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Model, Wanted: Part Four is out now!

I’m terrible at blogging, but I’ve made a promise to myself that I’m going to try to blog at least once a week from now on, and that includes my paranormal fiction blogsite Marissa Farrar, and my Erotic Ebook Deals site. 

I’ve been so rubbish, in fact, that I haven’t even posted here about the release of the previous three parts of my serial, Model, Wanted. It seems a bit strange announcing part four is out, when I haven’t announced part two or three! However that is what I’m going to do…

So, in case you hadn’t already gathered, part four of Model, Wanted is out now! Here’s the blurb and a bit of a steamy excerpt: 

Excerpt:

She could sense his reluctance as he released his hands from her ass and stepped back, allowing space between them. He turned to face the road and quickly waved down a cab. She smiled. In New York, he was able to hail a cab within a minute. How often did that happen? Like Logan, Eric had an aura people couldn’t ignore.

They slipped into the back, Anya going first, quickly followed by Eric’s lean body. He gave the driver the address and then settled in, his arm slung around the back of the seat, behind Anya’s head.

The cab driver pulled into the traffic.

Eric edged closer and nuzzled her neck, making her squirm. His mouth pressed against the velvet lobe of her ear, and he spoke so gently she wondered if she’d misheard him. “I can’t wait until we get to my place.”

She turned to him. “Wh—” she started to say, but he silenced her with another kiss, his teeth gently finding her lower lip and grazing the sensitive flesh. He lifted his mouth from hers and pressed it back against her ear. “Open your legs.”

A spark fired through her.

“I’ll be discrete. I promise.”

He might be able to be discrete, but she wasn’t sure she’d be able to!

“You trust me, don’t you?” She nodded. “Now do as I say.”

She couldn’t resist him.

Anya parted her thighs a little, feeling the cool air hit her skin. She wore a pair of panties, but they were a flimsy scrap of material and wouldn’t hinder his progress.

Eric reached across her body and pulled the other side of her coat across her lap. He looked into her eyes, amusement and lust dancing in their chocolate depths in equal measures. The coat provided a barrier from any peeping eyes in the rear view mirror. He slid his hand beneath the jacket, his fingertips walking like a spider up the inside of her thigh. As she’d predicted, the panties were simply pulled to one side, and before she knew it, the warm probe of his fingers pressed against her pussy.

She stifled a moan and edged down in the seat, allowing her thighs to spread farther, making access for Eric easier. She was already wet from the time she’d spent with both Eric and Logan, and also from the wicked public display of affection in front of the bar. He slipped his fingers along her slit, opening her up.

He pushed one digit inside her. Her cunt clenched around the intrusion, and she found herself moving against him unconsciously, needing more. She wanted to lie back and open her legs for him fully, grab his hand and force two, three, even four fingers inside her and make him pump her hard. But she was acutely aware of the other man sitting only a matter of feet from her, and so she held herself back.

He made no attempt to kiss her again, just watched her intently, studying her every reaction as he fingered her in the back of the cab.

“Keep still, Anya,” he said, speaking against her ear once more. “He’ll notice.”

She wanted to whimper in frustration.

Eric pushed another finger inside her, increasing the stretch, creating the feeling of fullness she so desperately craved. Her hands reached for him, wanting to touch him too, but he pushed her hand away with the one he had spare. She could see the bulge in his pants, knowing he was as turned on as she was, if that was even possible, but he wouldn’t let her touch him.

Instead, she grabbed the material of his pants in one fist, bunching it up as he continued to push inside her with a slow, rhythmic pace. Her stomach tightened, the muscles in her thighs straining. Pleasure coiled and swam in her lower abdomen as he fingered her, converging to a peak in her clit. She arched her hips, wanting him to put pressure on the sensitive swollen nub. Her cream was slick on her thighs, and she imagined his hand must be soaked with her desire. She was too turned on to care.

As if he’d read her body and known exactly what she needed, he shifted the position of his hand slightly and used his thumb to put pressure on her clit. She turned her face, burying it against his shoulder as her pleasure stepped up a notch.

“Oh God,” she gasped.

He increased the pace, almost hard enough to hurt. Her building orgasm tilted her over the edge, and she plummeted down, freefall, held in the grip of the waves that powered through her. Her pussy clenched against his fingers, her hips involuntary rocking to pump his hand. To stop herself crying out, she bit into his shoulder.

“Everything okay back there?” The cab driver’s voice.

Anya managed to sit back up, Eric slipping his fingers from her cunt.

