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Sexy Red Hood is on the Book Indulgence Hop on Erotic Notions

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Welcome to Guilty Indulgence Blog hop. Love the button – hot guy and liquid chocolate. Yum!!!!! There is sexual content in this blog post. :-)

In my twisted fairy tale – Sexy Red Hood – Red has an indulgent  evening with a hot man and liquid chocolate. Enjoy.












ExcerptWill pounced on the bed, grabbed Red, rolled over and settled her on his hips. He reached out and pulled the cart next to the bed. Selecting a strawberry, he dipped it into the whipped cream and wiped it across her breast. Placing the berry to her mouth, he waited while she licked it clean then sucked it into her mouth and chewed. She bent over, lowering her cream covered breast to his mouth. He dragged his tongue across the slippery surface. Like a person licking an ice cream cone, he lapped at her nipple and breast. Red tested the chocolate with her finger, then scooped some with her hand and smeared it over her left nipple. Will grinned and ran his tongue across his upper lip, then did the same with his lower. Suckling the chocolate-covered hard pink nub, his tongue laved back and forth against it, then slowly pulled back, letting his lips slide across. Shifting herself off of Will's hips, Red knelt beside him then reached for the whipped cream. She dipped her finger into the bowl. Opening her mouth, she stuck her finger inside, closed her lips and pulled it partly out of her mouth, then slid it back in. Mimicking fucking her mouth with her finger, she used her other hand to gently stroke his balls. Carefully lifting the pot, she dribbled some warm, melted chocolate down his shaft. She put the pot back on the burner, lowered her head and just let the end of her tongue glide through the warm chocolate from the tip of his shaft to the base and back to the top. He squirmed. Running her lips along the side of his cock, she shook her head back and forth then with a quick move, opened her mouth and let her lips slip over him. A loud groan escaped his throat. Closing her lips around the base of his shaft, she pulled back, wiping the chocolate from his flesh. She swallowed and took another long swipe covering her lips with chocolate then swirling her tongue around her mouth to lick them clean. With most of the chocolate removed, she wrapped her hand around his shaft as her mouth sucked on the tip. With a good grip and an alternating pace, she slid her hand up and down, squeezing and releasing, slowing and speeding up. Guttural noises came from Will. Red couldn't tell if they were moans or growls, but from the thickness of his erection she knew he enjoyed it. He bucked into her mouth. She released her grip and pulled away. He rubbed his hands over his face. "Oh, shit that felt good."
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Michael Loring's Dystopian New Adult - Dehumanized - on Erotic Notions

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Blurb: Ryan Zachery lived his life the way all high school teenagers should – carefree. Until he was attacked by an unknown assailer and awoke in the hospital with lycanthropy. Taken by armed guards and dragged away from everything he held dear, Ryan was thrown into a US camp made for those ‘suffering’ from lycanthropy. They caged the beast, but now he will show them that he will never be dehumanized.Genre: Paranormal/Dystopian/New Adult

