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A big hearty welcome back everyone. It’s been some time since I’ve shared a #WickedWednesday post and once again, I have decided it would be fun to combine my regular Wednesday feature with a blog event run by my friend and fellow Evernight author, Sandra Bunino called the Mid-Week Tease. Since both “events” feature a steamy excerpt from a recent release or WIP, the combining of the two always works out so seamlessly.
This week, in honor of the acceptance of my latest story, LOCK, STOCK, and SPANK HER in The Crimson Rope anthology coming out from Evernight in early November, I thought I would share a little tease from it. As with most of my erotic tales, this one features a D/s couple and some fun BDSM play.
Without futher delay, here is your #WickedWednesday Mid-week Tease from LOCK, STOCK, and SPANK HER:
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Beth turned her attention to the goods displayed on the table. The collar on the dais flashed its emerald brilliance at her. “Uhm… did you make all these yourself?”
“I make everything I sell. Well, except the clamps and vibe toys. Those I get here or there. But all the whips, paddles, and collars are my own work.” Pride flashed in the mesmerizing blue depths of his eyes. “That particular collar is very special. One of a kind, actually. It used to belong to my girl.”
A tingle of warning crept along her spine. Used to? Curiosity reared its head, overtaking her good sense. “Why doesn’t it anymore?”
“My submissive passed away three years ago. Brain cancer.”
If she could have crawled under the table at that moment, she would have. “I’m so sorry.”
Alexander lifted a belaying hand. “Please, don’t be. You couldn’t have known. I knew when I stepped back into the lifestyle there were bound to be questions.”
“I still shouldn’t have stuck my nose where it doesn’t belong.”
His eyes sparkled when he smiled, accelerating her heart rate. “Well, then I have the perfect way for you to make it up to me.”
Beth flashed him a dubious look. “Really now?” His grin was infectious and she returned it with her own.
“Really.” He reached out and grabbed hold of her hand, sending shockwaves of heat up her arm. “Come with me.”
Alexander led her to a crowded table at the center of the room. Keeping her hand clasped tightly in his own, he asked the young woman at the table if they were ready.
Ready for what?
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Would love to know what you think about this week’s tease. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments area below. Just love me some feedback.
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Until next time, folks 🙂 *muah*
ARMED AND DESIRED
by DC Stone
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Genre: Erotic Romance
Being a cop can be a dirty job … but somebody’s got to do it.
Sergeant Alyssa Bloom, assigned as Patrolman Nate Wilshire’s trainer, knows what it means to stay in control, be alert to her surroundings, and keep a level head. Not so easy to do around the hot, young rookie.
Nate has the best job in the world—police officer with the sexiest partner a guy could ask for. Alyssa might be training him, but he has a few things he’d like to teach her. Unwilling to act on his desires and risk unprofessional conduct, he asks Madame Eve to find him someone to scratch the itch Alyssa can’t.
With the need to let loose hitting the red zone, Alyssa agrees to contact 1Night Stand. When her date is none other than her sexy partner, she has a decision to make—maintain professionalism and leave…or let her heart finally take control.
Looks good, right? It gets better… Here is an excerpt to really get you jazzed for this one.
Nate waited at the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel room and stared out across downtown San Diego. Tall skyscrapers soared around the city, their tops dusted with popping colors of green, blue, and red. Cars passed by in a blur, and with dusk only minutes past and the weekend kicking off, nightlife began to bloom along with his own anticipation.
He tucked his hands inside the charcoal dress pants and rocked back and forth in the uncomfortable black dress shoes. After spending days in his boots and uniform, the toes of the shoes pinched at his toes, and the soles unforgiving. He did not miss them. At all.
The door behind him clicked and a brush of air alerted him someone entered the room. He stilled, his heartbeat kicking out an erratic tempo in his throat, but he didn’t turn, instead watching a woman cross the threshold in the window’s reflection. She assessed the larger-than-normal hotel suite before her gaze settled on his back.
Perplexed, he tipped his head, recognizing her familiar features. She progressed with a lethal grace only a trained law enforcement officer would know, her steps purposeful, but silent, even in heels higher than he’d ever seen her in.
Standing to the side, she set her purse and a small black bag on a table, giving him her profile. A flash of deep red hair grabbed his attention. He sucked in a breath and pivoted in slow motion, refusing to allow hope to grow any more than it had, yet at the same time, fear sliced through. The one person he needed to get out of his system stood in the same room as he.
