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November 12, 2011
Two Excerpts for the Price of One!
This week you get two excerpts for the price of one!
From my science fiction erotica collection Heavenly Bodies...
Heavenly Bodies
by Celine Chatillon
Mojocastle Press
http://www.mojocastle.com/HeavenlyBodies.html
Heavenly Bodies... spicy SF tales of love and pleasure. The collection includes:
PlayMate
Outer Worlds Mining Corp miner Lelia Clayden lives for mail day. Her sexy mailman, Del Tourner, gives her reason to continue her lonely existence, but he's unable to stay more than fifteen minutes at a time. Lelia orders a "PlayMate" holographic robot to pleasure her personally... What will Del think of how she's programmed her PlayMate to look exactly like him?
Alien Seduction
Jenna Henson is a first rate sf geek, but even she knows the difference between fantasy and reality. Prince Reglund of her favorite TV show Galactic Guerillas cannot be the sexy hunk pleasuring her in her own bed. But what the heck? Why not give in to the fantasy and enjoy herself? It's only when she wakes up on Reg's home world does she begin to suspect there's more to the television series than meets the eye.
Diplomatic Relations
Ambassador Cherae Longbow is nervous. She and her Martian assistant/lover, Jax, have been recalled from their diplomatic post to talk to the High Commissioner on Earth. Rumors have it that the Alliance needs to make a good impression on its newest potential members, the Magnens. But why does the High Commissioner keep mentioning that Cherae's "open-mindedness" is an asset in this delicate situation?
Heavenly Bodies
Telepathic, non-humanoid aliens Mahla and Shahla find astronaut Frank Rimmer frozen in a cryo-statis chamber, the lone survivor of a deep-space asteroid impact on his vessel. The two make repairs to the damaged ship and do their best to help Frank to recover both physically and mentally…including transmitting images of gorgeous women they've discovered on a pin-up calendar into Frank's mind for their appearances.
From the short story Diplomatic Relations:
Cherae put away her papers and unfastened her seat harness. She pulled her lustrous black locks over her ears before squatting between Jax's legs to give his lengthy penis a good, deep sucking. Martians tasted different than Earth males, she had always thought. They were sweeter. It was like a licking a delectable, cock-shaped candy cane that she could never get enough of. Soon she had him writhing in ecstasy.
"You better sit on me fast, or I'll rocket this spacecraft back to the moon," he warned, pushing his seat all the way back.
She deftly tickled his pinkish tip with her tongue. "How romantic. You definitely have a way with words, Jax."
"You're the chief negotiator. I'm just a lowly paper-pusher, remember?"
"Lowly? I think not."
Cherae accepted a hand up. Jax quickly removed her thong as she floated above him. Hooking her feet beneath the armrests for leverage, she impaled herself on his cock, gasping with delight as her pussy muscles clenched about his thickness. She ratcheted her hips in a slow and sensual corkscrew motion. Jax yanked down her jacket zipper freeing her full, round breasts from captivity.
"I want to suckle on your tits from now until the end of time." Jax groaned, lathing his tongue around her tender points, bringing them to upright attention. "I want to make love to you until all the stars supernova."
"Now that's romantic," Cherae murmured. "Good boy, Jax."
The heat between them grew with each thrust on his cock and pivot of her hips. It wouldn't be long until she'd feel the shudders begin low in her belly, Cherae knew, spreading outward along her limbs, encompassing her total being. But suddenly she remembered that she was a career diplomat with an image to uphold. She couldn't just shriek and thrash about wildly on a crowded shuttle flight like she usually did as she orgasmed. She had to remain in control.
"You're close, aren't you?" Jax chuckled. "Don't deny it. I can feel it. Your cunt can't get any tighter."
"I… I can't. Not here, Jax. It—it wouldn't be proper."
He grasped her buttocks and rammed his cock harder, fingering her clit for good measure. "Don't fight it. No one on this shuttle will say an unkind word if you tear off this blanket and scream 'fuck me' until you topple over in ecstasy."
The sound of a couple doing exactly as Jax just described echoed throughout the cabin. Cheers and catcalls followed—along with several more boisterous lovemaking cries. Cherae shook her head and tried to pull back, but he would have none of it. He drove his cock deeper into her yet.
"No, I've got to preserve decorum," she said, panting. "I've got to follow protocol. I can't just… just…"
Jax suckled her nipples without mercy until she felt like screaming. She bit her lip but the pain couldn't erase the intensity of the pleasure he gave her. His thrusts grew her harder and faster with a hammering cadence that could only cease with his release. She gripped his shoulders as the start of uncontrollable tremor threatened to engulf her, threatening to scramble her brain and raze her sense of modesty forever. Batting the blanket away from her face, she tilted her head back and cried, "Oh, yes! Harder, please. Fuck me hard… Oh, oh… Yes!"
Their cover floated away in the zero-g environment along with Cherae's flowing black mane. Her pointed breasts rose, glistening with perspiration, glowing golden in the cabin's soft light. She felt as free as an eagle soaring over the plains—wild like an animal in heat.
From the short story PlayMate:
Lelia stood back from the unit and licked her lips in anticipation. There was a sharp burst of static and then the blurry image of a man began to form. The mahogany-colored body that lay across the workbench possessed Del's characteristic smile, handsome facial features and long-fingered hands, but little more.
"Shit. I guess since I don't have a vid of him naked, the persona program isn't certain of how to form the rest of him."
Lelia sighed and hit the scan button on the comp console. "There's got to be some protocol on how to proceed if this is the case… Ah, here it is, 'What to do if you have insufficient data to program a customized persona'. That's what I need."
She hit the enter key and the disk droned, "If all you have is a clothed image of your special persona, PlayMate can help you develop its other body features with some input about your personal tastes."
