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Weekend Wake-up Call – Aubrey Cara’s ‘Candi’s Debt’

Here’s a little something different to start your weekend off right: a smoking naughty excerpt from Aubrey Cara’s Candi’s Debt, now available through Amazon. I’ve read it, and I’ll tell you right now to forget your book boyfriends. It’s time to meet Hank, your book daddy.
Now on Amazonand Amazon UK.
Excerpt:
Reaching down between our bodies, I teasingly run a finger along her swollen pussy lips, careful not to graze her clit. “You want daddy to make you come?” 
“Mmhm, yes please,” she says on a sigh, her eyes rolling closed as her hips chase my finger, trying to get the direct contact I’m denying her. 
“How do you ask nicely?” 
“Please, may I come?” she asks, looking unsure. 
“Daddy, will you please make me come?” I supply for her. 
She bites her lip and I notice she does this whenever she’s feeling shy or uncomfortable. It makes me want to suck the abused flesh into my mouth.  
She swallows, looking down again. “I thought you didn’t want me to call you that.” 
“You have my permission to call me daddy.” I’m dying to hear the words on her lips again. The first time had been a shock, and a lie. This time I want her to know what she’s saying, and I want to savor it. 
“D-daddy,” she says hesitantly, and I tip up her chin so she has to look me in the eyes when she says it. “Daddy,” it comes out a bit breathy, but her blue eyes are locked on mine, and the look on her face is open and earnest. “Will you please make me come?” 
“Of course, baby girl. It will be my pleasure.” I’m fucked. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to deny this girl anything after this.  
Pulling my shirt up over my head, I heel, toe off my boots before pulling off my pants. I scoot down the center of the bed, pulling her with me. “Come up here and ride daddy’s face.” 
“You mean you want me to sit on your face?” 
“Mmhm. You’re going to rub your hot cunt on daddy’s mouth, and ride my tongue till you come all over me.”  
She shivers at my words but swings her leg over my chest to straddle me. I grab her hips and pull her forward. She clutches the bed frame to steady herself, but she’s still hovering too far out of reach, so I pull her down onto my mouth and her whole body jerks as I suck her clit between my teeth.  
Her taste is fucking ambrosia and the little needy moans she’s making are music to my ears. When she starts moving on me it’s tentative at first. I can tell she’s never done this, and her movements are unsure. Reaching between her cheeks with one hand I grasp the end of the plug and ease it out a ways before sliding it back in.  
Her breath hitches as her legs begin to tremble at the move. Again and again I start gently fucking her with the plug and she grinds her hot pussy on my face, her hand comes down to grip my hair. I growl into her as her cum gushes on my tongue and she’s riding me, breasts swaying as her pussy clenches on my tongue. 
“Hank, Haank,” her breathy cry rings out as she comes and I silently vow she’ll be calling me daddy with the same breathy abandon as she comes on my dick in the near future.  
With shaking legs, she eases off me and slumps on the pillows beside me. I run my fingers over her chafed thighs. The tender flesh is beard burned, and I bend down placing gentle kisses on the red skin. Her shiver at the gentle caress has me trailing kisses up her body until I get to her mouth.  She runs her delicate fingers over my lips before leaning up to kiss me. It’s the first kiss she’s initiated and the significance of the move doesn’t pass me.  
My eyes roll back as she wraps a hand around my cock, pressing me to her hot cunt as I rock against her. Her breath catches so sweetly as I slide against her clit. “You want to come on daddy again, baby girl?” 
She looks up at me, nodding, her mouth slightly open on a gasp as I hit her spot again. “Make yourself come on daddy.” My mouth crashes over hers, catching her moans and cries as we move together. I work against her wet pussy, gliding with ease as she holds me in place. She’s getting closer and I grab her hips tilting her up until I’m pumping along the full length of her soaked slit. Sloppy sounds fill the air as her body bows. 
Fisting her hair, I make her look up at me, “Who’s making you come, princess? Whose cock are you coming on?” 
Her breath hitches before she gets out a broken, “Daddy’s.” Her body bows again as her eyes roll back, “Daddy’s, daddy’s cock,” a breathless chant. 
Feeling her come undone underneath me, hearing her cry “daddy” has me spurting on her belly. I slam my mouth over hers, catching her cries, growling into her as my cum covers us both. 

