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Review Sophie's Secret by Chloe Thurlow

"Sophie's Secret"

Author: Chloe Thurlow
Genre: Erotic Romance
Pages: 51
Source: Amazon purchase.
Published: November 11, 2012
Author's Website
Buy Links: Amazon




Goodreads Blurb: 
When Sophie Price catches her boyfriend Jake in bed with the infamous Aisha Cummings, she realizes that 1: she's fed up with Jake anyway, and 2: when it comes to the game of sex, she's still at the starting gate.

After a night at the kinky nightclub 'Pink', Sophie sets out on an erotic mission that takes her from the coolly decadent to a full-blown orgy and way out into the wilds of BDSM. On her journey, Sophie discovers how to 'let go' and just 'be', and learns an incredible secret that will change her life forever. 

My Review:
This is my first time reading any of Chloe Thurlow's work. Such a vivid and smooth writer! Each and every detail is so realistic you feel as if you are a (very close up) voyeur! Any fans of the genre will enjoy their time spent reading Sophie's Secret.
Sophie is a young woman scorned. She bounces back very quickly and even gets a great bout of revenge (so very sweet it is! Loved it!) Feeling free and curious she explores some different levels of sexual (and very sensual) plateaus. Each one a memorable and addictive experience. They're also all well-guarded secrets for Sophie.
I really enjoyed Sophie's character. She's different and refuses to be pulled into being someone or something she is not. I respect that a great deal!

There are very explicit F/F scenes that will scorch your reader and have your imagination running wild. I look forward to reading more from this author in the very near future :)




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Review Crushed Velvet (Velvet Series #3) by Leanore Elliott

"Crushed Velvet"
Author: Leanore Elliott
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 92
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: June 21, 2013
Author's Website

Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb:
Our story started in 'Double Plush Velvet', with Bren Plush, a full figured, beautiful young woman. Her insecurities haunted her since she was a girl. All of her life she watched her mama grab what she wanted in life, always confident, always brash. She finally went after the cowboy of her dreams.
Then, in 'Hot Blue Velvet' we went on a wild ride with Kanda Kincade, a tough, full figured cowgirl who knows what she wants.
Today, on our Kindles? We all get to visit South Texas again.
In 'Crushed Velvet', a few hot men may be easy to get but hard to hold. We will get lost in a world where the women are curvaceously courageous while giving us accomplishments to cheer for.
Hang on for a sexy, velvet ride…
My Review:
Leanore wrote us another sexy, fun, playful, funny. Original and addictive addition to the Velvet series. A definite MUST read for all fans of the genre.

Bren and Trevor have grown much closer in this portion of the series. They both continue to learn about one another and are falling deeper and deeper as time goes by (I adore these two!) Bren finds out something rather…shocking and is actually rather happy about it. So far she has the hunky Trevor by her side through thick and thin. I believe that helps her out a lot!
Kanda is exploring another aspect of life. A rather tasty, exciting, erotic and memorable one with a very hot Aussie cowboy (he he). She’s learned a lot in the short time she’s known him and is more than ready, willing and able to continue on this “learning’ path.


We also get some more background on ma dukes (Daisy) and why she is so…skittish. Let me just say. OH MY!

I look forward to what’s to come next in the series. I’m itching to know how everyone ends up. I’m rooting for all happy!!!


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Blurb:
A World of Turmoil and Yearning

Wunder may have a normal life now…well, as normal as a freak of nature could have. Half zombie while her job is to hunt bloodthirsty creatures to protect the innocent. It’s the dreams that haunt her and they aren’t nightmares. Wunder dreams of a man, a man made just for her. Is he real, can he be the one she‘s yearned for?

Pete’s world is a lonely one as he wrestles with the reality of being part zombie. His hatred for the creatures that killed his parents drives him to patrol the streets and wipe them all out. His life would be stark, but for the dreams he’s been having; of a woman, so sensuous, so sexy. These alluring visions have become erotic and consuming. He feels as if he made her up to keep from going crazy. Is this life of hunting the walking dead, all there is? Or is she out there, waiting…just for him?

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Here's a sizzling excerpt:
Why? Why the torture? Each and every single night since I became a woman I awaken sweating, panting, hot and bothered from the pure sexual torture. Many times with my hand rubbing my most intimate place. A dream, so many dreams. Each one is different, but all contain the same faceless dark haired stranger.

“UGH!”

The only things I know for sure is he is tall, has raven black hair, the same color as mine, but much shorter. He has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. Glowing eyes that seem to be able to see into my soul. My heart’s deepest desires and he always grants them to me without pause. It was strange at first, seeing him and yet not. Not being able to make out his facial features, except for his eyes. I got used to it throughout the years, I guess. One thing I DO know, is the way he makes me feel, always!

