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Weekend Wake-up Call – Unholy Union

His lips and tongue moved on her.  He tasted her with exquisite slowness, like a gourmand enjoying a particularly fine dish.  The liquid sounds of licking and swallowing were as arousing as the actual sensations.  She writhed in response, cooing her delight.  She buried her fingers in his tousled blond locks.
His mouth danced on her softest flesh, sucking gently on her clitoris then tracing his tongue down her folds to dip into the well of her sweetness.   His fingers joined the choreography, performing intricate steps that left her gasping.   Gratification teased, coming close enough for her glimpse it, but shied away before it could be captured.
“Please,” Elaine whimpered.
Ash plunged two fingers into her softness, and his lips closed over her clitoris, capturing the sensitive nub for his tongue to lash across.  His probing fingertips found the nest of nerves inside her sheath, and a bolt of desire shot through Elaine’s belly.  She cried out.  Seconds later she screamed as orgasm exploded white-hot, leaving her bucking violently against Ash’s face.
He licked his glistening lips after she quieted.  He stood, shedding his clothes and pulling her stockings off.  He slid her so she lay in the middle of the bed, her head resting on her pillows.  He climbed over her.  “My turn.”
Elaine opened her mouth for his rigid length, making sure to catch the drop of salty fluid on the tip with her tongue.  She caressed his balls as he descended, loving the silky feeling of his skin.  She relaxed her throat, denying the gag reflex as he pushed deep into her mouth.
Ash’s hands captured hers, and she felt the softness of her stockings as he bound her wrists.  He tied her to the headboard of the bed, and she couldn’t resist pulling to test the strength of the restraints.  They held, and she felt the lovely liquid warmth of desire fill her belly.  Helpless to deny Ash, she could only accept his every whim now.  It excited her.
He fucked her mouth with long, slow strokes, groaning when she rubbed her tongue hard against the thrumming vein on the underside of his penis.  “You look beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock,” he whispered.  “I like how warm it feels, how your wicked little tongue strokes me just right.  I’m going to go a little faster, a little harder now, Elaine.”
She readied herself for his use, timing her breaths for when he drew back so she didn’t choke when he plunged in.  His gasps came faster, warning her he was close.  He growled a little, his voice more animal than man.  The bestial sound made her wetter.  
Elaine heard the thud of Ash’s fist hit the wall behind the bed an instant before his thick, salty fluid burst into her mouth.  She swallowed each pulse of his seed, feeling she made him a part of her by doing so.  She sucked eagerly on his pulsing sex, determined to have every drop of him.
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WIP Wednesday – Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction

The body was only a few steps away from the sheriff. A couple deputies were taping the area off for the crime scene unit to go over once they arrived. It was still uncovered, so the discovery had to be pretty fresh. One glance and I had to look away. The victim was bloated, so he’d been out here a few days. It was also obvious he wasn’t whole. I glimpsed some ragged tears on the swollen flesh. My bet was, the feral hogs in the area had taken a few bites of the poor guy. 
Thank goodness I didn’t need to breathe. From the way the officers held their hands over their noses, the guy was pretty ripe. How Grayson could stand there so stoic was beyond me. But then, Grayson has seen some messed up stuff. As small as Fulton Falls and Ford County are, we still have our share of murder, much of it the messy variety.
I steeled myself to take another look. It wasn’t morbid curiosity. I needed to see the dead man’s face. I walked over and stared into the upturned face.
He’d been a hog shifter. The snout and small tusks were a giveaway. There had been five werehogs on the missing list. I inspected the shape of his wide staring eyes, the color of his hair, the jaw structure.
Dan had come over with me. I told him, “I’m not sure because of the shape he’s in, but this man may be one of Levi’s instructors. He looks vaguely familiar, similar to the picture Levi gave me.”
Behind me, Grayson spoke up. “Charlie, you said you smelled nitro coming from the body?”
A werehog deputy paused putting up the tape. “Pretty sure I did, Sheriff, though the decomp is kind of overwhelming the scent. I’d lay odds he was shot. Smelled like some Russian import stuff. Or low-grade domestic.”
“Shot with nitro?” I asked Dan. 
“He must be referring to nitrocellulose. It’s the propellant used in bullets.” Dan looked over the scene and shook his head, his face long with dismay. “Man. What an ugly way to die.”
I saw what he was talking about. The body was at the end of a trail of blood, which wove a path deeper into the woods. He’d been hurt elsewhere and made his way only steps from the road. If I had to judge from the amount of blood in his wake, he must have suffered awfully.
I looked around my surroundings again, suddenly spooked. Dan noticed. “What is it?”
I licked my lips. “It kind of reminds me of where my body ended up after I was killed.”

