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Amazon: Changeling
R. Richard - 21 Nov 2011

The police are searching for Pierre and Pierre decides that it would be a good time to investigate the mysterious forest that the locals call Darkwood.
Pierre find his way into Darkwood, without too much trouble.
He then seems to find something lurking near him in the dim light that filters through the tangle boughs of the tall trees of Darkwood. The something is quick and shy, with a flash of gold. Suddenly, the golden creature shyly moves into a shaft of sunlight near the far edge of the clearing.
Pierre quickly determines that it's a girl! A lovely nude girl with golden hair and luminous eyes. Now, she doesn't try to hide herself or move back into the forest. Instead she moves shyly forward a step or two and says, "I am the dryad of Darkwood Giant. I may not move far from my tree.”
Pierre is then to learn a lesson about magic and enchanted girls.

A lesson for a scoundrel.

Check it out! Changeling

Launched on 1 January 2012 by BarbarianSpy, a GM novella by habu (a pen name of sr71plt), Home to Fire Island.


BLURB:

Eighteen-year-old Danny realizes that he wants to have men make love to him, but he feels trapped in a dull town in the middle of Long Island and torn by the attentions his slovenly and demanding auto mechanic step-father is giving him. A book on the open gay lifestyle of Fire Island, just a short bus ride from his own town, sends Danny on an end-of-beach-season adventure in which he seeks every man-on-man sexual activity experience that he can acquire in search of the ultimate satisfaction. Given his youth and very good looks, and the sense of innocence and “first time” he exudes, he is able to acquire quite a lot of sexual experience very quickly as he works as a server and pole dancer in a rowdy gay beach bar.

Not having had a normal family life since the only manifestation of his natural dad that came home from the Iraq war were his dog tags, Danny only slowly realizes that what he actually is looking for is a stable life with a mature man who will take good care of him. As he comes to this revelation, two such men appear in his life—the secretive, controlling Lawrence, who comes to Danny from a beach-front mansion with no promises, only demands, and the architect and marina owner, Kyle, who is already desperately trying to make a relationship work when Danny first meets him, but who Danny discovers has a unique and exhausting way of possessing a man.

Will Danny find the satisfaction and stability he seeks before the end of the Fire Island season, or will he be forced back to his dull and unsatisfying life in his hometown?


EXCERPT:

Danny walked the streets of Cherry Grove that afternoon, reaching into the residential section. Wherever he saw men who attracted him on the decks of the beach houses, they weren’t alone. There were other guys—sometimes only one; sometimes several. They were all having a good time, obviously comfortable with each other. All a family.

He had moved to the beach side and walked the line of the monster mansions. He stood, fingering the dog tags laying between his pecs with the word “family” running through his mind, in front of a house built in weathered gray wood that spread its wings toward the sea and swept up in the middle to a high peaked roof covered in wood shingles. It looked like a massive bird or ship ready to soar out to sea. It made Danny want to soar out to sea with it, to seek ultimate satisfaction somewhere out there in the cloud-draped sky.

Two men, one older and one younger, were on the deck, drinking beer and cuddled together. Focusing on them, Danny recognized Billy, the guy he’d 69d with on the Lighthouse Beach. The two looked so happy and into each other. Knowing a bit of Billy now, Danny thought that it wasn’t natural. Billy was probably putting on an act, and the older guy, the guy Billy had said was Kyle and was loaded and an architect—probably the architect of this glorious house—probably had no idea that Billy was playing him, using him.

While he watched, the older guy stood and shrugged a robe off his back. He looked real good from behind—not thin, but built solid and with good, firm buttocks, his shoulders lightly covered with curls of dark hair. He sat back down in his deck chair. His pecs were covered in hair that trailed down his sternum. The man reached over and pushed the robe off Billy’s shoulders. Then the man pulled Billy up from his chair and down into his lap, facing him. Billy spread his legs and dug the soles of his feet into the railing of the deck behind the chair and at the side of the deck. He arched back, his arms over his head and draping down to the flooring of the deck, while the older guy grabbed his waist with both hands, and then Billy’s body was moving in and out on the older guy’s lap, being fully powered, Danny thought, by the hands of the older guy.

Aroused, but with a feeling of frustration, Danny lowered his eyes and walked farther up the beach. He passed the soaring house again on his way back to the bar more than a half hour later. Billy was standing at the rail, riding it with his belly, his head and arms swinging low toward the beach. The older guy was standing behind him, hands on Billy’s hips, obviously pumping him from behind. As Danny watched, the older man arched his back and lifted his head to the heavens. Billy jerked too. They had come together. Danny wondered what that felt like. Then Billy stood, and the older man encircled him with his arms, one hand going to the young man’s belly and the other to his chest. They rocked back and forth in their embrace for several minutes, their faces plastered together in a kiss.

Thinking the fuck was over, Danny pulled his hand from under the waistband of his shorts, where he had been stroking his own cock. His other hand let loose of the dog tags at his chest. He turned and walked up the beach several yards. He looked back for one last view of something he ached to experience, and stopped dead in his tracks, surprised, but with what Billy had said to him about Kyle—that he was insatiable and could go all day—floating up in his mind. Billy was on his back on a patio table, the older man between his legs, holding one of Billy’s legs up the line of his hairy, barrel chest. He was rhythmically fucking Billy again. Billy had the knuckles of one hand in his mouth, and he was arching and relaxing his back, obviously being fucked totally.

Danny wanted to run up to the house and scream that he’d give anything to be Kyle’s Billy. But, of course he didn’t. He returned to Sam’s Bar to nap until the crowds started to arrive later in the evening—to prepare for what he knew would be a taxing performance of his own.

Visit "The Girl Next Door"

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR​

It’s late spring 1963, and for Korean War veteran and former boozer Cameron, it looks like it’s going to be another good summer.

For six years he’s had drinking and his life under control.

He likes his job. His car is almost paid off, and he’s saving money to buy the duplex home he rents.

On summer weekends he goes to cookout at his neighbor’s.

And on too many nights, he awakes from the same nightmare with a scream locked in his throat.

Other than that, his life is good.

Cam’s life gets even better when a beautiful girl named Alicia moves into the other side of his duplex. Over the course of the summer their friendship grows, and takes a turn toward romance.

But the intensity of Cam’s nightmares is growing, too. The terrible visions are starting to visit him even when he’s awake. He doesn’t know when they might come or what might trigger them. And as external circumstances push Cam to the brink of his self control, everyone around him – his friends and neighbors and even Alicia, the girl next door that he cares for more than anyone – might be in danger.

