Janine Ashbless's Blog, page 41
April 16, 2017
Country Matters
Gustave Courbet: L'Origine du Monde, 1866I'm a big fan of the Whores of Yore website, and this week Kate Lister posted an epic (and very funny) post on the disputed origins and complex history of the word CUNT, and its synonyms.
April 14, 2017
Tell me if I'm going in too deep
This is actually me getting my vet on last weekend, at the World of James Herriot museum! You have to pull the calf's ankles...
April 12, 2017
Content-ed
The chapter titles from
The Prison of the Angels
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April 10, 2017
Blue Monday: Kate Douglas guests
Every Monday I post a hot excerpt for your entertainment!
Today's guest is the prolific best-seller Kate Douglas with an excerpt from her new novel Dark Terror, Book 5 of the Spirit Wild series.
(Chanku shapeshifters from the Wolf Tales and Spirit Wild stories are born as humans but have the ability to shift and become wolves or other predators once their genetic legacy is unleashed with the proper nutrients. Berserkers are Chanku counterparts, born in their predator form and eventually--if they consume the proper nutrients--able to shift and walk as humans. The pack is under siege, threatened by a demonic presence that was discovered by two Berserkers, brothers Reko and Ari. They have survived as wolves, searching for the nutrients that will give them the power to shift and walk as humans. Now, rescued by the Chanku pack, eating the grasses their bodies need, Reko has shifted for the first time. Mary and Jack, a newly mated Chanku pair, have taken their new packmate home with them to experience sex for the first time. This scene opens when Reko and Jack have just shared a kiss, something Reko hadn’t expected to like as much as he does.)
Jack didn’t so much wipe his mouth as run his fingers across his lips before he took a deep breath and winked at Mary. “He’s a fast learner, Mary.”
“Good.”
Her voice sounded thick and even Reko recognized her need behind that one word. He focused on Mary, fell into the deep blue of her fierce gaze. She caught him there, held him. She wanted this, wanted him. Like Reko, she was tired of waiting, though he’d waited a lifetime, not even dreaming that anyone like Mary might be here at this time and place for him. He turned and put a knee on the bed, then moved over Mary and knelt reverently between her spread legs. He stared at her for a long moment, learning her shape, the angles and curves and contours of her beautiful body. Then he gently slipped his hands beneath the firm globes of her bottom and lifted her to his mouth.
She rested her legs on his shoulders and clutched the thick bedding with both hands. Leaning close, he inhaled her scent and almost spent himself at that moment. She was ripe with the pheromones he’d only heard of, the musky aroma that drove males wild when they came close.
With just the tip of his tongue, he circled the tiny bit of flesh she called her clit. Her hips bucked in his grasp. He held her still with his hands and used his mouth as she’d asked him, lapping at the swollen lips of her sex, suckling her clit. It had begun to swell so that it peeked out from its fleshy hood—her reaction to his touch. He had no idea a woman had such a thing, like a tiny prick only so very sensitive. Mary’s thoughts flooded him, the way his tongue felt when he swept the length of her sex, how she wanted him to lick inside her. Her instructions fascinated him. Willingly, he followed her lead.
As he drove his tongue deep inside, stroking her inner walls and lapping at her juices, his fingertips brushed the damp, crinkled ring between her cheeks. Everything between her legs was wet with her sweet nectar, and her whimpers told him just how aroused she was. How very much she loved what he was doing. Without really considering the move, he slipped one finger deep inside the opening in her butt. The ring of muscle clamped tightly to his finger and she cried out, arching her back, forcing his finger deeper and pressing her sex tightly against his mouth.
She flooded him with her arousal, flooded his mind with the sounds of her pleasure, and the connection exploded between them into a white-hot barrage of sensation. He licked and nuzzled, knowing instinctively to bring her down from her climax slowly, knowing when to pull his finger free of her body with care. Before she was totally slack in his arms, he lowered her hips and legs, pressed his prick against her opening, and slid all the way inside in one smooth thrust. He held himself there, his sensitive glans pressed against what could only be the hard mouth of her cervix, locked in place by her feminine muscles rippling through her climax. He wanted to move faster, harder, but at the same time he wanted to hold perfectly still and feel Mary, experience her inner tempo, the muscles pulsing with her arousal, adjusting to his size, enclosing him in a hot, wet embrace.