The night was about to go to hell.
Facing away from him, she took in the overwhelming luxury of the room. Desire slammed into him, he came to life with a kick against his fly.
Now that I am sure you want a copy, here are the buy links. (Will add more as I get them)
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D.C. Stone is an e-book author and full-time fraud investigator when she isn’t diving into the world of Fiction.
She lives in the north-east with her incredibly supporting husband, two kids, and the all American black Labrador puppy. She’ll deny any association with the grumpy cat that also resides in the house, but he is there, never-the-less.
After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of Financial Crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.
Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance one of her favorite past times. That passion took a back seat as soon as she discovered her own love for writing and recreating her own stories and characters. Her writing concentrates on Romance with specifics in Paranormal, Suspense, and Erotica.
Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. Trying to keep up with that crazy bunch is a skill many would yearn to have.
She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter or her website and say hello!
Welcome back ladies (and I hope a few gents).
As you know, it’s both #WickedWednesday and time for the Mid-Week Tease as well. I like my feature, but I also enjoy joining other authors and sharing tidbits of our work. I think it promotes a “sisterhood” among us, and I like that about it.
Anyway, I decided to combine my regular Wicked Wednesday post with a Mid-Week Tease again this week — another two for one special for all you blog followers out there. 🙂
As if that isn’t enough. Instead of sharing my own tease for the Mid-Week Tease “event”, I decided to shout out a fellow Evernight author, Lea Bronson, whose celebrating the release of her latest, MY BIGGEST FAN.
Here are the tasty details.
Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Shawn Torien is a handsome, arrogant bassist with the groove rock band Bloodless. At thirty four, he’s seen everything, been everywhere, and all is handed to him on a silver plate, groupies included. His rock star attitude is questioned when the record company’s young webmistress Samantha joins the band to cover their life on the road. As she has crushed on Shawn for years, he takes great pleasure in teasing her and pushing her away… until he learns to know her.
Without further ado, here is your Wicked Mid-week Tease *wink*
(mature audiences only)
All heads turn to me, eyes widening. After a short silence, ecstatic male and female voices fill the street. “Oh, my God! Shawn! Here! Please!”
Dizzy from the booze, I grin and stroll alongside the fence, scanning the group for a beauty.
Lodged in-between two long-haired guys, a redhead with spectacular tits in a too-small black corset smiles back, sultry lips matching the color of her long curls. Celebrity has its good sides.
I stop inches from her face, inhale a scent of lilacs, and stare into blue-green eyes with perfect kitty make-up. “Got a smoke?”
“Maybe.” Her voice is low, sensual. Can’t help liking it and wanting more.
While holding my look, she reaches out a hand and touches my forearm. Her skin is amazingly hot. It makes my pulse beat faster.
“Looks like you need something else,” she purrs, gaze roaming my chest. “You have goose-bumps, sweetheart.” Long nails dig into my skin.
I chuckle, down the beer, and drop it on the asphalt. With two hands on her slim waist and my nose in her generous cleavage, I help her climb the fence—not an easy thing with a black vinyl miniskirt—and catch her warm body in my arms. My cock more than agrees with this choice, and presses against my thick leather pants.
I lead her to the bus, lift a metal flap covering a command board on the side, and tap the code. When the door slides open, I climb in, almost missing the first step, and jog up the hardwood stairs.
The redhead follows, huge melons swinging in their black lace, and I press a button on the dashboard to close the door. Feminine curves bump into my stiff groin as she wiggles past with a secretive smile, into the luxurious saloon with closed curtains.
Knowing what awaits, I can’t help grinning.
Thanks to Lea Bronson for sharing the snippet with us this week. Make sure you swing by the other blogs hosting teasers for you this week. You never know what you may find at the next blog on the list. It could be your next favorite author.
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I don’t know about the rest of you, but this week has been crawling by for me. Of course, it may be because I am headed to Cape Cod tomorrow (bright and too damned early) to enjoy 4 days of sun and surf on the coast. Yup — long week.
But, the good news is we all have the Mid-Week Tease to make the week go faster.
