Back Stage with the Twins and whats new

Its a fact that baffles many of my author friends, that I write in more than on book at a time. Talon and I always have, if one stopped talking we moved on to the one that was. So with my small 2 week break from writing after the latest double book release, I’m back on the raven’s wing, diligently pushing to get the second book from the Lycotharian Collection: To Catch A Cat on a roll.

Its moving a little lower than I want, but I put a lot of that on the fact I havent worked on it in.. well… over a year now. So I am having to reacquaint myself with our characters. However its not coming at a snails pace either. In the last 3-4 days the word count has gone from 34k to 41k.   But yesterday my brain had an intruder, Dane Masters, from the Dominion of Brothers series, was suddenly waking me up and demanding my time. He is intensely demanding.

Of course any time Dane i talking I do so enjoy taking advantage of the opportunity to tease a certain friend,  Erotic Romance Author: Ava Snow. What makes it so much fun is that woman is ready to throw herself down at that man’s feet, if he would just step off the page and into the 3dimensional real world. And usually its not long before Erotic Author Cleo Taurus is making an appearance and trying to boot Ava out of the waiting line. Dane and I take considerable pleasure watching the pony tail tugging fight. LOL

 

But enough chatter from me. I promised them a tidbit from yesterday’s writing rump from Dane.

 

DANE’S BIRTHDAY SCENE  [UNEDITED]

“I love the color of your skin.” Dane dropped his lips to her shoulder and brushed against her skin, inhaling her fragrance of both perfume and woman mixed together. Visions stepped out from the darkness of his mind, Scandalous— provocative— and downright self-indulging debauchery.

Eave stiffened, “My color? You mean, because I’m black?”

“I see you more as a coffee and cream to wake my senses with.” He kissed the back of her head and let out a warm breath to trace down the spine of her neck, “Does it bother you I would count your color among your assets?”

“I just never thought you’d be the type to see a difference?”

“Then what would be the point?” Dane tightened his arm-hold on her, pressing her back tighter against his chest, and he positioned his lips next to her ear, so there would be no vital words lost between them while the games continued on the transformed dance floor before them. “Beauty comes from the very physical and mental characteristics that make us unique.” Dane kept one arm holding her tight, but loosened his other as he glided his hand down Eave’s belly, “Like a red rose and a white lily, both beautiful but unique from each other. It’s your skin I plan to exploit. The very taste of it— the feel of it as it burns from my belt’s lashes— the very site of it to watch how your flesh turns from brown to rouge. It’s by exploiting all you have to offer that gives me my pleasure. Just like the sounds you are about to make.” His palm reached her mound and he crushed her clit under the heel of his hand.

“Sounds?” Eave gasped.

He could feel her shivering fear. But as frightening as this unknown exploiting sounded, it was clear by her breath, and by the way her hips rolled to press against him, inviting his hand to explore further, that fear or not, she could not dispel she was also highly aroused.

“Yes, sounds.” And just then he thrust his fingers between her legs and past the moist petals of her theca.

Eave’s head kicked back and she arched, violently caught in the throes of Dane’s attentive fingers. Nothing subtle, he was after her orgasm and he’d have it soon. His long fingers were perfect for the task, reaching deep to capture the pillow of nerves deeper inside. He lavished her silky walls with urgent thrusting— one finger reaching while the other crooked over to catch every sensitized spot of her nethers.

Eave slammed her hands down on the arm rests and gripped on for dear life, while the rest of her bucked in his lap. Her teeth biting down on her lip to stop the moan he intended to exploit.

“Let go of your lip, I want to hear what you have to say, right now.” His gruff demands panted in her ear. “I will exploit it too. And the scent of your orgasm. Your entire body— all for my delight.” He shifted his hand, letting his fingers slip from her cunt and he slathered the cream over her clit before diving back in for more. “Do you know what I would do to you? I’d tie you to my coffee table like a flower arrangement so I could star at you for hours while I drank my wine in the evening. I might fancy some play time in your lotus petals. Or cover you in wax— pluck clamps from your taut nipples, or feed my cock down your throat—” he felt it, her internal muscles clamping down around his fingers, and he pitched forward to reach even further, catching that glorious spot women had and brushed his thumb right over her clit, securing the results.

Eave’s head had hardly left his shoulders the entire time, but the vocals were another thing and she cried out further when he gave her his final whispered command—

“Cum for me.”

The smile he got from watching all those heads at the event turn his way and watch as the curvy woman came apart in his arms, was the gift of giving he needed, to make this night just right.

He relaxed back again, pulling Eave’s boneless body with him while he crooned more deviant visions, like secrets, whispered against her hair. “Then again I might just sit there and stare at you while I imagine all those things. There lies the true vitality of your submission, Eave. Few subbies can handle that. They want the leather cuffs around their wrists, a flogger on their back, but submission isn’t about just whips and chains, there is far more to it.  I might bring you home and tie you to my bed and fuck you as I please for days without ever letting you go. And while doing so I would exploit the fears that might surface— wondering if you were truly my hostage.”

“Would you let me go?”

“What good would it be for me to tell you now? What you and so many here have experienced has only scratched the surface of what there is to enjoy. Surrendering to me will take you into a world far darker.”

“Darker?” Her breath nearly hitching as she asked.

“I have many dark sides— care to be among them?”