“Fine, thank you,” he said, his voice completely composed. He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked her cream from his fingers.

Anya giggled, hiding her face against his shoulder once again.

Blurb:

Still unsure about whether or not she should allow the whole of New York’s artistic community to see her photographs, Anya allows Eric to convince her to meet the infamous Logan Blanc. The meeting takes an unexpected turn as Logan makes an offer she can’t refuse. But if she decides to tell her strict parents she’s been posing for explicit photo shoots, the experience could blow apart their relationship forever.

Please note: This book has a word count of approximately 13,000, or 45 pages of a paperback. It contains explicit scenes not intended for anyone below the age of 18. 

Eric and Anya’s story will be published as a serial, with a new addition to be released every couple of months at only $0.99!

Part One of Model Wanted, is FREE on most ebook sites!

I’m Going to Eroticon 2014 – Introductions!

It’s been so long since I wrote a blog post, I’m actually embarrassed. The whole of last year passed by without me writing even a couple of lines – in fact, I didn’t even blog about Eroticon 2013, which I’m deeply ashamed about.

My excuses are that last year was mainly taken up by pregnancy and then a small baby called Summer, and needing to focus on my non-erotic work which I write in my married name, Marissa Farrar.

This year, however, I want to refocus on my erotic work, an art I still love, even though it doesn’t sell as well as my urban fantasy and paranormal romance novels. I have a couple of books out this year, a full length erotic romance novel, Survivor, plus  the continuation of my serial, Model, Wanted.  It’s because of this that I am looking forward to attending Eroticon 2014. I hope to be re-inspired and reinvigorated by my fellow erotic writing colleagues, plus help sharpen up some of my erotic writing skills.  As an introduction to everyone, the organiser has arranged for us all to answer a few simple questions so we’ll know eacho ther a little better before we even arrive. So here’s my Q&A! 

What’s your name?

M.K. Elliott or Marissa Farrar. I write erotica and contemporary romance as M.K., and urban fantasy as Marissa. Neither are technically pen names, as M.K. Elliott is just my maiden name. Confused yet? You can just call me Marissa.

What are you most looking forward to about Eroticon 2014?

Am I allowed to say a whole day without the kids? No, I’m only kidding … I’m looking forward to meeting up with friends old and new, and leaving with the buzz I always get from attending Eroticon.

What are you most nervous about Eroticon 2014?

Being completely honest, I’m most nervous about leaving my six month old baby for the first time for any length of time! I know that’s probably silly, but I will miss her!

What do you hope to get from Eroticon?

I want to be inspired to refocus on my erotic work and take my writing to a new level in 2014.

What is your bad erotica writing pen name?

Either Amulet De Quenelle or Amulet Debased!

To read more introductions, follow the link! I’ll look forward to seeing you there!

New Release! ‘Model, Wanted’ (BDSM serial)

I have a new release out! Model, Wanted, is the first part in my new serial. I plan to release a new chunk every couple of months so if you’d like a little sample of what’s to come, keep reading for a super-sexy excerpt.

‘Model, Wanted’ is available to buy from Amazon and Smashwords for only $0.99!

Blurb:


Eric Rutherford is a photographer with aspirations. At the top of his game, he creates images for five star hotels and portraits for wealthy families.
But Eric has a dream. He longs to create erotic art. He has an eye for a woman’s beauty, but he doesn’t just want to photograph a woman naked, he also wants to tie her up, and down. He wants to bind rope across her breasts, tight enough that the rope leaves an imprint on her skin. He wants to have her on her knees, with her hands handcuffed to her ankles. He wants to whip her rounded pale bottom with a leather flogger, and then photograph the red stripes.
So his search for his perfect model begins and when an advert brings the beautiful, blonde Anya into his apartment, his one fear is that she’ll say no.

Follow erotic photographer, Eric, and model, Anya’s sexy exploits as they push the boundaries of not only their art, but their relationship. How far will they go to fulfill their sexual and artistic desires?