So much passion, heat and desire. He makes me feel beautiful, irreplaceable and wanted in a way, I imagine, every woman wants to feel.

Frustration at its finest. This latest dream seemed more realistic than all of the others. I still feel the ripples on my skin from his touch; the most intimate touch I’ve ever experienced, the only touch from a male I’ve had in such a manner. The goose bumps are just starting to go away. His caress is always so sensual and arousing. My mouth is still dry from all of the panting I’ve done, my panties are drenched and my heart is still pounding.

No words could ever describe my desire to meet this man of my dreams. That is—if he truly does exist. I’m going to be 25 years old and have zero sexual experience. I’d give anything to feel even a portion of what I’ve felt during these amazingly satisfying yet torturous dreams. Anything!

When I finally do get out of bed and stroll towards the bathroom, the floors feel extra cold on my overheated feet. “Definitely starting off with a cold shower.” I turn on the water full blast cold, toss my sleep shirt and panties in the hamper and brace for the shock of cold water against my flesh. “ACK!” Holy crap does it sting. But hey, it works. My body no longer feels the intense heat of arousal, just the residual tingles left after the orgasm, still lingering along my body. I fully submerge after adding some hot water to the mix, when I hear banging on the bathroom door. I jump slightly and slip a bit, almost landing flat on my ass. Luckily, I have fast reflexes and right myself quickly.

“Wunder? WUNDER?? Are you all right in there?” My dad is a real worry-wart when it comes to me. The best dad ever!

“Yea dad. Water was cold. That’s it. I’m fine.”

“Alright hun. I’m making coffee now”

“Ok, dad. I’ll be out in a few,” I answer him with now chattering teeth. I’ve only added a touch of hot water and need to add more, so I can get washed up and get out. It’s just that my body is super sensitive after these dreams.
EVERYTHING feels more intense. But the shock of cold water is the only thing which seems to help tone down my racing hormones and heated flesh to at least some semblance of order, so I can function properly and keep my next pair of panties dry, for now.

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Wednesday Briefs: Lady #7 by A.R. Von

Hello everyone and welcome to Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction. I was given many options to inspire this weeks brief. But I chose to go with the three photos below for this week.

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!

No! No! What has happened to me? What am I back to my true form? NO—this can’t be happening, not yet!
“My Lady? Oh, what have I done? I just wanted to put my knowledge of communication into your mind, so we could understand one another without limitations and worries. Oh, my lady. I’m so very sorry.” Dezso looks so stricken. On the verge of tears.
I believe I would look the same way if I was in the human form he’d gifted me with. The form I desired more than what I was born with. I wish I could communicate with him. I want to tell him not to worry. What is meant to be will happen for us both. But I do not know what to do in order to ‘tell’ him these things. So, I just think it over and over again. A constant loop in my mind…do not worry my love. What is meant to be will happen for us both, Dezso…
“I know my lady. But it hurts me…”He abruptly stops and glances in my direction. Looking, seeking and startled all at the same time. “You spoke in my mind. Please do it again. Tell me. What is your true name?”
I let out a puff of air through my snout while thinking my name Iria.
“Iria, it is so beautiful. A fitting name for you my lady. A name with true meaning to both forms I have seen of you. I am so very sorry Iria. I do not understand what went wrong. My intentions were to help you to be able to freely communicate with me in the human form. Not to turn you back. Unless…is that what you desired? To return to your true form?”
I stomp my front hooves with impatience and anger. “NO! I want you. I did not want back in this form. Not now. Not ever. I want to mate with you. Claim you as mine and spend the rest of my years in your arms.”
Dezso looks at me with shock. His mouth is opening and closing as a fish would out of the water that holds its life source. He gives his head a shake, takes a deep breath and releases it on a sigh. “I-I…”
Hearing a large splash, we both turn towards the falls and see the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. I know it is a female because it has breasts. Two of them as a human woman would have. She also wears jewelry along her ears, wrists and neck. All of it a silvery color. Her skin is the color of sage and her eyes are as pure white as my mane. She has a small patch of dark green hair on her head and a fin within its center. She also has tentacles of a sea creature moving like snakes in the sand toward the back of her head. One might think it creepy, but it all only makes her more beautiful in my eyes. She looks to me and smiles. Then turns to Dezso, frowns and shakes her head as if disappointed.
She then rises higher out of the water and sighs as she settles upon the flat rocks on the water fall. She’s still in the water, but not fully immersed. Just her bottom half is under. The rest of her is being showered by the falls. She looks to me again, and I feel as if she sees more than any other could ever see of me. I feel a push within my head, brief and strong. 
Then, I hear the sweetest most feminine voice I’ve ever heard. “You have prayed to the goddess, pure of heart and soul. She has sent me to do her bidding and grant you your wish. But it does not come without a price. Come closer and let me touch you, so I can present upon you what is requested in order to fulfill your wish. I shall not harm you precious one. I can only show you what I mean through touch, please?”
I take a few steps forward and come to a stop because Dezso lays a hand upon my crest, his fingers sifting and gripping through my mane. “Iria, I do not want harm to come upon you. Please stay close, so I can protect you. We don’t know what its purpose is.”
I give my head a slight shake and tell him with my thoughts, “She is not here to harm. She’s here to help. Please allow me to go.”
He runs his fingers through my mane once more and takes a step to the side. He’s a smart man. More reason to love him. 
I’ve not told him what was promised to me purposely. I want to be sure it is within reason and is real. I take the few more steps to the creature and ask it through my thoughts the first thing that comes to my mind. “Who are you and what is your name?”
“I am Tethys, one time queen of heaven. That is all you need to know right now. Please allow my touch, so I may show you what is meant for only you to see. This is what you must do if you would like to become of human form to mate with the magic man, your mate of choice. Your destiny…”

