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Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Need a nibble of HER BEGUILING BUTLER? Of course you do! Cerise DeLand's charming servants #1 in Series out now!

 I'd like a butler, please. Especially one like Mr. Finnley. Tall, dark, handsome, mysterious and oh, so obliging!
He's out everywhere and I will get you the links. In the meantime, here is the AMAZON link:
http://www.amazon.com/Her-Beguiling-Butler-Delightful-Crescent-ebook/dp/B0135ZLZAU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1438449574&sr=8-1&keywords=Her+Beguiling+butler

He is the first in a series about delightful, impertient servants in Dudley Crescent, London. Others to come include a FAB.U.LOUS group created last month by so many readers who came to a FB Party I gave with my buddies.

Look for them in coming months.

In the meantime?

Here's your nibble:
Copyright 2015, Cerise DeLand.



She should not undo him. But she did.
“Wallace Finnley. You have education and breeding. I can tell. Do you know how?”
He shook his head, her nearness a magnet to his body, his soul. Her lips, his only lure.
“For one thing, you own that very fine, very French Ferdinand Berthoud pocket watch. My great-uncle owned one similar.” She dropped her eyes toward the point on his chest where he kept his treasure. “I can hear the delicate chimes when it rings every quarter hour.”
He should have left it in his rooms. But it was the dearest memento he owned from his grandfather. Besides, he ran his daily duties by the precision of it. “I cannot part with it. It keeps me on task.”
“It does. I see it.”
“May I go now?”
“No. Certainly not. I would learn more. You say you come from Yorkshire. But I detect no hint of it in your pronunciation. You went to school. Some fine institution that weaned you from your native speech. Where?”
Good god. She was perceptive. He set his jaw. He’d not reveal his year at Edinburgh. He never told anyone of that, he’d hated it so. “The Army was my schooling. Taught me responsibility.”
“Your rank?”
“Captain.”
She smiled at him, her face around her eyes crinkling in appreciation. “So then your family purchased a commission for you?”
My father gave me nothing of value. “I ran away. Began as a recruit.”
“Noble of you.”
“Necessary, ma’am.” He shook his head, thinking them done, moving to rise.
She caught his hand. “A moment, Finnley. There is more to your story. From your time in the Army, I see then when and how you acquired your demeanor with those under your command.”
He wished to escape her touch and her sound perception. “The Army gave me a good education.”
“And war is a demanding teacher,” she concluded.
“It was. I wish to never fight again.”
“Nor do any of us. My brother died. At Waterloo.”
He schooled himself to remain placid. Her brother had been his best friend. What he did here for Alicia was as much for her as for Jerome.
“I find it intriguing, dear Finnley, that with such rank in the military, you now offer yourself in domestic service.”
Her statement, he knew, was a question and he had to avoid the whole answer of his origins. “Being a butler is an honorable occupation.”
She fell back to her cushions, her hand dropping and freeing him of her hold.  Her expression told him she was dismayed with his obstinate ways.
He stepped backward and rubbed his wrist.
She stared at him, clear-eyed and assured. “Finnley, I will be forthright. I look into your endearing blue eyes and can see that when you speak truth to me, your pupils darken and enlarge.”
What?
“And when you lie to me, your pupils constrict and your body tightens like a drum.”
Well, damn. Foiled by my eyes?
Once more, she took his hand and put his open palm to her soft cheek. “Might you care for me, Finnley?”
Might? There was no might.
“I see in your eyes that you do,” she whispered. “Tell me who you really are, dear sir.And then we can begin again. Anew.”

Monday, April 27, 2015

Bridged by Love by Nancy Corrigan, teaser for big #Shifter release! Prize!

Kagan Wolves, Book 1

From the moment he was born, Nic Kagan’s future was sealed. He’ll accept a mate, have kids, and eventually take over his father’s role as pack alpha. There’s just one problem.

Long ago, his heart settled on Riley, the pack’s human doctor and honorary member. Except only half of him can have her. The other half—his wolf—won’t give a weak non-shifter female a second sniff.

No one—human or shifter—has left a mark on Riley’s soul like Nic. But with his father hospitalized, any hope things could work out between them is slipping away. Yet Riley understands something else about pack life. Power isn’t always a physical gift; love is just as strong. What she and Nic have is worth fighting for.

With rival threats mounting, Nic realizes he can’t simply turn his back on Riley. Though his wolf could tear his heart out for it, he must fight for what he wants before he loses his mate. His pack. Maybe even his sanity.

