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Spotlight with Brenda Dyer and her latest release Prophecy's Child (Book #2-The Prophecy Series)

His secret will shatter her world.Katherine Colby’s life splintered ten years ago when her lover suddenly vanished, leaving her with more than a broken heart. But when Kal unexpectedly makes an appearance, her safe, dependable existence is shattered once more. Drawn into Kal’s deadly world of vampires and demons, she must now put aside her hurt and anger and learn to trust him. Can she forgive past deceptions and find the courage to love again? Or will she turn away the one man who owns her heart and soul?
Her secret will change his life.
Powerful, and lethal, Kal is a vampire warrior, sworn to protect humans from demons. Loving Katherine too much to pull her into his dangerous world, Kal deserted her, believing his decision was best for them both. But not even time could assuage his yearning for the woman who has captured his heart. As fate tosses them together once again, Kal must fight to win Katherine’s trust and forgiveness before evil separates them forever. But is he ready to become the man she needs him to be? Or will he lose the one woman he can’t live without?

EXCERPT
Once on the veranda, Kal sat on a white wicker loveseat. He pulled his coat tight against him, warding off the cool, damp air. The moon shone through the trees, and stars studded the ebony sky. If his heart weren’t so full of dread and remorse, he’d take Katherine for a walk later around the grounds. Even though the real beauty of the gardens was asleep for the winter, the yard still held a certain charming quality.Not going to happen. Once Katherine found out about the prophecy, she’d never want to speak to him again, let alone go for a loving stroll.His mother’s voice pulled him back to the business at hand. “Son. What is it you have to tell me?”“Here goes,” he whispered more to himself. “Um…ten years ago I met and fell in love with a human woman. To make a long story short, I left her for reasons I’m not getting into. Anyway, we unexpectedly ran into each other. I found out I have a son.”Silence followed his speech. Shit, maybe she’d fainted?“Mom? Ya still there?”He heard her inhale, but she didn’t answer.“Did you hear what I said? You have a grandson.”“I don’t have a grandson.” Her angry reply hissed into his ear, ripping a chuck out of his heart. “I will not accept this…this half-breed as one of my bloodline.”Cold rage filled him. His fingers clenched around the phone. “Don’t speak about my son that way.”“How did this happen?”“You were mated and had two children. Do you really need me to explain it, Mother?”“How could you do this to me? All the hard work I’ve put in, searching for a suitable mate for you, and you ruin it.” She paused. “How do you know this…child is yours?”Kal closed his eyes, trying to control his building temper. “He’s a vampire. Plus, he looks exactly like Kedric and me when we were younger.”“Oh sweet Vampier, father to all vampires. Please lend me strength.”Whisperings in their native tongue tickled his ear. His righteous mother prayed to her gods. Try praying for your soul, Mother, because you’re being a royal bitch.The quiet mumblings stopped, and her hard tone was back in action. “Take him from the mother. We can make this work. Of course, I will have to inform the females I’ve chosen for you of this…atrocity, yet after all, you are a respected warrior from the fifth clan. As long as we make it clear your son will not be in line to be your heir, it shouldn’t be a problem. Although, I think it would be wise if he lived elsewhere. I can set him up in a nice house and hire staff to take care of him. He’ll be well provided for. This way it shouldn’t interfere with your upcoming marriage.”Shock over her cold and calculating words made him sick to his stomach. “Wow, Mother. You have it all figured out. But for one thing.”“What’s that?”“The only wedding that’ll take place is one between Katherineand me. That’s her name, if you were wondering. And obviously you didn’t hear me. I love her.”“Oh, son. You can’t mean that. She’s a human—she’s beneath you. Don’t sacrifice your happiness, because you feel a misguided sense of moral responsibility toward her.”
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Author Bio

Brenda Dyer lives in the small town of Sooke off the coast of British Columbia with her husband, two teenage boys, and an assortment of animals.She is a graduate from LongRidge Writers group.When she isn't writing you can find her out in her gardens or working with her two miniature horses.Brenda loves to hear from readers. If you would like to contact her, visit her website.
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BrendaMDyerTwitter: https://twitter.com/BrendaMDyerWebsite: http://www.brendamdyer.comBlog: http://www.brendamdyer.blogspot.com

Review His Passion, Her Temptation (Dominating BDSM Billionares #4) by Malia Mallory

"His Passion, Her Temptation"
Author: Malia Mallory
Genre: Erotic Romance
Pages: 120
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: July 1, 2013
Author's Website

Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb:
Granger Pharma executive Monica Granger is hiding her relationship from her family. She has to. Her lover is the son of her father's biggest business rival. Ben Coron is more than Monica can resist; he's everything she's ever wanted - including dominant in bed.