Tethys then puts both of her hands upon my head and I jolt and let out a sound that I cannot begin to describe. I distantly hear Dezso yell my name but can no longer focus on anything other than the images within my head. Flashes of a human female holding a child. A woman that looks as I do in the dreams. The child has dark hair as Dezso. Then there are flashes of Than with dozens of others like him. Destroying beauty and rarity every step they take. Murdering…





Come back next week for Lady #8...



(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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The Vikings are back in Week 12/Chapter 12 of Silver and Spice by Maria MacAuley!

Hello friends/followers! Welcome to week 12/chapter 12 of  Maria MacAuley's Silver & Spice. Now we present to you another portion of a very exciting, romantic and all-around great story.  We will be posting a chapter for you to enjoy each week until the story's end. We are looking forward to comments, feelings, thoughts, etc. of what you think for each portion posted. So please be sure to leave a comment in the comments section :)

Now I present to you... Silver and Spice!

View Prologue and chapter 1 HERE, chapter 2 HERE,  chapter 3 HERE,  chapter 4 HERE, chapter 5 HERE, chapter 6 HERE, chapter 7 HERE, chapter 8 HERE, chapter 9 HERE, chapter 10 HERE, chapter 11 HERE

Ireland, one month previously
In a smoky hall just outside of Dubh Linn, Sean MacRonan was finishing his supper. Sucking the last strand of meat from between his teeth, he drained his cup of mead, before hurling the goblet at the hound, which jumped and yelped in fear.  How dare Kristr Halsrason take Roisin of Dun na Shee?  She was his; her father Conall had agreed upon it. She was comely enough, and would have been useful to bear sons, until she died from childbirth or exhaustion.  In January he had thieved a chest of precious and valuable spices from Kristr and had expected Lorcan to leave him for dead.  Sean scowled.  He should have done the deed himself.  Not only did his enemy survive, but had stolen from him in return.  Now Conall of Dun na Shee was without a daughter, thanks to Halsrason’s actions.  MacRonan could have cursed himself when he had he had confirmed his own guilt, admitting to Roisin’s brother Patrick that he had been trading with Halsrason.  He should have unleashed Lorcan’s anger upon Patrick, and let his men raid Dun na Shee. Bile rose again when he thought of Roisin's men folk preventing him from landing at their rath. No doubt they would nobly try to avenge her abduction. And fail. When they were dead, he would take her again, and her lands.In his red mist of fury he did not see the hooded figure gliding towards him, up the length of the hall. He drew his dagger, shouting for his serving maid. Where was that useless Noreen? If this figure wanted some pleasures of the flesh, he'd happily throw Noreen to them if it saved his coin. He had his pleasure from her many times already. As the figure drew closer to him, he finally caught a glimpse of blonde braid and his lips curled into an evil smile.'Well, my Valkryie, what brings you here, far over the waves? Where are your little group of fosterlings?' He looked to the door, expecting to see a skinny half grown man-boy following her like a puppy. 'Have some mead, I'm sure you will find it soothing after your travels.' He waved the earthenware jar, sloshing the contents onto the floor.  She snorted in disgust. Pulling her hood down and fixing it about her shoulders, she glared 'I'm here alone.' She had to travel fast, and the tides were favourable down the channel. 'And I need your assistance.' She lifted the horn of light golden liquid he had poured and raised it in toast.'Really?' MacRonan was intrigued.  This woman rarely needed the aid of anyone. 'And how may I assist you Alfhilde? Does the Valkryie require a fine red-blooded man to warm her furs?'Alfhilde scowled. The truth stung and MacRonan knew he was not the man whom she wanted in her bed. 'Hardly. I need you to procure me a woman.' His eyes widened, then narrowed. She had never expressed an interest in women before. 'And not just any woman.'His interest was piqued. What kind of woman would Alfhilde want, and why? 'I did not realise you had such, ah, particular tastes, Valkryie.''I want Kristr Halsrason's woman. I want to teach him a lesson. And, I want you to get her for me.'He jumped up and grabbing her by the nape of her neck, he held his dagger to her throat. 'I do not know what game you play with me, but I am not amused.' How did Alfhilde know Kristr had stolen his black haired Donegal bride from under his nose?Pulling her own dagger from beneath her cloak, she pressed the blade against his arm. 