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April 15, 2013
Best Book Boyfriend blog hop!!! Give me some Dominic!!
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Pull up a chair and get to know every single one. I’d love to introduce you to my hero... Dominic!
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Hi everyone! Welcome to my blog and I'm so glad you are participating in the Best Book Boyfriend blog hop!
There were a lot of hero's from my books that I wanted to showcase for this blog hop, but the one that really stood out to me was Dominic. If you don't know who Dominic is you will by the end of this post because I'm going to share a lot of tasty snippits about him :-)
Dominic is from my Wickedly Taboo series: Uncle Dominic's Touch (Book 1).
A solider and husband, his life is turned upside down when revelations about his wife and his wife's niece come to light. I'm going to share a blurb below of the story and then share some snippets from the book itself. That's not all, though ;-) I'm including a steamy adult rated excerpt of Dominic and Chloe. BUT WAIT! I am also offering one lucky winner (chosen at random) to win a FREE digital copy of Uncle Dominic's Touch. Keep reading to find out what you have to do to win!
So, how about you meet Dominic!? :-)
A hardened solider, Dominic knows the horror and pain of war.
His life has been strict but honorable. He relies on himself and the few people he trusts. Training to become a powerful solider, Dominic is a deadly force to be reckoned with.
When his wife deceives him and he is left alone, there is only one person that comforts him. Chloe, his wife's niece should be forbidden to him, but all he can see is the beautiful and intelligent woman she has grown to be. He would do anything for her, anything to feel her touch and taste her kiss. She is everything he wants, but is not what he is supposed to have. Despite all of that she brings him to his very knees until he can no longer deny them what they both so desperately need.
Where do we draw the line between love and desire?
Chloe has always loved to spend time at Aunt Clara and her husband's cottage during the summer. The problem is she loves Uncle Dominic more than a niece should.
With Aunt Clara now out of the picture, Chloe needs to show her uncle just how hot she burns for him, and prove that what they feel for each other is not wrong, no matter what he or anyone else thinks.
Maybe not a conventional relationship, but no one can help who they fall in love with. Even if it is...wickedly taboo.
Be Warned: anal sex, incest (not blood related)
Don't stop reading, I'm about to share some swoon worthy snippets and a steamy x-rated excerpt!!
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“I love you, Chloe.”
“I love you too.” He pulled her back slightly so they were staring at each other. She couldn’t help the arousal that slammed into her, couldn’t help the desire to press her lips against his.
“No. I really love you.” Voice low, he almost murmured the words under his breath.
He was so close all she would have to do was lean in and she could kiss him. Dropping her eyes down to his lips, she ached to do just that. “I really love you too.” When she glanced back up she saw
that he too was staring at her lips. The expression he held could have been interpreted a million different ways: arousal, fear, indifference, all of those filtering across his face in rapid succession.
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He gripped her waist, his big hands almost wrapped fully around her. He tugged her toward him with gentle motions and she found herself straddling his legs. Her skirt rode up her thighs and his roughened denim scrapped along the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. It excited her further.
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“Chloe.” His voice was gravely and hoarse. “We can’t do this. It isn’t right.”
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Be warned...X-RATED excerpt below!
“This isn’t wrong. How can something that feels so good, so right, be wrong?” His hand was still on her cheek and she opened her eyes.
“It’s just wrong, Chloe.” His words were no more than a whisper but he didn’t drop his hand. She moved that last inch that separated them. Her thighs brushed against his. Every part of her body
tingled in a way that made her weak and breathless. She lifted her hand and ran her thumb along his full bottom lip. His mouth opened slightly, maybe on its own accord, maybe because he liked the way it felt. Either way, his gaze was transfixed on her and that was all that mattered.
“Chloe.” Her name, a strangled groan from his lips was the last thing she was aware of before he gripped her waist and spun her around. Pressed between him and the counter, Chloe could feel ever
muscle in his rock hard body. Her pussy was saturated, and all she wanted to do was tell him, to let him know that she was so ready for him. She couldn’t bring herself to do it though, couldn’t force the words past her lips. She was too afraid.
Her back was to his chest and she could feel the defined length of his stiff erection along the crease of her ass. Licking her lips, she looked over her shoulder.
“We really shouldn’t, Chloe.” Although the words were almost a hoarse whisper from his lips, she could hear the raw desire nonetheless.
“Maybe you’re right, but I want to, so bad.” He ran his hand along the sides of her breasts and over her hips. He gripped her tightly and pulled her more fully back against him. As if her ass against his
shaft was too much for him, he turned her around and lifted her easily onto the counter.
Her skirt rode up her thighs and the chill of the tile beneath her ass was a shock to her overheated body. They kissed again. His lips slammed down on hers with all the built up passion and desire they
both felt.
Chloe spread her legs wider to accommodate his big frame and felt her panties rub along her too swollen pussy lips. Slowly, he ground his cock into her folds, teasing her until the words for him to
fuck her was right on the tip of her tongue. He was a skilled kisser, his tongue moving along her lips with such talent she knew fucking him would be intense and powerful.
“Please, please let me feel you inside of me.” She hadn’t meant to say it, to seem so needy, but the words had just come. She didn’t care if she begged for it, didn’t care at this point if she sounded
pathetic. Chloe was on the verge of climaxing just from the feel of that jean clad cock pulsing against her body.
Dominic growled against her mouth and quickly went for the button of his jeans. The sound of the button popping free and of the zipper sliding down sent shivers throughout her body. She leaned
back, braced her weight on her hands and rested her feet on the counter. Her thighs were spread obscenely wide and the air from the ceiling fan brushed along her sensitive skin.
Dominic took a step back, his gaze between her legs, his fingers still on the zipper of his jeans. She could tell he was having second thoughts, could tell he was trying to talk himself out of it. She wouldn’t have any of that, couldn’t breathe if she didn’t feel his cock buried inside of her. She may be a virgin, but she knew what she wanted.
The idea of making a fool out of herself played into her mind, but she would have to take that chance. Chloe reached between her legs and slipped her finger under the edge of her panties. They weren’t anything sexy, just a pair of white bikini underwear. Could he see her pubic hair through the soaked material? She didn’t doubt it, didn’t doubt the fabric was so wet he could see the small, triangular shape of dark hair between her thighs. The air practically slammed in and out of him. His respirations were so increased and his eyes so glazed over she knew she was breaking his control.
What she was about to do was bold and wanton and so unlike Chloe, but she wanted to tempt him, wanted to make him as hot as she was. She pulled the material to the side and exposed her soaked cleft. Her clit throbbed when the air touched it. She was drenched, so wet that as soon as the panties were out of the way she could feel her cream slid down her skin. Anxiety suddenly slammed into her when she realized what she was doing. Never had she been so extreme, never had she tried to be the seductress.