For my part, this week I thought I would share a bit of a teaser from my most recent Evernight Publishing release, A LEAP OF FAITH. I’m currently working on the next installment of this series, so have Richard on the brain right now. He is one of my favorite characters, and one of those dominants I wish I knew in real life… yup… tasty tasty.
Anyway, for all of us in need of a little Domination this week, here is a bit of my story A LEAP OF FAITH:
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Faith woke to find herself still nestled tightly against Richard’s warm body and bright, early morning sunshine streaming through the gauzy gray curtains of his bedroom. Not quite ready to face the realities of dawn, she snuggled deeper into the covers, inhaled a lungful of his spicy scent, and pressed her eyes closed.
When she opened them again, her gaze locked with Richard, who sat reclined against the headboard. Had he been watching her sleep? She moved to sit up, cheeks heating.
Richard held her in place, a smile lighting his features. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Sorry, I was just…”
“Just nothing. I’m not done admiring your beauty quite yet. The black leather collar suits you, pet.”
A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but before she could thank him, Richard swiped the blankets away with a quick jerk, exposing her nudity, and letting all the trapped heat out from under them.
Faith squealed, wrapped her arms around her bared breasts, and rolled into him. Burying her face against his chest, she gave an exaggerated shiver. “Too cold.”
“It’s like eighty degrees in here.”
She peeked up at him. “It was until you let all the heat out of the covers.”
He reached between her arms and tweaked a nipple. “Don’t worry. You’ll warm up while you’re making the coffee. You know where everything is, yes?”
She shivered and glanced across the room at the bedroom door. “It’s so far away.”
His laughter warmed her some. “You’ll survive. I like mine black, one sugar.” He gave her behind a pinch. “Hop to it. The sooner it’s done, the sooner you can return to the warm covers.” A teasing light danced in his eyes. “And, more importantly, me.”
Faith bowed her lips into a pretty pout. “May I have a kiss to keep me warm during my journey to the harsh and frozen realm of ceramic kitchen tiles?”
“How can I refuse you when you ask so nicely, fair maiden?” He gripped her chin, his sweet mouth descending towards hers. A hair’s breath from reaching her parted lips, Richard hesitated. “What do you say?”
“Please?” she begged.
He captured her mouth with his, heating Faith to her toes in the space of an instant, and scattering her thoughts like autumn leaves in a brisk wind.
She melted against him, whimpering when his tongue invaded and teased hers, taunting it to join in his erotic dance. Her hands slid up his toned pectorals on their way to encircle his neck.
Richard captured her wrists, stopping her timid advance in its tracks. He drew his hot lips away, leaving her breathless. “Oh, no you don’t. Nice try, little minx. Coffee first. Your reward comes afterward.”
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I want a Richard reward… how about you guys? Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments section below. I’m a comment whore, so …. I’ll just leave it at that.
If you want more Richard, you can find it here:
A LEAP OF FAITH
by R. Brennan
Blurb: New submissive, Faith Daniels, is completely infatuated with her amazing Dominant, Richard Halstead. So when he sends her a summons via text message a full day before they had plans to meet, she can barely contain her excitement.
But, Richard didn’t just invite her over for a play date. Not this time. He has a proposition for Faith. One that could change the rest of her life.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, pet play
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Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Paranormal Romance (erotic)
Heat Level: 2
Vampire Mari Ankamunan struggles to pick up the pieces of her life after her bar The Asp becomes a war zone between the Enforcers and members of the Preservation Society, who want all dark breeds wiped out. The sudden appearance of the only man she ever loved brings her world to a crashing halt, for she witnessed his brutal murder two thousand years ago.
Navar’s spoken oaths to his Sire cost him Mari. Torn from her side by the sidhe queen, he is her Hunter, delivering justice for crimes against the breeds. Now freed he returns to his lovers side only to be caught in a dark plot where Mari is targeted for death.
The stakes are high, can they uncover a deadly plot against the Enforcers or will Navar lose Mari, forever by an assassin’s hand?
And now, the part you’ve all been waiting for… the wicked teaser to get your mouth watering for more…as if the cover doesn’t do that by itself…
“I will do everything in my power to protect her, even lay down my life if it comes to that.” Navar’s words rang in the still air, spoken as an oath.
“Marcus will be relieved to find out Mari is well protected. I know after the incident with the Preservation Society, he has been concerned for her safety. Someday you must tell me how you secured your release.”