“Now, Reko. Hard and fast.” She clutched his upper arms with both hands and lifted her body to him. Gazing into those beautiful blue eyes, he did exactly as she ordered. He filled her over and over again, the steady rhythm of his hips pounding into her, the thunder that was his heartbeat racing the echo of Mary’s.
He knew his climax was coming and opened the link to Mary, brought Jack into it with them and moved in and almost out of her as if he was a huge piston in a mighty engine. She was so tiny compared to him, and if not for the link between them he would have been afraid of harming her.
But she wanted this, wanted him, and she reveled in the strength of his taking, gloried in the love of her mate, who watched her pleasure and took it into himself. The three of them, so tightly connected that there was no Jack, no Mary, no Reko. They were one, the three of them finding completion as Mary screamed, as Reko cried out and lifted her against him so that he knelt here, in the middle of their bed with Mary’s strong legs wrapped around his hips, with Jack cursing and laughing, holding both of them from behind.
Reko bowed his head over Mary, who’d gone limp in his arms. Jack’s arms stretched around Reko to hold Mary, to hold Reko. After a few moments of the three of them gasping for air, Jack’s laughter filled the room. “Stay there,” he said. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Reko had no idea why he’d given the order, but he held Mary close, brushed her tangled hair back from her forehead with his fingers, kissed her lips lightly for one more taste. Jack crawled up on the bed behind him.
“That was a first,” he said. Reko felt a warm, wet cloth on his back.
“What are you doing?” Glancing over his shoulder, he realized Jack was washing his back.
“Washing my spunk off your back. All I was doing was hugging you guys and soaking up your shared sensations, but when you both climaxed, I joined you. I wasn’t even touching myself. It was all you, Reko. You and Mary. There. You’re all clean.”
Stunned by his own powerful response, Reko carefully lay Mary back down on the bed. He kissed her lips, just a taste, and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay. Reko, that was magnificent.”
Before she was rescued from a human trafficking ring by the Chanku, Mary Ryder had lived a tortured life as a sex slave and prostitute, and the emotional scars of that time still haunt her. Through the patient strength and genuine devotion of Jack Temple, Mary is slowly learning to open herself to the possibility of uncorrupted love and passion in his arms. But before the two can explore their newfound connection and dream of life as a mated pair, they must face a dark menace threatening all Chanku.
Aldo Xanakis was thought to be dead, but harnessing the life force of those he had slain, he has reappeared as a dark and vicious demon hell-bent on the destruction of the pack—and of all humankind. With only days to stop the demon’s lethal plans and the fanatical religious cult he has enlisted to serve him, the entire Chanku pack unites to combine their power against him.
As Mary and Jack are thrown together in an epic battle against evil, they and the rest of the pack will be forced to harness all the magic and sensual power they possess to preserve their way of life and everything they hold dear.
Buy Dark Terror at:
Amazon US :: Amazon UK
Barnes and Noble
iTunes US :: iTunes UK
Kobo
Google Play
Smashwords
Kate Douglas is the award winning author of the popular erotic paranormal romance series Wolf Tales, Feral Passions, and Demon Lovers, the erotic SF series Dream Catchers, and StarQuest, as well as the DemonSlayers series. She is currently writing the next book in the Spirit Wild series.
Kate and her husband of almost fifty years have two adult children and six grandchildren. They live in the beautiful wine country of Sonoma County, California, in the little town of Healdsburg.
You can read excerpts of all of Kate’s books at http://www.katedouglas.com Write to Kate at kate@katedouglas.com. She answers all her email. You can also find her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/katedouglas.authorpage and occasionally on twitter as @wolftales.
Today's guest is the prolific best-seller Kate Douglas with an excerpt from her new novel Dark Terror, Book 5 of the Spirit Wild series.
(Chanku shapeshifters from the Wolf Tales and Spirit Wild stories are born as humans but have the ability to shift and become wolves or other predators once their genetic legacy is unleashed with the proper nutrients. Berserkers are Chanku counterparts, born in their predator form and eventually--if they consume the proper nutrients--able to shift and walk as humans. The pack is under siege, threatened by a demonic presence that was discovered by two Berserkers, brothers Reko and Ari. They have survived as wolves, searching for the nutrients that will give them the power to shift and walk as humans. Now, rescued by the Chanku pack, eating the grasses their bodies need, Reko has shifted for the first time. Mary and Jack, a newly mated Chanku pair, have taken their new packmate home with them to experience sex for the first time. This scene opens when Reko and Jack have just shared a kiss, something Reko hadn’t expected to like as much as he does.)