Warning: Contains a reluctant alpha with only one roadblock between his heart and the woman he loves—biology. And a woman who isn’t giving up on him, even if it means risking her life to fool Mother Nature.

Keywords: wolf shifter, werewolf, werewolves, alpha, human,

The details…
Book Title: Bridged by Love
Series Name: Kagan Wolves
Series Number: 1
Author: Nancy Corrigan
ISBN13: 978-1-61923-004-0
Length: 63,982
Categories: PAW: Paranormal, PAW: Red Hot, RH: Paranormal & Alternate Worlds
Tags: Shape-Shifters; Werewolves
Price: 5.50
Publication Date: July 21st 2015

Read a teaser…
Excerpt (PG)

   Nic strode across the packed bar, hands clenching and releasing at his sides. Shifters and humans alike moved out of his way. He couldn’t blame them. No doubt he looked as pissed off as he felt.   Returning to West Virginia hadn’t been on his agenda, at least not until a certain female died of old age or moved. Yeah, moving worked. Too bad it hadn’t happened. She remained in Hollow’s Grove like a damn forbidden fruit and a reminder of a life he could never have.
   The two male wolf shifters at his old table grabbed their beers and scattered, leaving his sister to deal with his wrath.
   He yanked a chair out and straddled it. “Who did it?”
   Hannah lifted a slender brow. Four years separated them, but she could’ve been his twin. They both had their mother’s black hair and blue eyes. They both shifted into black wolves too, a rarity among their kind. Neither of them cared about the awe many felt in their presence. Him and Hannah? They cared about the strength the revered wolf gave them. Power was everything in their world.
   “Did what? Put Dad in the hospital, or almost hit your ex-girlfriend’s car?”
   He gritted his teeth. “Riley is not my ex-girlfriend.”
   “What do you call your first lover and the female you warned every available male in a fifty-mile radius away from, then?”
   Had Riley been a shifter, he’d call her his mate. As it was, she was a temptation, one he had to stay away from.

Excerpt (PG-13)

   Nic ran through the woods. The broken twigs and rocks poking into his paws barely registered. He pivoted and headed deeper into the underbrush. The sharp pulling of the low-hanging tree limbs on his fur appealed to his need to punish himself. He wanted to hurt. A fight would’ve been better, but he couldn’t go around initiating any. Actions like that would come off as a dominance tactic, and the   Kagan males had always held to a higher standard. They understood all members of a pack played a vital role.
   He lowered his head and pushed through the bowing evergreens. An open space greeted him. He froze. Sides heaving and blood soaking his fur, he panted and took in the small home in front of him—Riley’s place. His dad had bought it for her. Last time Nic had seen it was right after she’d moved in. She must’ve remodeled since then. Where the concrete stoop once stood, a wide front porch spanned the house. It looked inviting with the swing and chairs decorating it. He could see himself lounging on it, enjoying the night.
   A low growl rumbled in his chest.
   It didn’t surprise him that he’d ended up here. He hadn’t been able to get thoughts of her out of his head. Guilt ate at him. He’d treated her like shit the last time they were together. She deserved an apology and explanation. If he’d been man enough, he would’ve been straight with her then.
   He padded across the gravel road. On the other side, soft grass met the pads of his paws. Halfway across the front yard, the door opened. Riley stepped out, a bottle of beer in hand. An oversize flannel shirt covered her chest and bare thighs. Jealousy surged, knowing she wore another male’s clothes.    Shock replaced it with his next breath. It was his shirt, the one he’d had on the last time they were together.
   She whipped her head in his direction. Narrowed eyes zeroed in on him. They widened on a gasp.    She set her bottle down and sprinted across the yard. Her loosely buttoned top gave him a tantalizing glimpse of her legs. He sat on his haunches to watch her, but she reached him before he could decide if the swath of black between her thighs was a thong or a bikini.
   “Nic”—she dropped to her knees in front of him—“what happened?”
 
 He couldn’t answer her in his wolf form. She knew that. She also understood that depending on how much control he gave his other half, he might not even hear her. It never stopped her from approaching shifters. She’d said she could tell who was in charge by looking into their eyes.
   “You’re bleeding.” She brushed back his fur and gently touched the skin around a long gash. “This wasn’t from a fight, was it?”
   He shook his head, the only answer he could give in his limited form.
   She stared into his eyes. Not a hint of fear showed in her expression. She treated his dad and the other dominants with the respect owed them by avoiding eye contact. Never Nic, at least not in private, but the rules were different around the other wolves. Riley had always understood the need for hierarchy among the members. In the pack’s eyes, she was as low as one could be. In his, she was his equal.
   “Shift and tell me why you decided to drag your sorry ass to my house. None of these cuts need my attention.”