Mari blinked at the two men, feeling left out of the loop in the XY-chromosome chat. Males. Can’t live without them and can’t kill them. Irritation spiked into the red zone, her patience threadbare for the bullshit. Placing her diminutive self between the two towering males, she gave them both a fearless glare and fisted her hands on her hips.
All conversation stopped as they stared down at her with surprise. Good, now she had their attention. “I’ve been alive since the time of Cleopatra. I didn’t survive all those centuries by being a fucking weak female. I can fight, strategize, and I damn well have enough intellect in this ‘girly’ brain to figure out what I need to do to save my own hide, thank you very much. Now, if you don’t mind talking to me, not about me, it would be appreciated and might save your ball sacs from relocating somewhere north on your body. Are we clear, boys?”
Adrian threw his head back and roared a large rolling laugh that reverberated throughout the room. She blinked in surprise. She’d never once seen any enforcer laugh. Sure, they smiled, chuckled, and even smirked, but never laughed. She found it…disconcerting.
“Point taken. You will have your hands full with this little hellion, hunter. I don’t envy you.”
“Little hellion indeed. Yet well worth the extra trouble,” Navar agreed, his pale eyes darkening with hunger.
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Starving for more yet?
Good, then get your copy from any of the links below.
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dark-hunter-by-shannan-albright/
All Romance Books: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-darkhunter-1244081-168.html
Book Strand : http://www.bookstrand.com/dark-hunter-mf
Welcome back for another weekly installment of #WickedWednesday, where I share a steamy little snippet from a recent release or WIP — because, well, it’s hump day and you all deserve it *grins*
Today, my guest is fellow Evernight author, Douglas Black, who is here to tease you with a bit of his recent release, A SECRET LOVE.
Let’s get started with a closer look at the story, and then we can get to the steamy part.
A Secret Love
by Douglas Black
Genre: M/M Erotic Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
James is nervous when he pulls into the car park of the secluded and conservative Caledonian Hotel. He slips off his wedding ring, gives a false name at reception and checks into his room.
When Mark finally arrives James expects their time together to conform to the usual pattern, but Mark surprises him. Mark wants candlelit dinners and walks on the beach. James, well, James just wants to make up for lost time. More importantly, he doesn’t want to get caught. They have six months left before they can leave behind everything they know and start a new life together and James is desperate to be discrete. Unfortunately, he never could control himself around Mark. Throw in an interfering old couple and some very public displays of affection and Mark and James’s short hotel stay might just be about to destroy not only the secrecy that has always shrouded their relationship, but also their plans for a future together.
Be Warned: m/m sex, sex toys, public exhibition
As if the cover and blurb aren;t enough to tempt you, here is the steamy excerpt I promised:
Excerpt: (Mature Audiences Only)
Mark returned the kiss passionately. James trembled in his arms. Tension coursed through his body and he could feel it mirrored in Mark’s. He could almost taste the other man’s nerves in his kiss. James savoured Mark’s strong arms around him. He pushed his hands inside Mark’s suit jacket and clung to the warm, toned body underneath. The body was so familiar despite the amount of time that had passed since their last meeting.
“God I’ve missed you,” James said when he finally pulled away. Mark was breathless and didn’t respond at first, but the sexy, playful smile on his lips told James everything he needed to know. James took his hands and led him further into the room.
It was a large suite with living area and a huge bathroom. Mark swung a new sports bag, bright orange and emblazoned with sponsorship logos, off his shoulder and dumped it onto one of the two couches. He paused momentarily, reaching into his suit pocket.
James watched as Mark pulled out his phone and turned it off without checking for messages. He waited patiently until Mark had tucked it safely into his bag and smiled at him when he had finished. “Difficult getting away this time?” he asked.
Mark nodded. “I left as soon as I could. I was so scared I was going to miss the flight. I’m sorry it had to be mid-week this time. Will you get in trouble at work?”
“I have the flu.”
Mark smirked. “You look perfectly healthy to me.”
“It came on all of a sudden,” James said, closing the space between them. “Unexpected. Probably be gone in a few days. You know how these things are.” Mark nodded and James slipped into his arms once more. With his head on Mark’s shoulder, he turned to whisper against the other man’s neck. “I wouldn’t have been able to stand it if you had missed the flight, if you had cancelled. It’s been so long. It’s always so long.”
