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Another lesson for Branwyn 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 has just elarned how to pelasure a man- when Duna Trea has another lesson for her.
(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 turned to find Trea lying on her back, knees pulled up and legs spread wide. Her eyelids opened wide. "Now you will learn to pleasure a woman. Almost the same as pleasuring a man. Start with the tip of your tongue and rub it here. This little mound is called joy. It is very sensitive, and brings great pleasure. Do not be rough." Branwyn's heart raced. It was difficult enough to be expected to pleasure a man, but now this. She looked down at her hands, unable to express her concern. "I know what you are wondering, dune." Trea pushed up onto her elbows. "Yes, pleasure can be given between women. Some masters enjoy bedding more than one at a time. And receive great enjoyment from watching the woman pleasure each other. Come here. Settle there and do what I asked." Reluctantly, Branwyn positioned herself between Trea’s legs and flicked the spot. "Now, long laps and little flicks. Change what you do." The scent of a woman was sweeter than a man's, but the heat between her legs was just as intense. Branwyn’s mouth, tongue and neck ached from the day’s lessons, but she feared the riding whip and continued with her duties. "Now gently pull it into your mouth and suck it. Oh, softer." Trea’s breath was coming quicker and her voice was soft. Branwyn's pulse began to race and her breathing came in short breaths. As she licked Duna Trea, the ache deep inside her built to a painful pressure. She felt as if she was a wine skin filled beyond its limit and was about to burst. "Take a finger and slip it into my…give me your hand. There, slip the finger in there. Feel the wetness. My heat. That means you are good at what you are doing. You are pleasuring me, and I will surrender. Slip another finger inside of me. Slide them back and forth. Keeping licking me. Faster. Another finger. Yes. Yes. Do not stop. I surrender!" Branwyn felt a spasm clench on her hand. "Oh!" An involuntary moan escaped Branwyn's lips as a shudder passed through her body. It was not one of pain or revulsion, but a shudder of enjoyment and pleasure. Wondering what had caused it, she lifted her head to speak. 




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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

Another less for Branwyn 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 has just elarned how to pelasure a man- when Duna Trea has another lesson for her.
(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 turned to find Trea lying on her back, knees pulled up and legs spread wide. Her eyelids opened wide. "Now you will learn to pleasure a woman. Almost the same as pleasuring a man. Start with the tip of your tongue and rub it here. This little mound is called joy. It is very sensitive, and brings great pleasure. Do not be rough." Branwyn's heart raced. It was difficult enough to be expected to pleasure a man, but now this. She looked down at her hands, unable to express her concern. "I know what you are wondering, dune." Trea pushed up onto her elbows. "Yes, pleasure can be given between women. Some masters enjoy bedding more than one at a time. And receive great enjoyment from watching the woman pleasure each other. Come here. Settle there and do what I asked." Reluctantly, Branwyn positioned herself between Trea’s legs and flicked the spot. "Now, long laps and little flicks. Change what you do." The scent of a woman was sweeter than a man's, but the heat between her legs was just as intense. Branwyn’s mouth, tongue and neck ached from the day’s lessons, but she feared the riding whip and continued with her duties. "Now gently pull it into your mouth and suck it. Oh, softer." Trea’s breath was coming quicker and her voice was soft. Branwyn's pulse began to race and her breathing came in short breaths. As she licked Duna Trea, the ache deep inside her built to a painful pressure. She felt as if she was a wine skin filled beyond its limit and was about to burst. "Take a finger and slip it into my…give me your hand. There, slip the finger in there. Feel the wetness. My heat. That means you are good at what you are doing. You are pleasuring me, and I will surrender. Slip another finger inside of me. Slide them back and forth. Keeping licking me. Faster. Another finger. Yes. Yes. Do not stop. I surrender!" Branwyn felt a spasm clench on her hand. "Oh!" An involuntary moan escaped Branwyn's lips as a shudder passed through her body. It was not one of pain or revulsion, but a shudder of enjoyment and pleasure. Wondering what had caused it, she lifted her head to speak. 




