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July 24, 2015
That Filthy Book by Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae #ebook #erotica #sex @8britbabes
As the title suggests this novel I co-authored with Natalie Dae is indeed filthy, however reviewers have also claimed it to be 'a book every woman should read'.
Here's the low down and a sexy excerpt for you to sample...
Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I’d been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I’d ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years. In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.
Excerpt
It seemed Lady Luck had joined us for our journey, giving the green light for all our needs to be met only three days after my confession of what I really wanted him to do with that branch.Jacob’s parents had asked if they could take the girls to a circus on Saturday night. It started at eight, didn’t finish until ten, so they’d suggested it was more sensible that they keep them until Sunday morning, possibly Sunday afternoon if the children fancied having a roast dinner with them at the local pub.I was not about to turn that opportunity down, especially when Jacob had been hot for the idea of outside sex. In fact, he’d been more than up for it, and the excited glint in his eye when I’d held up the carefully stripped bark had sent a tremble to my very core. Something told me I’d hit another very dark and very sinful nerve of his.But always one to think of others, Jacob had already promised to help a work colleague move house on the Saturday. I didn’t mind too much because it left me with an empty afternoon to prepare for our evening of fun. I started with a pamper accompanied by a glass of wine, treating myself to a cucumber face mask, sugar body scrub, shave—including my pussy—manicure and pedicure and finally a generous slathering of body butter.It left me feeling tingly and smooth, as if my body was honed and prepared. The thought of my silky, clean skin and perfectly neat red nails out in the open, amongst dirt and leaves, with the sootiness of bark mould smudged randomly over my body had me panting with excitement. I could just imagine mud squelching around my toes and the creamy skin of my wrists worn red by ropes. And the image of my arse marked raw by the branch, well, that had me feeling like a sacrificial offering.For I knew that this evening I would be handing myself over to nature, to Jacob, and to my own darkest desires. The bare bones of my soul were about to be revealed. No holds barred, no chance to hide. They were the very skeleton of me that only Jacob would ever set eyes on.When the dipping sun sent lilac and crimson fingers darting over the horizon I was ready—more than ready. I’d had a light tea and another glass of wine, resisted the temptation to masturbate—just—and saved myself for my husband.The front door opened with a whoosh, then shut with a resounding slam. I spun from the kitchen window where I’d been staring at the darkening copse.The copse that was ready and waiting.Heavy footsteps banged down the hall. Loud and resolute, the sound reverberated around my head.This was it. There was no turning back.I didn’t want to. Not for anything.The door swung open, and there he stood, with his broad shoulders filling the frame and his head bowed slightly. He pulled his brows low and set his jaw. A small muscle flexed and unflexed in his cheek.“Get down on your knees, bitch.”I gasped at the completely thrilling sound of his bad man’s voice and folded my legs until my knees landed on the freshly swept lino. He was so feral, so dominant, not Jacob the protector, the carer. No, tonight I had Jacob the master, the taker, the giver of sinful pleasure.Between one breath and the next he was in front of me, his groin level with my face and his hands on his hips. The scent of man and hard physical work washed over me, as well as perhaps a hint of a greasy spoon cafe where he’d no doubt been treated to pie and chips for the efforts of his day.“Take out my cock.”I reached for the buttons on his jeans, surprised to see that my hands trembled. Excitement? Trepidation?This had not been part of any plan, but I wasn’t complaining. In fact, there wasn’t a plan. All Jacob had asked was that I trust him. He said that he understood what I wanted and would make it all happen for me. Of course, we had a safe word, but I couldn’t imagine I would need it. I trusted Jacob with my life and my pleasure. I always would.“Hurry up,” he said, tangling his fingers in my neatly brushed, softly conditioned hair. “Take it out and suck it.”After I freed his cock, his length sprang into my palm, hot and thick, and the purple veins winding up the shaft bulged with his keen arousal.In a sharp movement, he jerked forward and the tip slid into my salivating mouth. “Wider, whore,” he snarled. “Take me, all of me.”I stretched my jaw and he sank deep, sliding to the back of my throat in one urgent movement. I gagged but he ignored it; pulled back then rode in again, all the time holding my head in a tight, vice-like grip so I had no choice but to take him, tip to base.I’d sucked on Jacob’s cock a million times, but never had he taken control like this. He was always respectful and deathly still, allowing me to determine depth and pace. But this was different—this was sinful, depraved Jacob fucking my mouth without a thought for my well-being.I adored it.Needing support as my body was jostled by his thrusting hips, I gripped his thighs. Saliva ran down my face and neck onto my red blouse, my nose repeatedly buried in his wiry pubic hair.He steamed on and on, hissing and cursing above me. Breathing was difficult, my mouth was so chock-full of hard, demanding cock. When I did catch a breath the air was heated and smelt of him, musky and raw.“Get fucking ready for it,” he snarled, thrusting to such a depth his balls slapped against my chin. “I’m going to come down your throat. I’m going to fill you up, now...argh...fuck...now.”He let out a garrotted cry as his cock swelled further, then, in several sweet pulses, copious amounts of fluid gushed over my tongue. I swallowed rapidly, the action tugging the crown of his cock further down my throat.“Ah, sweet...fucking...Jesus,” he hissed, gripping my hair. “That’s it, keep sucking, swallow me.”I did as he asked. My body quivered, and I could almost come myself just from the feel and taste of him climaxing so hard and forcefully. Had he lain there all those millions of times I’d sucked him off, restraining himself? Had he wanted to throw me down and fuck my mouth in a hard, abandoned way, but resisted?I didn’t have time to dwell on this because Jacob pulled out, gripped my upper arms and dragged me into a standing position. Gasping, I stared into his flushed face. His mouth was parted as he drew in big lungfuls of air. His eyes sparkled, the pupils wide and dilated, showing me the dark depths of his most basic needs.“That’s just the beginning,” he said in a rasping, breathy voice. “To take the edge off what you’ve had me thinking of for three days.” He slanted his mouth down hard over mine, taking possession of my lips and tongue in a furious, ravenous kiss. He pulled away abruptly. “You’re such a tease,” he muttered, “tempting me, turning me on. Well, now you’re going to get it. You’re going to get punished for making a man want you so bad it hurts his soul.”Fisting the lapels of my silky blouse, he stared down into my eyes. There was a sudden yank and my body jolted, air banged from my chest and buttons pinged onto the floor.“You really don’t need clothes,” he said with a depraved grin. “Not for what’s going to happen to you.”With another hard, ripping tug, my blouse was off and thrown across the kitchen work surface. I hadn’t bothered with a bra and my breasts hung heavy and aroused, dappled in shadows from the setting sun. I breathed quickly in short, snatching gasps, and my breasts were jostled with each intake of air.“And these,” he growled, snapping the button free on my trousers. “Get them off.”Hurriedly I complied, dropping them around my ankles so that cool kitchen air fanned over my bare pussy.He tucked his softening cock away and twitched his brows as he registered my lack of pubic hair, but made no comment regarding the plump lips that peeked, softly rounded, from between my thighs.“Outside,” he said in a husky, dangerous voice as he glanced at the darkening window. “Get outside where I can give you what a slutty tease deserves.”He reached for my arm, and I stepped out of my trousers before he jerked me across the kitchen. His hold was rough and strong and sent a whole host of longing raging through my veins.He flung open the door and marched out onto the bricked path that led to the patio area, then on towards the wilderness section of the garden.The sensation of being naked, outdoors, for the first time was as exciting as it was illicit. It made me feel both vulnerable and empowered, a weird combination of emotions.“Hurry,” Jacob said, stepping off the path onto the grass.The damp, dewy blades gripped my bare feet like fingers, and the feel of soft, cold mud beneath my soles was mushy and alien. I took a few jogging steps to keep up with him. My breasts jigged, as did my thighs.The still air was a vast void of cool darkness that I’d suddenly become immersed in. My skin responded with goosebumps, as I’d known it would, but I didn’t care, as I’d known I wouldn’t. The heat raging in me was like a furnace. Bright and burning, enough to heat even the most freezing of nights.We reached the copse. Jacob’s big boots stomped over twigs, snapping them and shifting them out of his way. His breath was heavy; a slight fog misting from his mouth. Eventually, he stopped between the two trees that had been the centre of my sinful thoughts of late.“You will only make a sound if I give you permission,” he said, positioning me between the two slim trunks. “If you make any other noises you will be punished even more than you’re already going to be.”I swallowed tightly and nodded.He grunted before reaching for my left wrist.Allowing myself to be handled like a puppet, I stood stock still on crisp leaves and dank earth as he wrapped a thick rope around my forearm. It was scratchy and hard, not at all pliable. He looped it over the first branch so that my arm was held up high. He repeated the action with my right wrist, silently, efficiently; so that both my upper limbs were out- stretched in a high crucifix position.He stepped away and I heard the scrape of his lighter as he lit the four fat church candles I’d stood on squat bricks earlier. Instantly, a warm, golden glow bathed the cold woodland floor and flickered up the front of my harnessed, naked body.“Mmm,” he said, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth and studying me. “Perfect.”I swallowed tightly and breathed in the mulchy, earthy scent enveloping me. My clit swelled, trying to peek from its hood, and my nipples strained forward, the chilly air a caress to my feverish, needy body.