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Sometimes When I Am Alone

Sometimes when I am alone, I can’t help but think of you.

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A Matter of Valentine’s Day

A Valentine’s Day free read staring Trask and Rena from A MATTER OF LUST

“Today is Valentine’s Day,” Rena said, resting her head on Trask’s chest, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. They had just made slow, languid morning love and she was jelly in his arms, utterly boneless. She squinted at the ultra-bright sunlight streaming through their bedroom windows and shut her eyes against the glare. Sure, it seemed all shiny and inviting, but Rena knew exactly how depressingly deceptive that was. Brooklyn had been bombarded by cold and snow recently, and the world outside was ice, and nothing she wanted to deal with any sooner than she absolutely had to. She burrowed deeper into Trask’s arms, savoring his heat.

“I see,” he said, stroking his fingers through her hair, letting them roam down her back, and then up again, a leisurely trail that strummed her nerve endings and sent tiny chills dancing along her spine. Her body awoke again when he lingered over the curve of her ass and liquid desire rolled through her, settling deep between her thighs. “Is there something you’d like to do tonight?” His questing fingers traveled a little farther down, lightly bushing over her cleft. “Something special?” He nuzzled her hair and touched her mind in that weirdly magnificent demon way he had. Visions of him taking her hot and hard and fast from behind flooded her head, a dizzying array of imagines and sensations that made her gasp, her insides suddenly slick with need.

Rena smiled even as she sighed. It was amazing to have a lust demon for a lover, she wouldn’t trade Trask for anything, but as sexually satisfying as he was, the trappings of romance were often lost on him. She never doubted his love, but sometimes a girl needed flowers. Candy. A spontaneous long walk on a beach at sunset.

She looked back at the window, at the sleet and snow and ice plastered to the panes. She really did hate the winter. For a holiday that was supposed to be about warmth and passion, it certainly came at a depressing time of year. She kissed his chest and snuggled farther into his embrace. “No, not really. I mean, you know I have to work, make sure everything at the club is perfect for the party tonight. Valentine’s Day is a big event for us and I’m paying that DJ a ton of money. I need to be there.” Owning Lucid was one of the major joys of her life, but it was a ton of work sometimes.

He kissed the top of her head and resumed his long, slow stroke of her back. “We’ll do something when you get home then.”

“Yeah,” she agreed listlessly. The sex was going to be phenomenal tonight—it was always phenomenal —but she had been hoping for a little something more, a little something extra from him. She hugged him tight, allowing herself the sweet indulgence of being in his arms for five more minutes and then sat up. “I really need to get ready.” She kissed him hard, threw back the covers, and got out of bed.

 

Trask watched Rena’s lovely ass sway as she headed for the shower. He had been planning on attending an estate auction this evening while she was at work, a private showing of a collection that boasted artifacts from the five cities of the plain, including the wonderfully decadent Sodom and Gomorrah. He doubted it was true, those cities had been thoroughly smote and lost long ago, but the auction was enticing. Who knew what kind of debauched trinkets were on offer, what kinds of lost methods of torture and pleasure a trained and discerning eye could find? He still wanted to go, but now, he was rethinking that plan. Of course he knew about Valentine’s Day, the human holiday when the mortals permitted themselves an excuse to be utterly glutinous and feast on sweets and sex. He approved of the concept, but he’d never given the day much attention—it didn’t seem to hold as much significance for them as their other festivities, no special events occurred on this day, not like their New Year’s or 4th of July celebrations, but apparently it meant something extra to Rena. And if it meant something to her, then it meant something to him.

He got out of bed and their routine began, the synchronized dance they had developed over time as they lived together. Showers were taken, coffee brewed, breakfasts devoured. He walked her to Lucid, gave her a thorough kiss good-bye, and then took the subway into Manhattan. The day was bone-breaking cold, and Trask hurried to his destination, to one of his most favorite places in the city, the one place that always seemed to have everything he wanted—Barney’s New York.

The display windows were decorated with hearts and mannequins in red, but the people shopping were not filled with the bright glow of love or whatever it was this holiday was supposed to imbue them with. They seemed frustrated and annoyed, and their energy chaffed, made him frazzled and irritated. He scowled as he entered the fragrance department, not really sure what he wanted to do, but nevertheless intending to get it done quickly.

A young woman approached him as he navigated the aisles of products, flashing him a bright, white smile. “Hi,” she said, holding up a small, pink bottle. “Would you like to sample Lascivia for women? It will make your valentine swoon.”