'You are too deep in your cups of mead tonight. Unhand me now lest I cut through the sinews on your sword arm! Halsrason arrived at the Jarlshof on Shetland four days ago with a tiny little halfling. I dressed her as the thrall she was but Kristr Halsrason rejected me for her. Her!' Alfhilde's voice rose to a shriek. MacRonan released her from his grasp. Roisin was comely enough, but Kristr was a fool to reject a woman of the world like Alfhilde.Alfhilde continued on her rant, 'The apples do not fall far from the tree on the fjords. Like father, like son.' Kerik Halsrason had taken Aisling from MacRonan’s sire all those years ago. Her sister Gertrude had told her the whole tale. Just as Kerik had rejected her for Gertrude, now Kristr had rejected her for Roisin. She had taught Kristr all she knew. She had made him a man and now she would take all that was precious to himMacRonan pinched his lips. 'You speak in riddles.' She shrugged. Obviously he did not know the full story of his mother. She would keep the information to herself for a little longer.  'Well, let me appraise you of the situation, Valkryie. That halfling thrall, as you call her, was my betrothed, and I want her back.' Roisin's value had doubled over that of what he had cheated Kristr Halsrason. He would be happy to sell her to Alfhilde, for the right price. For coin he would sell her to slavers in the warm lands in the south. 'However, I will need some payment and assurances from you. I might have at her when I bring her back, but after that, she can be yours.''Of course. This should pay you for both your trouble and my new bed-thrall for my fosterlings. Do with it as you see fit.' She threw a lump of metal, shiny and golden as it skidded across the table. A crushed torc necklace.
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On hearing the commotion in the cooking hall, which was mostly Marthe's shrieking, Kerik dispatched Erik to investigate.  ‘Kristr, come with me, I see Knottr signalling.’  Kristr shaded his eyes from the sun and saw the quiet Knottr flipping a polished shield, the light flickering rapidly against the silhouette of his giant frame.‘Knottr, what have you sighted?' Kristr called out to his companion.'There is a boat arriving in the fjord, not a longship. More like a large Irish currach. Come and see.'Squinting against the spring sun, Kristr could make out the boat, and at least one figure on it that he recognised. Turning to his father, he said, There will not be a need for battle, it is not foe this day. I shall have Gertrude prepare the ale, so that we may go and greet our guest.'As Erik reached the kitchens he was nearly knocked over by Marthe, all arms, legs and unbound hair, throwing herself at him. 'Who is coming? Are they raiders?' He tutted at his sister's over-reaction. He did not know who came yet, but it was his duty to keep the womenfolk safe, and in Marthe's case, calm. 'Easy sister, you must cease with your Greek tragedies. I will not let any harm come to you.' Looking to Roisin and Ciara, clinging onto one another, he clucked soothingly in Gaelic. 'Shh, Ladies. Have no fear, it is only one boat and unlikely to be a raid.' He stroked Ciara's hair. He hoped that this one boat did not carry Patrick of Dun na Shee the one man who could take her from him, or Roisin from Kristr.In a mimicry of their father Kristr's voice boomed through the kitchen. Reverting to his own tongue, he called to Erik telling him who was arriving, although Erik's wide smile did nothing to ease Roisin's worry, as he continued to play with the circlet entwined in Ciara's hair. She watched as Gertrude prepared a horn of ale, and left the kitchen, with Marthe following, now a docile lamb. Kristr finally smiled and kissed Roisin on the forehead, 'Sweetling, a guest has arrived at the steading, but I would much rather that yourself and Ciara stayed in my hall until the welcoming ceremony is complete.' Seeing her lip tremble, he continued, 'Nei, it is nothing to cause you worry, and I promise I will make introductions soon.'  Following him to his hall, she and Ciara went in, and sat down by the hearth, wondering who the guest could be.The boat docked, and a tall man leapt out. 'Thor's teeth,' Kerik laughed as he grasped the man's forearms. 'You look like your sire in those Irish clothes! Come, partake of some ale, my sons are on their way!’ Gertrude came forward with the horn of their sweetest ale, and after he downed the cup, he gave her a deep bow, and she returned his gesture. 'It is a pleasure to see you here again, Johan O’Toole.'O’Toole greeted Erik and Kerik like old friends. He had known both of them since the time Kristr and he had fostered at the Jarlshof with Alfhilde. He and Kristr had entered manhood as brothers, and the Halsrason family viewed him as one of their own.  