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Wicked Wednesday Reads: Waking Beauty
It’s time once again to help you over your Hump Day and spice up your week with this cheeky Naughty Fairy Tale from Evernight Publishing. This week, Nikki Prince’s Waking Beauty tells the tale of Aurora Devine, a submissive desperately in search of sexual relief. What happens when she learns that her desire can only be awakened in the arms of her former master?
Aurora Devine’s libido has been asleep for over eight years. She’s had the curse of not being able to have the big O since running away from her master Felipe Santiago Castro. The last time she came at the hand of a man it was with Felipe. Fearing what would happen if she let go with him completely she’d run.
Convinced the only way she will find peace of mind and pleasure is to go to Once Upon a Dream Fantasies she signs up for a time of pleasure asking for everything she’d lost eight years before to be fulfilled in a fantasy.
Felipe would show her that he was her only fantasy. He’d do anything to have her back in his life as his submissive. He’ll play along and give her the fantasy she wants but in the end she’d realize that her submissiveness called to his dominance and they were a matched pair.
Story Excerpt
The quiet continued on for a few moments longer before finally she couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Are you there?”
“Yes, Beauty, I’m here.” The voice was deep and the accent Spanish. They’d given her what she wanted. It wasn’t Felipe, nonetheless he’d do. She could pretend it was him. Only Felipe could make her come. The fantasy, if kept alive in her mind and in her heart, would make everything okay. She had to believe that. She couldn’t continue the way she was going. Hopefully just dreaming of Felipe as she was being touched would be enough.
She let herself live in the fantasy. This wasn’t a random stranger: it was her Felipe and he’d come back for her.
“I see you followed all of my instructions to the letter with exception of one.” His voice was stern and she squirmed.
“I…I…”
She heard the tsk-tsk that he gave. “Don’t bother to explain. I told you there would be consequences, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but?” How on earth did he know she’d touched herself?
“No buts, Beauty. When I give my word I mean every bit of it. So you will be punished. There is no other way around it. I give what I promise.”
His words exhilarated her and at the same time scared her. This was what she wanted and he was going to give her exactly that. He reminded her of Felipe in so many ways. “Now … do you understand, beauty?”
“Yes, I understand…” She didn’t know what to call him. From what she could hear he was moving about the room and he hadn’t tried to touch her yet. It was making her antsy.
“You should know what to call me. What did you put down on your paperwork?”
“I put Amo and señor.” Those two words were what she’d placed on the form. Amo and señor were what she used to call Felipe. Amo meant master and of course señor meant sir. She did say she wanted this to be as real as possible. This place didn’t half step at all. They followed everything that the client wanted.
“Then that is what you call me when you address me, Aurora. Is that understood?”
“Yes, señor, I understand.”
“Perfecto, my beauty.”
Damn, she really could believe it was Felipe. The accent was to die for. She let out a startled gasp as she was picked up by strong hands and held against an even stronger feeling body. In the next moment she was laid across his lap on her stomach. His fingers swept over her lower back where she had her tramp stamp.
“What a beautiful tattoo, Aurora.”
“I got it on a whim, señor.” It was vines on either side with thorns and a rose that dipped into the middle near her ass.
“Briar Rose,” he whispered softly. His words were so light that she almost thought he was talking to himself. His fingers traced lightly over the tattoo and then there was a stinging slap to her ass.
“What are you doing?” She couldn’t help the startled gasp that escaped her as the sting from his palm resonated through her whole body. Her words were given in her shock.
“I think you know what’s happening.” His palm rested on her bare ass and she squirmed.
“Stay still.” The command was given and she immediately obeyed. His large hands stroked slowly over her ass.
“What instruction did you disobey, Aurora?” All the while he rubbed his hand over her bare bottom as he spoke. It was soothing as much as it was delicious.
“To not touch myself.”
“That’s right, my beauty.” She squealed from the first smack on her ass by his palm.
“While you’re here, this is my ass, my pussy and my breasts.” With each word he slapped his hand against her backside, making her moan. Her butt was stinging from the spanking. Granted, it was in a pleasurable way. This paddling didn’t repulse her. In fact, she wanted more.
“Do you understand beauty?”
He gave her another rapid succession of slaps against her bottom. She found herself rocking her body into his lap.
“Yes, yes, señor. I understand fully.” Her ass was burning as she was being spanked as if she were a petulant child, and she loved it. Each slap set off an electric current of sensations that went straight to her clit.
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About Nikki Prince
Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.
Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.
Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writers of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director. She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.
Where to Find Nikki Prince
Marvelous Monday Reads: The Wager
Welcome to Marvelous Monday Reads, and today I’ll be featuring the deliciously hot Regency romance The Wager by the prolific Raven McAllen. This is what Ms. McAllen has to say about her book:
The Wager was one of those stores that wrote itself. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean it was easy, oh no it was very, very, hard. This pair were determined to fight each other and me, and boy did they! I struggled big time with some of their ideas, but they were having none of it. It was their story, and no darned author was going to mess with it.
So I did as I gad to and listened to them, and do you know? I’m so glad I did. This may not be the most overtly hot story I’ve ever told, but oh boy, just read between the lines. Hot is just a word, their actions aren’t.
I so love writing Regencies, everything about them is a challenge, but the satisfaction when your characters tell you you’ve got it correct is second to none.