Jack didn’t so much wipe his mouth as run his fingers across his lips before he took a deep breath and winked at Mary. “He’s a fast learner, Mary.”
“Good.”
Her voice sounded thick and even Reko recognized her need behind that one word. He focused on Mary, fell into the deep blue of her fierce gaze. She caught him there, held him. She wanted this, wanted him. Like Reko, she was tired of waiting, though he’d waited a lifetime, not even dreaming that anyone like Mary might be here at this time and place for him. He turned and put a knee on the bed, then moved over Mary and knelt reverently between her spread legs. He stared at her for a long moment, learning her shape, the angles and curves and contours of her beautiful body. Then he gently slipped his hands beneath the firm globes of her bottom and lifted her to his mouth.
She rested her legs on his shoulders and clutched the thick bedding with both hands. Leaning close, he inhaled her scent and almost spent himself at that moment. She was ripe with the pheromones he’d only heard of, the musky aroma that drove males wild when they came close.
With just the tip of his tongue, he circled the tiny bit of flesh she called her clit. Her hips bucked in his grasp. He held her still with his hands and used his mouth as she’d asked him, lapping at the swollen lips of her sex, suckling her clit. It had begun to swell so that it peeked out from its fleshy hood—her reaction to his touch. He had no idea a woman had such a thing, like a tiny prick only so very sensitive. Mary’s thoughts flooded him, the way his tongue felt when he swept the length of her sex, how she wanted him to lick inside her. Her instructions fascinated him. Willingly, he followed her lead.
As he drove his tongue deep inside, stroking her inner walls and lapping at her juices, his fingertips brushed the damp, crinkled ring between her cheeks. Everything between her legs was wet with her sweet nectar, and her whimpers told him just how aroused she was. How very much she loved what he was doing. Without really considering the move, he slipped one finger deep inside the opening in her butt. The ring of muscle clamped tightly to his finger and she cried out, arching her back, forcing his finger deeper and pressing her sex tightly against his mouth.
She flooded him with her arousal, flooded his mind with the sounds of her pleasure, and the connection exploded between them into a white-hot barrage of sensation. He licked and nuzzled, knowing instinctively to bring her down from her climax slowly, knowing when to pull his finger free of her body with care. Before she was totally slack in his arms, he lowered her hips and legs, pressed his prick against her opening, and slid all the way inside in one smooth thrust. He held himself there, his sensitive glans pressed against what could only be the hard mouth of her cervix, locked in place by her feminine muscles rippling through her climax. He wanted to move faster, harder, but at the same time he wanted to hold perfectly still and feel Mary, experience her inner tempo, the muscles pulsing with her arousal, adjusting to his size, enclosing him in a hot, wet embrace.
“Now, Reko. Hard and fast.” She clutched his upper arms with both hands and lifted her body to him. Gazing into those beautiful blue eyes, he did exactly as she ordered. He filled her over and over again, the steady rhythm of his hips pounding into her, the thunder that was his heartbeat racing the echo of Mary’s.
He knew his climax was coming and opened the link to Mary, brought Jack into it with them and moved in and almost out of her as if he was a huge piston in a mighty engine. She was so tiny compared to him, and if not for the link between them he would have been afraid of harming her.
But she wanted this, wanted him, and she reveled in the strength of his taking, gloried in the love of her mate, who watched her pleasure and took it into himself. The three of them, so tightly connected that there was no Jack, no Mary, no Reko. They were one, the three of them finding completion as Mary screamed, as Reko cried out and lifted her against him so that he knelt here, in the middle of their bed with Mary’s strong legs wrapped around his hips, with Jack cursing and laughing, holding both of them from behind.
Reko bowed his head over Mary, who’d gone limp in his arms. Jack’s arms stretched around Reko to hold Mary, to hold Reko. After a few moments of the three of them gasping for air, Jack’s laughter filled the room. “Stay there,” he said. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Reko had no idea why he’d given the order, but he held Mary close, brushed her tangled hair back from her forehead with his fingers, kissed her lips lightly for one more taste. Jack crawled up on the bed behind him.