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Amazon: Mysterious Stranger



Jack gets dumped by his girlfriend Alice, who then walks away with a mysterious stranger.
Jack does a bit of investigation and discovers that the mysterious stranger is named Roland Seymour. It seems that Roland Seymour deals a bit of weed and also drives a stolen car. Roland Seymour is also dealing weed without giving the local drug kingpin a cut of the action.
Jack then forms a plan.
The key elements of Jack's plan are to get the VIN and the license number from Roland Seymour's car and then report the stolen to the police while the drug lord's boys break into Roland's apartment. The police then arrest Roland Seymour for his stolen car. The drug lord's boys replace some of Roland Seymour's belongings with stuff that's not only stolen, but also involved in other crimes.
With Roland Seymour in custody, Jack becomes involved with the police, the FBI, the drug dealer and a local known as the Colonel. Jack is in big trouble, especially when the Colonel proves to have a sexy young daughter.
The Colonel has great power and Jack finds himself in a new, dangerous but interesting, situation.




An adventure in revenge and then romance

Check it out! Mysterious Stranger

New Release - The Playground a 1Night Stand Release!

A bdsm erotic 1Night Stand from Decadent Publishing:

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Blurb Jet setter and playboy Devon has a BDSM side he wants to make reality, the only catch is Shelly, the woman who would serve him perfectly left him years ago and is afraid of what living with him means. While in a Las Vegas casino he spots her. Using 1Night Stand, he sets her up in a park, have her bound to playground equipment with only a blindfold on...and his Dominance to hopefully teach her the meaning of true love, using the one thing he knows will capture Shelly's attention.

Excerpt

Devon spotted her, several feet away.
Shelly stood, bound to a rung on monkey bars. Gray shorts clung to her and the black sports bra did little to hide the size of her lovely, round breasts. Hair cascaded down her back. Standing with legs spread, blindfolded, and arms secured to the monkey bars, she looked ready, inviting.
He stopped ten feet away from her, eyes drawn to nipples that poked the fabric.
Slowly, he drew closer.
The sun had just set beyond the horizon. A car passed occasionally in the distance.
Devon scanned the area for potential threats or discovery. There were plenty of trees and bushes to cover certain acts, but the dirtiness of fucking her on the playground equipment….
Well, that was a turn-on.
Hopefully, she’d feel the same.
Devon took a step closer. Then another, and another, until he could hear her breathing.
Clear, pale skin begged for his touch. Her hair appeared even thicker than he remembered. He wanted to touch it. Ached to feel its silky smoothness through his fingers.
But not yet.
“You’re Marcy now, hm?” He deepened his voice, hoping to disguise it.
She gasped, lifted her head. “That voice.”
Her throaty gasp hardened him so that his cock strained against his leather pants, making him itch to unzip himself and plunge into her.
But he couldn’t do that just yet.
“Yes. This voice. You know me, Shelly.”
Another gasp and rattle of ropes caught his attention until she spoke, “They told me I was getting a surprise if I’d only go along. I didn’t realize….”
She stopped.
He hated that she did that. “You always stopped talking before giving away your major point, dear.” He set a hand firmly against her warm skin, palms itching to taste more of her.
She was hard this time, flesh not nearly as soft and malleable as he remembered. Still, she was soft in the way only a woman could be. “You’ve had a hard life since we separated.”
She didn’t respond verbally, but the shake of her body into his hand, clued him in.
“You always had that way about you, Shelly. Why,” his hand roamed up her spine, fingers walking up it slowly, tiptoeing so light he could barely feel her, “do you do that defensive movement?”
“Because what you’re offering is putting me there.”
“I’m offering only,” his fingers crept up her neck, brushing through her thick mane, “what you need.”
“Ha!” She snorted. “You never offered what I needed. Only a misogynistic viewpoint of what you thought I wanted and needed. Just like this entire scenario.”
“Are you going to tell me,” he leaned into her body, so close he could smell her, taste her almost, “that if I slipped my finger beneath your shorts—”
“I wouldn’t cry rape?”
He feigned surprise. A hand cradled her ass, cupping her before giving it a firm squeeze.
Shelly squirmed against him but settled her ass into the palm of his hand like they’d never been apart. Her jaw tensed, muscles in her neck flexed.
He shook his head, “I didn’t think so. Besides, I’d never hurt you.”
She scoffed and turned her head away from him.
“I mean it. You and I were good together. Can be good again.”
“That’s why you hired an agency to bring us back together? What kind of coward—”
He brought his hand down against her ass.
She yelped and arched into the pain.
It must have been an unconscious act because she quickly moved away from his hand.
“I already had the ‘I’m a coward’ speech with myself. But you disappeared.” He stepped close enough to her now that he could smell the spicy scent of her arousal beginning to flow between those long, pale legs. His pulse quickened. “But I had to do something, and you obviously agreed to it.”
She sighed heavily. “Yes, I did.”
“You had to know it was me. You avoided coming near me, so you must have seen me.” He leaned closer, nostrils flaring at her scent.
Heat radiated off her, so much that it made him feel even warmer, standing a mere few inches away.
She shook her head. “Yeah, I did know you were there. But I had hoped I was seeing things. You haven’t been around.”
“You were the one who left me, as I recall.” It was hard to keep the curt tone out of his voice, even with her bound and practically naked before him. His hand moved from her ass to the small of her back, touching exposed flesh. “If you knew, then why did you come?”
“Madame Eve offered me a chance at the one thing I wanted. I hoped….” She didn’t finish her sentence.
His fingers walked back up the length of her spine, carefully caressing her flesh while raven colored silken strands fluttered between his fingers. “You wanted one more taste, too. Admit it.” His voice remained gruff, low. “You wanted to see for yourself that we had a chance.”
“Close,” she lowered her head, blatantly fighting the urge to arch further into his touch, “I wanted one last tryst, yes. When I received a text from Madame Eve telling me she’d been watching me, I freaked out. I wasn’t even aware of her service. I’ve been working here for two years now.”
He sighed. It had been two years since they last met, since last their flesh fell upon each other’s and hearts beat in tune before she walked out. “Yeah, Madame Eve is something else.”
Shelly nodded.
“Will you look at me if I remove the blindfold?”
She nodded again. “I can do that. I’d rather you release me.”
“The freedom I wish to give you,” he paused, reaching for her blindfold and tugging the knot free before moving to stand before her, “is the sort of freedom you’d cherish if you’d give in.”
Slowly, Shelly’s eyes widened in an emotion Devon couldn’t quite read.
Her arms still hung above her head, pushing well rounded breasts out beneath the tight, black sports bra. Her nipples were hard. He ran a hand over one.
She shuddered.
“You’re still lovely as ever.”
She sneered. “I’ve lost weight since last we…. I’m not what you think I am.”
He tilted his head slightly, dropped his voice to an almost whisper, “What do you think I believe you are?”
She shook her head, “You think I’m some sort of….” Her eyes lowered, she blinked then looked back at him with what seemed like steady resolve. “You think I’m some sort of toy to be used and….” She started stammering. “And a doormat.”
He gasped, “You got that how?”
She glared, thrust her bound wrists at him. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“You still agreed.”

