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Sunday, February 18, 2018

Coming Out by G D Ogan...

Coming Out
Book 3 of Immortal Relations 
by
G. D. Ogan


Ogan's insights into the powers of the immortal vampires, along with fresh takes on the complex inner workings of their existence provide an intriguing experience for readers. 

In this story a novice shape-shifter wolf meets a beautiful hybrid vampire. Good vampires set up a new coven in Southern Canada to monitor a regime intent on changing America into a dictatorship.


EXCERPT:

In this excerpt from the book an investigating reporter has had help from a relative to write a story for his news blog exposing vampires as the ones who helped stop the invasion of Russia by Communist China to gobble up mineral rich land:

"I interrupted, 'Sir, I just had a random idea.'

Everyone turned to look at me, while I turned to look at Fred (our new shape-shifter wolf friend). Fred just smiled at me...I could tell we were both thinking the same thing. 

I continued, "Vlad, I don't know if what I'm about to say are my own original thoughts or if I'm picking up what Fred is thinking...the way he is smiling at me I'm not sure it isn't the latter. But what if Fred were to be able to shift into his were-wolf personal for just an instant, then shift back to tell the reporter that his friends did not like him releasing a story that vampires were responsible for what THEY did. That his kind and vampires are mortal enemies and he would be offended if credit were given to vampires for what he and his kind did to stop the terrorists and the war?

I continued, 'This would be a smoke screen' for the truth to hide behind. But it might frighten the reporter into silence or force him to delay publishing his article while he tried to refute that werewolves rather than vampires might have been responsible for all those actions. After all, I don't think he has actually seen a vampire and he would have seen Fred shift into a werewolf. My first 'fictional novel' is ready to go to the publishers, a publishing house that Grandmother owns, and I'm almost finished with the second book. It contains all the action that are the basis upon which the reporter is saying vampires were involved. If we can get both books printed with publication dates well before the reporter's article, he will be seen as plagiarizing already published works of fiction." 


REVIEW:

5 Stars The best vampire novel I ever read. 

This novel rates number one in vampire writings, and close to the top in science fiction. Ogan is an excellent writer. There is an occasional misspelled word, but it does not detract from the quality of the book. Ogan shows a deep knowledge of warfare and weapons perhaps from his service as a major in the USAF. The killing of others is handled very well and realistically. It is heavy on sexual content, but again done well. I shared the book with a friend who came back to me and said, 'I think this writer has overdosed on Viagra." I laughed. 

I also liked the writing in first person since it showed each person's involvement and participation in  the main theme of bringing the story to the front. It is not necessary to read  the books in order unless you are one of those people who prefer it that way. The books stand alone. I read the second, the first, and the third. Loved all three and look forward to number four. It depicts vampires as friend of humans rather than monsters. It also shows a great love for animals."


BUY LINKS:

Each of the three novels in the "Immortal Relations" series are available from Amazon (print) and their Kindle Division (E-book). The E-book versions are $.99 each + tax (approximately $1,08 total) 

Immortal Relations" is book #1 at http://amazon.com/dp/B006ZCBT6G 
Immortal Relations, Love and War" is book #2 at http://amazon.com/dp/B00A4IEHL6 
Immortal Relations Coming Out is book #3 at http://amazon.com/dp/B00G5BQS18 .


AUTHOR BIO:


Guy Ogan was born near the start of WW-II. He and his mother spent the remaining war years with Grandparents n Central Texas then returned to Arlington VA where Guy started school. During his Junior Year of High School his father took a job in Sunnyvale, CA so the family moved to nearby Los Altos where Guy ran track and cross-country and received an Associate of Arts from Foothill Junior College before transferring to Texas Christian University in Fort Worth, Texas where he continued running track and cross-country. 

 Finishing his Bachelor's Degree he received his commission as Second Lieutenant in the USAF where he spent the next 20+ years in assignments at Big Spring, TX, Denver, CO. Rantoul, IL, Okinawa, Austin, TX, Keflavik, Iceland, Shosterberg, the Netherlands, Abilene, TX and Moreno Valley, CA from where he retired. While in the service he competed a Master of Arts in Counseling Psychology at the European Campus of Ball State University and after his military retirement he completed a second graduate degree in Education at Hardin-Simmons University before going to work for the Texas Department of Criminal Justice writing treatment programs for offenders and retiring as an Associate Clinical Psychologist. 