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Friday, August 22, 2014

Lisabet Sarai has THE INGREDIENTS OF BLISS! How to reeeeally cook BDSM style!

In most heterosexual BDSM erotic romance, the heroine plays the submissive role. Indeed, I've written many stories myself that follow this formula. I can definitely appreciate the appeal of surrendering to an attractive, powerful man who will then use me for his own pleasure and, paradoxically, my own.

I've also written a few m/F femdom tales, most recently my short “Layover” which appeared in the erotic anthology Under Her Thumb, edited by D.L. King. Although the woman-on-top dynamic isn't as popular as M/f BDSM, at least not with romance readers, there's definitely something to be said for having a str
ong, virile male dedicated exclusively to satisfying your sexual whims.

In only one of my books (Mastering Maya) will you find a “switch” - a character who is sometimes dominant and sometimes submissive. Until now, that is.

Mei Lee “Emily” Wong, the heroine of my new erotic romance The Ingredients of Bliss, didn't realize she had any interest in dominance and submission until her lover Harry Sanborne initiated her into the delights of being a sub, in the prequel Her Secret Ingredient. She took to bottoming like the proverbial duck to water. She's a “natural sub”, according to Harry.

Then, as this new novel opens, Emily's boss, Etienne Duvalier, begs to serve her sexually. What's a modern woman to do?

Master Harry “orders” Emily to top Etienne, to see how far she can push his limits as a bottom. Obviously Emily's not about to disobey her Dom's instructions. However, she finds that the role of mistress comes far more easily to her than she would have expected. She's feels guilty about how much she enjoys taking control of the normally arrogant chef. 

So is Emily a top? A bottom? A switch? The poor woman is desperately confused. Harry, on the other hand, just wants to stir up a bit of mischief – and expand his beloved's horizons.

Blurb

One sexy French chef. One kinky American TV producer. One ambitious Chinese gal who thinks she wants them both. The ingredients of bliss? Or a recipe for disaster?

Accomplished cook Mei Lee “Emily” Wong knows exactly what she wants—her own show on the Tastes of France food channel. But life is full of complications. First, her deceptively nerdy producer, Harry Sanborne, initiates Emily into the delights of submission. Then her boss, legendary chef Etienne Duvalier, begs her to dominate him. Emily just can’t resist—especially when Harry orders her to explore her inner mistress. Suave and sexy Etienne will do whatever she asks—in the bedroom if not in the kitchen. And Harry, her lovingly diabolical Dom, adores pushing Emily’s limits.

When the network sends the trio to France to shoot a series of cooking shows on location, Emily knows her career is on the upswing. Her plans fall apart in Marseille as a Hong Kong drug syndicate kidnaps both Etienne and Harry. The Iron Hammer Triad mistakes Etienne for notorious gangster Jean Le Requin, who has stolen their drug shipment, worth millions. Emily realizes she must find the real Le Requin, retrieve the purloined dope, and bargain it for Harry’s and Etienne’s lives. The secret she’s been keeping from Harry might prove useful. Still, what chance does one woman whose knife skills are limited to chopping vegetables, have against the ruthless cruelty of two criminal organizations?

R-rated Excerpt

“Damn you both! I’m not some piece of meat to be carved up between you!” All at once I wanted to get out of this too crowded bed. I wanted to throw on my clothes and storm out of the room in righteous indignation. To do so, though, I would have to clamber over Etienne’s magnificent body. It would be difficult to avoid touching his resurgent erection.

“Calm down, Emily.” Harry’s hand clamped around my wrist and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. “We did confer about tonight, I admit. We agreed that sharing you was the best approach to a situation that was bound to become awkward very soon.”

“Awkward? Things were going very smoothly. You dominated me. I dominated Etienne. Everyone was happy.”

You weren’t happy, love. Admit it. You felt guilty and confused. When you were with Etienne, you felt as though you were betraying me. Meanwhile Etienne’s devotion had you worried about his reaction when he learned you belonged to me.”

He was right, of course. I remembered my tête à tête with Etienne at the café that afternoon. I’d been terribly concerned about his reaction to the news about Harry. Meanwhile when Harry had made me recount my exploits with Etienne, I’d always tried to conceal my excitement, to play down the thrill I got acting the role of his mistress.