What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions 12 – Idle Thoughts13 – Book Boyfriend Cafe14 – A Little Sex on Saturday15 - 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

Spotlight on Laila Blake's Breaking in Waves Series

Synopsis:When journalist Iris Ellis visits a sleepy seaside town to interview recluse screenwriter Paul Archer, he offers her insights into never acted upon fantasies of dominance and submission. Too curious to deny herself a taste of them, Iris gives herself up to Paul's gentle guidance, but when she realizes that a taste can never be enough, she must find the courage to ask for what she needs or risk losing it all.
Called a "gem for fans of BDSM romance and the perfect starting point for readers new to the genre" by RT Book Reviews, Driftwood Deeds is a novella of sexual awakening as well as consent and communication in bdsm.

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Synopsis:Love, they say, is magnified by absence.After the dream-like quality of Iris' visit at Paul's sea-side home, she is back in the routine and drudgery of her city life. Struggling to put a label on what they have together, they phone and write letters, trying to sustain the flame, until they can make time to be in each other's arms again. But once they are, how do you pull back into proportions a love so magnified it burns?Buy Links:Amazon | Barnes & Noble



Synopsis:In this last installment in the Breaking in Waves series, Paul takes the helm and tells the story of how he and Iris move in together. Two decades of a bachelor's lifestyle are not easy to merge into a life together, and Paul goes on a journey of embracing Iris in his seaside world. Without holding back and without fear.


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About the author:


Laila Blake (lailablake.com) is an author, linguist and translator. She writes character-driven love stories, co-hosts the podcast Lilt and blogs about writing, feminism and society.
Her work has been featured in numerous anthologies. Keeping a balance between her different interests, Laila Blake’s body of work encompasses literary erotica, romance, and various fields in speculative fiction (dystopian/post-apocalypse, fantasy, paranormal romance and urban fantasy) and she adores finding ways to mix and match.
A self-proclaimed nerd, she lives in Cologne/Germany with her cat Nookie, harbors a deep fondness for obscure folk singers and plays the guitar. She loves photography, science documentaries and classic literature, as well as Doctor Who, Game of Thrones and The Big Bang Theory.
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Excerpt:If I was writing a film about us, my kitchen would be the central location. Good sex and good cooking are linked for me, inextricably together. They trigger the same areas of the brain-- taste and smell and texture and pleasure. I think of sex when I eat good food, and I want good food when I lie there spent after an orgasm, something full of life and flavor and color to recuperate and start again. We’ve always spent a lot of a time here. In varying states of undress.
She feels it too, I think. That’s why her breathing is a little shallow. That’s why she steals a slice of zucchini as I layer it piece by piece between the eggplant, the yellow squash and the bright tomatoes. She has that glint in her eyes, small and wicked, and even now, after all this time, she looks hesitant when she tries to push boundaries. She still stops short of actually pushing them.
Iris loves to be good, to be praised, to be my beautiful, precious girl. She hates displeasing me, even as a game. But neither can she come out and ask for it, tell me about the tingling between her legs, the longing, the ache that only the crack of my belt can mend. And so she steals bits of zucchini, or switches the radio away from my favorite station just as we drive into my street. She criticizes books she knows I love, or picks them up and leaves them on a different shelf-- like I had any order in mind to begin with. They are little things, so minor I would miss them all the time, if it wasn’t for that look in her eyes.
It’s the look of guilt and desire, of fighting against her nature and fearing the consequences she’s trying to induce. It’s a look that makes my cock hard, that squeezes my chest almost painfully.I listen to the zucchini crunch between her teeth. She eats it slowly, eyeing my profile as though wondering if I noticed anything at all. Sometimes I like to indulge her, I like to give her what she wants even though she can’t ask for it, even though she’s trying to manipulate the circumstances. It feels good sometimes, to let her out to play.
Today I don’t.
She picks the next slice out of the casserole, right out from between a slice of tomato and a slice of yellow squash, where they nestle in colorful stripes. She knows I can’t miss this one, and her hand hovers there a moment too long, just like she’s waiting for me to catch up and slap it away. But again, I don’t.
I watch her bring the slice to her mouth from the corner of my eyes. She places it on her tongue like a communion wafer, with intensity and slow purpose. She shudders; it’s a marvel to watch that change. A few seconds ago, she was my sweet girl, leaning next to me, relaxed and happy. Now, she’s strung tight, nervous and needy, like she exchanged her body for a different one.
“Are you bored?” I ask her. I look down at the pattern of vegetable slices, at the spot where she messed it up. When I drag my gaze up to her face, there are red spots on her neck, white teeth-marks on her lower lip.
She shakes her head.
“I think you are. You want attention, pet?”