But when Coron Health makes a play for Granger Pharma, Monica's relationship--and her life--blow wide open. She loses her job, and her family rejects her. Someone's stealing Granger's vital trade secrets, and worse, Monica's brother is dodging attempts on his life.

Their passion is too strong to keep Monica and Ben apart for long. They must thwart the takeover and heal the rift between their families. If they don't, they'll never trust one another enough to pursue the dominance and submission they both need.

My Review:
Once again not at all the direction I thought the author would have gone with the series. I was actually looking forward to more Anne and Jonah (from book 3 of the series). Those two are definitely my favorite of the series. His Passion, Her Temptation continues to be an erotic, fun and mysterious addition to the series that any fan of the genre will enjoy.
Ben and Monica meet at a mutual friend’s party and hit it off right from the bat. They get to know one another and find out that their families have a sort of…history. I history that is forever scarred into the minds of Monica and her family. But can history just be left at that? In the past and forgotten so that all may live in the present and actually enjoy life and all if has to offer?

Even though this is a part of a series it can be read as a stand-alone. But there are a few things it might ruin for the reader if they decide to go back and read the others in the series (just some FYI) :)


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Review Make Mine a Cowboy (Cowboy Dreamin' #1) by Sandy Sullivan

"Make Mine a Cowboy"
Author: Sandy Sullivan
Genre: Western/Romance
Pages: 168
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: June 5, 2013
Author's Website

Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb:
Mesa Arraguso writes about hot cowboys for a living. Being a romance writer has it perks and its drawbacks. She spends a lot of time alone in front of her computer, but she gets to fantasize about incredibly hot men wearing cowboy boots and Stetsons. While visiting San Antonio, Texas for a writer’s conference, she finds herself stranded on the back roads of Bandera only to be rescued by one of the most gorgeous men she’s ever encountered, be it fantasy or for real.

Joel Young is a cowboy. From the top of his Stetson to the tip of his dirty cowboy boots, he’s cowboy through and through. Along with rescuing women when they do silly things like running out of gas miles from town on a dirt road, he spends his days herding cattle, fixing fences and breaking horses.

Can one handsome cowboy and a city-girl from LA find common ground is the Hill Country long enough to see beyond a quick fling?
My Review:
A good start to a new series. It sure has some hot cowboys and some erotic cowboy lovin’! Many fans of the genre will enjoy Mesa and Joel’s story.
Mesa is a western romance writer that’s never really gotten to experience the ‘real west’. She runs into a bit of bad luck during a book convention. She finds herself stranded in strange territory only to be rescued by a hunk of a cowboy named Joel...
Joel is a good looking single cowboy that’s not looking for anything or anyone permanent in his life (as far as relationships). Why would he? No strings attached relationships work perfectly fine for him. No fuss, no muss. From the moment he finds Mesa stranded in the middle of a storm. Then pressed against him as he brings her to safety. He finds himself taken by her like never before. But how does she feel about him?
There are 8 other brothers besides Joel in this story and I’m thinking there just might be a story for each of them in this series (sweet!) I’m very happy about this because I find myself VERY curious about quite a few of them. All-in-all, Make Mine a Cowboy is a sweet romance with a nice erotic kick and a great HEA. I look forward to seeing where the author will go next!




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Review/Spotlight/Giveaway with Sandy Sullivan author of Make Mine a Cowboy (Cowboy Dreamin' 1)

Book Blurb:

Mesa Arraguso writes about hot cowboys for a living. Being a romance writer has it perks and its drawbacks. She spends a lot of time alone in front of her computer, but she gets to fantasize about incredibly hot men wearing cowboy boots and Stetsons. While visiting San Antonio, Texas for a writer’s conference, she finds herself stranded on the back roads of Bandera only to be rescued by one of the most gorgeous men she’s ever encountered, be it fantasy or for real.