Trask stopped walking. Swooning. That sounded like something he’d like Rena to do. He turned his full attention on the saleswoman and her eyes instantly went glassy. Even though he was committed to Rena, and Rena alone, he couldn’t seem to curb the effect he had on humans, the mindless sexual desire that he inspired within them. The saleswoman’s escalating lust sizzled on the tip of his tongue, a flavor like cotton candy. He didn’t want her taste, but he couldn’t afford to push her away just yet. She might be able to provide him some short of idea of what he should do. He touched her thoughts, shifting past the visions of things she would do with him if given the chance, smiling to himself as her fantasies rushed through his head. He always did bring out the best in mortals, granting them levels of imagination they didn’t usually possess. He was impressed with this woman, and he made note of a particularly interesting use of hot sauce to try with Rena later. He dipped further into her, searching for her thoughts on the day. Images danced in her mind, perfumes, candy, sparkly jewelry, and he knew that she had dinner reservations for later in the evening with a man whom she liked a lot, who she was hoping to receive some of these things from. Her expectations for what would occur later in the night were much more mundane than what she wanted to do with Trask, and he felt a distant stirring of pity for her that she was willing to settle for so much less.

Rena would be returning from her club too late for dinner, but he could easily obtain any of these tokens. He considered which of them he wanted for her as the images continued to spin around the woman’s head, and the weight of them, the brilliance, made him wonder if her desire for them was more than just the need to conform to what the humans told each other they must expect from this arbitrary and otherwise mundane Thursday. He delved deeper into her and he sensed the importance she attached to them, an emotion he had only just become familiar with over the recent months. An emotion he often felt within Rena. These objects weren’t just objects. Each item was somehow supposed to be representative of his level of caring and devotion.

Trask took a deep breath. This was going to be a full day. If these things meant to Rena what they seemed to mean to this woman, then he needed all of them. Immediately. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the saleswoman. “I must have all of these things,” he told her, enhancing the images in her mind to illustrate his point.

The woman blinked at him. “All of them?”

“Yes.” He waved toward the interior of the store. “Let’s begin.”

She took him through the various departments, and he purchased everything she selected, endless quantities of chocolates and jewelry and perfumes and lingerie. The process was arduous, and he was not pleased to learn that this would only be his first stop on his mission for the day. In addition to everything he bought, the saleswoman also seemed to hold flowers in high regard, as well as stuffed animals and champagne and balloons with clever sayings. Unfortunately, Barney’s did not carry any of these items. He was going to have to go elsewhere.

He arranged to have everything delivered to their home where the doorman would accept it for him. He tapped into the saleswoman again to get an idea what his itinerary should be and she dutifully supplied him with a list of stores he should visit. It was a long list. The taste on the air in the human’s energy was beginning to make sense now. He donned his coat, ready to depart, and the saleswoman flashed him another one of her bright smiles. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sir.”

“Thank you,” he said. He touched her mind one last time and selected one of her hotter thoughts, the one with the handcuffs and butter and plastic wrap, which he sensed was her favorite. He replaced the image of himself with that of her valentine and tucked it in the back corner of her mind, a tickle of an idea that would quietly sit, patiently waiting. Perhaps she would act upon it later that night. He hoped that she did.

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Rena breathed in the cold night air as she exited Lucid. She fingered the box in her pocket containing the pair of onyx cufflinks she’d bought for him. They were perfect for Trask, dark and classy, yet with an edge. She figured he’d probably gotten her some kind of sex toy. She giggled to herself at the thought, her breath coming out in small white plumes.

A light snow began to fall as she journeyed down the avenue, past brightly lit shop windows filled with hearts and flowers and candy. She really couldn’t complain. Trask was a good man. Well, demon. Anyway, he loved her immensely and she never had to ever question his devotion to her. She didn’t have to depend on this holiday, this one random day, to feel his love. It was in his eyes every time he looked at her. She told herself these things as she walked and though she knew they were true, some part of her heart still wished he appreciated the significance of a box of chocolates or a card with a goofy poem.

She arrived home and when she opened the front door, she was assaulted with the scent of roses. She entered the apartment and froze. There were flowers everywhere. More than just flowers, the entire room was inundated with presents. Sparkly earrings, dazzling bracelets and necklaces and other glittery adornments peeked out between enormous stuffed animals, brown bears and pandas and dogs with hearts and hats. Balloons of all sizes and shapes and colors with words and pictures covered the ceiling and there were boxes of candy, chocolates, truffles, and fruit, pounds and pounds of every confection she had ever seen, interspersed with fat candles in red and silver and white. There was more, so much more, far too much to take in. No surface was spared, no corner left bare. Their apartment looked like it had been taken over by a squad of Oompa Loompas high on Valentine’s Day flavored crack.