Alfhilde was a sister of Gertrude, and there had been an uneasy truce between the family for years.  It had been accepted that the fosterage of Kristr had eased the rift.  From what he had learned in his guise of ‘Alfred of Northumberland’, a fortnight ago, he was not so sure that the peace held on the Jarlshof side.Clapping Johan on the back Kerik's voice good-naturedly roared over the introductions. 'Come, let us go to my hall so that you may tell us of your travels and inform us of the activities of your other countrymen, your mother's people, whilst the womenfolk prepare the skause stew for natmal.'Johan deferred to the older man, 'Of course Jarl Kerik. It has been one full moon since Kristr and Erik left, and I have a lot to tell since I last saw your sons,' he eyed Kristr and Erik with mirth, 'at a Donegal lough-side with their small Irish prizes.' He remembered how both men had reacted to the women they had taken hostage. If Erik had not taken Ciara as his concubine, Johan would quite happily eat a thorn bush. Kristr would have met his match in the spirited Roisin. The last time he saw her, she was screaming insults at them through her gagged mouth. Kristr did not seem too annoyed at his little joke, so perhaps the old Celtic god Sucellos and the Viking goddess Freja had met and made their match.'How are Roisin and Ciara faring here?' Johan questioned, grinning as his friends looked at one another, sheepishly. 'They have woven their magic, haven't they?'The silence was broken by Kerik's loud voice, 'Johan, you are my only boy who has not fallen for the charms of a maiden yet, and I hope your brains are not as addled as those of my sons!'Settling in the hall at the hearth, a cask of ale was brought for the men. 'I bring news, and not all of it good.' He proceeded to tell the Halsrason men of his conversations with Conall of Dun na Shee, and the duplicity of MacRonan with the Donegal clan. He explained that Conall was yet another innocent party.  He had no idea that MacRonan was such an underhanded brigand, and was devastated at the loss of his daughters.Although it was the information that Kristr was expecting, knowing that Roisin's father hurt as much as she did, did not ease his own pain.  If he were to lose Roisin now, it would destroy his life, and he felt great sympathy for Conall.'I can assure you from my time with Conall that he has annulled any match made between MacRonan and his daughter. However, he does not have the silver to pay the ransom, and I made it clear to him that he should not arrive here without it.' Kristr's honour was still at stake, and Johan, like Kerik, knew this. 'He feels as if he has lost his daughter, and foster daughter for ever, but I believe he will try to negotiate with the other chieftains of Ulster.''However, that is not the main cause for your concern. MacRonan is determined to claim Roisin back, and he has a powerful ally. 'The three men looked at him expectantly. 'Alfhilde of the Jarlshof.' They did not need to know about the crushed necklace. 'I believe she wishes to buy Roisin from him, when he returns with her.'Kristr stood up and threw his ale, horn and all into the hearth, the hissing and spitting of the liquid breaking the silence. 'I will kill him for this. He shall not make a slave of my woman, and then I will kill that half-troll Alfhilde.' Johan smiled to himself. Kristr was indeed smitten if he referred to her as 'his' woman.Kerik interjected, 'Nei, son, do not let your temper interfere with your plans.' He looked at the angry faces of the younger men. 'There is much more to this story with MacRonan, as I believe there is more to your history as a foster child with Alfhilde.'  He would challenge Kristr on that matter in private, continuing, 'but we shall address one thing at a time, and the safety of Roisin and Ciara is your first concern.'
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There was a knock at the hall door as Kristr announced himself loudly. When Roisin recognised Johan, her mind flashed back to that fateful day.  Crying out in shock, she tried run away. Kristr gently reached for her arm, and held her back, 'Easy, sweetling,' he crooned, 'I told you all will be well. This is a foster brother of mine, Johan O’Toole. You were very frightened the last time you saw him, I know. But he will never cause you harm.' He stroked her shoulder and ran his hand down her braid as she continued to shake quietly, but she did not try to flee.Johan kept his distance, but addressed her in Gaelic, 'Roisin, I am proud to make your acquaintance. Ciara was just awakening from a faint when I saw her for the first time, and I am pleased to meet her too.' He gave a small bow in her direction, and she returned a small smile, before curling up into Erik's arms. Johan could see for himself how his brothers had fallen in love, and it would also be his responsibility now to help them keep these young women safe.oooOOOooo