Chapter 1 Present Day Unknown, Canada.There was nothing quite like being attacked unannounced. The surprise of being hit without seeing it coming made it just a bit more painful. There would be a tiny moment of pure shock, when your heart nearly burst and your brain halted in an attempt to look back on what had just happened to determine what exactly it was. The shock, the confusion and the pain, made the experience all the more unpleasant. Ryan spat out the grime and muck that had entered his mouth as he was slammed down face-first to the ground. The man who had performed this very unpleasant act was standing over him and smirking smugly, holding up his fists in preparation of Ryan's countermove. He had caught the boy off guard, and had slammed his fist into the back of his head, sending him tumbling forward into the mud. Ryan growled, agitated at having been attacked unannounced and for no apparent reason. He jumped to his feet and charged the larger man head-first, tackling him to the ground. A crowd began to brew around the fighting pair as he drove his fists like hammer into the ugly man's face. Anger was bubbling beneath the surface, and nothing could stop him now that he was in motion. “Hey! Quit it!” The guards were trampling through the small crowd, their body armor giving them great leverage. Two men in black armor with tasers strapped to their hips restrained Ryan, pulling him into a lock and yanking him off the bloodied man lying in an unconscious heap on the ground. Two others tended to the unconscious man as he was dragged off to await punishment. Ryan struggled against the guard's grasp. He hated to be manhandled, and he knew that whatever punishment they dealt out would be unjust and cruel. It wasn't his fault the fight had started. The other man had thrown the first punch. He was just staring listlessly out through the barbed-wire fence at the silent forest when he was attacked. “Let me go!” he cried out, snarling and flailing about. The men had a firm grasp under his arms, hindering his general movement. Anger was stirring inside his gut, and it only angered him more to think he was not going to win this battle. He never did. The guards stripped him down and threw him into the Dungeon, a dark murky room with no lights or windows and only a bucket to use as a bathroom. They tossed him into the cold dark room and locked the door behind him before he could turn and try to run. He shivered, his naked body reacting to the temperature. The room was made specifically to be cold in order to 'properly' punish the delinquents. But due to the prisoners' increased body heat, they had to adjust the conditioners to an extremely low temp for it to truly effect the punished. Ryan slammed his fist into the metal door with a bark, not caring that he'd most likely broken a finger or two. It would heal in an hour, as would the gash on the back of his head. The wounds always heal. Be it an hour or two or three they healed to near perfection. Not a scar marred his flesh, except the mangled mark that ran between his shoulder and neck. He tenderly touched the scar on his neck as he turned and slunk down against the wall, ignoring the hot pain grating against his back as he did so. The scar was a large red gape in his flesh that ran from the end of his shoulder up to his neck and down to just a few inches above his nipple. It was all he would ever keep in this hell. He lost everything the day he gained this mark. His family, his friends, his home; they were all gone. He had been taken away from his family nearly two years ago. After being attacked by a large animalistic creature he was brought by a team of those bastard guards to this horrid place. At the time, neither he nor his family understood why he was being taken away, and were outraged to find out he was to be taken. He had fought tooth and nail to escape the men in black armor, but they had tasered him and left him unconscious until he found himself on the inside of a white van speeding across the country to this camp. Confused and terrified, he had tried to reason with them – telling them he shouldn't be here. He'd run up to every guard or scientist he saw and pleaded that it was a mistake. He wasn't one of those. He was just attacked by a...That had eluded him for a time. What he had seen that night was a monster, a terrible creature that was unfit to walk this earth. It had bitten him, leaving behind this glaring scar in the crook of his neck. His lips peeled back in disgust. It was confirmed the next full moon that what they believed him to be was what he really was.He had been locked away in a cage under the building alongside other cages filled with the other men and women of this place. Ryan had yelled, cried, and begged to be let free. He knew what was to come. The people around him were resigned to what lay ahead, some looking at him with interest, as if they had seen this a hundred times before. He had feared he'd be in danger with all of these monsters around him. But he shouldn't have worried, for when the moon came around he, too, fell and began to Change. Limbs and skin ripping and tearing into something that he could never accept. Something he'd fear for the rest of his life. A werewolf...As he adjusted his weight against the cold, hard stone wall he scowled at the memory of waking up to find he had gone on a similar rampage as the rest of the room's occupants. He was a werewolf. Infected by the disease that had swept the Nations in a flurry of fur and fang .Forever cursed, forever alone. Ryan sighed as he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But it was too hard, for his skin prickled and his nose caught the scent of the bucket in the corner. He groaned and slammed his hand against the wall again. They called this place a rehabilitation center, but the camp was more a prison than anything else. The dark room he was trapped in was a common punishment in prison systems, known as the “Hole.” The guards outside fondly referred to it as a “Dungeon” for its similarity to the prisons they kept people in under castles in medieval times. He had only been thrown in this place three times, excluding this one. The first time was upon his arrival when he punched out a guard in shock. He hadn't known why he was here, and he had still believed strongly that he wasn't a werewolf. They threw him in here and he puked at the strange smells that invaded his nose. The second and third times were both because of fights. Here in the camp there wasn’t much to do during recess – a designated time where the subjects, as the scientists preferred to call them, are allowed to roam a confined space outside to keep themselves in shape – other than fight. He had been, and still was, a favorite among the crowd to fight for the simple fact that he was so young. Most of the men were in their thirties or forties, as well as the women. He though was only nineteen, and as such was seen as an easier target for their brutality. Ryan ran his hand over the stubble of shaved hair atop his head and snorted, half in spite and half to try and get rid of the foul taste of dirt from his mouth. What had he done to deserve this? Of all the things he had done in life, what was it that sent him here? What made him what he is and why? I'll never know... and that's my downfall.

Michael LoringAuthors Bio: Michael Loring was born in Bristol, Connecticut, but has lived in a variety of places such as Florida and Tennessee. He likes to think of himself as an amateur Lycanthropologist, studying werewolves ever since he was eight years old when he first saw An American Werewolf In London. He spent most of his life switching between home school and public school, always focusing on his passion of writing no matter what. His interest in writing was sparked in the second grade when his teacher encouraged him to write short stories for the class, earning him more than one award at school assemblies for Creative Writing.He currently resides back in his birthplace of Connecticut with a house full of women who like to drive him up the wall until he finishes his chores. Though they seem to avoid him during the night of the full moon for some unexplainable reason…TAGLINE -  We will not be caged.Website - http://www.michaelloring.comAuthor’s LinksFB: https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Dehumanized/273293846073390Twitter: https://twitter.com/MichaelLoringGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6436758.Michael_LoringBlog: http://michaelloring.com/category/blog/The Writers Voice: http://ourbooksourvoice.blogspot.com/Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Michael-Loring/e/B008OACK24/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1374211565&sr=8-2
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Spotlight on Calculated Exposure by Holley Trent

Blurb: She went to Ireland looking for a muse, but found a mathematician instead.Photojournalist Erica Desoto has spent five weeks in Western Europe hoping for inspiration, with just one decent photo to show for her effort. And that shot was accidental. As her sabbatical comes to a close, she’s ready to give up on her portfolio altogether.Serial dater Curt Ryan isn’t looking for love...or even a distraction. With a PhD to finish and his family under intense scrutiny by the Irish press, he already has too much on his plate. But when his godchildren barrel into a pretty American who just happens to live a few hours from where he studies in North Carolina, a new distraction is exactly what he gets.Back in the States, Erica and Curt initiate an incendiary no-strings-attached affair that inevitably has both questioning what they want…and what they’re willing to do to get it. Mathematician Curt risks emotion clouding his logic. For Erica, keeping her muse close may mean embracing the exact things she ran from as a young woman. Is exposing their hearts a calculated risk both are willing to take?CONTENT WARNING: Contains Cubana snark, adult language, and explicit sex including back door loving.

