you allow. Quickly, have him open the rosso to let it breathe...while you both get more comfortable.
Then, when you can tear yourself away for a few moment, begin to do the following all the while permitting him to taste the juices from your fingers: arrange the sliced tomato (very thin, bella) on a plate, top with delcious slices of your young sweet cheese, then tear the basil into tiny pieces over top. Then, (very important!) dip your fingertips into the olive oil mixture and drizzle over your mozzarella and tomatoes. Tear the bread with your coated fingers and feed each other.
The rosso tastes good from the glass or your bodies. Soon, it will be gone. And both of you may return to...the office? The store? The meeting you left?
And you go, having had a satisfying meal.
Both of you, sated.