Back cover blurb:
Candi-
The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition.  
I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him.  
His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts. 
Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.
Hank-
I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap.  
And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She needs to be saved from herself.  
I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy.  

Now on Amazonand Amazon UK.
About the Author:
Aubrey Cara likes it sweet n' dirty—romance that is. She adores writing about kinky characters finding their one true naughty soul mate to love, cherish, and get freaky with. Aubrey resides in Coastal GA with her wonderful husband, superhero kid, two hand-me-down dogs, and a fish that has survived against all odds. When she's not writing you can find her sewing costumes, repairing leaky faucets and dodging the PTA.
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WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

                One man moved towards the combatants on the fighting field. He was no medic ... and certainly not an Imdiko. Clajak forgot how to breathe.                The man’s countenance was as savage as any Nobek, complete with lips wrinkling back from fangs. Yet the man heading fearless into the fight was easily the most perfect specimen of masculine beauty Clajak had ever seen. Long black hair rippled down a broad back and fell forward to frame a face so flawlessly formed that it looked unreal. Everything, from the man’s square jaw to his sculpted body, was a faultless work of art. The sweat that set a glowing sheen on his unblemished mocha-colored skin highlighted the swells of carved muscle. Little was hidden from Clajak’s rapt stare, as the stunning specimen wore the same brief shorts as the warriors he waded through. The Nobek fell into the happy medium of Egilka’s long-limbed grace and Clajak’s bulkier build. If he had any defect, the prince couldn’t see it.                Clajak heard his Imdiko’s intake of breath. He didn’t have to check to see if Egilka had sighted the godlike being shoving aside fighters as he worked his way to the fallen soldier. The Nobek eclipsed everything around him.                He reached the stunned man lying on the ground and yanked him up to a sitting position with a handful of hair. He bent to glare into the groggy eyes.                “That’s all you can take? My mother could take a dozen of those punches and spit in your face, you weakling!”                With that, the god picked up the still woozy soldier and slung him over one powerful shoulder. He walked to the edge of the roped-off field and flung the disgraced fighter to land at the feet of the medics.                As the beautiful brute started to turn back towards the continued fighting, he caught sight of Clajak’s party. He sketched a bow towards them, his brilliant purple eyes widening a little as he acknowledged he had an emperor in attendance. His gaze flicked to Egilka and Clajak.                A grin split his face. Even with his fangs still showing, the man – no doubt an instructor – suddenly looked very un-Nobeklike. He was even more impossibly gorgeous with that merry expression.                His deep laugh sent a shiver down Clajak’s spine as he looked to Yuder again. “That does it. I’m recruiting my mother to make us a real army. Then you’ll see some genuine strength, my emperor!”                Clajak didn’t hear his father’s reply. He wasn’t sure Yuder said anything. All his senses were absorbed in the amazing man who stalked amongst the flagging fighters, jeering and insulting them in turn. The jibes were colored with offbeat humor, not something Clajak thought typical for a Nobek.
Releasing November 2015

