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February 11, 2016
A Matter of Valentine’s Day – Free Read!
A Matter of Valentine’s Day is a free read staring Trask and Rena from A MATTER OF LUST. I hope you all enjoy this sexy little tale!
“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.
***
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.
Filed under: Free Read Tagged: A Matter of Lust, A Matter of Valentine’s Day, Erotic Romance, Free Read, Lisa Fox, Lust Demon, Paranormal Romance, Valentine's Day
February 10, 2016
Out Now – The Collared Collection, a two-novel boxed set by K D Grace and Kay Jaybee
The Collared Collection
A two-novel boxed set from the pens of multi-award winning erotica writers, K D Grace and Kay Jaybee.
Blurb
In The Pet Shop by K D Grace, in appreciation for a job well done, Stella James’s boss sends her a pet, a human pet. The mischievous Tino comes straight from The Pet Shop complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, it’s extremely addicting. Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, Vincent Evanston, who looks like Tino, but couldn’t be more different, Stella is drawn into the secret world of The Pet Shop. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.
In the Voyeur by Kay Jaybee, wealthy businessman and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of 13 fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite BDSM club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff – his personal assistant, Anya Grant, and his housekeeper, Clara Hooper.
Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy, Fantasy 13, can take place. But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does Bridge’s gentleman’s club, Anya’s previous employer and a place she was delighted to escape from, have over Mark?
In order to find out, the girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they had left behind them all over again.
Extract from The Pet Shop
Wet and cold, Stella was trembling hard enough that is was an effort not to spill the cocoa. ‘You’re Tino, aren’t you?’ She spoke between chattering teeth.
His back stiffened slightly, then relaxed again as he continued to dig through his pack. ‘I’m Vincent.’
She sat the cup down next to her and chafed her arms. ‘I know you’re Vincent, Vincent Evanston, but you’re Tino. I mean he’s you, isn’t he?’
He turned on her quickly and grabbed her shoulders so that she feared he would shake her. Instead he began to chafe her arms, his dark eyes locked on hers. ‘I told you, Tino’s not here.’
‘But I — ’
He swallowed up her words in an open-mouth kiss, taking her breath away, taking away her ability to think with the heat of it, the expressive depth of it. He bit her lip as he pulled back, still holding her gaze. ‘Tino’s not here,’ he repeated. His voice held the tiniest edge of warning.
Extract from The Voyeur
Reclining in his chair, Mark raised his arm as if he was about to start a race, and gave the first order. ‘Strip.’
With practice born of repetition, the women divested themselves of their clothing, heaping their discarded garments onto the bed behind them.
Mark took a moment to study his staff, and then pointed to the foot of the four-poster bed. Understanding the unspoken request, the women stood, face to face, one metre apart.
Anya could feel her heart rate quicken further as she regarded Clara. It didn’t matter that she had enjoyed the feel of Clara’s skin a hundred times before; all that mattered was feeling it again, and soon…
Buy exclusively from Amazon, or read as part of your Kindle Unlimited membership – http://mybook.to/collaredcollection
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Bio – K D Grace
Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.
Find K D Here:
Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/ & http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace
Bio- Kay Jaybee
Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO.
Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.
Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 Nights Press, 2013.
Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
You can follow Kay on –
Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee
Facebook –http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor
Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee
Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html
Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk
Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: BDSM, Erotica, K D Grace, Kay Jaybee, Romance, The Collared Collection 
February 9, 2016
Happy Mardi Gras!
In a parallel world, I am collecting beads right now. Happy Fat Tuesday everyone!
Filed under: Holiday, Hot Men Tagged: Beads, Fat Tuesday, I Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans, Mardi Gras
February 7, 2016
Super Bowl Sunday
Yeah, team! Win, win, win!
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February 6, 2016
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February 4, 2016
Short, Sexy, and To the Point – Writing a Novella with Lisa Fox!
Join me February 8, 2016 at SAVVY AUTHORS for my fun workshop, Short, Sexy, and To the Point – Writing a Novella with Lisa Fox!!!
Short, Sexy, and To the Point – Writing a Novella with Lisa Fox
February 8 – February 28, 2016
Savvy Authors forums
Learn the ins and outs of writing novella!
Novellas are extremely popular in all subgenres of romance. They fit perfectly into readers’ schedules, providing them with a satisfying, heartfelt story they can enjoy while dealing with this crazy, hectic life. And they are tremendously fun to write!
This workshop will delve into plotting and structure, secondary characters, and ways to keep your writing tight. Fun exercises and personalized feedback will give you the tools you’ll need to publish the novella of your dreams.
Level: Mixed/Beginning/Intermediate/Advanced
Where: The Savvy Forums
Premium Members $25/Basic Members $30
Syllabus:
Introduction/What is a Novella?
One Couple, One Conflict, One Setting
Awesome Tropes
Secondary Characters and Subplots
Sexy Times
Bring it Home for the Win!
Filed under: News Tagged: Lisa Fox, Novella, Romance, Savvy Authors, Workshop, Writing
February 3, 2016
Sinfully Yours Excerpt
Mardi Gras is just around the corner…
Mardi Gras is a time of debauchery, the “last hurrah” for all the sinners before Lent begins on Ash Wednesday. Bailey is on a mission to wallow in some serious carnal delights, and Bourbon Street is chock-full of options.
When a handsome military man appears at her side, she knows he’s the one for her. Beads are exchanged, flesh exposed, but their night of sinfully wicked lust ends with the coming of the dawn.
Bailey has the chance to keep the passion alive, as long as she has the courage to take the chance of a lifetime.
An Excerpt From: SINFULLY YOURS
Copyright © LISA FOX
A roar of cheers and applause exploded from somewhere down the street and Bailey smiled. Someone must have shown something very, very good. She toasted the night with the remnants of the cocktail she had picked up before hitting Bourbon Street. The sharp kick of cheap vodka burned pleasantly as it slid down her throat. She put the empty cup aside, balancing it on top of a garbage can already heaped with at least twenty others. The alcohol went straight to her head, and she laughed as beads rained down out of the sky. Music blasted from the Cat’s Meow speakers, a pulsating beat that commanded the crowd to dance. With no desire to resist, she moved her hips to the rhythm, letting herself get carried away.
“I think I just found my new favorite song,” a man said from somewhere beside her.
He had a deep voice, a panty-melting baritone, and she was already smiling as she turned toward him. What she found only made her smile wider. He was tall, well over six-feet, with close-cropped caramel-brown hair, and blue-gray eyes. With his ramrod-straight spine, firm body and air of tightly controlled dominance, he had to be military. She met his gaze and a prickly thrill tiptoed down her spine. This was a most fortuitous turn of events.
Filed under: Writing Tagged: Erotic Romance, Lisa Fox, Mardi Gras, Sinfully Yours
February 2, 2016
February 1, 2016
In Case You Missed It…
I did an article with SAVVY AUTHORS about what to do after you get your rights back. If you missed it on Saturday, you can still check it out right here:
Rights Reversions: What’s Next? By Lisa Fox
Filed under: Writing Tagged: Lisa Fox, Rights Reversion, Savvy Authors, Self-Publishing, Writing