Heart slamming hard against her ribs, she ran the pad of one of her fingers along the swollen rise of
her labia. She rubbed it slowly before pulling it back so it showed her inner lips. Could he see how pink she was? Could he see how engorged her clit was? She could feel the tiny bud pulse and swell
from her arousal. Just having her fingers so close to it was enough to have her on the verge of having an orgasm.
Dominic had his pants pushed down his hips in the next second. She felt her eyes widen when she finally got a look at what had been hidden behind his jeans. His cock was huge, thick and long, the head flared and bulbous and already wet from his arousal. She licked her lips and heard him groan. The sound made her lift her eyes to his. He took a step toward her and dropped down on his knees to bury his face between her thighs. The force of his mouth on her pussy, of his lips rubbing along her labia had her leaning back and bracing herself once more on the counter. The sound of fabric tearing pierced her lust induced brain and she watched as Dominic tossed the remnants of her panties to the side.
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Plus, each author offers their own unique prize! So visit each blog hop stop for a host of fabulous prizes to win
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How to enter? Just read the adult rated except and the snippets above to find the answer to this question...
What is Dominic's profession .?
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March 18, 2013
Guest author, Doris O'Connor!
I'd like to welcome erotic romance author, Doris O'Connor! Can you tell us a little bit about your newest release?
When I wrote the original Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed I thought to myself, "Hmm, this would make a good series." However, busy with other things I shelved that idea for the time being, until I woke up one morning with my heroine for this story in my head.Natasha literally stumbled into my head in much the same way as she stumbles into the hotel foyer. Slightly—scratch that—extremely nervous at meeting this Mr. SG, she also knows that she needs to do something to feel like a woman. Reconstructive surgery has left her with scars inside and out, and at least with him, she knows he won't run away screaming, when he sees them—right?As SG helps her to face her demons and fulfills her fantasies, can they ever be more than just client and escort?
I leave you with a hot little excerpt…
Blurb:Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a pretentious name for an escort.
Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less.
When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client.
As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?
Excerpt: "I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely."The pressure on her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she shut her eyes.Something haunting he'd said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By the time the last few notes of Chopin's Nocturne in E minor had drifted off into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to hurt her just then. When she opened her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.He was leaning against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG's face. He smiled at her, and against her better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her first proper view of SG's cock. Slick from Jonas's mouth it glistened and quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG's thigh and grasped the other man's heavy ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his mouth. SG's groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be witnessing this moment, but she couldn't drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran his hand up and down SG's huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs. Who'd have thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running his hands over her sweat slicked flesh."Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. "Natasha balled her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG's cock swelled and pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man's hair and started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and Jonas's throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn't push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn't.So she stopped, not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she staved off the impending orgasm.By the time she had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them had Natasha teetering on the brink again. Jonas was flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the fabric."Want to help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don't you? And as you've been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with his tongue." He patted Jonas's head, and the young man colored and bowed his head in submission. Natasha couldn't tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down http://www.evernightpublishing.com/
http://www.amazon.com/Mr-Satisfaction-Guaranteed-Natasha-ebook/dp/B00BT71BX8/http://www.bookstrand.com/mr-satisfaction-guaranteed%E2natashahttps://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-mrsatisfactionguaranteednatasha-1115459-146.htmlAuthor Bio:Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
STALKING LINKS: Websitehttp://www.dorisoconnor.com/ Blog http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/ Twitter https://twitter.com/mamaD8 Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432 Pinterest http://pinterest.com/dorisoconnor/Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Doris-O%27Connor.htmlAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Doris-OConnor/e/B00694IRSI/All Romance E-Books: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Doris+O%26%23039%3BConnorBookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/doris-oconnor
When I wrote the original Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed I thought to myself, "Hmm, this would make a good series." However, busy with other things I shelved that idea for the time being, until I woke up one morning with my heroine for this story in my head.Natasha literally stumbled into my head in much the same way as she stumbles into the hotel foyer. Slightly—scratch that—extremely nervous at meeting this Mr. SG, she also knows that she needs to do something to feel like a woman. Reconstructive surgery has left her with scars inside and out, and at least with him, she knows he won't run away screaming, when he sees them—right?As SG helps her to face her demons and fulfills her fantasies, can they ever be more than just client and escort?
I leave you with a hot little excerpt…
Blurb:Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a pretentious name for an escort.
Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less.
When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client.
As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?
Excerpt: "I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely."The pressure on her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she shut her eyes.Something haunting he'd said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By the time the last few notes of Chopin's Nocturne in E minor had drifted off into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to hurt her just then. When she opened her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.He was leaning against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG's face. He smiled at her, and against her better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her first proper view of SG's cock. Slick from Jonas's mouth it glistened and quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG's thigh and grasped the other man's heavy ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his mouth. SG's groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be witnessing this moment, but she couldn't drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran his hand up and down SG's huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs. Who'd have thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running his hands over her sweat slicked flesh."Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. "Natasha balled her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG's cock swelled and pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man's hair and started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and Jonas's throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn't push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn't.So she stopped, not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she staved off the impending orgasm.By the time she had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them had Natasha teetering on the brink again. Jonas was flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the fabric."Want to help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don't you? And as you've been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with his tongue." He patted Jonas's head, and the young man colored and bowed his head in submission. Natasha couldn't tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down http://www.evernightpublishing.com/
http://www.amazon.com/Mr-Satisfaction-Guaranteed-Natasha-ebook/dp/B00BT71BX8/http://www.bookstrand.com/mr-satisfaction-guaranteed%E2natashahttps://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-mrsatisfactionguaranteednatasha-1115459-146.htmlAuthor Bio:Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
STALKING LINKS: Websitehttp://www.dorisoconnor.com/ Blog http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/ Twitter https://twitter.com/mamaD8 Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432 Pinterest http://pinterest.com/dorisoconnor/Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Doris-O%27Connor.htmlAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Doris-OConnor/e/B00694IRSI/All Romance E-Books: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Doris+O%26%23039%3BConnorBookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/doris-oconnor
Guest author, Doria O'Connor!
I'd like to welcome erotic romance author, Doria O'Connor! Can you tell us a little bit about your newest release?
When I wrote the original Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed I thought to myself, "Hmm, this would make a good series." However, busy with other things I shelved that idea for the time being, until I woke up one morning with my heroine for this story in my head.Natasha literally stumbled into my head in much the same way as she stumbles into the hotel foyer. Slightly—scratch that—extremely nervous at meeting this Mr. SG, she also knows that she needs to do something to feel like a woman. Reconstructive surgery has left her with scars inside and out, and at least with him, she knows he won't run away screaming, when he sees them—right?As SG helps her to face her demons and fulfills her fantasies, can they ever be more than just client and escort?