Weekend Wake-up Call – The Font

“Yes,” she moaned as the kiss ended.
“Yes,” he echoed and helped her to her knees.   He pulled her dress off over her head, leaving her naked before him.
His hands explored.  He thought how close he’d come to losing her sweet perfection, and the heat of his touch went to her very soul.  Naya moaned as his calloused fingers went everywhere, reassuring himself that she was indeed before him, in one piece.
Your mouth on me, his thoughts whispered, and she caught a vision of herself at his feet, her eyes rolled up to look at him as she gave him that pleasure.  It made her tremble to feel how he ached for the act.
Naya slid to the floor, kneeling before Elisha.  His lips parted in anticipation as she freed his cock from his pants.  It was heavy in her palm, iron sheathed in silk.  Her lower parts clenched at the heated way he gazed at her, at the eager need he felt.  
She started by licking his scrotum, then sucking the softer parts of him into her mouth.  He groaned at the heady warmth, the surge of purest pleasure making his loins feel weighted.  Naya felt it with him and was amazed to know how it was for a man when the woman he loved serviced him thus.  
She released him from the prison of her mouth, cupping his balls with her palm as she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock.  Elisha’s head fell back with reaction, and her pussy clenched as she received the echo of his delight.  She kissed the purplish head, his foreskin drawing back from the smooth surface as he swelled with excitement.  Naya parted her lips, taking the heated appendage in her mouth in a carnal kiss.
Warmth grew in their bellies, and Naya felt Elisha’s groan coming before he uttered it.  She’d never orally pleasured a man before, but the vampire’s mind told her what he liked best.  She gladly gave it to him.
She gripped the base of his cock with one hand, continuing to gently rub his scrotum with the other.  Opening wide, she took as much of him in her mouth as she could.  Elisha moaned again, his hands diving into her hair as she slowly drew back.  Her tongue rolled over the thick staff as she moved, sending jolts of delight through him.  She felt all of it with him, and her sex gushed warm juices to dampen her thighs.
Releasing until only the tip of him remained in her mouth, Naya tasted sweet saltiness.  Detecting how Elisha missed the wet warmth of containment, she didn’t pause long to enjoy his flavor.  She slid his length back in, rubbing her tongue all over for his pleasure.  
Over and over she accepted the steel of his need, the kaleidoscope of sensations and emotions Elisha experienced buffeting her, making her eager to pleasure him all the more.  She heard how he warred with himself; the urge to spill his seed in her sweet, suckling mouth battled with the knowledge of how good it felt to pierce her womanhood.  And he was curious to share her sensations as she had his.
Available through Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Smashwords and All Romance.  Also in print.

WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

Using his greater weight and strength, Clajak pressed hard against Egilka, knocking the Imdiko over so that he sprawled flat against the padded floor. In an instant Clajak was on top of him, flinging the rug open and running his hands all over Egilka’s body. It took the Dramok no time to discover Egilka was hard.                “Got you,” Clajak sneered, his hand rubbing the thickening bulge of Egilka’s crotch. The Imdiko cried out, arching and shoving his groin into the prince’s grip. A wash of lust took every thought of resisting away.                Clajak rubbed the straining lengths fighting to get free of Egilka’s trousers. Egilka moaned, his hips rising and falling in tandem with the Dramok’s rhythmic massage. He grabbed onto the broad shoulders of the man who made him crazy in more ways than he could count.                Clajak smiled down at him, too stunning to be denied, even if his hand hadn’t been driving Egilka into a frenzy. “So sweet, lovely Imdiko. Yes, you are sweet. And so very happy to have me touching you. That’s better. Much better.”                Egilka knew he was lost. Clajak had him by the dicks, and not just in a literal fashion. No matter how much danger the man had put him in, how much more Clajak might continue to find, Egilka belonged to him. It was a realization that brought equal parts happiness and terror.                The only thing the Imdiko could come up with to say about the matter was, “Asshole.”                Clajak’s grin was as bright as if Egilka had proclaimed everlasting love. “Is that your offer? Because I’ll be happy to take it.”                He squeezed Egilka’s cocks. The pressure was sheer heaven, and Egilka’s will crumbled to dust.                He groaned, “You crazy, irresponsible, irredeemable jerk. Won’t someone save me from you?”                Clajak laughed. “Come on, Egilka. Just say to hell with it and let me fuck you.”                He gave another squeeze. Egilka felt molten pleasure surge and gave himself over. “Fine. To hell with it, you gorgeous shit.  Fuck me.”
Releasing November 2015