He retired from TDCJ when he was needed at home to care for his mother after his father passed away. He was able to give her the care she needed to allow her to stay in her home which is what she wanted. It was after her death that he found  an interesting photograph that started his writing, shown on page two of the first book in the series. He now lives in West Texas with his wife of 50 Years and their Pomeranians.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

All You Need is Love by Adriana Kraft...

All You Need is Love

A Limited Edition Romance Collection

With stories by

Tamsin Baker, Jess Buffett,‎ Kristine Cayne,‎ Adriana Kraft,‎ Cate Farren,‎ Valerie Ullmer,‎ Kai Tyler,‎ Lexi Thorne,‎ Izzy Szyn,‎ Aeryn Jaden, Dana Kenzi, Celia Fay, and Dani Gray

Romance Collections is proud to present these fourteen stories of love that knows no boundaries. Like rivers flowing through the canvas of earth, these stories will run deep, touch softly and leave you breathless.

No matter who it is with, passion is magnificent, desires are bold, and love is beautiful.

BUY LINKS


STORIES

The Omega Shift, by Tamsin Baker
Running in Circles, by Jess Buffett
Burning for Him, by Kristine Cayne
Three: A Love Story, by Adriana Kraft
Stop me Falling, by Cate Farren
Fall for You, by Valerie Ullmer
Homecoming, by Kai Tyler
Lesbian Alien Affairs, by Lexi Thorne
Bound for Landia, by Izzy Szyn
Wide Awake, by Aeryn Jaden
Once Upon a Crush, by Dana Kenzi
The Honest Change, by Celia Fay
Cupid’s Valentine, by Dani Gray

BLURB 
Three: A Love Story by Adriana Kraft

As erotic romance authors, my husband and I love writing ménage and polyamory stories because they offer so many options for sizzling sex scenes. We craft sexual encounters on the page that appeal to both of us in hopes they’ll appeal to the fantasies of other men and women, as well.

But what happens when these hot erotic fantasies run headlong into real-life obstacles? What does polyamory look like when it happens to ordinary people? That’s the challenge we set ourselves in “Three: A Love Story,” our contribution to the Boxed Set All You Need is Love.

Three lives—but how many loves? Two bisexual women deeply in love with each other also enjoy dating men and even arranging an occasional three-way. What if one of these women starts to fall in love with a man?



EXCERPT

Jamie tilted her head to the side as Susan curled back in next to her. “So what do you think of Mason?”

“Ah, Mason. He’s the source of your stewing. Is he starting to wear on you? How long has it been—three months? Four months?”

“He’s not wearing on me. And it’s nearly five months.” Jamie paused to wet her lips. “You didn’t answer my question. What do you think of him? What do you really think of him?”

Susan flinched. “Well, I haven’t thought a lot about him, though I must say he has stayed around longer than any guy in recent memory.” Susan sighed. “Okay, to be honest. I think he seems like a very nice guy. When he’s over here, it’s because he’s come to see you, so I don’t really spend a lot of time with him. I’ve cooked a few dinners for you guys, but most of time he comes, you go out, you come back, and you fuck like two wildcats. I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t complained. And he’s usually gone before I’m up in the morning. And lately you’ve been spending much more time at his house than at our apartment…for your love nest activities, that is. I must say that’s easier on me. I get more sleep, and I don’t have to imagine what you and he are doing to each other.”

“That’s it?”

“What else do you want me to say? I’m an English professor, not a social worker. He doesn’t seem abusive. He’s easy to look at. He doesn’t…” Susan paused. “Uh oh. If he’s not wearing on you and yet you’re stewing about him...” She arched an eyebrow. “Jams, maybe you’d better tell me what’s really on your mind.”

Jamie didn’t miss the sudden flash of anxiety that crossed Susan’s face. 