A Kept Woman is on TRR's Fall Into Romance Hop on Erotic Notions

Welcome to 9 days of strolling though author/reviewer blogs looking for great books to read over the cool autumn nights that are about to set upon us.
This post has sexual content.

A Kept Woman was my first release and it's a wonderful book to snuggle up with. Here is a snippet of TRR's review - A KEPT WOMAN is a pretty interesting read! On the surface, it's somewhat offensive as Derek is essentially hiring a prostitute, and Arianne has become so desperate that she takes a job as his prostitute. There is so much more to this story, however!

The author has created multidimensional characters that keep the story hopping right along. The sex is pretty graphic, but it completely fits in with the storyline. These characters don't just fall in love as one would expect in a happily ever after. There are many roadblocks along their path to happiness! The secondary characters are wonderfully crafted and provide an interesting dimension to the story.

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 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?
HOT excerpt -

Tuesday at 1:59, she stood on the marble floor in front of the elevator doors and waited. As the clock in the dining room chimed the hour, she heard the swoosh of the elevator. The doors opened. One step inside the apartment, she placed a hand on Derek’s chest and stopped him. He had to move to avoid being pinched by the closing doors. “Kind of in a rush today,” she said. “No time or need for either of us to get undressed.” She unzipped his pants and reached inside. While her hand stroked him to life, her eyes locked onto the puzzled ice blue spheres before her. Refusing to blink or look away, she visually challenged him. His breath quickened as she aroused the animal lust in him. She dropped his slacks and undershorts to his ankles then lowered herself to her knees and covered his swelling penis with tiny kisses. When she had aroused him to a full erection she lapped at him like he was an ice cream cone. Up, down, up and down again—she covered his shaft with long licks, teasing bites and soft kisses. When he was completely wet, she slipped the tip into her mouth. Holding him there she grazed his bare ass with her fingernails. His whole body quivered. Unhurried, she moved her head, gripping him with her lips and releasing it with a soft touch. After making a circle around him with her finger and thumb, she lowered her mouth as far as she could then continued the movement with her hand. Pulling her hand back up to her lips, she slid back to his tip then lowered her head and hand again. Her fingers reached between his legs and stroked his testicles. Goose bumps covered his body. When he tried to move she pressed him back against the elevator door. Using a light touch all the way through her coordinated stroke, she kept the pressure steady. He dropped his head as soft growls escaped from his throat. His fingers wrapped around her hair as he pulled her closer, trying to get deeper into her.Her speed and pressure increased as the rest of her fingers wrapped around his engorged penis and mimicked the efforts of her mouth. His hips bucked into her. She glanced up. He was watching her mouth pleasure him. His breaths came in short sharp pants and his face had lost its professional coolness. It was focused on the delicious delights her mouth, lips and hand provided him. His eyes fluttered shut as his breathing became deeper. Her left hand alternated from clawing his ass to caressing and squeezing his testicles. She froze. With a groan of frustration, his knees buckled. “Don’t stop.” Slowly she slid her lips up the length of his cock, slipped him out of her mouth and kissed the tip. She could taste he was near his climax. “More?” she asked. He gripped the arch way for support and nodded. “I could ask you for anything in the world right now and you’d give it to me, wouldn’t you?”“Yes.”


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Interview with M Stillman and Genesis Deflowered