I leave you with a hot little excerpt…
Blurb:Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a pretentious name for an escort.
Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less.
When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client.
As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?
Excerpt: "I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely."The pressure on her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she shut her eyes.Something haunting he'd said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By the time the last few notes of Chopin's Nocturne in E minor had drifted off into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to hurt her just then. When she opened her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.He was leaning against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG's face. He smiled at her, and against her better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her first proper view of SG's cock. Slick from Jonas's mouth it glistened and quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG's thigh and grasped the other man's heavy ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his mouth. SG's groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be witnessing this moment, but she couldn't drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran his hand up and down SG's huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs. Who'd have thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running his hands over her sweat slicked flesh."Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. "Natasha balled her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG's cock swelled and pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man's hair and started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and Jonas's throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn't push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn't.So she stopped, not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she staved off the impending orgasm.By the time she had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them had Natasha teetering on the brink again. Jonas was flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the fabric."Want to help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don't you? And as you've been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with his tongue." He patted Jonas's head, and the young man colored and bowed his head in submission. Natasha couldn't tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down http://www.evernightpublishing.com/
http://www.amazon.com/Mr-Satisfaction-Guaranteed-Natasha-ebook/dp/B00BT71BX8/http://www.bookstrand.com/mr-satisfaction-guaranteed%E2natashahttps://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-mrsatisfactionguaranteednatasha-1115459-146.htmlAuthor Bio:Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
STALKING LINKS: Websitehttp://www.dorisoconnor.com/ Blog http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/ Twitter https://twitter.com/mamaD8 Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432 Pinterest http://pinterest.com/dorisoconnor/Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Doris-O%27Connor.htmlAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Doris-OConnor/e/B00694IRSI/All Romance E-Books: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Doris+O%26%23039%3BConnorBookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/doris-oconnor
When I wrote the original Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed I thought to myself, "Hmm, this would make a good series." However, busy with other things I shelved that idea for the time being, until I woke up one morning with my heroine for this story in my head.Natasha literally stumbled into my head in much the same way as she stumbles into the hotel foyer. Slightly—scratch that—extremely nervous at meeting this Mr. SG, she also knows that she needs to do something to feel like a woman. Reconstructive surgery has left her with scars inside and out, and at least with him, she knows he won't run away screaming, when he sees them—right?As SG helps her to face her demons and fulfills her fantasies, can they ever be more than just client and escort?
I leave you with a hot little excerpt…
Blurb:Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a pretentious name for an escort.
Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less.
When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client.
As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?
Excerpt: "I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely."The pressure on her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she shut her eyes.Something haunting he'd said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By the time the last few notes of Chopin's Nocturne in E minor had drifted off into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to hurt her just then. When she opened her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.He was leaning against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG's face. He smiled at her, and against her better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her first proper view of SG's cock. Slick from Jonas's mouth it glistened and quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG's thigh and grasped the other man's heavy ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his mouth. SG's groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be witnessing this moment, but she couldn't drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran his hand up and down SG's huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs. Who'd have thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running his hands over her sweat slicked flesh."Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. "Natasha balled her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG's cock swelled and pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man's hair and started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and Jonas's throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn't push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn't.So she stopped, not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she staved off the impending orgasm.By the time she had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them had Natasha teetering on the brink again. Jonas was flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the fabric."Want to help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don't you? And as you've been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with his tongue." He patted Jonas's head, and the young man colored and bowed his head in submission. Natasha couldn't tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down http://www.evernightpublishing.com/
http://www.amazon.com/Mr-Satisfaction-Guaranteed-Natasha-ebook/dp/B00BT71BX8/http://www.bookstrand.com/mr-satisfaction-guaranteed%E2natashahttps://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-mrsatisfactionguaranteednatasha-1115459-146.htmlAuthor Bio:Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
STALKING LINKS: Websitehttp://www.dorisoconnor.com/ Blog http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/ Twitter https://twitter.com/mamaD8 Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432 Pinterest http://pinterest.com/dorisoconnor/Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Doris-O%27Connor.htmlAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Doris-OConnor/e/B00694IRSI/All Romance E-Books: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Doris+O%26%23039%3BConnorBookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/doris-oconnor
March 15, 2013
Book Boyfriend Blog Hop! April 15-21
Hi everyone! I'm excited to annoucne that Evernight Publihsing is doing a Book Boyfriend Blog Hop. Author from Evernight will be sharing a favorite boyfriend man from their stories for you, the reader, to choose! It's a fun way to root and swoon for your favorite EP book boyfriend.
I'll be participating as well and hope you enjoy the yummy guy I picked from one of my EP backlisted books. It's a secret though :-)
Wait! There is also the chance for a lucky reader to win a Kindle Paperwhite! Just check back on my blog on 4/15 to see which book boyfriend I've chosen and the links to the other blogs!
I'll be participating as well and hope you enjoy the yummy guy I picked from one of my EP backlisted books. It's a secret though :-)
Wait! There is also the chance for a lucky reader to win a Kindle Paperwhite! Just check back on my blog on 4/15 to see which book boyfriend I've chosen and the links to the other blogs!
Guest author, Tara Rose!
Please help me welcome guest author, Tara Rose! Can you tell us about Racy, Indiana, the backdrop for your new Siren-Bookstrand series?
Welcome to Racy Indiana, population 10,467 (give or take a few) and founded in 1898. Located in northwest Indiana, a branch of the Iroquois River runs through the town, and miles of wind turbines dot the landscape.
If you walk along Riverfront toward downtown Racy, you’ll come to Market Street, the heart of Racy’s historic district. The buildings here are all original, and the business owners have lovingly maintained them. Most businesses in Racy have been passed down through the generations, but some have new owners.
For instance, Luke’s Bar is on this street. Gorgeous Luke Rodriguez owns it, and he spends most of his time there, until he meets Alexa Monahan, that is. Alexa moved to Racy from Manhattan, where she worked in a sex shop with Racy native Kari Tye.
Kari has been gone for fifteen years, but now she’s back. She and Alexa have just opened Tye Me Up, Racy’s first and only sex shop, out on Lawnview Drive. But unbeknownst to them, the secrets they left behind in The Big Apple have followed them to Racy.
Don’t worry. Noah Wells, a research and development specialist at Notus Power, the company that owns and operates the wind turbines just outside of Racy, will help keep Kari safe. And what he can’t accomplish, sexy Adison Kincaid, head of security at Notus, certainly can.