Now that I have you all hooked, here are the links…
Author Bio: Douglas Black was born and raised in bonnie Scotland. He started writing erotica as a means of paying the bills when he was a student at university, but after graduation he found he no longer had the time to write. Over the summer of 2012, Black picked up a pen once more. After a brief, successful flirtation with self-publishing, Black’s novella ‘Business or Pleasure’ was picked up and released in April 2013. It quickly made the publisher’s best-sellers list. Douglas Black’s short story, ‘A Secret Love’, was published in July 2013 by Evernight Publishing.
I used Grammarly to grammar check this post, because I have the worst grammar of any published author in history. (that may be a slight exaggeration…but only SLIGHT).
Lately, my Wicked Wednesday posts have featured WIPs or recent releases from my fellow author friends, so this week I decided to take a little time on the blog to tout my own work. Hey, it is my blog, after all *grins*
This week’s steamy excerpt is from one of my current WIPs (yes, I always have a few going at once because I am both bored easily and OCD). The story doesn’t yet have an official title yet, but I’m always a bit slow to decide on one of those, so that is nothing new. I do know it will be part of my “Catacombs” series…but even that name is open for negotiations.
This particular story is set in the early 18th century — London, England. And, like most of my erotic tales, contains elements of BDSM and the D/s lifestyle.
Here is the (unedited) opening:
London – August 1720
Justine took another long look at the large brick building. She checked the house number written on the slip of paper clenched in her shaking fingers and compared it to the bronze numbers affixed to the heavy oak door for a third time. Thirteen Barnaby Street, where her new job awaited. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected of the most exclusive men’s club in London, but the dimly lit, dank façade looming over her certainly wasn’t it. Unfortunately, the outward appearance of the building was of no consequence; it did not change what took place within its walls. Chauncey House was little more than a high-class brothel.
But, Justine had no place to complain. She should be grateful her tattered family name earned her anything at all. She knew far too many who’d not been as lucky. The frenzy of Exchange Alley had claimed more than the O’Malley family fortune in recent months. Despite the condemnation of King and government, and the dissolution of countless bubbles and other questionable speculative ventures, the promise of overnight riches continued to hold the entire populace captive. Each dawn brought new, inventive ways to invest your hard earned money. Choose wisely, and your worth could grow tenfold in a fortnight.
Her own father had not been immune, sinking his entire fortune into one of the numerous stock-jobbing schemes during the spring. Daniel O’Malley lost everything in the Alley’s tenuous lottery less than a week later. He’d shot himself in the head rather than face his colossal failure, leaving Justine to find her own way.
She took a deep breath and knocked on the front door.
A few nervous moments later, the portal swung open to reveal a well dressed, older gentleman in a slightly askew, dusted wig. Upon seeing her, he notched up chin and cleared his throat. “The servant’s entrance is at the rear, young lady.” He waggled a fat finger toward the alley. “Through the gate to the right.”
The door slammed shut in her face.
Justine let out a tired sigh and swung about. Pompous bastard. She headed to the passageway the annoying man had indicated and pushed open the rusted metal gate.
It gave way with an eerie squeal.
Her heels echoed off the cobblestones, the sound bouncing down the narrow alley. A shiver rippled along her spine.
The door at the end of the passage swung open, spilling light onto her feet. An elderly woman smiled at her through the opening. “Are you Justine O’Malley?”
Her steps came to a halt. The woman certainly looked harmless enough. Justine nodded, returning the friendly smile. “Aye, That I am.”
The woman waved a wrinkled hand at her. “Come in, child. We’ve been expecting you.”
As always, I would love to know what you think. Did the opening pique your curiosity? Do you want to know more? Feel free to share your thoughts and comments below.
See you all next time!
It’s Wicked Wednesday once again at the Book Nook, and this week, my special guest is non other than multi-published erotic romance author Avril Ashton and a teaser from her newest tale, A Sinner Born.
A Sinner Born
by Avril Ashton
Book three in the Brooklyn Sinners series.
One man buried in secrets. Another still grieving the love he lost. Their worlds collide in a battle between memories, old and new, while trust hangs by a fragile thread.