"Perfect." Lelia settled into her chair began answering the survey questions. "Skin tone? Same as face. Texture? Smooth, little body hair. Build? Muscular with slim waist and hips. Libido—high, higher or highest? Definitely the highest! Penis… Small, medium, large or custom-sized?"
She sat back and scratched her head. "Small, medium or large? Good grief. Should I go for large? How large is large? I wonder what 'custom-sized' means?"
Scanning the instruction disk again she discovered what a custom-sized cock meant. "A penis that is in proportion to the rest of the individual's body based on measurements of hands and feet. Good. That sounds about right. It's not the size that counts anyway, but how it's used and whom you're using it with. And the vids show Del's hands quite well. I can tell he wears a good-sized boot, so I'll input that data about his shoe size…"
The blurry image materialized on the workbench. Lelia gasped, clapping her hands. "Oh, my… He's perfect!"
"I'm ready for your instructions, mistress." Del's holographic clone sat up on the workbench like a wooden puppet an hour later, speaking in a rather flat monotone. The thing certainly looked like Del—and it sounded like Del—but something was definitely missing.
"Hang on there a moment, big boy. I need to tinker with you a bit."
Lelia scanned the recent vids to see if she could discover the missing element. She played back their last conversation, and immediately knew what was needed.
"Add various laughing tonal variations as demonstrated by Del Tourner to PlayMate," she instructed the comp. "Add grinning features as well." She sat back to observe.
A low, throaty chuckle immerged from between a bright flash of teeth. He stood and took a step toward her, fondling his growing erection. "I'm ready for your instructions, mistress. Are you ready for me?"
Lelia gulped and nodded. She couldn't wriggle out of her work overalls fast enough.
Heavenly Bodies
by Celine Chatillon
Mojocastle Press
http://www.mojocastle.com/HeavenlyBodies.html
From my science fiction erotica collection Heavenly Bodies...
Heavenly Bodies
by Celine Chatillon
Mojocastle Press
http://www.mojocastle.com/HeavenlyBodies.html
Heavenly Bodies... spicy SF tales of love and pleasure. The collection includes:
PlayMate
Outer Worlds Mining Corp miner Lelia Clayden lives for mail day. Her sexy mailman, Del Tourner, gives her reason to continue her lonely existence, but he's unable to stay more than fifteen minutes at a time. Lelia orders a "PlayMate" holographic robot to pleasure her personally... What will Del think of how she's programmed her PlayMate to look exactly like him?
Alien Seduction
Jenna Henson is a first rate sf geek, but even she knows the difference between fantasy and reality. Prince Reglund of her favorite TV show Galactic Guerillas cannot be the sexy hunk pleasuring her in her own bed. But what the heck? Why not give in to the fantasy and enjoy herself? It's only when she wakes up on Reg's home world does she begin to suspect there's more to the television series than meets the eye.
Diplomatic Relations
Ambassador Cherae Longbow is nervous. She and her Martian assistant/lover, Jax, have been recalled from their diplomatic post to talk to the High Commissioner on Earth. Rumors have it that the Alliance needs to make a good impression on its newest potential members, the Magnens. But why does the High Commissioner keep mentioning that Cherae's "open-mindedness" is an asset in this delicate situation?
Heavenly Bodies
Telepathic, non-humanoid aliens Mahla and Shahla find astronaut Frank Rimmer frozen in a cryo-statis chamber, the lone survivor of a deep-space asteroid impact on his vessel. The two make repairs to the damaged ship and do their best to help Frank to recover both physically and mentally…including transmitting images of gorgeous women they've discovered on a pin-up calendar into Frank's mind for their appearances.
From the short story Diplomatic Relations:
Cherae put away her papers and unfastened her seat harness. She pulled her lustrous black locks over her ears before squatting between Jax's legs to give his lengthy penis a good, deep sucking. Martians tasted different than Earth males, she had always thought. They were sweeter. It was like a licking a delectable, cock-shaped candy cane that she could never get enough of. Soon she had him writhing in ecstasy.
"You better sit on me fast, or I'll rocket this spacecraft back to the moon," he warned, pushing his seat all the way back.
She deftly tickled his pinkish tip with her tongue. "How romantic. You definitely have a way with words, Jax."
"You're the chief negotiator. I'm just a lowly paper-pusher, remember?"
"Lowly? I think not."
Cherae accepted a hand up. Jax quickly removed her thong as she floated above him. Hooking her feet beneath the armrests for leverage, she impaled herself on his cock, gasping with delight as her pussy muscles clenched about his thickness. She ratcheted her hips in a slow and sensual corkscrew motion. Jax yanked down her jacket zipper freeing her full, round breasts from captivity.
"I want to suckle on your tits from now until the end of time." Jax groaned, lathing his tongue around her tender points, bringing them to upright attention. "I want to make love to you until all the stars supernova."
"Now that's romantic," Cherae murmured. "Good boy, Jax."
The heat between them grew with each thrust on his cock and pivot of her hips. It wouldn't be long until she'd feel the shudders begin low in her belly, Cherae knew, spreading outward along her limbs, encompassing her total being. But suddenly she remembered that she was a career diplomat with an image to uphold. She couldn't just shriek and thrash about wildly on a crowded shuttle flight like she usually did as she orgasmed. She had to remain in control.
"You're close, aren't you?" Jax chuckled. "Don't deny it. I can feel it. Your cunt can't get any tighter."
"I… I can't. Not here, Jax. It—it wouldn't be proper."
He grasped her buttocks and rammed his cock harder, fingering her clit for good measure. "Don't fight it. No one on this shuttle will say an unkind word if you tear off this blanket and scream 'fuck me' until you topple over in ecstasy."