So come on in and take a stroll through Racy with its spunky heroines and drop-dead gorgeous heroes. This is small town America, and Racy residents gossip as much as anyone, but when the crap hits the fan, they’re there for each other. From ex-Doms and serial killers, to ex-wives and AWOL soldiers, and all the way to tornadoes and arsonists, Racy has its share of trouble, but our heroes are on hand to make sure no harm comes to their heroines.
BLURB:When submissive Kari Tye returns home to Racy, Indiana, and opens a sex shop, she contends with more than the town’s surprise. Doms Noah Wells and Adison Kincaid are back in her life and vow to win her heart. But what will happen when the secret she left behind in New York City catches up with her?Noah was not only the town loser—he and Kari despised each other. But now that he’s turned his life around, can he and Kari put the past behind them? Adison took Kari’s virginity in high school, only to later enter a short-lived marriage with a woman he barely knew. How can she ever forgive him for that, let alone become his sub?Both men want her, and they soon realize they’ll have to share her, because she won’t choose between them. But Kari has a secret she left behind in the Big Apple, or so she thinks…ADULT EXCERPT:
“Are these crotchless?” asked Noah.“No, sir.” Her voice came out breathy and soft.“Well then, they need to come off.”“Oh…” Kari let out a sigh as Noah slipped them down her thighs. He lifted one boot then the other to remove them, and then he wrapped something around her other boot.“You have a spreader on your ankles, Kari. I’m going to anchor it to the bed behind you as well, so there’s no chance you’ll fall forward.”“Thank you, sir,”She could almost feel both Noah and Adison stepping back to admire their handiwork. The lust coming off them was palpable. Kari’s breathing had become quick and shallow. Her heart raced. She was their prisoner, and she couldn’t see anything they were doing.The first touch on her arm was feathery. She made a soft sound then relaxed her muscles. It was only a tickler.“Just breathe.” Adison’s soft voice was close to her left ear, and she felt his body heat, warming her. “We’re going to take this slow.”The tickler brushed her arms, slowly up one then down the other, before moving over the front of her corset.“Does she still have those gorgeous, full breasts?”“Oh yeah,” said Noah.Kari’s mind reeled. Adison knew she’d had sex with Noah. How? They must have talked while she was in the bathroom, or earlier this week. The fact that both men knew and were still here, and had agreed to do this, was huge. She started to tremble again. Were all her erotic fantasies about these two really going to come true tonight? It was all she could do not to moan.The tickler moved down her exposed upper thighs several times. She listened to their breathing, louder now, as someone lifted her skirt. Soft, feathery touches caressed her pussy, and this time Kari couldn’t help but moan.“Fucking beautiful,” whispered Adison.“Yes, she is.” Noah’s voice was low and sexy. The admiration in it was tangible.The tickler was moved over the front of her corset again, her face, the blindfold, and then back down both arms. Kari heard movement, and then something with strips of thin leather or latex was brushed down her left arm. A flogger. She moaned louder.“Guess she knows what this is,” said Noah, his voice full of humor.The flogger lightly slapped her forearm, sending tiny waves of pleasure straight to her clit. Someone tapped her other arm with a thick piece of leather, and Kari cried out softly in surprise. The flogger and paddle—she assumed it was a paddle—each tapped an arm several times then moved to her breasts.Even through the corset the effect wasn’t lost on Kari. She whimpered as her arousal built. The paddle was rubbed across both nipples while the flogger gently slapped its way down her upper thighs and back again.“Please…” she whispered.Noah’s hot breath was next to her right ear, and his voice was soft but commanding. “What did I tell you about begging, Kari?”She groaned as someone lifted her skirt.“Her legs need to be opened a bit more.” It was Adison’s voice, raspy and low. The spreader on her boots was adjusted after Adison told her to move her feet apart wide, and then someone smacked her pussy with the flogger.It stung, and Kari yelped, but after the first few strikes the stinging became so pleasurable she began to cry out softly while shaking her head back and forth. When the flogging stopped and the other man tapped her pussy with the paddle, Kari’s cries turned into incomprehensible whispers. She was soaking wet, and her clit throbbed. Her orgasm was very close. Did they know that?They started alternating between taps on her pussy and nipples with each toy, until Kari was sure she was going to pass out from sheer pleasure. When one of them began to unlace the corset, she begged again.Noah chuckled, but neither one said a word. She felt two sets of fingers undoing the laces up the front of her corset until her breasts were freed.“Oh…” That was Adison’s voice. “You weren’t kidding. She’s still fucking beautiful.”Strong hands gripped her breasts, kneading them, but let go quickly, and Kari yelped when the paddle struck her bare nipples. The flogger stung worse, but both toys, one on each nipple at the same time, sent her over the edge.Her pussy contracted in tiny spasms as they alternated between teasing her nipples and pussy with each toy. This was more arousing and erotic than any dream she could have conjured up. By the time they stopped, she was ready to let them both do anything they wanted.“Are you all right, Kari?” Noah caressed her cheek with one finger.“Yes. Thank you.” She could barely speak, let alone form an answer.“You let us know if you need a break, okay?”“I will, Noah. Thank you. Thank you—both of you—for this.”“No, thank you, Kari.” Adison said gently. “You’re the one letting us play with you this way.”“Anything,” she whispered. “I’ll let you both do anything you want to.”
Where to find Tara and her books!
http://www.bookstrand.com/winning-her-racy-heart
http://www.tararoseromanceauthor.com/
http://www.facebook.com/TaraRoseAuthor?ref=tn_tnmn
Twitter: @TaraRoseAuthor
Welcome to Racy Indiana, population 10,467 (give or take a few) and founded in 1898. Located in northwest Indiana, a branch of the Iroquois River runs through the town, and miles of wind turbines dot the landscape.
If you walk along Riverfront toward downtown Racy, you’ll come to Market Street, the heart of Racy’s historic district. The buildings here are all original, and the business owners have lovingly maintained them. Most businesses in Racy have been passed down through the generations, but some have new owners.
For instance, Luke’s Bar is on this street. Gorgeous Luke Rodriguez owns it, and he spends most of his time there, until he meets Alexa Monahan, that is. Alexa moved to Racy from Manhattan, where she worked in a sex shop with Racy native Kari Tye.
Kari has been gone for fifteen years, but now she’s back. She and Alexa have just opened Tye Me Up, Racy’s first and only sex shop, out on Lawnview Drive. But unbeknownst to them, the secrets they left behind in The Big Apple have followed them to Racy.