“That was a first,” he said. Reko felt a warm, wet cloth on his back.
“What are you doing?” Glancing over his shoulder, he realized Jack was washing his back.
“Washing my spunk off your back. All I was doing was hugging you guys and soaking up your shared sensations, but when you both climaxed, I joined you. I wasn’t even touching myself. It was all you, Reko. You and Mary. There. You’re all clean.”
Stunned by his own powerful response, Reko carefully lay Mary back down on the bed. He kissed her lips, just a taste, and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay. Reko, that was magnificent.”
Before she was rescued from a human trafficking ring by the Chanku, Mary Ryder had lived a tortured life as a sex slave and prostitute, and the emotional scars of that time still haunt her. Through the patient strength and genuine devotion of Jack Temple, Mary is slowly learning to open herself to the possibility of uncorrupted love and passion in his arms. But before the two can explore their newfound connection and dream of life as a mated pair, they must face a dark menace threatening all Chanku.
Aldo Xanakis was thought to be dead, but harnessing the life force of those he had slain, he has reappeared as a dark and vicious demon hell-bent on the destruction of the pack—and of all humankind. With only days to stop the demon’s lethal plans and the fanatical religious cult he has enlisted to serve him, the entire Chanku pack unites to combine their power against him.
As Mary and Jack are thrown together in an epic battle against evil, they and the rest of the pack will be forced to harness all the magic and sensual power they possess to preserve their way of life and everything they hold dear.
Buy Dark Terror at:
Amazon US :: Amazon UK
Barnes and Noble
iTunes US :: iTunes UK
Kobo
Google Play
Smashwords
Kate Douglas is the award winning author of the popular erotic paranormal romance series Wolf Tales, Feral Passions, and Demon Lovers, the erotic SF series Dream Catchers, and StarQuest, as well as the DemonSlayers series. She is currently writing the next book in the Spirit Wild series.
Kate and her husband of almost fifty years have two adult children and six grandchildren. They live in the beautiful wine country of Sonoma County, California, in the little town of Healdsburg.
You can read excerpts of all of Kate’s books at http://www.katedouglas.com Write to Kate at kate@katedouglas.com. She answers all her email. You can also find her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/katedouglas.authorpage and occasionally on twitter as @wolftales.
April 9, 2017
Author Influences - with Emmanuelle de Maupassant
It's not like my heart still flip-flops at the sight of this cover or anythingThe indefatigable Emmanuelle de Maupassant, fresh from her vast survey of erotica authors, has started a series on the artistic influences of individual authors, and I'm featured this week!
The post fingers childhood reading matter like that pictured, 2000AD comic and Victorian art as the architects of my erotic psyche, among others...
FULL POST
Like, what possible effect could this have on a young mind?April 7, 2017
Heirs to Forgotten Kingdoms
DID YOU KNOW...?
The Mandaeans have a demon called Dinanukht, who is half man and half book, and "sits by the waters between the worlds, reading himself."
The first Indian elected to the British Parliament was a Parsee, Dadabhai Naoroji - in 1892.
A Zoroastrian who accidentally kills a dog is supposed to perform a list of penances 18 lines long - one of which is to kill 10,000 cats!
Most Druze don't know what their own core religious doctrines are. Religious truth is a secret only for the initiated (but we do know it includes reincarnation).
Pythagoreans believed that numbers, the building blocks of the universe, had spiritual meanings. 2 was the number of Woman, 3 the number of Man, 4 the number of Justice, 5 the number of Marriage. The classic Pythagorean triangle with sides in a ratio of 3:4:5 spelled out a message written into the fabric of the universe: "Man must behave justly in marriage".
I don't post book reviews. But I enjoyed Heirs to Forgotten Kingdoms SO MUCH that I just had to say, if you are into this sort of thing you will love this book:
Despite its reputation for religious intolerance, the Middle East has long sheltered many distinctive and strange faiths: one regards the Greek prophets as incarnations of God, another reveres Lucifer in the form of a peacock, and yet another believes that their followers are reincarnated beings who have existed in various forms for thousands of years. These religions represent the last vestiges of the magnificent civilizations in ancient history: Persia, Babylon, Egypt in the time of the Pharaohs.