“Trask?” she asked tentatively, a little intimated by the opulent display.

“Rena,” he answered, materializing out of the shadows beside her. Trask and the shadows were one, and his sudden appearances no longer startled her as they once had. She had come to accept that it was one of those demon things he did, much like touching her thoughts or always making her wickedest ideas seem very, very appealing. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his cheek against hers. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

“What did you do?” she asked, beginning to laugh. Just when she thought she had him all figured out, he went and did something like this.

He grinned, his handsome face beaming. “I bought every symbol I could find, every representation of my love the city had to offer.”

Rena smiled with him. “I can see that.”

He captured her chin, turning her face toward him. His eyes narrowed as he studied her. “Have I done something wrong?”

Her eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head. “No, why?”

“You seem more amused than romantically inclined. The women I touched today led me to believe that these gifts would please you.”

That sentence coming from any other man she had ever dated would probably have made her head explode. But she knew exactly what he meant and that his only motivation was to make her happy. She reached up and caressed strong line of his jaw. He was so sweet, though so thoroughly misguided at times. “You did please me. Thank you.”

He rested forehead against hers and she closed her eyes, letting his energy wash over, through her, letting him feel exactly how deeply he had moved her. It was always euphoric when he touched her mentally like that, when their essences combined. Her body heated in response, and she drew him into her arms, shamelessly rubbing herself against his lean, hard body.

“Hmm,” he said, and she opened her eyes to find him smiling. “Now that is the reaction I’d hoped for.”

Rena laughed merrily. “Oh, I see. So that’s really why you did all this after all.”

“No,” he said, tracing the outline of her lips with his thumb. “Well, maybe a little.” He grinned at her. “What’s important is that I have earned a reward.” He kissed her mouth. “Correct?”

“Yes, you’ve definitely earned a reward,” she agreed. She was completely unable to resist him and she loved it.

He gave her a slow, long, kiss, a kiss that explored every inch of her mouth and still left her wanting more. She hadn’t realized he’d backed her up against the wall until she felt him push her up against it, his already hard cock pressing into her hip. He deepened the kiss when she hooked her leg around his waist and she moaned into his mouth when he cupped her pussy and squeezed. She was wet for him instantly and she rocked against him as he held her tightly.

They broke away from each other long enough for him to strip her of her coat, her scarf, her sweater and undershirt. “Here or in bed?” he asked as he tugged at her belt buckle.

“Bed,” she whispered, her voice breathless from her own aching need. Her jeans fell to the floor, and she wrapped her arms around his neck when he lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom.

He gently deposited her on the bed and stripped off his clothes. She watched as each layer unveiled more smooth skin and hard muscle. He had a magnificent body, toned and lean and oh so delectable. He crawled beside her, unfastening her bra with one hand while his other hand toyed with the hem of her lace panties.

He bit her lower lip when she found him and began to slowly stroke the long, hard length of him. His hands were on her breasts, her ribs, her thighs, a restless exploration that stoked the flames in her core. She gasped when he slid a finger inside her and her insides fluttered when he added a second. Her fingers dug into his wrist has she took her pleasure from his fingers, encouraging him to stroke her harder, deeper. She was on the verge of coming when he took his hand away and she whimpered for him to fill the empty space he left within her.

“Rena,” he said, looking down at her. He gripped her thighs and slowly nudged them apart.

She opened for him, welcoming him, and he settled between her legs, sliding into her with one long thrust. She moaned as he filled her, turned inside out with the pleasure and she bucked against him, needing him deeper.

He touched her mind, lacing his energy into hers, while simultaneously stimulating every one of her pleasure centers. Her pussy throbbed, and she writhed beneath him as he plunged into her. She swore he somehow got harder, fuller, fatter, filling her beyond capacity. The pleasure was immense, so huge and sharp and tremendous it was painful. He pushed deeper into her and her inner muscles clenched around him, pulling in, urging him farther inside. He growled into her hair, withdrew, and plunged back in. She moaned as their hips met, his cock buried deep within her. He reached between them and found her clit, massaging it hard. She cried out as her legs trembled from the total sensation overload. She opened her body to him, her soul, and he touched her most inner core, gently at first and then with increasing intensity as he began to feed on her lust and her love, until she came with an orgasm so explosive, she shook from the force of it. He bit down on her shoulder as he followed after her, pumping into her with fierce abandon until he released every bit of himself inside her.

