Sunday 28 July 2013

A Leave of Absence

If you are a regular follower of my blog, you've noticed a definite decline in my posting. There's a reason, my day job has gone into overdrive and I am using any spare time to scoop together my sanity rather than write, edit, post, or do much of anything beyond laundry. I apologize to my tribemates for not sharing you as I usually do. I apologize to my readers for not posting or working on the next installment of Blue Moon House. I know you all will excuse me as I step back and wait for the season to pass. I will be back. It just won't be until September. Thank you for all your support and I'll see you again soon!

Saturday 27 July 2013

#SerialSunday - Rising Up

A strange image filled my dreams these days. Traffic flowing in two directions. Go forward, or go back, staying still wasn't an option. I was smart enough to know what my subconscious was trying to tell me. I had to move. Limbo wouldn't last and events would carry me in one direction or another if I didn't choose one for myself. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to go forward, with Peter. So I was.

Jamie and I couldn't seem to stop hugging me. She and Brian had been together a month, but she wasn't ready to move in with him. I, however, hadn't spent a night here in the last week. My clothes migrated quickly to Peter's as I took a change with me, and left the dirty there to be washed.

He hadn't proposed to me, the only thorn in my side. We were living like a married couple, but he hadn't taken that one step to tell the world that was what we would be. I hadn't asked him about it; we had only been a couple a month ourselves. Once, that was probably a reasonable courtship, but these days people dated for years without talking about marriage. Not me. I trusted him when he said he wanted to be with him forever. I recognized the look in his eyes as he helped me prepare a meal, when he watched me settle with a book in the living room. He didn't want me to go.

Mary, like Jamie, knew that a change had occurred. After all, I hadn't needed a ride for the last week and a half. She was the only one at the office who knew. I thought we did an excellent job in remaining professional. No one else had commented, and Mary was keen enough to wait until we were alone to bring it up. In fact, we exchanged more email on it than anything else. She was happy for us, but reminded me that the office policy did not look fondly on intra-office relations. So I shouldn't have been surprised when Gary called me into his office.

"Beth, I have good news and bad news." His smile was huge.

I put one hand on a hip, knowing he was playing me. "Bad news?"

Monday 22 July 2013

#TantalizingTuesday - Memories

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Terrance growled as he lunged atop her. Her stockings were still in place when he pushed her leg aside.

“Trust me,” he whispered. “We can't contract trust, but it is the most important thing you can give me.” Then he growled again, and violently pushed her into the bed.

Her vision swam with red. Memories smothered her. Angry hands, belts with buckles that tore and stung, a thick rod of flesh being rammed into her. Told she was worthless, a useless girl. Told she could never be equal to a man. Proving they were superior, superior torturers, by holding her chin open as they thrust into her mouth. Burning as they violated her anally.

“No! Stop! I can't!”

Terrance did stop, backing up. “Those words could easily be part of the play. This is why we need to trust each other.”

“Play?” she asked, her voice high and frightened. She was still caught in the memory of her rape. “There is nothing playful about-”

“There is here,” he tried to explain, putting a finger to her lips. “Some women, and men, enjoy the idea of being out of their own control and under someone else's. There is a freedom in it.”

Saturday 20 July 2013

#SerialSunday - Rising Up

Beth followed me into the shower. I couldn't help my eyes eating up every one of her curves: her hip, the slight pouch of her belly, her waist, her breasts, her cheeks. She was simply perfect. She fit me perfectly.

She crossed her arms, pursing her lips a little. "I'm getting cold again," she reminded me.

Shaking my head to clear it, I started the shower.

A few times, I had considered remodelling this bathroom to put a stall in place of the shower and tub combo. Now I was glad I hadn't. Although she would have had to press against me in a small stall, we fit much more easily in the tub. I pulled the head from the hook on the wall to run it down her back, over her butt, unable to resist the urge to run my fingers over it as well.

"Lots of mud there?" she asked with a smirk.

"Tons," I said soberly, cupping a cheek, pulling her closer. "I don't know how I'll get you clean enough."

She laughed, squirting a bit of my body wash into her hands. Inhaling, a small smile came to her lips. "This is good stuff," she murmured, putting her palms to my chest and working up a lather.

My mouth opened as her hands roamed over me. She bit her lip occasionally, never really taking her eyes from me. I grabbed the shampoo in one hand, fixing the shower head in place again with the other.

As I twisted, her hand cupped my ass, then slapped it suddenly. I gasped, feeling my dick twitch and harden.

She didn't seem to notice, giggling as she rubbed body wash over my belly. She rubbed her own then, washing away the splatter I'd left on her.

I caught my breath and turned back to her, squirting the shampoo in my hand and sliding past her, letting her stand under the falling water. As we squeezed by one another, I felt her nipples draw a line across my chest, her thighs rub against mine, her hands guiding my step. Could I keep her here? Would she do this with me every day? Could I be so lucky?

Monday 15 July 2013

#tantalizingtuesday — Unwanted Facial

His ejaculate coated her face. It flew into her hair, onto her breasts. She pulled her hands to her face, trying not to scream, trying to stay calm. Normally it wouldn't bother her to wear a man's seed, but hanging like this, she was already on edge.

Masculine arms came under her shoulders, lifting her. His free hand untied her legs, letting her fall against him. As he carried her to the tub, she noticed Sophia standing nearby, empty kettle dangling from her fingers.

“You're all right,” Harry whispered. “You did amazing.”

Jocelyn splashed water on her face, trying to wash away the semen and the tears. The water was blessedly hot, just short of scalding. She shook her head from side to side. Nails bit into her wrists as her hands were pried away. She found herself staring into Sophia's jewel-like eyes.

“You are fine,” she said with authority. “You are not less. You are not trash. You are proud. You did this. You chose this. You gave and now you have received. This is not a sign you are powerless. It is a sign that you grant power, power that is now and is always yours.”

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Saturday 13 July 2013

#SerialSunday - Rising Up

I felt a little nervous stepping out into Peter's garage. I took off my shoes there, not wanting to drag mud through his house. Then I pulled off my jacket at the door.

"Maybe you should just hose me off outside," I suggested with a grin.

He laughed. "That sounds like a terrible idea." He pulled off his jacket and shirt.

I stopped, staring for a moment at his bare chest, then his bare back as he pulled off his shoes. They were ruined, I noticed, bending to them.

He straightened suddenly, nearly clipping my chin with his head. "What are you doing?" he asked, alarmed. "Your shoes," I moaned.