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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 4: Alien Salvation

                Lindsey pressed her shoulders back, leaning away from Japohn so her breasts pointed up. With her hands still clasped behind her back, she was forced to trust him to hold her and keep her from falling. His grip surrounding her ribcage assured her of her safety.                Japohn’s head bent to her chest, capturing first one, then the other nipple in his sucking mouth. The tip of his tongue lashed the pink nubs, making them tighten. Lindsey’s head fell back, and she sighed her pleasure to the stars overhead.                He held her that way for a long time, suckling gently one moment, hard the next. The Nobek’s sexes flexed within her every now and then, reporting on his pleasure as he consumed the soft mounds. Lindsey warbled delighted little cries, lost in the joy of his warm mouth, teeth, and tongue.                When his fangs broke the skin of her left upper breast, she offered no complaint, not even flinching at the twin pinpricks. Instead, her nether regions clenched around his rigid flesh, offering proof that she’d come to equate sensual pain with pleasure. Lindsey closed her eyes to feel the fresh onslaught of intoxicant rush euphoria through her body.                Japohn lifted her so that her chest met his. “You may touch me, slave,” he said.                 “Thank you, Nobek.”                Her greedy hands lost no time in taking him at his word. As Japohn rose up on his knees and began to thrust deep into her core, Lindsey caressed the strong jaw, the corded neck, the wide shoulders, the chiseled chest, the muscled back. Her lips followed next, trailing wet kisses everywhere she could reach, tasting the sweet saltiness of his skin. Her fingers dove into his thick curls, their softness at odds with the granite hardness of the rest of the man. She tangled her hands in his hair, delighting in every nuance of him.                Lindsey nibbled at Japohn’s goatee, straining upwards in an effort to snare his mouth. He lowered his face to hers, permitting her kiss on his pouting lips. She opened her mouth, offering him the one orifice he didn’t penetrate. His tongue swept in, and she moaned to finally be completely possessed by him.                The Nobek’s hips swung like a pendulum, filling then emptying Lindsey’s hearth with determined thrusts. She clung to him, pressing her feet, twined at the ankles, against his flexing buttocks.  She worked to pull him into her body as far as possible. Japohn was so big that his tip bumped into her cervix, sending delicious darts through her belly. She tightened her thighs around him, rising and falling over his driving shafts.                The additional pressure made her clitoris rub hard against the man’s body, sending yet more shocks of pleasure tumbling through her belly. Lindsey was igniting again, and she moved against Japohn eagerly, desperate for more fulfillment despite being brought three times already.                 Kinky submissive nymphomaniac. Who would have guessed? Or am I just making up for thirty years of virginity all at once?                It didn’t matter as the moment of release arrived, consuming her as Japohn drove hard. Lindsey clutched at his shoulders desperately, riding wave after wave of elation while he drummed into her without pause. The moment one spasm relented, another took its place. She lost all sense of sight and sound as the incredible sensations tore her from conscious thought.
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WIP Wednesday – Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction

I slowly rose, concentrating on drifting upward rather than lifting off. I was aware of Wendy keeping close watch.
I was about ten feet off the ground. My coach called, “Remember, serene! Just like you’re doing now. That’s great, Brandilynn.”
I tried to hold onto that light as a feather feeling as I rose slowly into the air. “Just a little pixie dust and we’re off to Neverland,” I muttered. 
I was high enough now. I willed myself to move forward, trying to go slow. The magnolia tree in the distance was coming close. It was one of those that didn’t shed its leaves in the winter, and with my vampire sight I could see the veins in the dark green foliage. 
Darn it, the tree was coming at me faster despite all my attempts to keep my pace gradual. It was already a matter of feet away. I tried to slow down. My body began jerking and plunged towards the ground for a brief second.
“Around the tree. Around the tree,” I coaxed, my voice rising in desperation. I jolted to one side. It wasn’t pretty, but I avoided collision. I sailed past the magnolia, again picking up speed.
“Slow turn, slow turn, slow turn,” I chanted, still trying to will my power to behave. My body jerked harder than ever, making me look like a marionette being flung about.
A surge of anger flashed at my inability to control what seemed to come so easily to the other vampires. With the moment of temper, I lost my tenuous power over the ability. I abruptly twisted in the air, bringing me face to trunk with the tree. I shot straight for it.
At the last second, I managed to veer off to one side. I missed the trunk but still smacked into several large branches. Gravity took the last of my conscience influence away, and I landed in a heap at the foot of the tree.
Pain and disappointment robbed me of my usual abhorrence for vulgar language. I let loose with profanity that would make a sailor proud. It was the crowning moment of my failure.
Once I’d emptied my store of potty mouth, I slowly sat up. The one good thing about my situation was having an undead body that healed quickly. 
My moment of thankfulness was interrupted by loud boisterous laughter. Someone was finding my predicament funny, and that made me mad all over again. I shot to my feet and readied to make someone pay.
It was neither Wendy nor Gerald enjoying so much amusement at my expense. I looked in the direction of their stares to see Arthur Dragwald approaching us from the wooded area flanking one side of the field. His gait was impeded by the fact he was nearly doubled over in laughter.
Had he been watching the entire time? Why was he here at all?
Important questions, but my confusion was quickly eclipsed at his hilarity over my latest mishap. Anger rose higher with every rude guffaw.
“See something funny, Arthur?” My voice was dangerous without effort.
He managed to calm enough to speak. “Oh my, yes. Right into the tree! Ah, poor tree, do you think it will survive?”
He drew close. As furious as I was, I couldn’t help but notice that funny charred smell of his. It was different from anyone I’d ever met, though I could have sworn I’d come across it before. It was a vital scent, one that made me think of jalapenos or wasabi. I thought he might be a livelier bite than even Gerald. 
Plus giving him a nice big chomp would shut him up. 
I did make the attempt to be reasonable though I felt anything but that. “You do know laughing at a new vampire, one with little control over her emotions, is an invitation to trouble don’t you?”
Arthur stopped a couple of feet away. His eyes narrowed but the mocking grin remained. “Do you want a taste, young lady? I warn you, it could be a very bad idea.”
For him, yeah. “Keep irritating me, and you’ll find out just how bad an idea it is.”