Roisin had left the natmal early, before the arrival of the skalds, feigning tiredness, but she really wanted to be with her own thoughts. Earlier today she was convinced her father had come to bring her ransom, or that MacRonan had come to claim her. She did not want to think that she was just worth silver to Kristr, she hoped what they shared went beyond the value of a precious metal. Her emotions were as scattered as the stars in the sky. She wanted to see her father, but to leave Kristr now would leave a hole in her heart.Her mind drifted from the earlier anxiety of the day, from Johan's arrival back to her earlier lovemaking with Kristr.  She recalled his stance that morning; naked, proud, unashamed and erect. Her hand drifted over her navel towards her soft mound of curls, her fingers exploring and opening for the first time the blossom that Kristr had kissed and adored the previous eve. She started to play with her breasts, teasing her nipples to life, as they became firm and peaked under her nervous novice hand. Biting her lip as she lost herself in her thoughts and the sensations that Kristr had unlocked, exploring her own body as he had done, she felt the tightening in her womb and the glorious build of tension in her core.She heard a swish of curtain and her eyes flew open. She tried to speak but had lost her voice, as Kristr looked down at her, his grey eyes almost black with desire. 'Do not bite that lip, you know what it does to me.'Her voice was husky with longing, 'Kristr, I, I... 'He pulled the fur from her body as he eyed her fingers, slick with her own juices. He knelt on the bed between her parted thighs, his knees barely touching her warm folds, and raising her hand to his mouth started to lick and suck her sweet nectar from her hand, nibbling on her soft skin in appreciation, as she tried to tug her hand free of his lips.'Oh no, Roisin, you taste too sweet to me, and I have not had my fill of you yet.' She tried to squirm away in embarrassment, but he held her wrist firm in his grasp, and holding it above her head brought her other arm up to join it, one hand easily holding both slim wrists. 'Now, are you going to stay still whilst you let me bestow love play upon you, or will I have to bind you as my love captive for the duration of the evening? ' She panted with want, she had been so close to her own release, and writhed below him, trying to get purchase for her tender bud against his legs. 'Ohh, no, my greedy little sweetling, I want this to last all night.' He reached onto the wooden chest, and grabbed the soft woollen girdle rope of her dress.  She moaned with desire as his weight shifted from above her body, and he deftly tied her wrists, ensuring that she was still able to move without the bindings chafing her tender skin.He pressed the palm of his hand over her mons, twisting his fingers gently in the light brown curls, exploring the soft hair, and the sensitive petals below. His mouth hungrily sought hers. She could taste her own honey on his tongue as he caressed her mouth, nipping at her lips, claiming her as his. She was his, as she surrendered to his touches, his kisses, his embraces, her shoulders, breasts, waist and hips tingling as he grazed lightly over her skin, barely breathing; alternating it with passionate worshiping of her creamy flesh. His hand was now exploring where hers had been, his expert touch causing her tension and heat to rise again, she began to cry out his name in ecstasy, her body quivering in unbridled passion as she felt her warm sweetness flow.She barely felt him undoing the bonds as he knelt on the bed before her, his shaft hard, a gentle sheen at the tip. Flushed from her own release, she slid her hands around his neck and drew him towards her, welcoming him, wanting him to enter so they could be again as one. She moaned softly as he entered her, her body adjusting to his size. Slowly he moved at first, savouring her satiny warmth, her precious gift to him. Looking into her deep blue eyes, he saw everything he wanted; a lover, a mate, a united life.'I love you, Roisin,' he whispered as he gave a final thrust, his head collapsing onto her shoulder, kissing her neck.'And I you, Kristr.' She closed her eyes, and dreaded the thought of the next boat that may arrive in the fjord.  Her father would sent her to a convent and Kristr to Hel.

