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The Games Between Derek Davenport and Arianne on Daryl Devore's A LIttle Sex on Saturday

WARNING - SEXUAL CONTENT
This is my own little private weekly meme showcasing some of the erotic sex scenes from my published works.This week a quickie from my erotic contemporary romance ...

Scene Set -The games between billionaire Derek Davenport and Arianne.



“Turn around,” he instructed. “Bend over and place your hands out. You’ll find the coffee table. Spread your legs.” His hand caressed her right buttock and slid into the moist heat between her legs. “Mmm, nice. You know, I think you should decide your punishment. How many strokes?” His hand continued gliding down her backside, sliding through the crevice, lingering in the moistness then up the other cheek. “You’re allowed two suggestions—more please or enough. Understand?”“Yes, Master.” She arched her ass placing it in perfect strike range of his hand. “More please, Master.” With a resounding crack his hand struck her buttocks. After the initial jolt of pain, a tingle shot through her body. “More.”* * * *By the tenth stroke Derek was could feel a light sweat forming on his brow, caused not only from the exertion, but also from the pink tinge that was beginning to glow on Arianne’s ass. He alternated from striking one cheek then the other or hitting both at the same time. The muscles in his shoulder were starting to ache, but only one phrase kept escaping Arianne’s lips, “More, please.”As the decisive stroke shook her buttocks, Arianne collapsed to her knees and gasped, “Enough, Master.” Derek’s arm hung by his side. He rolled his head and shoulder trying to relieve some of the cramp burning there.“Stand up and relax,” he said. Panting and trembling, Arianne forced her legs to obey. “Better?” She nodded. “Good. Back down.” * * * *She froze. Did he want more? “Don’t make me repeat myself.” She placed her hands on the coffee table and braced herself. The next sensation was not a painful strike, but a soft kiss on her burning flesh. “It is so pink. And hot.” He scattered tiny kisses all around as his hands pressed her thighs open. She felt his tongue begin to explore her sex. “You like being punished,” he said. “You are so wet.”Arianne could do little more than groan out her answer. Her body had become one large conductor. Every one of his touches, by hand, lips or tongue, directed a current of electric passion straight into her groin. Shivers raced through her body. Her heart pounded. His tongue flicked at that one place between her legs. Her knees buckled. It was a struggle to remain standing. With each touch of his tongue her hips arched back and forth. If he would only enter her, but she dared not to ask. Then he stopped. Arianne ears strained to hear the familiar sound of his zipper, instead she heard, “Stand up.” After a moment a realization dawned on her. He wasn’t going to satisfy her. It had only been a tease.


Blurb Desperately unemployed, Arianne, answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With miniscule hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to Derek, a handsomely dashing man, whom she finds out is a billionaire. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first? 
What People are Saying about A Kept Woman5 Stars - Her style of writing is multi-layered, making this book plot and character-driven.
5 Stars - Arianne and Derek aren't predictable protagonists. They always have a surprise up their sleeves until the end.
5 Stars - As Good as Fifty Shades!
5 Stars - Need to get hot and steamy. Read this book. Another one my husband didn't mind me buying.
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What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions

22 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 23 – Author Spotlight - Charlotte Howard - The Final Straight24 – Author Spotlight - JD Martins - City Nights: One Night in Madrid25 - WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 26 – Idle Thoughts27 – Book Boyfriend Cafe28 – A Little Sex on Saturday

Capri's Fate is on this weeks Book Boyfriend Cafe

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For a hot encounter I'm choosing a scene from Capri's Fate - my erotic paranormal romance. Capri is dragged to a sex toy convention by a friend. There she meets a voice. Thall speaks first.