“You’ve got nothing to hide now.” With his lanky frame, mussed hair and crooked grin, Harry almost looked like a teenager. A very horny teen, considering the substantial erection bobbing hopefully at his groin. He flipped back onto his side and fixed me with a slightly fuzzy gaze. He was irresistibly cute without his glasses. “Everything’s out in the open.”

“But it’s all so—complicated!” As usual, my objections began to melt in the warmth of his smile.

He danced his fingers up my outstretched thigh and my pussy clenched in anticipation.

“On the contrary, I think this considerably simplifies the situation—Ms Wong.” Etienne’s voice was deferential, but I read a mirror of Harry’s mischief in his expression. “I serve you. You serve Harry. Each of us gets what he or she wants.”

“There’s no more need for secrets, love. Or for surreptitiously administered enhancements to the libido, either…” Harry slipped a fingertip between my moist lips and grazed a fingernail across my clit.

My annoyance paled next to the flare of pleasure kindled by his touch. Before I could clamp down to hold his hand in my crotch, however, he’d snatched it away.

“Oh no!” I groaned, fighting arousal and disappointment. “You told him…?”

“I had my suspicions in any case. It doesn’t matter. Your methods might have been dubious, but I’m grateful for the results.” Etienne glanced down at the livid marks from my beating, a set of parallel strips leading up his lean thighs toward his rearing cock. “I might never have had the courage to act on my desires if not for your—um—intervention.” His voice held quiet pride.

“You don’t have to be ashamed or embarrassed,” Harry added. “All we want—both of us—is to satisfy you. To please you and make you happy. Can’t you just accept that?”

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Oh – and if you leave a comment with your email address, I'd be happy to send you a PDF copy of my own original cookbook, Recipes from an International Kitchen! (This isn't a drawing; I'll give a copy to everyone who asks.)

About the Author

I started both writing and cooking at an early age, and I've continued to indulge both passions as I've matured. Usually I'm an improvisational cook; I'm not all that fond of following recipes, and when I do, I almost always introduce my own variations. My philosophy tends to be the more spice, the better.

You could say the same about my writing. Since the release of my debut novel Raw Silk in 1999, I've published lots of erotica and erotic romance in almost every sub-genre– more than fifty single author titles, plus dozens of short stories in various erotic anthologies, including the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. My gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.

I have more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by my chosen genre. Widely traveled but still with a long bucket list of places to go, I currently live in Southeast Asia with my indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where I pursue an alternative career that is completely unrelated to my creative writing.


Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Interview with Lady Beauchamp in BOUND BY THE BUCCANEER

AMAZON BUY LINK: http://tinyurl.com/kcgqmgq
More at end of article
Interview with Lady Pirate Frederica Beauchamp from Bound by the Buccaneer
Frederica, what did you think when Gaston first told you he’d offered you to three pirate captains for the night?
I was horrified, angry, scared – all of that. But I finally realized that we had no choice. If I hadn’t agreed we would have been signing our own death warrants, not to mention sacrificing the lives of our crew.
When did you realize being with the men could be a good thing?
I saw the positive to our alliance with them from the beginning, but it wasn’t until I was sitting in the room playing cards with them and sharing a drink that I began to see how attractive and gentlemanly they were. That made me feel comfortable and desirable, and in the end, it turned into an incredible experience.
What was your first impression of the three men?
(Giggles) Well, Miles Appling is one of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen. That’s probably why Gaston was so jealous of him. He takes command of a room, and both women and men fall under his spell. Edward Chatham is striking too, he’s shy but he has a devilish side too. And Pugwash – you’d never know it by looking at him, but he knows his way around a woman’s body. His experience and eagerness to please makes him quite desirable.
What did you think of Gaston’s reaction after the tryst was over?
(Rolls her eyes) Ugh. What a bore. The only reason I agreed to it was because he asked me to. Then he has the gumption to lose himself in the bottle and storm around mad and jealous as can be. Men! Sometimes they are their own worst enemies.
Now I have some questions about the upcoming book. What can we expect to see in book three of the Pirate of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy?
In book three we go after Captain Humphrey, and there will be some health scares. There will also be plenty of new sexy adventures. I’m lobbying for a rope suspension scene but we’ll see...
Anything else you can tell us about that?
Nope. You’ll just have to read the book.
Thanks for being with us today. Best wishes to you and Gaston!
Thank you.