Joel Young is a cowboy. From the top of his Stetson to the tip of his dirty cowboy boots, he’s cowboy through and through. Along with rescuing women when they do silly things like running out of gas miles from town on a dirt road, he spends his days herding cattle, fixing fences and breaking horses.

Can one handsome cowboy and a city-girl from LA find common ground is the Hill Country long enough to see beyond a quick fling?

Teaser Her reflex was to pull her hand back, but Joel grabbed it in his before she could. “You’re a beautiful woman. Other than guests, which are normally families with young kids, we don’t get a lot like you around here. Prepare to be overwhelmed.”He kissed her fingers before he let his grip slacken on her hand so she could pull it free. The zing that raced up her arm bothered her. Those things only happened in her novels, not in real life. “Um, okay.”As they rounded the doorway, the volume of noise increased tenfold. Several people either sat at the picnic tables chatting away or they were lined up at the serving area with plates in hand. One long table she hadn’t noticed before took up an entire wall. When she did a double take she noticed nine people, eight men and Joel’s mother, who sat there chatting while they waited for the others to be served. Holy shit! How many freakin’ brothers does he have again?“Eight. There are nine of us boys.”“Stop reading my mind.”“Sorry. I can tell by the look in your eyes what is running through your head. You have very expressive brown eyes.” Joel tugged her hand and brought her to the spot where there were two empty seats. “Hey, ya’ll. This is Mesa.” A chorus of hellos echoed through the room, shushing the rest of the conversations going on around them. Joel quickly introduced the brothers around the table and that’s when she noticed two more who looked like…ohmigod. There are three of him? Yes, you could tell they all were brothers by the similar features, but…“We’re triplets,” he whispered next to her ear with a chuckle.Ah, hell! One gorgeous hunk to tantalize my senses is enough, but nine of them? And two who look just like him? I’m so screwed!




About the Author:

Sandy Sullivan is a romance author, who, when not writing, spends her time with her husband Shaun on their farm in middle Tennessee. She loves to ride her horses, play with their dogs and relax on the porch, enjoying the rolling hills of her home south of Nashville. County music is a passion of hers and she loves to listen to it while she writes.

She is an avid reader of romance novels and enjoys reading Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux and Susan Wiggs. Finding new authors and delving into something different helps feed the need for literature. A registered nurse by education, she loves to help people and spread the enjoyment of romance to those around her with her novels. She loves cowboys so you'll find many of her novels have sexy men in tight jeans and cowboy boots.


Contact the Author:
http://romancestorytime.com/https://www.facebook.com/sandy.l.sullivan.7?fref=ts https://twitter.com/sandys37


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Book Blurb:

Mesa Arraguso writes about hot cowboys for a living. Being a romance writer has it perks and its drawbacks. She spends a lot of time alone in front of her computer, but she gets to fantasize about incredibly hot men wearing cowboy boots and Stetsons. While visiting San Antonio, Texas for a writer’s conference, she finds herself stranded on the back roads of Bandera only to be rescued by one of the most gorgeous men she’s ever encountered, be it fantasy or for real.

Joel Young is a cowboy. From the top of his Stetson to the tip of his dirty cowboy boots, he’s cowboy through and through. Along with rescuing women when they do silly things like running out of gas miles from town on a dirt road, he spends his days herding cattle, fixing fences and breaking horses.