Don’t worry. Noah Wells, a research and development specialist at Notus Power, the company that owns and operates the wind turbines just outside of Racy, will help keep Kari safe. And what he can’t accomplish, sexy Adison Kincaid, head of security at Notus, certainly can.
So come on in and take a stroll through Racy with its spunky heroines and drop-dead gorgeous heroes. This is small town America, and Racy residents gossip as much as anyone, but when the crap hits the fan, they’re there for each other. From ex-Doms and serial killers, to ex-wives and AWOL soldiers, and all the way to tornadoes and arsonists, Racy has its share of trouble, but our heroes are on hand to make sure no harm comes to their heroines.
BLURB:When submissive Kari Tye returns home to Racy, Indiana, and opens a sex shop, she contends with more than the town’s surprise. Doms Noah Wells and Adison Kincaid are back in her life and vow to win her heart. But what will happen when the secret she left behind in New York City catches up with her?Noah was not only the town loser—he and Kari despised each other. But now that he’s turned his life around, can he and Kari put the past behind them? Adison took Kari’s virginity in high school, only to later enter a short-lived marriage with a woman he barely knew. How can she ever forgive him for that, let alone become his sub?Both men want her, and they soon realize they’ll have to share her, because she won’t choose between them. But Kari has a secret she left behind in the Big Apple, or so she thinks…ADULT EXCERPT:
“Are these crotchless?” asked Noah.“No, sir.” Her voice came out breathy and soft.“Well then, they need to come off.”“Oh…” Kari let out a sigh as Noah slipped them down her thighs. He lifted one boot then the other to remove them, and then he wrapped something around her other boot.“You have a spreader on your ankles, Kari. I’m going to anchor it to the bed behind you as well, so there’s no chance you’ll fall forward.”“Thank you, sir,”She could almost feel both Noah and Adison stepping back to admire their handiwork. The lust coming off them was palpable. Kari’s breathing had become quick and shallow. Her heart raced. She was their prisoner, and she couldn’t see anything they were doing.The first touch on her arm was feathery. She made a soft sound then relaxed her muscles. It was only a tickler.“Just breathe.” Adison’s soft voice was close to her left ear, and she felt his body heat, warming her. “We’re going to take this slow.”The tickler brushed her arms, slowly up one then down the other, before moving over the front of her corset.“Does she still have those gorgeous, full breasts?”“Oh yeah,” said Noah.Kari’s mind reeled. Adison knew she’d had sex with Noah. How? They must have talked while she was in the bathroom, or earlier this week. The fact that both men knew and were still here, and had agreed to do this, was huge. She started to tremble again. Were all her erotic fantasies about these two really going to come true tonight? It was all she could do not to moan.The tickler moved down her exposed upper thighs several times. She listened to their breathing, louder now, as someone lifted her skirt. Soft, feathery touches caressed her pussy, and this time Kari couldn’t help but moan.“Fucking beautiful,” whispered Adison.“Yes, she is.” Noah’s voice was low and sexy. The admiration in it was tangible.The tickler was moved over the front of her corset again, her face, the blindfold, and then back down both arms. Kari heard movement, and then something with strips of thin leather or latex was brushed down her left arm. A flogger. She moaned louder.“Guess she knows what this is,” said Noah, his voice full of humor.The flogger lightly slapped her forearm, sending tiny waves of pleasure straight to her clit. Someone tapped her other arm with a thick piece of leather, and Kari cried out softly in surprise. The flogger and paddle—she assumed it was a paddle—each tapped an arm several times then moved to her breasts.Even through the corset the effect wasn’t lost on Kari. She whimpered as her arousal built. The paddle was rubbed across both nipples while the flogger gently slapped its way down her upper thighs and back again.“Please…” she whispered.Noah’s hot breath was next to her right ear, and his voice was soft but commanding. “What did I tell you about begging, Kari?”She groaned as someone lifted her skirt.“Her legs need to be opened a bit more.” It was Adison’s voice, raspy and low. The spreader on her boots was adjusted after Adison told her to move her feet apart wide, and then someone smacked her pussy with the flogger.It stung, and Kari yelped, but after the first few strikes the stinging became so pleasurable she began to cry out softly while shaking her head back and forth. When the flogging stopped and the other man tapped her pussy with the paddle, Kari’s cries turned into incomprehensible whispers. She was soaking wet, and her clit throbbed. Her orgasm was very close. Did they know that?They started alternating between taps on her pussy and nipples with each toy, until Kari was sure she was going to pass out from sheer pleasure. When one of them began to unlace the corset, she begged again.Noah chuckled, but neither one said a word. She felt two sets of fingers undoing the laces up the front of her corset until her breasts were freed.“Oh…” That was Adison’s voice. “You weren’t kidding. She’s still fucking beautiful.”Strong hands gripped her breasts, kneading them, but let go quickly, and Kari yelped when the paddle struck her bare nipples. The flogger stung worse, but both toys, one on each nipple at the same time, sent her over the edge.Her pussy contracted in tiny spasms as they alternated between teasing her nipples and pussy with each toy. This was more arousing and erotic than any dream she could have conjured up. By the time they stopped, she was ready to let them both do anything they wanted.“Are you all right, Kari?” Noah caressed her cheek with one finger.“Yes. Thank you.” She could barely speak, let alone form an answer.“You let us know if you need a break, okay?”“I will, Noah. Thank you. Thank you—both of you—for this.”“No, thank you, Kari.” Adison said gently. “You’re the one letting us play with you this way.”“Anything,” she whispered. “I’ll let you both do anything you want to.”
Where to find Tara and her books!
http://www.bookstrand.com/winning-her-racy-heart
http://www.tararoseromanceauthor.com/
http://www.facebook.com/TaraRoseAuthor?ref=tn_tnmn
Twitter: @TaraRoseAuthor
March 14, 2013
Guest Author, Erin Butler
Please join me in welcoming YA author, Erin Butler. She is doing a cover reveal for her new YA book out now from Evernight Teen Publishing!
Blood Hex Erin Butler
Two girls. Four centuries. One curse.
Isabella started it--all because a boy fell in love with her--but it ends with Sarah.
They meet in secret, Isabella and Thomas, during the witching hours while the rest of the villagers hide behind locked doors. And even though she's scared, she wants Thomas more. He'll protect her from the night, from his father who'll decide her future, from the paranoia-fueled hunting parties taking away innocents.
Centuries later, seventeen-year old Sarah runs away to an aunt she never knew she had. Her dad? Dead. Her mother? A liar. All she wants is memories of a father she never got--memories her mom refused to give her--memories she is determined to get from her aunt, her father's journal, and a town full of crazies.