Here’s an excerpt from my latest novella, Bound by the Buccaneer

            Gaston raised a brow to her. “And what if I do?” He asked, untying the ropes from her wrists. “You know how much it excites me to see you all bound and helpless. Don’t you like being my own personal little whore?” Mischief danced in his visible brown eye. The other hid behind a black patch, injured in battle.
            She touched a finger to her lips and rolled her eyes in mock consideration.
            Before she had a chance to answer his rather rhetorical question, he pounced on her. His weight upon her gave her a feeling of warmth and security she felt at no other time than lying under him.
            “Liar,” he whispered into her ear, his mouth trailing down her neck. “Tell me how much you love it.” Then he proceeded to tickle her ribs which sent her into a gale of giggles.
            “Must I resort to the gag again?” He waved a red kerchief in the air playfully.
            Her laughter made it difficult to speak. “Yes, yes, I love it.” Her voice reached a high-pitched squeal.
            He ceased the tickling and sensually covered her mouth with his hand. “You must remain quiet or I will be forced to quiet you.” With each word his mouth traveled lower on her body, accentuating every word with a kiss.
            Gaston hated for her to be too loud during their lovemaking. He worried that if the crew heard them, it would cause trouble. It wasn’t exactly fair for the Captain to be the only man aboard with a woman to bed every night. It was unclear to her whether he was more worried the pirates would rape her or if he feared they would stage a mutiny of his leadership, or both. Either was a potential problem if the men grew irritable enough.
            So she tried to be quiet, but it was difficult considering the way Gaston brought her to such heights of ecstasy. Though she’d been a virgin when they met, and therefore inexperienced, she had no doubt he had talents in the bedroom that exceeded those of most men.
            All he had to do was look at her a certain way, and Frederica’s body responded to him. His kisses awakened a fire inside her that only he could douse. “I know how you can keep me quiet,” she breathed huskily.

Bound by the Buccaneer
Two years have passed since Frederica joined Gaston aboard the Ocean’s Knave, and with every passing hour they have fallen more deeply in love. By day she is the ship’s physician, but at night she serves her captain in his bed, offering her body for him to punish and pleasure until she begs for more. But after a successful run of raiding other pirate ships, the couple have a target on their backs.
Their only hope is to form an alliance with a trio of like-minded captains, but in order to guarantee the cooperation of these unyielding, battle-hardened men, Gaston is forced to offer them a night with Frederica. Reluctantly, she agrees to be shared with the men, but afterwards Gaston finds it difficult to forgive himself for bartering Frederica’s charms. As jealousy and desperation threaten to consume him, will Gaston lose his beloved Frederica or can he weather the storm and find a way to bind her to him forever?
Publisher’s Note: Bound by the Buccaneer is the second book of the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge trilogy, which began with Rescued by the Buccaneer. It is an adventure and erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including a foursome, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more.
You can pick up your copy of Bound by the Buccaneer today:
Since the Pirate of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy is best read in order, here’s more about the first book:
Rescued by the Buccaneer
When Frederica Beauchamp boards a ship for the Americas, she dreams of a life filled with adventure, but she gets more than she bargained for when her passenger ship is attacked by pirates.  The heartless men kidnap her and force her to serve their captain—a fate that might be worse than death, since though he does not have his way with her, the captain delights in baring her, shaming her, and thrashing her bare bottom as punishment for every imagined disobedience.

After the pirates bring aboard an injured man found floating in the sea, Frederica tends to his wounds and learns that he is Gaston Galette, a survivor of a shipwrecked vessel. Gaston seeks her help to overthrow the vile captain, but when their plan goes awry he is forced to use all of his wiles to save them. As the naïve girl and the seasoned sailor navigate one perilous situation after another, he informs Frederica that the only way they can survive is if he is in command, and that if she thinks things can be otherwise, she will be taken over his knee for a bare bottom spanking.

As he watches the proud, willful Frederica bow to his authority, however, Gaston worries that her growing hold on his heart will be his downfall. He knows he cannot take a woman with him when he returns to his ship and crew, but when Frederica accepts his lustful dominance completely, submitting to him with grace and beauty no other woman could match, Gaston realizes that he may never be able to let her go.