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Daryl Devore's erotic contemporary A Kept Woman on Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday

This week my 8 sentence snippet for Weekend Writing Warriors is from my erotic contemporary – A Kept Woman. Scene Set up –Arianne is talking with her roommate about her latest conquest of billionaire Derek Davenport.

“Nothing. I said I wanted him to enjoy what I was doing to him. He knows I had him at the most vulnerable of moments and did I go for the kill? No.”“Now, I know why I’m gay. You women are devious creatures. Should I start looking for a wedding present? What do you get a billionaire?”

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?
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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

A Little Sex on Saturday features Daryl Devore's A Kept Woman

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 -Derek and Arianne learn to trust.



Arianne’s ears strained to hear any sound that would identify what was happening. She was blinded by the sash. Ears alert, she heard the familiar clink of ice on glass then experienced the surprise touch of the ice cube to the flesh between her breasts. In a figure eight pattern Derek drew an ice path around one breast then over and circled the other. He repeated the pattern drawing it closer to her nipples with each pass. As the final pass neared her erect nipple, Arianne straightened her back and arched her breasts forward, but the ice retreated. The expected touch of ice on her hot nipples did not happen. “Stay like that. Don’t move.” Again she heard the clink of the ice. She waited. A cold drop of water landed on her right nipple, rolled around it and dribbled down her breast. Another drop of melted ice dripped on her, followed by a surprise drip on her left nipple. Arianne tried to guess where the drops would land, but Derek kept the pattern random - five drops on her left nipple before any on her right.There was a pause in the drops as Arianne heard him rubbing his hands to warm them. The silence in the room was most disturbing. The thick carpet muffled his movements across the room. Arianne suspected he was deliberately cautious to make no sound so everything he did would be a surprise. The eroticism of that had not lost its importance on her. Her body was taut with anticipation awaiting the next sound, sensation or command.An intense warmth neared her left breast. “And what is the opposite of cold?” She did not have time to respond when a sharp, burst of heat encased her left nipple. The warmth neared her right breast. Arianne arched her chest forward. “Let’s try this again. And what is the opposite of hot?” “Hot.”A splash of ice water poured down her right breast, rolled over the curve and dribbled to her belly. “Wrong.” He sighed. “First you don’t answer me and then you don’t listen to the question. I think it is time for some more instruction.”Arianne bit her lip to hide the smile.

A Kept Woman - Heat Rating - 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 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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EXCITING NEWS - FEB 7 and 8 - ROM LOVERS is having a Facebook event. 24 fabulous romance authors of every genre and heat level. Plus giveaways. Drop by often throughout the weekend - meet new to you authors - maybe win some swag.


FEB 7
Melissa Kendall – 9:00 (All times are EST)
Liza O'Connor - 10
Melissa Keir - 11
D'Ann Lindun - 12
Monica Corwin - 1
Nikki Lynn Barrett - 2
Andrea Cooper - 3
Lilly Christine - 4
Aleah Barley - 5
Joceline Farrah - 6Bobbi Romans -7 Sheri Frefricks - 8
FEB 8 -
Haley Whiteall – 9:00Melissa Limoges - 10
Daryl Devore - 11
Jenna Jaxon - 12
Jennifer Lowery - 1
Brenda Dyer - 2
Brenda Littau - 3
Lilly Christine - 4Nancy Weeks - 5Vicki Batman - 6Tmonique Stephens - 7Katie St. Claire - 8



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Book Boyfriend Cafe weekly hop and Black Dorn - erotic medieval romance

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This week's Book Boyfriend Cafe snippet comes from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn.