About Adriana Kraft

Winner of the 2014 Bisexual Book Award for erotic fiction, author Adriana Kraft is a married couple writing Sizzling Romantic Suspense and Erotic Romance for Two, Three, or More. Whether readers open our romantic suspense or our erotic romance, they can expect characters they care about, hot sex scenes, and a compelling story. Our suspense stories deliver one man, one woman, danger and intrigue. Our erotic romance is edgier and nearly always includes ménage or polyamory, sometimes with two women and a man, sometimes with two (or more) couples.

Together we have published more than forty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. 

We love hearing from readers at adrianakraft99@yahoo.com, and here is our website: When It’s Time to Heat Things Up http://adrianakraft.com

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Tuesday, February 06, 2018

The Darkling Hunters: Fox Company Alpha by Rhiannon Ayers...

The Darkling Hunters: Fox Company Alpha
Book 1 of the Fox Company Series
By 
Rhiannon Ayers

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Release day is Feb 12. 
 Here's the link for a Facebook event that day: https://www.facebook.com/events/396071494169686/



For darkling hunters Dex Peterson and Sam Spencer, danger is just part of a regular work week. After working with the Darkling Eradication Agency for the past eight years, they’re used to tracking down soulless monsters and burying them in an early grave. But when their new assignment lands them smack in the middle of a darkling turf war, they realize their military experience and government backing won't be nearly enough to survive the crossfire.

Enter Sydney Carpenter, a bad-ass, no-nonsense, wait-right-there-so-I-can-come-kick-your-ass warrior woman with more than enough experience to take down the darkling horde. She’s saved their bacon more times than they can count, and having her on their team will almost guarantee victory. If this was nothing but a routine mission, the three of them could wipe the floor with these depraved monstrosities and call it a day.

But this is anything but a routine mission. Love, lust, and deadly secrets have the power to destroy even the best-laid plans. For the three of them to survive, they’ll not only have to accept their unspoken need for each other, they’ll have to put it all on the line to save the mission—and their souls. And when Sydney finally reveals a terrifying secret, they’ll have to face the reality that nothing in their world is as it seems.

WARNING: Contains two hardcore Marine soldiers guaranteed to make your panties melt.



EXCERPT:
“Close the door,” Sydney told him. The gun’s muzzle never wavered.
“No, I’ll go,” Sam said quickly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt…”
“Come in and close the damn door, Sam Spencer. You can’t leave.”
Sam and Dex both shot her incredulous expressions. “He can’t?” Dex said at the same time Sam barked, “I can’t?”
Sydney, still pointing the gun at him, calmly lifted herself off of Dex—oh, fuck, he wished he could see through that damn pile of blankets—and slid off the end of the bed. Stark naked, beautiful as all get-out, she sauntered over to a puddle of white fabric in the middle of the floor. With a last searching look toward Sam, she finally lowered the gun, set it on a chest of drawers, and picked up the robe. She threw it around her shoulders, flipped the tie closed with a casual twist of her wrists, and stood facing him with arms crossed beneath her breasts.
“Since I know you’re not as stupid as that one over there,” she poked a thumb toward Dex, who scowled at her, “I’m assuming you didn’t walk here.”
“Didn’t walk,” Dex grumbled. “Double-timed it.”
Syd rolled her eyes. “Note how he doesn’t bother to refute the stupid part. Just the walking part.”
Sam had to bite the corners of his lips to keep from grinning as Dex muttered curses.
“Which means you drove back,” Syd continued. “And that means you were seen by the Big Man’s watchers. If you leave now, they’ll kill you before you leave the parking lot.”
“What? Why?”
Her expression hardened. “Because there are only two reasons why a man, alone, would come to this motel in the dead of night. Either he’s a john who got invited back for a second helping, or he’s a cop looking for insider information.” One eyebrow quirked. “Which one do you think they’ll assume you are?”
Sam fidgeted. Damn it, a little slip of a woman shouldn’t be able to make a man his size fidget. “I was careful. I didn’t park in front of your room. You left the door unlocked, by the way. I assumed that meant you were expecting me…or…something.”
“We weren’t, so get the fuck out,” Dex growled. He still sat in the middle of the bed, blankets wrapped around his lower body. His glare said he hated Sam for interrupting what was clearly the best night of his life.
“He can’t leave,” Syd said again. “Doesn’t matter how careful he was. I can guarantee someone saw him.” She took in a slow breath. “Doesn’t mean we can’t fix it. Which room did you park in front of?”
“Uh…” Sam scratched his temple. “Room two, I think. Right next door to the office.”
Sydney pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “Well, I suppose there’s a small blessing in that. At least you didn’t wake up Madge. She would have sicced Merle on you.”
“Madge? Who’s Madge? And why would she sic her dog on us?”
“Madge is the owner of this fine establishment,” Sydney replied with a twisted little smile. “Works directly for the Big Man. She sleeps in the front office, but only a fool—or a stranger—would dare to go in there at this time of night. Locals know better than to wake her up just to get a room in this dump. And Merle isn’t her dog, it’s her shotgun.”
“Her shotgun?” Sam’s eyebrows touched his hairline.
“She named it?” Dex’s voice had risen an octave.
Syd gave a little shrug. “She says the twelve-gauge is woman’s best friend, so…yeah. She even bought a dog collar for it. It’s real pretty, actually. Princess-pink with a rhinestone buckle.”
“She bought a pink dog collar…for a shotgun.” The look on Dex’s face was priceless.
“With rhinestones,” Sydney confirmed with a nod.
“But…it’s pink,” Dex said, sounding awed and horrified at the same time.
“And it’s sparkly.”
“I thought Merle was a boy’s name,” Sam said with a frown.
“And she says he likes pink, okay?” Sydney snapped, voice going all high and indignant as she glared at them. “Don’t judge!”
Both men gaped at her, mouths hanging open—then burst out laughing. Sydney held her outraged expression a moment longer, then shook her head as a big grin lit her features. “Finally. Geez, guys. I was afraid I’d strain a muscle trying to keep a straight face. Better now? Are we all lightened up? Good, because you two need to relax a bit.”