Catherine is in despair. Her brother has lost a wager and the prize is her. The winner is the one person she dare not be in thrall to. How will she cope?
Brook suggests they wager on the outcome of the previous bet, but he intends to win.
What happens is more than either of them anticipates.
Story Excerpt
“Will you ride…?” He paused and looked her up and down. Her muscles clenched, and her mouth went dry. The looked seared her to the center of her soul, and her pulsed raced at his innuendo. “With me?” he continued. She choked on nothing and he grinned.
“My dear, you owe me,” he said.
Catherine glared and he smirked. Her hands once more itched to touch his skin, and not in an arousing manner. Unless he was one who enjoyed pain. She gritted her teeth and dipped her head. “Gladly, if it means this farce will be soon over.”
Brook lifted her so she could swing her leg over the saddle. His eyes lingered on her ankle, and his hand held on a fraction too long as he helped her settle her foot in the stirrup. His touch seared her, when she looked down she was amazed his fingers were not imprinted on her skin.
“Farce? Not of our making my dear, but if you feel that way you should have reneged. As you didn’t, well, now ’tis the time for me to call the tune. Follow me, or do I need tie the horses?
“No, I will follow,” she said. “For what is the point of deprecating? It happened, I bowed, and agreed to your demand.” Catherine settled deep into the saddle, and patted the mare, who whickered softly. As she allowed her mount to tuck close behind his horse, she could not but admire the spirited steed he swung up onto it. Neither could she stop the frisson of excitement that coursed through her, making every nerve end tingle. She had not felt so aware since she last crossed words with him.
Her horse, Misty, Brook had told her, plodded behind his, as the path wound its way between the tress. They were densely planted and not easy to see between. Several times he seemed to change direction for no reason, and Catherine wondered what was going on. Were they doubling back on themselves, or was he deliberately trying to disorient her? On occasion a tiny glade would appear, and once a waterfall that fell down a sheer rock face for five or six feet, its base covered with tiny spring flowers. She would have loved to stop and pick some, to walk around the area, and enjoy the serenity she sensed there. Brook ignored them and continued on his less than straightforward route. After a while, although she was entranced by those tiny glimpses of something other than trees, Catherine was bored by the ride and beginning to get other ideas about the man ahead of her. His seat on his horse was straight, his back elegant, and his buttocks taut. Why had she been so altruistic in the past? If that was what she had been. Now she thought perhaps the word for her action was ‘foolish’.
The track twisted around a shallow pond, the water in it dark and full of weeds. Catherine shivered and her horse sidestepped as her movement projected to the animal. She soothed her with a few soft words and averted her eyes from the disgusting water. For one brief second her imagination had gone haywire. All she could think was what a good place it was to hide a body.
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Fabulous Friday Reads: In Flames
We’re kicking off this weekend with the smouldering new erotic romance In Flames from Jessica Jayne. I asked Jessica to tell us 10 things about herself that most people don’t know, and here are her answers.
- I’ve been skydiving seven (7) times and LOVED it! Biggest rush I’ve ever had! 🙂
- I’ve hiked into the Grand Canyon to the Colorado River and camped there for two days in the month of July – For those adventurous types, I would recommend doing this in a cooler month. The lowest temperature was 99 degrees and that was at night!
- The only reality show I watch (and I do it secretly) is America’s Next Top Model! Shhhh!
- I was a brown belt in Shotokan Karate. Have not practiced in years, but I do not recommend messing with me! 😉
- I snuck backstage at a New Kids on the Block concert when I was 15.
- I am a founding member of the FOOLs winemaking club. We made a cab franc and a rose this year… stomped the grapes with our very own feet! 🙂
- My favorite television show of all time is Seinfeld! I’ve actually had to use the line “Can you spare a square?” And I am positive I would have lost the contest too! 😉
- Of all the places I have traveled, my favorite spot ever (and the most romantic) has been Corniglia, Italy along the Cinque Terre.
- I was thrown out of Howl At The Moon once for throwing up on the bar! What?!?! I was with a bunch of girls for a bachelorette party and things got carried away! I admit… I’ve never been that drunk since… nor have I been back to Howl At The Moon! 🙂
- I have an unbelievable and irrational crush on Channing Tatum and Christopher Meloni!
Gracelyn Riley married a firefighter. She knew that came with risks. But she never imagined herself widowed in her early thirties with two children to care for on her own.
As a fireman, Matt Riley was at the scene when his brother, Chad, was killed. He suffered greatly from survivor’s guilt and depression after the accident.
The last year has been difficult for both Gracelyn and Matt. They’ve relied on each other to get through the tough times. With the anniversary of Chad’s death upon them, Gracelyn and Matt once again turn to each other for comfort and support. They find it in each other’s arms (and bed). Will their desire for each other consume them? Can they overcome the guilt and scrutiny to find love again…together?
Story Excerpt
“He wasn’t the perfect husband,” Gracelyn said. “I learned about the women. I was so angry with him. So angry. He risked our marriage and our family for a few hot fucks. One of the hardest things I ever did was tell him to leave our home… that I needed to separate from him so I could sort it out on my own. And then, a week later he is gone… for good. I felt so guilty. I loved him. I really did. And he was a great father. I miss him.” Tears started to flow down her face.