She fell back on the bed when he rolled off her, panting from the exertion. Her body hummed with pleasure, still buzzing from the force of her climax. It was a little ridiculous how hard he could make her come sometimes. Her vision slowly cleared, and she laughed as she looked around, finding their bedroom also adorned in gifts, decorated with even more candles and flowers and all kinds of lingerie. She shook her head and smiled over at him. “You blow my mind.” She reached out and he took her into his arms. “But only one present next year, okay?”

“Which one?” he asked, running his fingers through her hair. “Do you have a favorite?”

“No, it doesn’t matter,” she said, resting her head on his chest. “Whichever one you like the most.”

The vibrations of his laughter tickled her cheek. “In that case, there’s some mint lube I think would be an excellent annual token of my affections.”

“Of course there is,” she said, snuggling into his embrace. She closed her eyes, smiling as she drifted off into contented sleep.

 

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Valentine’s Day Gift from Lisa and Emily!

Valentine’s Day Free Read and Giveaway!

Emily Cale and I are giving away a $20 Amazon gift card today on Literary Lagniappe. Head over there to check out our post and enter to win!

I am featuring a brand new sexy short for you to read starring Rena and Trask from A MATTER OF LUST!

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Valentine’s Day Gift from Lisa and Emily!

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Master of the Inn by Ella Jade

Ella Jade is here today to share her new release Master of the Inn. She will be offering one digital copy to a randomly drawn commenter throughout the tour.

Master of The Inn by Ella Jade

The Pleasure Inn series launches with Master of the Inn. This is book one in a multi-book series that centers on Pleasure Inn and the couples who spend a weekend indulging in their fantasies. The first book introduces us to Logan and Elyse and we learn how the inn came to be. Each book to follow will feature a new couple but the reader will be able to keep up with Logan and Elyse’s relationship as they progress. The books can be read out of order but Master of the Inn sets the stage.

Blurb

Pleasure Inn… Where all of your fantasies become reality.

Executive chef Elyse Clapton has had it with city life. She’s spent the last few years building her cheating boyfriend’s trendy New York City restaurant into a success. When their relationship ends, so does her desire to be in his kitchen. She flees to a quaint inn she remembers visiting as a child. She gets more than she bargains for when she meets the sexy, reclusive inn keeper.

Handyman Logan Cole inherited Pleasure Inn against his wishes. Ever since he got caught up in a scandal involving another man’s wife, he keeps to himself – finding solace in a bottle. He didn’t realize how lonely he’d become until Elyse shows up on his porch. He’s instantly drawn to her and convinces her to stay at the Bed and Breakfast.

Elyse comes to town looking for a getaway. She never expects to fall for Logan. It doesn’t take her long to believe the inn’s motto. Logan’s dominance in the bedroom makes all of her fantasies a reality.

Book One in the Pleasure Inn Series

Available now

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AWJ88XA

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/master-of-the-inn-ella-jade/1114063201?ean=2940016166667

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html

Excerpt

A light came on in an upstairs window indicating someone was there. Elyse walked up the front steps and tried the handle, but it was locked. Just as she reached for the bell, the door flew open and a large, muscular figure appeared. The old screen door and the absence of lighting in the foyer concealed his face.

“Hi,” Elyse said. “I was driving by and wondered if you had any vacancies.”

“Here?”

“This is an inn, isn’t it?”

“It hasn’t been for over four years.” He turned on the porch light. “I thought everyone in this town knew that.”

His disheveled appearance made her think he wasn’t planning on entertaining visitors. His dark, thick hair looked as if he’d run his fingers through it causing it to stand on end. He hadn’t bothered to button his faded blue jeans or put on a shirt before coming downstairs. Elyse couldn’t help but notice how his well-defined abs disappeared into his waistband.

“I’m sorry.” She moved away from the entrance. “I’m intruding.”

“No.” He stepped out onto the porch in his bare feet. “I just didn’t expect anyone out here at this time of the night.”

“I drove from the city. I thought I might stay the night. I used to come here as a kid.” She looked past his shoulder into the foyer. She saw a fresh stack of wood in the corner and several cans of paint. “Are you renovating?”

“Trying to.” He nodded. “It’s a work in progress.”

She caught a wave of alcohol on his breath.

“Are you just passing through?”

“I’m not sure. I just needed to get away and I remembered how perfect this place always was.”

“Yeah,” he looked over his shoulder. “Not so much anymore.”

“What happened?”

“My uncle owned the place, but he couldn’t keep up with the maintenance. He and my aunt retired and left it to me. It’s just been sitting vacant since then. It needed a ton of work. I didn’t realize how much until I actually started ripping things out.”

“How long have you been renovating?”

“A little over six months.”