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Amazon: Space Lady

A guy runs a dune buggy business.
To test the quality of his product, he makes test runs in the desert in the middle of the heat of summer.
He's making a test run in his dune buggy one blistering summer day and he spots what appears to be a woman staggering across the sand. She's obviously near the end of her strength, has many miles to go and she's headed in the wrong direction. He stops and give her some of the water he always carries with him in the dunes. He also gives her a lift back toward civilization.
As they ride back and the lady can finally concentrate on something other than the water jug, she says something in some foreign language.
He doesn't understand what the lady is trying to tell him. He just shrugs and shakes his head to try to tell the lady he don't understand what she's saying.
The lady laughs and then gives him what appears to be a diamond from out of a bag she carries. It has to be a couple of carats and sparkles like a diamond should. But then again, who knows?
Then the adventure begins.




An experience to be remembered.

Check it out! Space Lady

Workplace Hostilities

Today I officially published my first ever erotic story and can now proudly join the ranks of the other members in this particular thread .

It's a novella that's part love story, part non-consent/reluctance.



Excerpt:

Rachel found her cheek magnetically drawn to a comfortable looking spot on Greg’s chest and she leaned against him as the familiar opening sequence played out. Rachel had seen the movie so many times she could almost quote it from memory. Greg carefully moved his arm around Rachel, leaving her free to nuzzle him to her heart’s content. Rachel closed her eyes for a moment as she enjoyed the simple pleasure of warm, uncomplicated, human contact. Rachel felt Greg’s chest rise and fall in time to his breathing and listened to the faint thud of his heart.

Rachel became aware of Greg’s hand settling against her side and she considered for a moment before she softly slid her hand over his, the tips of their fingers tangling together. Both of their eyes were technically focused on the scenes playing on the screen but their attention was focused on everything but. Rachel sighed as a small part of her questioned what she was doing, where this was going and why she was doing this. Closing her eyes, Rachel instead focused on the sheer rightness of the moment, laying on the couch watching movies with Greg as she reflected on how nice the entire evening had been. Her stomach rumbled in agreement.

Idly, Rachel traced a fingernail over the back of Greg’s hand, her heart beating faster as Greg gently pinched her finger with his. In response she lightly traced the tips of her fingers over the back of his hand.
Rachel was wondering if Greg might kiss her when he did.

Here's a link to the rest of the story if you're interested.
http://www.amazon.com/Workplace-Hostilities-ebook/dp/B006X37MVI/ref=sr_1_11?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1326520031&sr=1-11

A Ghost's Chance is published!

Hi everyone -

A Ghost's Chance was just released by eXcessica. It is a revised, longer version of Ghost of Chance my award winning St. Valentine's Day story from a few years ago.

See my signature to purchase it on www.excessica.com. It is also available on amazon.com, bookstrand.com, fictionwise.com and all other ebook sites.

Mia

Mia Natasha - mia_erotica



Blurb:
Thirty-nine-year-old Ellen Murakami is still single. Her success in pharmaceutical sales has allowed her to own her own home in Watertown, New York. However, she’s still a bit of a failure at relationships.

As St. Valentine’s Day approaches this year, Ellen’s luck seems to turn. Will she finally find her soul mate in businessman Paul Webber?

Told through the eyes of eighteen-year-old ghost, Jeffrey Brayden, A Ghost’s Chance chronicles Ellen’s love affair until Jeff finally gets a chance to compete for her affections and fulfill his destiny. Will love conquer all – even if it is completely unconventional?

Follow Jeff as he searches for true love from beyond the grave in this heartwarming Valentine tale.

Excerpt:
Then I started thinking about that movie I’d seen when I was eight. Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Could I do that? Could I invade Paul’s body and make it my own? Maybe that was why I was here – but how the hell was I supposed to do that? Maybe I could just concentrate, I thought, and just make it happen. I mean, I am supernatural, right? And anything is possible. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried that concentrating on the positive outcomes thing.

Get inside his body. Get inside Paul Webber’s body!

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw only the mist of the steam room, and my own transparent image as reflected within the glass door, which looked a little like the dead guy on that Stones album cover, Aftermath. I was alone in there. But in movies, like Heaven Can Wait, the body looked like the spirit inside. Hmm. Had it worked? I reached to open the door and my hand slid through. Nope, still me.

Paul had already exited and was now showering. He sang Paparazzi by that Lady Gaga person. Kind of made him sound like a narcissist, thinking that people would want to take pictures of him – naked I mean. Plus, I thought, Ellen’s taste in music is trapped in the ‘80s just like her heart. She likes Duran Duran - stuff like that. Was he really right for her? My instincts said no – unless it was my heart talking. I hated myself just then, because I thought it would hurt Ellen if she ever found out I’d tried to shit on her happiness somehow.

Anyhow, I tried again. I took a running start and leapt half way, kind of like a circus tiger jumping through a hoop of fire. I wondered if my ghostly ass might plop straight down to hell for this. God, I felt so guilty! I sprang through the shower curtain and hit Paul in the chest - thump-thud - and just ricocheted off, landing on the floor near the sinks.

Paul jumped out of the shower stall. “What the hell?” he shouted. “Is someone there?”

He looked scared. Clutching his chest, he started to breathe a little heavier. I could tell that his adrenaline level was rising. Then I watched his cock jump into an erection. Wow, it was a pretty impressive one as hard-ons go.

Hmm. I wasn’t supposed to steal his body, I thought. I guess I felt a little defeated, because it didn’t seem fair. I’d always been taught that love contained the power of the universe – a great love being the strongest of all. It was rock hard clear that I was supposed to remain on the outside and help Ellen find her love. And since it was almost St. Valentine’s Day, I’d settle for being Ellen’s cupid instead, and maybe this whole thing between us would end up making sense.

Friends, Lovers and Other Killers

Mitch Branch spotted her walking ahead of him in the crowd in the hotel promenade in Atlantic City – a stranger looking sharp in her business suit; her briefcase swinging. Even before he saw her face, he knew. She was the one. He has to meet her, and he does.

Her name is Cynthia, and to Mitch, she couldn’t have been more perfect if she’d stepped out of his dreams.

There’s only one problem: Cynthia is married.