“Now I can do whatever I want and you can’t do a thing about it.” He lowered his voice to a sexy, dangerous drawl and tipped his face to mine. “Not a single...fucking...thing.”A shiver attacked my spine and jolted my stretched shoulder blades. He was so damn big standing before me in the shadows. Dressed in navy jeans and black sweater with his hair flopped messily forward, he looked menacing. Not the sort of man a woman would want to meet on a dark night.He reached out and cupped my right breast, handling it not roughly but not quite gently either. He then watched his own movements carefully as he massaged and tweaked and tugged at my nipple.Moisture grew in the deep well of my pussy. Hot and desperate need. I bowed towards him, wanting more than just my breasts to be fondled.He stroked over my belly, dipping inquisitive fingers into the slit of my pussy. “Mmm, you’re hot and ready for it, whore, aren’t you?”I pressed my lips in on themselves, remembering that I wasn’t to make a sound.He laughed, a deep, guttural noise that echoed around the tall, black tree trunks and drifted into the woody canopy above. “Good girl.” He probed deeper and found my clit. “Keep nice and quiet.”I suppressed a gasp as he applied just the right amount of pressure in a sweet little circle over my clit. I was so turned on, so desperate for his touch. Perhaps he was going to treat me to a quick orgasm to get the night started on a high note like I had for him?Parting my legs further, I shifted my feet on the squidgy, twig-strewn ground. I squeezed my eyes shut and embraced being naked in the woods—tied up and at one with nature, at one with Jacob and all the devilish, depraved things I would let him do to me.His breaths grew ragged on my cheek, and his body heat radiated onto my trembling skin as he continued to build me towards climax. I opened my eyes and looked into his face. Shadows sliced over his angular profile, the candles providing the only light now in our small, dark woodland hideaway.He kept up his heavenly rotations—he knew just how I liked it. My heart thumped, my breaths were getting harder to keep quiet and controlled. I was ready to come. Come while I was strung up outside, naked, between two trees.He removed his fingers.I opened my mouth to protest. How could he? I was just about to climax.He widened his eyes, as if daring me to speak.Hastily, I shut my mouth again.“Ah, poor little slut,” he said, cupping my chin with his damp fingertips. “Thought you were going to get some, didn’t you? Well, now you know what it’s like to be teased.”Despite the cold, heat rose on my cheeks—angry, frustrated heat. I yanked at the well- knotted ropes and they tightened on my wrists. If I hadn’t been tied up I would have finished myself off. Two quick flicks was all it would take for a fast, sharp orgasm.He stepped behind me and ran his flattened palm down the gutter of my spine. “So pretty,” he murmured. “So pretty and perfect and just waiting for it.”As he slid his hand lower, I became aware that he was holding something else against my skin, something cool and plastic, pointed and moist.“You have to take what I give you, whore, don’t you? And right now I want you to take this.”It was the butt plug. Where the hell had he kept that hidden all day?I rose onto my tiptoes as the narrow, lubed end traced down my cleft and poked at my puckered hole. Oh, God, I hadn’t expected any anal play tonight. I thought we were doing something else. I wasn’t psyched up for it, hadn’t thought about it enough.He nipped the ball of my shoulder with his teeth as the first section eased into my dark opening. I could say the safe word, but that would mean stopping our game, which, of course, I didn’t want. So it seemed, again, I had no choice in the matter but to take it. Jacob could and would do to me whatever he wanted.Willing myself to relax, because I’d taken the plug plenty of times now, I breathed in the sharp, pungent air and concentrated on my tight ring as it expanded.The plug eased in some more and I shuddered at the carnal bite of pain that besieged me. I was so turned on my entire pelvis was humming for more, but this caused the muscles to grasp the plug in an entirely different way to when I was lying on my bed, relaxed and alone, inserting it.“I’m going to fill your arse then spank you,” Jacob said into my ear, his hot breath instantly turning damp and cool. “Spank you, whip you, make you wish you weren’t such a fucking prick tease.”I whimpered and hung my head low, the tendons in my neck stretched as my arsehole widened around the ever-increasing tapered length of the plug. He kept on pushing, on and on, paying no regard to my tightness until finally it popped into me, leaving just the wide arms poking at the underside of my buttocks.“That’s it,” he said, almost soothingly. “That’s you full.”Full!Full was hardly the word. Stuffed, penetrated, out of control. They were the words that sprang to mind.I’d become aware as I accommodated the plug that I was standing completely on my toes, like a ballerina. Glancing down through the flickering light, I saw my toenails had sunk into the ground. Dried leaves and jagged ends of twigs poked at the pale skin on the top of my feet and around my ankles. It was a sandpit of nature, the wood’s own carpet, claiming me, becoming part of me. I was becoming part of it.Arching my head up to the sky, I stared at the stark winter treetops. The moon had come out to play too. Its shimmering light fractured through branches as it stared down at our naughty game.“Argh!” I couldn’t help my shocked scream, and my whole body tensed. The wild, searing pain whipping over my buttocks was agony—tormented, frantic agony.“Shh,” Jacob whispered as he ran the barkless branch over my tortured skin. “You’ll earn more strikes if you cry out.”I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and willed my arse to release around its invasion. The involuntary clenching of my cheeks as he’d struck me had created a spasm around the plug, shoving it into the membrane separating my vagina and rectum. The sensation was both exquisite and tormenting. The more I clenched, the sweeter the internal pain.“Brace,” he muttered.Brace! That was the problem.Another stinging slap connected. Its thin, mean line created a cross-section of burnt flesh over both my buttocks.“Oh, yes,” he said, running his cool palm over my arse. “It’s raised and swollen already.”I didn’t doubt if for a second.“It’s a hot mark on cold flesh,” he said. “A sweet line of possession.”No sooner had the pain retreated than another swinging slap rained down on my vulnerable skin. Owning me, blasting through me, releasing a huge shot of adrenaline into my system.“Oh, God, Jacob,” I murmured.“I didn’t say you could speak. Take it,” he said hotly. “Take it where you need it most.” My befuddled brain tried to make sense of his words. Take it where I needed it most?He struck again, the very top of my thighs this time. Oh my God! The flames of pain shot to my clit. Scorching the swollen flesh and making it bob within its hood. As I jerked away from the torture, I also found myself shunting back for more. The agony was like an electric circuit to my cunt, filling it with fizzing fire and wild, pulsing blood.“Let it go,” he said, thrashing my arse again and again.“Ah, ah,” I panted, absorbing the heat that bloomed across my skin and settled deep in my pelvis. The pain was like another living, breathing part of me, and I began to feel floaty as endorphins were released into my system. The world dropped away; I was drifting on a sea of sensation.A sudden gust of breeze lifted my hair from my shoulders, and I flung my head back, relaxed my knees and allowed the ropes to hold my weight. The wind rustled around the branches and whipped over the leaf-littered floor. To my left the trees darkened, and I guessed one of the candles had blown out.Jacob smoothed his hands over my arse, as if caressing the pains he’d inflicted. My clit was engorged. Moisture had seeped from my pussy and dampened the inside of my legs. I needed him to touch me again. I needed him to touch my clit and fuck my cunt.“Soon,” he said as if reading my hazy thoughts. “Soon.”The branch he wielded swung down again, the cold air shifting out of its way just a fraction of a second before it hit.I moaned long and low, no longer mustering the energy to remain completely silent.He picked up the pace, striking me fast and hard—they weren’t pansy hits, they had real male muscle behind them and each lash bit like a snake. Before long they all blurred, each cruel sting meshing with the last until my arse was just one thrumming mass of pain.A barrage of emotions overwhelmed me as I hung there, in the dark woods, my arse penetrated and being beaten by Jacob’s branch. I never would have thought I’d have this experience, but it was so liberating. Jacob inflicting this erotic pain had given me a whole new level of sensation. A whole new understanding of myself.As suddenly as it started, the beating stopped.I didn’t move, just allowed myself to be suspended by the ropes as I panted through the pain and listened to my pulse raging in my ears. My buttocks and the tops of my thighs were on fire, burning, and as the cold night stroked over them they sizzled and stung.“Look at me.”Jacob pinched my jaw between his fingers, and I opened my eyes. He was naked now, and the shadows from the candles flickered across his wide, defined chest. He reminded me in that instant of a Roman soldier, bronzed and sculpted. A thin layer of sweat shone in the hollow of his throat and over his top lip, and his fringe was jagged over his forehead.I loved him like I knew I would never love anyone else.He stooped and slotted his strong, corded forearms under my thighs, hoisting me into the air so that my spread pussy was directly over his cock. “You can speak now. Tell me what you want, bitch.”“I-I want you to, oh, please, please just fuck me.” Winding my fingers around the ropes I could reach with my new elevated position, I jerked and tried to impale myself on him.He grunted and allowed the first inch of his cock to push in. But he had me in a tight hold and I couldn’t drop down any further than he would allow.“You gonna tease me again?” he asked harshly.“Jacob, I... I...please, yes, yes. Whatever you want.” My pussy was contracting around nothing—I needed filling, now.“Because whenever you want tying up and punishing, all you’ve got to do is tease me and you’ll get it.” He pressed his mouth to mine in a heated kiss. “And, just so you know, whenever I want to put that plug in your tight little arse and fuck your pussy, I will. You’re mine; I will do to you whatever the hell I want, whenever I want.”His words were like an aphrodisiac and my arse clenched around the plug, stimulating me so much that an orgasm hovered. If only he would...He thrust in, right to the hilt.I cried out. My channel was so tight. With the plug in place his cock felt so much thicker, so much wider. The stab of pain was deliciously bad, and the sensation of being invaded and filled overwhelmed me so much that tears fell.“Shh,” he soothed against my cheek. “Shh.”But I didn’t want to be quiet or soothed. I felt wonderful, and no one would hear us. I wanted to shout and scream and let Jacob know how fantastic he made me feel. They were tears of joy. “Jacob, Jacob, please, oh God, yes, yes!” I shouted. My orgasm was so close. One more stroke.He pulled me off his cock, then, using the ropes I was harnessed to, swung me back down on to him.For an aching, eternal second I stiffened, my body waiting, suspended, knowing it was there, finally. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I panted, staring down at where we were joined. His dark pubic hair was mashed against my clit; his hips had reared upwards as he thrust as deep as possible into me.“Fuck it, yes, yes,” he hissed.He shoved me up and banged me down onto him again, the penetration bordering onviolent.“Argh!” I erupted in a rolling, hanging mass of ecstasy. My anus clenched around the plug and my pussy squeezed and milked his cock. My clit sent shockwaves of wanton bliss careering through me.“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” he cried out, his voice now every bit as loud as mine and his head thrown back. “That is fucking it!” He came deep inside me, ramming my body down onto his over and over.I split apart again, my body reeling in a million different directions in the cold, dark woods. It travelled from the tips of my fingers, frantic and bloodless, right to the ends of my filthy toes.What on earth had we become?