In Heirs to Forgotten Kingdoms, former diplomat Gerard Russell ventures to the distant, nearly impassable regions where these mysterious religions still cling to survival. He lives alongside the Mandaeans and Ezidis of Iraq, the Zoroastrians of Iran, the Copts of Egypt, and others. He learns their histories, participates in their rituals, and comes to understand the threats to their communities.
And here's a proper review, if that's what you want ...
April 5, 2017
Revision notes
A glimpse here into my novel revision process... I've been writing myself a lot of notes! Usually after getting out of the shower (where much of my inspiration comes to me) muttering "Must write that down! Must write that down!"
Having completed the first draft, the next stage is to go through and make sure include everything I want to include (descriptors, emotions, foreshadowing) and check the logic of the plot flow. That means working backwards a lot of the time - I know for sure that Egan has to have a gun in scene X, so where did it come from? Is it the same as the one he had in scene M? But didn't he have that knocked out of his hand? So either he must have picked it up again (alteration) or it's a different one he got in scene T (alteration), but in the latter case then he wasn't using it to threaten someone in scene O, and if I take out that threat then how do I draw attention to the drawer he got the gun out of which happens to contain something else important?
... and so on.
Checking your plot backward (A happens because B has happened because C happened etc) is one of the best writing tips I've heard. It shows up plot holes SOOOOO well.
April 3, 2017
Blue Monday: Saskia Walker guests
Every Monday I post a hot excerpt for your entertainment!
Today's guest is Saskia Walker, with a naughty teaser from her novel Reckless, which has just been re-released.
A forbidden lover in the night. A valuable art collection. A mystery to be solved...
When Katrina Hammond finds herself at the center of a struggle for power and dominance between two brothers, she welcomes the darkly erotic charge the situation brings.
Katrina's job is to value a collection of art in the Spanish villa of the Teodoro family, where Sergio Teodoro rules. Sergio is a dominant man who compels her attention. Nicolas, his younger brother - a passionate artist - also seeks her out. One brother will seduce her and win her heart, but danger awaits Katrina in the shadows of the Teodoro villa. As she uncovers the subterfuge surrounding the collection, she finds that there is more to Nicolas and Sergio's battle than meets the eye, and more to her growing allegiances than may be good for her.
“Now I see you like this...” Nico’s eyes darkened as he examined her on the bed. “I’d like to keep you locked up this way for much, much longer.”
Why did that arouse her so much? Why now, of all times, was her body responding to his threats as if they were invitations to pleasure? Stupid woman, she chastised herself. But he smiled that smile, and he watched her with those hungry eyes, devastatingly handsome as he moved his hips over hers, pressing his erection against her hipbone so that she knew how ready he was, how aroused he was.
“You can’t keep me here,” she repeated, her voice faltering.
He sighed. “Oh, but I can, and I know I can make you enjoy it.”
“Threats,” she blurted, unable to stop herself. That was the wrong thing to say.
“Threats, or promises?" He licked his lips, eyeing her again.
Katrina pursed her lips, annoyance flashing through her. But the annoyance she felt was more about the responses her body gave to the situation. She was a professional art expert on a commission, pinned to a bed in a foreign country by a man who was contesting her client’s actions, and she was aroused beyond belief. What the hell was happening to her? It was as if ever since she’d got hooked into this crazy situation she’d lost all sense of reason.
He pushed up her top so it bunched under her chin, his fingers brushing languorously over her lace-covered nipples. Infuriated, she wriggled and attempted to dent him with her elbow, which only made him laugh, a dry, husky sound that made her sigh inside. He moved his hand, slowly running it over the surface of her throat and then lower, down around the outside of one breast, slowly cupping it through her bra.
She tried to pull away, but he pushed her back onto the bed, pulling her top off over her head, then pinning her arms to the pillow.
He bent to rasp his tongue over the surface of her bra, where it sent a flame beneath the fabric, beneath her skin and into her breast. She couldn’t voice an objection, her body wouldn’t allow it. With Nicolas lying alongside her—toying with her, his large male body pressing so determinedly against hers, his mouth brushing over her skin—she was rendered speechless, helpless, a victim of her own desire.