Scene set- Heir to the Throne Malack must go off to battle to defend the castle- Black Dorn. The Royal family and everyone who lives in the castle meets in the courtyard to say good bye to the soldiers. Malack bows to his parents then turns to Branwyn.



"I have told you with my body, but have never spoken the words - I love you, Branwyn and I will return." 



Black Dorn - an erotic medieval romance by Daryl Devore.Heat Rating - 5 hot peppers
Purchased to be trained as a courtesan, Branwyn arrives in a strange new land and begins her daily lesson in the art of bedding a man.Back from battle, Prince Malack returns to the court of his father. The noble woman chosen to be his bride rejected him and bedded his hated rival. Malack turned his anger onto the focus of battle and increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn. Until his gaze settles onto the face of the woman who will be his queen.

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Idle Thoughts is thinking about Spelling Typos

I've decided to use this fun little animation whenever my idle thoughts are about writing and today they are.

Silly little spelling mistakes/typos. How annoying are they?!?! I have 4 that drive me crazy. Some I can catch and some my cp and beta find.

I do know how to spell these annoying words, but my fingers don't! What are these drive-me-crazy bugaboos?

The - teh
Teh cat sat on teh table.
Luckily my speller checker points it out.

Going - goin g
I am goin gto the store.
For the life of me, I can't attach the second g to the proper word.
Another spell checker catch.

From - form
I brought it form home.
Or - I brought the form form home.
Spell checker doesn't catch that and it seems to stump my grammar checker.

Lastly and I have to apologize deeply to my cp - she suffered through this one on this book

Slid - slide.
She slide on the ice.
She slide her hand on the railing.

All I can say is - ARGHHHHH.

And thank heavens for spell checker and cps.  Do you have a cp you'd like to give a shout out to for catching the silly little mistakes? (Initials are fine if you don't want to mention them - M.R and J.L for me.)



EXCITING NEWS - FEB 7 and 8 - ROM LOVERS is having a Facebook event. 24 fabulous romance authors of every genre and heat level. Plus giveaways. Drop by often throughout the weekend - meet new to you authors - maybe win some swag.

The authors:
Melissa Kendall           Liza O'Connor
Melissa Keir                D'Ann Lindun
Susan Sheehey           Nikki Lynn Barrett
Andrea Cooper            Lilly Christine
Aleah Barley               Joceline FarrahBobbi Romans             Sheri FredricksHaley Whiteall             Melissa Limoges
Daryl Devore             Jenna Jaxon
Jennifer Lowery           Brenda Dyer
Brenda Littau               Lilly ChristineNancy Weeks               Vicki BatmanTmonique Stephens      Katie St. Claire
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WIP It Up Wednesday and Black Dorn #WIPITUPWEDNESDAY

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a continuation from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn. 
I'll be going around and reading posts this week - got my WIP done last Wed and sent it off to my beta. Yay me!
Set Up –The end of an unsuccessful training day.
(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 and lastly Gon Dra means Heir to the Throne. And tragor means duty.)



Trea loosened a tie, roughly rolled her onto her belly. A jolt of pain surged through Branwyn's buttocks. And again. Trea stopped. "Branwyn. move again and I will instruct you mercilessly. Tragor." She fought against her ties. Her arms ached from the strain. "I will not. This is wrong. I hate you!" "Remove yourself." The duna yelled at the man. He scurried from the room. Trea turned. "Now, you." She tapped Branwyn with her crop. "I am disappointed. I thought you finally understood tragor. This is used to break horses and insolent dunes. This is going to hurt. Your flesh will burn and tears will stream down your cheeks. Begging will only get you more punishment. Submitting will not lessen the number of strokes but it will not add any more. I have not the strength of a man, but I will not be weak in my instruction of you." Shaking and sobbing, Branwyn clenched her eyes and waited. The crop cracked on her buttocks time and again. Screams escaped from Branwyn’s lips. "Mercy, please Duna Trea. I beg you. Mercy." Between her screams, darkness filled Branwyn’s head. Trea exited. Leah entered and knelt next to Branwyn. A noise made her look up. The gon-dra walked across the room. With a gentle touch, Leah applied a soothing paste of herbs and oils.
       Malack loosened the ties binding her to the floor, lifted and carried her to her bed. For a moment, he stared down at Branwyn then turned and left the room without speaking.