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 6: Alien Redemption

Rachel thought, I’m ready for it all right.  Crammed gloriously, if somewhat painfully full of Kalquorians, she’d never known such an amazing sense of completion.  The thought of what it would be like to have Conyod here as well, his forward cock shoved down her throat, made her writhe.  It would happen.  It had to.
“Easy, Ray-Ray.”  Erybet gasped for breath.
He moved, slipping out of her until only the tip of him remained in her slick grasp.  Then the Dramok thrust in.  As he did so, plunging deep, Sletran slid all but the smallest bit of himself loose.  The friction of the two men moving inside her, going in opposite directions, was intense.  Then Erybet was withdrawing and Sletran was re-entering.  The ache was diminishing, getting lost in the powerful surge of desire.  All Rachel could do was hold onto the wide shoulders before her as they plunged into her in turns, thrusting harder and harder as her cries urged them on.  The tightness of having two men inside her at once meant heavy pressure on every little sensitive nerve.  She was swamped with carnal ecstasy, her body swelling with awesome need.  The cocks shoved deep inside, claiming her over and over.  She sobbed with the glorious feel of the flesh surrounding and invading her.
Sletran’s voice in her ear was a primal growl.  “You must climax, my lovely warrior.  I cannot hold off much longer.”
“I have her.  Bring her now,” Erybet gasped.  His hands tightened on her waist.
Sletran released the grip he had on one of her buttocks.  His fingers reached between her legs, where Erybet’s cock dove in and out of her pussy faster and harder than ever.  The Nobek found her clit.  He pinched.
Rachel’s entire lower body seized as heat and force blasted through her.  She shrieked at the ceiling as huge washes of release burst through.  Her body twisted and fought the monstrous force having its way with her but was unable to move very much for the two blocks of Kalquorian stone that trapped her.  Gorgeous crescendo sizzled all the way up her spine, forcing itself out through screams that tore from her throat.
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WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

                Hearing his father’s name made Egilka scowl. Suddenly he didn’t want to kiss Clajak. Not as much, anyway.                The prince grinned. “What I wouldn’t have given to have heard that announcement. ‘My father, do you remember a certain Nobek emperor who once courted you as a possible clanmate? The one who if Tidro hadn’t been so much more to his liking, would have made you an emperor yourself?  Well, I’m now betrothed to his son. I’ll be emperor in the distant future instead of you.’ As if Wej wasn’t already eaten up with envy over your research being so far beyond his work.”                Egilka said, “I’m glad my family issues are fun for you to envision, Clajak.”                “My Imdiko, that man has always competed with you and every other person he’s ever come across. It’s only his status, breed, and rank that managed to get anyone to clan him. I know you have little loyalty to Wej, because he inspires none.”                It was true. While Egilka had respect for his father’s work – despite Clajak’s insult, Wej was a brilliant scientist – the man was torment to be around. He even kept a home separate from the rest of Egilka’s parent clan.                “My father Wej is difficult,” Egilka acknowledged. “And yes, when he found out I was to be clanned to you, the anger was ... extreme.”                Even leaving it to his other fathers and mother to tell him of the eventual clanning hadn’t cushioned much of Wej’s fury when he found out Egilka was to join the Crown Prince Clan. The elder Imdiko had been beside himself in a jealous rage.                “I don’t think he gave a damn about being Yuder and Zarl’s Imdiko really, or even about being emperor someday. I think it just pissed him off that I would outrank him,” Egilka mused. That the announcement had come so soon after Egilka had won the top award in research science over four other nominees – one of whom had been Wej – had only fueled his father’s jealousy.                “And now he stays in his laboratory, terrorizing his research team and keeping the rest of the world at bay,” Clajak said. “A lonely man without a friend in the world. That's your future if you don’t loosen up, Egilka.”                The Imdiko gave Clajak a dark look. “I am nothing like Wej, not even remotely. Fuck you.”
Releasing mid-December 2015

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Weekend Wake-up Call – Netherworld III: Once Bitten Twice Dead