He pulled me up, kicking off the remaining shoe. "They're old. I expected they wouldn't stay clean. Don't worry."

I met his eyes and found truth. He wasn't saying it to appease me. Then I noticed his chest again and licked my lips, nervous.

"No pressure," he urged me. "There are two bathrooms. You can have the one down here, if you like."

It took a moment for me to look up at him, but when I did, I smiled broadly. "That sounds like a terrible idea," I mimicked.

He chuckled, but not for long, as I continued my imitation of him, removing my own muddy shirt and following with the pants. Standing in my underwear, I felt goosebumps break out all over me.

I gave him at least a full minute to stare. I kept my hands at my sides for the first twenty seconds before crossing them over my pert nipples. They showed dark through the lacy fabric of my bra, but I tried not to be embarrassed; he certainly wasn't declining the show. Still, it was not warm in the garage. "Shower. Hot. Now." I got cranky when I got cold.

He snapped up suddenly. "Yes, mistress."

Friday 12 July 2013

Saturday #Afterdark - Vengeance

Once over her shock, Irene hurried to tend the carcass and begin cooking it. From the smell, her rosemary and sage had completely covered the smell of Monkshood. No one should know anything was out of the ordinary until their stomachs all seized. The infected would all die within the day. Less, as she planned to help them all.
"Irene. Come here."
Sighing, Irene turned the spit once more before hurrying to Christian. Any longer a delay would be costly.
"Happy Easter," he said, eyes bright.
"Happy Easter," she echoed, forcing her face into a smile.
"Do you have a kiss for your husband?"
She set her jaw, but pursed her lips, rising slightly to brush her lips against his.
He wrapped his arms around her, pinning her to his chest. Using lips and tongue, her forced her mouth open. She didn't fight the intrusion, allowing his tongue to sweep over her teeth and tongue.
"Yes, that's my wife. Preparing for the feast?" he asked.
"Yes," she said in relief. "It will be ready in an hour or two."
"Perfect. What do you have for me in the meantime?" He rubbed his hands together. His handsome face took on a hint of mischief. If he hadn't been her enemy, she might have found it endearing. 
Thanking Mary silently, she proffered the fancy braided loaf.
"That looks wonderful," he said, taking bread and arm, pulling her further from her fire. "But not what I have a taste for."

Thursday 11 July 2013

#FFF - Flasher Fiction Friday

With her eyes closed, she fought anxiety. The lists racing through her mind were not helping. Tools, commands, none of it was new, but everything had to be perfect.

“Breathe,” the woman reminded her. “And relax, otherwise, why are you here?” Her slight Asian accent ended in a titter.

She was right. Today had been weeks in the planning. She just needed to walk through these last steps. Facial, mani, pedi and then dressing for the night.

The club didn’t know what it was in for when the newest mistress took the floor. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure she knew either.

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Monday 8 July 2013

#TantalizingTuesday - Discovery

Passing through the hall, she heard more moans and cries, cracks and slaps. Harry stopped at one door, knocking once before opening.

“May we have the tub, Sophia?” Harry asked, blocking Jocelyn's line of sight.

“You may.” Harry stood aside to give Jocelyn entrance.

“Give her a good show, Lucy,” Sophia crooned to her captive. The woman was tied to a spike that hung from the roof. She was completely suspended, knees splayed by the bar tied to them. The woman screamed into a ball secured in her mouth as Sophia's fingers spread and played with Lucy's swollen red lips. Sophia jerked her hand up and down while Jocelyn stared, unable to break her gaze. She was close enough that when Sophia removed her hand, liquid sprayed from the woman, leaving damp patches on Jocelyn's robe.

Jocelyn's mouth hung open. Her eyes bulged and she tried to close her mouth, making odd gabbling noises. She'd never seen anything like that. Nothing in any of her classes or experiences had showed her that a woman could ejaculate. “How?” she asked when her tongue finally cooperated.

She didn't get an answer. Harry grabbed her roughly and knelt, holding her over the bent knee.

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Saturday 6 July 2013

#SerialSunday - Rising Up - Mud

The Point was beautifully dressed for the fall. It was hard to believe a month had passed since I climbed Peter's tree. Half of its leaves had fallen now too. I was glad we weren't at the lake today. The breeze was chilly.

I stepped out the car, still not quite believing he let me drive it. The vehicle was easily the most expensive thing I'd ever touched. It was fun to put my foot down and know that it would jump to whatever speed I chose. The amount of control I had sitting behind that wheel was invigorating.

"You're flushed," Peter commented, brushing my cheek as he rounded the car. "I'd think you'd ran here."

I raised a hand to my cheek, feeling the heat beneath it. Chuckling nervously, I answered, "I just like your car."

Peter's arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. "Good, then you won't be leaving me soon."

Smiling up at him, I pressed my lips to his. "Not soon, no." I kissed him again, pulling him closer, my hands sliding over his back. One of his hands drifted up, under my ponytail, cupping my neck, thumb on my cheek.

It was not a warm day, but I was starting to think I'd worn too heavy a coat. No... wait. I broke the kiss abruptly, stepping back. I giggled a little. "You'll make me overheat," I warned him.

His eyes drifted down my throat, which I was pretty sure was pinker than usual, over my coat and back up. "You could just shed a layer," he suggested with a smirk.