What she discovers is her father's death isn't as innocent as everybody claims, and everyone--the Wiccans, the townies, even her quasi-boyfriend--all seem to be hiding something. The secret the history-rich town lives to keep entangles Sarah into a centuries old witch curse.
Check her out below:
http://www.facebook.com/l/rAQHmKjUDAQH1wjVyxbAG1A2RH52ls1JogahhWNa3e_DErQ/
www.goodreads.com/book/show/17335703-blood-hex
http://www.facebook.com/l/jAQH29kQGAQE4r7WwiacxOqVYLwcfAB_Gm39HDK49SPwjEQ/
www.erinbutlerbooks.com
Blood Hex Erin Butler
Two girls. Four centuries. One curse.
Isabella started it--all because a boy fell in love with her--but it ends with Sarah.
They meet in secret, Isabella and Thomas, during the witching hours while the rest of the villagers hide behind locked doors. And even though she's scared, she wants Thomas more. He'll protect her from the night, from his father who'll decide her future, from the paranoia-fueled hunting parties taking away innocents.
Centuries later, seventeen-year old Sarah runs away to an aunt she never knew she had. Her dad? Dead. Her mother? A liar. All she wants is memories of a father she never got--memories her mom refused to give her--memories she is determined to get from her aunt, her father's journal, and a town full of crazies.
What she discovers is her father's death isn't as innocent as everybody claims, and everyone--the Wiccans, the townies, even her quasi-boyfriend--all seem to be hiding something. The secret the history-rich town lives to keep entangles Sarah into a centuries old witch curse.
Check her out below:
http://www.facebook.com/l/rAQHmKjUDAQH1wjVyxbAG1A2RH52ls1JogahhWNa3e_DErQ/
www.goodreads.com/book/show/17335703-blood-hex
http://www.facebook.com/l/jAQH29kQGAQE4r7WwiacxOqVYLwcfAB_Gm39HDK49SPwjEQ/
www.erinbutlerbooks.com
March 13, 2013
Guest author, Isabella Olivia Ellis!
I'd like to introduce erotic romance author, Isabella Olivia Ellis. She would like to share a steamy excerpt from her newest release, Becoming His Little One.
Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Becoming-His-Little-Romance-ebook/dp/B00BSK627Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1363098380&sr=8-1&keywords=becoming+his+little+one+ellis
Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/becoming-his-little-one-by-isabella-olivia-ellis/
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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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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The Underground By: Jenika Snow | Other books by Jenika Snow
Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary
Word Count: 46,586
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, January 14th.
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Tristan Holloway is in desperate need of a roommate. When Kash Alexander comes into her life, she doesn’t expect to have a roomie that towers over everyone else, is covered in tattoos and pierced, and has perpetual scuffed-up knuckles. But there is something dark and deadly that lurks below the surface that makes up Kash, and she is drawn to him.
When she stumbles upon an underground cage fight, the last person she expects to see is Kash, especially within the cage. The way he fights, dirty and raw, should have Tristan running the other way, but instead she finds herself enthralled.
As if that one night sets into motion everything else, Tristan finds herself involved with Kash in every way possible. The only problem? Kash isn’t interested in a relationship. With a battered past that haunts him, and a future that threatens Tristan’s life, the only way they can overcome it all is together.
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ExcerptSTORY EXCERPT
Oh God, who have I let in my home? He had looked raw and fierce, like some kind of warrior. She had no clue why that image had formed in her mind, but something primal and animalistic had come off of him. He was dangerous. That much was true. His green eyes had been blazing, and although she knew he could have hurt her, added her blood to his shirt, she knew without a doubt he would never lay a hand on her. She wanted to talk to him, find out what had happened, but she had sensed he needed his space. She was not about to tease the lion.After she turned everything off and made her way upstairs, her mind was still reeling. The shower had since turned off, and right before she made it to her bedroom the bathroom door opened. The light was already off and steam and heat billowed out of the small confines. She stood there, not able to move as she stared at Kash. Despite the fact there were no lights on, the moon shone through the window, making his appearance as clear as day. Her heart raced at the sight.Her body reacted to the sight of him in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. A light sheen of perspiration formed between her breasts, her breathing quickened, her nipples grew hard, and the most intimate part of her grew wet with desire. He was formed like a Greek god, like Hades waiting to cause destruction. All she could do was stare. He took a step out of the bathroom, and before she knew it he was standing before her. The smell of him, darkly rich and intoxicating, washed over her, and she found herself closing her eyes and humming in approval. When she was able to open her eyes again, she felt her cheeks heat at the embarrassing noise that just came from her. He was so big, so tall, so…intense. His masculinity and testosterone surrounded her, and she felt wholly feminine in his presence. Inappropriate thoughts slammed into her mind and she felt her mouth go dry. He didn’t move, just stared down at her with his eyes at half-mast. Tristan found herself lifting her hand and slowly bringing her fingertips to the small, swollen area right below his eye. He didn’t flinch when she lightly traced the edge of the wound. It was warm beneath her fingers. He exhaled and she watched as he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. When she realized what she was doing she went to remove her fingers, but as if he anticipated the act, his hand covered hers, securing it on his face. Her palm now covered his cheek. The feel of smooth, freshly shaved flesh rubbed against her hand. She licked her lips and saw Kash’s gaze dip down to watch the motion.At that moment she wanted to be kissed, badly. The arousal she felt was like a thunderstorm inside of her, like nothing she had felt before.This is wrong. Step away, Tristan. You’ll ruin everything, like you always do.Finding a strength she didn’t know she possessed, she took a step back, but Kash moved with her. When she took a step back, he took one forward until she felt the wall behind her. She continued to stare up at him, knowing that what she wanted to do with him was wrong on so many levels. The words to tell him just that were there, in her mind, but she couldn’t force them past her lips. His hot breath skittered across her face, and the scent drove her desire higher. She could smell the hops from the beer he drank, could even smell a hint of whiskey beneath that.He let her hand drop from beneath his, but he didn’t move away. “Kash.” She whispered his name and watched as he closed his eyes again.“Tristan.” He said her name like they were having sex, raw, powerful, erotic. When he opened his eyes again they glowed like emeralds on fire. He moved an inch closer and Tristan gasped when she felt his erection press against her belly. He felt huge, but Tristan wasn’t surprised. He was big all over. He lowered his head until their lips were mere inches apart. Their breath mingled together as their eyes stayed locked. She knew that if she leaned in just a little, her lips would press against his. The idea was tempting, but Tristan reminded herself how things could go terribly wrong in the next instant. She didn’t want a repeat of what happened with Zac, yet she couldn’t move away from his hypnotic stare.Kash lifted his hands and placed them on her shoulders. The act itself wasn’t overly erotic if an outsider were to see, but when she felt his palms touch her, a bolt of lightning sang through her body. Her pussy clenched involuntarily and she had to hold back the groan that would have spilled forth. The knowledge of what he wore wasn’t lost on her. All she would have to do was reach down and yank the terrycloth away from him.“If you knew who I truly was, you wouldn’t be so aroused.” With that he pushed away from her and stalked back to his room, shutting the door behind him.