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Here's the low down and a sexy excerpt for you to sample...
Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I’d been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I’d ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years. In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.
Excerpt
It seemed Lady Luck had joined us for our journey, giving the green light for all our needs to be met only three days after my confession of what I really wanted him to do with that branch.Jacob’s parents had asked if they could take the girls to a circus on Saturday night. It started at eight, didn’t finish until ten, so they’d suggested it was more sensible that they keep them until Sunday morning, possibly Sunday afternoon if the children fancied having a roast dinner with them at the local pub.I was not about to turn that opportunity down, especially when Jacob had been hot for the idea of outside sex. In fact, he’d been more than up for it, and the excited glint in his eye when I’d held up the carefully stripped bark had sent a tremble to my very core. Something told me I’d hit another very dark and very sinful nerve of his.But always one to think of others, Jacob had already promised to help a work colleague move house on the Saturday. I didn’t mind too much because it left me with an empty afternoon to prepare for our evening of fun. I started with a pamper accompanied by a glass of wine, treating myself to a cucumber face mask, sugar body scrub, shave—including my pussy—manicure and pedicure and finally a generous slathering of body butter.It left me feeling tingly and smooth, as if my body was honed and prepared. The thought of my silky, clean skin and perfectly neat red nails out in the open, amongst dirt and leaves, with the sootiness of bark mould smudged randomly over my body had me panting with excitement. I could just imagine mud squelching around my toes and the creamy skin of my wrists worn red by ropes. And the image of my arse marked raw by the branch, well, that had me feeling like a sacrificial offering.For I knew that this evening I would be handing myself over to nature, to Jacob, and to my own darkest desires. The bare bones of my soul were about to be revealed. No holds barred, no chance to hide. They were the very skeleton of me that only Jacob would ever set eyes on.When the dipping sun sent lilac and crimson fingers darting over the horizon I was ready—more than ready. I’d had a light tea and another glass of wine, resisted the temptation to masturbate—just—and saved myself for my husband.The front door opened with a whoosh, then shut with a resounding slam. I spun from the kitchen window where I’d been staring at the darkening copse.The copse that was ready and waiting.Heavy footsteps banged down the hall. Loud and resolute, the sound reverberated around my head.This was it. There was no turning back.I didn’t want to. Not for anything.The door swung open, and there he stood, with his broad shoulders filling the frame and his head bowed slightly. He pulled his brows low and set his jaw. A small muscle flexed and unflexed in his cheek.“Get down on your knees, bitch.”I gasped at the completely thrilling sound of his bad man’s voice and folded my legs until my knees landed on the freshly swept lino. He was so feral, so dominant, not Jacob the protector, the carer. No, tonight I had Jacob the master, the taker, the giver of sinful pleasure.Between one breath and the next he was in front of me, his groin level with my face and his hands on his hips. The scent of man and hard physical work washed over me, as well as perhaps a hint of a greasy spoon cafe where he’d no doubt been treated to pie and chips for the efforts of his day.“Take out my cock.”I reached for the buttons on his jeans, surprised to see that my hands trembled. Excitement? Trepidation?This had not been part of any plan, but I wasn’t complaining. In fact, there wasn’t a plan. All Jacob had asked was that I trust him. He said that he understood what I wanted and would make it all happen for me. Of course, we had a safe word, but I couldn’t imagine I would need it. I trusted Jacob with my life and my pleasure. I always would.“Hurry up,” he said, tangling his fingers in my neatly brushed, softly conditioned hair. “Take it out and suck it.”After I freed his cock, his length sprang into my palm, hot and thick, and the purple veins winding up the shaft bulged with his keen arousal.In a sharp movement, he jerked forward and the tip slid into my salivating mouth. “Wider, whore,” he snarled. “Take me, all of me.”I stretched my jaw and he sank deep, sliding to the back of my throat in one urgent movement. I gagged but he ignored it; pulled back then rode in again, all the time holding my head in a tight, vice-like grip so I had no choice but to take him, tip to base.I’d sucked on Jacob’s cock a million times, but never had he taken control like this. He was always respectful and deathly still, allowing me to determine depth and pace. But this was different—this was sinful, depraved Jacob fucking my mouth without a thought for my well-being.I adored it.Needing support as my body was jostled by his thrusting hips, I gripped his thighs. Saliva ran down my face and neck onto my red blouse, my nose repeatedly buried in his wiry pubic hair.He steamed on and on, hissing and cursing above me. Breathing was difficult, my mouth was so chock-full of hard, demanding cock. When I did catch a breath the air was heated and smelt of him, musky and raw.“Get fucking ready for it,” he snarled, thrusting to such a depth his balls slapped against my chin. “I’m going to come down your throat. I’m going to fill you up, now...argh...fuck...now.”He let out a garrotted cry as his cock swelled further, then, in several sweet pulses, copious amounts of fluid gushed over my tongue. I swallowed rapidly, the action tugging the crown of his cock further down my throat.“Ah, sweet...fucking...Jesus,” he hissed, gripping my hair. “That’s it, keep sucking, swallow me.”I did as he asked. My body quivered, and I could almost come myself just from the feel and taste of him climaxing so hard and forcefully. Had he lain there all those millions of times I’d sucked him off, restraining himself? Had he wanted to throw me down and fuck my mouth in a hard, abandoned way, but resisted?I didn’t have time to dwell on this because Jacob pulled out, gripped my upper arms and dragged me into a standing position. Gasping, I stared into his flushed face. His mouth was parted as he drew in big lungfuls of air. His eyes sparkled, the pupils wide and dilated, showing me the dark depths of his most basic needs.“That’s just the beginning,” he said in a rasping, breathy voice. “To take the edge off what you’ve had me thinking of for three days.” He slanted his mouth down hard over mine, taking possession of my lips and tongue in a furious, ravenous kiss. He pulled away abruptly. “You’re such a tease,” he muttered, “tempting me, turning me on. Well, now you’re going to get it. You’re going to get punished for making a man want you so bad it hurts his soul.”Fisting the lapels of my silky blouse, he stared down into my eyes. There was a sudden yank and my body jolted, air banged from my chest and buttons pinged onto the floor.“You really don’t need clothes,” he said with a depraved grin. “Not for what’s going to happen to you.”With another hard, ripping tug, my blouse was off and thrown across the kitchen work surface. I hadn’t bothered with a bra and my breasts hung heavy and aroused, dappled in shadows from the setting sun. I breathed quickly in short, snatching gasps, and my breasts were jostled with each intake of air.“And these,” he growled, snapping the button free on my trousers. “Get them off.”Hurriedly I complied, dropping them around my ankles so that cool kitchen air fanned over my bare pussy.He tucked his softening cock away and twitched his brows as he registered my lack of pubic hair, but made no comment regarding the plump lips that peeked, softly rounded, from between my thighs.“Outside,” he said in a husky, dangerous voice as he glanced at the darkening window. “Get outside where I can give you what a slutty tease deserves.”He reached for my arm, and I stepped out of my trousers before he jerked me across the kitchen. His hold was rough and strong and sent a whole host of longing raging through my veins.He flung open the door and marched out onto the bricked path that led to the patio area, then on towards the wilderness section of the garden.The sensation of being naked, outdoors, for the first time was as exciting as it was illicit. It made me feel both vulnerable and empowered, a weird combination of emotions.“Hurry,” Jacob said, stepping off the path onto the grass.The damp, dewy blades gripped my bare feet like fingers, and the feel of soft, cold mud beneath my soles was mushy and alien. I took a few jogging steps to keep up with him. My breasts jigged, as did my thighs.The still air was a vast void of cool darkness that I’d suddenly become immersed in. My skin responded with goosebumps, as I’d known it would, but I didn’t care, as I’d known I wouldn’t. The heat raging in me was like a furnace. Bright and burning, enough to heat even the most freezing of nights.We reached the copse. Jacob’s big boots stomped over twigs, snapping them and shifting them out of his way. His breath was heavy; a slight fog misting from his mouth. Eventually, he stopped between the two trees that had been the centre of my sinful thoughts of late.“You will only make a sound if I give you permission,” he said, positioning me between the two slim trunks. “If you make any other noises you will be punished even more than you’re already going to be.”I swallowed tightly and nodded.He grunted before reaching for my left wrist.Allowing myself to be handled like a puppet, I stood stock still on crisp leaves and dank earth as he wrapped a thick rope around my forearm. It was scratchy and hard, not at all pliable. He looped it over the first branch so that my arm was held up high. He repeated the action with my right wrist, silently, efficiently; so that both my upper limbs were out- stretched in a high crucifix position.He stepped away and I heard the scrape of his lighter as he lit the four fat church candles I’d stood on squat bricks earlier. Instantly, a warm, golden glow bathed the cold woodland floor and flickered up the front of my harnessed, naked body.“Mmm,” he said, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth and studying me. “Perfect.”I swallowed tightly and breathed in the mulchy, earthy scent enveloping me. My clit swelled, trying to peek from its hood, and my nipples strained forward, the chilly air a caress to my feverish, needy body.