"Humans do not believe in us and yet they call upon us to make decisions for them. 'Fate made me do it'. 'Let the Fates decide.' 'May the force be with you.'""That's Star Wars." Great, I've got a stalker Fate with a sense of humor."I heard that."Shivers slither through me as tiny sparklike feelings tickled my neck."We're real. We've been around since time began. That first monkey who jumped out of a tree and walked on the ground, Fate made him do it. A cousin of mine, actually.""You're kidding!" "Yes, I am. You humans are so gullible."I waved my arm about. "Can I touch you? See you?""You would not understand our form, but I can touch you." A wave of heat slid up my leg and rippled through my belly."Oooh!" When my breath returned, I asked the most logical question I could think of. "Why are you here?""Earlier tonight you said, 'Let's see what the Fates have in store'. Well the Fates have nothing in store for your friend, but for you…"I picked up my wine glass and took a couple of good gulps."Lay back and relax. I promise I won't hurt you. I cannot. I can only provide pleasure." Something—for simplicity's sake, call it his hand —caressed my right shin. I reacted as if my flesh had been burned–-but in a good way. It wasn't pain. Curiously, maybe a little bizarrely, but there was definitely a hint of wicked in the touch.The same sensation scorched my left shin. Part of me needed to check if my flesh was flushed and blistered, but I couldn't move. I thought if I did, I would somehow break a spell. A bead of sweat dribbled down my neck.With a movement as soft as the brush of a feather, both hands travelled up my thighs and stopped at my hips.Ooh! With a swift sweep, he skimmed my body, engulfing me in his touch. My flesh tingled as goose bumps speckled my arms. The only sound I could hear was my breath as the pants escaped my lips. I opened my eyes. My body glowed from the heat.An icy snake-touch slithered from my hips to neck. As fast as the coolness touched my body, heat filled its place.A feverish fondle on my breast preceded a frosty streak across my neck, followed by a sizzling trail along my spine and an icy tap on my inner thigh. I couldn't focus. My heart pounded in my chest. My breath caught in my throat only to be snatched away by the next gasp. A blissful wave surged through me as I slipped into relaxed darkness.


What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
Corporate business woman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. Once a shocking, mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.
Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbors the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.
Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?
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What people are saying about Capri's Fate

5 Stars Truly very creative lovemaking. I had to stop to fan myself and sigh a lot of times. My toes really curled.
5 Stars I applaud the author. It's worth your time and money.
5 Stars It was a story that left you angry, sad, plus hot and bothered. I loved this book!!!








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On the road on Idle Thoughts

I won't be home when this post goes live. Travelling south to visit my daughter. Taking the new kitten with us, she's too young to stay home alone. I love to travel. My husband puts up with it. Not to sure the kitten is going to be crazy about it.

Here's our route

I love to look at the people we pass on the highway or are using the same travel stops. I get ideas for scenery, characters and I can let my mind wander. On a trip about a year ago, an idea struck and I wrote the opening 3 chapters of a book that I didn't know I was going to write.

Ironically, I thought I was leaving this behind. But the south is in a bit of a deep freeze and there is snow on the ground in NC. Oh well, I was going down to visit my daughter, not lay on the beach and do nothing for hours and hours.



Do you like to travel?

Black Dorn on WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a continuation from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn.
Set Up –Branwyn gets some time alone with Malack
(for those who haven't started at the beginning – Duna means instructor –  so Duna Trea is Branwyn's instructor. A Dune is one who is to be instructed. Branwyn is a Dune. Gon means King, Gon Dra means Heir to the Throne and lastly, tragor means duty.)

Branwyn wandered along the paths that wound about the flower gardens and out into the meadow. She thought about how much her life had changed in the last few weeks. Everything was so different at Black Dorn; women displayed their bodies, adults spanked like children and she had touched a man and brought him release. Even from a distance, she could tell it was Malack who rode in her direction. He slowed his horse. Branwyn dropped to her knees and lowered her head. "Trea let you out?" "Yes, Gon-Dra Malack." "Stand." She rose and looked up at Malack then gasped when he scooped her up and set her behind him on his horse. Reining it around, Malack urged his horse to trot across the grass. Tightly holding on around Malack’s waist, Branwyn reveled in the closeness of him. His back and arms felt strong and his scent made her head swirl. He slowed his horse near a creek, jumped off, and helped her to the ground. Again, she knelt and lowered her head. "Stand." He held out his hand. "We are alone." "I do not understand, Gon-Dra." She gripped his hand and let him assist her. "Call me Malack. Use my name. Not my birthright." He busied himself with his horse, loosening the reins and leading the animal to the river. While it drank, he opened a sack and pulled out a wineskin. He pulled out his knife, cut off a chunk of bread and cheese, then handed them to Branwyn. She accepted it then settled under a willow tree near the creek’s edge. He sat beside her and ate his meal. Finished with her lunch, she sipped her wine in silence, admiring the sound of the creek and the birds. With quick glances, she studied Malack. His eyes were the depth of some of the blue flowers in the garden. A faint scar marred his left cheek. His face was shorn of beard, but for the slight stubble of a new day’s growth. His features were pleasing--very pleasing--to her.