Can one handsome cowboy and a city-girl from LA find common ground is the Hill Country long enough to see beyond a quick fling?
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“What the hell is going on here? Why the ruse?”“I’ll tell you, Mesa,” Joel said, coming around the side of the house. “I was pissed off at myself this morning because of what happened last night. Our kiss, I mean.”“Well you know what? Fuck both of you! You want to play these sillyassed games, you can play them on some other unsuspecting woman. I’m not doin’ it.”“Mesa, listen,” Joel implored, holding out his hand to touch her arm.She jerked back and slapped at him. “No. This is childish. I can’t believe you two! I thought I might have meant a little more to you than this, Joel, but apparently not. What we shared last night was special to me, but not to you. I’m just another girl to you.”“No, you’re not, Mesa.”“Yeah, whatever.” She spun around to head back into the house. Maybe it was time to go. Head back to Los Angeles and lick her wounds. “Mesa, please.”“What Joel?” She turned back around.“Let’s talk about this.”“What the hell is there to talk about? You and your brother were playing me for the fool. How many times have you three switched places on a girl, huh? I bet a lot.”“No.”“Yes.” During her discussion with Joel, Jason had disappeared either back into the house or whatever. At this point, she really didn’t care. He probably slinked back into his hidy hole. Man, if she ever became a permanent part of this family, she’d…what? Those are crazy thoughts. Joel slipped his hand along the side of her face before burying his hand in her hair. He dragged her in closer with a fistful of her hair at the back of her neck. “I want you.”“You made a fool of me.”“No, I wanted to make sure it was me you wanted.” His lips whispered over hers. The softness skimmed across her cheek to her ear. “I need you.”“Need is a powerful word.”“It’s totally what I’m feeling, but I can’t promise you anything beyond tonight.”“I don’t need anything more.”“Are you sure?” he asked, listing his head to look into her eyes. The blue glistened in the moonlight like a beacon for her lost soul.“Yes. I need you. I need this.”“Your room or my place?”“You have somewhere we can go?”“Yeah. I have my own cabin a few miles up the road.”“Make love to me, Joel. Fuck me.”He pulled her head back as he raked his teeth along her neck. Shivers raced down her arms as a soft moan escaped her mouth. “Come home with me.”


Buy Links:
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Barnes and Noblehttp://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/trouble-with-a-cowboy-sandy-sullivan/1114702342?ean=2940044345362

About the Author:

Sandy Sullivan is a romance author, who, when not writing, spends her time with her husband Shaun on their farm in middle Tennessee. She loves to ride her horses, play with their dogs and relax on the porch, enjoying the rolling hills of her home south of Nashville. County music is a passion of hers and she loves to listen to it while she writes.

She is an avid reader of romance novels and enjoys reading Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux and Susan Wiggs. Finding new authors and delving into something different helps feed the need for literature. A registered nurse by education, she loves to help people and spread the enjoyment of romance to those around her with her novels. She loves cowboys so you'll find many of her novels have sexy men in tight jeans and cowboy boots.



Contact the Author:http://romancestorytime.com/https://www.facebook.com/sandy.l.sullivan.7?fref=ts https://twitter.com/sandys37

To be entered to win all you need to do two things:Like Sandy's page here: https://www.facebook.com/sandy.l.sullivan.7?fref=ts
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Spotlight Helpless by Shandra Miller

