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Prologue from Latest Erotic Medival Fantasy

Dragon Fire is the working title of my latest WIP - an erotic medieval fantasy.
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Prologue.
Dragon Fire ©Daryl Devore 2014

All gazes fixed on the crimson glow of the embers. The light too feeble to ward off the soul-freezing sounds which drifted out of the woods. Weary travelers sat around a campfire with heads bowed and huddled deeper into their cloaks. Strangers to each other, but linked at this moment by the need for companionship and the illusion of protection.The evening grew darker. Clouds blanketed the sky, erasing the stars and dulling the moonlight. A breeze rustled the leaves of the bushes. Or was it a breeze? Heads lifted and gazes searched into the darkness for danger. One of the horses tied to the trees reared its head, whinnied and stomped a hoof. The wayfarers pushed their hoods off their heads and peered past the startled beast. Two men reached for their swords.A log dropped deeper into the fire and raised a shower of sparks. As the blaze settled, the travelers changed their focus back from the world outside the campfire to the one inside their thoughts. Silence fell once more on the huddled group.A troubadour raises his hands toward the heat, clears his throat and lifts his voice. "The Legend speaks – in whispers – of a black dragon who flies in the dark of the moon. The heat of his breath will melt a man's soul and turn him against all that is good. The glow of his eyes will inflame a woman's loins, which can never be quelled. The lick of his fire kills you alive. Alive yet dead, never again to taste, touch, love or be loved. But, they say, there is a fearless prince. One with a strong sword who will end the curse of the dragon."

Black Dorn - erotic medieval romance

Reader Advisory: This is a BDSM romance. This book contains spanking, light bondage and D/s themes and brief F/F touching. This is a work of historical fiction, it is not meant to be an accurate portrayal of or guide to how people recover from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. As a work of historical erotic romance, it is also not intended to portray modern BDSM or D/s lifestyles.If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this post.
Black Dorn - an erotic medieval romance by Daryl Devore.Heat Rating - 5 hot peppers
Blurb
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.
Excerpt
A horse's snort startled her. Branwyn hurried toward the sound. Two magnificent beasts - a human one and an animal - stood next to a small creek. The dusty, brown horse drank as the man wiped his chin and returned a wineskin to his horse’s saddle. The man was in profile to Branwyn but she could still distinguish he was a fine specimen. Brow, nose and chin were all pleasantly formed, and curly, black hair skimmed his shoulders. His arms and chest looked strong enough to easily manage the large sword hanging at his side. The horse turned an ear toward her, lifted his head and whinnied. Startled, the man returned from his reverie and looked at her.Branwyn scurried over. "Oh please, sire. My name is Branwyn. I come from Black Dorn, but I’m newly arrived there and have gotten lost. Can you please direct me?"His brow furled as he scowled. "If you live at Black Dorn, who is your serving girl? Your duna?""Leah serves me. Duna Trea is to...to...instruct me.""Explain why you’re so far from Dorn.""I was wandering about the beautiful flower garden when I saw the maze. I got lost." Her eyes filled with tears and she lowered her head."Did you enjoy the maze?" His voice made her want to giggle.Branwyn shook her head."No? But it’s a place of games and pleasure. Did you not go there to seek pleasure?""No, I found no pleasures there. Only games I do not understand." She wiped away a tear. "Please sire, I’m tired and hungry and feel I may soon collapse. Which way must I travel to return to Black Dorn?"His horse nudged him in the back with his nose. Placing both strong hands around her waist, he lifted her to his saddle. Mounting the horse, he tugged on the rein and directed his horse back to Black Dorn.When they entered the courtyard, Leah ran across the cobblestones, skidded to a stop and dropped to her knees. The horse halted a few feet in front of her. Branwyn slipped down from the stallion, curtsied to her escort and walked to her serving girl."Leah." His voice boomed across the courtyard. Still kneeling, Leah quivered. "Do not let your dune wander about freely. She needs guidance." As he turned, a stable boy reached for the reins. He tossed them over, dismounted and strode toward the castle.When the sounds of his footsteps faded, Leah stood."I do not need guidance," Branwyn snapped. "I got lost. What a rude, arrogant man. He didn’t have the upbringing to know to introduce himself.""Dune Branwyn," whispered Leah as she led her into the castle, "that’s Gon Lacke’s eldest son. He will inherit the castle, lands and people. There’ll be a feast tomorrow to honor his safe return. But now I must get you to your room. You must be exhausted from your day. A bowl of mulled wine will soothe you."
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A Kept Woman - erotic contemporary romance