Syren Rua is at war. He battles painful childhood demons and his intense need for the first person who makes him feel. As Faro, Syren makes deals with the worst while taking the steps necessary to bring his family’s killer to justice. He isn’t one to indulge in selfish needs, but he’ll make the time in this instance. Syren has been watching Kane Ashby, craving the grieving man for his own. He’s always stayed away from temptation, but that’s about to change.
Kane isn’t over the death of his long-time partner. He’s certainly not ready for a relationship, sexual or otherwise, but Syren isn’t a man who takes no for an answer. The unpredictable Syren offers nothing but secrets and brings with him memories so dark, they could wipe out any chance the two might ever have. Syren brings Kane’s heart back to life. But it is also Syren who could inflict the most damage.
Inside Scoop: One of our heroes has a panty fetish. And it’s hot. This book also contains brief references to rape and child abuse.
A Romantica® gay/lesbian erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
“I like wearing women’s underwear.” He spoke the words in one endless breath. “I wear panties, have since I was eighteen. That is who I am, all of me. I want to share myself with you, but you have to let me know—” He gave up trying to make his voice stop wobbling. “You have to let me know now if you can’t handle it. Please.” The idea of a rejection wasn’t fun, Kane turning from the sight of him would cut him to the quick, but he needed to deal with it now and put it to bed.
Kane’s expression hadn’t changed one bit. “Did someone reject you before, because of your…preference?”
“I was twenty-one.” Syren shrugged. “I had the stupid notion I could simply be myself.” That particular memory didn’t hurt as much as it once did. “He laughed and pointed, and that’s after letting me know he wasn’t interested in boys trying to be girls. I knew after that to keep my secret, this secret to myself.” Not that he’d had anyone to keep it from except Delatorre. Lovers, he’d had none.
Kane’s jaw tightened with each word he spoke, the anger in his eyes on Syren’s behalf sparking irrational hope that Syren pushed down.
“I have to admit I’ve never given it a thought until the other day.” Kane’s lips curved. “When I felt it on your skin, when I caught a glimpse under your clothes. I can’t stop thinking about seeing you in them and nothing else.”
Syren blinked. Twice.
“Do you always wear them?” Kane asked.
“Except when I go to business meetings or meet with Delatorre.” Syren searched his face for any clue as to what Kane was thinking, but he got nothing.
Syren gaped at him. “What?”
“You heard me.” Kane’s nostrils flared. “Don’t make me come over there and tear off that fucking suit.”
Jesus H. Syren’s fingers trembled as he fingered a button on his shirt. “Kane.”
“You look so put together, neat and tidy in that suit,” Kane spoke softly. “I bet it costs a pretty penny, all expensive. It’s like fucking armor and I want to rip it off, get you dirtied up.”
Syren exhaled loudly and shrugged out of the shirt. He dropped it on the countertop.
He unbuckled his belt with shaky fingers, the fluttering in his stomach getting more and more pronounced. The moment of truth. He never thought it would happen, but he suddenly wished to be anywhere else but there, undressing for Kane. He’d be the first man, the first to see Syren naked in so long. Naked, from head to toe.
The pressure in his chest grew and grew, hindering his breathing. He didn’t look down at himself as he stepped out of the pants and kicked them away. He knew what he looked like; smooth, pale skin, lanky limbs, the scars on both hips and back and the panties. They were a pair from the most recent purchase Isa made for him, black, flirty boy shorts in allover lace, decorated with tiny golden butterflies. They hugged his body and rode low on his hips, rising just over the crack of his ass and cupping him gently in the front. He loved it, the look and feel of those pretty things on his skin.
He cleared his throat, trying to find a way to vocalize what he felt. “I feel desirable and untouchable when I wear them,” he whispered. “No one knows what’s under my clothes but me and yet I feel powerful and in control.”
Kane’s eyes gleamed. “Do you want to know what I see?”
Syren shied away from meeting his eyes and bit his lip. “Yes.”
“Then look at me.”
He did. Something blazed bright in the depths of Kane’s blue eyes, something that would’ve made a lesser man bawl, but he was made of tougher stuff so he only sniffled.
Those words touched him in that cold prison where his heart resided, melting the ice bars holding him caged. Syren’s head spun and he gulped in a lungful of air, only then realizing he’d been holding his breath, waiting for the hammer of rejection to come down.