Excerpt

Back in his apartment, Eric waited for Anya with his nerves on edge. Not only did he have a hundred things he wanted to ask her, he also had something prepared which he hoped she’d want to do.
She walked into his apartment and headed straight to his studio area, not mentioning what had happened earlier. He couldn’t let it go so easily.
“What were you doing at the university today, Anya?”
She turned to him with her innocent smile. “Perhaps I was following you.”
“Really? How did you know where I’d be?”
She shrugged. “I saw a poster in the hall. I’m a student at the college.”
“Is that right?” He didn’t know whether to believe her or not. She was such an enigma. He couldn’t tell when she was being serious.
“Am I not allowed to speak to you outside of this apartment?”
“Yes, of course you can.” She always managed to trip him up. “I just …” Want to know more about you.
He couldn’t say it, not allow her into his life as any more than a subject of his art.
“Good.” She smiled. “So, what do you have planned for me today?”
From his box of tricks, he lifted a length of hemp rope. Her eyes widened, but she nodded and began to undress.
This was his time now. He would take control of her, harness her to his own will.
He bound the rope around her body, first around the narrowest part of her waist, knotting it at her navel. Then he brought one end up, between her breasts and across, to loop over her shoulder and down her slender back, down to her waist. He repeated the motion with the other end of the rope, tying it tight so the ridges dug into her soft, delicate skin. The result was that the rope tightened around each breast individually, squeezing them toward him. Her nipples were rock-hard, crinkled peaks, and he longed to touch them, graze his palm across the hardened nubs. But he did not.
“It’s not hurting you?” he asked.
Her lips were slack, her breathing shallow, but she shook her head. “It’s fine.”
He’d finally managed to affect her, he could tell.
Eric stepped back and lifted his camera, moving around her to snap shots of her bound breasts, stomach, and shoulders. Already, he could see the red marks of the rope and the thought of removing the rope to photograph those marks made him dizzy with anticipation.
But he wasn’t finished yet. He picked up another length. “Can you handle more?” he asked.
“Yes, oh, yes.”
Gently, he reached down and nudged her naked thighs apart. Again, he started with a loop around her waist, knotted, instead, at the base of her spine. This time he headed downward, pulling the rope between her thighs so it pressed between the crack of her buttocks. He looped it back over the length of rope at her navel and pulled tight, the coarse rope pressing between the delicate lips of her cunt, right against her clitoris.
Anya gasped and then exhaled a small, shuddery breath.
“Is this okay?” he asked her again, not wanting to hurt her, but still wanting to take their art to the edge.
She nodded frantically, “Oh, yes.”
Eric continued to wrap the rope around her body, framing her buttocks, encasing her thighs.
“Lie back,” he instructed. “Spread your legs.”
She did as she was told.
Such perfect contrast, the coarse material against the delicate lips of her pussy. The contact against her clit sending the blood rushing to her most sensitive area. The inner lips almost purple with stimulation. He took a number of shots.
“Turn over.”
She rolled onto her stomach.
“Lift your ass in the air.”
Every movement would be creating more friction against her clit. He saw her arousal in the wetness on her pussy lips when she lifted her ass for him, heard it in the moan she tried to stifle against the wooden floor. The rope hid the perfect star of her anus and, for that, he experienced a momentary dip of disappointment, though it didn’t last long. He knew what his next project would be—to capture her sweet little ass. Perhaps she would even allow him to penetrate her with something? He had a slim, silver butt plug that would look stunning as it slipped into that tight little hole, the light glinting off the metal.
Oh, fuck. The idea caused more blood to rush to his cock, his balls tightening, his dick throbbing. Or perhaps his cock would look better in her ass, swelling the spot at her lower back as he held himself deep.
He had to stop now.
“Okay,” he forced himself to say. “I think we’ve done enough for today. You did beautifully.”
She turned her head to look at him. “You’re not going to leave me like this?”
How did she mean, still tied up or ultimately unsatisfied?
“No, of course not.”
He got to his knees beside her, carefully undoing the knots around her middle. With tenderness, he unraveled the rope, revealing the red marks he knew would be imprinted into her skin. The rope fell in a pile beside her and she rolled her shoulders, about to move.
“Wait, just one minute.” He held a hand out, stilling her. “I can’t miss this.”
Eric grabbed his camera again, taking shots of the imprints on her skin, her shoulders, hips and thighs.
She turned her face to him, her eyes locking with his. “Are we done?”
“Yes.”
The air between them buzzed with tension. He wanted to kiss her, but he forced himself to step back, needing to keep control of himself. His life was about control, a strict regime which kept him on track. If he allowed himself to veer to far from it, he didn’t know if he’d find his way back again. Desperate to create perfection, he’d suffered from obsessive behavior about his work when he’d been younger, something that had plunged him into a depression, feeling like he’d never be able to achieve what his heart and soul desired. He’d work every hour, trying to obtain that perfect image, neglecting sleep and food, running himself into the ground.
Would she be his downfall? he wondered. Or his savior?


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‘Model, Wanted’ is available to buy from Amazon and Smashwords for only $0.99!