Reader Alert: This is an erotic BDSM romance. This book contains spanking, light bondage and D/s themes.  Please do not read unless you are 18 years of age, or over.A Kept Woman – Daryl DevoreErotic 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?
Excerpt:
Picking up the remote with one hand and the coffee mug with the other, she alternated between surfing channels and sipping wine. She stopped at two naked females passionately exploring each other’s body. Blankly staring at the screen she finished the bottle of red wine, consumed her precooked, fast-frozen meal in a container and had changed to white wine, without noticing the difference. Tossing the empty dish onto the coffee table, the fork bounced off and landed on the newspaper. She bent down to pick it up. The ad she had read to Taylor caught her eye. “What the hell.” She picked her laptop up off the coffee table, typed in the website then clicked on e-box twenty four.

Hi. I’m Derek. I’m looking for a woman. I don’t want a girlfriend or a lover. Just a mutually sexually satisfying companion. The work will be minimal and the pay will be excellent. If interested email me your name, an introduction - 100 words or less - and a photo to entice me to hire you.

Arianne drank her wine and stared at the laptop screen for fifteen minutes while she had a mental debate. The “yes” voice in her head won out. The wine may have helped. She linked the digital camera to the computer then walked to her room and stripped. She stood in front of the small mirror and tried to choose her sexiest pose. Having chosen the conservative one of standing with her hands at her sides, legs spread apart; Arianne positioned herself in front of the camera and clicked the trigger. In a moment the picture appeared on the screen.

Appraising her body, Arianne smiled - soft curves, ample breasts and a neatly trimmed puff of hair below her belly button. It was a sexy body, not ravishing like a movie star’s, but it had enticed a few of the male gender. With some careful editing she deleted the background of the picture until all she had was a naked, headless picture of herself. She attached the photo to an email and began to type her message.

My name is Arianne. I’m 25 and recently unemployed so I’m ready to explore any job opportunity. Especially one that will pay an excellent salary. I keep in shape. I like to party but I don’t do drugs. I’m not a virgin, but I am clean—no STD’s. I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t jump into bed with every guy I meet. I’m just a regular girl pushed into a corner and is desperately looking for a way out.

How much is “excellent pay”?

She hit the send button. No turning back now. While online she did a daily depressing search of the job listings. As she was about to click off, she noticed her email icon was flashing.

Hello Arianne. This is Derek. I am 28 and employed. I also like to keep in shape, but I enjoy a lazy day doing nothing but watching TV. There will be no drugs involved—only sex. I don’t have the time or the patience for a relationship.

Job description - service me at least once a week - say every Tuesday. I will supply an apartment for our meetings. I don’t want to wine and dine you. There is no emotional involvement. I want to walk in, fuck and leave.

Pay - how does $8,000 a month - to start - sound? Reply.
Derek.

"Sounds pretty damn good!"
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Sexy Red Hood - Twisted Fairy Tale

Sexy Red Hood  - erotic contemporary romance by Daryl DevoreHeat – 4 hot peppersBlurb -“Go save your Grandmother.” After learning her grandmother booked a cruise with a supposed gigolo and is squandering her inheritance, Esmeralda (Red) Hood boards Emerald Forest cruise ship to protect both. Once there, Red slips and falls into the arms of Wilhelm Olf, a dark-eyed, continental who makes her body tingle. Stepping out of the elevator, she barges into Andrew Woodsman, a bumbling private school teacher on his first vacation cruise.With her attention torn between the dissimilar but sexually-intriguing men and keeping watch over tequila drinking, rock wall climbing grandma, Red's cruise is filled with fun and erotic fantasies.Grandmother's warning of Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing leaves Red confused. Later, when she wakes up in a utility closet, hands and feet bound and emerald necklace missing, Red discovers the man she suspected is not only innocent but also the one she loves.
Excerpt

The glass sliding doors to the ballroom were slid apart and the sounds of the orchestra floated out. “Care to dance with the big bad wolf? Emphasis on big and bad.”

“I’d love to.” She stepped into his arms.