“I miss him too,” Matt said. He gave her hand a squeeze. “Gracey, I know you loved him. He knew you loved him. I know he made mistakes in your relationship, but he did love you… a lot… even if he didn’t always show it properly. And he was going to work his ass off to save your marriage.” Matt wiped her tears away with the back of his hand.
“This is just so hard, Matty. Raising Jenna and Josh on my own. It’s a big responsibility when both parents are around, but on my own… I feel like I am screwing everything up,” she cried. “Shit around the house that he would normally take care of sometimes falls by the way side because I forget about it… like the trash. And then I see it sitting there and get mad that he isn’t here to take the trash out or mow the lawn or help the kids with their math homework. He was always better with math than I was. Not to mention, I feel so damn alone.” She looked up at him. Her blue eyes sparkled through her tears.
“You know you can always count on me,” Matt said. He put his arms around her and cradled her. “I’ll help with Jenna and Josh as much as I can. And you know Mom and Pop will always be here to help too. And when I don’t have Brian on the weekend, I can be here to do whatever you need…like I have been.”
“I can’t ask you to do more than you already do,” she said. “You already do so much… too much. You attend the kids’ events and games. You help take care of the yard… fix the little things around the house… make sure my car is always up and running. You need to have a life. You can’t spend your free time taking care of your brother’s widow all the time.”
“Gracey, you are more than just Chad’s widow. You’re family. And you have always been a friend. You’ve been a tremendous support for me. I wouldn’t have made it through this last year without you. I will do whatever I can to help you. You know that. We’ve helped each other through this last year and I’m not abandoning you now. I’ll always be here for you.”
“I just don’t want to be alone anymore,” she cried into his shoulder. Her hands gripped his t-shirt desperately. Matt held her tight. Tears welled in his own eyes. The past year had been difficult for everyone, especially Gracelyn. But she’d always stayed strong…whether for the kids, for everyone else or for herself.
They had shared tears together over the last year, but he had only witnessed her completely break down twice. First, when she found out about the accident. Matt wouldn’t let anyone else break the news to her. He had been at the scene when the accident happened. Several firefighters had to restrain him to keep him from rushing back into the collapsing building to get to his brother. The fire chief wanted to tell Gracelyn about Chad’s death, but Matt refused that as an option. He and Gracelyn were close and he did not want her to find out from anyone other than him, so he rode with the chief to her house. She knew the minute she opened the front door and saw him standing in his turnout pants, t-shirt and suspenders with his face all smudged black from the smoke and his own tears. She collapsed in his arms when he confirmed it. And then when they buried Chad, Gracelyn broke down for the last time… at least in front of anyone else. Maybe she sobbed every night in the shower or lying in bed by herself. But he had not seen it. The sight of her in his arms now… it just broke his heart.
Gracelyn lifted her head and looked at him through her tears. Matt gently touched her face with the back of his hand, in an attempt to wipe away her tears and soothe her. Leaning into him, she pressed her lips to his. At first, Matt didn’t comprehend what was happening. Her lips were soft against his, yet she kissed him so confidently. Her fresh strawberry scent enveloped him… so sweet… so intoxicating. She smelled like summer despite it being the end of September.
Matt’s mind told him to stop the kiss. Stop it before it went any farther. But her tongue slid against the seam of his lips and his head jumbled with a mix of thoughts—none of which were coherent.
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About Jessica Jayne
I am a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in English because I could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing. It is such a pleasure to be able to share all the stories in my head!
In the journey of life, I also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure. But the love of writing has never died.
My favorites: I love to read and write… obviously! But I also enjoy all sports, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes! Go Steelers! Go Rays! I LOVE to travel… LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. I love to drink Teavana teas! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a member of that! J I love hanging out with my family and my friends! Big fan of music, but love nothing better than putting on my jean shorts, tank top, cowboy boots and hat and watching Tim McGraw belt it out! I’m a sucker for a cowboy hat! J
Favorite quote: “If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies.”
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Marvelous Monday Reads: Irish Comfort
Welcome to Marvelous Monday Reads, and today we’ll be featuring the Free Read Irish Comfort by the prolific Nikki Prince. Nikki understands that sometimes the path from friendship to romance goes through the kitchen…
Imani Parker has had it with just friendship with Skylar Magee. Saint Patrick’s Day will either make them a couple or break them. She wants to show him that his place is with her and she is the only home he needs. She invites Skylar to dinner for Saint Patrick’s Day and plans to show him that they can be lucky in love.
Story Excerpt
“Boxty on the griddle, boxty on the pan; if you can’t make boxty, you’ll never get a man’.” –Irish Folktale
“Girl, do you even know how to make Irish food?”
Imani looked over at her sister Sonia and laughed. Sonia had the most skeptical look on her face. “Yes, Soni, I can make Irish food. Besides before Sky’s mother passed away she’d sent me her recipes for everything that I’ve made for him tonight.”
Sonia crossed her brown eyes and made a silly face at her, and Imani could not stop the laugh that escaped.
“Do you think I’d try to pretend I knew how to cook it? If I did that this whole plan could backfire.”
“What are you planning on making him?” Sonia took a deep breath. “Least it smells good in here, so I guess you do get what you’re doing.” She chuckled.
“I’m making bangers and mash, along with corn beef and cabbage and boxties.”
“Okay, I’ve heard of the first two, but what the heck are boxties?”