Let's all welcome Matthew Stillman, Genesis Deflowered Tell us some things  about yourself.1. Born and bred New York City kid – born in an apartment on the East Village. Raised in an occult bookstore. Now lives in Harlem.2. Used to develop programming for Food Network (a cable network in the US)3. I conceived of, wrote the treatment for and co-produced my first (and at this point only) film called “The End of Poverty?” about the origins of poverty and why it persists in a world with so much wealth. It premiered at the Cannes Film Festival and went to 40 festivals around the world. I spoke at the UN four times about the film and its ideas.4. Since 2009 I have regularly been sitting in Union Square in New York City with two folding chairs and a table with a sign reading “Creative Approaches To What You Have Been Thinking About” and a smaller one that reads “Pay What You Like or Take What You Need”. I've spoken with over 3000 people helping them look at all sorts of issues in creative ways.5. I am training to become a Crossfit trainer6. I have been studying and performing long form improvisational comedy since 1996. Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Was there a moment when you first thought "I'm a writer."? I actually don't identify as a writer. I happen to write quite a lot. But writing is just something I do – it isn't who I am. Some people love to write and treasure their time with the words and the page. Broadly speaking, that isn't me. I am more excited by the ideas and usefulness of what I write about and the writing itself is just the process I need to work with to get those ideas out.What genre(s) do you write in? I suppose what I write most about is personal development in various forms. But “Genesis Deflowered” is my first work of interpretive fiction...or what I am calling “Biblical Erotica”Have many books have you written? List names of published books?“Genesis Deflowered” is my first full length book.  What's Genesis Deflowered about? In “Genesis Deflowered” I have taken the King James Bible's version of Genesis and added text to it to explore the erotic spaces that are hinted at but never really explored in Genesis. But the text I have added is written in that poetic and chaste Elizabethan/Jacobean style.Essentially I have turned Genesis into an erotic novel. All the stories we all know are there and in tact.So the book is about the creation of the world, Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel, Noah and the Ark, the Tower of Babel, Abraham, Jacob, Isaac, Rachel, Rebecca, Joseph and dozens of other characters and their very human erotic lives.What is your favourite moment in the story (one that doesn’t give away any secrets) There are so many fascinating and complicated relationships in Genesis but Isaac truly has a pure love for Rebecca. The night they consummate their relationship is actually very touching and I think it stands out among all of the many sex scenes.Have any of your characters ever been based on people you knew from real life? Not that I know of!Short question time.Favourite ice cream – shocker – I actually don't like ice cream, actually. I'd rather food than dessert any day of the week.Dream vacation – Last summer I went to Asturias in the North of Spain. I'd go back there in a second. But give me northern Italy and give me...oh, just give me travel.Least favourite food – anything that comes in a box with an ingredient list longer than four items. What super power would you like to be granted. Why? When I was a kid I was a big comic book fan. Cypher (a member of the New Mutants) was one of my favorites and I was really sad when he was killed off. His power was a perfect understanding of any language – written, spoken, animal, alien etc. He could not only understand and communicate that language, he could communicate at the highest level.I'd want that one.Buy Links – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E32SEBS
Blurb - Where many see the Bible as the pathway to Heaven, others say it should be covered in a brown paper bag because it is so, so filthy.
There are hundreds of sex acts implied in the first book of the bible. How has nobody ever described how each of them would have played out in biblical language? If the writers and translators of the Bible had been a little less prudish we might have an entirely different relationship between sex and religion than we have now. In Genesis there is sex before marriage, threesomes, incest, group sex, kinky fetish cuckolding, gay sex and more. Isn't it time that you read the Bible for the dirty parts?
Using the seminal King James Bible in its Elizabethan English as spring board,"Genesis Deflowered" makes the beginning of the Bible come out as a sexy, readable and fun erotic novel.
Excerpt
And Abram hearkened to the voice of Sarai. And Sarai Abram’s wife took Hagar her maid the Egyptian, after Abram had dwelt ten years in the land of Canaan, and gave her to her husband Abram to be his wife. And Sarai sent Hagar to Abram with gladness, and spied upon their tent as Abram knew Hagar.
And Abram went in unto Hagar, and ate of her fruit. Abram rejoiced with glad tidings in the breasts of Hagar; for he had longed for her newness. And Hagar in her newness hungered for Abram like a calf for milk. The secret ways of the Egyptians were known by Hagar; and her thighs did tell of those secrets. And as she spied upon the secrets that Hagar knew in the dark tent, the waters of Sarai gently ran; and her breast was of fire. But the secrets vexed her; and she craved to know, and to see them clearly. And Abram anointed his pillar, so that it might support the temple of Hagar. And his pillar did bow at the jewel at the temple gate; and his oil did spill. And Hagar tasted of his oil, but kept the sacrifice for her self; and Hagar was full of hope. And, lo, she conceived. And when Hagar saw that she had conceived, her mistress was despised in her eyes; for Hagar wanted Abram for herself alone. And Sarai knew this, and said unto Abram, My wrong be upon thee: I have given my maid into thy bosom; and when she saw that she had conceived, I was despised in her eyes: the LORD judge between me and thee; for I only desire to be treasured by thee, and the LORD alone. But Abram said unto Sarai, Behold, thy maid is in thy hand; do to her as it pleaseth thee. And Sarai said to Abram that Hagar the Egyptian had sworn an oath to her, and had forgotten it for she hadst seen Hagar taste what was not to be tasted.