The sound of a couple doing exactly as Jax just described echoed throughout the cabin. Cheers and catcalls followed—along with several more boisterous lovemaking cries. Cherae shook her head and tried to pull back, but he would have none of it. He drove his cock deeper into her yet.
"No, I've got to preserve decorum," she said, panting. "I've got to follow protocol. I can't just… just…"
Jax suckled her nipples without mercy until she felt like screaming. She bit her lip but the pain couldn't erase the intensity of the pleasure he gave her. His thrusts grew her harder and faster with a hammering cadence that could only cease with his release. She gripped his shoulders as the start of uncontrollable tremor threatened to engulf her, threatening to scramble her brain and raze her sense of modesty forever. Batting the blanket away from her face, she tilted her head back and cried, "Oh, yes! Harder, please. Fuck me hard… Oh, oh… Yes!"
Their cover floated away in the zero-g environment along with Cherae's flowing black mane. Her pointed breasts rose, glistening with perspiration, glowing golden in the cabin's soft light. She felt as free as an eagle soaring over the plains—wild like an animal in heat.
From the short story PlayMate:
Lelia stood back from the unit and licked her lips in anticipation. There was a sharp burst of static and then the blurry image of a man began to form. The mahogany-colored body that lay across the workbench possessed Del's characteristic smile, handsome facial features and long-fingered hands, but little more.
"Shit. I guess since I don't have a vid of him naked, the persona program isn't certain of how to form the rest of him."
Lelia sighed and hit the scan button on the comp console. "There's got to be some protocol on how to proceed if this is the case… Ah, here it is, 'What to do if you have insufficient data to program a customized persona'. That's what I need."
She hit the enter key and the disk droned, "If all you have is a clothed image of your special persona, PlayMate can help you develop its other body features with some input about your personal tastes."
"Perfect." Lelia settled into her chair began answering the survey questions. "Skin tone? Same as face. Texture? Smooth, little body hair. Build? Muscular with slim waist and hips. Libido—high, higher or highest? Definitely the highest! Penis… Small, medium, large or custom-sized?"
She sat back and scratched her head. "Small, medium or large? Good grief. Should I go for large? How large is large? I wonder what 'custom-sized' means?"
Scanning the instruction disk again she discovered what a custom-sized cock meant. "A penis that is in proportion to the rest of the individual's body based on measurements of hands and feet. Good. That sounds about right. It's not the size that counts anyway, but how it's used and whom you're using it with. And the vids show Del's hands quite well. I can tell he wears a good-sized boot, so I'll input that data about his shoe size…"
The blurry image materialized on the workbench. Lelia gasped, clapping her hands. "Oh, my… He's perfect!"
"I'm ready for your instructions, mistress." Del's holographic clone sat up on the workbench like a wooden puppet an hour later, speaking in a rather flat monotone. The thing certainly looked like Del—and it sounded like Del—but something was definitely missing.
"Hang on there a moment, big boy. I need to tinker with you a bit."
Lelia scanned the recent vids to see if she could discover the missing element. She played back their last conversation, and immediately knew what was needed.
"Add various laughing tonal variations as demonstrated by Del Tourner to PlayMate," she instructed the comp. "Add grinning features as well." She sat back to observe.
A low, throaty chuckle immerged from between a bright flash of teeth. He stood and took a step toward her, fondling his growing erection. "I'm ready for your instructions, mistress. Are you ready for me?"
Lelia gulped and nodded. She couldn't wriggle out of her work overalls fast enough.
Heavenly Bodies
by Celine Chatillon
Mojocastle Press
http://www.mojocastle.com/HeavenlyBodies.html
November 6, 2011
Excerpt: The Loves of Her Life
I hope everyone is enjoying November so far. I've been digilently working on my Nanowrimo "novel in a month" work-in-progress and I'm hopeful I'll finish it (or be close to finishing it) by the end of the month.
This week's excerpt is from my Tarot Card story, The Loves of Her Life .
The Loves of Her Life
by Celine Chatillon
eXtasy Books
(Tarot Card series--Two of Wands)
Spoiled and pampered Princess Estrella knows she must marry Prince Norbet for the good of her people. But she loves Lord Aiden, her childhood sweetheart, a soldier who must fight the dragon that threatens both their kingdoms. With her second sight she can see into the future and knows what is best for all… But even with this awful knowledge, how can Estrella choose between the loves of her life?
Scene set-up: Princess Estrella helps re-enact the Summer Solstice story with her lover, Lord Aiden, while a well-dressed stranger watches on.
"Give us the rest of the story!" cried the spectators. "Honor the Summer Solstice! Honor the goddess!"
"Well, if you put it that way…"
Estrella wrapped her hands tighter about her lover's neck and pulled his lips toward hers, kissing him passionately. Their tongues met and the electricity of attraction surged through both. Instantly, Aiden crushed her curves against his. He rhythmically rubbed the bulge beneath his loincloth against her belly. She moaned and reached down to stroke his erect flesh in time with the music, which had taken a serious turn into a steady, sultry, throbbing beat. He slid a hand under her short, filmy skirt and stroked the growing dampness between her thighs.
He chuckled. "You're as wet as the legendary flood of the Dragon's lair. Obviously, all these eyes focused on your luscious body is a turn on."
She smiled against his lips. "And I can tell you're as hard and straight as the legendary granite obelisk that marks the end of the world."
"Atillo then entered Adala and the whole world blossomed!" exclaimed a self-appointed narrator, a thin, bookish-type who seem to relish the telling of tales. "Soon, all the world was filled with the beautiful evidence of their love."