“Basically an Irish potato pancake.” She couldn’t stop the smile that spread over her face as she perused her sister.
“So tell me your plan again?” Sonia questioned.
“Basically, Soni, Skylar has been feeling homesick. I plan to show him some Southern California comfort via the Irish way.”
“Ah, so the whole ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ deal?”
“In a nutshell, yes, that’s exactly my plan. Sky hasn’t been himself lately and the closer we got to today, which is Saint Patrick’s Day, it’s gotten even worse. I want to show him that home is wherever he lays his head and that I can take care of him and give him what he needs. I want him to smile again.”
Where to Buy
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About Nikki Prince
Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.
Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.
Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writer’s of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director. She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.
Nikki would love to hear from you…
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#SexySnippets: Storm Season
Sexy Snippets are seven sentences, taken from a work in progress, or published book, brought to you every Sunday. And now, allow me to present a tasty little scene from my MMM paranormal romance Storm Season, out on April 26th from Evernight Publishing.
A warm mouth kissed its way up Ian’s naked thigh, pausing every now and then to bite gently at his flesh. The sting was followed by a soothing tongue.
He moaned softly, and someone chuckled. “Oh, you like that, do you?” a familiar tenor said.
“I told you he would,” an equally familiar baritone said. “Now stop teasing the poor man.”
“Teasing’s half the fun.”
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Fabulous Friday Reads: His Guardian Witch
We’re kicking off this weekend with the spookily sexy Romance on the Go story His Guardian Witch from Angelina Rain. When witch Morgan tries to help a cursed man fight off a hex condemning him to a lifetime of bad luck, she finds herself falling for the gorgeous Daniel. But can the two of them fight off the powerful spells of another angry witch? Read it and find out!
Is love stronger than magic?
Morgan has never encountered a spell she couldn’t cast or a curse she couldn’t break. With her natural knack for witchcraft, she runs a magic store that helps others. When a handsome but cursed man walks into her store, she is pit against magic stronger than her own.
Daniel lived an ordinary life before he ended up on a witch’s bad side and was jinxed with non-stop bad luck. Out of sheer desperation he visits Morgan’s Magic Shop. Morgan agrees to help him and they must work together to find the witch and pinpoint the hex she used in order to undo it. As they search, feelings ignite and a romance blossoms. Will this bad luck spell end their love, or will their love be strong enough to break the incantation?
Story Excerpt
Morgan opened her eyes and watched as the glittering aura lights danced before her. They reached the window and passed through the glass on the way to the girl. Once all the lights were gone, she glanced at Daniel. A big smile crossed his handsome face, but her attention went below it. A rock rose inside his pants, large and long. She gulped, and the need to see it minus his jeans suddenly grew too strong.
No, she shouldn’t look. Instead she closed her eyes and tried to conjure up more peaceful images of nature and sunlight. Those images didn’t come though. Instead, she saw her silky bedroom sheets.
Her body lay on those sheets, writhing in passion as her legs spread open and in the air. Daniel’s head bobbed between her thighs, and his tongue lapped at her warm, natural juices.
She gulped, gasped, and opened her eyes.
His lustful gaze met hers. Lust that matched her own and her heart pulsed fast inside her chest. Her center grew damp, and she longed for his touch.
“I think your thoughts were similar to mine.”
She didn’t reply to Daniel’s statement. Instead, Morgan tried to stand. Her knees grew weak as she rose to her feet.
Daniel stood, too. “You can’t deny you were thinking about it, too.”
“I wasn’t denying anything.”
He crossed to her and wrapped his arms around her back. Warmth filtered through her, and Morgan felt herself blush. When he spoke, his breath tickled her skin. “I was thinking about how good it would be to lay you down in my bed.”
“You don’t have a bed. It was stolen.”
His chuckling made her wetter. There was something so sexy about his voice. “The floor, then.” Daniel pulled her closer to himself until she rubbed against him. His hard cock pressed into her navel, and she tilted her head upward to meet his gaze. His lips brushed hers. The kiss started tender and slow. She opened her mouth to invite him inside.
She lay on the floor, his body pressing into hers. His hands touched her sides, slipping under her shirt. His lips left hers and instead kissed her neck. He found her breasts, rubbing his palms over her nipples. Only the thin lace of her bra separated her flesh from his.
Morgan moaned. The need inside her multiplied, and she wanted to touch him, feel him, taste him. She flipped him over until she was on top and he on the bottom. She raked her fingertips over his chest and abs, feeling the hard muscle beneath the black t-shirt. But feeling and seeing were two different things, and she wanted to see. Taking the hem of his shirt, she raised it until his smooth and taut skin lay open for her to feast on. She ran her tongue over the ridges of his six-pack.
Daniel inhaled sharply, and she smiled as she kissed him right below the belly button. Morgan glanced at the trail of hair leading to somewhere below his pants. She undid the button, her hands on the zipper.
“Is this supposed to happen?”
She tried to glance at his face, but who was she kidding? The hardness in his pants was more appealing. “You mean the hard-on. It means you’re excited. It’s totally natural.”
Morgan met his eye, and he shook his head. His gaze moved somewhere beside and beyond her. “No, I mean is the candle supposed to fly?”
“Shit!” Morgan pushed away from Daniel. She watched, bewildered, as black and dark blue winds danced around the room. The candle was high off the floor.
“I’m guessing something is wrong.”
“Very wrong.”