Mitch knows what it’s like to be cheated on. It happened with his ex-wife. And so in spite of his desire for Cynthia, he doesn’t want to be responsible for doing to someone else what was done to him. He tries to settle for being her friend.

And Cynthia needs a friend. Her husband has money, and he has power. He’s cruel, and she is as much his prisoner as she is his wife. But when his cruelty to her crosses the line, Mitch is determined to free her from the miserable bondage of her marriage.

What happens next is a battle that not only puts Mitch and Cynthia in danger, but also his closest friends.

Before the battle is over, the action will fly from the Jersey Shore to hills of West Virginia and back. It will bring into play the power of the U.S. Government, and the vicious skills of one of the world’s deadliest assassins. No one is safe – not friends, not lovers…not even other killers.

Longtime fans of The Black will recognize the characters from “Friends, Lovers and other Killers” from his other novels, novellas and short stories. New readers are in for a treat – a pulse pumping introduction to characters connected through love, passion and sometimes violence that will keep them riveted from the opening paragraph to the last word.

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Second volume of WWWM is going up

When We Were Married - (what's happening) VOLUME 2 OUT

saturday, january 14, 2012

Wanted to let anyone who's interested that I've just posted When We Were Married Volume 2 - Second Acts - on Barnes and Noble. It may be tomorrow may be monday before it's actually up for sale but with volume one it only took 24 hours.

I wanted to thank those who bought volume one. I let people know that everything on one had run in LIT, although I did make changes, moved copyl around, etc. and I would understand if peopel didn't want to pay $9.95.

But - Volume 2 covers everything from 5b through 6d plus 30,000 words or 100 pages out of 600 is completely new and never has been seen by anybody, plus I added a new opening, character list, and stuff between chapters including more on the Welaka Cannibal and some more graphic details on the toddler torture and murder case that's referenced in LIT but not explained. The longer I worked on it, the more new stuff I added. There is a LOT of new stuff.

What I'm saying here is that anybody that read and followed WWWM on LIT needs to buy volume 2 because the new stuff includes some really BIG new plot developments in the William Sutton and Mexican Cartel story lines. You might guess what is coming from Mexico, but NOBODY is going to see what's coming in the William Sutton story.

There's enough plot to fill out two new novels, which it will, before we even start talking the spine of the story which is the interaction between Bill and Debbie and Myra and Aline and Philippe. Most of that will develope in volumes 3 and 4, but we see bill and myra together and things don't go as smoothly as people might think between bill and the Tit Queen of Northeast Florida. And what WAS the story between Debbie and Norm, Lew's Don Juan friend, while Debbie was still married to Bill? Read volume #2 to find out.

So to update, "The Long Fall" is still avaiable and now "Second Acts," will be avaailable through Barnes and Noble. In the next day or two I'll have "Second Acts" posted on Smashwords and if fate smiles on me, before the end of the molnth I'll try to have both as print on demand books available from LULU books. And if people can't get them any other way, email me and you can buy them through PayPal and i;ll ship them to you directly.

I'm publicizing this through my facebook site, URL below, and my new website as well, so anybody can get details or buy the books through those as well.
I'm doing this becuae, as I said last time, I've gotten emails from readers in Canada, Australia, England, France, China and Africa wanting to buy WWWM. (Which in passing is the coolest thing I could imagine!!)

One more time, THANK YOU to the readers on LIT. You guys have invigorated my writing career and my life which I never expected, I have stories I want to write for LIT, even though I'll turn aroiund and try to package then in anthologies, but I'm still working a full time job, writing WWWM and trying to get a few hours sleep a night. If I live long enough, there are a bunch of stories I want to write.
to be told if I live long enough.

Thank you, everyone. And here are the URLs.

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/when...e+were+married

http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.p...00003294967464

Amazon: A Taste of Honey


A man lives in the desert mountain area where he was born.
The man has trained himself to be a computer software and hardware guy and he's very good at what he does. One night he has visitors to his desert castle.
The visitors want him to accompany then on a space voyage involving danger and adventure. The visitors don't understand any part of the word no.
With no real choice in the matter, the man goes on the space voyage.
In order to repair the spacecraft navigation system, the man has to read the manuals for the system. The manuals are written in an alien language which the man can't read. Thus, the Lady Rianna reads the manuals to the man.
The Lady Rianna and the man become involved in a romantic situation.
There's just this one problem …



An adventure and a romance but then ...

Check it out! A Taste of Honey

Passion's Nectar by The Black

To celebrate her thirtieth birthday, Carrie Norwood goes partying at the hottest spot on the Jersey Shore – a nightclub called Shadows. With her best friend Patrice and her supervisor Louis in tow, Carrie intends to make her birthday Saturday night a night she won’t forget.

But she does forget.

Carrie wakes up on Sunday morning, naked and alone in a strange bed in a strange house, with no memory of how she got there. The last thing she remembers is dancing in Shadows. But while her mind has lost recollection of what happened the previous night, her body remembers. She can still feel the man she was with, in the places in which he possessed her. Her body thrums its memory that the night of intimacy that she can’t remember was as intense as anything she has ever experienced. To add to the mystery, Carrie finds a handwritten note on the pillow next to her. Its three-word message reads: “You were amazing.”

Over the next few days Carrie’s memory gradually returns, and she comes to realize that she was as much responsible for her night of fevered passion as was her mystery lover. And she discovers that the catalyst for their mutual unchained desire was a wine called Passion’s Nectar.

Here at last is the long-awaited first installment in The Black’s Passion series: Passion’s Nectar.

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Smashwords: Vangie

A fortune teller told Vangie she was to be ravished by the swamp beast and delivered to the Devil. Vangie then ran from the fortune teller’s tent and her friends later found her trembling in the shadows under a tree.
Now, there's a knock on Vangie's door one night. It turns out to be wild young Jimmy Deveraux, wearing a nice suit. If Jimmy Deveraux is the devil, he's a tall, handsome devil.



An adventure in black Louisiana.

Check it out! Vangie

I've had this ebook on Amazon for almost a year, and this is the first review I have gotten of it:


Karen's Happy Birthday by George Boxlicker
Source: Review copy from Writer Marketing Services
Links: Amazon

|SYNOPSIS|
George Boxlicker enjoys a great deal of popularity among the woman in the city where he lives, mainly because of his knowledge of their sexual wants and needs and his willingness to fulfill all their desires in bringing them and himself to peaks of sexual ecstasy. One of his favorite "ladyfriends" is Karen, a beautiful, sensual divorcee and, to celebrate her birthday, he takes her to a bed and breakfast inn located on the coast 100 miles north of the city where they live. George and Karen provide tremendous sexual joy to each other as they cavort in and out of bed, besides having fun by fooling their fellow guests and the rather stuffy management of the inn. On their last night there, George introduces Karen to a different kind of sex, one which has always intrigued her, but which she has always been too shy to ask him or anybody else about. Their carnal escapades in bed that night result in some of the most memorable orgasms either of them has ever experienced. This is a graphically detailed story of romantic love between a man and a woman.