I rolled my streaming eyes up to look at his face. His lips were parted, the tip of his tongue peeking out to wet them. The chocolate brown of his irises were nearly lost in the dilation of his pupils, making his eyes almost vampire black. His expression was pure Dominant, the look of a man viewing what he feels rightly belongs to him. I creamed under that steady gaze. I was his to protect or punish. My whole being warmed in the rightness of it.
Dan continued to enjoy my mouth and throat, sliding hard and fast into their warmth then moving slowly back out. He rubbed the underside of his cock against my tongue, groaning softly against the velvet feel of me. Every now and again I was rewarded with the sweet-saltiness of pre-cum.
The determined way he mouth-effed me took me out of my head, out of the reality that had become so fraught with sadness. There was only the silken steel of his cock working in and out of my mouth, the strength of his hands around my face, the heat of my avid pussy, and the slippery juices trailing the insides of my thighs. My guts curled in on themselves to be at my Dom's questionable mercies, making me whimper with arousal.
I almost cried from want when he pulled completely free of me. But his next words made everything below tighten in anticipation. "Now for that pussy."
He picked me up and re-positioned me so that I sat on the seat, splaying my legs wide and propping my feet up on the divider between the front and back areas of the car.  Still in uniform, Officer Dan materialized between my wide-apart legs. Without preamble, he crouched over me, yanked my crotch close, and shoved his way in.
"Good wet pussy," he grunted, filling me hard and fast. I cried out with the force of it as the broad head of his cock ground deep inside.  He pounded me without mercy. My breasts bounced up and down with the power of his taking, our loins cracking like whips when they met each other. He grabbed my hips to make me take him even harder. It hurt to be thrust into so hard, but it was a hot, sweet hurt that made my insides clench.
He felt my passage squeeze down on him. "That's it. Come for me. Come now!" he shouted in my face.
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WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

                Egilka shouted in the prince’s ear to be heard over the scream of a Isetacian trade ship taking off. “Where are we going? What are we doing here? We can’t even pay to get off this damned planet!”                Despite the exhausted countenance that told the Imdiko that Clajak was as close to done in as he was, the Dramok surprised him with a sly grin and a wink. “Then we’ll have to rely on the generosity of others.”                Egilka stared at him dumbfounded. “Generosity?  On Dantovon?” Apparently, Clajak’s brain had melted in the jungle heat. Yet he looked so damned confident. Almost cocky, the smug bastard.                Trying to figure out where his companion’s assurance came from ... heat-induced madness or inside information ... Egilka ventured, “Maybe if we’re lucky, we’ll run into a vacationing Kalquorian or clan. You know we can’t bet on that, though.”                Clajak slowed enough to allow Egilka to walk by his side. His arm slipped around the Imdiko’s waist and squeezed. “Calm down, my worried friend. I still have a trick or two up my sleeve.”                Not reassured in the least, Egilka glowered at him. “I’m not terribly fond of your tricks, Clajak.”                The jerk laughed. “No?  You will be when we’re back in Empire space.” Clajak’s eyes widened as he looked past Egilka. His grin spread wider and he shoved against the Imdiko, angling them from the middle of the traffic flow towards the launch pads to their right. “Now there’s a definite possibility.”                Egilka eyed the ship Clajak guided him towards. He frowned at the large, almost triangular capsule sitting on spindly metal legs that extended beyond the craft’s booster rockets that would lift it beyond gravity’s pull into space. One figure strolled beneath the vessel, made tiny by the craft’s impressive bulk.                 Egilka gave Clajak a quizzical look. “An Adraf freighter?  They will definitely want us to pay for passage.  Up front, no less.”                They reached the edge of the launch bay, standing in the shadow of the towering, angular vessel. Clajak’s face was positively sunny as he looked it over. “We don’t have to pay if they don’t know we’re aboard.”                “Stow away?”                Even in the din of the port, Egilka’s voice rang loud in his disbelief. Clajak gave him a shake. “Will you quiet down?”
Releasing mid-December 2015