The flame didn’t go out despite the sudden winds in the room. It rose, high and strong and fierce. Then the wind died quickly. The candle dropped to the floor. Flames danced over the hardwood planks. The fire happened too quickly to be natural. Some sort of magical force was behind it.
“Come on, we have to go!” She urged him by pulling his arm until he stood and ran behind her. Once they were outside, her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her phone as she dialed 911. Daniel stood beside her. His face was white, whiter than the nice tan he had all day. “What…” He stuttered. “What just happened?”
“The spell didn’t work. Peace and forgiveness didn’t get to her. Something repelled them, and her anger came at us, manifesting itself as the wind. This spell is stronger than I first thought. Something or someone is controlling it.”
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Wicked Wednesday Reads: Welcome Aboard
It’s time once again to help you over your Hump Day and spice up your week with a delightful Romance on the Go entry from Evernight Publishing. This week, Elyzabeth M. VaLey’s Welcome Aboard takes us on board for a hot holiday romance on the rails. Check out the excerpt below for a teaser!
Julie is on vacation! After months of breaking her back at the office she’s ready for a weekend of absolute relaxation: a little reading, good food and some lazing at the beach are her idea of a perfect plan. However, when a handsome man with a sexy smile and naughty accent takes the seat next to hers on the train she’ll enter a wicked ride of passion and delight that will blow her mind and body away
Story Excerpt
“We’re on a train,” she hissed, gesticulating wildly.
William laughed, the lines on his forehead vanishing.
“I noticed.” He lifted the armrest and placed his hand on her thigh again. Julie bit back an unwanted moan. “What you failed to have seen, my sweet, is that we’re the only ones in this particular wagon.” He smiled smugly, drumming her thighs in a rhythm that almost had her lifting her hips.
Julie huffed. Yes, her body was weak with desire but she wouldn’t back down so easily.
“It’s a public space.”
“And doesn’t that excite you?” William asked, grasping her flesh, his fingers digging into her skin pleasurably.
Julie’s thoughts scattered. This was crazy. Out right crazy. She wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl. Sex in public had been out of the question, and yet—
She observed William. He was impassive, waiting for her resolution while toying with her lust. She shook her head. They could get caught. There could be cameras on the train and it was illegal.
“It’s illegal!” she blurted as the tips of his exploring fingers brushed against her sex.
“So?”
Grasping a strand of her hair between thumb and forefinger, he caressed it before neatly placing it behind her ear, brushing his thumb over the shell.
“It’s only illegal if we get caught, my sweet. I have no intention of allowing that.”
“But–”
His brown eyes bore into hers, the desire swirling in them making her weak at the knees.
“You want to, Julie. I know you do.”
“How?” She cried out the question as he finally pried his way underneath her jeans, resting his fingers above her soaking panties.
“For one, you’ve been squirming in that chair, a lot.” He smiled at her obvious discomfort. “Then,” he murmured, rubbing his finger over her swollen nether lips. “You’re dripping wet. If I wanted to, if you wanted to, I could probably slide this finger inside you without any restraint whatsoever. Maybe even two.”
This was so wrong. His scorching eyes begged her to accept the challenge. Julie bit down on her lip. She couldn’t say yes, not here.
“Tell me you want to, Julie.”
William’s finger found its way under the elastic of her thong. A moan became lodged in her throat as he touched her, learning the wet contours of her cunt with a single digit.
“I—“
She hesitated. Did she want to? Did she really want to do this crazy thing? The tip of his finger hovered over her entrance, daring her to accept.
“Say yes, Julie.” His gaze was heated, his breath as shallow as hers.
She wanted this. Damned be it all, she wanted William’s fingers deep inside her pussy. She wanted the dazzling pleasure, the relief to the unrelenting throbbing between her legs. The realization of what she was about to do spiked her desire and cut off her ability to speak. Opening her legs wider, she smiled shakily. William’s lips parted slightly, his gaze fierce as he pushed a finger inside her. Julie reclined against her seat. Her eyes fluttered shut and she whimpered as another thick digit joined the first. She responded to him. He was her master puppeteer and she was his puppet, rolling her hips with every thrust.
“You want more?” he murmured, his lips hovering over hers.
Julie opened her eyes. William regarded her, his long lashes framing deep eyes that she couldn’t help thinking belonged to a poet at heart.
“Yes,” she whispered, closing the distance. Soft and compliant, she mewled her approval, as she tasted him. Her fear had vanished and left behind an ardor that required urgent appeasing. William grunted into her mouth as she teased his bottom lip, nipping at the full bow with relish. Tilting his head to the side, he swept his tongue over the seams of her mouth in a request for entrance. She granted it readily, taking in his tongue with a desperate hunger that rivaled his as they tangled.
He was relentless, his fingers toying with her sex even as he kissed her. In and out, the thick digits of his left hand pumped into her slowly. It was a delicious torture that only succeeded in making her hotter and more desperate for what was to come.
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About Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.
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Wicked Wednesday Reads: The Art of Love
It’s Hump Day again, which means it’s time to spice up your week with a delightful tale of erotic art and the passion it can inspire (in more than one person, if you’re lucky). Michelle Graham’s The Art of Love is now available from Siren-Bookstrand, Inc. — check out the excerpt below for a teaser!