“Now I can do whatever I want and you can’t do a thing about it.” He lowered his voice to a sexy, dangerous drawl and tipped his face to mine. “Not a single...fucking...thing.”A shiver attacked my spine and jolted my stretched shoulder blades. He was so damn big standing before me in the shadows. Dressed in navy jeans and black sweater with his hair flopped messily forward, he looked menacing. Not the sort of man a woman would want to meet on a dark night.He reached out and cupped my right breast, handling it not roughly but not quite gently either. He then watched his own movements carefully as he massaged and tweaked and tugged at my nipple.Moisture grew in the deep well of my pussy. Hot and desperate need. I bowed towards him, wanting more than just my breasts to be fondled.He stroked over my belly, dipping inquisitive fingers into the slit of my pussy. “Mmm, you’re hot and ready for it, whore, aren’t you?”I pressed my lips in on themselves, remembering that I wasn’t to make a sound.He laughed, a deep, guttural noise that echoed around the tall, black tree trunks and drifted into the woody canopy above. “Good girl.” He probed deeper and found my clit. “Keep nice and quiet.”I suppressed a gasp as he applied just the right amount of pressure in a sweet little circle over my clit. I was so turned on, so desperate for his touch. Perhaps he was going to treat me to a quick orgasm to get the night started on a high note like I had for him?Parting my legs further, I shifted my feet on the squidgy, twig-strewn ground. I squeezed my eyes shut and embraced being naked in the woods—tied up and at one with nature, at one with Jacob and all the devilish, depraved things I would let him do to me.His breaths grew ragged on my cheek, and his body heat radiated onto my trembling skin as he continued to build me towards climax. I opened my eyes and looked into his face. Shadows sliced over his angular profile, the candles providing the only light now in our small, dark woodland hideaway.He kept up his heavenly rotations—he knew just how I liked it. My heart thumped, my breaths were getting harder to keep quiet and controlled. I was ready to come. Come while I was strung up outside, naked, between two trees.He removed his fingers.I opened my mouth to protest. How could he? I was just about to climax.He widened his eyes, as if daring me to speak.Hastily, I shut my mouth again.“Ah, poor little slut,” he said, cupping my chin with his damp fingertips. “Thought you were going to get some, didn’t you? Well, now you know what it’s like to be teased.”Despite the cold, heat rose on my cheeks—angry, frustrated heat. I yanked at the well- knotted ropes and they tightened on my wrists. If I hadn’t been tied up I would have finished myself off. Two quick flicks was all it would take for a fast, sharp orgasm.He stepped behind me and ran his flattened palm down the gutter of my spine. “So pretty,” he murmured. “So pretty and perfect and just waiting for it.”As he slid his hand lower, I became aware that he was holding something else against my skin, something cool and plastic, pointed and moist.“You have to take what I give you, whore, don’t you? And right now I want you to take this.”It was the butt plug. Where the hell had he kept that hidden all day?I rose onto my tiptoes as the narrow, lubed end traced down my cleft and poked at my puckered hole. Oh, God, I hadn’t expected any anal play tonight. I thought we were doing something else. I wasn’t psyched up for it, hadn’t thought about it enough.He nipped the ball of my shoulder with his teeth as the first section eased into my dark opening. I could say the safe word, but that would mean stopping our game, which, of course, I didn’t want. So it seemed, again, I had no choice in the matter but to take it. Jacob could and would do to me whatever he wanted.Willing myself to relax, because I’d taken the plug plenty of times now, I breathed in the sharp, pungent air and concentrated on my tight ring as it expanded.The plug eased in some more and I shuddered at the carnal bite of pain that besieged me. I was so turned on my entire pelvis was humming for more, but this caused the muscles to grasp the plug in an entirely different way to when I was lying on my bed, relaxed and alone, inserting it.“I’m going to fill your arse then spank you,” Jacob said into my ear, his hot breath instantly turning damp and cool. “Spank you, whip you, make you wish you weren’t such a fucking prick tease.”I whimpered and hung my head low, the tendons in my neck stretched as my arsehole widened around the ever-increasing tapered length of the plug. He kept on pushing, on and on, paying no regard to my tightness until finally it popped into me, leaving just the wide arms poking at the underside of my buttocks.“That’s it,” he said, almost soothingly. “That’s you full.”Full!Full was hardly the word. Stuffed, penetrated, out of control. They were the words that sprang to mind.I’d become aware as I accommodated the plug that I was standing completely on my toes, like a ballerina. Glancing down through the flickering light, I saw my toenails had sunk into the ground. Dried leaves and jagged ends of twigs poked at the pale skin on the top of my feet and around my ankles. It was a sandpit of nature, the wood’s own carpet, claiming me, becoming part of me. I was becoming part of it.Arching my head up to the sky, I stared at the stark winter treetops. The moon had come out to play too. Its shimmering light fractured through branches as it stared down at our naughty game.“Argh!” I couldn’t help my shocked scream, and my whole body tensed. The wild, searing pain whipping over my buttocks was agony—tormented, frantic agony.“Shh,” Jacob whispered as he ran the barkless branch over my tortured skin. “You’ll earn more strikes if you cry out.”I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and willed my arse to release around its invasion. The involuntary clenching of my cheeks as he’d struck me had created a spasm around the plug, shoving it into the membrane separating my vagina and rectum. The sensation was both exquisite and tormenting. The more I clenched, the sweeter the internal pain.“Brace,” he muttered.Brace! That was the problem.Another stinging slap connected. Its thin, mean line created a cross-section of burnt flesh over both my buttocks.“Oh, yes,” he said, running his cool palm over my arse. “It’s raised and swollen already.”I didn’t doubt if for a second.“It’s a hot mark on cold flesh,” he said. “A sweet line of possession.”No sooner had the pain retreated than another swinging slap rained down on my vulnerable skin. Owning me, blasting through me, releasing a huge shot of adrenaline into my system.“Oh, God, Jacob,” I murmured.“I didn’t say you could speak. Take it,” he said hotly. “Take it where you need it most.” My befuddled brain tried to make sense of his words. Take it where I needed it most?He struck again, the very top of my thighs this time. Oh my God! The flames of pain shot to my clit. Scorching the swollen flesh and making it bob within its hood. As I jerked away from the torture, I also found myself shunting back for more. The agony was like an electric circuit to my cunt, filling it with fizzing fire and wild, pulsing blood.“Let it go,” he said, thrashing my arse again and again.“Ah, ah,” I panted, absorbing the heat that bloomed across my skin and settled deep in my pelvis. The pain was like another living, breathing part of me, and I began to feel floaty as endorphins were released into my system. The world dropped away; I was drifting on a sea of sensation.A sudden gust of breeze lifted my hair from my shoulders, and I flung my head back, relaxed my knees and allowed the ropes to hold my weight. The wind rustled around the branches and whipped over the leaf-littered floor. To my left the trees darkened, and I guessed one of the candles had blown out.Jacob smoothed his hands over my arse, as if caressing the pains he’d inflicted. My clit was engorged. Moisture had seeped from my pussy and dampened the inside of my legs. I needed him to touch me again. I needed him to touch my clit and fuck my cunt.“Soon,” he said as if reading my hazy thoughts. “Soon.”The branch he wielded swung down again, the cold air shifting out of its way just a fraction of a second before it hit.I moaned long and low, no longer mustering the energy to remain completely silent.He picked up the pace, striking me fast and hard—they weren’t pansy hits, they had real male muscle behind them and each lash bit like a snake. Before long they all blurred, each cruel sting meshing with the last until my arse was just one thrumming mass of pain.A barrage of emotions overwhelmed me as I hung there, in the dark woods, my arse penetrated and being beaten by Jacob’s branch. I never would have thought I’d have this experience, but it was so liberating. Jacob inflicting this erotic pain had given me a whole new level of sensation. A whole new understanding of myself.As suddenly as it started, the beating stopped.I didn’t move, just allowed myself to be suspended by the ropes as I panted through the pain and listened to my pulse raging in my ears. My buttocks and the tops of my thighs were on fire, burning, and as the cold night stroked over them they sizzled and stung.“Look at me.”Jacob pinched my jaw between his fingers, and I opened my eyes. He was naked now, and the shadows from the candles flickered across his wide, defined chest. He reminded me in that instant of a Roman soldier, bronzed and sculpted. A thin layer of sweat shone in the hollow of his throat and over his top lip, and his fringe was jagged over his forehead.I loved him like I knew I would never love anyone else.He stooped and slotted his strong, corded forearms under my thighs, hoisting me into the air so that my spread pussy was directly over his cock. “You can speak now. Tell me what you want, bitch.”“I-I want you to, oh, please, please just fuck me.” Winding my fingers around the ropes I could reach with my new elevated position, I jerked and tried to impale myself on him.He grunted and allowed the first inch of his cock to push in. But he had me in a tight hold and I couldn’t drop down any further than he would allow.“You gonna tease me again?” he asked harshly.“Jacob, I... I...please, yes, yes. Whatever you want.” My pussy was contracting around nothing—I needed filling, now.“Because whenever you want tying up and punishing, all you’ve got to do is tease me and you’ll get it.” He pressed his mouth to mine in a heated kiss. “And, just so you know, whenever I want to put that plug in your tight little arse and fuck your pussy, I will. You’re mine; I will do to you whatever the hell I want, whenever I want.”His words were like an aphrodisiac and my arse clenched around the plug, stimulating me so much that an orgasm hovered. If only he would...He thrust in, right to the hilt.I cried out. My channel was so tight. With the plug in place his cock felt so much thicker, so much wider. The stab of pain was deliciously bad, and the sensation of being invaded and filled overwhelmed me so much that tears fell.“Shh,” he soothed against my cheek. “Shh.”But I didn’t want to be quiet or soothed. I felt wonderful, and no one would hear us. I wanted to shout and scream and let Jacob know how fantastic he made me feel. They were tears of joy. “Jacob, Jacob, please, oh God, yes, yes!” I shouted. My orgasm was so close. One more stroke.He pulled me off his cock, then, using the ropes I was harnessed to, swung me back down on to him.For an aching, eternal second I stiffened, my body waiting, suspended, knowing it was there, finally. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I panted, staring down at where we were joined. His dark pubic hair was mashed against my clit; his hips had reared upwards as he thrust as deep as possible into me.“Fuck it, yes, yes,” he hissed.He shoved me up and banged me down onto him again, the penetration bordering onviolent.“Argh!” I erupted in a rolling, hanging mass of ecstasy. My anus clenched around the plug and my pussy squeezed and milked his cock. My clit sent shockwaves of wanton bliss careering through me.“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” he cried out, his voice now every bit as loud as mine and his head thrown back. “That is fucking it!” He came deep inside me, ramming my body down onto his over and over.I split apart again, my body reeling in a million different directions in the cold, dark woods. It travelled from the tips of my fingers, frantic and bloodless, right to the ends of my filthy toes.What on earth had we become?