Friday 5 July 2013

Saturday #AfterDark - Retaliation

"Irene!" Mary called, waving her over.
Basket on one hip, Irene approached slowly, careful not spill her load of clean clothes. "Yes?" she asked.
"Oh, come, Irene. It's Easter. Aren't you happy?"
Irene's lips twisted at the reminder of the Christian holiday, the perversion of her Beltane. This would be the third abomination she was forced to celebrate with her captors. "Yes," she answered, pretending her baring of teeth was a smile. The vapid woman would probably believe it. "Of course."
"Do you have the holiday bread ready? I'm sure Christian will want it."
Irene closed her eyes and cursed quietly. "I haven't. I've been working on the feast. I have the hart." She had shot the animal with her own arrow and drained him as these fool Christians liked it, without the strength of the blood. Instead, she'd saved the nutritious fluid, drinking it herself in small doses. It satisfied a craving she'd never had before. Probably the result of eating their food all this time.
The animal was behind their house, wrapped in her herb mixture. Enough people had eaten her roasts that everyone was looking forward to her contribution and main course at the feast to celebrate their unbelievable holiday.
Christian had made sure she attended mass every Sunday, and she sat silently, spiteful. Their beliefs were backward, contradictory, and simply impractical. Their god, corporeal, was ritually killed? And came back to life? It was ludicrous. She feigned belief and observed all their rituals. She had learned to bend as Aunt Aine had told her. She could fake anything now, but hadn't fallen far enough to believe her own lies.
At last, they would pay off. Among her herbs was one she didn't use, one her mother had taught her to avoid, one that would make the meat poisonous to anyone who ate it. She had been ill a few times in the last few days, a strange sickness that came and went without warning. It wouldn't be odd to anyone when she missed the feast.
"Irene? Did you hear me?" She hadn't. She had stopped paying the woman any mind. "You can have one of mine."
Irene's grimace turned to an honest smile. "You have an extra?" she asked.
"I do." Mary smiled brightly. "You really have become one of us, haven't you? I feel like you and I are so much closer than before. Maybe it's because we have something in common?"
Irene's brow furrowed. What did she have in common with the shorter, rounder, darker woman?
"The illness. You haven't figured out what it is?" Mary had been taking ill in the mornings lately, a sure sign she was with child.
Irene dropped her basket, clothing falling out onto the ground.
"Oh! Irene!" Mary dropped to her knees to pick it up, but Irene clutched her belly, her traitorous body. How dare it carry Christian's child when it never held Owen's?
As soon as the laundry was assembled, Mary rose and hugged Irene. "You didn't know? Isn't it wonderful? Our babes will be born together."
Irene shook and the silly chit took it as excitement. "Yes. Wonderful," she echoed, falling back to her standby. Mimicking had taken her far in this village, won her this friend.
"Come back to my place. I'll give you the bread." Irene followed, eyes glazed. A child? Why? Why now? She was almost free.

Thursday 4 July 2013

#FFF Flasher Ficiton Friday - Sass
His used clear commands. “Take one pace toward me and turn away.” Taking a lazy stride, I spun, hands on my hips.

“Attitude will not help you,” he warned. “Take off the dress.”

“Yes, sir,” I said with sass, lifting my dress.

Something snapped against my bared back. He’d shot something at me! I whirled to see a wasabi chickpea resting on his middle finger, ready to flick. He dropped it back in the bowl and grabbed my arm, pulling me down across his lap.

“Too.” Spank. “Much.” Spank. “Sass.”

No, I thought, wriggling with each palmprint. Exactly enough sass.

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Monday 1 July 2013

#tantalizingtuesday - Love at first Bite

We Heart It
"I want to understand more. Sophia said I would need to ingest you to get eyes like yours. Is it more than your eyes, though? You all seem very fast.”

The man frowned a little. “We don't normally talk about that before one has spent a few sessions with their Master. We can make special use of those willing to submit completely.

“Submit completely to what?”

The man sighed, tucking her into his arm over the sheets. It was late, but the house still hadn't cooled. “Easiest to show you.” He tilted her head away from him, exposing her neck. She smiled expecting a playful nip.

He bit her. She almost jumped, but resisted at the last moment. That was a blessing; she would have torn her throat on his teeth if she had moved much. She heard him swallow and her eyes went wide. Before she could do more than register the sound, the same liquid fire she had felt in her shoulder earlier in the day spread across her chest and up into her chin. It spread faster toward her belly and lower, making her moan and slip a hand between her thighs.

“Oh, God, what are you doing?"

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Saturday 29 June 2013

#SerialSunday - Rising Up - PB&J (Peter, Beth and Jamie)

Beth was cooking me dinner. Not in my kitchen, in hers. It had been her idea. I'd suggested taking her out for dinner before a movie, but she'd vetoed that plan, saying she didn't feel like going out.

We Heart It
So now I was sitting across from Jamie, who was eyeing me up and down. I had stopped at home to
change, thank God. The girls were both in sweats and tank tops. A suit and tie would have been very out of place. As it was, I felt overdressed in a polo shirt and slacks. Jamie's eyes narrowed and she flipped up the hood of the black pullover she had put on when I came in. I tried to figure out what I might have said or done to offend her...

"Peter!" Beth greeted me with a kiss, pulling me in by the arm. "Thanks for coming." Her broad smile and her hair up in a sloppy ponytail, added to her pale arms that were usually hidden under blouse or blazer, drew me close behind her, pulling her into a reversed hug. It wasn't until my hands crossed on her belly that I realized there was someone else in the apartment.

That might have been it. I thought it was a rather innocent hug. It wasn't as though I was groping her, or rubbing myself on her, or anything untoward. In retrospect, I probably would have if Jamie hadn't appeared then.

"Peter," Jamie said formally, her reddish eyebrow arched. "I understand you hadn't taken notice of Beth before two weeks ago."

Friday 28 June 2013

Saturday #Afterdark - Aftermath

This is just one Saturday AfterDark moment. Find the others on the blog.

"Where are you taking me?" Irene demanded, walking quickly to keep up. She nearly choked on the smoke. They'd set fire to every building. "What are you doing?"
"You have a lot of questions, wife. I don't trust those ogres not to ruin you. I'm taking you back now. They'll be along with your women, the ones they don't kill." He was so cold, so matter of fact.
"What makes you think I'll go with you?" She was tossed in the direction of a boat but didn't climb in. He picked her up and dropped in the center, pushing the boat off the shore.
"I don't think I'll give you a choice." He climbed in and sat between a pair of oars, starting the vessel in motion. Once they were out of sight of her burning village, he stopped rowing. "Now, if you want to talk, we can talk. I am Christian."
"I'll bet you are," she spat. Those damned Christians and their male God. Didn't they know the earth was female? They would pay when her patience ended.
"That is my name," he explained. "I am a believer of Christ as well, as you will be."
She spat into the lake. "Never."
Her chin was seized in his hand. He was nothing like Owen, slender, wiry, hairless. His beard was so fine and light as to be non-existent. "You will do as I say, wife, or you will pay in pain. Now, what is your name?"
"Irene," she said through clenched teeth. "You can hurt me all you like, you will not break me."
"We'll see. As to your other questions. I am taking you to my father. He has always been fond of fiery women. He will applaud my choice."
It was too close to what Owen had wanted, a wife to impress his father. Her eyes lost focus, remembering the only time she'd met her father-in-law. He had adored her, congratulated Owen and wished them eternal happiness. An eternity had proven impossibly short. How could Owen be dead? How could this be happening? Her mind screamed with denial.
"No!" she shouted, throwing herself over the side of the boat.