ADULT EXCERPT: 
A soft, sensuous groan pulled Sam from a dark, restless sleep.
He lay on his back, naked but for a pair of boxer shorts, tucked under a pile of all-too-familiar hotel-style blankets. Disorientation confounded his sleep-muddled brain as he tried to remember why he’d been sleeping in the middle of the day—his inner clock said it was just coming up mid-afternoon, and his inner clock was never wrong. A quick glance showed him a room darkened by blackout curtains, but very little else. Befuddled, still not quite awake yet, he tried to remember what led up to his impromptu nap.
Oh. Right. Sydney had gone to retrieve burgers and fries, so they could recoup some calories, then insisted they should all take a mid-afternoon snooze to make sure they had enough energy to face the busy night she had planned. An hour of chivvying hadn’t produced any more information, so Sam had admitted defeat and took her suggestion to heart. Syd and Dex had snuggled down together on one of the beds, leaving Sam to huddle alone in his own pile of blankets. He’d stripped down this time—a night spent constricted by a tight pair of jeans hadn’t exactly helped his mood today—and settled in, expecting to lay awake while the other two slept.
Apparently, Syd had been right. He’d needed the rest, and his brain promptly took a stage-left exit. So, what woke him up?
There it was again. A small, muffled groan, followed by a swish of fabric against fabric. Sam frowned, staring at the ceiling. Coming from outside, maybe? But, no, the sounds were too close, too immediate. He listened harder. A rhythmic shifting. A rumbly sort of mumble. Another rustle, followed by a creaking noise, then what sounded like a sharp intake of breath….
The realization slammed over him, and Sam’s whole body tightened like an over-coiled spring. Sydney and Dexter had gone to sleep on the bed next to Sam’s, but they weren’t asleep any longer. The soft cries, the muffled groans, and the sound of over-starched sheets sliding against one another all pointed to one thing.
Sex. They were having sex. Right there, on the bed next to his.
Sam clamped his teeth against a needy groan. Obviously, they thought he was still safely asleep. No wonder, given how hard he’d been napping just moments ago. Still, it surprised him he’d slept through even this much of it; he normally woke up if so much as a cricket chirped outside his room.
He was awake now, though. And so was his libido.
Sam squeezed his eyes shut. He would not look. Couldn’t. They deserved their privacy. He should have made an effort to get a second room just so they could have as much space as possible. But in his rush to confront Syd, and then to hash out a plan to deal with the unexpected discovery of the darkling-maker, he hadn’t thought that far ahead.
And now he was stuck here, listening to the two of them enjoying each other while having to pretend he wasn’t affected.
Too late. His cock was a throbbing steel bar resting against his belly. Hormones and need ping-ponged through his system like hummingbirds high on Red Bull. He bit his tongue, then his cheeks, then fisted the sheets on either side of himself. He would not look. He could not look. No way was he going to—
“Oh, fuck.”
Sydney’s breathless, sensual exclamation sent lightning sizzling through his body. It took everything he had not to convulse with the force of it. His eyes popped open, and before he could stop himself, he looked to his right.
And had to stifle back a healthy groan.
Just enough light seeped around the blackout curtains for him to see their silhouettes. Dex lay on top of Sydney, chest to chest, his elbows braced on either side of her head while his face was buried in her hair. She had her arms wrapped around his torso, fingers clutching his shoulder blades, as she pressed her forehead against the crook of his neck. A single, thin sheet covered their lower bodies, outlining Sydney’s bent, splayed knees and Dex’s tight, hard ass. The bed rocked softly as Dex moved his hips in a slow, gentle ride.
As Sam watched, Dex picked up the pace, lifting himself up just enough to give himself room to maneuver. Sydney wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, holding tight, and bit Dex’s bicep as if to keep from crying out. Dex’s soft grunts, Sydney’s suppressed cries, and the soft rustle of the sheet all blended together to form a sensual symphony that set every part of Sam’s body on fire.
He couldn’t look away. Didn’t even dare, lest they realize he’d woken and think he’d been spying on them since the beginning. Oh, God, he didn’t want to witness this, and yet he drank in every detail, every moan, every soft sigh. They were beautiful together. Sexual dynamite. So perfect and erotic, it made Sam’s heart ache from the sight of it. Oh, fuck, how he wanted to reach out and touch them, both of them, feel their silky-soft skin, their tensing muscles, their glorious heat…
Jesus. What the hell am I thinking? Both of them? He never let himself think like that. Not anymore. Dex had never shown any interest in guys. The guy wasn’t homophobic, or completely averse to the idea, but he wasn’t exactly a cheerleader, either. Dex just never seemed to pay attention to his own gender, at least not in that way. And Sam had never told anyone, save his high school crush, a guy named Enzio, that he swung both ways. Aside from a drunken night in Chicago, when Sam had confessed his deepest, darkest desire to an equally drunk Sydney, Sam hadn’t even thought about his personal proclivities in that direction in quite some time.
Right now, though…