“Well, thanks for your time. Maybe I’ll visit when you’re finished,” She smiled encouragement, but disappointment filled Elyse’s heart at the thought of not staying there. “Good luck with the renovations.”

When she turned to leave, he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “Wait.”

When she turned, his ice blue eyes held her gaze. The intensity there made her stomach flutter. It should have been a warning sign to run fast and far, but her body responded in other ways. The sensation he created from just one touch coursed through her system, landing straight between her legs.

Oh my…

“For the past few months I’ve been renovating the third floor. If I’m going to live here and run this place, I wanted my rooms to be done first before I started on the rest of the inn. There are two bedrooms up there; both have private bathrooms. You could stay if you want.”

“That’s very nice of you, but—”

“Your room has a lock.”

As if that would keep you out. You have the keys.

“I’m not ready to have guests yet, so I wouldn’t charge you.”

“I couldn’t, but thank you.”

“You drove all this way to Pleasure Inn. There isn’t another place for miles. Spend the night and then you can leave in the morning.”

She wasn’t familiar with the surrounding area and the drive had made her tired. What if she couldn’t find another place to spend the night?

“I don’t blame you for being cautious.” He shrugged. “You do what your gut tells you: but you’re more than welcome to stay here.”

She stared into his deep eyes for a few moments. She’d left the city to get away and forget about the disaster of a relationship with Phillip. She’d done nothing but work for years. She hadn’t been to a restaurant or on a vacation in months. She was too busy cooking for others. Would one night in a beautiful Victorian inn be so bad? How could it be, especially when the inn keeper looked like a goddamned Calvin Klein model?

“I’ll stay on one condition.”

“Sure.”

“You have to tell me your name.”

“Oh.” He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled for the first time since greeting her. “Forgive my manners. I’m Logan Cole.” He extended his hand to her.

“Nice to meet you, Logan,” She said properly as she shook his hand. “I’m Elyse Clapton.”

“Welcome to Pleasure Inn, Ms. Clapton.” He dipped his head as he held the door open for her. “Where all of your fantasies become reality.”

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Look for the next book in the series, Indulging the Professor due out March 2013.

About Ella

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can’t be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she’s not chasing after her kids, she’s busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you’ll get lost in her words.

She loves connecting with readers. You can find her here…

http://ellajadeauthor.blogspot.com/

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ella-Jade-Author/186959391390708?ref=hl

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Happy Mardi Gras!

Make sure to drink lots and show your boobs as often as possible today!

Filed under: Holiday Tagged: Carnival, Debauchery, Holiday, Mardi Gras, Masks, Sexy Men

Hot Men Valentine’s Day Edition

Starting the week off right with some red-hot holiday spirit!

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Filed under: Hot Men Tagged: Candy, Hearts, Nearly Naked, Sexy Men, Valentine's Day

Sex God Sunday

Last week I asked for some advice on what I should do with my blog on Sundays now that Six Sentence Sunday is over and I got some great answers. The very wonderful Liia Ann White suggested I start up Sex God Sunday and I liked it a lot, so I promptly stole the idea. Cause it’s awesome.

Then, the very brilliant Taryn Kincaid gave me a tagline to focus on: Naked words. Naked men. I am very good at finding delicious examples of mostly naked men (if I do say so myself) and I try to write about people (especially men) being naked so this also seemed to work really well for me.

So, I’ve decided to steal from the original concept of Six Sentence Sunday and continue to post small snippets of my writing, but focus on my heroes with some visual trimmings and call the whole shebang Sex God Sunday.

I have to admit that it feels a bit pretentious to call my own heroes Sex Gods, but I’m sure I’ll get over that in time.

Anyway, here is a little snippet from Knightly Desire which should actually have a release date soon.

His eyes latched onto her mouth and his pulse raced, but he didn’t dare move. A heartbeat passed, then two, and then she came to him, a slow, gradual advance that brought her lips to his, a feather-light brush that ignited his insides and sent a roar of need tearing through him. He cupped her face in his hand and pressed his lips to hers, a chaste kiss that was anything but chaste.

Filed under: Sex God Sunday Tagged: Erotic Romance, Fantasy Romance, Knightly Desire, Sex God Sunday, Sexy Men, Six Sentence Sunday

Saturday Video – Kristen Stewart Explains Valentine’s Day

This is super informative. Thank God for Kristen Stewart’s explanation. I would have never known.

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That Night

That night you said, “Let’s play a little game.”

And I said yes.

Filed under: A Love Story Tagged: A Love Story, Belt, Fun Games, Lisa Fox, Sexy, Sexy Men

Voyeur Fantasies

A little bit of inspiration on this cold, winter day to warm you up on the inside.

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