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July 22, 2015
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Hopeless romantic Rosalie Millan is fresh out of college and ready to start a new life in the baseball-obsessed town of Kingston, Rhode Island. Her sister has found her forever love with the Kingston Crushers' second baseman, and now Rosalie wants the same thing. But the man she has her sights set on is far from boyfriend material. He's wild, sex-crazed, and hell-bent on staying single. Still, Rosalie can't seem to give up on the bad boy.
Up-and-coming baseball pitcher Holt Clemson is on fire, both on and off the field. His career has taken him to the top, and with that success comes women, and lots of them. After spending years watching his father cheat and lie to his mother, he's become jaded when it comes to relationships. He can have any girl he chooses, but the last one he thought he'd ever want is the only one making her way into his heart.
Rosalie wants romance, love, and a man who will do anything for her, but Holt isn't a hearts-and-flowers kind of guy. Can this unlikely duo find some common ground? Will Rosalie make Holt see that happily ever afters do exist?
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“We’re not going to do it.” Rosalie wiggled out of Holt's hold and slipped off the counter, taking a few steps back to create some distance as she fixed her bra and shirt. His scent lingered on her skin.Hell! Why does he have to look so good?“What’s the game?” When he leaned against the counter, she could see his impressive excitement poking into the towel.“There’s no game.” At least she wasn’t the one playing any games.“Bullshit. I feel it every time I touch you.” He picked up his mug. “Why are you pulling back?”“Because all you ever do is touch me. Can’t you see how explosive we are? How fast things heat up?”“That’s not a problem for me. It tells me the sex is going to be amazing.”“Maybe I’m not looking for amazing sex.”“What?” He looked like he might choke on the air between them.“Amazing sex is great.” Until now sex had been mediocre for her. She hadn’t had that many partners, and the few sexual encounters she had were usually with frat guys who’d had too much to drink. “But a relationship can’t be about sex and nothing else.”“A relationship?” Confusion spread across his face faster than poison ivy covered the skin, but he looked just as uncomfortable as he would if he were suffering from the itchy condition.“A foreign concept to you, I know. I read the tabloids.” His reputation was the reason she warned herself to stay away from him. But she wasn’t even in town forty-eight hours and she couldn’t manage to keep her mind or her lips off him.“Don’t believe everything you read.” He brought the mug to that kissable mouth again, took a long sip, and then continued. “My family is an easy target for those rags. My father’s in the senate, and every time a president from the opposing party takes office, my old man publicly fights with him every chance he gets. My mother is an heir to one of the largest diamond manufacturers in the country. Their only son is the starting pitcher for the number one team in baseball. We sell papers.”“So all that stuff about you and those girls isn’t true?”“I didn’t say that. I just said don’t believe everything they print about me.” He grinned, probably because he was impressed with some of the things printed about him. “If you change your mind about me and you, I promise you won’t regret it.”“You’re something, but I’m going to pass.” She pulled the hair tie from her hair and redid her ponytail. “Unless you want to grab dinner or something and we could get to know one another. See if there can be more than sex between us.”“Like a date?” More confusion.“Another foreign concept?”“We’re wasting time with this conversation.”“I don’t think we are. It’s all very telling.”“How are we ever going to hit the sheets, princess, if you don’t get these silly fairytale ideas out of your head?”“That’s not the problem.”“It isn’t?” His towel dipped lower than before, exposing more of that complex tattoo of his. How she ached to see the whole thing.“The question should be how are we ever going to hit the sheets if you don’t start believing in fairytales?”
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Shy music teacher Sophia Ballis has sworn off men. After a bad experience with a college jock she decided it was better to be alone than to get burned again. She focused on her education and now her new job at a local private school.
Professional baseball pitcher Paxton Hughes is a player both on and off the field. He's signed to the Kingston Crushers to bring home the coveted championship title. Nothing can get in his way. Serious relationships don't mix with a life on the road and he never loses focus on the game. One-night stands are his specialty for a reason.
While out jogging one spring morning, the two collide, setting their course in motion. Pax is immediately drawn to the unassuming beauty. Sophia is aware of his reputation and decides one night of meaningless sex with the attractive Texas charmer is just what she needs to get over her self-imposed dry spell. Pax has more than a one-night stand on his mind, but will his bad-boy persona and demanding schedule ruin any chances of a happily ever after?
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Jilted once before, now it's her turn to level the playing field.
Hotshot sports reporter Sage Millan has been busy making a name for herself in the male dominated world of baseball. She's just landed her dream job, and her first assignment is covering the newly crowned World Series champions, The Kingston Crushers. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. The only problem…her ex-boyfriend, and the only man she's ever loved, is the team's second baseman. Things ended badly between them, and she's not sure she can put those demons to rest.
Professional baseball player Nicolas Cordova is having the time of his life. His team has just won the World Series, and with the victory comes more fame, women, and exposure than he ever could have imagined. But things are about to change for the sexy, charismatic athlete. He never expected his ex-girlfriend to walk back into his life, much less the locker room.
These days Sage is smarter, more mature, and doesn't plan on being played a second time. Her appearance stirs old memories for Nic. She's the one he let get away in the name of his career. He vows he can be the man she needs this time around. Will that be enough to mend her broken heart?
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Book Three in the BEST SELLING Kingston Heat series is available now for a limited release price of 99 cents!
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Hit the sheets with Ella Jade's Players!
Once a player, always a player. Maybe not this time.
Hopeless romantic Rosalie Millan is fresh out of college and ready to start a new life in the baseball-obsessed town of Kingston, Rhode Island. Her sister has found her forever love with the Kingston Crushers' second baseman, and now Rosalie wants the same thing. But the man she has her sights set on is far from boyfriend material. He's wild, sex-crazed, and hell-bent on staying single. Still, Rosalie can't seem to give up on the bad boy.
Up-and-coming baseball pitcher Holt Clemson is on fire, both on and off the field. His career has taken him to the top, and with that success comes women, and lots of them. After spending years watching his father cheat and lie to his mother, he's become jaded when it comes to relationships. He can have any girl he chooses, but the last one he thought he'd ever want is the only one making her way into his heart.
Rosalie wants romance, love, and a man who will do anything for her, but Holt isn't a hearts-and-flowers kind of guy. Can this unlikely duo find some common ground? Will Rosalie make Holt see that happily ever afters do exist?
Content Warning: contains explicit sex and adult content
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Kingston Heat Series
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Excerpt...
“We’re not going to do it.” Rosalie wiggled out of Holt's hold and slipped off the counter, taking a few steps back to create some distance as she fixed her bra and shirt. His scent lingered on her skin.Hell! Why does he have to look so good?“What’s the game?” When he leaned against the counter, she could see his impressive excitement poking into the towel.“There’s no game.” At least she wasn’t the one playing any games.“Bullshit. I feel it every time I touch you.” He picked up his mug. “Why are you pulling back?”“Because all you ever do is touch me. Can’t you see how explosive we are? How fast things heat up?”“That’s not a problem for me. It tells me the sex is going to be amazing.”“Maybe I’m not looking for amazing sex.”“What?” He looked like he might choke on the air between them.“Amazing sex is great.” Until now sex had been mediocre for her. She hadn’t had that many partners, and the few sexual encounters she had were usually with frat guys who’d had too much to drink. “But a relationship can’t be about sex and nothing else.”“A relationship?” Confusion spread across his face faster than poison ivy covered the skin, but he looked just as uncomfortable as he would if he were suffering from the itchy condition.“A foreign concept to you, I know. I read the tabloids.” His reputation was the reason she warned herself to stay away from him. But she wasn’t even in town forty-eight hours and she couldn’t manage to keep her mind or her lips off him.“Don’t believe everything you read.” He brought the mug to that kissable mouth again, took a long sip, and then continued. “My family is an easy target for those rags. My father’s in the senate, and every time a president from the opposing party takes office, my old man publicly fights with him every chance he gets. My mother is an heir to one of the largest diamond manufacturers in the country. Their only son is the starting pitcher for the number one team in baseball. We sell papers.”“So all that stuff about you and those girls isn’t true?”“I didn’t say that. I just said don’t believe everything they print about me.” He grinned, probably because he was impressed with some of the things printed about him. “If you change your mind about me and you, I promise you won’t regret it.”“You’re something, but I’m going to pass.” She pulled the hair tie from her hair and redid her ponytail. “Unless you want to grab dinner or something and we could get to know one another. See if there can be more than sex between us.”“Like a date?” More confusion.“Another foreign concept?”“We’re wasting time with this conversation.”“I don’t think we are. It’s all very telling.”“How are we ever going to hit the sheets, princess, if you don’t get these silly fairytale ideas out of your head?”“That’s not the problem.”“It isn’t?” His towel dipped lower than before, exposing more of that complex tattoo of his. How she ached to see the whole thing.“The question should be how are we ever going to hit the sheets if you don’t start believing in fairytales?”
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Shy music teacher Sophia Ballis has sworn off men. After a bad experience with a college jock she decided it was better to be alone than to get burned again. She focused on her education and now her new job at a local private school.
Professional baseball pitcher Paxton Hughes is a player both on and off the field. He's signed to the Kingston Crushers to bring home the coveted championship title. Nothing can get in his way. Serious relationships don't mix with a life on the road and he never loses focus on the game. One-night stands are his specialty for a reason.
While out jogging one spring morning, the two collide, setting their course in motion. Pax is immediately drawn to the unassuming beauty. Sophia is aware of his reputation and decides one night of meaningless sex with the attractive Texas charmer is just what she needs to get over her self-imposed dry spell. Pax has more than a one-night stand on his mind, but will his bad-boy persona and demanding schedule ruin any chances of a happily ever after?
Content Warning: contains explicit sex and adult content
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Jilted once before, now it's her turn to level the playing field.
Hotshot sports reporter Sage Millan has been busy making a name for herself in the male dominated world of baseball. She's just landed her dream job, and her first assignment is covering the newly crowned World Series champions, The Kingston Crushers. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. The only problem…her ex-boyfriend, and the only man she's ever loved, is the team's second baseman. Things ended badly between them, and she's not sure she can put those demons to rest.