Sam suppressed a shudder. The way their bodies moved together looked so tantalizing. So tempting. He could see himself rising from the bed, padding over to them, and running his palm down Dex’s strong, hard back. An equally sexy caress for Sydney’s thigh would be followed by wrapping his hand around Dex’s throat, turning his head, and…
Fuck. There wasn’t enough air in the room. Had somebody shut off the vents? It should have been cold, but it was hot, and sticky, and so goddamn erotic…
Sam sat straight up, heedless of the consequences, and bolted for the bathroom. He heard Dex’s curse and Sydney’s murmur of surprise just before slamming the door shut. Groaning, he sat on the toilet lid, put his head in his hands, and wished himself invisible.
Too late now. Way, way too late.




AUTHOR BIO:

Contact her at rhiannon.ayers@yahoo.com

Rhiannon Ayers has lived in many cities over the years, having grown up the daughter of parents who suffered from wanderlust. Currently, she and her husband reside near the Gulf of Mexico with their children, both the two- and four-legged variety. An artist to the bone, Rhiannon spends her days dreaming up snappy headlines and creating eye-catching artwork for clients all over the world, though telling stories has always been her first love. After writing her first epic adventure series at the tender age of eight, she went on to garner several creative writing awards, including the prestigious Vanderbilt Award for Excellence in Creative Writing. Becoming a published author is her single greatest achievement to date.