“I can’t reject you even if I wanted to.” Kane crowded him and spoke in his ear. “You’re perfect, your skin, your body.” His heat branded Syren, but even though they were close enough to touch, Kane didn’t. He used his words instead. “Those panties against your skin—” He broke off with a groan. “I want to pull them to the side, bend you over this fucking counter and take you.”
Syren’s knees buckled. He reached out, grabbing on to the edge of said counter for balance. He wasn’t used to feeling so wanted. So needed. He wasn’t used to the notion that he made someone feel the way Kane spoke.
“Would you let me?” Warm fingers grazed his nape then tangled in his hair, holding him still as Kane peered down at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Would you let me take you here, hard and fast, fuck you ’til neither of us can move?” His feral gaze sparked an answering rush in Syren’s blood. His cock was already leaking, wetting his panties.
“I—I—” He’d forgotten how to form words, but he needed to let Kane know. “Any way you want me. Any how you—”
Kane kissed him, swallowing the rest of his sentence. Syren moaned and parted his lips, reaching up to sink his nails into Kane’s forearms as the other man pushed his way inside, tongue thrusting deep. He’d been kissed before, not by many but enough to know he’d never been kissed like Kane kissed.
All-consuming. All-encompassing. Kane kissed with his entire body, a weapon to strip Syren of any shields he’d erected, to tear down any walls he’d built.
A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant spousal equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing the plot points of Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother.
Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.
Addicted to cake, the ID Channel and the UFC, Avril writes Erotic and GLBT Romance for Ellora’s Cave, Evernight Publishing, eXtasy Books, Secret Cravings Publishing and Total-e-Bound.
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Welcome back to the blog for another of my favorite weekly features, Wicked Wednesday. This week, I lassoed fellow Evernight author, Jezebel Jorge into a visit.
Here’s Jezebel to tell you a bit about her latest release, Need You Tonight, an Evernight Romance on the Go title.
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Need You Tonight started out as a dare from my favorite ex. He challenged me to write a hot story with him as the hero and have it ready for him when he would be in town for a WWE Monday Night Raw taping at the Bridgestone Arena. A little verbal foreplay, you might say…
Our relationship began much like Saffron and Mik’s. I approached him in a hotel parking lot wanting to get even with a cheating ex by hooking up with the one guy he hated. Some twenty-five years later and we’re still pissing off J— every chance we get.
I hope you’ll check out my story and have as much fun as I did in reliving all those awesome 1980s Hot ‘Lanta nights.
Need You Tonight
by Jezebel Jorge
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Line: Romance On The Go
Heat Level 3
Released June 10, 2013
Blurb: Saffron has as thing for muscled up, bad boy pro wrestlers. Going to the matches, and actually getting to hang out with the guys she sees on TV every week, is both an ego trip and an escape from her less than exciting real life. When she catches her favorite guy with another girl, she decides to get even with the cheating ex by seducing his arch rival.
Mik Daring isn’t known for turning down the temptations of life on the road. He’s more than willing to piss off his most hated nemesis in the ring with some action between the sheets.
Their attraction is so intense that by the next morning they both know one night of passion will never be enough.
Excerpt: (Mature Audiences Only)
He gave her ass another playful swat and then yanked away the pillows to resume his comfortable position propped against the headboard.
“What do you want?” She crawled up to him on all fours, her eyes sparkling with a wary eagerness that somehow put him on edge.
How far could he push her? How far was she willing to go for him?
“Undo my tie.”
Mik had to fight the urge to kiss her as she loosened the knot on his tie and pulled it from around his neck. He took the tie from her and for just a second considered using it to bind her hands. No, not yet. He wasn’t ready to go there yet. Not with her.
“Unbutton my shirt,” he said.
Like a good little girl, she did as he asked, slowly working open each button, almost as if she were teasing him by not allowing her hand to slip and touch his skin. It would be so easy to tie her up and just fuck the hell out of her. Get her out of his room and out of his head quick and easy with no unnecessary complications.
She reached to untuck his shirt and he tightened his grip on the tie.
“No.” He stopped her with just the single word. “Take off my shoes.”
Saffron slid her naked body down to his feet and stuck her bottom up in the air as she removed first one shoe and then the other. He knew she was working it as she straddled his legs, bending ever so slightly to give him the occasional sweet peeks of her pussy.
