#MidWeekTease Old Flame Burns Again

Happy Hump Day! Has Winter reached you yet? If it has, here's a tease to warm you up. It comes from my contribution to A Valentines for Two, Old Flame Burns Again.

“Do you know how bright you looked tonight? How wonderful? I can see how much you missed her, how happy she made you. My heart ached to look at you. If just seeing Lisa can do that, I wish she lived closer."
She kissed me back. “I have missed her. I can’t wait to see her tomorrow.”
“Can’t you? Do you think…you’ll do something special?”
She frowned and sat back while I put the car in reverse. “What do you mean?”
I navigated the garage and got us on the road before answering. “I mean, like old times.” Was my jealousy showing? I thought I had it in check, but did my voice seem strained?
“No, I don’t think so. I mean, she has someone and I have you.”
“Do you ever think about it?” I was glad it was dark and she couldn’t see how flushed I’d become, jealousy written all over my face.
She didn’t answer right away, which I took as a good sign. It meant when she did speak, it would be honest. “Sometimes. Not very often. Never when we’re… I mean, I think tonight’s the first time I’ve thought of it in over a year.”
I didn’t bring it up again until we shared the bathroom, her removing makeup, me brushing my teeth.
“What did you think about tonight?”
“Hm? What?” She picked up her own brush.
“You and Lisa, what did you think about?”
She scrubbed a few seconds before answering. “I thought it was great to see her again. I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”
I moved to stand behind her, just as I had when we were preparing for dinner. “What are you looking forward to?” I slid my hands over her hips, joining them on her pelvis, atop the satiny nightie she wore. Curiosity warred with jealousy. I had to know what she thought about, fantasized. “Tell me?” I whispered, my lips brushing her ear. Using my tongue, I picked up her lobe and nibbled on it.
She groaned and dropped her toothbrush. Shifting her weight, she rubbed her hips against my growing erection. “I’m not expecting anything like that.” She turned within the circle of my arms. I cupped her ass and pulled her closer. “I mean, even if you didn’t mind, I don’t know that she’d want to do anything.”
“What if she did?” I thrust my hips, making my intention obvious.

Will she? Will they? Yeah, of course they will, but you'll have to wait for that part! Hop around to all the other teases!

#WeWriWa Old Flame Burns Again - A Valentine for Two #menage #erotic #romance #lesbian

I have a steamy Sunday 8. It's my contribution to A Valentines for Two, which is available for preorder. This is Old Flame Burns Again and Lisa has wandered into Ben's life. She is his wife's first, lesbian lover. As you will see, his imagination gets the better of him. WARNING: explicit. I won't be sad if you skip me. ;)

On the one hand, I was jealous of Lisa and the very intimate relationship she'd had with my wife. On the other, I was glad to see Diane so happy. The idea of Lisa's hands on my wife and the sex we’d had Valentine’s night made it difficult to concentrate on anything.
I tried going to bed early, but that just made it worse. In my mind, Lisa’s plump breasts pressed up against Di’s. They kissed one another, touched one another. My hand slid over my growing erection, lust overtaking jealousy. While I imagined Lisa licking at Di’s pussy, I stroked myself, wishing I could feel that same pussy right now.

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Sexy in Space ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS170

My only story off Earth is in the world of Fae, not outer space, so I'm taking a twist on this theme and giving a scene about using space. What to do when you have six vampires but only one bed?

"Wait!” Jocelyn said in excitement. “I have something. Terrance, can you push that bed toward this one?” She directed the vampires as they easily shifted furniture about, shoving the beds to abut one another.

When it was ready, Jocelyn pulled out her surprise, letting it float over the mattresses.

"A sheet?” Sophia asked, taking one of the far corners to help Jocelyn stretch it over the bed.

"Yes. I thought it was silly for you to keep breaking into groups when it seemed obvious none of you wanted that. Now, you'll have one bed big enough for everyone.” 

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#MidWeekTease Winter's Embrace #paranormal

Hello teasers and teasees! I'm working through edits on two pieces that will be in boxed sets early in the new year. This one is from a faerie story. I hope you like it!