OUT SOON: THE DARKLING HUNTERS: FOX COMPANY ALPHA
Author of DEMONS WITHIN and ANGEL WITHOUT, and SAINTS UNITED
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Monday, February 05, 2018

Melting Her Dom's Heart by Suzy Shearer

Melting Her Dom's Heart
by 
Suzy Shearer
Book 3 Dark Desires

[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, HEA]
When Kallista Robins, 49, meets Alex Harrison, 51., she is instantly attracted to him but his obnoxious behaviour leaves her cold.
Alex has quite a reputation—he is a great Dom but he is cold and emotionless, never letting anyone get close to him. Nick-named Alexander the Great by subs, he has locked his heart away and intends to keep it that way. Alex refuses to ever collar a sub or get emotionally involved and always warns the woman before he begins any relationship, even going so far to have it written into their Dom/sub contract.
But when he meets Kalli Robins his world is turned upside down. Having never been in love before, the new feelings he experiences send Alex into a tailspin.
How will Kalli be able to stay in a cold, emotionless relationship? If he can't return her love will she decide to give up on ever Melting Her Dom's Heart?

Available in both electronic and print form from all online bookshops. Amazon - http://amzn.com/B01A63FQ4A
Siren - http://www.bookstrand.com/book/melting-her-doms-heart

EXCERPT:
Standing near his desk Alex hung up the house phone and turned back to the very attractive woman sitting in a chair near him. She looked infuriated as she stood and faced him.
She was a truly beautiful woman, but at this moment Pamela’s face was distorted and ugly. Red suffused her cheeks, and her blue eyes seemed mean as she glowered at him with such undisguised hostility. Her lips were a thin line of anger, and her nostrils flared as she glared and then spoke.
“You know what, Alex? It’s over.”
With those words she turned away from him and flounced toward the door. Puzzled, Alex leant against the edge of the desk as he watched her.
“I don’t understand,. I thought you enjoyed our playtime.”
She turned back to look at the man she’d been involved with for the past six months and shook her head.
“This isn’t about playtime. This is about us. You hold every woman at arm’s length. You don’t get emotionally involved. You know nothing about any woman you chose to sleep with. To you I’m just a sub. I don’t even think you see me as a person.”
“That’s not entirely true.”
It was as if a dam’s wall had burst, and she had no desire to contain it. Pamela took a breath and then continued her tirade.
“Hell, you wouldn’t even know what my favourite colour is or my favourite flower, and we’ve been together for over six months!” She took a step then turned back to him. “Oh, and it isn’t bloody roses!”
She actually stamped her foot in disgust. Alex wondered what she was thinking. Judging by the resentful look on her face, it wasn’t good. She stormed at him again.
“You’ve locked your heart away.” Her shrill voice echoed in the room as she screeched at him. “Alex, you don’t feel anything!”
Her continued outburst had shocked him into silence. He just stared at her in surprise, wondering where all this was coming from.
“You really don’t get it, do you,?”
“I’m sorry you’re unhappy if that’s what you mean.”
Pamela rolled her eyes as if exasperated with him. Cocking her head she went on in a more normal voice.
“I’m curious, Alex. Have you ever been tempted to collar one of your subs or even considered it?”
“Not that I understand why you want to know, but no, I haven’t and I don’t intend to.”
Infuriated she shook her head. “Of course not. Collaring a sub would mean you had to show some emotion, an attachment, some sort of affection for her. You might even have to get involved with her on a social level. Gee, there’d even be a chance you’d have to drive her home once in a while rather than getting your chauffeur to always do it.”
She turned and continued her walk to the door. Alex watched her, knowing his face was devoid of the regret he was feeling. She turned back to him, partly out the door, one hand on the doorjamb.
Here it comes, her final salvo.
“You’re a frozen bastard, Alex Harrison. You may be the best Dom I’ve ever had, but that doesn’t make up for the fact you are a cold-hearted emotionless prick!”
With that she completed her exit by slamming the door shut. Alex winced and stared at the closed door. He felt as cold as she said, his face a mask.

