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Another Naughty Excerpt

Here's a naughty little teaser from my latest paranormal erotic romance, Princess Mine....


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Daeven slid in behind her, enveloping her into the cradle between his thick, muscular thighs. His arms swept about her and his heat radiated against her skin.

"My love, we should move on," she said, wishing it were not true. Until they were safely on a ship heading across the seas to the Seven Kingdoms of Man, they were in real danger.

"I think not."

"Not?"

His hand grabbed around her, grasped her shoulder and spun her into him. "Three nights I have sacrificed and did not lie with you. But I will not endure another without your touch. Without your taste on my lips."

"Daeven, we—"

"Shush, Briar." His lips closed over hers before she could offer additional protest.

They had not a moment to spare and yet her body succumbed to the passion of his kiss without even the slightest resistance. The craving she'd denied since her return to Ithlamir flood through her with liquid heat. Desire became desperate need and she pressed herself into him.

His strong hands cupped her face, keeping hers tight to his as their lips melded, tongues entwined and her eyes fluttered shut. Giving herself over to his want, she relaxed in his embrace, grafting her slender frame to his bulk of muscle.

The woven louvren twists that held her cloak fastened about her shoulders yielded to his tugs and fell to the forest floor behind her. His hands returned, and this time with no trouble, unclasped the golden latches that secured the inlaid metal weaves of her armor. It dropped with a clank at her feet and his hands scooped up her breasts, engulfing them with his lust.

She mewed into his mouth, arching her back, crushing them against his caressing grasp. Fire burst throughout her chest and trickled down her torso to settle between her legs.

Daeven captured her mouth, her essence, all she was and kissed her possessively. Her heart beat wildly beneath her breast and she melted to him. Too long had it been since she'd felt his loving touch and her longing revealed itself in a deep purring.

Fingers tugged at her nipples and she moaned her delight, the fire raging between her legs grew unchecked. She couldn't deny him if she tried. His kisses seared a path down her throat to her aching peaks and seized one between his teeth.

Warm, moist pleasure flooded over her stiffened point as his tongue flickered across it. She combed her fingers into his hair, grasping tight and crushing her breast into his eager mouth, quenching her desires and his hunger at once.

Daeven walked into her, moving her back until she felt the cool bark of a looming maple at her back. Sinking to his knees, he guided her leg to dangle over his shoulder. His kisses smoldered a path down to her navel. His tongue darted out and swept through the indentation, tickling her with sensual sparks.

He lifted her other leg and slid it over his other shoulder, accepting her slight weight with ease. His mouth closed over her wet and needy pussy, tasting her desire. A pulsating wave of erotic pleasure burst out from her core, and trembled up her body and she shivered.

Her hips took charge and drove her slickness against his probing tongue, grinding up and down against his kisses and licks. Bracing one hand against the tree she lay pinned against, and the other gripping a fistful of his hair, she gave herself to his hunger.

The night wind swept through the trees with a faint whistle, and all but drowned out the slurping ministrations of his ravenous appetite. Her ragged gasps for breath came with increasing intensity and frequency as the heat built to a fever pitch. Fiery pleasure threatened to explode throughout her entire being as he fucked her with his mouth.

Every sweep of his soft, wet tongue, the determined suction of his lips and the firm grazing of his teeth shoved her with sensuous violence headlong into an explosive orgasm.

Grabbing his hair tightly in her fists, she clung to him as her body shuddered with turbulent spasms and tiny implosions ripped outward from her core to her limbs as she came.

"Sorry to interrupt, Princess," came a familiar voice, laced with venomous sarcasm...

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©2011 Brindle Chase. Cover by Valerie Tibbs

Excerpt from Brindle Chase's Depth Charge: Maria, Maria

A glimpse at my latest novella, Depth Charge: Maria, Maria from Loose Id, LLC

By Brindle Chase

Content Advisory: the below may contain graphic material of a sexual nature, adult situations, sexual reference, explicit sexual description, and depiction of alternative lifestyles.

cover art by Valerie Tibbs

"Would you quit cutting me off?" he barked at her. She closed her mouth. Those delicious plump lips curled into a half snarl, but he'd gotten her to shut up for five seconds, so he claimed it as a small victory. "It wouldn't be appropriate for us to do this."

"So you do want me?" Her lip quivered as she taunted him, those mesmerizing, golden brown eyes glaring at him with such passion and rage. All five foot five of her stood in elegant, defiant nudity before him. It was surreal.

"Maybe I do."

"But you won't have me?"

"No."

"Because you're afraid of me." Her words were not presented as a question. It was a statement, a challenge.

"What the fuck?"

"You bang those pretty little tarts at port, knowing you can run away back to the ship when you've had your fill --"

"Hey, don't even bring them into this. They aren't anything like you. This is completely different."