Thursday 27 June 2013

#FFF Flasher Fiction Friday - That Time
I lifted my head groggily. Everything was black. Turning my head from side to side, I shifted the blindfold.

“Awake already? Would you like some more?” Her voice was soft, full of concern. “I thought you would sleep longer.”

Delicate fingers smoothed my hair and I put my head back on the floor. “What is on my fingers?” I asked. They were slightly sticky and something was crusted on them.

“You are.”

Right. This was my first session while on my cycle. God, it made me horny.

A smack landed on my upturned ass. “You didn’t answer me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

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Wednesday 26 June 2013

Naughty Nights is 2! #bloghop #anniversary #erotica

What would you say if your two year old started putting out lines like this:
"His hands never left me, probing and squeezing" -- Tessa Wanton, Tickles Pink
Or how about:
"The overweight man was shackled to the 'X' cross, his back and legs marked with red and purple welts." --Cassandre Dayne, Bad Things - Hunger.

I think that two-year old need a serious spanking, don't you? And then maybe her mouth washed out with soap, you dirty little girl.

But Naughty Nights isn't a toddler. She's fully grown with all the enticing bits filled in. She's not shy, she doesn't pull her punches, and you know you want to celebrate by visiting and getting to know her better. In an effort to help you with that, I'm giving away a gift certificate for Naughty Nights so you can buy anything there that catches your fancy. I'm sure you'll find more than one thing.

And here's something from Blue Moon House which isn't even one yet. How is she talking?! Yeah, the only baby this is, is mine. My baby who is spawning a whole series of children, I mean prequels. Take a peek into Blue Moon House, leave a comment about your favourite sub-genre of erotica (Mine would have to be BDSM) and enter to win both my little GC for $10 and the grand prizes from Naughty Nights.

Monday 24 June 2013

#tantalizingtuesday - Safe Words

We Heart It
His free hand came between them and rubbed the crack between her cheeks. As always, when someone touched her there, she immediately stiffened. Her reaction didn't affect the man beneath her who didn't pause in using his cock as a giant finger. She couldn't stay hesitant long.

She stiffened again when the finger dipped into her anus. It didn't burn this time, didn't snag at all. It was still too much for her. “Buckles,” she said, pushing herself up.

The man held her bottom, helping her rise. “Let me get you a new towel.” He took one of the ones from the floor and wrapped it around his waist, shaking out his hair. Jocelyn pushed her own out of her face, the blonde locks curling. “Thank you,” she said, surprised.

He was back quicker than Sophia, though he held only one towel. He wrapped it around her shoulders and rubbed her dry. “You are all right?” he asked, concern in his jewel-like blue eyes. Her took hold of the clasp of the chain around her neck, releasing it.

“I-Yes. Fine. It didn't hurt.”

His smile was small. “But it was bad.”

She nodded. “Not terrible. I didn't really mean to stop.”

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Sunday 23 June 2013

Rue Allyn - Heart Melting Romance

Today I'd like to welcome Rue Allyn. How did you find your publishers? Why did you choose them?

I found my publishers (Red Sage, Crimson Romance, The Wild Rose Press, and Samhain) by asking fellow authors who they liked working with and then researching each publisher and the acquiring editor(s) by searching the web. I read articles, blogs, and reviewed FB and website pages. I looked for houses and editors that I thought would be a good match for specific manuscripts. For example, Samhain was starting their ‘Retro’ imprint intended for re-issues and new editions of previously published work. Originally published in 2001, my medieval romance, A True and Perfect Knight, was an ideal fit for the Retro imprint. Red Sage is one of the first houses to specialize in Erotic Romance and thus were a terrific place for my Sexy Sailor Series.

Where did the inspiration for your stories come from?

I get inspiration from all sorts of people, places and things. Setting, historical events, and classic literature tend to inspire my historical romances. The Wildfire Love series (One Moment’s Pleasure, One Night’s Desire and One Day’s Loving) was inspired by my travels to San Francisco, Yellowstone National Park and Boston MA respectively. A True and Perfect Knight was inspired by Chaucer’s Knight’s Tale from The Canterbury Tales combined with events of Edward I’s wars with the Welsh. Oddly enough, location and personal experience (not of the erotic variety) inspire my erotic romances. The Widow’s Revenge is set in Lake Tahoe, the last place I visited with my mother. Off Limits and Hazard Duty (Sexy Sailors 1 & 2) draw on my ten years experience in the USN for technical details about the Navy. The men and women of the US armed forces also have a great deal to do with how I develop the characters for those books.

How long has the writing process been from outline to print?

The process varies depending on the complexity and length of the story. I can draft and polish a simple short novella (25,000 words or less) in about four weeks. Longer more complicated manuscripts will take eight to twelve weeks.

Hazard Duty ~ Sexy Sailors # 2 

Joe Hazard filled all of Ros Duncan’s teenaged fantasies, but now she’s an adult with a mission, and no handsome sailor will get in her way. The first in her family to earn a college education, she escaped Bird’s Gap, the deadly dull, stifling town of her childhood and the scene of her most embarrassing memories. However as principal of Bird’s Gap High School she wants to see every child in town go to college not be forced to chose between working in the mines or risking life and limb in the military.

Hazard Duty will be available for purchase on July 01, 2013. If you’d like to read an excerpt of follow this link . Please leave a comment and let me know if the story intrigues you. Everyone who comments will have their e-mail address entered into a drawing for a free download of Hazard Duty. You may also enter by leaving a review of one of my other books at Amazon. Just check my author page for book details. I’ll be collecting entries throughout the entire Hazard Duty blog tour (June 24 – July 1—find the schedule of appearances at The winner will be announced July 4th on my blog.

Saturday 22 June 2013

#SerialSunday - Rising Up - Lunch Special

Mary looked at me crosswise through the morning commute.

"What?" I finally asked her.

"You're glowing," she said, narrowing her eyes. "Are you pregnant?"

"What? No! Mary!" I couldn't believe she would suggest it. I hadn't had sex in months. If my luck held, that wouldn't be true for much longer, but still.

"Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a bunch." She looked me up and down. "Assuming you're wearing any."

Now she was just being Mary. I pursed my lips and tried to ignore it.

"Who is he?" she asked with a sigh.

"You mean you don't know?" I asked, arching a brow.

"I do. I want you to say it."

I huffed. Were we so obvious? "Does everyone know?"

"No, but I'm not just anyone." She rolled her blue eyes at me, shaking her blonde locks. "Come on, Beth. Out with it. What's going on with you two?"