ADULT EXCERT:
She looked magnificent. Her full breasts seemed to be trying to escape the lacy bra she wore. Hard nipples in the dark areola were beckoning him. Her tiny knickers barely covered her. Her luscious well-padded curves made his mouth water.
“Remove the bra.”
She reached around her back, unclipped it, and let it slide down her arms to the floor. Those breasts were even better now they were free. If he held each one, they would still spill over. He wanted more.
“Touch them.”
She looked up at him and ran one hand across her breasts.
“Do it properly, both hands.”
She began rubbing and squeezing them. He felt his cock pushing against his pants. She closed her eyes.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
She obeyed.
“Pull your nipples hard.” He watched her tweak the nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
Harder.”
He could see them grow harder and harder, the area around them pebbling. She never took her eyes from his. Huskily he whispered, “Remove your panties.”
As she bent forward to slide them down her legs, her lovely breasts swung back and forth. He wanted to touch her beautiful body. He reached out with one hand and ran his finger from her neck down to her belly button and then back up.
“Legs apart.”
She complied.
“Feel yourself. Prove to me you want this as much as I do.”
She ran one hand down between her legs and, as he watched, rubbed along her slit. She held out her finger. It glistened with her juices. Alex realised he had no condoms. There would be no way Kallie would have any either. Damn! He would have to satisfy her some other way.
“Come closer.”
“Now put one leg on the chair.”
He twisted to the side. With her glorious pussy at face level, he could see how very wet she was. He reached up with one hand and ran it along her shiny slit. He heard her swift intake and looked at her face. Flushed, Kallie was chewing on her bottom lip.
He began to rub against her clit. The tiny bead hardened in reaction. “Answer me truthfully. When did you last have a man touch you?”
“Four years ago, Sir ,” she said, her voice soft and so sensual.
This was the voice that had haunted his dreams and now hearing her and seeing her naked in front of him he felt helpless. Strange feelings for her swept over him. He looked up into her gorgeous face. He nodded. She would be out of practice at playing. It would be unfair to expect her to hold orgasms or not to speak. Besides, he wanted to watch her come, wanted to see her face and hear her. He pushed one finger inside her while rubbing her clit. Her eyes widened as he began to push his finger in and out. He inserted a second and hooked it, trying to find her elusive G-spot. When he found it, he began drumming on it.
She hardened her bite on her bottom lip. He felt her muscles tighten as she tried to hold back her gathering orgasm. Pleased, he leaned forward and licked her while his fingers continued to play with her G-spot. She tasted so sweet. He sucked her clit and nipped at it. Her legs tensed and then began to shake as she tried to hold off her orgasm.
He lapped at her juices and sucked her clit. She began to wobble. He grabbed her leg with one hand and increased his assault on her clit and her pussy. He glanced up and saw her eyes were filled with tears from trying to please him. Delighted with her attempt he said, “You may come whenever you wish.”
The relief on her face was obvious. He went back to licking.
She tensed.
She moaned.
She screamed!
He grinned.
He laughed.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

An Artist's Kiss by Suzy Shearer...

An Artist’s Kiss
by Suzy Shearer


Out in both ebook format and paperback -

Siren - http://www.bookstrand.com/book/an-artists-kiss

When artist Gabriel Milford, 47 wanted a plus-sized mature model he never expected to find the love of his life. Now he just needs to convince Isabella Coburn, 50 that they were meant to be together.

But Isabella has a terrible secret, a secret dark desire that she’s spent her life trying to ignore.


BLURB
Isabella Coburn, 50 left the nude modelling world years ago but Gabriel Milford, 47, needs a rubinesque older woman to pose for him. He's determined Issie will pose for him but she's equally determined not to.

Determined to win her over Gabriel does it the wrong way - he attempts blackmail then by forces his attentions on her. It’s only when she tries to sneak into his property that she finally agrees.

Isabella has had a secret since she was 19. One that she's only shared with one other person who treated her like she had the plague when she confessed it. Since then she considers herself perverted, sick, swearing off any involvement.

Now she’s running scared - she’s met the one man who makes her dark desires clamour to be free - desires that Gabriel would be only too willing to satisfy.

Can Gabriel convince her that she isn’t perverted? Will she finally accept who she is or will she continue to shun happiness the way she has for the past twenty years?