Publisher’s Note: Rescued by the Buccaneer is the first book of the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge trilogy. It is an adventure and erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including elements of BDSM and humiliation, and more.
You can find Rescued by the Buccaneer here:


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About the Author
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
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Friday, April 13, 2012

Spring Break – Sultry, Sublime and Sometimes Scary


When you think of spring break do you think of a bunch of college kids heading to a popular beach resort like Daytona Beach or Fort Lauderdale, Florida and going a little wild? Where did you go on spring break when you were in college? When I lived in South Florida, not far from Ft. Lauderdale Beach, the locals knew NOT to head down the beach during those couple weeks in April. The parking was non-existent, the beaches and walkways were crowded and the restaurants and cafes jammed with tourists and spring breakers. Over the years, it died down and students found other hot spots to invade. 
Here are the most popular spring break hot spots for 2012:

Cancun, Panama City, Fl., Miami, Fl., Europe, Puerto Vallarta, Acapulco, Bahamas and Jamaica, South Padre Island, Texas, Baja (Rosarito Beach, Cabo), and surprisingly some North American and Canadian ski areas are still open for spring skiing. Frankly, with the price of college tuition, I don’t know how students or their parents afford it. I couldn’t when I was in school. I had three part-time jobs and worked every weekend.
If you’re an old movie fan, there are a number of ‘beach party films’ set in Fort Lauderdale, the setting for my novella SPRING BREAK (release date: April 13th at Ellora’s Cave) http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10007-spring-break.aspx

Girl Happy (1965) with Elvis Presley and Shelley Fabares. Rusty (Elvis Presley) and his band head to Ft. Lauderdale from Chicago for their annual spring break gig. Big Frank (Harold Stone) extends their stay so they can keep an eye on his daughter Valerie (Shelley Fabares) in Ft. Lauderdale who is on spring break. Her father thinks Elvis is going to keep Big Frank’s daughter out of trouble. Yeah, right. And Elvis never appears shirtless in this film despite the many pool and beach scenes.
Where the Boys Are (1960) with Connie Francis, is a coming of age story set in Ft. Lauderdale.
There are other films about spring break in other locales. Of course, a few lean toward the teen horror flicks.
Palm Springs Weekend (1963) Connie Steven and Troy Donohue. A boy  in love with the daughter of a police chief. The character names made me laugh: Biff, Boom-Boom, Stretch. Then this was the 1960s.
Spring Break (1983) A couple nerds, wet T-shirt contests, lots of beer and you have an 80s version of spring break. This one is set in Ft. Lauderdale too.
Ruby In Paradise (1993) Ashley Judd in Panama City after spring break, more of a drama.
The Hitcher (2007) teens doing stupid things. A horror flick. A remake of the 1986 flick. Teens on their way to spring break do what your mother tells you never to do: pick up a stranger hitchhiking.
Reno 911!: Miami (2007) A crazy comedy with The Rock as a SWAT agent, a motorcycle cop who wears hot-pants, a prostitute named Terry, ah, too complicated to explain.
Spring Breakdown (2009) Three women who were geeks in college, jump 15 years ahead and go on spring break together.
Piranha (2010) Hard to believe this comedy, horror flick could be considered a spring break film. Richard Dreyfus and Christopher Lloyd are in it. If you’re into the munching on wet teens kind of movie fun, then this one might be for you. Not my type. I did like Jaws, but that’s a classic, and a summer flick.
Have you watched any of these films?
After you’re finished with your film marathon, you might like a sexy, hot read about spring break. If so, I hope you’ll check out my novella, SPRING BREAK. It’s the first of a planned series surrounding a sex club called TropiX. Here’s the blurb:

SPRING BREAK by Kathy Kulig
Ellora’s Cave, April 13th

Spring break beyond your wildest fantasies? If Justin Watkins can stop keeping watch over his college students like Big Brother, he might convince the prim-and-proper Mariko Maguire to be his sex partner at the invitation-only adult club called TropiX.
Mariko is in Fort Lauderdale on business, trying to secure new clients for her PR firm. Abandoning prior commitments for one wickedly lustful evening—a one-night stand of kinky sex—was not on her agenda.

Carter Bosworth is looking for an evening of sex games during his layover in the tropical playground. He’s a regular at TropiX and always open for a new thrill. His plans are sidetracked, but it may be to his benefit after all when he meets the beautiful Mariko. The potent heat developing between Justin and Mariko tempts her into shedding her inhibitions, and an exploration in eroticism develops beyond her imagination at the fetish club.

Thanks so much for having me, Cerise! 
Kathy Kulig
www.twitter.com/kathykulig