"We're... seeing each other." What could I tell her? We weren't 'going steady' or any other inane thing like that. We'd gone for dinner twice and he'd fished with me. Oh, and we'd made out hot enough that I needed new underwear. What did that count for?

"Seeing each other," she repeated. "Well, that's a start. How'd the donation go?"

My grin broadened. "I gave you two."

She rolled her eyes. "You can't give twice, Beth."

"I didn't. I brought a second."

Her lips turned up in a grin as well. "Peter?" she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

I nodded vigorously. "And then he took me for a burger. How awesome is that?" I asked excitedly.

"Pretty perfect," she agreed with a smile. "I should have let you handle the drive yourself. You were on the rampage."

"I hate losing," I muttered, slouching and crossing my arms.

Mary chuckled, eyes on the road. "Well, I don't see that being a problem."

Friday 21 June 2013

Saturday #AfterDark - Bend

This story contains references to rape. Please, if you don't wish to continue, head back to the blog and read the other entries!

Irene was tossed among the children in the hall. The raping hadn't finished yet, and Irene was quick to pull the crying girls and boys around her.
"Shh. It will be over soon. It will be over soon." She couldn't say it would be all right. That would be a lie.
"Hey! I found a fresh one!" Irene moved to block more of the room from the children's eyes, but she couldn't spare them everything.
"Siobhan? What are they doing to Siobhan?!"
"Shh. Don't watch. Don't listen. Remember that you are Lehry. We are better than them."
The children continued to cry and scream, nearly as loud as their mothers. Irene refused to turn around, refused to watch for the next man to come for her.

Thursday 20 June 2013

#FFF Flasher Fiction Friday - Office Party

“Chloe. Enjoying the party?” Chloe shifted her attention from her younger colleagues to her older boss.

“Um, yeah,” she answered reluctantly. She’d been on edge all night. Mike had his jacket off for the first time in memory and she’d been eyeing his newly exposed ass at every opportunity. Why hadn’t she noticed how good he looked? Sure he had a few gray hairs, but so did she.

“Anything I can do to make it better?” he asked.

Chloe took one look at the kids on the floor. Fuck it. “Yes.” She grabbed him by the shirt for a kiss.

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Tuesday 18 June 2013

Guest Post from @McMillenDC - The Wedding

Today, I offer my stage to D.C. McMillan, who almost screwed me over (no not really), but came up with
this just prior to the deadline. Enjoy!!

Twas the Night Before My Guest Blog
Twas the night
Before my guest blog
When all through my brain
Not an idea was brewing
No matter how hard it strained

Witty stories wouldn’t come
Nothing recent to share
I Couldn’t recall
A single memory
To lay bare

My gracious host awaited
For me to meet my deadline
While visions of screwing her over
Invaded my mind

I thought and I thought
Prayed to several gods
To think of just one thing
To write for her blog
I finally gave up
And drifted to sleep
Tossing and turning
A deadline I would not keep

But I awoke in the morning
Thinking  all would be fine
A few hours left to extract
A clever thought from my mind
A naughty limerick, perhaps                      
Or something that leads
Into my latest book
With the utmost
Of ease
Why not a poem?
Asked the boyfriend
Or something about Mayor Ford
Just do it and then
Go the fuck to work, good lord!

So I took a deep breath
My fingers began to clatter
Across the keys of my keyboard
Alas, I would end this matter

A poet I am not
No Clement Clarke Moore
As made painfully clear
By the embarrassing little ditty
I’ve written here
So let’s move forth

To The Wedding
My latest release
The erotic little story
A quick and fun read

The Wedding:
Karen is not the type to attend a wedding with a guy she’s only slept with once but, in a rare display of empathy, she agrees to accompany her new landlord Allen to this sure-to-be-boring function. Fortunately, Karen knows how to have a good time, and she’s pretty sure she and Allen can make their own fun...even if they have to do it in the outdoors just steps away from a couple hundred stuffy wedding guests.

And we even get an excerpt!

The car rumbled to life and he pulled from the roundabout into traffic. He seemed at ease, his hand alternately resting on my thigh and the shifter. As we neared our destination, however, his comfort steadily dissipated. His fingers tapped against the wheel and he smoothed his other hand along the thigh of his dress pants. Jesus, I hope he’s not going to act like this all night. There better be an open bar.

“So, uh, like I said,” he said finally. “My ex-best friend and his wife won’t be there.”

“Uh huh,” I said, distracted. Who doesn’t have an open bar at a wedding these days? No one, that’s who. God, I hope the champagne is good. I need an overflowing glass of expensive champagne, like, ten minutes ago. Since when does Karen Valentine go to weddings as someone’s date?

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D.C. McMillen enjoys writing about dirty sex in questionable places but has been known to write about other subjects, on special occasions. She is featured in MuseItHot’s Short & Spicy line up with The Rental, The Wedding and A Decent December. D.C.’s short stories and flash fiction can be found in several anthologies and other print and online publications. She is obsessed with Twitter and invites you to look her up at @mcmillendc, on her blog, or Facebook.

Monday 17 June 2013

#tantalizingtuesday - Fun in the Tub

We Heart It
“A bath. I think I might like one of those.” The man pulled the string holding his pants up and they fell to his ankles. Now he had Jocelyn's attention again. “You will join me?” His tone made it seem a request, but his eyes were expectant. She would obey.

“Happily, sir.”

His lips pursed. “Sir. I like it.” Apparently Master and Mistress were the common modes of address. Jocelyn, who couldn't remember when she'd worn her robe last, slid into the tub atop the man whose name she didn't know.

There was something alluring about that, sex with a stranger. She splayed her legs so his shaft came between her lower lips and she could tease the head of him.

He shifted lower in the water, opening a little space between their genitalia. He took himself in his hand and began rubbing her with his cock.

So many new things! No man had done this before. They were all quick to have themselves covered either by a mouth or a pussy.

“Yes, yes, sir.” She wondered if she should be silent, but she couldn't be. “Saints alive. Goddamn. That feels so good.” She gave voice to all her pleasure.

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Sunday 16 June 2013

Authors To Watch - @TriciaDrammeh

Today I'd like to welcome a lady with a list. It's a list everyone should watch and want to be on. Authors To Watch. What more do I say? Tricia, you have authors from a variety of genres on your Authors to Watch list. Where do you find them all?

I started by interviewing friends I'd met on, but now the authors find me. Some find me through the Authors to Watch Facebook page. Some are referred by other authors. It's lots of fun meeting new authors. I've found tons of great books too.