Resting her head on his shoulder, Red let herself be guided around the deck, dipped and spun. Not once did this dance partner step on her feet or bounce her off a piece of furniture. When love ballads played, their bodies pressed close together. Red could feel his hard muscles pressing up against her soft curves. When the music picked up tempo, Red shook her breasts and playfully flaunted herself. She watched his eyes as they followed every movement of her body.

Laughing, they fell together. Will’s lips were on hers. His hands roamed up her ass and kneaded her flesh through her skirt and panties. He turned so she was between him and the ship’s railing. Slipping his hand under her skirt, up the back of her thigh, over the edge of her panties waistband, he slid his fingers down the curve of her ass.

With a soft moan, Red shifted her feet to allow his hand to investigate more intimate and sexually pleasing places. She reached inside her top and pulled her bra up over her breasts and rubbed her chest against his. Her nipples hardened with the heat of the friction.
“I want you,” he breathed into her ear.

“Take me”, was her breathless response.

He straightened and looked into her eyes. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve wanted to since the moment I fell into your arms. I’ve fantasized about you making love to me. Please, take me. I want you inside me.”

Without speaking or touching, they walked to the elevator, rode to the fifteenth floor and turned in the direction of his room. He pulled the key card from his wallet, slid it through the door and waited for the little green light. He kicked the door open, scooped Red into his arms and carried her inside.

The room was lit with dozen of flickering candles. Next to the small table was a dining cart. On it was a bowl of whipping cream, a pot of chocolate being kept warm by a smaller burner and a dish of red strawberries. He kicked off his shoes and carried her to the bedroom. She flipped off her sandals a moment before her feet touched the carpet.

Red glanced at the candles and dessert cart and smiled at Will. He shrugged his shoulders. "Made a wish on a star."

She bit her bottom lip. "Wishes do come true."
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Hot excerpt from erotic medieval romance – Black Dorn

Reader Advisory: This is a BDSM romance. This book contains spanking, light bondage and D/s themes and brief F/F touching. This is a work of historical fiction, it is not meant to be an accurate portrayal of or guide to how people recover from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. As a work of historical erotic romance, it is also not intended to portray modern BDSM or D/s lifestyles.If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this post.
Black Dorn - an erotic medieval romance by Daryl Devore.Heat Rating - 5 hot peppers
Blurb
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.
HOT EXCERPT – that means graphic sexMalack opened the door to the dune training room then used a light from the hall to ignite a couple of the torches. When he turned, Branwyn had removed her clothing and was kneeling on the floor, arms stretched out before her, forehead resting on the floor. He placed his sword beside her carefully folded gown and waited. "When I was instructed here, I failed. Duna Trea was very angry with me." "I remember." Malack pulled a silk ribbon from a shelf and tied Branwyn's ankles to rings attached to the floor. She stretched out, lying flat on the cold stone. He attached ribbons to her wrists and bound them to another ring. "It was not the fear of this, Branwyn. It was your pride." He pushed some pillows under her hips then playfully, but firmly, he smacked a buttock. Her flesh quivered. Again, his hand made contact with her flesh, but this time it was a caress. As he spoke, he stroked her buttock, slid his hands up and down her inner thighs. "You and your body are two things that appeal to me. Your flesh entices me. I wish to stroke it, kiss it—lose myself in it. But that is not only why I chose you. I want you. I want to protect you. You are in my thoughts when I should be thinking about war. I would watch you—dining in the great hall and would forget to eat. I need you Branwyn. And am truly humbled by that." He slipped his finger into her pleasure hole. After several strokes, he slid his finger to her clit, rubbed it then returned to stroking her. Branwyn spoke softly. "When we first met, I thought you were the handsomest man. If I saw you in the castle, my heart would beat faster and heat rose within me. I did not dream of my master. It is you—oh!" He inserted two more fingers and increased the pace of his stroking. She had to force herself to focus on what she wanted to say. The joy he created inside her made it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "It is you I dream about. It is you I want." He stopped and untied the ribbons. Lying spread out before him, Branwyn waited. He stroked her leg. "It was not this you failed. You fought against the person instructing you. He did not deserve to touch you. You should only be pleasured by one who adores you and wishes to be consumed by you." His mouth latched onto a breast and suckled it. Lifting her from the floor, he carried Branwyn to the strange chair and placed her in it. He tied her wrists to the arms and placed her feet into straps. Her weight was supported on her back and hips leaving her buttocks exposed. "Yes, please," she cried. "Take me, like...like you took Sasha. Take command of my body. Pleasure yourself like you are the gon-dra (heir to the throne). I am not afraid of you. I only wish to please you." For a few moments Malack did not move. "Sasha loves pain. We spent many nights here where her flesh was red and blood dripped from her. Still, she still begged for more." Her eyes grew round. She steadied her voice. "I trust you, Malack." He kissed her, not with the tender kiss she had become accustomed to, but a rough hungry one. It seemed not to matter whether she responded. He did not caress her or tenderly stroke the pink flesh of her breast. He grabbed both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed. Branwyn bit back the urge to stop him. The pain made her hot between her legs. His hand brushed her buttocks then smacked her with a gentle force. It was not a tear inducing pain, but a temperature rising pain. She felt hot, like the summer sun was shining down on her naked body. Without warning, his hand cracked across her buttocks. Her yell was involuntary. It had escaped her throat. He repeated his strike, then ran his hand over where he had hit her. His caress removed the sting. He struck again, and caressed her again. This was not the same as when Trea instructed her. That had been a blinding fury of pain, which overwhelmed her into darkness. This she could bear for him. "Like?" His hot breath grazed her ear. "Yes." He spread her lower lips and fondled her clit. He rubbed, licked, and sucked it. The heat between her legs became unbearable. She squirmed against her bonds. He poured cool oil on her pleasuring place while his other hand roughly spread it around. He slipped his fingers into, but did not stroke her. Instead, he pounded his hand against her. He showed her the large manhood-shaped object she had used in Sasha, then pressed it into her and pumped it back and forth. Branwyn moaned. Malack's arm ached. He pinched her nipple, dropped the object and slipped his manhood out of his garments then braced himself on the chair and entered her. His mouth found hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth. Their kiss broke off with a gasp from both. He pounded with a force that shook the chair. Her loud moans mixed with the slurping sounds coming from her wet pleasure hole and the slapping noise of his flesh against hers. "Surrender now," he commanded, sweating dripping down his face. One last thrust.
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A Kept Woman on the Alpha Male Madness GiveawayHop