Melanie Hynes owns the brand new art gallery in Hedon Falls. When she decides to make erotic art the theme of her opening exhibition, she goes in search of artwork.
Justin Gauthier creates a unique blend of painting and photography. Melanie finds his youth and vigor intoxicating. David Hannah can sculpt provocative pieces from ordinary materials. And Melanie discovers that he is very good with his hands. Garrett Anderson’s paintings of BDSM are shocking and arousing. When Melanie asks about the lifestyle, he teaches her.
Three men, each with their own distinct talents, and she falls hard and fast for all of them.
When David finds out she is seeing other men, he is hurt and angry. Confused by her attraction to three men, she doesn’t know who to choose. Justin and Garrett show her the joys of sharing and she thinks that may be the key to her dilemma. Can she convince David to consider a ménage?
Story Excerpt
Melanie watched as he stroked the nipple of the statue, flicking the tip with his thumb and then pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Watching him fondle the statue was incredibly erotic, and she found herself imagining his hands on her breasts, squeezing, pinching, and pulling at her nipples, which were now incredibly hard. Her breathing was speeding up and her heart was beating faster as she became more aroused. He watched her quietly as he worked his hand over the statue’s stomach and around to caress its ass. Melanie gave a slight moan as she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to appease her throbbing clit. David’s smile grew larger.
“Would you like to see something else?” David asked her.
Melanie swallowed. “Yes, please.”
“Follow me,” he said. He led her a little further along to a small sculpture which resembled a wooden dildo. He reached out and grabbed the shaft, stroking it up and down. Melanie couldn’t help the cry that came out as she watched him hold the phallus in his hand, squeezing and stroking it. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and she clearly saw the bulge in his pants. He was just as aroused as she was. Could this be happening again?
“What is it you like about the erotic art?” David asked her as he moved a little closer.
“I…” Melanie couldn’t speak. The rushing had returned to her ears and she had a tingling sensation all over her body. She shifted slightly and felt her back arch as she remembered Justin touching her there yesterday.
“Does it arouse you?” he asked, moving closer still.
Melanie nodded.
“Did you like watching me touch that statue?”
She nodded.
“Do you want me to touch you like that?”
Melanie closed her eyes, swallowed, and made a decision. “Yes.”
David was standing directly in front of her now, and the heat between them was incredible. She stood still and looked into his eyes as he reached up with both hands. He lightly cupped her breasts, and a sigh escaped her. This was what she wanted. He gently stroked the sides of her tits, the bottoms, all around, getting closer to the nipples but not quite touching. He brought his fingers almost to the tight, aching peaks but would then move them away to stroke the sides some more. Melanie groaned in frustration as he teased her again and again, always coming close but not quite touching the spot she needed him to. When she could stand it no more, she reached up and grabbed his hands, pressing them firmly against her breasts and squeezing them over her flesh. He moaned and at last began rubbing his thumbs across her rigid nipples.
“God!” Melanie cried out. “Yes!” Sensations ripped through her body from the pressure of David’s fingers on her tits. It was amazing, but she wanted to feel those hands against her bare flesh. She pushed his hands away and quickly pulled the sweater up and over her head. As she lifted her arms, David deftly released the front clasp on her bra and her boobs popped out into his waiting hands, which he used to continue his sensuous stroking. She looked up into his eyes, dark with desire.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
He bent his head down and slanted his mouth over hers, those beautiful full lips coaxing hers apart. She had to taste him, and she darted her tongue quickly into his mouth. He captured it between his lips and sucked on it, causing her to moan into his mouth. He released her tongue and kissed her again, and this time it was she who pulled his tongue between her lips. They took turns sucking and tasting each other, and all the while David kneaded and pinched gently at her breasts.
Melanie wanted more. She tugged his T-shirt out of his waistband and slipped her hands underneath it, running them up the smooth, hard skin of his chest. When her fingers grazed his nipples, she pulled them between her fingers, pinching and rolling them, mirroring his actions on her body. He groaned as she teased him, his mouth becoming more insistent over hers. He slid his hands around to her back and she arched against him. One hand slid into her jeans and cupped her ass, the squeezing rhythm alternating with that on her breasts. David lowered his hand to the button on the front of her jeans and unbuttoned it, pulled down the zipper, and then pushed her pants down just past the bottom of her ass cheeks. He slipped a hand between her legs, cupping her mound and applying pressure. He rubbed slowly back and forth. On each stroke his hand pushed a little further between her legs.
“You are so fucking wet,” he growled into her mouth.
“I’ve been dripping since you opened the damn door,” she replied.
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About Michelle Graham
Michelle Graham has dreamed of being a writer since she was very young. Her stories almost always had a happy ending, and once she reached a certain age, they almost always had romance. Michelle loves to recreate that wonderful feeling of falling head over heels in love. The relationships she writes about are definitely not conventional, but the love is always the same.
Michelle has been in love with her wonderful husband for seventeen years, and they have two children, and a variety of animals. She lives in southern Ontario, Canada.
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Fabulous Friday Reads: Becoming His Little One
It’s Friday, darlings, which means I have something fabulously naughty for you to read this weekend. Today, I’m featuring Isabella Olivia Ellis’s new Romance on the Go™ novelette “Becoming His Little One,” now available from Evernight Publishing. Isabella’s story centers around Carolyn and her new-found interest in BDSM, but when her Dom’s real life duties interfere, can she handle the consequences?