Are there any genres you are looking for authors to include?

Any genre is great! I have authors from Young Adult to Erotica. I'd like to see more science fiction and historical romance authors.

Check, I know some SciFi/Fantasy authors...What gave you the idea of this listing? Has it been difficult to establish?

Saturday 15 June 2013

#SundaySerial - Rising Up - Game Face

Gary accosted me as soon as I came in the door. "How was your weekend? I tried to call."

Busybody, I thought, wishing he would back off. "Good. I went fishing," I said with a grin.

"You don't fish," Gary said sceptically, narrowing his eyes. "Who fishes?" He tapped his chin trying to figure it out. "Hey, Beth!" he called over the cube walls.

"Would you shut up!" I hissed at him, grabbing his thick arm and not quite getting my fingers around. Gary had been a linebacker. He was pudgy now, but still big everywhere.

He didn't even seem to notice me. He waved to Beth who had rolled her chair out to look down the row of cubicles.

She wasn't alone of course. Half the desks in the row were now looking our way. I rolled my eyes, leaving Gary standing there and heading to my office.

I closed the door, sighing loudly, and put my head on my desk for a moment.

I had spent all of Sunday thinking about Saturday. I'd called Beth and talked to her on the phone for an hour. My own grandmother couldn't keep me on the phone that long. She'd gotten me talking about music, art, movies, all things I hadn't really thought about in years. They'd seemed so frivolous. Yet hearing her talk about the band she'd caught with Jamie, especially having her sing to me, well, it was easy to get interested. I remembered how much I had enjoyed going out with my friends and catching a game, hitting the pub after. I told her about the plays we'd done in high school. I hadn't thought about acting since... since Sarah.

I heard the door open and lifted my head quickly, picking up the first piece of paper on my desk. It was a memo for the blood drive. I groaned and tossed it, looking to see who had come in without knocking, Gary or Mary...

Friday 14 June 2013

Saturday #Afterdark - Capture

Warning! This story contains rape. It is not intended to be titillating, and it is not described in detail, but if you need, head back to the blog and read one of the other stories.

Irene fired three final arrows as the enemy rushed from the shores. Then she drew the sword, determined to protect the women and children inside.
Of course, if all the men were slain there was little to protect. The village, the clan, would die.
The large man approaching had blood matted in his beard and crusted on his clothes. At least some of it was his own, but Irene doubted all of it was.
"Tasty," he murmured, slashing with his blade.
Irene turned it, the arc swinging harmlessly to the ground. She used her own lighter sword and greater speed to bring the tip up his right arm. His broadsword didn't require two hands, but his left was awkward as it tried to lift the unaccustomed weight. Irene used the moment to slam her blade into the side of his neck, over his armor. He fell in a heap, blood running out in a stream. The smell of it, the taste. Her vision seemed to fill with red and her breath slowed, her grip on the sword tightening. She would stand against them all. The blood made her strong, made her mad. She dispatched the second and third man with little more difficulty. A slice to her shoulder stung and made her slower, but the pain was distant, outside the blood haze. She waited for the next.
He wasn't long coming. He was taller than the fallen men, but thinner as well. His sword was lighter as well, making him more than a match for Irene. She turned his blade as well, the blood-fire making her confident.

Thursday 13 June 2013

#FFF Flasher Fiction Friday - Artistic Licence

Tanya held the ceiling strap. This was the last session. She gritted her teeth.

“You know, babe, I’m not sure we need another rose.” His finger traced lightly over her armpit. “Now that it’s all healed, well, it looks fucking fantastic. Mind if I get a picture?” His book of inked pieces had convinced Tanya this was the man for her. She was honored to be included.

“Not at all.” She stepped out of her panties and wrapped a hand over her breasts, never letting go of her handhold.

“Beautiful.” Bobby snapped twice, then pulled her hand away. "Fucking Fantastic."

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Wednesday 12 June 2013

#ThursdayThrill - Rising Up - Visiting Grandmere and Grandpere

Time for another Thursday Thrill. You can read all of the thrills by visiting the blog. For this installment, I thought I'd post a new segment from my Serial Sunday , Rising Up. Peter, an orphaned adult, has grandparents in Paris, but I'd never written about Beth and Peter visiting them. 
Looking back, I watched Peter chase after me. I shook water off our umbrella and prepared to run away again. His wet hair curled on his forehead and around his ears. The rain was light but had taken its toll, soaking into his clothes.
"Get back here," he called, reaching for me.
Giggling, I let him catch me and swing me by the waist. Then he rubbed his wet head on my shoulder, shaking water free.
I shivered and pushed him away, but he held me. The umbrella had tipped to the side and he nudged it farther out of the way, kissing me.
Dropping the umbrella into his grasp, I turned my head, looking at the tower behind us. Paris didn't impress Peter, but it was the first time I had been here. Our daughter, Sarah, was napping with Peter's grandparnets while we explored on our own for the afternoon. We weren't the only couple in the street. Rather, there was an older couple cuddling on a bench as well as more couples nearer our age. 
I watched the wrinkled faces smile at one another and kiss chastely. They reminded me of Grandpapa and Grandmama. I only hoped Peter and I would be as happy at that age.

Tuesday 11 June 2013

A Voyeuristic Lover - Gemma Parkes @gemmapar #Release #erotica

Gemma Parkes has a release due out tomorrow. Here she is to tell us all about it.

Hi Angelica, Thank you for having me over today, it’s always a pleasure to visit your lovely blog! I have dropped by today to tell your readers about my latest release:

Due to be released on June 13th ‘A Voyeuristic Lover’ is a Naughty Nights Press exclusive Hotshot. (Also available on All Romance EBooks)

Multi partner sex is something we all like to fantasise about occasionally. For erotic authors it’s great to involve lots of characters in a sexual situation. However sordid the reality of that would be the fantasy is always worth writing about.

Monday 10 June 2013

#tantalizingtuesday - Giddyup

Jocelyn took two more large bites and knocked the tray aside, nearly attacking the woman in bed with her.

“Whoa, girl.” Lynn chuckled, catching Jocelyn's wrists in her hands. Jocelyn tried to pull free, but Lynn was stronger than her slender frame suggested. Jocelyn wasn't big, but bigger than Lynn.

Jocelyn relaxed, but Lynn didn't let go, pushing until Jocelyn lay back against the pillows. Then she held each of Jocelyn's hands down with her shins and positioned herself over Jocelyn's mouth.