Professional baseball player Nicolas Cordova is having the time of his life. His team has just won the World Series, and with the victory comes more fame, women, and exposure than he ever could have imagined. But things are about to change for the sexy, charismatic athlete. He never expected his ex-girlfriend to walk back into his life, much less the locker room.
These days Sage is smarter, more mature, and doesn't plan on being played a second time. Her appearance stirs old memories for Nic. She's the one he let get away in the name of his career. He vows he can be the man she needs this time around. Will that be enough to mend her broken heart?
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Sunday Snog - FREE - In Expert Hands
Welcome to Sunday Snog - this week I have a free read for you, In Expert Hands. Enjoy this little excerpt then grab yourself a copy.
The click of metal sliding into place rattled around Imogen’s head. Kane had arranged to have the entire club emptied, just for them? Excitement spun through her mind as nerves fluttered in her stomach.“Now,” he said, reaching for the belt of her coat. “You can be really honest about what you see here, tell me everything that goes through your mind, what interests you, what excites you.” He released the knot and pushed the material from her shoulders. “I want to know what you’d like to try and what you think your limits would be.” He hung her coat on a hook then added his light jacket next to it.He was wearing a black shirt and neat black jeans which accentuated his height, slim hips and wide shoulders.“How long? I mean when...?”“We can stay as long as we want to. Sub Space won’t be open tonight.” He surveyed her body, seeing her outfit properly for the first time.“Because of us?”“Yes, because of us. I didn’t think you’d want an audience, not yet anyway.”Her mouth was a little dry. She swallowed.“Don’t be so worried. You want this, you told me so, you’re curious.”“Yes, I am.” She tilted her chin. “And I’m not worried.” She nodded at the door to the room they’d went into the day before. “Are you going to put your velvet jacket on?”“No. I’m your Master, you don’t need to see the stars on the jacket to remember that.”“You have them on your body.”“Exactly.” He reached for her hand and led her down the narrow corridor they’d used yesterday to get to the bar area.Once more, Imogen stared at the women in the pictures bound by rope. There appeared to be real art to the knots and symmetry in the design.“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Kane said.“Yes, very.”“It’s called shibari, an art form that can take years to perfect.”“Can you do it?”“Of course.”“Oh, okay.”“Would you like me to tie you like that?” He gestured to the picture next to them.It was of a woman with black poker-straight hair. She was bound over her chest so that her breasts bulged forward, swollen and bloated. The rope went around her waist, between her legs and down to her ankles. Her arms were behind her back—Imogen guessed they were also secured—and she stared at the camera with a defiant expression.“I don’t know.” That was the honest answer. “Wouldn’t it take a long time to do and then undo?”“Yes, but what’s the rush? If she’s enjoying her Master’s attention and he’s enjoying the art of shibari then it works for both.”“And when she’s like that? Tied up. Then what?”“Well, then he can do whatever he wants to her.”Imogen looked at the photograph again. She couldn’t imagine being tied like that. Which didn’t mean she wouldn’t try it, she just couldn’t picture herself in that position.“You’d be so beautiful in rope,” Kane said, touching his lips to her cheek. “Perhaps one day...soon I’ll get to see your pale skin bound by my ropes and your breasts squeezed like that.”“Perhaps.” She shifted. Her outfit was so tight it was almost like being bound now. She liked it, though, it was sexy, and knowing the zips could be undone and her body exposed added to the thrill.“Come on,” Kane said, “this way.”He led her into the drinks area. It was quiet and still, the bar shiny and clear of glasses. The cushions on the chairs were all neat and straight and several candles, in small jars, sent flickers up the walls and over the ceiling.“Give me a twirl,” he said, holding her at arm’s length. “Let me get a proper look at this. You were secretive back in the apartment, putting that coat straight over the top.”She smiled and did as he’d asked, rolling her hips as she walked in a circle, her high heels clicking on the hard floor.“That’s definitely not one for the office,” he said. He stepped closer. “It would be better like this, though.” He reached for the zip that circled around her right breast. He undid it, slowly, the material peeling away from the rest of the outfit. Once it was detached, he dropped it on a nearby table and studied Imogen’s naked breast protruding from the gap.Her nipple was tight and erect.He reached for the other zipper and repeated his actions.Now she had both breasts exposed. He’d been right to hire the place exclusively—she wouldn’t have been comfortable like this, especially without the mask.“It’s stunning,” he said, skimming his hands down her waist and over her hips. “You’re stunning.” He pursed his lips and blew out a breath. “I’m so happy you’re here.”“I’m happy to be here.” She adored seeing desire in his eyes, it was rich and reflected her own longing.He took both her nipples and rolled them between his fingers and thumbs. “We have to make the most of our time.”“Yes,” she managed.“Every moment with you is precious.”She felt the same. What they had was special—scary exciting sexy special. He released her nipples and reached into the pocket of his trousers. “Will you wear this again?” He withdrew the collar.“If you want me to.”“Yes, very much so. It completes the look.” He paused. “Plus, it means you’ve submitted to me, your Master, and I have control. When you wear this you’re mine.”Imogen didn’t think Kane needed collars to have control over her, or anyone else, but she’d wear it because he wanted her to. Also, it did feel nice around her neck; the symbolism of it warmed her. She liked being his...a lot.She held up her hair and turned.Gently, he slipped it on then checked that it wasn’t too tight by sliding a finger between the leather and her throat. “So damn sexy,” he murmured against her ear. “Come on, let’s go through to the playroom.”She released her hair and it swished down her back. She then allowed him to lead her through the metal mesh curtain into the room they’d watched the scenes in the night before.Again the lights were dim, but each cubicle was lit, highlighting the bench, the cross, a table with stirrups, and a cage. It seemed strange without an audience, as if the equipment was sleeping somehow.She could still smell sex, even though the large room was empty. Arousal and lust seemed to linger in the air, giving it a rich, musky scent.Kane left her side and walked to the first cubicle. In it was a large black wheel with about a two meter diameter. He spun it. “Do you fancy this?” he asked. “Being attached, ankles and wrists, and spun?”“Er, I’m not sure that I do. I get seasick...” It didn’t appeal to Imogen. Where was the fun in being spun like a fairground ride?“It is very popular with some submissives.” He frowned a little.“I’m sure. But not me.” She folded her arms but changed her mind when she remembered her naked breasts.“I think you’re forgetting something.” He frowned.“What?”“What, Sir.” His frown deepened.“Sorry, Sir.” But she still didn’t fancy the wheel.“Remember to address me correctly when you’re wearing the collar,” he said, moving to the next cubicle. Imogen walked with him.“How about this?” He lifted the lid on a wire cage. “Would you like it in here? Bound and waiting for me?”“No I bloody wouldn’t!” Was he mad? How was a cage sexy?“I won’t tell you again.” He dropped the lid with a crash.“What?”“What, Sir!” His voice was loud and echoed around the cubicle.“I’m sorry, Sir. But it will always be no because how is a cage fun?”“For some it is an expression of their total obedience and trust in their Master.” He tilted his chin and studied her. “That is what you need to understand.”Imogen held his gaze. She was curious about spanking and submission and even bondage and anal sex, but going in a cage like an animal—it wasn’t for her.“Touch that collar about your neck,” he said.She did as he’d asked.“Remember what it means, remember what I told you earlier. When you’re wearing that I am Sir and you only look at me when given permission.” She held his stare for a moment, unable to hide defiance, then dropped her gaze to the floor. “Yes...Sir,” she mumbled.He walked up to her, his footsteps heavy on the floor.He came close, so close she could feel his body heat on her naked breasts. “Be careful,” he said.Imogen bit on her bottom lip. She didn’t trust herself to speak.He stepped away.She watched him move into another cubicle. This one contained what appeared to be a board that a person could be strapped onto.Kane released a lever and pushed the top of the board. The whole thing tipped, completely, so that if anyone had been on it they’d be upside down. “What the...?” she murmured, wondering how a head rush could be erotic. “This,” Kane said, “is very popular and you shouldn’t rule it out until you’ve tried it.”“Jesus, you want me to have a headache all night? That’s hardly going to be conducive to sexy times.” As she’d spoken she knew full well she’d been out of line. Not only had she not tagged Sir onto the end, she’d stared right at him.He pressed his lips together and his chest expanded. In ten big strides he was beside her.Suddenly, Imogen found herself in exactly the position she’d just scorned—inverted.He’d tipped her over his knee as he’d sat hastily on the nearest sofa.“Hey,” she gasped, the world turning upside down and her hair falling over her face and sweeping onto the floor. “What...?”“I gave you plenty of warning,” he said, clamping her legs between his and pressing between her shoulder blades.
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In Expert Hands also has a spin-off short story, In Safe Hands which features Taylor Ward. Find it in the Brit Babes Anthology Sexy Just Got Rich along with many more erotic novellas that are sure to delight you!
July 17, 2015
My Sexy Woman ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors
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She glanced at the screen on her phone.Message from Master“Message from Master?” she whispered. “What the...?”She hit open.My darling Imogen. I hope you are having a nice day. As I predicted, I miss you.It was Kane, obviously. But when had he put his personal cell number in her phone?Hello Kane. When did you get your hands on my phone?When you were sleeping last night. And you forgot Sir in your text.I’m not wearing the collar. That means you’re Kane. She hit send and stared out of an arched window at the busy Manhattan street that led into the distance.Maybe one day you’ll wear the collar permanently.She re-read the text. That was a pretty heavy thing to suggest. It seemed almost like marriage but with a twist. She put the phone in her bag and pulled out a bottle of water, took a sip.A few minutes later she got another message. She put the lid back on her water and took out the phone again.Where are you?At the library and you nearly got me thrown out. I forgot to switch to silent. If looks could kill I’d be dead.Silly girl. Would you like me to hire the place? So you can have it to yourself?I don’t think that will be necessary. Where are you?In a meeting with a sheik, an ambassador, and eight company directors.And you’re texting?They’re talking amongst themselves.She smiled. He was bad, but she loved that he was sitting in a boardroom thinking of her, texting her.Last night was amazing. She grinned as she hit send.I agree.She hesitated then, I’ve never come so hard. You took my breath away.I’m glad to hear it.My ass is still sore. I’m sitting down now. I can feel the paddle on my skin.Good.What did I look like to you, when I was on the cross?Sexy.Is that all?Sexy, vulnerable, beautiful...mine.Yours?Yes, all mine.