Detective Angela Martin returns to pick up the pieces of her life – and track down a killer – in the darkly erotic thriller HELPLESS, the sequel to the acclaimed erotica suspense tale LETHAL OBSESSION.In LETHAL OBSESSION, Angela found herself in the clutches of a BDSM master who knew exactly how to control her body and mind, to make her feel pleasure – mingled with a hint of pain and submission – in ways she had never imagined. Then women started turning up dead in her town of Moose Creek, N.C., bound and tortured in ways eerily similar to what Angela's mysterious master had done to her. Despite the danger to her life and career, Angela couldn't stop herself – she kept going back to him, ostensibly to learn more about him as she investigated the deaths, but in truth because she craved his touch, his control. She belonged to him, body and soul, though her devotion had tragic consequences.In HELPLESS, she is working through the guilt of having killed, the grief of having lost, trying to rebuild her life and career. She is driven to seek out darker, more dangerous sexual thrills, even when the bondage killer, or a copycat, returns to Moose Creek.Her life is complicated when a writer from a national publication shows up in her town, determined to do a series of articles on the bondage killer, and her life. The writer turns out to be more than expected, and this time Angela finds herself fighting not only for her career and life, but maybe to save others as well.
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While HELPLESS stands alone as a novel, it is highly suggested you first read LETHAL OBSESSION, not only for a dark erotic thrill, but to fully appreciate the story, and characters, in HELPLESS.
*****
Excerpt from HELPLESS:
"More."Her cry was met with a slap across the face. Not hard, but sharp enough to sting."More, please Sir."He laughed, a quiet whisper of a laugh, then the sound of the leather strap slicing through the air followed, cut off by the snap of the leather against her ass.Angela flinched at the contact, but could do little more. Her arms stretched overhead, wrists tied by a rope attached to the ceiling. Her legs were wide, a spreader bar between her ankles, each end lashed to those ankles so that she was unable to move. Her vision was blotted out by a black cloth tied around her head.The leather kissed her skin again and again. She moaned from the pain, from the arousal, trying desperately to close her legs tight, to bring herself to climax."No you don’t," he whispered before shoving a piece of ice into her cunt.She gasped, her heart racing even harder now."You belong to me," he whispered, hand tracing the contours of her bare breasts as he spoke. "Your body, your sex…" he worked the ice back and forth. "Even your existence." His hand pulled away – the ice mercifully fell out, then she felt the pull of a rope tightening around her neck. He pulled until her air was nearly cut off, his other hand continuing to caress her breasts, fingers lightly rolling first one nipple, then the other."Ple…ase…" she rasped, fighting for breath."Please what?""Ca…can't…bre—"Her plea was cut off by his lips, pressing hard against hers, tongue plunging deep in her mouth.She tried breathing through her nose, but couldn't catch her breath. Angela struggled, but was unable to move. Even blindfolded pinpricks of light began bursting in her vision, she felt light-headed."Tanner," she screamed….
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Bio: I'm really just a simple girl, grew up in the Midwest, left home at 16 and, except for one brief period earlier this year I've never been back. I lived on the road for most of the next several year, eventually making it to Florida where I spent three years working for a little traveling carnival, and another three working for a small circus. Now I wait tables on the Blue Ridge Parkway, spent my nights staring at the stars and writing what I hope is blazing hot erotica and blood-chilling suspense. All rolled into one. Site Links:Website: http://shandramillerwriter.blogspot.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/shandra.miller.52Twitter: @shandramillerwrBuy Links: LETHAL OBSESSIONAmazon: amzn.to/148DO67 Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lethal-obsession-shandra-miller/1114727993?ean=2940016377414Smashwords (downloadable in any format): http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/315075HELPLESS, Book 2 of the Lethal Obsession TrilogyAmazon: http://amzn.to/17MozRLBarnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/helpless-book-2-of-the-lethal-obsession-trilogy-shandra-miller/1116453372?ean=2940148394723
Smashwords: Not live yet, but hopefully any day. You should be able to find it there by doing a title/author search.

Spotlight with Brandy Isaacs

Blurb:
"For every light there is a dark."

Harley Finn had never had an easy life. Despite having a difficult childhood, she has worked hard to create a safe and comfortable life for herself. Harley does her best to enjoy her simple, mundane life. But after a random hook-up her life will never be the same

At first Levi Bonham seems like the ideal, no-strings-attached kind of guy, but Harley soon realizes that he is as dangerous as he is enticing. Harley’s connection to Levi leads to disastrous consequences. Suddenly, Harley finds herself plunged into a world plagued by creatures that prey on human suffering and misery.

Reeling from tragedy, Harley must confront her own demons to save herself and those she loves the most. Her desire for revenge collides with a centuries old war waged at humanity’s expense. Harley must decide if she is willing to put aside her vendetta and risk her own humanity for the sake mankind. 

Buy Links: Amazon
Smashwords

Meet Brandy!  By day I am an administrative worker for a nonprofit organization, and by night (and most weekends) I am a writer.  If I'm not working or writing I am usually, reading watching horror movies of varying qualities and being a cat lady--working on the crazy part.

My goal as a writer is to filter the madness that consumes my brain onto paper (or the screen, rather) for others to (hopefully) enjoy as much as I do.
Links:
https://www.facebook.com/brandywrites
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/brandyis
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6968765.Brandy_Isaacs

Review Claimed (Club Sin #1) by Stacey Kennedy

"A Mating Dance" Author: Stacey KennedyGenre: Paranormal RomancePages: 230Source: NetgalleyPublished: August 5, 2013Author's Website
Buy Links: Amazon
Goodreads Blurb:Presley Flynn is ripe to experience her secret fantasies . . . and Dmitri Pratt wants nothing more than to fulfill them. Once inside the elite Club Sin in Las Vegas, Presley is nervous but excited—and determined to surrender to her every desire. Dmitri is her Master, and his touch is like fire. With each careful, calculated caress, he unleashes her wildest inhibitions, giving her unimagined pleasure.