ADULT EXCERPT
She did as he asked because heaven knew she needed his mouth back on her. When she clasped her hands together he moved back between her legs and resumed licking her. The act was so erotic, like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream and he wanted to make sure he didn’t miss one drop. His tongue moved up and down her slit, teasing her clit on the upstroke, and pressing minutely into her hole on the downstroke. Her legs shook with the need to come. She was close, but Kash knew what he was doing. He was torturously slow, bringing her close to climax but not exerting enough pressure to actually bring her over the edge. Perspiration started to coat her flesh as she tried in vain to come. She silently begged for him to suck on her clit again, to give her that one mercy.Her fingers hurt from the strain of keeping them together. All she wanted to do was grip his head and shove it more deeply into her pussy. It sounded like there was a wounded animal residing in her kitchen, but she knew it was just her making those noises. Air left her lungs in moans and gasps. She couldn’t stop thrashing her head back and forth. “Please, Kash, oh God, please.” She didn’t need to elaborate on what she wanted. He knew, if the rich chuckle against her moist flesh was anything to go by. “Do you want to come, Tristan?” Was this a sick joke? He had to know she was perilously close. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to beg for it, more than what she had already been doing, and by God she was not above it. At this point she would have done anything to feel that crest of pleasure wash over her.“Please. Please let me come.” The words left her on a whoosh of air and she locked gazes with him. The look he gave her had her entire body tightening. As if he wanted to prolong her torture, she watched in rapt shock as he held her flesh apart with his thumbs and ran his tongue up her center. His tanned hands seem so dark against her pale flesh, but what now held her attention was the raw skin that lined his knuckles. The image of him slamming his fist into his opponent washed through her mind. Instead of feeling disgust and fear over the sight, her pussy grew wetter. A dark look crossed his face when she brought her gaze back to his. Had he noticed her staring at his hands? Did he realize how much wetter she had become after looking at them? He didn’t say anything if he did. The terse moment passed quickly, and then he brought his tongue back to her cleft. When he reached her clit he brought the tiny bud into his mouth and sucked hard. Rhythmic motions had her grinding herself against his mouth. He sucked on her clit, bringing the tiny bundle of nerves over his tongue and ever so gently running his teeth along it. Tristan threw her head back as her whole body tensed. The orgasm that moved through her was intense and heady, just like him. He never stopped sucking on her but magnified the feeling by thrusting two thick fingers into her opening as she writhed atop the table.When the tremors started to dissipate, she breathed out a content sigh. The blissful feeling was short-lived as she was lifted into strong arms. A gasp escaped her and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he briskly carried them up the stairs.At her questioning look he said, “I’m not going to take you on the table.”His voice, rough, deep, like sandpaper scraping over her skin, broke through her haze. When he reached the top of the stairs he didn’t hesitate as he made his way into his room. He shut the door with his foot and when the sound of it closing penetrated her mind, she knew there was no going back. It was as if the door sliding shut sealed the deal, made everything painfully clear. Things were going to escalate and she had no intention of stopping it. She knew this was a mistake, but like most of her mistakes, she wouldn’t regret it until it was already said and done. Kash set her on the ground but kept his hand around her waist. They were so close that she felt the cool metal of his cock piercing press against the heated flesh of her belly. She swallowed and searched his face. Should she say something? She wouldn’t have known what to say anyway. Even in the dim light she could see his mouth glistening with her juices. She smelled herself on him, a heady scent that seemed to make what they were doing even naughtier. When they had first kissed downstairs he had seemed as frantic as her, but as things progressed he had grown different, more controlled. She couldn’t deny that she liked it, craved it even. Never had she thought being dominated and controlled by a man would please her so much, but Kash’s rough commands, the way he seemed to hold her pleasure with his deep words and prolonged pleasure, nearly undid her ten times over. He moved forward so she was forced to step backward. When she felt the bed behind her she didn’t stop from going down on it. He stood over her, darkly handsome in the moonlight. He used his upper body to push her back until she was sprawled beneath him.
The Underground By: Jenika Snow | Other books by Jenika Snow
Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary
Word Count: 46,586
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, January 14th.
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Tristan Holloway is in desperate need of a roommate. When Kash Alexander comes into her life, she doesn’t expect to have a roomie that towers over everyone else, is covered in tattoos and pierced, and has perpetual scuffed-up knuckles. But there is something dark and deadly that lurks below the surface that makes up Kash, and she is drawn to him.
When she stumbles upon an underground cage fight, the last person she expects to see is Kash, especially within the cage. The way he fights, dirty and raw, should have Tristan running the other way, but instead she finds herself enthralled.
As if that one night sets into motion everything else, Tristan finds herself involved with Kash in every way possible. The only problem? Kash isn’t interested in a relationship. With a battered past that haunts him, and a future that threatens Tristan’s life, the only way they can overcome it all is together.