"Hmm, are you ready for me to fill you with the evidence of my love, my dear?" Aiden whispered in her ear. "I'm about to burst as it is."
"As am I. But wasn't there another person in the legend that brought the two together? The oak tree, Amillo?"
"You're right." Aiden tweaked a pointed nipple through the thin material of her shift, causing Estrella to moan.
A shadow crossed their path.
"And Amillo came and cradled the lovers in his branches to better assist their joining," their narrator said in hushed tones.
Estrella and Aiden hesitated then slowly turned to see their oak cradle.
The well-dressed stranger!
"I thought I'd volunteer my services in the part of Amillo. I am an amateur scholar of these old myths and legends. The chance to help act out one with such a handsome couple was… irresistible."
The Loves of Her Life now available at eXtasy Books
Name the next book you want to read an excerpt from in the comment sections below. Don't know which books to choose from? Check them out at my web site. What was your take on this excerpt? Please don't be afraid to leave a comment!
This week's excerpt is from my Tarot Card story, The Loves of Her Life .
The Loves of Her Life
by Celine Chatillon
eXtasy Books
(Tarot Card series--Two of Wands)
Spoiled and pampered Princess Estrella knows she must marry Prince Norbet for the good of her people. But she loves Lord Aiden, her childhood sweetheart, a soldier who must fight the dragon that threatens both their kingdoms. With her second sight she can see into the future and knows what is best for all… But even with this awful knowledge, how can Estrella choose between the loves of her life?
Scene set-up: Princess Estrella helps re-enact the Summer Solstice story with her lover, Lord Aiden, while a well-dressed stranger watches on.
"Give us the rest of the story!" cried the spectators. "Honor the Summer Solstice! Honor the goddess!"
"Well, if you put it that way…"
Estrella wrapped her hands tighter about her lover's neck and pulled his lips toward hers, kissing him passionately. Their tongues met and the electricity of attraction surged through both. Instantly, Aiden crushed her curves against his. He rhythmically rubbed the bulge beneath his loincloth against her belly. She moaned and reached down to stroke his erect flesh in time with the music, which had taken a serious turn into a steady, sultry, throbbing beat. He slid a hand under her short, filmy skirt and stroked the growing dampness between her thighs.
He chuckled. "You're as wet as the legendary flood of the Dragon's lair. Obviously, all these eyes focused on your luscious body is a turn on."
She smiled against his lips. "And I can tell you're as hard and straight as the legendary granite obelisk that marks the end of the world."
"Atillo then entered Adala and the whole world blossomed!" exclaimed a self-appointed narrator, a thin, bookish-type who seem to relish the telling of tales. "Soon, all the world was filled with the beautiful evidence of their love."
"Hmm, are you ready for me to fill you with the evidence of my love, my dear?" Aiden whispered in her ear. "I'm about to burst as it is."
"As am I. But wasn't there another person in the legend that brought the two together? The oak tree, Amillo?"
"You're right." Aiden tweaked a pointed nipple through the thin material of her shift, causing Estrella to moan.
A shadow crossed their path.
"And Amillo came and cradled the lovers in his branches to better assist their joining," their narrator said in hushed tones.
Estrella and Aiden hesitated then slowly turned to see their oak cradle.
The well-dressed stranger!
"I thought I'd volunteer my services in the part of Amillo. I am an amateur scholar of these old myths and legends. The chance to help act out one with such a handsome couple was… irresistible."
The Loves of Her Life now available at eXtasy Books
Name the next book you want to read an excerpt from in the comment sections below. Don't know which books to choose from? Check them out at my web site. What was your take on this excerpt? Please don't be afraid to leave a comment!
October 29, 2011
Take a bite of the VAMPIRE NEXT DOOR...
Happy Halloween!
To celebrate this weekend's festivities, here's a bite from my best-selling novel from Liquid Silver Books, HELP! I'M FALLING FOR THE VAMPIRE NEXT DOOR...
Help! I'm Falling for the Vampire Next Door
By Celine Chatillon
ISBN 1-59578-229-X
Click here to buy it in e-formats from Liquid Silver Books
Click here to buy it in trade paperback (print) from Amazon.
Also available in Kindle formats.
Valentine Drakul longs for a mate, someone to share eternity with who won't be totally grossed out living on a diet of steak tartare. Could the sexy girl living upstairs fulfill his every fantasy?
Melynda Kerpanik got the heck out of Dodge and ended up in St. Louis working for her cousin as an interior decorator. But will her career plans take a backseat to her curiosity about things that "go bump in the night"?
A deadly foe ensnares Mel in his evil plot to rid the world of the Kindred race... Can Val save the mortal woman he loves without transforming her into the eternally lonely being he's become?
Excerpt Set-up: Mel returns from a dinner with the villainous Leo Van Helsing...
"Where in the world have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere."
Val stomped out of the dark, moonless shadows, grabbing Mel by the elbow as she approached the warehouse's front door at half past eleven. "And what were you doing all this time riding in a limo?"
"Jealous?" Mel giggled. "It was nothing. Nothing at all. Shelby wanted me to schmooze with some bigwig client so he'd buy into the building. I think he will, too. Shel is going to be sooo pleased with me."
Val's nostrils flared. What was that stinking cologne she had on? It smelled like a man's aftershave--an expensive, yet tawdry, man's aftershave.
Mel reached into her purse and dropped her key then fumbled with the front door lock. "Oops! I think I've had too much to drink."
"It appears so." He picked up the key along with a matchbook that had fallen beside it. He gave a long whistle. "Whoa. That must have been some major player you had dinner with. You actually ate at the Adam's Mark Hotel?"
"Well, yeah. He's staying there for now."
"Did you give him dessert upstairs afterward?"