“Gid up,” Jocelyn murmured, tipping her chin and stretching to kiss the lips before her. Lynn spread her thighs wider and squatted down over Jocelyn's face. Jocelyn was glad to ease the strain on her neck and put her tongue into her efforts, licking first the button of flesh at the top and then sinking into the canal below. “Mmm.”

“You really do prefer my taste,” Lynn whispered, her breath coming more quickly. “And you are good at that.” Her fingers slid into Jocelyn's hair, twisting it and pulling.

Jocelyn moaned a little and pulled her own knees up, sliding a finger along her slit. She imagined her finger was another tongue, licking, flicking.

Lynn's finger replaced hers, one hand releasing blond locks. “Yes, you are doing so good.”

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Saturday 8 June 2013

#SerialSunday - Rising Up - Saturday, Beth's side

I bent over and picked up the soft flannel.

"Here," Peter started, reaching for his discarded shirt. The day was nice enough, and now that the sun was up, he wouldn't need the layer. Disregarding him, I pulled it on. The scales from the fish sparkled in the sun and made me smile. It was still a little damp, but that didn't bother me either. The worst part had to be the smell. Fish, when living, don't smell much, but they decay fast, and the parts on this shirt were well on their way.

I turned to him, one eyebrow cocked, daring him to try to take the shirt from me.

He stopped, hung his head for a moment, and then smiled sheepishly. "It looks good on you?" he asked, offering it rather than stating.

I chuckled. "It looked good on you too. I don't know why you got so upset."

He ran a hand through his now uncapped hair and then grimaced, looking at his hand. He started to turn, but I stopped him, grabbing his arm.

"No, Peter. Tell me."

I held his eyes with mine, trying to give him courage.

They seemed to moisten as they softened. Though no tears fell, I was sure they were there.

"I... I have a... I need to be..." he tried several times, and I slid my hand to his, holding it. I didn't try to guess what he was telling me; I waited.

"People expect me to be this," he said, gesturing first at himself and then at his car. "I worked to make myself fit, and it's disappointing when I don't."

Friday 7 June 2013

Saturday #Afterdark - Incoming

Will Merydith @flickr
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Another boat appeared on the horizon, then another and another. Irene and her brothers had nearly emptied the first one to reach shore. Only two sailors scrambled out to be cut down by Brennan's sword. The next two boats, however, were better shielded, their arrows striking wood instead of flesh.
Irene held her string taut, watching carefully. They were so far away and bobbing slightly. Her brothers howled and roared around her, fueling themselves for the battle ahead. She remained calm, still. Once this had been difficult for her, being patient, but much had changed in only a few months. Owen had changed her. She was able to accept more, wait more, give more.
There. She loosed and her arrow slipped through a break in the shields to strike flesh. One shield shook and nearly came down, but the man holding it fought his pain to keep it in place. Irene took her next arrow and nocked it.
"You need to go, Irene," Sean insisted, jostling her elbow.
She twisted, dragging the arrow point along his cheek and opening a shallow scratch. "No," she said defiantly. "I will kill them all." She trained the arrow on the boat again, waiting for another breech.
Sean moved behind her and picked her up by the waist.
"Put me down!" She kicked and fought, earning him deeper scratches and bruises. "Put me down!" she insisted again.
He dropped her at the door to the hall, the meeting room where the entire village met to discuss  the harvest, erecting new buildings, trade offers and the like. It was where all the women and children were hiding.
One of the women helped Irene to her feet. "Come in, girl," she insisted, tugging Irene's hand.
Irene yanked it back. "Stay inside. I'll guard the door." She wouldn't sit by and watch her village destroyed, her brothers killed one by one. She might not be able to fight on the shore, but by all the gods she knew and didn't, she wasn't going to stop fighting. She still had arrows, though several had fallen out of the quiver while she struggled. She put one to the string and watched the shore for the boats to arrive. The next man to set foot on their land had an arrow though his thigh. The third had one in his throat and the fourth took one in the side.

Thursday 6 June 2013

#FFF Flasher Fiction Friday - Blind

Tracy crawled on her hands and knees, almost blind without her glasses. She’d tried contacts, but they’d never felt comfortable. Feeling around, she found the front door. Surely they hadn’t gotten this far. She wished her boyfriend hadn’t moved out. He could have found them in a heartbeat.

“Now that’s a nice view.” A hand connected with her buttocks and her head whipped back, hair flying.

“James?” she asked, startled.

“You left the back door open. Looking for these?” She squinted and grabbed for the eyewear.

“I think I’d like payment first. Turn around again.” His hand caressed her bottom.

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Wednesday 5 June 2013

#ThursdayThrills - The Show

Read all the other Thrills by popping over to the blog.

Candy surveyed the room, hopefully the buyer she wanted was out there. Most of the men and women surveying the floor would never hope to afford this machine, but all of them looked, all of them wanted. That want fed Candy. She felt the warmth of all those gazes on her skin. They weren't only looking at the car, they were looking at her.
Running a hand over the smooth paint, she passed to the front of the vehicle, then reached over the hood, seeming to wipe off a speck of dust. In reality, she was just giving everyone another reason to look at her and the car.
Her blood raced, drinking in all the desire surrounding her. Even when not directed to her, she could feel it, savour it. The couple looking at the Prius across the way. They could afford that, they wanted it, and that want fed her.

Tuesday 4 June 2013

#TantalizingTuesday - In the Tub

Picture by LesMedia
“I won't stay long,” Sophia warned. She doffed the robe she wore and slipped into the tub, placing herself in Jocelyn's lap.

Jocelyn ran her fingers down Sophia's cheek. “May I ask, Madam?”

Sophia chuckled. “I prefer Mistress. Madam makes me feel old.”

Jocelyn laughed. “You do not look old, Mistress.”

“Well, that's good.”

“What makes your eyes so brilliant? Lynn said I wouldn't believe it, but I keep wondering.”

Sophia didn't answer. She ran her hand along Jocelyn's leg, pulling it over her own and stroking it. “It is a condition. It isn't spreading, though. You would have to...ingest us for it to happen to you.”

At the mention of ingesting, Jocelyn kissed Sophia's neck, nibbling on it.

Sophia laughed. “A little more than that.”

“But not here.” Jocelyn took her time, running her fingers along the crease of Sophia's thigh and up the inside before curling her fingers to tease the other woman's labia. “I ingested plenty from there.”

Sophia hummed, sinking lower in the bath and sending a small wave cresting over the side. She sat up. “Bother. That's very bad for the floor, the reason we don't fill the tub very full.”