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Welcome to Erotic Notions and the Alpha Male Madness Giveaway Hop - whew that's a mouthful.
Alpha males - you know we love them. In my erotic contemporary romance, Derek Davenport is about as alpha as they make them. He's a high power businessman who before he graduated from Harvard School of Business bought his father's company out from under him. He's a man who knows what he wants and knows how to get it.
Until Arianne enters his life. And you know it takes a good woman to bring an Alpha to his knees.
This is the new cover- Apple didn't like the old coverErotic Contemporary ( X rated)
Heat – 5 hot peppersBlurb -  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?

Excerpt - WARNING - Hot


With a quick shove, she pushed Derek onto his back. Her eyes shone with a bestial passion and her voice was low. “I want you inside me. I should be exhausted and sore but I want more." Kneeling next to him, she stroked his flaccid penis. “I don’t think there is anything left. I’m spent,” he said.  “I want you.” Her voice was edged with a passionate obsession. Something inside had taken control. Derek had no right to refuse her. She wanted him and he would please her. She straddled him and sat on his chest. “I want your mouth on me and in me. I want you to taste our mingled sex. Push me to my edge. Make me scream.” Before Derek could reply, Arianne settled her demanding pussy over his mouth, placed her hands under his head and held him in place. * * * *Puzzled by, but acutely aware of, the obsession that had overtaken Arianne, Derek slid his tongue along the outer edges of her folds. Fluttering little licks, he teased her. He could taste and smell the mixture of his sperm, her juices and seawater. When he touched her clitoris, her body tensed. It was as if she had never released herself in their lovemaking. He could sense she was as aroused now as when he had her in the water. With the tip his tongue he flicked at her. Each touch brought a hissing release as if a whip had caressed her skin.The muscles in his jaw and neck began to scream, but he didn’t stop. Arianne’s hips rocked to and fro. Glancing up he could see her erect nipples, hardened from her inflamed passion. Her eyes were closed. Her face contorted with an emotion he couldn’t fathom. Her chest rose and fell with each pant. With an unexpected suddenness she released his head, allowing it to fall back onto the wet sand. She pulled away and rotated one-hundred and eighty degrees then slipped his semi-hard cock into her mouth. Gripping him like a vice, she slid her wet lips along his shaft, urging him, forcing him to become aroused. Her hands alternated between tenderly squeezing and rolling his testicles to dragging her nails along his inner thighs. At last she had achieved her goal. He was fully erect and fully aroused. He struggled to get up, to place her on her back, but Arianne turned and stopped him. Pressing his shoulders into the sand she said, “No, I am mounting you.” She dropped onto him, banging her buttocks onto his stomach. Derek tried to thrust up into her, but Arianne grabbed a testicle and softly directed, “Don’t move.” He froze in obedience. “Look at me. I want to watch your eyes as you come. I want to see the burning desire in your soul and I want to see the moment it’s released.”