Verte stood among her brothers and sisters. Each held their power ready, regarding the enemies facing them. Between them and the monochromatic Winter fae were her father and Mab, Queen of Winter. Verte knew Bruno, wept for him when he was found, dead on Summer soil with a Winter dagger melting away in his back. Bruno wasn't one of her half-brothers, heir of Summer, but he was family.
The attack Summer launched and the defence Winter mounted created the worst clash between the faeries in eternal memory. The two had never been friendly and tensions constantly rose and waned as season after season passed and power shifted between them. The Winter faerie's unexplained death ended the peaceful opposition. Winter sought retribution on Bruno, her mate, which led to this—her father and Mab brokering a truce.

Rumours were that these grey fae were Mab's children, but how one fae could bear so many baffled Verte. They ranged from deep, dark soot color, much like the completely black Mab, to one female who seemed pure white. The starkness of their line was so different from the riot of color in Summer. Verte had brilliant green hair with streaks of brown like branches. Her skin was the green-brown of a flush twig about to burst into full leaf. Her brothers ranged from Russo's red-brown skin and rusty hair to Aurum's brilliant yellow, rivalling Goldenrod, his sister, behind him. They were full siblings, as Verte was with Folio and Oliver. Both ignored her, focusing on their father and the Winter fae.
Rushing murmurs came from both sides as the monarchs bowed their heads to one another before returning to their armies.
“Done.” Tristan turned back toward his faeries. “I have need of volunteer from among my daughters.”
Verte looked to Goldenrod, Rose, and Violet. She was the oldest of them. Seeing fear in their eyes, she stepped forward.
“How can I be of use, Father?”
“Verte, always true,” he said, his large hand, the color and texture of centuries old bark cupping her cheek. His hair curled like moss on a stump. “I need you to be the sign of our truce. They lost a daughter to one of our sons. In exchange for peace, you will wed one of theirs.”
Her brothers clamoured and argued with him, angry at this turn of events. Her stomach twisted in a knot. Marry one of those colorless fae? Embrace Winter? Unlike humans, unions among faeries were eternal. She couldn't put him aside when she tired of him, or vice versa. Her father asked the impossible. And yet, it seemed the impossible—peace—was exactly what they needed.
Speaking loudly and clearly to be heard over her brothers, Verte said, “I can do this, but I can never be Winter.”

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#WeWriWa Not Your Bitch

I'm giving you 8 sentences from Not Your Bitch, which is currently available from Amazon. It's the story of Zoe, who has such low self esteem that she continues a bad relationship rather than risk being along. Linc is a werewolf who has made it his mission to show her how much better she deserves.

“Are you toying with me?” she asked.
Linc frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”
She sighed and turned away. “I had boys do it in high school. They'd pretend they were interested to get me wound up and then laugh when I thought it was real.”
“Who did that?” Linc asked, his voice again a growl and his still-hot blood boiling again.

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My Sexy Dreamer ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS169

For this sexy Saturday, I'm offering a snip from a story about a dreamy girl. Enjoy!

The bells over the door jingled and Rev silently thanked the would-be customer for his timing. “Someone just came in, Grandma. Rest! Yeesh!” She disconnected the call and set her phone on the countertop.

Prepared for someone middle-aged or older, Rev was startled to find a man not much older than herself. His thick, black hair shone in the sun streaming through the glass door and hung loose over his shoulders. An errant lock rested on his warm rusty cheek, drawing her attention to his light amber eyes; an impressive feat when the desire overwhelmed the urge to admire his broad chest and thick arms coiled with muscle and tattoos.
“Can I help you?” Heat flared in her cheeks as her voice squeaked. It wasn’t as though she’d never
seen or spoken to a good-looking man before.
“I hope so. My mother’s birthday is coming up. I’d expected Penny, the owner. She’d know just what Mom’d like.”
“Penny won’t be back for a few weeks. Tell me about your mother and I’ll try to find something.”
“Sure. You’re Penny’s granddaughter, aren’t you?” He pointed at her like he’d just recognized her.
“That’s right. I’m Reverie.” She extended her hand.
“Ryan. Dreamy name.”

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Master Caine has just come out of a five-year Master/sub arrangement after a bitter breakup. He spies the new barmaid instantly, dismissing her as just another pretty face. When circumstances put them in close proximity, his resolve to stay at a distance is put to the test. He finds himself enamored by the curvaceous blonde. Soon the teacher becomes the student and he learns that the gift of trust might just be the greatest surrender of all.

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