Jocelyn stayed in place, frowning.

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Saturday 1 June 2013

#SerialSunday - Rising Up - Saturday

Photo by: Courtney Carmody
I walked Beth home, dreading leaving her at the door. I held her hand, as I had through the show, luxuriating in the contact. Her laugh was as good as I remembered, and we had both laughed a lot. I wanted to talk to her, to ask her something, but the quiet was so nice. Sharing her company was something new to me, and I didn't want to spoil it.

"This is me," she said, stopping in front of the building.

"Right." I pulled her hand up, rubbing the back of it. "Um..."

"What are you doing tomorrow?" she asked.

I met her eyes, blinking in surprise. "N-nothing," I stuttered.

She looked at our joined hands and put her other hand around mine as well. "My parents have a cabin on the lake. I was thinking of going fishing. Do you fish?" she asked, looking up with those dark eyes, soulful and bottomless.

"I... I haven't," I admitted. "But I'd like to," I added quickly.

She smiled shyly and looked at our hands again. "I only have one pole, but I'm sure we can share."
I put my free hand to her cheek, my thumb rubbing the apple. She met my eyes again, this time seeming almost frightened.


She blinked and swallowed. "You were going to kiss me again," she said slowly.

I blushed a little. "Would you rather I didn't?" I asked.

Friday 31 May 2013

Saturday # AfterDark - Why was I afraid?

This will be the last from Irene and Owen's past. We'll be jumping forward after this. Read all the AfterDark Moments.

Irene propped up on her elbow. Owen's breathing next to her was deep and even. She ran her fingers through the curls on his chest as it rose and fell. His face was peaceful and as innocent as a babe's.
We Heart It
How had she ever feared him? She was sure he was fearsome in battle, but he'd always been gentle with her. The one thing that still frightened her and made her thighs tighten together was equally unimpressive at the moment. His penis hung limply on his thigh, still long, but soft and wrinkled.
"Plotting your vengeance?" he asked, not opening his eyes.
Her gaze snapped to his face where he grinned smugly. "Planning to rob me of my manhood?" he asked, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling. "You're worth it."
"I think I won't be as hasty as that. I get the impression I might come to enjoy it."
He growled against her scalp. "I dearly hope so."

Thursday 30 May 2013

#FFF Flasher Fiction Friday - One Man's Treasure

Dude, what is that?
Oh, that’s my mom’s idea of art.
Your mom seriously got a print of guy getting it on with his girl?
Yeah, she said it would make me think twice whenI brought a girl in here.
How’s that? I mean, it’d make her think twice. Who hangs shit like that?
Oh, I’m sure if I brought a girl in here, she’d be too busy to notice the decor.
Yeah, right. So what was your mom thinking?
It’s a warning.
Of what? The cat?
Yes. Haven’t you met Shadow? She refuses to clip his claws.

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Wednesday 29 May 2013

#ThursdayThrills - Perfectly Alone

Everything was supposed to be perfect. I'd done everything right, the right wine, the right cheese. I'd cooked for Christ's sake. When was the last time I'd done that? Everything was going so well, too. She seemed to be in a good mood for the first time in months. Really relaxed. Like things were on a high.

I suppose, for her, they were. How was I to know that two days off after fifteen years was too little, too late? How could I have known she was looking for something more in the bedroom. It wasn't like she'd ever told me, just had the same sex every Tuesday and Friday. It was satisfying for me.

She was my everything. I was sure I'd told her that. Didn't I tell her I loved her every night before we went to sleep? Didn't I kiss her good morning? Didn't I thank her for feeding me, cleaning up after me, raising our children.

I did, didn't I? I was sure I had. I'd been eager when she'd suggested joining a yoga class, a book club, a knitting circle. I was happy she had friends and activities that made her happy. I didn't take the subtle hint that they were escapes from me.

"Fuck off, ants." I brushed them aside and emptied the second bottle of wine. Everything was supposed to be perfect. And her I sat. Perfectly alone.

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Monday 27 May 2013

#tantalizingtuesday - Preparation, Perspiration

Pressing Julia’s face to the bed, Sophia’s hand came down hard, making Julia wince at the stinging. Then there was burning as Sophia’s teeth broke the skin of Julia’s left buttock. Another spank and another bite.

“Tell me you are prepared,” Sophia demanded.

“I-I am,” Julia stammered. Harry had instructed her to take extra iron and over-hydrate in anticipation of being fed upon this weekend. She expected Sophia wouldn’t be the only one to bite her. All these bites were quick though, small blood loss. Julia was sure the purpose was to put Sophia’s saliva into the wounds. It had an aphrodisiac effect, making Julia start to sway her hips as she became hotter and wetter. Sophia indulged her, fingers stirring her pussy only to stop and spank her again for several minutes, long enough for the edge of pleasure to recede into pain. Then Sophia would bite again and start fondling.

The spanking was followed by a more thorough fucking, and then by a flogging. Most recently Sophia had used a wand, vibrating Julia to orgasm. Julia was covered in sweat, shuddering. Her legs collapsed, and Sophia’s hands alone kept her from falling down.

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Note: This teaser comes from Blue Moon House. If you are interested in purchasing a copy, head to Naughty Nights Press.

Sunday 26 May 2013

#Review I have a couple more!! #erotica

So, my post on reviews lead me to two reviewers and one has already posted both her reviews, one for Kitten and one for the original Blue Moon House.  I'm expecting another at the beginning of next month from Dee Little. In the meantime, go check out what she's reading.

Saturday 25 May 2013

#SerialSunday - Rising Up - What's In This?

Monday came quickly. I held my breath as I stepped out of the elevator, preparing to face Peter for the first time since the weekend. I thought about his kiss, his arms, his hair... My heel caught in the gap of the doors and I went sprawling. My purse fell open, contents scattering across the floor.

Gary applauded, the ass.

Mary chuckled, but she scooped up my make-up and various cards. She passed me my phone last.

"Get outta my tree?" she asked.

"Shut up," I complained. Of course Jamie had told her.

My nervousness turned out to be completely unfounded. The end of the quarter had come and everyone was busy. Everyone except Gary. He decided that a lunch swap was a great team-building exercise. If he wasn't such a nice guy, or so big, someone would have shut him down when it came to ideas like this. Instead everyone reluctantly passed over their lunches, or cash if they were buying lunch. He was making the selections at the deli down the block, and we were all eating our desks.

At noon, Gary walked around pushing the mail cart and randomly handing over food.