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16 – Author Spotlight – Lucy Felthouse - Desert Heat17 – Author Spotlight – S. Briones - 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 Straight      24 – 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  


EXCITING NEWS - FEB 7 and 8 - ROM LOVERS is having a Facebook event. 24 fabulous romance authors of every genre and heat level. Plus giveaways. Drop by often throughout the weekend - meet new to you authors - maybe win some swag.

The authors:
Melissa Kendall           Liza O'Connor
Melissa Keir                D'Ann Lindun
Susan Sheehey           Nikki Lynn Barrett
Andrea Cooper            Lilly Christine
Aleah Barley               Joceline FarrahBobbi Romans             Sheri FredricksHaley Whiteall             Melissa Limoges
Daryl Devore             Jenna Jaxon
Jennifer Lowery           Brenda Dyer
Brenda Littau               Lilly ChristineNancy Weeks               Vicki BatmanTmonique Stephens      Katie St. Claire
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Monica Corwin's Heart and Souls from The Soul Program series

Thank you so much for letting me drop in with my upcoming title: Heart and Souls. Here's a little about the book:Heart and Souls follows church detective Constance Grace as she hunts a con man stealing women's souls.In the late 21st century, scientists created a serum that gave every person nine lives, also known as souls. Flush with expendable life, Earth collapsed into war and anarchy, leaving the Catholic Church to step in and take control. In a world where the stealing of souls is big business, it takes people like Constance Grace, detective in the Soul Theft Division, to hunt the criminals down and strip them of their remaining souls. When social-climbing con man, Noah Hannock, plunks himself on the church's radar, he becomes Constance's problem. With a brand new partner, Mikon Cross and seven of her nine given souls remaining, Connie has to enter high society under a too-familiar alias to tempt Noah into her web. While the chemistry between Connie and Mikon is scorching hot, the reality is they don't trust each other. Each with their own secrets to protect, the hunt for Noah Hannock threatens them both. The only way they can survive is if they learn to lay themselves—heart and souls—on the line for each other.
About the Author:Monica Corwin is an outspoken writer who believes romance is for everyone no matter their preferences. Displaced in Central Pennsylvania, Monica Corwin attempts to spend her days writing away in her home by the river. In reality she chases around a tod- dler and writes when she can. In her free time she drinks entirely too much coffee and collects tomes on King Arthur. Monica Corwin has over thirteen published works from publishers such as Crimson Romance and Cleis Press. You can find her on the web at www.monicacorwin.com. She is also on Twitter @Monica_Corwin and Facebook.
Excerpt: He watched as she pulled her unruly mane up into a messy bun on top of her head. Every time he saw her do it, he couldn't help but think it was a move specifically designed by women to turn men on. The pale skin of her delicate neck was now on full display, as were her toned shoulders and biceps. Usually he liked his women soft, and while Connie did have softness here and there, mostly she was made up of backbone, hard-toned muscles, and coffee.

"Stop being a creeper," she said, breaking the spell.

He looked up. She was giving him a pointed look with an eyebrow arched. Somehow he had forgotten himself and sat staring at her. Will this night never end?

"Sorry, I was zoning out," he said.

"Yeah, on my tits."

"Really, I wasn't staring at them. I was just thinking."

"Uh-huh."

There was no talking to her. He climbed up and went to his own bed. She was right, but he wasn't going to admit it. He'd have to hear about it for the next year otherwise. "How are you feeling?" he asked after a few moments of silence.

"Still a little messed up from the drug, but, not terrible," she said.