Anger flared in her, futile anger. She rolled her hips away from him, turning her back as best she could. But he laughed softly, and his hand immediately went to the underside of her thigh. Pressing close against her back, he stroked his hand under her skirt, pushing it up to expose her G-string and her bottom.
“You want it, you know you do. No woman can look as pleasured as you do and deny herself more of it. I admit how much I want you, Katrina,” he coaxed, “I’m hard. You make me hard. This is because of you.”
She had to count to ten to stop herself responding.
“You’re so hot, damp.” His hand was between her thighs, cupped against the fabric of her G-string. “I feel your need in the palm of my hand.”
She lay still on the bed, her eyes pressed shut, mentally refusing to acknowledge him as his fingers moved the fabric aside and sank straight into the slick wetness of her sex, entering her with ease.
Her heart raced, her body clamoring for him.
“Tell me you don’t want this, that you don’t want me, and I will stop.” He whispered the words close against her ear, huskily, his warm breath teasing over her skin, making her aware of him in every possible way.
Oh God, she wanted him, she wanted him badly, but she refused to move or speak, refused to give in to his demands and to her own lust.
She bit her lip, lust making her crazy. Even though she knew she had to take a stand and walk away from this situation, she couldn’t deny she wanted him. She wanted to make this – whatever this was – about something other than the reason why they had met, and yet she couldn’t resist him if her life depended on it.
Buy Reckless at:
Kindle US Kindle UK Kobo Nook Apple
Saskia Walker is a British author of erotic romance, an award winning writer and a USA Today bestseller. Saskia's short stories and novellas have appeared in over one hundred international anthologies including BEST WOMEN'S EROTICA, THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF BEST NEW EROTICA, SECRETS, and WICKED WORDS. Her erotica has also been featured in several international magazines including COSMO, PENTHOUSE, BUST, and SCARLET.
After writing shorts for several years Saskia moved into novel-length projects. Her erotic single titles include TRADING HEARTS, RAMPANT, DOUBLE DARE and INESCAPABLE. Fascinated with seduction, Saskia loves to explore how and why we get from saying "hello" to sharing our most intimate selves in moments of extreme passion. Her novels DOUBLE DARE and RAMPANT both won Passionate Plume awards and her writing has twice been nominated for a RT Book Reviews Reviewers' Choice Award. She has lots more stories in the pipeline! Saskia lives in the north of England, close to the beautiful Yorkshire moors, with her partner, Mark, and a houseful of felines.
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Today's guest is Saskia Walker, with a naughty teaser from her novel Reckless, which has just been re-released.
A forbidden lover in the night. A valuable art collection. A mystery to be solved...
When Katrina Hammond finds herself at the center of a struggle for power and dominance between two brothers, she welcomes the darkly erotic charge the situation brings.
Katrina's job is to value a collection of art in the Spanish villa of the Teodoro family, where Sergio Teodoro rules. Sergio is a dominant man who compels her attention. Nicolas, his younger brother - a passionate artist - also seeks her out. One brother will seduce her and win her heart, but danger awaits Katrina in the shadows of the Teodoro villa. As she uncovers the subterfuge surrounding the collection, she finds that there is more to Nicolas and Sergio's battle than meets the eye, and more to her growing allegiances than may be good for her.
“Now I see you like this...” Nico’s eyes darkened as he examined her on the bed. “I’d like to keep you locked up this way for much, much longer.”
Why did that arouse her so much? Why now, of all times, was her body responding to his threats as if they were invitations to pleasure? Stupid woman, she chastised herself. But he smiled that smile, and he watched her with those hungry eyes, devastatingly handsome as he moved his hips over hers, pressing his erection against her hipbone so that she knew how ready he was, how aroused he was.
“You can’t keep me here,” she repeated, her voice faltering.
He sighed. “Oh, but I can, and I know I can make you enjoy it.”
“Threats,” she blurted, unable to stop herself. That was the wrong thing to say.
“Threats, or promises?" He licked his lips, eyeing her again.
Katrina pursed her lips, annoyance flashing through her. But the annoyance she felt was more about the responses her body gave to the situation. She was a professional art expert on a commission, pinned to a bed in a foreign country by a man who was contesting her client’s actions, and she was aroused beyond belief. What the hell was happening to her? It was as if ever since she’d got hooked into this crazy situation she’d lost all sense of reason.