"But I scare you to death because I'm a real woman, and you can't handle it. And there would be nowhere to run and hide."

"Handle it? Hide?" His blood was boiling now, and he shot her a glare, complete with flaring nostrils. "You think I can't handle you?"

Her arms drifted down, hands inward, motioning to her heavenly body, and she nodded in further emphasis. "You can't handle a real woman. You're afraid you couldn't please me like those little girls who trip over each other just to suck your cock."

"I'm afraid of no one," he bellowed furiously.

"Bullshit."

"I'd fuck you into next week, princess!"

"Hah!" Her chin lifted at the retort, her hands closing into fists on her hips. Defiantly mocking him.

That's it.

Steve lunged forward and grabbed her, slamming her body to his and seized her lips viciously. Like a battering ram, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, finding hers and hammered it. He'd show her what a real man would do to a woman like her.

The tight rubber suit had become intolerable. It had somehow shrunk three sizes and was now unbearably hot. His cock strained against the inseam, desperate to teach her a lesson in humility. She wasn't backing off, but he would've never expected her to. She liked to fight.

Grabbing her perfectly rounded butt, he kneaded the muscular cheeks as she tugged at the zipper of his suit. As cool air entered, his relief was immediate, and he dropped her. Together they tore his suit away and piled it at their feet until they were both naked.

Pulling her into his arms once more, he captured her mouth and kissed her with furious want, uncaring how it might feel for her. She'd built this need in him, and he was going to relieve it however he damn well pleased. He slashed at her tongue with his and grabbed her hand. He shoved it to his cock, and she obediently took it into her grasp.

Her fingers were long and slender like the rest of her and felt so incredible wrapped around his erection. He bucked his hips, driving himself through her fist, fucking it, and she responded with a counterstroke.

Fiery pleasure shot through him, filling him with blissful warmth. Her kisses matched his, frantic, desperate, demanding as he slid himself up and down through her grasp. She met each and every thrust with her crushing grip.

He growled into her mouth. Too good. She was going to make him come. She was trying to prove her point. Not in a million years. This was one competition he refused to lose. If she wanted to be treated like those saucy little barflies he banged to take the edge off the long weeks at sea, so be it.

His snaked his fingers into her long, luscious black hair and curled it around his fist, then spun her about face. He shoved her toward the only cot in the small station and steered her until she was kneeling on its edge, ass aimed right at him. The sight of her smoky-colored, glistening folds was breathtaking.

Her brilliant brown eyes glared defiantly back at him, but she slid her knees out wide. Tossing the handful of hair aside, he grabbed her firm buttocks roughly, using them as handles. Growling, he lurched forward, impaling her slippery, tight pussy. Sparks of quivering pleasure arced along his cock as he stuffed ever inch of himself into her silky, snug depth.

So fucking good.

She cried out in Spanish, and he didn't understand a word of it, but he knew it for the exclamation of ecstasy it was. There was a lot more gratification to come, and taking her all the way was going to be absolutely glorious.

Handle you? Damn straight, babe. But can you handle this?

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© 2011 Brindle Chase. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

She-wolf pack takes a bite out of Brindle

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Depth Charge Away!

Yeah... its release day again!! Depth Charge: Maria, Maria, book one of my Depth Charge series, from Loose Id, is now available... go forth and indulge!!!

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Summer Sizzlers: The Goddess Next Door, part one

The Goddess Next Door, part one
By Brindle Chase
A Red Lipstick Journals, Summer Sizzler.


Content Advisory: the below may contain graphic material of a sexual nature, adult situations, sexual reference, explicit sexual description, and depiction of alternative lifestyles.

The Goddess Next Door

By Brindle Chase

Gerald wiped the cool water from his body and waded to the pool's edge. God, that felt good. The humidity was suffocating and the summer heat relentless. Another scorcher. The new in-ground pool was the best investment he'd ever made.

He ran his fingers through the dark wet tangles atop his head and stepped out of the water. Within seconds, the moist warm air had him sweating again. He poured a tall glass of lemonade and sucked down half. It hit the spot. He sat on the edge of the pool and let his feet dangle in its cooling waters. Much better, indeed.

"Howdy, neighbor."

Annabelle's crystalline voice floated down to his ears. Hearing it brought a smile to his face. He looked up and flashed a smile at her peeking over the fence they shared. Damn, she was gorgeous.

Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds in the brilliant sun, her smile wide, playful and bright. She had her long blonde hair rolled up in a bun and the perspiration dotted along her hairline only made her all the more sexy.

"Hey, Anna."

"How's the new pool?"

Gerald chuckled. She'd always been nice to him, but she was out of his league, and he knew it. He was positive she knew it too. Every conversation they'd had, he had initiated, and she had politely responded. This was a first. But then, he was the only one in the neighborhood with a pool, and last he checked, the thermometer said ninety-eight.