"That's good." He could tell she wasn't saying it all though. She sat on top of her comforter, shoulders slumped, as she rocked ever so slightly back and forth. There was no way he could let her stay like that all night. If she was to be tortured then he could at least bear some of the burden.

He got up and walked over to her, moved behind her on the bed, and circled his arms around her upper body. She didn't move, didn't even breath, for a few seconds. It was a huge relief when she sagged into him, allowing him to hug her more comfortably.

The intensity with which his heart leapt and battered against his ribcage was astounding. If heaven and hell could merge it would live in such a moment. Her scent engulfed him, consumed him, and made him think of all the things he knew he shouldn't. It was a shock when he realized she was guarding her thoughts to him. Not effectively, but she was making an attempt to ease his discomfort.

"Here," he said, shifting his legs open so she could lean back into him and stretch out as well.

Such an unlikely pair they made. Only having met a month ago and now here they were in a gilded hotel room, holding each other gently. He would never have imagined a moment like this between them when they first met. Father Reynolds wouldn't have either.

Constance turned to face him, and he watched helplessly as she slipped her tongue out and wet her lips.

"I'm going to kiss you, Mikon, unless you stop me," she whispered, only inches away from his mouth.
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Interviewing Wade by K D Grace, writing as Grace Marshall on Erotic Notions