Carolyn is a plain divorcee living a plain life. Though her sexual experiences have all been vanilla, she is drawn to the submissive aspect of BDSM. In the multi-player online world of Other Existence, she finds an outlet for this. It is there that she meets Dave, an older Air Force lieutenant colonel, who turns out to be her dominant counterpart. After weeks of chats in which they share their deepest desires, the two meet in real life and a match made in BDSM heaven is born.
As their relationship develops, she discovers the tenderness and emotion that complements the lifestyle. There are whips and spreader bars, but also loving massages afterward. When Dave is suddenly torn away from her by his duty to his country, it is up to Carolyn to decide if the love they’ve found is worth the fight to keep it.
Story Excerpt
His bedroom was heavy on the manly accents. The walls were a hunter green with brown trim, and the furniture was made to look like hand-hewn wood. The bed was neatly made with a flannel set of sheets and matching comforter.
He brushed past her, saying, “Make yourself at home.” Then he disappeared into what she guessed was the en-suite bathroom.
When he didn’t close the door and instead hunched down to open the cabinet under the sink, Carolyn assumed he must be finding a condom for later. Part of her wanted to feel insulted that he had assumed they would have sex, but a larger part of her felt a thrill at his assertiveness.
He returned from the bathroom, tossed the condom onto the nightstand, and stood in front of her with his hands on hips. “Understand this, little one. When I snap my fingers, you suck my cock. When I clap my hands, you lick my balls. Got it?”
Carolyn nodded, aching to begin the tasks assigned to her, but Dave narrowed his eyes at her.
“You’re already making mistakes. You’re too smart for that, Carolyn. And I know this because I would never accept any less from someone I would have as my Little One. You answer any command I give you with ‘yes sir’. Spoken or non-spoken,” he growled.
“Yes, sir,” she replied, not missing a beat.
He smiled coldly. “That’s better.” With deliberate, yet impatient moves, Dave unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. Then, he gave a sharp clap of his hands.
“Yes, sir.” Carolyn lowered herself to her knees. Working the jeans down his thighs, she pushed them far enough down for him to step out and kick them to the side. His cock was clearly straining against his navy blue boxer briefs, and she leaned forward to kiss him through the fabric. She felt him pulsate through the cotton.
Dave let out a lustful hiss, but then pushed her away by her shoulders.
Confused, she looked up at him.
Smiling deviously, he said, “Wait here. Just like that. This fun can wait for another time. I have something else in mind, and I am too impatient after talking about it for so long.”
And she did, kneeling with her palms resting on her knees.
After a few minutes, Dave reappeared with a thin steel rod with a cuff on each end.
Despite herself and the scenario, Carolyn gasped. “What is that thing?”
He knelt at her feet, pausing to adjust the length of the bar. “It’s a spreader bar, Little One. You’ve never seen one?”
“I have never even heard of that.”
“Well, we are certainly going to have some fun then, Little One. Turn around and face the bed. Spread your legs a little farther apart. That’s good, now straighten your knee. Good.” He wrapped a cuff around both of her ankles, then something clicked and Carolyn assumed the bar had locked into place.
Her legs were just slightly wider than what would normally be comfortable, but she didn’t make a peep of complaint.
Dave left the room once more and returned with a pair of handcuffs and a black leather flogger. He tossed the latter to the floor, and then without gentleness, he jerked her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together.
There she was, vulnerable before him. She felt exposed being bent forward over the bed with her arms cuffed behind her. She had no way of supporting herself, so she let gravity take over and sank into the bed, her ass still up in the air and ready for the taking.
With a jerk, Dave pulled her dress up over her ass to rest bunched up around her waist. The air kissed her bare skin as he shifted behind her. “Mmm. No panties. You listen well, Little One,” Dave whispered, his hands beginning to skim and stroke along her ass and thighs.
“Yes, Sir.” She replied, trying not to push herself at him in impatience as his movements began to heighten her senses.
His hands left her for a moment, and she heard him pull his briefs off. This was confirmed when the head of his cock brushed against her as he reached down for the flogger. Then she heard him step backward.
The flogger snapped through the air as Dave brought it up and back and forth, over and over, each time getting closer and closer to where Carolyn’s sensitive ass lay exposed.
Each crack caused her breath to heighten. She could scarcely even hear the sound of the flogger over the pounding of her heart.
“I am going to flog you, Little One. Flog that luscious, tasty ass of yours until it is inflamed and engorged, and then I am going to fuck it. What does my Little One think of that?”
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About Isabella Olivia Ellis
Isabella Olivia Ellis is a freelance writer of fiction, poetry, and erotica. She spends most of her days trying to hold her tongue in classes, and most of her nights singing classic rock songs to her child and starting stories she never finishes.
She considers Orange County, CA to be her home, but currently lives in Colorado with her daughter and a closet with far too many cocktail dresses.
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Fabulous Friday Reads: Immortal Thirst
Hello, darlings, and do I have a delicious vampire story for you this weekend! The wickedly creative Tyler Robbins has just come out with her MMM paranormal tale Immortal Thirst, now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. If you like vampires, gorgeous men and menage relationships, trust me, you’re going to love this book. Read and enjoy!
Vampire Tristan Deveraux, savored the night with his young progeny, Caleb, by his side. Satisfying his shameless desires, he took what he wanted without reprisal or regret, until Gauge Roberts darkened his door.