She frowned. "Just what are you implying? Oh, that I... No, no. He was a gentleman. A very handsome, very rich and well-connected gentleman. There was no hanky-panky whatsoever. I think."
"You think?"
The fires within him roared. Val grimaced and clenched his fists at his sides. Another had staked claim to one of his own. That man must die and die horribly. Instinctively his canines grew, forcing him to turn back into the shadows.
"Val, your face!" She gasped. "I'm not all that intoxicated. What's wrong? You look like you're experiencing a sudden toothache. Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. It's my wisdom teeth. They give me trouble."
Mel approached him and cradled him tenderly into her arms, patting his back.
"Poor baby. I bet they hurt awful. I noticed the gum swelling the other night after we... made love. You really ought to see a dentist."
"How many dentists do you know offer late night hours?"
"Not many. You poor, poor dear."
She began to kiss his chin and face over and over again, stroking his shoulders and pecs, pressing her warm, womanly curves tight against his muscular frame. Val sighed and relaxed, pulling her deeper into the shadows with him. Leaning against the brick building brought back memories of other secret lovers' rendezvous long ago on deserted streets and in back alleys. His cock grew hard, throbbing at the thrill of getting caught in the act.
"Hmm, Melynda, have you ever...?"
"Ever?" She paused her assault on his senses and smiled. "Have I ever done it under the moonlight in some back alleyway, you mean?"
"Exactly." He lowered one dress strap and then another, lowering his lips to each nipple, licking it to full attention. "No one will see us here and the nearest occupied house is a block over."
She chuckled. "I promise not to shout too loudly if you won't."
"No promise."
Val squeezed her buttocks, rubbing the bulge in his pants against her pussy covered only by the thinnest of cloth. She threw back her head, and a low moan escaped her lithe, lovely throat. He fought off the urge to sink his fangs into the smooth, white flesh and partake of the life-giving liquid contained within.
Mel would give of herself in a human manner, the manner he had always desired to enjoy without corrupting it with his people's ancient curse. He had vowed to act human, or at least as close an approximation to humanity as he could attain.
He pushed up her skirt and pulled her thong down, greedily fondling her clit. She was hot and wet and ready for the taking. As if reading his mind, she undid his jeans zipper and yanked his pants all the way down to his ankles.
"Hmm, I didn't have any dessert tonight, by the way." Mel knelt and nibbled his stiffening cock through the silky material of his boxers before removing the barrier and tantalizing the red, engorged head with her tongue. "Delicious."
He groaned. The cool brick on his backside and the hot breath of his lover on his cock drove him to distraction. If he wasn't careful, the neighbors would hear them. "I know someone else who's finger-lickin' good."
Val pulled Mel to her feet, simultaneously plunging a tongue into her mouth and a digit deep into her eager pussy. She squealed in delight. He backed her up against the first step of the stoop and laid her down, continuing his assault on her cunt. As their kiss deepened she wrapped her legs about him and speared herself on his erection, drawing it deep within her.
He lifted her up as easily as she were a phantom without substance and took her deeper into the shadows, pinning her against the cool brick wall with his hot cock, madly ramming it harder and harder into her tight passage. His mind went blank and his canines extended. He lightly raked them against the tender flesh of shoulders, drinking in the perfume of her blood. He teetered close to the edge of insanity.
Mel sighed. "Oh, Val, you know exactly how I like it… Fast and hard. And that is the most wonderful sensation on my neck. Bite me, will you?"
His head instantly cleared. "What did you say?"
"I said give me a hickey. It won't show if I wear a turtleneck for the next week or so. You're driving me crazy with your nibbling. I'm about to... I will if you..."
"Melynda, I can't bite you. If I did, I'd..." He couldn't say the words I wouldn't stop until I had drained you of all your blood.
"Hmm, that's okay. Just gum me a little harder."
Drink, drink! She's offering herself to you, a willing victim.
Help! I'm Falling for the Vampire Next Door
from Liquid Silver Books
What sort of excerpt would you like to read next week? Funny, scary, sexy, all of the above? Let me know in the comments below, and I'll try to oblige.
To celebrate this weekend's festivities, here's a bite from my best-selling novel from Liquid Silver Books, HELP! I'M FALLING FOR THE VAMPIRE NEXT DOOR...
Help! I'm Falling for the Vampire Next Door
By Celine Chatillon
ISBN 1-59578-229-X
Click here to buy it in e-formats from Liquid Silver Books
Click here to buy it in trade paperback (print) from Amazon.
Also available in Kindle formats.
Valentine Drakul longs for a mate, someone to share eternity with who won't be totally grossed out living on a diet of steak tartare. Could the sexy girl living upstairs fulfill his every fantasy?
Melynda Kerpanik got the heck out of Dodge and ended up in St. Louis working for her cousin as an interior decorator. But will her career plans take a backseat to her curiosity about things that "go bump in the night"?
A deadly foe ensnares Mel in his evil plot to rid the world of the Kindred race... Can Val save the mortal woman he loves without transforming her into the eternally lonely being he's become?
Excerpt Set-up: Mel returns from a dinner with the villainous Leo Van Helsing...
"Where in the world have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere."
Val stomped out of the dark, moonless shadows, grabbing Mel by the elbow as she approached the warehouse's front door at half past eleven. "And what were you doing all this time riding in a limo?"
"Jealous?" Mel giggled. "It was nothing. Nothing at all. Shelby wanted me to schmooze with some bigwig client so he'd buy into the building. I think he will, too. Shel is going to be sooo pleased with me."
Val's nostrils flared. What was that stinking cologne she had on? It smelled like a man's aftershave--an expensive, yet tawdry, man's aftershave.