He got so distracted by the view that he forgot to tell her it was okay to remove his socks. Her touch was electric as she kneaded the sole of his foot with surprisingly strong hands. Damn if he felt the pleasure all the way up to his dick.
“Okay,” he said, struggling to keep his composure. “That feels great, but… let’s keep going.”
She crawled back up to face him. Not touching him. Just waiting for his next command. He glanced at the obvious bulge in his pants and her eyes followed. Those freaky lilac crocus eyes.
“May I?” Saffron’s hand hovered over his belt.
He’d thought of her by name. This girl had so quickly become more than just another on the road piece of ass. He wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about that. Thinking was highly overrated in a situation like this. “Go for it.”
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About the Author: Jezebel Jorge is a practicing witch and medium. Her indie released Ring Dreams series features wicked witches and hot pro wrestlers. She is also recounting her spirit guide, Odessa’s life with a series of hot short reads. If you would like to sample one of Odessa’s stories for free and sign up for our newsletter just email a receipt from purchasing Need You Tonight and I will send you a Smashwords coupon code for your choice of a free download of Under My Skin or The Lady is A Tramp.
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Welcome back for another installment of one of my favorite blog features, Wicked Wednesday. I know I’ve been away for a bit, but I am back now, and hopefully I will be able to keep to my set schedule going forward.
I’m excited to have a chance to share a steamy excerpt from my friend and fellow Evernight author, Kastil Eavenshade’s latest erotic story, a Naughty Fairy Tale titled, THE FOREST MAIDEN.
Here are the details on the book:
The Forest Maiden
by Kastil Eavenshade
Genre: Erotic Romance (Fairy Tale)
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Line: Naughty Fairy Tale (NFT)
Blurb: Eirlys Edurne wants nothing to do with the prim and proper world her title endows her. When her father attempts to force her to marry a vile Prince from a neighboring kingdom, she takes flight into the forest. Only the thrill of the hunt and the call of wildlife can tame her until a mysterious man invades her campsite.
The guest at her fire mistakes her as one of Earth Mother’s forest maidens. Eirlys uses her feminine wiles to seduce him only to find that her heart has other plans for her mighty warrior. When her father perishes, Eirlys is thrust back into the world she loathes by her stepmother. Will she break free of the woman’s clutches and once again reunite with the man who holds her heart?
Be Warned: anal play, public exhibition, multiple partners
Excerpt: (Mature Audiences Only)
“I did not mean to startle.” He held his hands up in peace.
“Nor did you.” But for the beating of my heart, she thought. Her hand moved away from the knife, and before she could rattle some sense into her head, she crossed the distance between them. Her lips crashed into his, heedless of crusted dirt on his person. His arms possessed her as she deepened the kiss, her tongue mingling with his.
Many things zipped through her head within the passionate embrace. Her willingness to love a man she hardly knew, and the growing need between her legs to have him take her wholly again. She tried to blame the allure of the forest for her wanton ways but her heart never lied. Her hand sought the object of her desire. As it brushed his arousal, he moaned against her seeking tongue.
“Bring me peace, Forest Maiden.”
Not the wind brushing her skin or the openness of the land would halt her goal. She slipped from his grasp and kneeled on the ground. Her fingers wrestled with the belt staying his breeches from hitting the ground. He aided her in her quest and soon his rigid cock freed itself of its confines. She gripped the magnificent specimen in her hand. Her tongue flicked out, and her pussy clenched at the groan from his lover’s lips. She took in his manhood, stroking and teasing the tip.
The act seemed so natural, so right. Her need to taste him as he did her in the clearing, to finish the union completely, sang. The heart never lied to one in tune with nature and hers pounded against her chest, urging her to take her fill of the man standing before her. As his cock became slick with her machinations, the state of her own wetness between her legs grew.
His strong grip pulled her up, and he pinned her back to a tree. The lusty dark gaze in his eyes sent shock waves through her veins. He yanked at her breeches until her legs came free of their entrapment. His hardened shaft rubbed her sensitive nub before seeking her moist center. Her legs claimed him as he thrust into her. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he held his piercing gaze. Her world opened to each hard stroke of his cock within her. Bliss radiated from both of them as she unleashed her wails of pleasure. The forest cried with her and soon her lover’s own desperate pleas to the heavens broke through.