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Blurb:
The Executive Decisions Trilogy may be over, but the story continues. Intrepid reporter, Carla Flannery, wants to interview Wade Crittenden, the secretive creative genius behind Pneuma Inc. But when, against all odds, Wade actually agrees to the interview, Carla suspects ulterior motives.
Carla has made a lot of enemies in her work and when Wade discovers she’s being stalked, he agrees to the interview to keep her close and safe. As the situation turns deadly, lives and hearts are on the line, and the interview reveals far more about both than either ever expected.
Excerpt:
Carla nodded to the chair opposite her and Wade sat down cautiously. She offered a dry smile and spoke around a mouthful of toast. ‘Chair’s not booby-trapped, food’s not poisoned. My security system’s not that good.’
When he made no reply but savoured a forkful of eggs, she joined him in devouring the feast, satisfied that after the first bite, he shovelled it in with as much relish and lack of delicate table manners as she did. With her, eating was always done in a hurry to get on with what was always way more work than she had time for, unless she was settling in for a meal with her father. She suspected he cooked for her especially for that reason. And as she watched Wade stuff half a slice of toast into his mouth in one go, she figured he was probably the same, with no one to make sure he got a good meal from time to time. Though possibly Ellis invited him over occasionally, or maybe Harris Walker and his new wife, Stacie Emerson. Apparently her culinary skills were spoken about in hush tones. Strange, but it felt good to be able to offer something to Wade, even if the idiot did show up at three in the morning
‘Good,’ he said, at last, covering his full mouth with the paper towel she’d given him in lieu of the napkins she didn’t have.
‘Thanks. You think this is good, you should see me make Pop Tarts.
‘I like Pop Tarts,’ he said.
‘The secret is,’ she leaned across the table, ‘you’ve got to get the toaster set just right. And then afterwards,’ he leaned closer with wrapped attention, ‘afterwards I put butter on ‘em and stick ‘em in the microwave until it melts.’
Wade’s eyes were huge and very green in the kitchen lighting. He looked dead serious, as though she had just given him her secret for cold fusion. ‘I never thought about melting the butter on them in the microwave,’ he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ‘But I find that I do like mine so that the little pastry edges are just beginning to get almost too brown.’
Christ! Were they actually talking about Pop Tarts? She laughed. ‘I like ‘em almost burnt, but I know that’s a matter of personal taste. My Dad likes his just barely warm.’He lowered his head and went back to shovelling eggs.
She popped the last of her bacon into her mouth and spoke around it. ‘So tell me, is Fort Flannery as unassailable as my father assured me, or are we in need of an upgrade?’He drained his glass of orange juice and pushed back from the table. ‘Your father did a good job. I didn’t have to do hardly anything.’
‘He’ll be glad to hear that,’ she said. ‘Sorry you had to waste your valuable time in the wee hours. I know how busy you are.’
‘Yes, well, it was on my mind. If you’ll let me see your Android, I’ll give it a little upgrade too.’
‘Will I be able to watch Russian porn on it?’ she asked.
‘Japanese and Chinese porn as well, if you like.’ There was that quirk of a smile that she really would love to eat right off his face.
‘And I’ll assume you’ve given it a test-drive.’
To her delight, the smile didn’t disappear, even though the blush was hot on those chiselled cheeks. ‘I’m my own best guinea pig.’
‘Wade Crittenden, that borders on too much information, but in the interest of consumer protection and all, I thank you.’ The blush grew, but the smile stayed put as she offered him a salute and went into her bedroom to get the device.
She returned to find that he’d shed his hoodie and was filling the sink with soapy water, his broad back mantling the counter like a giant bird of prey. For a second her stomach bottomed at the sight of Wade Crittenden doing dishes at her sink. She stood, Android crushed to her chest, feeling flushed and slightly off-balance. His t-shirt was a loose fit, misshapen and short in the back from too many washings for something that should have migrated to the rag drawer some time ago, and when he reached across the sink to add still more soap, the shirt rode up to reveal the slim line of his back and the muscles where his hips joined his torso just above the swell of his buttocks. The baggy jeans gave enough of an intimation of that swelling to leave Carla breathless and hot enough to want to throw off her own hoodie and splash herself with the soapy water in which he was nearly elbow-deep.
As though he sensed her watching, he turned, slopped water down the front of his shirt and onto his jeans and uttered a surprised curse.
Without thinking she rushed to his side, dropping the device on the table. ‘You don’t have to do that,’ she managed, in a breathless gasp. ‘Sometimes I go for weeks without ever washing so much as a coffee cup.’ She stretched around him, grabbed for a dish towel and offered it to him instead of patting him dry herself, which was what she really wanted to do.
He reached for the towel, holding her gaze. ‘You cook for me, I do the clean-up for you. Fair’s fair.’ His hand slid into the cloth and around her fingers as he drew it to his chest. His breath caught, his lips parted as though to speak, and God help her, she couldn’t resist, she leaned into him on tippy-toe and planted a kiss firmly on his mouth. She only meant for it to be a friendly peck, a way of saying thanks for checking up on her and for doing the dishes, but his other hand, covered with soapy water, swooped in and grabbed the front of her hoodie reeling her to him. Then he curled his fingers in the tangle of her wild hair and cradled the back of her head, pulling her still further up on her toes. ‘Oh God,’ he whispered, his tongue darting deep, his lips, soft and hard and bruising all at the same time, meeting hers in a clash of wills and a heroic effort to get closer and deeper. ‘Oh God, Carla, why did you do that,’ he gasped against her mouth.
‘Just being friendly,’ she managed, before the tongue sparring got serious. He gave the towel a toss and yanked down the zipper of her hoodie, shoving it off onto the floor, his hands skimming her breasts in his efforts, thumbs lingering to rake her nipples that were already painful in their peaking. His jeans might have been loose, but they were not loose enough to disguise his erection, and he didn’t seem to care. Both hands slid to cup her bottom and he lifted her, settling her onto the kitchen table, pushing her legs apart with his knees and moving in between her thighs as she went to work on his fly.
‘I have lots of friends,’ he breathed. ‘None of them do that to me.’
‘How about this,’ she said biting his lower lip and sliding her hand down inside his boxers. ‘Do they do this?’
‘No,’ he returned the nip. ‘Never, none of them.’ For a second he faltered. ‘Carla, I –’
‘Shut up, Wade. I don’t wanna hear it.’ This time she bit his tongue before she took his hand and guided it down into her baggy sweat bottoms and into her own boxers.


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Author Bio:
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.
KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include  The Initiation of Ms Holly ,  Fulfilling the Contract , The Pet Shop and   To Rome with Lust . Her paranormal erotic novel,  Body Temperature and Rising , the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention onViolet 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 and  The Exhibition  are all available.  Interviewing Wade , a follow up novel to the trilogy, is coming soon.
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