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In Expert Hands also has a spin-off short story, In Safe Hands which features Taylor Ward. Find it in the Brit Babes Anthology Sexy Just Got Rich along with many more erotic novellas that are sure to delight you!
Saturday Spankings - FREE - In Expert Hands
Welcome to Saturday Spankings! This week I have a FREEBIE for you and it's got loads of spanking in it. Enjoy this little excerpt from In Expert Hands then grab yourself the whole book from Amazon.
From the hallway she heard a ping. The elevator had been called down to reception. He was here.She rushed to the piano and stretched herself over it, ass in the air. The wooden surface was cool against her skin as she rested her cheek on it and stared out at the rooftops.God, what was she doing?What if it wasn’t him?What if he had company?She lifted up. Glanced over at the bedroom door. Should she dart back inside?Fuck it. This was her plan. She could do this.She tipped forward again, parted her legs. When he walked from the hall area into the main room, he’d see her buttocks facing him and waiting to be reddened. He’d see her pussy peeking out, ready to be fucked.
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In Expert Hands also has a spin-off short story, In Safe Hands which features Taylor Ward. Find it in the Brit Babes Anthology Sexy Just Got Rich along with many more erotic novellas that are sure to delight you!
July 16, 2015
FREE - In Expert Hands
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Back cover information
Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.
Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs.
And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined even in her wildest dreams.
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In Expert Hands also has a spin-off short story, In Safe Hands which features Taylor Ward. Find it in the Brit Babes Anthology Sexy Just Got Rich along with many more erotic novellas that are sure to delight you!
July 13, 2015
Paranormal Romance Blog Hop
Welcome to the Paranormal Romance Blog Hop. I mainly write contemporary erotic romance but a few years ago I was gripped by a story about a butcher girl working in London who had rare Bombay blood (yes, that's a real type!). Despite all the confusing smells around her two very sexy vampires discover her delicate and unique flavour and make her happiness and safety their sole concern for all of time. Here's an excerpt taken from near the beginning of Bite Mark. As you can imagine, it's quite a lot for Beatrice to get her head around but she's glad these vampires turn up when they do.
After dodging around the usual jam of trucks and vans I headed over Charterhouse and toward Smokehouse Yard.It was the same as yesterday, still and quiet, the sun not penetrating the tall sweep of houses and the frost still thick on the ground. The windows were all dark, but when I glanced upward I noticed wisps of smoke coming from a few chimney pots.There must be people living on this street. How odd that they weren’t heading out to work. Did they all conduct business from home? Were the kids all schooled by nannies in the comfort and warmth of their playrooms? Surely not.I paused and studied the window nearest me, wondering if I could see any signs of life or get a clue to what was going on in this long row of houses.Suddenly there was a flash of movement in the blackness. It was a man with light- colored hair coming into the room.Gripping two black arrowheads on the row of railing, I leaned closer and went on tiptoes for a better look. I should have been worried about being spotted spying, but I didn’t care. I felt compelled to carry on watching.Plus whoever it was in the room hadn’t seen me. His back was to the window.Another figure, taller, wider, also male, went up to the first and wrapped his arms around him. They melted together, as though becoming one, kissing, cuddling. It was two men. I was sure of it. The way they stood, moved, their outlines.The kiss heated. They were roaming their hands. A t-shirt was tugged off and tossed aside. The larger man stooped, kissed his way across the other one’s chest, down his sternum and abdomen before stopping at the fly of his jeans.My heart rate picked up. What I was watching was private but I couldn’t pull my attention away. I felt bound to watch. And although it was just a silhouette, a show swamped in dense shadows, it was erotic as hell.The standing man weaved his hands into the other’s hair as his pants were pushed down his legs. His cock burst free, long and thin and standing proud. I wished I could see more, the color, the shape of the glans, did he have pre-cum waiting to be licked off?It seemed he had and the other wanted it.Holding my breath, I watched the tip of the kneeling guy’s tongue poke out and dip in. He was busy with his hands too, working the shaft, feeding it upward to the attentions of his tongue. A web of spittle hung in the outline between the two figures, connecting cock and mouth for the briefest of moments, then the giver of the blowjob sank deep, absorbing the entire shaft into his silhouette.The standing man tipped his head back, his mouth opened and the angle of the weak shred of light hitting him shifted.Suddenly I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach, a real whack to the guts.Denny?The standing guy looked just like him from what I could make out now. His profile, with a slightly oversized nose, the way his hair hung a little overlong.Was it Denny? It sure as hell looked like him.“Hey, flower, what you doin’? Waitin’ for me to give you a good fuckin’?”I startled at the sound of Sean’s gritty voice and the feel of his hot breath on my neck. I’d been so engrossed in my voyeurism that I hadn’t even noticed him approaching or indeed following me.“Get lost, dickhead,” I said. I had things to do. If that really was Denny in there I had to go to him, do something. Shit, but what could I do? If it was him he looked happy as Larry, that was for sure, and I couldn’t exactly interrupt.I had to go find Aimery. Tell him what I’d just seen.I tried to shove away from the fence but couldn’t move an inch. I was trapped. Sean had gripped the railings on either side of my hands and was pressing his body hard into my back. The spikes poked against my coat and into my chest. A bolt of fear ran through me. What felt revoltingly like his erection was jabbing though our clothing on to the small of my back.“This how you want it?” he said into my ear. “From behind? In your pussy or up your arse? You choose; I don’t give a flying bollocks which.”The stench of coffee and stale beer filtered to my nose and I shuddered. “Fuck off,” I said, jabbing my elbows back into his torso.He didn’t budge from the impact. “Ah, you wanna play rough, do you? I can give you that and more.” He clamped a hand over my mouth and the other around my chest, above my breasts, then tugged me back, away from the railings.I huffed in fury and writhed within his tough grip.“You really think you can give me the finger in front of the whole market and get away with it?” He cackled, a nasty, sandpapery sound that chilled the pit of my stomach. I should never have underestimated the depths of Sean’s scumminess.I glanced at the window again. I couldn’t see the fellating couple anymore. They’d either sunk to the floor or gone to bed. Capturing their attention for help was no longer an option.Why does it have to be so freakishly quiet around here?I squirmed harder and threw my head back, hoping to knock Sean off balance so I could wriggle away. But it did no good. This was a guy who’d traded intelligence for brawn and right now that worked in his favor.“Get off,” I mumbled from behind his calloused hand. My heart was going at a dangerously fast pace, skipping and missing beats as it slammed against my sternum. “Mmmmmph.”He spun us ’round, clamping my spine to his chest, and I saw to my horror that his squat white van was parked against the curb with the back doors flung open. The inside was lined with an old rug, and a spool of silver duct tape sat in the center. My gaze landed on a linen roll, the type used to transport knives.Fuck!I wanted to vomit. I wanted to scream. Shit, how could I not have heard him approach? I didn’t like the guy but I didn’t think he was this dangerous. It seemed I’d been wrong. Very wrong, and now I was going to pay the price.He tugged me toward the van. Real primal fear knotted my belly, and adrenaline surged into my system. I fought all the harder, upped my wriggling and elbowing as though my life depended on it. I was beginning to believe that it did.“Stop it, bitch, you know this is what you want. It’s what you asked for.”His hold on me was unyielding, my feet were actually off the pavement now and he was carrying me, or rather bundling me, toward the van.Shit, I was being kidnapped, about to be raped, possibly murdered, and in the broad light of day with Denny only feet away. This couldn’t be happening. I wouldn’t let this happen.I tried to scream again but it came out as a muffled squeak, then I attempted to bite his finger but couldn’t make purchase.The suspension of the van rocked as he shoved me inside. When he released me to grab the duct tape I scrabbled onto my knees, making the most of the freedom and trying to push past him, out of the half-closed door. “Leave me the fuck alone, you bastard, I—” My words were cut short.I froze.There was someone standing behind Sean—someone tall, with wild blue eyes and hair the color of the palest sand.Ryle.Sean must have sensed another presence or at least seen me look over his left shoulder, because he stopped unpeeling the tape and started to turn.But he didn’t get the chance.Ryle head-locked him at the same time as he landed a kidney punch.“Ah, fuck,” Sean cried, slumping within Ryle’s grip. “You arsehole,” he gasped. He panted for a few seconds, flashing his gold teeth, and then straightened.I saw the glint of a knife in his hand, a short one, not a butchering knife. The sort used for gutting small fish.“Shit, he’s got a knife,” I shouted, backing away from Sean and heading deeper into the van, out of the way of the sharp blade.Ryle stared at me, unblinking. His nose twitched and he licked his lips. “I’m sorry you have to see this, Bea. But it appears I have no choice.”“See what?” I bunched my legs beneath me and wished my entire body wasn’t quaking so violently. It was out of control.Sean grunted in anger, spittle flew from his mouth and he raised the knife, ready to stab backward, into the face of his attacker.But he didn’t. The knife simply fell to the metal floor of the van, then bounced to the road with a clink. His hand splayed open, as though suddenly immobile.Ryle had attached his mouth to Sean’s neck.I blinked rapidly, hardly able to believe what I was seeing.Sean had gone utterly still and a slim trickle of blood was oozing down the column of his throat. I stared as it slid over his cobweb tattoo to the pale green hoodie he wore. Red dribbles spread like oil over the material, making a finger-shaped pattern.I started to scream, juddering my hands up to my mouth, but no sound came out. Fuck. Ryle was biting Sean, and if my human anatomy was half as accurate as my bovine then he’d gone right through his jugular vein.But Sean wasn’t protesting. In fact, he had a look of almost bliss on his face. It was freaky as hell. His mouth was slack, his eyes closed and his limbs had relaxed at his sides.