He pushed up her top so it bunched under her chin, his fingers brushing languorously over her lace-covered nipples. Infuriated, she wriggled and attempted to dent him with her elbow, which only made him laugh, a dry, husky sound that made her sigh inside. He moved his hand, slowly running it over the surface of her throat and then lower, down around the outside of one breast, slowly cupping it through her bra.
She tried to pull away, but he pushed her back onto the bed, pulling her top off over her head, then pinning her arms to the pillow.
He bent to rasp his tongue over the surface of her bra, where it sent a flame beneath the fabric, beneath her skin and into her breast. She couldn’t voice an objection, her body wouldn’t allow it. With Nicolas lying alongside her—toying with her, his large male body pressing so determinedly against hers, his mouth brushing over her skin—she was rendered speechless, helpless, a victim of her own desire.
Anger flared in her, futile anger. She rolled her hips away from him, turning her back as best she could. But he laughed softly, and his hand immediately went to the underside of her thigh. Pressing close against her back, he stroked his hand under her skirt, pushing it up to expose her G-string and her bottom.
“You want it, you know you do. No woman can look as pleasured as you do and deny herself more of it. I admit how much I want you, Katrina,” he coaxed, “I’m hard. You make me hard. This is because of you.”
She had to count to ten to stop herself responding.
“You’re so hot, damp.” His hand was between her thighs, cupped against the fabric of her G-string. “I feel your need in the palm of my hand.”
She lay still on the bed, her eyes pressed shut, mentally refusing to acknowledge him as his fingers moved the fabric aside and sank straight into the slick wetness of her sex, entering her with ease.
Her heart raced, her body clamoring for him.
“Tell me you don’t want this, that you don’t want me, and I will stop.” He whispered the words close against her ear, huskily, his warm breath teasing over her skin, making her aware of him in every possible way.
Oh God, she wanted him, she wanted him badly, but she refused to move or speak, refused to give in to his demands and to her own lust.
She bit her lip, lust making her crazy. Even though she knew she had to take a stand and walk away from this situation, she couldn’t deny she wanted him. She wanted to make this – whatever this was – about something other than the reason why they had met, and yet she couldn’t resist him if her life depended on it.
Buy Reckless at:
Kindle US Kindle UK Kobo Nook Apple
Saskia Walker is a British author of erotic romance, an award winning writer and a USA Today bestseller. Saskia's short stories and novellas have appeared in over one hundred international anthologies including BEST WOMEN'S EROTICA, THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF BEST NEW EROTICA, SECRETS, and WICKED WORDS. Her erotica has also been featured in several international magazines including COSMO, PENTHOUSE, BUST, and SCARLET.
After writing shorts for several years Saskia moved into novel-length projects. Her erotic single titles include TRADING HEARTS, RAMPANT, DOUBLE DARE and INESCAPABLE. Fascinated with seduction, Saskia loves to explore how and why we get from saying "hello" to sharing our most intimate selves in moments of extreme passion. Her novels DOUBLE DARE and RAMPANT both won Passionate Plume awards and her writing has twice been nominated for a RT Book Reviews Reviewers' Choice Award. She has lots more stories in the pipeline! Saskia lives in the north of England, close to the beautiful Yorkshire moors, with her partner, Mark, and a houseful of felines.
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April 2, 2017
March 31, 2017
It Is Finished
Franz Von Stuck; Lucifer (1890)On 30th March I wrote THE END on the first draft of The Prison of the Angels .
And I felt absolutely miserable.
It's an occupational hazard, I suppose. I've spent four years, on and off, writing this trilogy, and I've never invested so much time and care in a particular set of characters. I adore Milja - I think she's brave and clever and complicated and she deserves happiness. I am erotically besotted with both Azazel and Egan. Finishing the trilogy felt like walking away from someone I really loved. I felt incredibly lonely.
There's also an edge of worry. I've had readers enthuse over many of my books, but not to this extent, and not over a series. I've never had people saying they are desperate to find out how it all ends! My readers have invested in the characters too; they want a happy ending, they want emotional payback, they want satisfaction. They've followed my characters for three books and for the first time I feel like I am writing for someone other than myself.
Can I give them what they want? Have I done a good enough job? There's pressure!
At least I've got a few weeks grace now, as I get to go back in and fix everything, and make it even better.
Fingers crossed...