Presley is different than the other submissives Dimitri has mastered. The BDSM lifestyle is new to her, and so are the games they play at Club Sin. From the start, Presley stirs emotions in him far beyond the raw purity between a dom and the perfect sub. For the ecstasy they share goes beyond the dungeon igniting a passion that claims the very depths of the heart.
My Review:A touching, erotic, fun and satisfying light BDSM read. I think Stacey did an amazing job (as usual) with allowing us to REALLY get into the pages and…feel. A great read for all fans of the genre :)
Presley is a bit lost. Not in a very negative way, mainly in a sense of her preferences in the bedroom. She has no experience in the BDSM scene, but believes it just might be what she craves, desires and possibly needs. Now she’s exploring…
Dmitri is the founder/owner and one of three Doms running his intimate BDSM club. He’s successful, wealthy, good looking and just about to find something (well someone) he never thought he’d have. His ideal submissive.

I enjoyed the build, the entire story; characters back grounds and the relationship between the two main characters. I look forward to what the author will bring us in the next of the series. Claimed is an excellent start! I know I’m hooked!

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#WedBriefs Flash Fiction Lady #13 by A.R. Von

Hello everyone and welcome to Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction. As always, I was given various options to inspire this weeks brief. I chose to go with the one photo below and two word prompts for this weeks Lady. The word prompts are: "Nothing else matters" and use: sun in some way.

For those of you that have not read the prior week's portions and would like to. Click HERE to access them all.
I hope you enjoy & thank you for reading!

“Lady #13” by A.R. Von



His eyes shoot open and he looks as if he is in pain. He’s biting his lip and clenching his fists. Still, he neither says nor does anything to stop me, so I continue to lower myself upon his cock until I feel a sharp pain and something blocking his member from going any further.

I’m holding myself in this position, shaking, hoping this pain will go away. I only remember pleasure from our dreams, never pain. I’ll never forget the feelings he gave to me when thrusting like a beast deep within me. I felt as if I was on top of the world, special and treasured. As important as the sun is to the plants and flowers of our world.Its rays feeding, strengthening and allowing them to just be as they should. Alive, strong and flourishing. Full of vibrant color and their beauty desired to be owned by many.

Could it be I am doing something wrong? This intimacy seemed so much easier before…

“Iria? Are you alright? You seem to be pained. I want you to feel pleasure, no pain. Will you allow me to help you through this? Let me show you how it should be.”

I couldn’t say no to him. Even if the thought did cross my mind to deny his request I’d bat it away in an instant. “Yes, please Dezso. Show me what a woman should feel when it comes to the pleasures of lovers.”

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This is better than any dream I’ve ever had. Better than any reality as well. Her tight heat wrapped around my cock feels more exquisite than anything I’ve experienced. The trust in her eyes almost makes me lose myself. Never has someone looked at me with such love, trust and adoration. Nor did I expect it to be such an immense turn on. 
She now moves with me. We’ve found a rhythm that works and an angle that allows me to go deeper than I ever thought possible. I continue to rub her pretty pussy inside and out. Trying to force her into climax with me, to let the pleasure take over. The urge to allow my seed to release is so very strong. I don’t know how I’ve lasted more than a few seconds while feeling both her pleasure and my own. 
She’s throwing off energy, feelings like a bomb of pleasure about to explode. I cannot help but wonder if she’s aware.
 I have her clit beneath my thumb, applying pressure to the button I know will help her come to release.
I feel her clench around me. She’s mewling and breathing frantically. Her climax is near. I press a little harder and move my hips a bit faster. 
“IRIA!” Is all I can say as I come deeply within her. I do not want to stop thrusting. I want it to last forever. Nothing else matters but being one with my soul mate.

*****
He skims a hand down my stomach and places his thumb on the nub of where we currently meet and presses down upon it. I get a zing throughout my entire being. The feelings are amazing. The pleasure becomes so much I’ve not taken much notice that he’s progressed with his entry.
Dezso thrusts up at the same time and his finger flicks over my sensitive area. He’s no longer blocked from full entry into my channel. He then fills me, completely. We’re now one and the feeling is too incredible to describe. There’s moisture upon my brow and back. I feel as if there’s something within me that wants to get out. A pressure building and needing to explode but I’m unsure what to do to let it go or even how stop it.
“Relax my lady. Let it go. Feel me; let me love you as only I was meant to do. Let your pleasure free. Come with me Iria.”
My breaths are coming out in pants and I feel a coil come undone from his words and I let it free. Oh, the pleasure I now feel. It flows throughout my body from my center to my toes and up to the top of my head. Heated, immense, such ecstasy I cannot help but to shout it out to the world at the same time Dezso shouts my name...