A Siren Erotic Romance
0 Ratings5
4 3 2 1
Something Fierce (MF) Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket, EPUBPrice: $5.50 $4.68
View Larger Cover Image
Cover Art by Harris Channing
ExcerptSTORY EXCERPT
Oh God, who have I let in my home? He had looked raw and fierce, like some kind of warrior. She had no clue why that image had formed in her mind, but something primal and animalistic had come off of him. He was dangerous. That much was true. His green eyes had been blazing, and although she knew he could have hurt her, added her blood to his shirt, she knew without a doubt he would never lay a hand on her. She wanted to talk to him, find out what had happened, but she had sensed he needed his space. She was not about to tease the lion.After she turned everything off and made her way upstairs, her mind was still reeling. The shower had since turned off, and right before she made it to her bedroom the bathroom door opened. The light was already off and steam and heat billowed out of the small confines. She stood there, not able to move as she stared at Kash. Despite the fact there were no lights on, the moon shone through the window, making his appearance as clear as day. Her heart raced at the sight.Her body reacted to the sight of him in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. A light sheen of perspiration formed between her breasts, her breathing quickened, her nipples grew hard, and the most intimate part of her grew wet with desire. He was formed like a Greek god, like Hades waiting to cause destruction. All she could do was stare. He took a step out of the bathroom, and before she knew it he was standing before her. The smell of him, darkly rich and intoxicating, washed over her, and she found herself closing her eyes and humming in approval. When she was able to open her eyes again, she felt her cheeks heat at the embarrassing noise that just came from her. He was so big, so tall, so…intense. His masculinity and testosterone surrounded her, and she felt wholly feminine in his presence. Inappropriate thoughts slammed into her mind and she felt her mouth go dry. He didn’t move, just stared down at her with his eyes at half-mast. Tristan found herself lifting her hand and slowly bringing her fingertips to the small, swollen area right below his eye. He didn’t flinch when she lightly traced the edge of the wound. It was warm beneath her fingers. He exhaled and she watched as he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. When she realized what she was doing she went to remove her fingers, but as if he anticipated the act, his hand covered hers, securing it on his face. Her palm now covered his cheek. The feel of smooth, freshly shaved flesh rubbed against her hand. She licked her lips and saw Kash’s gaze dip down to watch the motion.At that moment she wanted to be kissed, badly. The arousal she felt was like a thunderstorm inside of her, like nothing she had felt before.This is wrong. Step away, Tristan. You’ll ruin everything, like you always do.Finding a strength she didn’t know she possessed, she took a step back, but Kash moved with her. When she took a step back, he took one forward until she felt the wall behind her. She continued to stare up at him, knowing that what she wanted to do with him was wrong on so many levels. The words to tell him just that were there, in her mind, but she couldn’t force them past her lips. His hot breath skittered across her face, and the scent drove her desire higher. She could smell the hops from the beer he drank, could even smell a hint of whiskey beneath that.He let her hand drop from beneath his, but he didn’t move away. “Kash.” She whispered his name and watched as he closed his eyes again.“Tristan.” He said her name like they were having sex, raw, powerful, erotic. When he opened his eyes again they glowed like emeralds on fire. He moved an inch closer and Tristan gasped when she felt his erection press against her belly. He felt huge, but Tristan wasn’t surprised. He was big all over. He lowered his head until their lips were mere inches apart. Their breath mingled together as their eyes stayed locked. She knew that if she leaned in just a little, her lips would press against his. The idea was tempting, but Tristan reminded herself how things could go terribly wrong in the next instant. She didn’t want a repeat of what happened with Zac, yet she couldn’t move away from his hypnotic stare.Kash lifted his hands and placed them on her shoulders. The act itself wasn’t overly erotic if an outsider were to see, but when she felt his palms touch her, a bolt of lightning sang through her body. Her pussy clenched involuntarily and she had to hold back the groan that would have spilled forth. The knowledge of what he wore wasn’t lost on her. All she would have to do was reach down and yank the terrycloth away from him.“If you knew who I truly was, you wouldn’t be so aroused.” With that he pushed away from her and stalked back to his room, shutting the door behind him.
ADULT EXCERPT
She did as he asked because heaven knew she needed his mouth back on her. When she clasped her hands together he moved back between her legs and resumed licking her. The act was so erotic, like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream and he wanted to make sure he didn’t miss one drop. His tongue moved up and down her slit, teasing her clit on the upstroke, and pressing minutely into her hole on the downstroke. Her legs shook with the need to come. She was close, but Kash knew what he was doing. He was torturously slow, bringing her close to climax but not exerting enough pressure to actually bring her over the edge. Perspiration started to coat her flesh as she tried in vain to come. She silently begged for him to suck on her clit again, to give her that one mercy.Her fingers hurt from the strain of keeping them together. All she wanted to do was grip his head and shove it more deeply into her pussy. It sounded like there was a wounded animal residing in her kitchen, but she knew it was just her making those noises. Air left her lungs in moans and gasps. She couldn’t stop thrashing her head back and forth. “Please, Kash, oh God, please.” She didn’t need to elaborate on what she wanted. He knew, if the rich chuckle against her moist flesh was anything to go by. “Do you want to come, Tristan?” Was this a sick joke? He had to know she was perilously close. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to beg for it, more than what she had already been doing, and by God she was not above it. At this point she would have done anything to feel that crest of pleasure wash over her.“Please. Please let me come.” The words left her on a whoosh of air and she locked gazes with him. The look he gave her had her entire body tightening. As if he wanted to prolong her torture, she watched in rapt shock as he held her flesh apart with his thumbs and ran his tongue up her center. His tanned hands seem so dark against her pale flesh, but what now held her attention was the raw skin that lined his knuckles. The image of him slamming his fist into his opponent washed through her mind. Instead of feeling disgust and fear over the sight, her pussy grew wetter. A dark look crossed his face when she brought her gaze back to his. Had he noticed her staring at his hands? Did he realize how much wetter she had become after looking at them? He didn’t say anything if he did. The terse moment passed quickly, and then he brought his tongue back to her cleft. When he reached her clit he brought the tiny bud into his mouth and sucked hard. Rhythmic motions had her grinding herself against his mouth. He sucked on her clit, bringing the tiny bundle of nerves over his tongue and ever so gently running his teeth along it. Tristan threw her head back as her whole body tensed. The orgasm that moved through her was intense and heady, just like him. He never stopped sucking on her but magnified the feeling by thrusting two thick fingers into her opening as she writhed atop the table.When the tremors started to dissipate, she breathed out a content sigh. The blissful feeling was short-lived as she was lifted into strong arms. A gasp escaped her and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he briskly carried them up the stairs.At her questioning look he said, “I’m not going to take you on the table.”His voice, rough, deep, like sandpaper scraping over her skin, broke through her haze. When he reached the top of the stairs he didn’t hesitate as he made his way into his room. He shut the door with his foot and when the sound of it closing penetrated her mind, she knew there was no going back. It was as if the door sliding shut sealed the deal, made everything painfully clear. Things were going to escalate and she had no intention of stopping it. She knew this was a mistake, but like most of her mistakes, she wouldn’t regret it until it was already said and done. Kash set her on the ground but kept his hand around her waist. They were so close that she felt the cool metal of his cock piercing press against the heated flesh of her belly. She swallowed and searched his face. Should she say something? She wouldn’t have known what to say anyway. Even in the dim light she could see his mouth glistening with her juices. She smelled herself on him, a heady scent that seemed to make what they were doing even naughtier. When they had first kissed downstairs he had seemed as frantic as her, but as things progressed he had grown different, more controlled. She couldn’t deny that she liked it, craved it even. Never had she thought being dominated and controlled by a man would please her so much, but Kash’s rough commands, the way he seemed to hold her pleasure with his deep words and prolonged pleasure, nearly undid her ten times over. He moved forward so she was forced to step backward. When she felt the bed behind her she didn’t stop from going down on it. He stood over her, darkly handsome in the moonlight. He used his upper body to push her back until she was sprawled beneath him.