'Summery from Amazon'
Woahhh! I think that sums up my opinion on this book! This brilliant short story will have you feeling a tad flustered by the time you get to page 6 so be prepared to read the whole book!
I gotta admit I never read anything from the erotica genre before so I wasn't really sure what to expect.
So I started this one with no sort of expectation just curiosity to be honest, George & Karen went away for the weekend celebrating her birthday at a inn in a historic town, when you think about erotica, and a friends with benefits type couple away for a weekend its kinda obvious what to expect within the reading but to be honest I didnt have a clue! So when it started getting a little steamy between the pages so to speak I was surprised but intrigued so had to keep reading.

The Author is very good when it comes to being descriptive, I wanna picture it all in my head without struggling to piece together the images, but the descriptions are so vivid and real it's like a movie like im watching them. With this genre though you gotta be descriptive or really there isn't much point.

This is the kind of book I'd suggest reading with your partner, it would definately be a plus for in the bedroom department because it definately a storyline to turn someone on. Its a very sexy, smoking hot read and I will defiantely reccomend to people who are after spicing things up a little if ya get what I mean
I give this book..

Bending Catherine: a sensual tale of scents and sensibilities is now available for the iPad at the iTunes Bookstore, as well as the Nook, Kindle, and PC. Just .99¢.

The blurb:
Hayley loves her roommate Catherine. Who wouldn't? She's beautiful, funny, smart, and considerate. Her only fault is that she's straight. Worse still, she's driving Hayley to distraction and affecting her grades. Faced with the choice of leaving Catherine or losing her scholarship, Hayley comes up with a third option - turn Catherine into a lesbian. But that's impossible. Or is it?

From the author of The Peripheral Co**sucker, Next Year's Model, and Welcome to the Fish Tank comes a novella about obsessive love, lust, and the seductive power of perfume.

A warning to potential readers. This is a story dealing with lesbian romance. There are no well-hung pizza delivery guys slipping it to barely legal college girls, no well-hung stockbrokers spanking their barely legal stepdaughters, and no well-hung teachers nailing naughty co-eds. If that's what you're looking for, you won't find it here.

The Cover:

Smashwords: Alien Frolic

Three former college wrestlers/engineers are tricked into installing a communications link on a remote Pacific island.
Suddenly, they find that they're at the end of a sort of path from an alien world. Military men and women then appear on their island. The women are friendly, very friendly. The three men then enjoy the friendly women and even find out why the women are so friendly.



Sexy adventures on a remote Pacific Isle.

Check it out! Alien Frolic

My wife Sharorn and I arrived at O'Charley's about 6;42pm. A cute, short, short haired young waitress took our drinks.
Suddenly I was transported to the store room, a intense vision of bending the young waitress over while Sharon waited hungrily to suck my load from inside the yyoung beauty. She asked, apparently for the second if not third time, "Sir what can I getcha for starters?"

Two double Patrons, lime and a pitcher of Beck's. After stuttering several times. A tiny, searing hot drop of precum oozed down the shaft of my aching tool

I ordered a blush zinfandel and Sharon ordered a white zin. I got a 14oz. sirloin, med. rare of course and my wife ordered the ceasar side salad and chicken Florentine primavera. She took a nibble of her salad and sai "A penny for your thoughts while you were visually ravashing our waitress.
I grinned malevolently and said "OH YOU KNOW, the hot threesome you wanna try so bad it hurts".
"Oh yeah" she slyly replied with a sinister grin. " Did you leave me a monster load in her tight hot pussy baby?".

"oh you know it!". I hissed.
We stopped at Liquor Barn on our way to our suite at the Regency. Sharon anticipating a steamy, back clawing bite mark leaving asssault upon each other, as she gently nibbled her lower lip when anxious and getting hot.

Sharon whispered,"will you go in and get the Bushmill's, I have a visible wet spot on my skirt, a white denim skirt slit up the side. And it's all your fault.

I went in determined to obtain a fifth of Busmill's. I arrived at the display and spotted one last bottle. I reched for that and immediately i felt a cool firm hand as two people had reached for it simultaneously.


It's a rough, rough draft. I'm taking m time on the introducion. This is only my third story.

My First

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Not only is it your first, but it also is posted to the wrong board, I'm afraid. This is for market-published works. The Literotica stories announcement page is over on the "Feedback" board.

Smashwords: My Auntie Fay

Jim lives on the California coast, a nice area in which to live. However, Jim has problems.
His parents had to move away, for business reasons and he stayed, attending the local junior college and living in a little house.
Jim has a date with Amy for the big Memorial Day weekend. However, Amy cancels, probably due the the influence of one Billy.
Friday evening, a rental car pulls up and a hot looking babe gets out and walks up to Jim's front door. It turns out that she's Jim's Auntie Fay.
Auntie Fay has a problem. She's headed for a Hawaii job. However, she made a stop at an Indian casino along the way and gambled away her cash. She has some payment coming from an ex-husband, but not until Tuesday. She had planned to stay with Jim's parents, but they're gone. She tracked Jim down and here she is with no place to stay.
Jim offers Auntie Fay a place to stay.
Auntie Fay is obviously relieved to have a place to stay. She then asks Jim, “Why do you look so sad?”
Jim explains his canceled date and ruined weekend.
Auntie Fay says, “No problem! You need a date, you got a date.” Auntie Fay is maybe early 20s. She looks hot. She can easily pass for Jim's 18-year-old, out of town, weekend date.
Auntie Fay then trains Jim in sexual techniques.
The next day, Jim and Auntie Fay then go to the beach. Auntie Fay wears a very tiny bikini and attracts the attention of the local girls.
That evening, Jim and Auntie Fay go to a local hot spot and dance the night away.
That night Auntie Fay gives Jim more sexual training.
The pattern is established.
Each day they go to the beach and Auntie Fay goes topless, forcing the local girls into the same display. Auntie Fay starts activities and Jim gets involved with lots of girls.
Each evening, Jim and Auntie Fay go to back to the local hot spot and dance the night away. Each evening, Auntie Fay gets barer and barer. The local girls try to compete.
Each night Auntie Fay gives Jim more advanced sexual training.
As the Memorial Day weekend draws to a close, Jim wants Auntie Fay to stay with him.
However, Auntie Fay will leave for Hawaii. She does tell Jim, “By the time I'm finished with the local girls, you'll have all the pussy you can handle!”
Tuesday morning, Auntie Fay drives off to continue her trip to Hawaii.
The local girls don't believe the message that Auntie Fay left behind. They have to find out for themselves.