What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions19 – Idle Thoughts20 - Book Boyfriend Cafe21 – A Little Sex on Saturday22 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 23 – Author Spotlight - Charlotte Howard - The Final Straight24 – Author Spotlight - JD Martins - City Nights: One Night in Madrid25 - WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 26 – Idle Thoughts27 – Book Boyfriend Cafe28 – A Little Sex on Saturday

Spotlight on Caught Inside by S. Briones Lim

Title: Caught Inside Author: S. Briones Lim Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: 12/30/14 

 Blurb: 

Even Riley Dillon’s lucky red shoes couldn’t save her from the worst day imaginable—though they did act as great projectile against her cheating fiancé!


 After finding her life in turmoil, Riley leaves New York and returns to her hometown of Mistcoast, California where she takes a job at the local surf shop owned by Blake Reynolds, who has certainly grown up a lot since high school.


Blake Reynolds is handsome, talented and driven. At twenty-four the blond haired, blue eyed surfer seemingly has it all: a booming business, hometown following—everything but the girl of his dreams. Luckily, fate decides to give him a second chance.


 After ten years apart will Blake finally win Riley’s heart? Or will she continue to see him as the annoying freshman she used to tutor?


One thing’s for sure, only the California sun and surf can help decide.





Authors Bio:


Thanks to her Mom’s unwavering devotion to read a childhood bedtime story to her every single night, S. BRIONES LIM’s love for books began before she could even speak.
Raised in Southern California, Lim initially dreamt of becoming an artist. After a Psychology Degree (Summa cum Laude), a stint in Art School, and a career in Advertising/Media she is finally diving back into her first love – books. As a self-renowned bookworm, Lim’s love for
reading has inspired her to pen her own novels and hopes her readers will fall in love with her stories as much as she enjoys writing them.
Her obsessions include time with family, Cherry Coke, popcorn with jalapeños, watching movies and her dogs, Tobi and Roscoe. She currently lives in Virginia with her husband.

Author Links:
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Twitter: @sbrioneslim
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What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions
18 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 19 – Idle Thoughts20 - Book Boyfriend Cafe21 – A Little Sex on Saturday22 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 23 – Author Spotlight - Charlotte Howard - The Final Straight24 – Author Spotlight - JD Martins - City Nights: One Night in Madrid25 - WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 26 – Idle Thoughts27 – Book Boyfriend Cafe28 – A Little Sex on Saturday

Out Now – Desert Heat by Lucy Felthouse #erotica #romance #gay #mm #military

Out Now – Desert Heat by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #romance #gay #mm #military

Blurb:Their love is forbidden by rules, religion and risk. Yet still they can’t resist.Captain Hugh Wilkes is on his last tour of duty in Afghanistan. The British Army is withdrawing, and Wilkes expects his posting to be event-free. That is, until he meets his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, who awakens desires in Wilkes that he’d almost forgotten about, and that won’t be ignored.Please note: this book was previously published as part of the Unconditional Surrender bundle.Buy links:Amazon UK
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Excerpt:Captain Hugh Wilkes sucked in a deep breath, steeling himself for the heat he was about to be subjected to, though he already knew all the deep breaths in the world wouldn’t help. Darkness had fallen on Camp Bastion, in the notorious Helmand Province of Afghanistan, but there would still be residual warmth left to seep away throughout the small hours. Then the sun would rise, and it would start all over again. It was a damn desert, after all. But, all being well, it would be his last ever tour of the godforsaken place. The British Army was already preparing to pull out. The manpower had been reduced drastically over the previous months. It was time to leave the Afghans to get on with it. They weren’t being abandoned—far from it—they would still receive aid, training and money for years to come. But the British Army was no longer needed, apparently. It was still a volatile place, which would no doubt be monitored very closely, in case strategies needed to be reconsidered.
None of that was down to Wilkes, though. He was here with his platoon for six months, doing whatever they were ordered to do by their Company Commander, Major Hunter. It was unlikely they’d be doing any fighting—they weren’t here for offensive operations. More probably they’d be accompanying their vehicles, weapons and ammunition across the country as it was transported to the air base to be sent back home, or patrolling towns and villages as a show of presence, to reassure and protect the inhabitants.
There was only one way to find out. Grabbing his kit, he headed toward the ramp of the huge C17 aircraft with his colleagues, and followed them out onto the airstrip. Immediately, he was hit by the overwhelming smell of aviation fuel. As he moved away from the airplane this was replaced by the dry atmosphere.Wilkes imagined he could feel the grains of sand coating his throat and tongue. He’d soon get used to it—he always did. Plus, on the bright side, he’d end up with a nice tan at the end of his deployment. Mentally, he crossed his fingers for a nice, event-free tour of duty. Letting his guard down wasn’t going to happen, naturally, he just hoped it wasn’t necessary. Hoped the insurgents would play nicely. The country was completely different to how it had been when Allied forces had gone in after 9/11. Some fantastic progress had been made, but it still wasn’t completely safe. But then, where was? People died in picturesque villages in the English countryside—though generally not courtesy of IEDs, AK-47s or suicide bombers.
Author Bio:Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9