Mel reached into her purse and dropped her key then fumbled with the front door lock. "Oops! I think I've had too much to drink."
"It appears so." He picked up the key along with a matchbook that had fallen beside it. He gave a long whistle. "Whoa. That must have been some major player you had dinner with. You actually ate at the Adam's Mark Hotel?"
"Well, yeah. He's staying there for now."
"Did you give him dessert upstairs afterward?"
She frowned. "Just what are you implying? Oh, that I... No, no. He was a gentleman. A very handsome, very rich and well-connected gentleman. There was no hanky-panky whatsoever. I think."
"You think?"
The fires within him roared. Val grimaced and clenched his fists at his sides. Another had staked claim to one of his own. That man must die and die horribly. Instinctively his canines grew, forcing him to turn back into the shadows.
"Val, your face!" She gasped. "I'm not all that intoxicated. What's wrong? You look like you're experiencing a sudden toothache. Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. It's my wisdom teeth. They give me trouble."
Mel approached him and cradled him tenderly into her arms, patting his back.
"Poor baby. I bet they hurt awful. I noticed the gum swelling the other night after we... made love. You really ought to see a dentist."
"How many dentists do you know offer late night hours?"
"Not many. You poor, poor dear."
She began to kiss his chin and face over and over again, stroking his shoulders and pecs, pressing her warm, womanly curves tight against his muscular frame. Val sighed and relaxed, pulling her deeper into the shadows with him. Leaning against the brick building brought back memories of other secret lovers' rendezvous long ago on deserted streets and in back alleys. His cock grew hard, throbbing at the thrill of getting caught in the act.
"Hmm, Melynda, have you ever...?"
"Ever?" She paused her assault on his senses and smiled. "Have I ever done it under the moonlight in some back alleyway, you mean?"
"Exactly." He lowered one dress strap and then another, lowering his lips to each nipple, licking it to full attention. "No one will see us here and the nearest occupied house is a block over."
She chuckled. "I promise not to shout too loudly if you won't."
"No promise."
Val squeezed her buttocks, rubbing the bulge in his pants against her pussy covered only by the thinnest of cloth. She threw back her head, and a low moan escaped her lithe, lovely throat. He fought off the urge to sink his fangs into the smooth, white flesh and partake of the life-giving liquid contained within.
Mel would give of herself in a human manner, the manner he had always desired to enjoy without corrupting it with his people's ancient curse. He had vowed to act human, or at least as close an approximation to humanity as he could attain.
He pushed up her skirt and pulled her thong down, greedily fondling her clit. She was hot and wet and ready for the taking. As if reading his mind, she undid his jeans zipper and yanked his pants all the way down to his ankles.
"Hmm, I didn't have any dessert tonight, by the way." Mel knelt and nibbled his stiffening cock through the silky material of his boxers before removing the barrier and tantalizing the red, engorged head with her tongue. "Delicious."
He groaned. The cool brick on his backside and the hot breath of his lover on his cock drove him to distraction. If he wasn't careful, the neighbors would hear them. "I know someone else who's finger-lickin' good."
Val pulled Mel to her feet, simultaneously plunging a tongue into her mouth and a digit deep into her eager pussy. She squealed in delight. He backed her up against the first step of the stoop and laid her down, continuing his assault on her cunt. As their kiss deepened she wrapped her legs about him and speared herself on his erection, drawing it deep within her.
He lifted her up as easily as she were a phantom without substance and took her deeper into the shadows, pinning her against the cool brick wall with his hot cock, madly ramming it harder and harder into her tight passage. His mind went blank and his canines extended. He lightly raked them against the tender flesh of shoulders, drinking in the perfume of her blood. He teetered close to the edge of insanity.
Mel sighed. "Oh, Val, you know exactly how I like it… Fast and hard. And that is the most wonderful sensation on my neck. Bite me, will you?"
His head instantly cleared. "What did you say?"
"I said give me a hickey. It won't show if I wear a turtleneck for the next week or so. You're driving me crazy with your nibbling. I'm about to... I will if you..."
"Melynda, I can't bite you. If I did, I'd..." He couldn't say the words I wouldn't stop until I had drained you of all your blood.
"Hmm, that's okay. Just gum me a little harder."
Drink, drink! She's offering herself to you, a willing victim.
Help! I'm Falling for the Vampire Next Door
from Liquid Silver Books
What sort of excerpt would you like to read next week? Funny, scary, sexy, all of the above? Let me know in the comments below, and I'll try to oblige.
October 22, 2011
Excerpt Excitement!
In honor of the upcoming National Novel Writing Month (a.k.a. the "Nanowrimo Challenge"), each week I'll be posting an excerpt from each of my published works. This week's lucky excerpt comes from my first erotic release, A Middle Class Existence:
Sex, lies, and blackmail... Can they add up to "Happily Ever After?"
A Middle Class Existenceby Celine Chatillon
Available at eXtasy Books
When Riki's "perfect world" is threatened she embarks on a plan of vengeance to take back what is hers from her husband's ex-boss, Morgan Fahr. She soon discovers that she revels in the feelings of power she has over men like Fahr through casual sex and seeks it out with a shady lawyer as well. But as her simple blackmail plot spirals out of control, Riki begins to realize the only way out could lead to murder.
"What is a nice girl like you doing in a racket like this?" He sat beside me as I straightened up and tucked the wad into my back jeans pocket.
"Making a living like everyone else, I guess." I crossed my legs to remove a spike-heeled sandal. "Everybody got to eat. Everybody got to breathe. Everybody got to fuck now and then, too."
A dark cloud traversed his features, but the storm quickly passed. He leaned back on the bed and folded his arms beneath his head, watching me unzip my pants with unadulterated lust.