Here's what people are saying about A Kept Woman – http://cblsreviews.blogspot.ca/2011/1...A Kept Woman has just become one of my favorite books I’ve read this year. I know I’ve got several but from the blurb alone I was intrigued and had to know what happens next. When a blurb can give you loads of questions you are dying to know the answers too, you just know it has to be a good book.MRS CONDIT’S OPINION: http://www.mrsconditreadsbooks.com/?p... is a very satisfying HEA at the end. I really enjoyed this book and look forward to reading more by the talented Ms Devore. Her style of writing is multi-layered, making this book both plot-driven and character-driven. With well-developed characters, both main and secondary, and a plot that takes you smoothly through a complicated story, A KEPT WOMAN is not to be missed. 
So I know you just gotta have this book - so here are the buy links :-)


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Capri's Fate on the Authors in Bloom BlogHop

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Welcome to the Authors in Bloom Blog Hop on Erotic Notions
In my erotic fantasy - Capri's Fate – Thall decides to surprise Capri with making dinner. He finds a cook book and then chaos ensues in her kitchen as he's never cooked before, doesn't understand the directions and can't find any ingredients.   Excerpt - (I kept it G rated. If you want to read the hot excerpt - see tab above - Capri's Fate - Hot excerpt) Inserting the key in the lock, she opened her door. Capri stepped toward the foyer and glanced around. The sweet aroma of flowers tickled her nose. The room was exactly as it was supposed to be, except one thing. Thall was no longer asleep on the couch.The bang of a pot drew her attention to her kitchen. Peering around the corner, Capri stifled a giggle. Her first impression, Thall was attempting to cook dinner. Her second, it wasn't going well. Pasta, garlic, flour, a bottle of olive oil, an unopened package of chocolate chips, bottles of spices, sugar, two cake pans and several pots were scattered across the kitchen counter.Thall glanced up from a book lying on the table. "There's no food in your kitchen. How the heck do you eat?" He rubbed his hand over his hair. "I was going to make supper. Spaghetti and chocolate cake. Your favorites."He rose from the chair, crossed the kitchen, grabbed the package of pasta and waved it at her. "Spaghetti you got.""Yay me.""But for sauce you need—" He returned to the book he was reading and ran his finger down the page. "Olive oil. Got it. Garlic. Got it. And some spices. What you're missing is: onions, basil and mushrooms."Capri pulled open the cupboard door on her left, reached inside and pulled out a jar. "Ahem."He glanced up from the book. His eyes narrowed, glaring at the jar she was holding."If you remember, I was away. It's not a good idea to keep perishables while you're gone. Unless you want a biology project growing in your fridge when you return. Instead. Ta da." She waggled the bottled. "Sauce in a jar."He took the bottle from her hand and matched the ingredients with what was in his cookbook. "Thyme. Uh huh. Peppers, onions. Good. What's natural flavoring? It's not listed in your cookbook." "Better you not know."Thall furrowed his brow and handed back the jar."Let me get dressed and we'll go get some groceries because I'm guessing this isn't going to impress you." She reached into another cupboard and pulled out a box. "Cake in a box.""Cake. In a box?" He followed her to her bedroom. "You eat cake from a box?"She laughed and kicked her shoes into the closet. "On a bad day, Thall, I'll eat the icing right out of the can."He hunched his shoulder, scratched his head then crossed the room to her dresser. Reaching down, he pulled open the fourth draw and pulled out her red silk bustier. He turned and held it out. "Why don't you wear this?""Grocery shopping?"He nodded.Capri fumbled on how to reply then released a sigh of exasperation. "You do mean under my clothes and not just that?"
This is the recipe he was trying to follow. 