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Now lying on my, no ‘our’ bed while coming down from a sexual high unlike any other. I feel it is the perfect moment to ask her about what happened earlier. I have so many questions I need answered, so I can understand what’s happening. I need to help Iria adjust to her new life and anything she must face. I must let her know she’ll never be alone. I will always be here for her. My life is hers. “What was it Iria? What happened when we were in the bath, my love?”
I ask about what was happening to her when she dozed off. I was putting herbal cream within her hair so it would not get tangled and she fell asleep during my ministrations. I let her sleep. Content with running my fingers through her hair and holding her close for as long as she’d let me. But then she seemed afraid and looked so helpless in her sleep. Thrashing and mumbling. Her body tense and fear coming off of her in waves. All I could do was to hold her and softly speak her name, trying to gently awaken her.
“It was the darkness Dezso. What the goddess told me of when I spoke with her of the binding mark. What you and I are to protect our world from and all the life upon it. It’s a part of what I agreed upon in order to stay like this. As a human woman and to be with you for all time.This life and any others to come. Our souls have been bound Dezso. We have a destiny to fulfill. Many of them within one final outcome,some are all pleasure. Others will be pain, hatred. DShe begins to softy sob as I make comforting circles on her shoulder. I don’t know this darkness she speaks of. But I wonder if it has anything to do with the darkness I’ve always carried within and if I will truly be able to help aid in this battle for light when I’ve always fought the battle within myself…



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(This story continues to be dedicated to my one and only sister, my Pookie. Her love of unicorns from when we were tots is what inspired me to write it. Love you my sissy!)



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Greg Sandora's tour American Destiny

Book Title: Jack Canon's American DestinyPublication Date: March 4, 2013Publisher: Itoh PressWord and Page Count: 314 pages, 99994 words Genre: Thriller / Suspense Adventure, Romantic Political ThrillerErotic Content: PG-13

BLURB:  It’s the steamy summer of 2016 in Washington, D.C. just days before the Democratic National Convention. A long and painful recession has left ordinary Americans suffering, spawning the hottest Presidential Contest in history. Jack Canon, a man born into privilege, a witness to great social injustice is going to be President of the United States–no matter what! Desperate and corrupt, the leader of the free world orders a hit to slow him down. The plan backfires–the wrong people are dead–a manhunt points to the unthinkable–The President of the United States.
  Rewind one year, Jack’s focus on redistribution of wealth and energy has made him powerful enemies. Once his friends, Rogue Billionaires, Oil Sheiks, the Mob, all want him gone. The current President wants him alive–thinking he can win against an unabridged liberal. A Universal Raw Nerve of wealth vs. poverty is exposed becoming a thrill ride as deep machinations of espionage, geo-politics and deception, even murder play out. Kind and charismatic, Jack’s just naughty enough to have you falling for him like one of his loving circle of loyal friends. Of course he’s flawed, a dedicated family man, faithful to one woman, but in love with two. Is it his fault his best friend is impossibly jaw dropping beautiful? Think the crime and passion of the Godfather meets the romance and innocence of Camelot. A story that could spark a movement, a book that can seed a revolution. A heart thumping climax so shocking you’ll pull the covers and draw the shades! One things for sure, through all the drama and suspense, you’ll be pulling for Jack! 