Not your usual home schooling story.

Check it out! My Auntie Fay

Launched on 2 February 2012 by BarbarianSpy, the first volume of the Clint Folsom Mysteries detective series compendium by habu (a pen name of sr71plt).


BLURB:

In this first volume of the Clint Folsom Mysteries Compendium, which includes a previously unpublished Clint Folsom adventure, Death in Manhattan, the initial development of the promiscuous NYPD homicide detective into a life as a satyriasis and adventure-ridden police investigator is traced chronologically. This four-book set takes Clint from his upbringing in the Hollywood home of movie stars and the influences of hedonism and sexual want and preference for men through his training for a career in law enforcement, beyond the tragic loss of his first serious lover, and to his steeling as a detective in a special NYPD homicide squad.

The first segment in this compendium, Death to Innocence, a precursor to the Clint Folsom mystery series. illuminates the elements of the slow, but relentless, death of young Folsom’s adolescent innocence under highly unusual circumstances in narcissistic and hedonist Hollywood. The previously unpublished Death in Manhattan traces the path of Clint’s first attempt at a fully committed relationship. And memories of his relationship with Brad feature prominently in all of the following books. Death on the Rhine has Clint Folsom taking leave from his job in an investigation of an international crime syndicate and pursuing a killer to a Rhine River gay male-oriented cruise ship, the MS [/i]River God[/i]. In the fourth murder mystery, [/i]Death in Eden[/i], Folsom finds himself summoned to a wealthy hunt country suburb of Washington, D.C., to whitewash the murder of a former Mafia sex-torture assassin.

The Clint Folsom Mysteries will continue and conclude with the forthcoming second compendium volume. This volume, which will extend Folsom’s adventures to Key West, Florida; the Rocky Mountains; and even back to his roots in Hollywood, also includes—and concludes with—a previously unpublished book, Death to the Past.


EXCERPT:

As quickly as the frenzy had started, it was over, and Robert had pulled away from me and was sitting on the side of the bed away from me, wrapped tightly in the sheets he’d pulled away from our writhing bodies. He flipped the light next to the bed on and turned and scowled at me.

“Fuck you?” he said with a voice that stabbed. “That ain’t a gonna happen.”

“Why? Because I’m not eighteen yet? Because I’m two weeks shy of that?” I answered with a snort.

“Partially that, yes. But also partly because you have no defenses, Clint—and now I’ve seen the magnitude of your proclivities. You are a walking disaster. I’ve failed you as a teacher—not a teacher of math and history, but as a teacher of life. God knows your parents have been hopeless in that vein. But I should have done something. I should have given you more protection. And now it may be too late. And, worse, now I can see what you want—and the intensity with which you want it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Precisely. You don’t understand. And now, oh my god, I’ve seen where you are headed, the capacities you have for a life of unfettered debauchery. I mourn your innocence, the beautiful child on the edge of the abyss of loss.”

“You’ve lost me. I want you to make love to me. I didn’t realize until we came here what I wanted—and who I wanted it from. Is that bad?”

“Not normally, no,” Robert answered. “But that’s the crux of the problem. You have no sense of ‘bad’ or inappropriate or what you risk in your innocence and lack of ingrained limitations and sense of self-protection. And you aren’t going to get what you want from me.”

“Why? Just because I’m two weeks shy of legal age. Because if it’s that, I can wait two—”

“No, dammit. Not just that. Because . . . what is it we were just doing, Clint?”

“Making love? Preparing to fuck? I don’t know, Robert. You tell me. I’m the inexperienced one here.”

“We were fighting for who was going to do the fucking, Clint.” And then, having said it, Robert laughed a bitter laugh. After a pause, he continued. “Age be damned—you had me so hot; you’ve had me so hot for months—that I would have done it. And taken the consequences, if they unfolded. But, Clint, you don’t realize that we were fighting for who was going to fuck and who was going to be fucked.”

“I still don’t understand,” I answered dumbly.

“We both wanted to be fucked, Clint. You even said it—you wanted me inside you. That’s the moment I realized we weren’t going to work out—at least in terms of going the whole way. And anything short of that can certainly wait until it’s safe. Then there are things we can do, if you still want—although you are so superhot I’m not sure I can hold you no matter how much I ache for you or that you profess to love me. But, irony of ironies—considering how long I’ve dreamed of being with you that way—we don’t fit. We both want exactly the same thing. And unless we are more versatile in what turns us on—which I’m not, and I now fully suspect you aren’t either—neither one of us, to put it crudely, is going to put a dick inside the other one. And that means neither one of us can be fully satisfied.”

" he had no idea why he had a blood stained axe in his hand..."

Bald Ego

Smashwords: Bald Ego

Barry meets Bridget only because he won some scholastic awards then and got interviewed and photographed, with Bridget sort of hanging on him.
Later, after college, Barry winds up working for the man that Bridget marries.
Bridget's husband then dies in an airplane crash. Bridget's hair then dies due to over dying and requires amputation.
Bridget then makes Barry an offer. Barry hides Bridget, until her hair grows back and Barry gets a big promotion and moves into a good spot with the new owner, after Bridget sells her late husband's company. Otherwise, Barry will be fired and have a great deal of difficulty in finding a new job.
Barry decides to hide Bridget and also provide her with the sex that she needs. Barry then takes Bridget to a hair clinic. When Barry picks Bridget up from the hair clinic, Bridget is shaved bald and needs to remain so for a while.
The doctor at the hair clinic gives Barry the name and phone number of a restaurant that has a lot of bald lady customers. Call the name of the place, 'The Bald Ego.'
Barry then calls The Bald Ego, while Bridget listens in. The proprietor tells Barry that a bald lady will feel at home and that basically all of The Bald Ego's lady patrons are bald. Barry makes a reservation for Bridget and himself. The proprietor then talks with Bridget about the type of apparel that will be appropriate for a lady attending The Bald Ego.
Barry and Bridget then go to The Bald Ego.
Every lady in The Bald Ego is either completely bald or sports a very close buzz cut. The ladies are attractive and mostly dressed in outrageous clothes. The ladies have the general air that their bald heads are an attraction, not a disability.
Each lady in the place is dressed to the teeth. Most of the ladies are dressed like a streetwalker would dress if a streetwalker could afford see-through, designer clothes. Scalp is not the only thing the ladies are showing in The Bald Ego.
Most of the ladies are bra less and pantie less, under see through fabric. Heads aren't the only thing that's shaved bald.
Barry and Bridget make a few visits to The Bald Ego. They find that there's a lot of partner swapping going on. Most of the partner swaps involve fellatio, where the working of the small muscles in a bald lady's head can be observed during the sex.
Bridget adapts to the wild exhibitionism and oral sex, but she then learns some lessons about sexual fetishes.
Barry also learns some things.