“Oh Jesus Christ,” I gasped, clenching my fists and pressing them against my cold cheeks. I must be hallucinating. That was the only explanation. Because it looked like Ryle was sucking blood from Sean’s neck and drinking the life from him.Vampire.Fuck, so I hadn’t been foolish to think that yesterday. It was the only sane explanation. Except it was insane. Vampires didn’t exist. Not in the real world anyway. They were from books and movies.I wanted to run away but I was gripped by the gruesome sight. My mind muddled with outlandish thoughts.Sean had slumped now, his head lolling to the side. His skin was paper-white and his lips tinged blue. A few puffs of his breath hovered around his face.“Shit.” I managed. “He’s... You’re killing him.”Ryle didn’t answer. His eyes were shut and he was gulping, his cheeks hollowing the way Aimery’s had when he’d sucked my finger yesterday.Shit. Aimery too?Of course he was.My stomach knotted. My breath hitched. What the hell had I gotten myself involved with? This couldn’t possibly be happening. It was the stuff of nightmares.“What is going on here?”Aimery’s deep voice penetrated the sound of my pulse hammering in my ears. He stood behind Ryle, shirtless, shoeless and his hair mussed not in the careful way it had been yesterday, but flattened, as though he’d been in the shower and jumped out suddenly. His eyes were wide, his lips tight and his shoulders bunched toward his ears.“Ryle. Stop,” he said.Ryle ignored him.“Ryle, for crying out loud. Remember where you are.”Aimery’s harshly words appeared to jolt Ryle from whatever trance he’d fallen into. He lifted his mouth from Sean’s neck and stared directly at me. A fat drip of blood balanced on his chin.I gasped. The sight of blood didn’t bother me in the slightest but the image of human blood smeared around someone else’s face made my stomach lurch. But despite this I couldn’t tear my gaze away. It was like a scene from a horror movie. I didn’t want to watch it but had to know what happened next.Ryle licked his lips, rubbing his tongue over and around his teeth as though savoring the sticky sweetness of the scarlet mess. It had dripped down his neck onto the front of his white t-shirt, making him look like a trick-or-treater heading to a Halloween party. Though this was no party, the panic coursing through my veins told me that. And by the looks of it, Sean really was dead, or passed out at the very least. He hung limply over Ryle’s right arm, his face no longer visible as he’d bent double. He must have been some weight, all floppy like that, but Ryle didn’t appear to notice.“In the name of Benedict, what the hell have you just done?” Aimery said, pushing past Ryle to look at Sean. “Was it really necessary to kill him?”“Yeah,” Ryle said with a languid smile. “Bastard was just about to take out our Bombay. Got what he deserved.”Aimery glanced at me. “Her name is Beatrice.”“Yeah, that’s what I meant.” Ryle tossed Sean’s big body into the van. He landed next to me with his arms lying oddly and his head stretched back unnaturally. There were two black holes, side by side, on his neck. The tiniest trickle of crimson blood seeped out of one and ran in a skinny drip over his skin.“Ah, fuck,” I squealed, scrambling to the door. “That’s really fucking freaky, you know. Anyone would think you were vampires.”I willed my heart to steady, for it was trip-trapping alarmingly. Think rationally. Of course they weren’t vampires, and it was even more absurd to think that they were members of a worshipful company of vampires. My imagination had really got carried away this time. It was ridiculous.I was ridiculous.A tense silence hung in the air.They both stared at me.My God, they weren’t bloody denying it.I jumped to my feet and despite shaking all over, I studied Ryle, looking for fangs. There were none.Suddenly my peripheral vision started to blur, small black dots floated before me. I could hardly breathe, my chest was so tight, the air so cold. I grabbed my throat, wondering why it was constricting. Fear tore through me. I was going to die.“Hey, hey, calm down.” Aimery reached out and put his hands on my shoulders. “It’s okay. Ryle was protecting you. You are perfectly fine.”I gasped for air. A pitiful amount dribbled into my lungs.“Shh, you’re making yourself hyperventilate,” he said. “Take it easy. You are safe. I give you my word. Nothing will or can harm you, I promise.”“We promise,” Ryle added.I dragged in a sudden, sharp lungful of air. It was harsh and frosty and nipped my throat.“That’s it, nice slow, deep breaths,” Aimery soothed. “Good girl, you’re absolutely fine now. We’re here.”My cheeks felt numb and my fingertips tingled. I wasn’t sure how long I could stand up. “I’m really glad Ryle came...when he did, but...” It was hard to get the words out. My air intake was limited and I didn’t know whether to shout or scream or break down and sob. “But that, seeing him... Shit.” I pointed at Ryle, who stood with his arms hanging loosely at his sides. “He looks like the blokes on that macabre tapestry hanging on the wall outside your office. They’re vampires, aren’t they? That’s what you are.”“We are from an ancient order with customs and traditions I have yet to explain,” Aimery said, pulling me against his bare chest. “Ryle did what he needed to when he found himself without a weapon and a man about to hurt what is his.”“His?” I was Ryle’s now? My knees were weak, my spine felt like dust and my vision was foggy.I slumped and Aimery locked his arms around me and held me up. The support was welcome, as was his cinnamon, slightly soapy smell that replaced the metallic tang of blood in the air. His reassuring presence seemed to transport me from the horror, soothe my soul and make everything okay. In spite of the fact he hadn’t denied that he was a vampire, Aimery made me feel safe.Shit, that word again. Vampire. My throat tightened and my belly lurched.“Keep taking deep breaths,” Aimery murmured against my temple. “It is all okay now. You are quite safe.”“Yeah, thanks to me,” Ryle said. “Where were you, Aimery?”“I was bathing, it just took me a few seconds to pull on my trousers.” He rubbed his hand up my back and rested it protectively over my head, stroking my hair.I hugged him a little tighter. He wore only suit pants and his skin felt chilly against my cheek.“Well, your delay nearly lost us everything. It’s a good job I was keeping an ear to the ground.”“Yes, it was.” There was both gratitude and irritation in Aimery’s voice. “But what the hell are you going to do about this mess?”“Me?” Ryle sounded put out.“Yes, you. You need to decide where you’re going to dump the body and then get on with it.”The body.Sean really was dead, then.I lifted my head and looked up into Aimery’s dark eyes. “I...I didn’t like the bloke but...seeing him die, now dead...” I swallowed tightly. The terror of what Sean had nearly subjected me to made my innards clench.“Shh.” Aimery smoothed his hand down my cheek. “He had what was coming to him. Ryle wouldn’t have reacted the way he did if this had been a good man.”“He was going to bind you, take you out onto the heath, then rape you,” Ryle said, wiping his hand over his chin and smearing the blood further. “He would have murdered you once he’d messed up your body with those knives so badly you were no good to him any more.” He shrugged. “He got off lightly as far as I’m concerned.”“How do you know that?” I asked, shuddering.“Sometimes I have daydreams, like visions. I can see into people’s future if I try hard enough. That was how I knew he was tailing you. I’d been thinking of you and he popped into my mind. He was right behind you, pressing in tight and trapping you against the railings.”I glanced at the body, shivered and thought how different this moment would be if it weren’t for the bloodied, animalistic man standing before me. There was no doubt in my mind Ryle had just saved my life. He may have weird vampire tendencies, and certainly seeing into the future was also pretty odd, but the facts spoke for themselves. The set of knives lying next to Sean was, thankfully, not going anywhere near me and I was on the whole unharmed.“Thank you,” I said quietly.Ryle grinned, a ghoulish, blood-smeared smile. “You’re welcome.”“Come on,” Aimery said, tugging me away from the van and glancing left and right. “We shouldn’t push our luck. Get him the hell out of here, Ryle, and for crying out loud clean yourself up, you are always so bloody messy.”“Sure thing.” Ryle peeled off his t-shirt and started scrubbing his face with it. “I’ll catch you both later, before chambers.”
To read the full novel please purchase Bite Mark (Amazon/Amazon UK). It also has a sequel, Claw Mark which features sexy shifters from the Rocky Mountains. (Amazon/Amazon UK)
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Lily x
July 10, 2015
We’re Sexy HOT! ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS100
Welcome to the 100th My Sexy Saturday, I'm thrilled to be part of this momentous day!
To celebrate here's a few sexy moments from The Glass Knot, my MMF novel set in the beautiful Cotswolds.
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What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.
There was not a dry square inch on my whole body. My t-shirt had become see- through, my thin lace bra outlined in detail, and my nipples, much to my embarrassment, could be clearly made out.I shivered as trickles of water ran from the hem of my short skirt onto my knees and down my shins. Pulled my wet hair from where it had stuck to my cheeks, and looked at Nick again.He was staring at me, lips parted, brows low, eyes ablaze.A huge crack of thunder roared around us.Suddenly I didn’t feel so chilled anymore. There was something wild about his expression that was making me as hot as hell. My heart skipped, like a stone over a pond, tripping and fast.His keys landed on the hard floor with a noisy clatter.“Nick?”Silence.“Nick, what is it?”Silence.“Nick, you’re scaring me.”“Not half as fucking much as I’m scaring myself.” His sizzling gaze roamed my body, from my head right down to my toes. The hairs on my arms rose, goosebumps attacked me, my nipples jutted out even farther.“What…what do you mean?” I asked.“I need to try something.”Between one gasping breath and the next he was in front of me. His nostrils flared and his teeth gritted as he harnessed my wrists and pinned them to the door on either side of my head.“Nick, I…what…?”He dropped his head to mine, his lips just a hair’s-breadth away. I could see flecks of amber at the base of his irises, like whiskey glinting through crystal. “Keep still,” he snapped.I sucked in a sharp breath, breathed in his darkly spiced scent.“Don’t move,” he murmured, a twitch tugging at his cheek.His lips touched mine, just, gently at first, but within a few seconds urgency overspilled.“Nick,” I gasped, thoughts, emotions and desire spinning inside me. “What—?”“Ah, you feel and taste amazing. I knew you would. I want you, Laura. I want to hear you come again. I want to feel your pussy around my dick and your little body in my arms. I want to have what Josh has with you. I want you to be mine too.”
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