Spaghetti with Sauce (Plain or With Meat)
olive oil - extra virgin is best
1 onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
2 bay leaves
1 teaspoon oregano
1 teaspoon dried basil
1 teaspoon oregano
1 teaspoon salt ground pepper
1 6 oz can tomato paste
2 32 oz cans tomato sauce
1 28 oz can diced tomatoes
8 ounces fresh mushrooms, sliced and sautéed in butter (optional – I dislike mushrooms so they rarely go in my sauce)1 1/2 lbs lean ground beef – sautéed (optional – this recipe works meatless as well)
parmesan cheese, freshly grated

Directions: Brown onion and garlic in olive oil with bay leaves, oregano, basil, Italian Seasoning, salt and pepper. (If you are using the ground beef and mushrooms – sauté them separately then add to onion/garlic mixture.)  Add tomato paste, tomato sauce and diced tomatoes. Stir well and bring to a simmer over medium heat. Cover and simmer for 1 1/2 hours. This keeps so can make on weekend to have on Monday.

Closer to dinner time. Cook spaghetti. Whip up a Caesar Salad. Heat oven and cook garlic toast. Open a bottle of a nice Chianti.
Serve 1 of 2 ways – 1. drain cooked spaghetti and toss into sauce. Mix well. Place on a serve platter. Cover with Parmesan. Or – 2. Drain spaghetti. Place in a bowl. Pour sauce into a bowl and cover with Parmesan.


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Spotlight on Matina Nicholas and Affair in Athens

Affair in Athens
Matina Nicholas
Literary Fiction

Blurb:
Fulfilling her mother’s dying wish to discover her roots, Athena Vallas journeys to Greece and finds more than history as she reunites with a part of her family she didn’t know existed. While documenting her grandfather’s heroic role as a Greek Orthodox priest in Plaka, sheltering Jews during the Resistance in WWII, Athena meets Luke, a dangerously charismatic man who sees her as the ideal wife.

Drawn into an extravagant lifestyle, her attraction to Luke is intense until she discovers that he plays a high stakes game of illegal pursuits. When she attempts to distance herself, Luke refuses to relinquish his plans. Ruthlessly, he keeps his eye on the prize—Athena—who won’t compromise love for wealth or fidelity for lifestyle.

Affair in Athens includes a set of authentic Greek recipes at the back of the book, passed down through Matina’s family. Read, eat, and enjoy!


Authors Bio: (Sorry - no photo - it refused to cooperate - it kept sticking to the top of the document)
With a background in English and Education, and a dedication to transmit her love of writing to her students, Matina Nicholas taught writing and literature at university and high school levels. She has been published in educational texts, professional periodicals, and journals. Currently, she writes for the Condo News under the name Tina Chippas. Her writing pieces can be read at condonewsonline.com under Commentary and Essays.

A confirmed dog-lover, Matina is involved with her two dogs, Chelsea, a geriatric-but-far-from-over-the-hill toy red poodle and Lukie, a spunky, stubby Miniature Pinscher. Their eagerness for adventure and fine canine dining is the source for some of her essays for the Condo News.

This is her first novel.

Blog: http://tinachippas.wordpress.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/matina.nicholas

Excerpt:

The old priest’s Byzantine chant, the heady smokiness of burning incense, the power of icons hundreds of years old staring down on her intoxicated her senses. She looked about the ancient Greek Orthodox church tucked under the Parthenon with a deep sense of awe and respect. This was where her grandfather had been priest for fifty years, where her mother had been christened and prayed and left behind so long ago. There were no pews, no chairs in this church. After all, “orthodox” meant upright. Dozens of candles in ornate brass candelabras flickered and cast mysterious shadows.

Athena’s eyes brimmed with tears. The altar swam before her. She was overwhelmed with a sense of coming home, of belonging. She knelt, covering her face with her hands, remembering her mother’s last days. Filled with love for her daughter, Amalia grieved that she would not live to see Athena married or have children. How could any daughter deny her mother’s last wish? Athena had promised to visit the tiny church in Plaka, learn of her Greek roots and her grandfather’s role in sheltering Jews during the Resistance.