Gauge, an ex-Navy Seal, offered more than muscles and brawn when he became Tristan’s personal security coordinator. Surrendering to an undeniable attraction, the dominating soldier scratched an itch both had ignored far too long.
A remarkable bond is quickly formed between the three very different men, allowing each to fulfill individual needs while maintaining separate but equal relationships, until a surprising enemy threatens to destroy it all.
Will they survive the deadly fight, or is heartbreak the only price for satisfying their kind’s immortal thirst?
Story Excerpt
Gauge cautiously entered a spacious loft with high vaulted ceilings and a dining room table filled with an assortment of food. To the right, he spotted a black, leather sofa with a very handsome and very naked man sprawled across it.
Gauge’s cock instantly twitched, his proclivity toward men revealing itself through his physical reaction.
“Hope you’re hungry.” Tristan’s voice resonated from the far left of the vast room.
Gauge’s gaze drifted away from the naked man and settled to where Tristan knelt at the foot of a chaise-lounge, intently suckling the inner thigh of yet another man.
The erotic moans of Tristan’s live meal filled the room, further stiffening Gauge’s shaft. Unsure what he should do, Gauge stepped back, only to be met by Caleb who handed him a glass of scotch. “Please, help yourself to whatever appeals to you.”
Dizzying thoughts danced in his mind. Which appetite should he satisfy first? This was new territory, far beyond the realms of even his vivid imagination. Should he indulge his physical hunger, his sexual needs, or neither, and keep his first day on the job strictly business?
“Perhaps he’s a watcher.” Caleb brushed past him as he strolled toward the lone man on the sofa.
Gauge drew in a deep breath to steady his spiraling nerves. “You feed right out in the open?”
Tristan ran his tongue up the length of the human’s cock then smiled. “They have no objections.” He then pricked his wrist with the tip of a pointy fang and allowed a few crimson drops to coat the lips of his quarry.
The man licked the blood, and his pupils immediately dilated.
“They drink from you?” Gauge swallowed hard, still trying to keep his wits about him.
“They give me the gift of an existence without pain. I give them unimaginable pleasure.” Tristan then kissed the man and returned to feasting upon his inner thigh.
Gauge glanced over at Caleb, who stood before the other man with his pants unzipped, gazing down intently as the man eagerly sucked his cock. Caleb’s hips rolled with the motion of the man’s bobbing head.
Caleb eyed Gauge with a smug grin. “He’s really good.”
Gauge licked his lips and wandered back toward the table where he blindly reached for a chair and took a seat. His heart pounded, and his cock pulsed. So fucking hot.
He’d been to clubs featuring group sex in back rooms, and had even participated once, but that was a long time ago and blood definitely hadn’t been involved. The erotic way Tristan fed only excited him more.
Gauge’s prick pressed tight against his jeans, and he fought the urge to jack off.
Tristan licked blood from his lips, nudged his partner to the side and joined him on the lounger. He skimmed his fingers across the man’s stomach, enough to make him shudder, but his seductive gaze remained locked on Gauge. “A ghastly sight, isn’t it?”
Gauge swallowed hard, his head booming from the erotic shock of it all. “Not at all.”
With speed too fast to measure, Tristan stood before him, his cock wet and stiff, smelling of sex and the unmistakable metallic scent of blood, an aroma Gauge recognized. “I suppose you’ve seen worse than a vampire fucking his meal?”
“Much worse.” That’s the understatement of the year.
Gauge tried not to dwell on the images which flashed through his mind. The macabre memory of flames reaching far above the rooftops of the small village where they’d burned the decapitated bodies of innocent victims and the vampires who had murdered them. The memory of diesel fuel mixed with the putrid stench of singeing hair and roasting skin Gauge thought would be embedded in his brain forever, also sneaked out from the recesses of his mind where he’d safely tucked them away.
He shot up from the chair, overwhelmed and uncertain of what was worse, the haunting memories of the massacre, or how easily the thought of fucking this sexy vampire appealed to his body and mind, so much stronger than his desire to kill him.
Tristan eased closer and inhaled deeply, then turned his attention to the other vampire. “Caleb, take them away.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Gauge saw Caleb step back immediately followed by the snapping sound of fingers. “You heard my master. Let’s take this party on the road, boys.”
Gauge’s muscles tensed as he resisted reaching out and wrapping Tristan’s long hair around his fist and fucking him like there was no tomorrow.
As the door closed behind them, Tristan ran his hand down Gauge’s arm. “Kathryn told you, didn’t she?”
Gauge drew in a deep breath. “Not sure what you mean, Sir.”
“She told you how I came to be a vampire. How she plucked me quite literally from the brink of death and how my need for sex is the only thing to rival my thirst for blood.”
“She told me you had a way about you I’d possibly relate to.” Gauge understood now. Kathryn’s recommendation included benefits Gauge had never imagined.
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About Tyler Robbins
Tyler Robbins is the pen name of author Robin Badillo, who lives in a small Texas town and is the mother of four nearly grown kids, two boys and two girls.
Tyler enjoys stepping out of her comfort zone and pushes the envelope on the stories she writes every chance she gets. She hopes her readers are just as thrilled as she is with the chances she’s taking.
Always the optimist, Tyler is a firm believer that grey hair is merely God’s graffiti!