Demethius Jackson and The Realmist Conquest on Erotic Notions

The Realmsic Conquest: The Hero of LegendDemethius Jackson
Blurb:From its establishment the Realm has remained the only magical kingdom in existence. As a result, it has never known peace. Although the kingdom has never fallen, it must now defend against the Warlord Damian – a brilliantly merciless conqueror who uses history as a weapon. Rallying those resentful of the Realm’s magic, Damian has amassed a Legion of Warriors – the largest military force ever assembled.
The Kingdom’s defeat is imminent!
Maebus, the Realm’s newest King, has only ruled for six days. Yet he must now lead the magical Realmsic Kingdom through its most perilous conflict ever.
Additional BackgroundThe first Realmsic Conquest book was a fully-rhyming epic adventure that was published in July of 2010.  The purpose of using rhyme was to create a rhythmic ambiance that truly captured the mood and magic of the original story.  Shortly after publishing, the rhyming epic developed a following of thousands, and I began receiving emails asking about the backgrounds of the characters and the storyline.  This prompted me to write Hero of Legend, which is a non-rhyming literary novel that delves deeper into the characters and discloses the origin of the Realm – the only magical kingdom in existence.
Excerpt: OUT THE CORNER OF HIS EYE, King Maebus thought he saw a flicker of lightning. Thunder wasn’t uncommon this time of year. But weather had nothing to do with this impending storm. He’d watched the dark clouds slowly gather over a period of time. Where normally his life was filled with relative repose, he now observed the rain pour from the sky like a flood of emotion.
Listening to the water droplets splat against his balcony, he stood in silence while taking in the horizon of the only magical kingdom in existence. The Realm. Such beauty on its surface; such terror in its heart. Maebus sighed a great breath as he contemplated the duality of both.
Thoughts inundated his mind as rapidly as the falling rain. Yet, within the present moment, the King felt relaxed. For what it was worth, still moments in time were the closest he’d ever come to knowing peace. As elusive as they were, he learned to cherish them. The Realmsic Kingdom, with its history of continuous war, was filled with endless uncertainty. Stillness, he discovered, was all anyone ever really possessed.
For thousands of years, the natural condition of the Realm had been the unyielding state of war. According to those who knew history, it was the discovery of magic that initially divided the Realmsic people. Those who based their lives around the use of magic referred to themselves as Wizards. Those who shunned energy manipulation preferred to be called Laymen, which to them meant, Common Man.
Escalating tension between the two communities resulted in brutal skirmishes. Both sides, having claimed their natural right to the Realm, refused to leave it. Full-scale war ensued over the land, and also over the Realmsic Crystal—the source of all magic. Years of mutual suffering eventually led to a compromise. At the historic Conference of Amity, laws were established for the protection of both communities. Going forward, magic would only be used practically and would be governed in the form of a monarchy. The Realmsic Kingdom, as it was later named, would be a nonbiased entity structured for the benefit of all. Wizards would select a Layman King or Queen, who in return would select a Grand Wizard-Realmsic Advisor. A council comprised of members from both communities would guide them in creating laws for regulating the fair use of magic.
Because of this arrangement, the Realm experienced a techno-magical revolution, producing a surge of mechanical inventions that were fueled by magic. Eventually, conflicts within the Realm diminished significantly. However, insatiable greed and fear of magic continued to flourish, and war never officially ended. Centuries passed, the Wizard-Laymen conflict continued, and conquerors seeking the crystal were met and ultimately defeated. But now, Maebus—the new Realmsic King, found himself facing the volatile headwinds of the Realm’s greatest storm yet.
“Magic … both our blessing and our curse,” a voice said from behind him, disrupting his thoughts. Maebus turned swiftly to discover a dark-hooded man standing just a few feet away from him.
“Did I interrupt you, brother?” Kelm asked.
“Never. But I didn’t hear you come in.”
The man removed his hood, revealing a tempered smile. They greeted each other with clasped hands. Grand Wizard Kelm was not only Advisor to the kingdom; he was also Maebus’ life-long trusted friend.
Kelm walked past Maebus and leaned forward against the balcony. He focused as far as his eyes could see through the rain.
“A storm is coming,” he said.
“Unfortunately, a storm is already here,” Maebus replied.
He joined Kelm and pointed in the direction of the distant Western Nations.
“War is upon us.”
The Grand Wizard chuckled to himself.
“When is it not, Maebus? For two thousand years, our history has been a string of conflicts and conquerors.”
“True. But not like this. Not like him.”
Kelm said nothing in response, for he knew Maebus was right. No matter how much he tried to trivialize his own anxiety, his own fear, Kelm repeatedly found himself face to face with the unequivocal truth. Their defeat was inevitable. Never in history had the kingdom ever fallen. Yet, never had there been an enemy such as Damian.
The Wizard’s eyes intensified as he concentrated upon the well-worn features of his friend.
“Does he worry you?” Kelm asked.
Maebus shook his head no. “It’s not the man who worries me,” he replied. “It’s the fervor in his voice. It’s the intensity of his influence. Almost overnight, one man spawned a Legion of Warriors. With them, he now unleashes indiscriminant, disciplined death. Where previous conquerors have demonstrated haste, this man is poised; his tactics, erratic yet calculated, intricate yet unsympathetic. Our Realmsic Army is sharpened by centuries of physical combat. But it isn’t men they now fight against. It’s ideology.”
“Yes,” the Grand Wizard said, “but at the basis of all ideology, there exists one fatal flaw. Man’s own desire to be more than he is. The Warlord’s tactics are different, I agree. But his motives are the same as those who came before him. Beyond his pretty words and promises is nothing more than common greed.”
As Maebus contemplated this, he walked from the balcony back into his chamber. He’d only recently become King. Therefore, it was no surprise he still found the chamber of a King to be somewhat uncomfortable. Its royal décor, passed down from generations, felt like it belonged to someone else. The shaded skies outside did little to illuminate its interior. Aside from a single candle flame flickering its resistance against a cold draft, the room was blanketed in shadowy darkness.
Maebus sighed yet again. “To his people,” he said, “this man’s greatness is impervious. It’s with that passion that they fight.”
Kelm stood centered within the balcony doorway, his form silhouetted by the drab grayness behind him.
Maebus continued, “We would be wise to acknowledge the unity they’ve created. Think of it, Kelm: thousands of individually focused minds, all in one harmonious agreement to destroy us.”
Kelm laughed uneasily. “I would consider it a beautiful notion, if it didn’t mean our own demise.”
The King chuckled also, followed by brief silence.
“Maebus …” Kelm’s eyes quickly filled with concern, “an attack upon the kingdom is imminent. Swords and magic will not be enough to face it. How are we to defend it when this man comes?”
Maebus thought a moment before he answered. “I have a plan, but I need to speak with the council.”
Kelm pointed to the door.
“They’re already waiting.”
Authors Bio: Demethius Jackson is a fiction writer from Washington, DC. He is the author of The Realmsic Conquest book series, which chronicles the struggles of the only magical kingdom in existence.
Jackson is an alumnus of American University’s School of Communications. Through his ten year career, his written works have spanned numerous forms of media such as music and television. He has also held positions at global media and cinema companies.