Tears slipped through her fingers and dropped to the stone floor, the same stones where her grandparents had stood when they married, baptized their children, where their coffins had rested before they were buried. This was where her grandfather and his parishioners heroically stood when the Nazis trained their machine guns on them—Father Peter, in his black robes, face and arms raised in prayer, radiating strength and courage to his parishioners as they stood facing him. They had done God’s will by hiding and smuggling the Salonika Jews out of Athens into the remote countryside.  “Pater Ev-lo-i-son Emas. Father bless us,” they chanted, their voices abruptly silenced by the sharp, staccato bursts of the machine guns.

“My daughter.” Athena felt strong hands on her shoulders. She raised her tear-stained face to see an old priest in the customary black robes, looking down at her. His bright blue eyes peered over his wire spectacles, his face creased in concern. “I am Father Nicholas. My child, how can I help you?” His English was quite good.

HOT excerpt from Capri's Fate - erotic fantasy by Daryl Devore

Warning - HOT - Sexy - excerpt - if you are below the age of 18 - scat
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Capri's Fate
Erotic contemporary fantasy
Blurb
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?
Excerpt - (if you read the blurb - this is where the "voice" follows her home) 

"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.


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BioDaryl Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two cats, a large salt water aquarium full of fish and some ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe across the back acres and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flew high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.
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Excerpt - Capri's Fate - erotic fanatsy by Daryl Devore

Getting everyone ready for the Authors in Bloom blog hop stating Monday - I thought I'd offer up a tasty nibble of my erotic fantasy - Capri's Fate.

Blurb -

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?

Excerpt -


Chapter One - CapriMy erotic adventure began the minute he whispered, "Do you happen to own a pair of red, fuzzy handcuffs?"
Well okay, it didn't exactly start there. If I'm going to be perfectly honest, I think it started with Kat's text: "Meet me at - insert name of five-star restaurant here." Kat is always getting me to take her out for expensive dinners. I don't mind, I'm a high paid executive, in a very large corporation, while she's a receptionist in a small dental office. Besides, I like good food and her company. Kat and I have been BFFs since third grade. We were in each other's wedding parties, and cried on each other's shoulders at our subsequent divorces. Now, we're each other's go to person whenever the mood strikes. Obviously, the mood struck and it involved my credit card. I texted back a reply –"Xavier's. 6 pm." ~ * * ~ Kat waited outside the restaurant when my cab pulled up to the curb. "Timing or what? I just got here."After the requisite cheek kiss we stepped up to the Maitre D'. He smiled his, I- must-be-friendly-because-they're-guests, smile and escorted us to our table. We ordered drinks and chatted. We talked about the weather, her new dress, my job—you know, just old—no, scratch old, put longtime—girlfriend stuff.After a diet conscious meal, followed by a calorie-loaded dessert, we waited outside for a taxi. "Do you trust me?" With a goofy grin on her face, Kat's dark chocolate mellowed-from-too-much-wine, eyes gazed at me.Having seen that innocent demeanor before; it meant nothing but trouble. I was a bit wary. Okay, a lot wary! The last time she'd gawked at me like that and asked the same brainless question, we ended up at a frat house beer slosh during Homecoming and I wasn't in college anymore.A cab pulled up and stopped. She grabbed my arm and dragged me into it. "Convention Center."I slid next to her and shut the car door. "What's at the convention center?" "That's the trust mebit." She raised her hands and flicked two fingers up and down at the words "trust me".You have to love air-quotes.I checked my Blackberry for messages then glanced at her. "Is this going to get me arrested? Again?"She shook her head."Is it going to get me hit on—again—by horny, beer-soaked, college drunks?"Kat giggled."Is that a yes or a no?""Nope. Not going to tell you. You need to trust me."Air quotes. Again.I stuffed my smartphone into my royal blue Coach purse. "Okay, let's see what the Fates have in store."A cold breeze tickled the back of my neck. What the hell? I twisted around, looking for what caused it. The windows were up. I doubted the AC was on, as it was early April, and still cool outside. I shook my head and settled back for the ride.Traffic picked up as we neared the convention center. The driver wormed his way through the congestion and parked at the curb by the main entrance. "Well, it seems like a popular attraction." I paid the cabbie, and we followed the crowd into the building. As I read the convention billboard, my feet froze to the sidewalk. I snapped my face in her direction. "Erotic Notions! The…the sex show!" 
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BioDaryl Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two cats, a large salt water aquarium full of fish and some ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe across the back acres and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flew high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.
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