A bald lady is beautiful.

Check it out! Bald Ego

New Release - Surrender to Love from Decadent Publishing and Sascha Illyvich

Out from Decadent Publishing: Surrender to Love

In order to cure the dreaded creative rut she’s in, Livia ends up in Las Vegas by suggestion from her therapist. Oh and there’s a catch. Livia‘s been set up to have a one night stand with a very handsome man who promises her freedom through submission. Can she surrender to more than just passion?

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Excerpt:

A rapping at the door woke Livia. She’d dreamed all sorts of interesting things during the night and the memories hadn’t faded away yet.

“Hold on a moment,” She sat up, rubbed sleep out of her eyes, and searched for her robe. The dark purple satin number she’d picked out one Christmas kept her warm and made her feel more feminine, more in tune with what she thought she should be. Sure, she had skirts and dresses, but she rarely wore those. Colorado wasn’t the place to wear anything short or flirty.

The gentle knock sounded again. She slid out of bed, covered herself with the robe, and belted it tightly around her waist. She moved the bolt, unlocked and pulled the metal chain off the hook. Opening the door revealed a man dressed in a sleek black suit. Long dark hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. His body filled out the suit jacket and made him look bigger than he probably was. A black shirt stretched across a muscular chest. Black pants hugged powerful thighs. She peered down and could almost see her reflection in his dress shoes.

He looked intimidating but smiled when he extended his hand. “Livia?”

Part of her wanted to shrink away, deny her name, and hide under the covers. She had to do this though. He was just a person. A very tall, sexy man. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “I am. Who might you be?”

“I’m Bruce. Your blind date.” Violet eyes roamed over her body and the corners of a pair of sensual lips curved up.

Heat flared, causing her to blush. She noticed the way he stared at her body, his eyes focusing on the display of ample cleavage.

“You have very lovely skin.”

The words rolled out of his mouth and over her like a soft blanket, a caress over her more intimate parts. She shuddered and took his hand. “I’m Livia. I….”

Shrugging, “This was,” he set his free hand on the back of his neck, “a little more unexpected than I planned or was told about. Shall we…?”

She had trouble believing he was nervous, too. Did men even get nervous?

“Try again?” The seductive glint in his sea blue eyes was all male. Predatory, but not frightening. How did he do that?

“Yes. Please. Come in.”

“Okay.” He released her hand.

She felt a sudden annoyance at the loss of contact. Livia backed up, turned, and glanced over her shoulder. He followed along, keeping a safe distance from her. His presence made her large room feel small. She swallowed the newly formed lump in her throat. “You have any idea how this is supposed to work? I’ve never done this before. Is it customary to—”

He stopped just inside the doorway. “Show up this early? In most cases, a one-night stand means just that. A sexual attraction between two people that happens just for the one night, usually at night. But, this was—” He cleared his throat. “Something I was told to handle with care.”

She turned to face him and put her hands on her hips. “I’m not a kid.”

“I know.” He slid his hands in his pockets. “But I owe the party requesting this favor a great deal and once they checked me out, they told me they wanted me to meet you. I figured the best thing to do was to get to know you.”

That made sense. Her shoulders relaxed. Still needing some distance, she walked over to the desk and looked out the window, down at the streets of the Strip. Not as many people milled about, but a glance at the clock told her it was early. She turned and looked at him. His size made her tremble but she wasn’t sure if it was fear or arousal that caused her to shake.

Bruce studied her, shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “You’re a very beautiful woman.”

Heat rushed up her cheeks and her eyebrows rose. She’d never heard that from anyone. “Thank you?”

“I know that moving fast with you is probably not the way to go.” The tone of his voice sounded as though he controlled the impact behind every word.

She swallowed hard. What would his hair look like if he freed it? “No. I’m….”

Before she knew it, he was on his knees before her. He reached for her hand, captured and clasped it in his. The sheer difference in size intimidated her.

Rough, calloused fingers smoothed over the top of her hand in a gentle motion. Bruce’s lips pressed against her skin.

Goose bumps appeared on her arms and a shiver raced through her. She didn’t know what to do, but she didn’t want to pull away. Her heart did a double thump against her chest.

His eyes traveled up her body, stopping briefly at the tops of her breasts. She realized then just how naked she was. The purple robe was parted enough to show her black, mid-thigh chemise with slits up the sides. It fit her curves very well. Beneath it, she wore nothing.

Bruce’s eyes met hers. She stared back into the depths of his gaze, holding it for a moment. Violet eyes smoldered with lust.

“You find me attractive?”

“I do.” He nodded.

She turned away, still holding his hand. “Oh. I suppose you have to.”

His fingers stiffened against her palm. “What does that mean?”

She spun to face him, the swish of her hair blanketing her shoulders, “It means you’re paid to seduce. I know your type!”

Bruce cleared his throat and started laughing. He slapped his knee with his free hand.

Livia yanked her hand from his and stalked back toward the desk. “See!”

Bruce rose to his full height, lowering his gaze. “No. I am a blind date, not an escort. 1Night Stand is a matchmaking service, you do know that, right?”

Livia smirked, bumped into the desk, and leaned into it. Matchmaking was the same as an adult service. Right? She was supposed to get laid, right? Wasn’t this what Dr. Gena wanted for her? Setting her hands on her hips, she stared at Bruce. “Yes but….”

“Madame Eve, the owner, is very thorough with her clients and very particular with their needs and wants. Trust me.” He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his brow. Then he folded it back into a perfect square, stuffed it into his jacket, and continued. “I went through hell to use her service.”

Curious, she relaxed her posture, just a touch. “What do you mean? Why would you need a blind date or matchmaking service?”

Color filled his cheeks and tinged his fair skin with a light shade of pink. “Well.” Bruce held his hands out to his sides. “Some time back I was in a relationship that didn’t go well. I loved her, but she left me for a woman named Alexandria Rayne.”

Livia had to cover her mouth to stifle the laughter that threatened to bubble up from within. “Some woman left you for another woman? I find that hard to believe!”