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Welcome to my virgin posting on Sexy Snippets. This post has sexual content.

From my erotic contemporary - A Kept Woman.

Setting - Arianne and Derek are making love on a Caribbean beach.



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. 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.” 
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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 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?
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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Daryl Devore's A Kept Woman on My Sexy Saturday

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. My snippet is from my first book - A Kept Woman.

setting - Derek has had a bad day and has gone to a bar.



“Women are such pains.” Derek tossed some money on the bar and took a gulp of beer.“Bulletin,” recently divorced Linc, shouted to the few patrons in the bar. “Derek’s broken up with his woman of the month.” A buxom waitress wiggled her way past and pressed her ample, naked breasts up against Derek’s back. His groin sent him an, Easy fuck alert.“You promised I’d be your next girl.” said a pouty little voice.Derek turned on his bar stool, and was chest to chest with Trixie. His hands cupped her breasts. “Beautiful. Full and very suckable.”The bartender cuffed Derek across the back of the head. “How many times do I gotta tell you? Don’t touch the girls.”Derek dropped his hands. Trixie ain’t no girl. She’s worked here too long. Any girlness was gone years ago. He grabbed his two beers. “Come on guys, table over there. Game’ll be starting soon and I gotta get drunk.”


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Spotlight on Vicki Wilkerson's Bikers and Pearls

  Bikers and Pearls

  Vicki Wilkerson
 

Praise for Bikers and Pearls:“A sweetly Southern story with a deep heart.” –Deborah Smith, New York Times bestselling author of A Place to Call Home
 Blurb: Who said tempting a sweet Southern belle would be easy?When rebel biker Bullworth Clayton gets tangled up with pastel-and-pearls-clad April Church, sparks fly. Sure, April would clearly rather work with anyone else, but if teaming up with Bull means a successful charity event for a sick little boy they both care about, then so be it.April is baffled at how drawn she is to the leather-wearing, tattooed Bull—he just doesn’t fit with her simple, safe, country-club life. And as much as the handsomely rugged man tempts her, she still can’t shake the images of the tragic motorcycle accident from her past, which left her scarred and her father broken.Bull tempts her to don a pair of leather pants and go for a ride with him, while April desperately tries to resist her attraction to the wild side and keep her exploits hidden from her small town. Will they be able to navigate their differences and find a middle road to love?   Vicki is a native of the Charleston, South Carolina, Lowcountry and loves to share her enchantment with the area with readers through her writing. Even in childhood, she enjoyed penning stories and poems—no doubt fueled by her grandfather's enthusiasm for telling tales himself. Where else—but in the South—could one find the interesting blend of salt water, eerie swamps, unwritten traditions and unique characters? In her spare time, she loves traveling, spending weekends at her family's lake house, playing golf and cooking (with lots of wine). Visit Vicki at http://www.vickiwilkerson.com .GoodReads| Twitter  Buy links:

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Katalina Leon and Lord Griffin's Prize on Erotic Notions

Lord Griffin’s PrizeKatalina Leon
Part of the Emerald Isles Fantasies seriesAn Irish warlord under a witch’s enchantment…Tullamore Castle Ireland is an enchanted place where the unexpected happens. Phantom lovers materialize in haunted beds and a lonely griffin patrols the ramparts waiting to reclaim its mate. And that’s just the beginning.For the adventure of a lifetime Maeve de’Burgo visits Tullamore to study genealogy. Through a magical act and time travel she becomes embroiled in a dangerous medieval romance and the unfinished life of her ancestor. Maeve gets thrown back in time to be captured, ravished and cherished as a war chief’s prize.Ronan O’Griofa is a griffin-shifter, the most loyal of creatures. He’s been trapped in limbo as the avenging guardian of Tullamore since 1332 AD and longs to be free. When the soul of his wife returns to the castle he’s granted the privilege of becoming a man for one day to be her lover, win her heart and remind Maeve of a bond strong enough to last an eternity.   Adult Excerpt:

(In this scene Maeve has been in the O’Griofa suite for less than an hour, but she’s already become infatuated with Lord O’Griofa’s portrait, traveled back in time to a castle under siege, released the pain of a failed marriage and hallucinated that a griffin is walking the castle grounds. It’s been a very eventful night. She’s exhausted and jetlagged. When she climbs into the notorious O’Griofa “griffin bed” things really heat up.)…She walked around the room, making sure the door was locked and switching off the few lights still lit. The fading red embers of the fire glowed. The fire’s soft illumination was lovely and provided just enough light to see. An errant sliver of moonlight cut across the room and lit Lord O’Griofa’s portrait.Maeve pulled the covers back and climbed into the massive bed, which could have comfortably slept several adults. She gazed up at the silk canopy. The viridian curtains surrounding the bed were woven with a subtle pattern that suggested to her tired eyes the faintest hint of feathery wings.She noticed that the bed curtains could be drawn around the bed to either block light or create an oasis of privacy. She drew the curtains in hopes of preventing the first rays of dawn from waking her too early. She allowed her head to sink deep into the lush pile of pillows and sighed with pleasure that the bed felt as good as it looked.She stretched across the crisp sheets with her eyes squeezed shut, wishing she had the energy or will to take off the bulky bathrobe, but before she could rouse herself to act she became aware of the warm weight of a solidly built man pressing down on her.As if by magic a naked man materialized beneath the bedcovers. His warm skin radiated the faint but unmistakable scent of musk. He unknotted the robe and pushed the fabric aside, baring her breasts. A soft sigh crossed his lips.She made a halfhearted attempt to stop him.With gentle but decisive action, he took hold of her wrists and slowly slid her arms above her head, pinning her beneath him.She gulped a startled breath as he parted her legs with his knee. The sensations were real. The wet tip of his heavy erection brushed between her thighs. She started to cry out in surprise.“Hush,” the man whispered. He grazed his lips against the side of her cheek. “Don’t wake, my love—this is only a dream.” The man’s comforting voice was pure reassurance. “I’ve been waiting so long for you.”“Ronan?” She relaxed.“Who else comes to your bed?” A quiet laugh crossed his lips as if it were a casual joke that often passed between them. He released his hold on her wrists. “Wrap your arms around me and make me feel loved.” He leaned close and his warm breath flooded the side of her throat. “I need you, Maeve.”A shudder of desire seized her, impossible to deny. The man’s voice was drenched with longing and coaxed myriad buried feelings to surface. She realized that every lover should plead for touch with this much conviction, yet so few did.Dream or not, it had been ages since she’d felt sensations so fiery and she couldn’t resist giving in. The dream man—Ronan or whoever he was—felt so good that she found herself wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and drawing him close. The silky hair on his chest glided against her breasts. In a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, she reached down, took hold of his shaft and guided him between her legs. She rubbed the head of his cock against her with slow strokes, until he was slick and her clit peaked. Without further prompting she allowed him to glide inside.“Oh Maeve.” A husky groan escaped his lips as he sank deep.She arched beneath him and twined a smooth leg around his hip, wishing he’d start moving and pay out on the building excitement he’d caused. She skimmed the length of his muscular back with open palms before gripping his solid butt and pressing down with a demanding little push that said “get going”.He moved with caution.She tried to glimpse his face in the shadows but saw nothing beyond a vague silhouette. It excited her to be with a complete stranger. She’d never done such a thing and it really didn’t matter because this was just a dream. It was so freeing to give in to raw lust. “Fuck me,” she whispered.“What a salty tongue you have.” He sounded amused as he nipped her throat. His lips lingered on her skin. “You’re sweet as heaven but you talk like a devil.” He took several long strokes, pumping his hips faster. The muscles of his back coiled and his breath sped. He was big and solid and the animal strength of his graceful body took her breath away. Each movement was controlled and decisive and every inch of his body tensed. “I can’t hold back.” A moment later he bolted into action like a racehorse sprinting. “Sorry, love. This is going to be sweet and swift.” He gripped her shoulders as his body covered hers and moved with fierce strokes.The thick shaft of his cock glided against her wet clit at the perfect angle. She lifted her hips off the bed to intensify the sensation. “That’s good.” She encouraged him to move with her. She grabbed on to the hard muscles of his butt and pushed down with force. The brisk stroke of his cock brought her moaning to the edge. “I’m right there.” A beautiful rush of sensations heated her blood as the easiest, quickest climax of her life carried her away and left her limp with pleasure. “Ah...”He lifted Maeve’s thigh higher and sank deep. A quiet growl vibrated low in his throat. He tipped his head back and arched as he came hard. The man trembled and nearly collapsed against her, with a dewy sheen of sweat on his skin. He brushed his face against her cheek and she felt a gritty hint of stubble.Alarm shot through her. Those details felt all too real. She feared this couldn’t possibly be a dream. No dream was this vivid. She pushed against his shoulders and tried to get a better look at him.“Am I crushing you?” He rose on his elbows so she could move and brushed his fingertips against her cheek. “That was wonderful. I wish I could stay inside you all night, but I can’t.”A chill shivered across her skin. “Why can’t you?”