What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions
17 – Author Spotlight – S. Briones Lim – Caught Inside18 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 19 – Idle Thoughts20 - Book Boyfriend Cafe21 – A Little Sex on Saturday22 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 23 – Author Spotlight - Charlotte Howard - The Final Straight24 – Author Spotlight - JD Martins - City Nights: One Night in Madrid25 - WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 26 – Idle Thoughts27 – Book Boyfriend Cafe28 – A Little Sex on Saturday

Derek Davenport's Response on Weekend Writing Warriors

This week my 8 sentence snippet for Weekend Writing Warriors is from my erotic contemporary – A Kept Woman. Scene Set up –Arianne pushed the limits giving a billionaire, Derek and blow job and sending him on his way. His response. Phone call. Derek speaks first.


“What the hell was yesterday all about?” Allowing a millisecond for her to respond, he continued, “It doesn’t matter how long I spend with you. I lead a busy life.”
“Hey, give me a chance to talk here. Did I give you pleasure or not?”“Yes. No. Damn it!  You aren’t in control, I am.”


Blurb – A Kept Woman – Daryl Devore -Erotic Contemporary Heat – 5 hot peppers
Desperately unemployed, Arianne, answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With miniscule hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to Derek, a handsomely dashing man, whom she discovers is a billionaire. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
Buy Links AmazonSmashwordsBookStrand


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If you prefer print books – All Book Stories

What people are saying about A Kept Woman.5 Stars - Her style of writing is multi-layered, making this book plot and character-driven.
5 Stars - Arianne and Derek aren't predictable protagonists. They always have a surprise up their sleeves until the end.
5 Stars - A Good as Fifty Shades!
5 Stars - Need to get hot and steamy. Read this book. Another one my husband didn't mind me buying.
Link to WWW - www.wewriwa.com




What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions
16 – Author Spotlight – Lucy Felthouse – Desert Heat17 – Author Spotlight – S. Briones Lim – Caught Inside18 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 19 – Idle Thoughts20 - Book Boyfriend Cafe21 – A Little Sex on Saturday22 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 23 – Author Spotlight - Charlotte Howard - The Final Straight24 – Author Spotlight - JD Martins - City Nights: One Night in Madrid25 - WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 26 – Idle Thoughts27 – Book Boyfriend Cafe28 – A Little Sex on Saturday

Spotlight on Joceline Farrah's Infernal Ice

I teamed up with Jennifer Munswami from J.M Rising Horse Creations to recreate a cover that would not only capture the romantic elements of the novel but also the paranormal. And she hit a homerun J. In the following scene, we find Raum Corvus and Jessa Belle Jones, the main characters of Infernal Ice, at a turning point in their relationship. Enjoy!*Jessa walked ahead of Raum signaling him to follow in her steps. They stopped at the foot of the Banyan tree. She ran her fingers along the small cracks and rough formations on its surface. She leaned her back against the massive trunk.  Raum faced her, his hands tucked into his jean pockets contemplating the tree. She sighed. A few feet from her stood the promise of a new day. A new love. “Jessa?” Raum said lifting her chin.  Their eyes met. She read gentle concern in his. He stepped forward and leaned into Jessa, wedging her between his body and the tree trunk. He trailed his fingers down her arm before intertwining them with hers.What’s on your mind?” he whispered against her lipsJessa inhaled. “A lot of things,” she answered looking away.He cupped Jessa’s face. “Such as”?Jessa took a deep breath and looked straight into his eyes “I’m debating whether I should exercise caution as I’ve always have and stay on the shoreline where it’s safe or let myself go into the rip current?”He frowned. “Rip current? I don’t understand. What are you referring to?”“You…I’m referring to you Raum… You’re the rip current.”Raum had been called many things  in his life amongst them Lord of Crows but never had anyone called him a rip current.  He understood what Jessa met though. His eyes searched hers. In them, he saw love but also fear.  The fear he would disappoint her. She feared he, too, would break her heart.  Reaching for her hand, he placed it on his chest where his heart galloped with joy.“Then I’m asking you to throw caution to the wind and let the current carry you. Don’t be afraid as you slip from the shore. Don’t panic or swim against the tide. Float to me Jessa. I will never let you drown. Let my love be the lifeboat that keeps you safe from the elements and the undertow.  Let me be your life support.”
Infernal Ice is available now on Amazon, BN, I-Tunes, Kobo.
About the author
Joceline Farrah is an avid reader of all of things paranormal. She draws inspiration for her stories from her own hometown magic city Miami Beach, FL. With pen to paper, she creates worlds where beings are as magical as the realms they inhabit.When she isn’t plotting new ideas for a novel or crocheting, she enjoys a good game of Chess and a nice cup of Chai tea.