Excerpt:
 The only thing that gave me a worse vibe than these two was Gene’s taste in decorating. The ceilings were about 30 feet high and three walls held books up to about the first 15 feet, after which was a very large landing around three quarters of the room. The wall opposite the door was made up of five floor-to-ceiling arched windows. The bottom six feet of each had colonial muttons and were partially opened, allowing the outside winter cold to fight with the heat in theroom. On the landings above the bookshelves were housed various artifacts of torture. Gene saw me noticing, “These are from the collection of King Henry,” he boasted. There were guillotines and stretching racks and other devices all made of aged wood and black iron. Some had big weathered chain links hanging from them and leather straps. There were black iron turning wheels, the sight was gruesome. Gene motioned to a large axe with a semicircular blade and an unusually long, thick handle. “This is my prized piece of the entire collection – the axe used to behead Katherine, Henry’s youngest bride.” Mounted next to the axe, on a polished cherry post, was a scrap of parchment. Next to it, carved in gold lettering over black onyx, was inscribed an onlooker. The parchment had faded to an almost illegible degree and was kept behind glass. Gene said, “The onlooker’s account is sealed in helium, just like the Declaration of Independence, to preserve it. I’ve had it authenticated by historians, expert in the period.” The words were transferred onto the stone. The eerie account told of the misty morning when the helpless fair-haired teenager, a mere girl,forced to lay under the weight of the wealth of England, was led to her death. I read the inscribed: Queen Katherine emerged just before nine in the morning. A rain the night before had turned the courtyard muddy to our ankles. The streets containing the foul smell of chicken scratch and horse urine slurried into the mix. Gawkers’ pushed for position and strained to see the delicate fawn-like Katherine as she walked barefoot, clothed only in a very plain and simple linen dress. The exposed skin of her upper chest was so pale I could see the ghostly blue vein patchwork just beneath. The last time I had seen the young queen she was amazing, the most beautiful woman in all England. Fancily dressed and bright, riding in an open coach smiling sweetly waving to her subjects, I fancied the thought our eyes might have met for a second. “Spill her blood!” A spectator called out. I thought, what cowards this mob, content to stand by and watch. Greedily clinging to their own lives–any one of which could be wrenched from him in a second. This bitter gray morning, the little Queen made her way slowly up to the old worn wooden steps, pausing briefly, turning sad doe eyes back to the crowd. A pitiful thin waif of a child so helpless and demure, Katherine continued up the stairs carefully gripping the railing as if it were her mothers hand, that somehow she might be swept away from all this. Once upon the platform, facing the crowd full on, her tiny limbs were exposed and pale, a simple dress hanging over her nearly shapeless frame. She wore no jewelry. Her one remaining vanity, long hair, perfectly combed. The henchman placed her firmly against the block and with ablank and helpless stare Katherine moved her beautiful locks to one side exposing her slender neck. I waited for her to jump to her feet and scream out in defiance, “What have I done that your precious King isn’t guilty of?” Laying her head sideways on the block, she awaited her fate in silence. The black-hooded killer appeared to us like a giant standing over her. A moment before, even the handle of the axe and the blade had been taller than the living little queen. He drew back.  I heard the neck cracking then a thud as the girl’s head crashed to the platform floor. Steam rose from the blood pouring in a warm pool from the lifeless body slumped behind the block. Gene Hobbs had acquired the only known account of the gruesome event; one can imagine that onlookers must have rushed to write on whatever they could find to recount the scene. The metaphor of the rich over the poor and the machinery of torture in the room made me shudder. Reading the narrative, I felt sickened by the horror of the day, for lost innocence and the tyranny of the time. What a waste of a beautiful young life; what a disgrace for England. 

Author Bio:
I'm originally from the Portland, Maine area and lived and worked there for years before moving to Southwest Florida. I am currently working on the sequel to Jack Canon's American Destiny - which will be titled Camelot  A Tender Romantic Thriller. The sequel will be available in about three months.
My Dad and Mom were artists, my father painted and my mother wrote poetry and loved to garden. Most Saturdays we loaded up the 1970 Chevy Impala to trek to a one man show somewhere or other. I took a different track graduating with a business degree; owning and operating an Award Winning Franchise Fitness Center. Currently a professional manager I am living in Florida with my beautiful wife and children, and following my passion.
Some of my other projects include a children's book called Sammy the Sea Turtle - about an infant sea turtle taken from his nest the night he was to find his way to the sea. Sammy lives with the family until their son - the boy who took him, graduates from high school. On that day Sammy, backpack in tow - begins the long journey home.
My second project in the works involves angels - a man during a visit to Bar Harbor Maine encounters an angel; quite accidentally, he is told - she was not supposed to make him aware of her existence. Only three others have ever seen the real thing. Naturally he falls hopelessly in love with the beautiful creature.
WORKS IN PROGRESSCamelot ~ Book two in the Jack Canon series - a Tender Romantic Thriller
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