"You shouldn't use such crude terms. You're much too young and pretty to be talking like a sailor. You remind me of somebody… somebody I met once. Now, who could it be?"
I shimmied out of my jeans then carefully folded and placed them by my jacket. Could he have remembered me from a company picnic? Or maybe those few times I actually came by the factory in the middle of the day to talk to Daniel about the kids? Did I have enough guts to bluff my way out of this situation if he did place my face and name together?
I turned around, facing him, and took a deep breath, filling out my black, lacy B-cup as much as possible as I peeled off my top. "Your Sunday school teacher perhaps?"
His gaze dropped below my chin. It worked. I wouldn't have to worry about him studying my face too much. The man was going to explode if he didn't get off soon.
He chuckled. "More like the little red-headed girl I snuck out of Sunday School with to make-out behind her father's barn. Come on over here."
A Middle Class Existenceby Celine Chatillon
Available at eXtasy Books
Sex, lies, and blackmail... Can they add up to "Happily Ever After?"
A Middle Class Existenceby Celine Chatillon
Available at eXtasy Books
When Riki's "perfect world" is threatened she embarks on a plan of vengeance to take back what is hers from her husband's ex-boss, Morgan Fahr. She soon discovers that she revels in the feelings of power she has over men like Fahr through casual sex and seeks it out with a shady lawyer as well. But as her simple blackmail plot spirals out of control, Riki begins to realize the only way out could lead to murder.
"What is a nice girl like you doing in a racket like this?" He sat beside me as I straightened up and tucked the wad into my back jeans pocket.
"Making a living like everyone else, I guess." I crossed my legs to remove a spike-heeled sandal. "Everybody got to eat. Everybody got to breathe. Everybody got to fuck now and then, too."
A dark cloud traversed his features, but the storm quickly passed. He leaned back on the bed and folded his arms beneath his head, watching me unzip my pants with unadulterated lust.
"You shouldn't use such crude terms. You're much too young and pretty to be talking like a sailor. You remind me of somebody… somebody I met once. Now, who could it be?"
I shimmied out of my jeans then carefully folded and placed them by my jacket. Could he have remembered me from a company picnic? Or maybe those few times I actually came by the factory in the middle of the day to talk to Daniel about the kids? Did I have enough guts to bluff my way out of this situation if he did place my face and name together?
I turned around, facing him, and took a deep breath, filling out my black, lacy B-cup as much as possible as I peeled off my top. "Your Sunday school teacher perhaps?"
His gaze dropped below my chin. It worked. I wouldn't have to worry about him studying my face too much. The man was going to explode if he didn't get off soon.
He chuckled. "More like the little red-headed girl I snuck out of Sunday School with to make-out behind her father's barn. Come on over here."
A Middle Class Existenceby Celine Chatillon
Available at eXtasy Books
October 7, 2011
Archon Rocks!
Archon Rocks!
I'm back from the exhausting (yet exhilarating) weekend that is the annual Archon SF convention… Yet another fix of super sci-fi fandom successfully obtained.
I spoke on a few panels, handsome hubby sold quite a few Doctor Who inspired artworks, we passed out some promo items and took a lot of photos of some very interesting characters. You may even glimpse one or two in an upcoming Brandi Whyne adventure. You never know where inspiration may hit!
The best thing about Archon are the people (both in and out of costume). Many of the guests graciously give you freebies, too—and anime guest of honor Sonny Strait was one of these wonderful givers. Sonny is an anime actor, writer and director who does the voice of Krillin on Dragonball Z as well as a Manga artist and musician. Quite the Renaissance man! He gave out free CD's of rock music recorded by his band Chin's Mojo. Imagine my delight at the title of one song, Makin' Love to Celine. (Okay, I believe the song is about making out while Celine Dion music blares in the background, but hey! I like my own interpretation of the title better. Great tune, by the way.)
Check out Chin's Mojo at their web site or Facebook and see if you don't agree that anime artists don't make great rockers. And to all my friends and family at Archon—rock on!
September 16, 2011
Now available--Brandi's Best Revenge!
Sorry not to post much lately, but we've been out of town helping my mom out while she undergoes chemotherapy... Yes, she's finally able to admit to the world that she's battling the "big C". It's been a difficult month and a half for us all, but so far she's doing as well as to be expected.
But today, I'm back on my home computer and able to shout out about my latest release from eXtasy, BRANDI WHYNE AND HER INCREDIBLY EROTIC ADVENTURES: Chapter 7--Brandi's Best Revenge! :)
Check it out in various e-formats at:
http://www.extasybooks.com/brandi-whyne-7-3/
or http://tinyurl.com/brandi-7
Here's the quick synopsis:
Don't forget, to receive your very own PDF copy of "Outrageous Extended Excerpts" from all the chapters (well, up to number 6) by simply dropping me an email with "Free Ebook" in the subject line. celinechatillon @ hotmail.com
And be sure to check out Brandi's very own blog for an excerpt and more:
http://brandi-whyne.blogspot.com
Because every fictional character deserves a blog!
Something I learned today: The Mobi format works well on the Kindle e-reader... PDF formats work well, too. Now there's no excuse not to buy directly from my publisher (for the biggest discounts) and read my books on your Kindle device! ;)
I'll see you at the Archon SF convention at the Gateway Convention Center in Collinsville, Illinois, September 30-October 2. Be sure to drop in on one of my panels and say hello. I enjoy chatting with my readers. :)
But today, I'm back on my home computer and able to shout out about my latest release from eXtasy, BRANDI WHYNE AND HER INCREDIBLY EROTIC ADVENTURES: Chapter 7--Brandi's Best Revenge! :)
Check it out in various e-formats at:http://www.extasybooks.com/brandi-whyne-7-3/
or http://tinyurl.com/brandi-7
Here's the quick synopsis:
What do you get when Star Wars meets Sherwood Forest? Mix in a little Pirates of the Caribbean, Fanny Hill, Futurama and The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy and you get Brandi Whyne and Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures (with Robin Manhood and His Totally Sexed-Out Space Pirates). With a series title that long, you know it's going to be filled with loads of laughs, tons of sci-fi fun and plenty of hot sex!