He sat at edge of the bed and smiled nervously “It does seem sort of ridiculous, doesn’t it? But this woman was a powerful romance author who wove spells around her audience with her words. It seemed that even I was ensnared by her net until I realized she wanted nothing to do with me. Alexandria was selfish, she’d strung me and my girlfriend along. She broke my heart.”

She really wanted to laugh but she tried to contain her giggling.

“Go ahead, laugh!” Bruce’s voice boomed through the room.

She thought he was annoyed until she saw the corners of his full lips turn upward in a grin.

“It is a little embarrassing now, but I didn’t find it funny then. In fact, it caused me to overwork and end up in the hospital because I was pushing myself so hard—” His voice dropped. “To put her and Alexandria out of my mind. Then one day I was talking to a coworker who wanted to go out for drinks. You know, as friends.”

“I can see where this is going.” She pursed her lips together in a thin line. She crossed her arms over her chest and straightened.

“No, not entirely. I wasn’t going to sleep with her, if that’s what you think.” He leaned forward. “We went to a different type of club. She asked me to go with her and to obey her every whim.”

Livia cocked a brow, “This sounds suspicious.”

He nodded. “Yeah, it did to me too. I wasn’t sure what was up, but I hadn’t left the house or office in several months. I had a heart attack, and when I got out of the hospital, she was there waiting to pick me up. We had only seen each other outside of work that one time when she took me to the club.”

“And you didn’t question it?”

Bruce shook his head and a few strands came free of his ponytail. She realized his hair had been pulled back by a large black scunchie, not a neat rubber band like she’d thought.

“I was just glad to be alive. The next few weeks with Lilith were interesting”

He was supposed to seduce her? Livia had heard enough. “Let me guess, she taught you a valuable lesson and then you ended up being left alone by Lilith only to realize you needed yourself? Tired story. My therapist has given me that line numerous times.”

“No.” He shook his head again. “It doesn’t end quite that way. Please, let me show you what I did learn. Lilith, taught me things I’d like to share with you. Her suggestion that I approach 1Night Stand surprised me, but I’ve found them to be very thorough. Don’t worry.” He shed his suit coat and set it neatly on the bed beside him. “I’m just a single man who didn’t know what to expect. And I haven’t had a partner in a very long time.” He stood and approached her, bending down on one knee while setting his hand out before her. “Please, let me show you how to own control?”

She gasped. The words she’d wanted to take back had come to her in the form of a person. A real, live person who…she didn’t know what. Livia watched him bow his head. What was with a man who could control the entire universe, dominate her rather large space, and still make himself subservient before her?

What would cause that behavior?

Worse yet, the way he knelt before her gave her a view of very broad shoulders beneath his black T-shirt. His hair hung thickly in a loose tail that stopped just at the small of his back. His musk, so male and potent made her nostrils flare. Something tightened low in her stomach. Her thighs grew damp. “Okay. So, how does this work?”

He looked up from the floor. “I have found that freedom, true freedom comes from when the body is restrained, stimulated and—” Standing, he leaned forward, pressing his lips into hers. “Forced to let the mind and heart work in tandem.”

He brushed his lips against hers one more time, the words echoing like silk over her mind. His voice caressed her, causing pinpricks to race up her spine. Her nipples hardened beneath the satin. She tried to move back from Bruce, but the desk and his large frame trapped her.

Slowly, his mouth caressed hers then his tongue swept over her bottom lip.

She tasted his plump lips. Fresh, sandalwood, hints of rose and cinnamon swirled around her nose, knocking her senses off balance. Her mind zeroed in on the image before her, a powerful man, willing to do her bidding while focusing on her pleasure. Some part of this still confused her.

Finally, Bruce pulled back from the kiss, set his hands on either side of her body, and returned to a kneeling position.

Her head swam and she had to steady herself against his shoulders, only to find that his face was at the level of her sex. “How would you go about restraining the body and stimulating it?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a two bundles of dark blue rope. “Silk helps for those who are afraid of iron.”

An eyebrow rose.

“The chair, a perfect place to hold you,” he indicated with a nod of his head. “You’ll sit with your hips at the edge, legs spread. Arms tied lightly.”

“It won’t hurt?” She looked at the chair, a high-end leather and wood piece of furniture with arms that could be used to hold her hands down if he tied her to it.

“If it does, I’ll loosen the ropes. Just ask.”

That was the problem. She could trust him; she felt somewhat safe with a man who seemed to be in so much control over himself. He could easily hurt her, but she didn’t get the sense that Bruce would. It was odd, but she really found him worth at least a shot. Livia had never asked for anything in her life. She’d always done for herself or gone without. Life had been tough going without, even as her income grew. Still, she wanted things and feared asking for them.

The question jumped from the back of her mind to her lips before she could stop it. “What if I get scared?”

Bruce looked into her eyes and smiled. “You simply say Bluetooth.”

“Bluetooth?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes. That’s your safeword. If you feel scared and want me to stop, you simply say it and all play of any sort ceases.”

The thought of all things ceasing at her asking gave her a rush as did the tone of his voice. The words again seemed to wrap around her ears in a symphony of seduction that curled like smoke over her bare skin. Her pussy tightened at the thought of him touching her. Her body thrummed with arousal.

“You start by taking control of yourself. You have already done that.” Bruce set a hand on her exposed thigh.

Tingles raced up straight up her back. Anticipation at how this could turn out built like butterflies buzzing in her stomach. She wanted this man. “Okay. So what now?”

“Indulge me, so I can indulge you. Sit on the chair, rest your hands on the arms. Strip off the robe.”

Slowly, Livia moved toward the chair. She let the robe slip off before tossing it on the bed. “Here?”

Bruce blinked, looked at the chair, the window, and then back at Livia. “Well, we could move it away from the window if you’d like, but frankly if I were to look up and see you in all your naked glory, I’d want to know your name. I’d want to devour your body and share nothing but immense passion with you. I’d want to make sure I pleased you continuously, sexually and otherwise.” He stood and held the ropes in his hands.

She felt herself blush again. The rich timber of his voice did things to her insides. After the kiss, she felt empty. She wanted another taste of Bruce but didn’t know how to ask.

“Tie me up facing the window.”

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Satin

Satin is available as an e-book on Amazon.com

Description
After years of putting up with her cheating husband Rick, Jade Wilson has taken her son and walked out on him. With no money, and no job, she moves in with her sexy best friend, Jennifer. When her husband hires an attorney and takes her son, Jade is willing to do anything to make enough money to get him back, including bartending at the infamous Satin Club. Working in the titillating gentleman’s club excites Jade more than she realizes. She performs at an amateur night and becomes a permanent and very popular Satin girl.

But others know…being wanted at Satin is not as great as it appears to be. Will Jade realize what is going on in her world before it is too late?