Thanks go to:  E. Paterson for the Viking painting & GR Bush   www.grbush.com/   for photos





Bio
Maria MacAuley is from Derry, Ireland and has a degree in Celtic Languages. She is married to the love of her life, and they live in relative peace with two cats.

She has a secret wish that her husband will investigate his Nordic family tree further and whisk her off on a longboat to Hammerfest to view the Northern Lights.

If Maria were to choose her favourite tense, it should be the subjunctive, and is always keen to discuss same over a pint of Guinness.
email: banbha@hotmail.com




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Cynthia Sax; He Watches Me Release Day Blitz

Cynthia Sax – He Watches Me, Part One of The Seen Trilogy

She desires to be seen. He wants to watch.
Anna Sampson has a naughty secret. Every night, she slips into her neighbor’s yard and swims naked in his pool. She fantasizes that the dynamic young billionaire watches her nightly nude aquatics, his brilliant green eyes gleaming with lust.
She discovers this isn’t pure fantasy. Gabriel Blaine has been watching her via his security cameras, and now that he has returned to L.A., he doesn’t plan to stop. That’s all he wants—to watch. Anna knows she shouldn’t allow him and she certainly shouldn’t want more, but she craves Blaine’s attention, needing his gaze fixed on her body.
Part One of The Seen Trilogy

PG Rated Excerpt (possible offensive words: breasts):
I’m like a ghost. I drift aimlessly through the Leigh’s empty Beverly Hills mansion, my bare feet slapping against the painted gray concrete floor, shoes not allowed in the sprawling modern bungalow.
I’m not dead. I move the oversized, never-been-opened book staged on the chrome coffee table an inch to the right. I’m breathing. I flick one light on and turn another light off, maintaining the minimum required amount of illumination. I have a physical form. I rearrange some of the catalogues, creating the illusion that they have been recently placed on the modern glass table, all of the stores featured priced out of a new graduate’s budget. But I’m not living, not truly, and no one sees me … which is how I like it.
I tilt my head back and study one of the many life-sized portraits of Suzanna Leigh hanging on the walls. No one would dare look at Mrs. Leigh with disapproval. The plastic surgeon’s wife, with her blond hair, blue eyes, and big breasts, is the epitome of L.A. beauty. I’m not. I have brown hair, brown eyes, and a flat chest. I pluck at my faded pink camisole, the garment clinging to my small breasts, and I continue my stroll.
The sheer silver curtains billow in the night breeze, the windows cracked open in an attempt to alleviate the stifling heat. I can’t afford to turn the air-conditioning on. My agreement with the Leighs is to pay for the upkeep and utilities while they jaunt around Europe, straightening noses and increasing bra sizes. In exchange, I get a free place to stay. 
A trickle of perspiration runs down my bare nape, my constantly frizzy hair pulled up into a ponytail. The digital wall clock buzzes midnight, and I should return to the tiny bedroom I’ve been assigned. Instead, I wander to the back door, seeking lower temperatures.
I slip my feet into a pair of scuffed baby blue flip-flops and slide the door open, venturing into the darkness. The scent of newly cut grass teases my nostrils, the gardeners having mowed during the day while I was at work.
Work. I sigh, looking out at the covered pool, wishing to swim, that indulgence denied to me by the Leighs. Who gets fired from a charity? I suspect this will be my fate tomorrow, my inability to raise donation money straining even my boss’s easygoing personality.
I impulsively grab the towel I had left drying on the deck railing and meander across the modern-art-littered lawn toward the wrought-iron gate, unconsciously moving closer to the property I’ve sworn never to trespass onto again. The soothing sound of falling water calls to me.
I gaze between the ornately crafted bars separating me from nirvana, the gate locked. Water cascades down rock into a naturally shaped pool, the feature blending into the purposefully wild backyard.
Only the pool is lit. The two-story house, its design as classic as the Leighs’, is contemporary, and is shrouded, as always, in darkness. I’m not surprised. I’ve seen Gabriel Blaine, its elusive and surprisingly young owner, only once in the three weeks I’ve been house-sitting.
That once made an impact. I had been fiddling with the finicky front door lock when the billionaire exited from a long black limousine. He paused, turned his head toward me, and our gazes met, his eyes brilliant green and hard, so very hard. Even the lock of ink-black hair falling over his forehead failed to soften his sharp chin and pronounced cheekbones.
My keys dropped from my lifeless fingers to the concrete steps and I froze, unable to breathe. Blaine’s lips twitched and he inclined his head toward me as though I had confirmed something he’d long suspected. I, idiot that I am, nodded back, agreeing to what? I don’t know.
Whatever I had agreed upon seemed to satisfy Blaine. He moved like a predator toward his rarely used mansion, his stride smooth and almost graceful. He disappeared into his home, closing the door behind him, and I haven’t seen him since.
I won’t see him today either, and it would be a shame not to use his gorgeously cool swimming pool. Trespassing is against the law but I am too much my father’s daughter to allow little things like laws stop me. I toss my towel over the fence and climb over the wrought iron, thanking my misspent youth on the rough streets of Detroit for developing this handy skill.
I pick up the towel and I pad to the edge of the pool, my flip-flops bending the grass as I walk. I pause and look around me, having the peculiar feeling someone is watching me.