“Because it’s not night anymore, it’s morning.” The man evaporated in front of her eyes and the warm bed covers slumped on top of her with a swoosh as he exited.Maeve bolted upright and smacked the empty covers with her palm. The man had vanished. The bed curtains remained drawn and still. Her bathrobe was open and the bedding was rumpled but beyond that only the faintest scent of salty sweat betrayed that he had ever been there.She reached between her drenched thighs with caution and touched. Without doubt a man had been with her. What the hell was going on?The quiet scratch of what sounded like claws against the wooden floor made her freeze. She drew a tense breath, listened with laser focus and heard a soft snort and what sounded like the padding of heavy paws crossing the room. A noise like an animal snuffling the fire grate made her blood run cold.Now she was fully awake and certain this was no dream. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Beyond the bed curtains, someone or something was moving around the suite.She drew the bed curtain aside a crack and peered out. The room was illuminated by the faint rays of an overcast dawn.Near the fireplace beside the mantel, she saw a large animal the size of a male lion with black sweeping wings folded behind its back. The creature turned to the side, revealing the lethally curved beak of an eagle and keen, dark eyes. She gasped in awe and immediately covered her mouth with her hand.The griffin.The creature glanced over its shoulder stealthily, as if it were aware of her presence, and reached toward the wedding ring she had left as an offering. It picked up the ring with its hooked beak. The griffin tossed the ring into the air and swallowed it with a quick gulp.She bit her lip to keep from gasping aloud.The griffin turned and walked through the heavy wooden door, which posed no physical barrier. It passed through the locked door with the same ease as if it were walking through fog, and disappeared.“Oh my God!” Maeve trembled with shock. “What just happened?”She threw the bed curtains back, leaped off the mattress and ran toward the door while tying the bathrobe around her waist. She grabbed the doorknob and rattled it. The knob did not budge and she saw that the door was latched from the inside.She turned and ran toward the mantel. Her gaze went straight to the clawed feet of the stone griffin. The wedding ring was gone. She reached out and felt the empty spot with her fingertips to reassure herself that this moment of utter madness was real. “I’m losing my mind. This isn’t good.”She focused her gaze with suspicion on the disheveled bed before ricocheting like a bullet toward Lord O’Griofa’s portrait. Had all that been real too? Had she made love to a phantom?“Nope. That’s too much crazy,” she said it aloud in a calm voice. There was no way a man from the distant past had materialized in bed and fucked her breathless with tender gusto. It was a thrilling but improbable fantasy.It was more likely she’d been ignoring her true feelings and physical needs for so many months that she’d gone temporarily nuts. “Strange fantasy men in the bed” crazy was a bad development. That level of cuckoo should never happen again. It was obvious to her that dire needs must be addressed. She realized she should buy a vibrator on this vacation and start using it ASAP.Fucking hunky medieval phantoms was without doubt a sign she needed to get off more often than she had been lately—which was not at all. She was pent-up. This situation simply wasn’t acceptable. She was a loaded gun ready to explode, for God’s sake. What was next? Would she throw herself at the first interesting man who crossed her path? In her current wounded-prey state of mind she knew that would definitely be a mistake. To make sure this type of weirdness didn’t happen again, a vibrator was a must, and she promised herself she’d get one soon.Beyond the tall, narrow windowpane, the sun broke through a thick layer of cloud, lighting the morning sky in brilliant shades of blue and gold.Maeve smoothed the bed covers. There would be no pretense of going back to sleep. Besides, she didn’t dare to climb back into that bed until she’d had a sobering cup of coffee and a long talk with her love-starved libido…(Maeve dresses and heads downstairs and guess who she runs into walking the castle grounds dressed in contemporary clothing? Oh yes, it’s very awkward. How can she tell a stranger that she just finished having sex in her dreams with someone who looks and sounds just like him…Poor Maeve.)Lord Griffin’s Prize is part of the Emerald Isle Fantasies book series and is available now from Ellora’s Cave. Be sure to check out the entire Emerald Isle Fantasies books series. It includes lots of talented Ellora’s Cave authors and loads of steamy, Irish enchantment. You can’t go wrong!Jennifer LaRose “Phantom Mischief”Rebecca Royce “Crimson Lust”Dena Garson “Ghostly Persuasion”And much more to come…Ellora’s Cave:http://www.ellorascave.com/series/emerald-isle-fantasies.html
 I’m an artist, an author, mother and wife. I write for Ellora’s Cave, Loose Id Publishing and a couple new publishers to be announced soon. I try to bring a touch of the mystical and a big sense of adventure to everything I write because I believe there’s a bold, kick-ass heroine inside all of us who wants to take a wild ride with a strong worthy hero.
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