What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions
15 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 16 – Author Spotlight – Lucy Felthouse – Desert Heat17 – Author Spotlight – S. Briones Lim – Caught Inside18 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 19 – Idle Thoughts20 - Book Boyfriend Cafe21 – A Little Sex on Saturday22 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 23 – Author Spotlight - Charlotte Howard - The Final Straight24 – Author Spotlight - JD Martins - City Nights: One Night in Madrid25 - WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 26 – Idle Thoughts27 – Book Boyfriend Cafe28 – A Little Sex on Saturday

Some Sexy Heat from Capri's Fate on this week's Book Boyfriend Cafe

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WARNING - CONTAINS HOT SEXUAL CONTENT
From Capri's Fate - my erotic paranormal contemporary.
Scene set - Capri is dragged to a sex toy convention by a girl friend. While there - a voice whispers in her ear. She discovers she can talk to it. Then it follows her home...and things get interesting. Thall is the voice's name and he is a son of The Fates.



My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn't the least bit shocked, alarmed or confused, I watched as my glass dildo floated above me."Play with your nipples. Show me what you do to make them firm.""Excuse me?" My eyebrows rose up to my hairline. "You want me to play with myself? In front of you?""Yes." One simple, yet mortifying, word."I'm not a porn star.""Just touch yourself. I will not judge you."I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud."They're beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.It took me a moment to figure out what to do. No, Thall didn't send the instructions along, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet. My bad.Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.Snap. Snap.A surge of lust rushed through my body then centered in my crotch.Snap.Snap. Snap.The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudge me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart. Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed, and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs."Do you want it?"I groaned."Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?”Do the Fates understand the term – duh!A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.Snap.Snap. Snap. Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body. "Touch me!""Where?" His voice brushed past me ear."My clit."Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn't breathe. Time-stopping, scorching strokes on the smallest part of my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy."Ohhhh!" "Again?" His voice was soft and tinted with humor."Yes!" It was more of a snarl than a polite response.I waited. The nipple clamp zapped me. I squealed. His petting dragged across my clitoris with molasses speed. My heart raced, my breaths were shallow pants as I arched my hips up and spread my legs as wide as I could. "Touch me again. Please."Total bitch in heat, and I didn't give a damn.




What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
Corporate business woman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. Once a shocking, mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.
Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbors the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.
Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?
Buy Links

AmazonAll Romance Ebooks Kobo Books iTunes
What people are saying about Capri's Fate

5 Stars Truly very creative lovemaking. I had to stop to fan myself and sigh a lot of times. My toes really curled.
5 Stars I applaud the author. It's worth your time and money.
5 Stars It was a story that left you angry, sad, plus hot and bothered. I loved this book!!!
 





What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions
12 – Idle Thoughts13 – Book Boyfriend Cafe14 – Author Spotlight - Joceline Farrah - Infernal Heat15 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 16 – Author Spotlight – Lucy Felthouse – Desert Heat17 – Author Spotlight – S. Briones Lim – Caught Inside18 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 19 – Idle Thoughts20 - Book Boyfriend Cafe21 – A Little Sex on Saturday22 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 23 – Author Spotlight - Charlotte Howard - The Final Straight24 – Author Spotlight - JD Martins - City Nights: One Night in Madrid25 - WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 26 – Idle Thoughts27 – Book Boyfriend Cafe28 – A Little Sex on Saturday

Daryl Devore's Idle Thoughts on a Wintery Thursday

Winter. Cold. Snow.
This is a simple post based on the irony of winter. I dislike the cold. I dislike being cold. But the beauty of the season can take your breath away. The first 3 were taken a couple of days ago. We've been really luck this winter - the major storms have just missed us and I mean JUST missed us. But the weather has been bitter - Polar Vortex cold.


This is one of a string of snowman lights from Christmas. Why are they still up? The ground is frozen to at least 5 feet deep. The stakes aren't coming out of the ground until mid spring.
 

old fence and vines with snow on the western edge of our property



 Busy place the bird feeders. Surprised there isn't a squirrel in the photo.


And lastly me. This shot was taken near Christmas. I am bundled up in probably 4 layers. It was -27C or about -17F that day.

Which is your favourite season?