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Why? Why the torture? Each and every single night since I became a woman I awaken sweating, panting, hot and bothered from the pure sexual torture. Many times with my hand rubbing my most intimate place. A dream, so many dreams. Each one is different, but all contain the same faceless dark haired stranger.

“UGH!”

The only things I know for sure is he is tall, has raven black hair, the same color as mine, but much shorter. He has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. Glowing eyes that seem to be able to see into my soul. My heart’s deepest desires and he always grants them to me without pause. It was strange at first, seeing him and yet not. Not being able to make out his facial features, except for his eyes. I got used to it throughout the years, I guess. One thing I DO know, is the way he makes me feel, always!

So much passion, heat and desire. He makes me feel beautiful, irreplaceable and wanted in a way, I imagine, every woman wants to feel.

Frustration at its finest. This latest dream seemed more realistic than all of the others. I still feel the ripples on my skin from his touch; the most intimate touch I’ve ever experienced, the only touch from a male I’ve had in such a manner. The goose bumps are just starting to go away. His caress is always so sensual and arousing. My mouth is still dry from all of the panting I’ve done, my panties are drenched and my heart is still pounding.

No words could ever describe my desire to meet this man of my dreams. That is—if he truly does exist. I’m going to be 25 years old and have zero sexual experience. I’d give anything to feel even a portion of what I’ve felt during these amazingly satisfying yet torturous dreams. Anything!

When I finally do get out of bed and stroll towards the bathroom, the floors feel extra cold on my overheated feet. “Definitely starting off with a cold shower.” I turn on the water full blast cold, toss my sleep shirt and panties in the hamper and brace for the shock of cold water against my flesh. “ACK!” Holy crap does it sting. But hey, it works. My body no longer feels the intense heat of arousal, just the residual tingles left after the orgasm, still lingering along my body. I fully submerge after adding some hot water to the mix, when I hear banging on the bathroom door. I jump slightly and slip a bit, almost landing flat on my ass. Luckily, I have fast reflexes and right myself quickly.

“Wunder? WUNDER?? Are you all right in there?” My dad is a real worry-wart when it comes to me. The best dad ever!

“Yea dad. Water was cold. That’s it. I’m fine.”

“Alright hun. I’m making coffee now”

“Ok, dad. I’ll be out in a few,” I answer him with now chattering teeth. I’ve only added a touch of hot water and need to add more, so I can get washed up and get out. It’s just that my body is super sensitive after these dreams.
EVERYTHING feels more intense. But the shock of cold water is the only thing which seems to help tone down my racing hormones and heated flesh to at least some semblance of order, so I can function properly and keep my next pair of panties dry, for now.
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I’m trying so hard to hide my trembling, but I can tell by the smirk on his face, he notices. So, I gaze into his eyes as brave as I can be. “I’ve wanted you too. Ever since I first saw you on patrol, the first night you were out.”
He sighs, moving his mouth towards my ear, flicking his tongue out softly and caressing my lobe. I shudder in response feeling flutters low in my belly. “I don’t know if I can wait any longer to have you. I need to taste you—feel you.” Oh my, did my panties just get wet? “Yes!” I say with a heavenly sigh. “Please,” I answer as if he’s offering food while I’ve been starving for days.He uses his tongue superbly to lick all the way down along the column of my throat. Sensuously, he places precise kisses all the way back up, until he hovers over my lips, looking hungrily into my eyes. “I’m going to kiss you now, Wunder. Then, I’m going to take you and make you mine. If you don’t want that? Now, would be the time to tell me.” I’m swaying on my feet, gazing into his eyes—at a loss for words. Finally, I find my voice. “Please.” He takes my mouth with such fervor, my heart pounds harder than after I’ve just run for miles. My legs now feel like over cooked noodles. He holds me tighter, exploring every nook and cranny of my mouth and I answer with the same exploration. He’s making silent promises, grinding his hard length, against my body. I bravely slide my hand from around his neck, down between us, past his chest to cup him through his tight jeans. He groans into my mouth and slowly pulls back to gaze at me questionably.My eyes are still at half-mast, drooping as if they would close on their own accord. I give his jean encased cock a firm squeeze, ‘Yes’ in answer to his question. He takes my hand, tugging it as he moves toward the back of the club.I go willingly. Oh—how I go willingly!


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 All names (that voted/liked) within the winning tombstone phto will be given a thank you in the next Wunder (Wunder #2 Reunion). Let the voting begin!Oh!... Be sure to share/invite your friends :)
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