"It's awesome."

"I bet. It's a scorcher today."

She was artfully trying to obtain an invitation. If she only knew how badly he wanted to see her in a bathing suit, dripping wet. But she was too polite to invite herself.

Gerald took a deep breath and summoned all the courage he could muster. It was to use his pool, but asking her over seemed an impossible request. A chance of a lifetime. If nothing more than to see her half naked and feed his fantasies more, he swallowed and made his play.

"I've got lemonade too if you wanna come over and cool off."

"Really?" Her eyes lit up and her intoxicating smile widened. Just the sight of it sent a surge of arousal through him.

"Sure. Come on over."

"Thank you, Gerry. Be right there."

He waited until her shadow through the wooden slats of the fence disappeared before he sprang up and checked his hair in the window's reflection. He tousled it quickly, then ran into his house to fetch a second glass.

Returning to his backyard, he heard the slap of her flip-flops approaching, and he dashed to the gate and opened it. The door swung inward and the vision it brought staggered him.

Annabelle's long hair was loose and floating down and her white bikini was tiny. It sculpted her slender curves in ways he'd imagined and jacked off envisioning all too often. The little swimsuit's stark white was a beautiful contrast to her tan skin. She was so fricking hot. A goddess. She smiled up at him and he fought for breath.

"Lemon—lemonade?"

"Sure, that'd be great."

He stepped inward, allowing her to pass, and latched the gate behind them. Scrambling, he ran past her, and poured her a glass with shaking hands. He bit his lip, trying to regain his composure. Turning to her, her smile kicked the wind from his chest once more, and she took the glass and drank from it.

He watched as the world slowed. Her head tilted back, hand raised, and poured the contents into her supple, luscious mouth. His cock lurched in response and he fumbled with his own glass, turning from her in embarrassment. Thankful for the thickness of his long khaki shorts, he faked a cough, and turned back.

"Mmmmm. Just the thing. Thanks, Gerry."

"You―you're welcome." He managed to sputter a reply and forced his gaze to remain on her and not drop to the teeny top barely containing her pert little swells. His nerves went haywire every time she was near.

She took another drink. Her small pink tongue flicked out and licked the sweat misted across her upper lip and he flinched. His cock swelled more and he quickly took a seat, allowing the billowed folds of his shorts to disguise his throbbing erection.

Annabelle flipped her head back over her shoulder and grinned. It was dazzling to behold and he could only grin right back.

"May I?"

She was asking to get in his pool, he realized as he stared at her, struggling with the urge to survey her rocking body. The last thing he wanted to do now was creep her out.

"Oh. Yeah, of course."

She turned and he immediately stuffed his fist into my mouth and bit down on his knuckles. The bottom to her bikini was not quite a thong, but definitely not Granny approved. The white material bunched between her sculpted ass cheeks, and summoned the delusion it was his cock wedged there. He choked off a groan and watched in a trance as she dove in.

With Annabelle under water, he used the moment to shift his aching dick to the left and down the legs of his shorts. In a rush of cascading white water, she surfaced, flinging her long wet hair back. It was like a scene from a movie.

She wiped the long shimmering strands slick against her skull and flashed him a grin over her shoulder. The white of her swimsuit was wet and now semi-sheer. Her dark areolas demanded his attention. Unable to resist, he surrendered his gaze to drink in the heavenly vision.

"God. That feels so good."

"Yeah…" But my cock's going to explode any second now.

Annabelle gave him another bright smile and waded to the steps at the far end. Gerald had no more resistance. It was completely unfair. She was so fucking gorgeous and practically naked. How could he not stare?

She emerged from the pool, her golden skin glistening with rivulets of water, and walked slowly around the pool. Still staring like a damn fool, he fumbled with his glass, barely managing not to spill it, and took a long drink. The iced lemonade did nothing to quench the fires burning through him.

Her brilliant green gaze remained fixed on him, her pink full lips still grinning playfully. With a sensual grace, her long tanned legs brought her to him. Stopping right in front of him, she picked up her glass and took a slow drink.

Her wet suit hugged every nuance of her incredible body. Dark nipples, hard as rocks, poked out at him. A veiled thin thatch of brown hair aimed straight down the small vee of her bottoms to the crevice of delight between her legs. Swallowing hard, he tore his gaze from her body and managed a bashful smile.

"Thanks for letting me cool off in your pool," she said, her soft voice turned husky and sensual. Was she teasing him? Could she tell he had a gigantic hard-on twitching between his legs for her? She set her glass down and then took his from his hand. Gerald stared at her and she set his aside.

Continued in part two on Sunday, 7/24/11... exclusively at Red Lipstick Journals. See you there!


©2011 Brindle Chase. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.