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Weekend Wake-up Call – Netherworld I: Drop Dead Sexy and Price Change!

I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving and I hope you are ready for a wondrous holiday season. As the shopping mania descends, I want my dear readers to not forget to treat themselves. You deserve it. The e-book version of Netherworld I: Drop Dead Sexy is now only 99 cents!





Escort Brandilynn Payson is shocked to discover she’s dead.  Even worse, she’s the latest victim of the Fulton Fall Ripper, a vampire serial killer.  Being deceased is no obstacle for fun however, and Brandilynn quickly proves she’s the life of the after-death party.  But her killer is still on her trail, and she learns there are worse things than death to worry about.
Mild BDSM, including anal play/intercourse, bondage, Dom/sub play, spankings, and multiple sexual partners (m/f/m).




Dan pressed me back on the sofa, and his gaze roamed my body. The stark desire on his face made me wet. The heat of that stare was almost as palpable as his hands on me. I could see him weighing his options and waited breathlessly to find out what he had in store for me.
“Hands over your head. Keep them there like they’re tied.”
I obeyed, thrilled when I felt the memory of a quickening pulse thrum through my body. Dan grasped my ankles, draping one leg over the low back of the couch and planting the other foot on the nearby table so that I spread wide open.
“You’re very wet, Brandilynn,” Dan murmured, his thumb tracing over my intimate folds. I hissed in reaction to his touch, my hips jerking. He grinned. “You’re also mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir,” I whispered. I whimpered when his thumb ran up my slit again.
“Good girl.”
I warmed at his praise almost as much as I warmed at his touch. I would make him happy with me. I would do whatever it took to please him.
He wet his fingers in my pool, playing over the petals of my sex until his digits were slick with my juices. Then he rubbed the moisture on one brazen nipple. With a grin, Dan put his mouth to my honeyed peak and sucked hard, his tongue lapping harshly against my flesh.
I groaned as pleasure zapped from my breast to my clit in a lightning flash. Dan gripped my breast in one hard hand, squeezing just to the border of pain as he sucked at its tip. Despite the wave of heat suffusing my body, I shivered when his teeth scraped the reddening nipple.
Nipping to service me with darts of pain, then gently licking and kissing the hurt away, Dan had me tossing in a maelstrom of sensation. Pain and pleasure mixed until I got lost in the intensity of feeling, unable to separate the two. And he was just getting started.
Once he’d brought that breast to swollen tenderness in which even a slight whisper of breath made me writhe, Dan moved to the other. He slapped one side of the mound then the other, pinking my ivory flesh nicely. Then he sucked hard on it, drawing as much of it into his mouth as he could. I arched in helpless delight, feeling the joy of heat, wet, tongue, and teeth on my soft skin. 
He set my breast free in slow degrees. Dan’s teeth seized on the tight peak, and he whipped his tongue over the tip. When I writhed uncontrollably, he settled his weight over me, holding me still. I realized he was still dressed. Being naked and at his mercy while he remained clothed increased my sense of powerlessness. Oh, I was in so much trouble with this man.
He punished and rewarded my breast in turns until the peak was as rosy and swollen as its neighbor. Only then did Dan seem satisfied with his handiwork. He considered my breasts with the air of a man who had built a great deck on his house. He looked very pleased with himself.
“Nice, baby girl. Very, very nice.”

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