In Chapter 7, Brandi's Best Revenge, the crew of the Pulsating Purple Parsnip encounter their time bandit contact in their own dimension—Robin's ex-girlfriend, Marian Maidenform. But all is not quite as it seems aboard Marian's ship, and seducing the hunky android Andrew becomes part of Brandi's revenge against the cold yet sexy woman who broke Robin's heart. But what does K.R.A.P.P. have to do with the balance of power on Old Terra? Brandi and her pals are determined to find out.
Don't forget, to receive your very own PDF copy of "Outrageous Extended Excerpts" from all the chapters (well, up to number 6) by simply dropping me an email with "Free Ebook" in the subject line. celinechatillon @ hotmail.com
And be sure to check out Brandi's very own blog for an excerpt and more:
http://brandi-whyne.blogspot.com
Because every fictional character deserves a blog!
Something I learned today: The Mobi format works well on the Kindle e-reader... PDF formats work well, too. Now there's no excuse not to buy directly from my publisher (for the biggest discounts) and read my books on your Kindle device! ;)
I'll see you at the Archon SF convention at the Gateway Convention Center in Collinsville, Illinois, September 30-October 2. Be sure to drop in on one of my panels and say hello. I enjoy chatting with my readers. :)
August 23, 2011
Playing Twenty Questions...
I'll be playing "Twenty Questions" with very naughty (but nice) erotic-romance author Jude Mason this Wednesday at her blog:
http://jude-mason.blogspot.com/2011/08/welcome-celine-chatillon.html
Pop in and find out what you've always wanted to know about me. Or not. Feel free to leave a comment and ask me a question I forgot to answer. ;)
And don't you forget my latest release:
Brandi Whyne and Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures: Chapter 6--Kidnapped by Time Bandits! http://tinyurl.com/brandi-6
Book Trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1Rl3a9Qk68
Coming Soon: Brandi Whyne Chapter 7: Brandi's Best Revenge!
http://jude-mason.blogspot.com/2011/08/welcome-celine-chatillon.html
Pop in and find out what you've always wanted to know about me. Or not. Feel free to leave a comment and ask me a question I forgot to answer. ;)
And don't you forget my latest release:
Brandi Whyne and Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures: Chapter 6--Kidnapped by Time Bandits! http://tinyurl.com/brandi-6
Book Trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1Rl3a9Qk68
Coming Soon: Brandi Whyne Chapter 7: Brandi's Best Revenge!
August 9, 2011
Brandi is Sealed with a Kiss...
I posted over at author Robin Badillo's Sealed with a Kiss blog this week promoting the latest release, Brandi Whyne and Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures: Chapter 6--
Kidnapped by Time Bandits
. Check out her gorgeous blog site here:
http://robinbadillo.blogspot.com/?zx=b0073cb64c21ea7b
And enjoy the cool tunes playing in the background. (Sweet!)
The tiny url links that I previously posted to individual titles in the Brandi Whyne series may take you to the front page of eXtasy Books instead. A recent change in servers sort of voided the links. If you type in "Celine Chatillon" in the search box under author (on right top corner of the front page) that will take you to a listing of my stories. I apologize for any inconvenience. Brandi promises to get the whip out and make me update all the old links soon... Unfortunately, she knows I enjoy a good spanking too much. ;)
Don't forget you can get a free ebook of outrageously erotic excerpts from the Brandi Whyne series simply by dropping me an email. celinechatillon @ hotmail.com
July 27, 2011
Brandi's Best Revenge--coming this fall!
Just a heads up to let y'all know that chapter seven in the Brandi Whyne series will be released sometime before October 1, 2011. Here's a short synopsis of what to expect:
What do you get when Star Wars meets Sherwood Forest? Mix in a little Pirates of the Caribbean, Fanny Hill, Futurama and The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy and you get Brandi Whyne and Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures (with Robin Manhood and His Totally Sexed-Out Space Pirates). With a series title that long, you know it's going to be filled with loads of laughs, tons of sci-fi fun and plenty of hot sex!
In Chapter 7, Brandi's Best Revenge, the crew of the Pulsating Purple Parsnip encounter their time bandit contact in their own dimension—Robin's ex-girlfriend, Marian Maidenform. But all is not quite as it seems aboard Marian's ship, and seducing the hunky android Andrew becomes part of Brandi's revenge against the cold yet sexy woman who broke Robin's heart. But what does K.R.A.P.P. have to do with the balance of power on Old Terra? Brandi and her pals are determined to find out.
Coming soon from the good folks at eXtasy Books.
Don't forget you can get a free ebook of "Outrageous Extended Erotic Excerpts" just by emailing me and putting "free ebook" in the subject line: celinechatillon @ hotmail.com
July 1, 2011
Why Not Go for a Laugh?
If you've ever wondered why I started writing Brandi Whyne and Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures, check out my guest blog article at Sapphire Phelan's Passion Corner:
http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/romancing-on-fiday-guest-blogger-celine.html
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And drop me an email at celinechatillon @ hotmail.com (no spaces) to ask me about my FREE EBOOK! ;)
http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/romancing-on-fiday-guest-blogger-celine.html
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And drop me an email at celinechatillon @ hotmail.com (no spaces) to ask me about my FREE EBOOK! ;)
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