 [Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, HEA]
A Siren Erotic Romance


STORY EXCERPT:  
Grimacing, Gabriel looked at the brush in his very paint-stained hands then angrily turned back to glare ferociously at Ian.
“What do you mean, you haven’t been able to get a model? There’s got to be thousands of women out there who pose,” he growled.
“True, but you said you wanted an older woman and most women models that age are just not plus-sized.”
Furiously Gabriel snarled loudly, “Well, find one!”
“Calm down, Gabriel. I’ve contacted Erica Jones’ agency. We’ve used her agency before although I’ve never actually met her. She’s got plus-sized models on her books but I think they’re in their twenties and thirties. Still, she said she might have or might know someone.”
“I don’t want someone young, Ian,” Gabriel snapped, sick of telling Ian the same thing over and over. “I told you I want someone in their forties or even older. I don’t care if she’s in her late sixties or seventies. I want a woman with character, a woman who’s lived.”
“Okay, okay. I get the picture!”
Gabriel threw down the paintbrush and, stomping angrily across to his easel, he tried to look critically at the painting as he fumed on Ian’s unsuccessful search. Surely it shouldn’t be this hard to find one damn model! Ignoring Ian for the moment, he turned his attention back to the huge canvas in front of him.
A foreshortened figure of a gaunt naked man, lying on his back with his head toward the viewer, filled the painting. Even though the strokes were broad and heavy there was still a slight softness about the work that created a sympathetic feel. The haunted face appeared as if the man were in pain. Maybe from being stretched out or maybe he was ill or tortured. Whatever the reason, it drew the viewer immediately and they felt the same hurt, the same agony. It was an uncomfortable piece but it certainly demanded attention.
There wasn’t much work left to do on it and he really wanted to get started on the female nude. He took a deep breath, inhaling the aromas of paint, linseed oil, and turpentine.
Without turning, Gabriel said gruffly, “Just find someone, Ian.”
“I will. For goodness’ sake, Gabe, relax,” Ian snapped a retort.
Surprised at the exasperated tone in Ian’s voice, Gabriel turned back and really looked at the man who was both friend and agent. Gabriel saw with surprise that Ian looked very upset but was still trying to calm Gabriel down. Ruefully he realised at once Ian would be doing everything he could to satisfy Gabriel’s request.
They’d been friends for so long, ever since Gabriel started making his name in the art world. It was then he’d realised he’d need an agent and found Ian’s agency. Ian worked with the three “As”—artists, actors, and authors. Gabriel knew how hard Ian worked to satisfy his clients. Now Gabriel felt awful for yelling and complaining.
“I’m sorry. It’s just I get caught up and…”
Ian sighed loudly.
“I know, Gabriel. Believe it or not, I do understand. Let’s face it, I’ve seen you working for years so I know a little of what goes on inside that thick head of yours.” He smiled to take the sting out of his words. “Just when were you planning on starting the nude?”
Gabriel looked back at the vast painting.
“This…” He pointed to the canvas. “It’s really finished. I just want to touch up a few areas so maybe next week. The client wants this ready in three weeks so I’m ahead of time. Anyway, I want to get plenty of sketches down on the female nude so I can decide exactly on the pose and size. Until I have a model, I really don’t know the pose.”
He hoped Ian could understand the frustration he felt. His mind was filled with dozens of ideas but until he had an actual woman in front of him he wouldn’t be able to decide. The pose would really depend on the woman, how the play of light and shadows affected her body, even the woman’s personality would play into his ideas.
“I’m meeting Erica Saturday night, a party with a few million people, anyway hopefully she tells me she’s found someone.”
“Thanks, Ian.”
“If she doesn’t have a model then there’s a good chance she’ll know an agency that might be able to help. Don’t worry, Gabe, I’ll find her for you.”
“Sorry I got angry. I know you’re doing your best.”
Gabriel reached out a hand to Ian as a peace offering.
© Suzy Shearer 2016

ADULT EXCERPT:

“So you like this, do you, Issie?”
He grabbed his dick and rubbed his hand up and down the shaft then stepped out of his jeans.
Oh my god!
It looked huge, thick, and long. Isabella panicked, wondering how on earth he would fit it inside her body. She suddenly realised she was licking her lips in anticipation.
“Tell me. Tell me you want my cock.”
“I…” She nodded.
“No, say it,” he demanded. “Say you want my cock.”
Stuttering, she said, “I…I want your cock.”
“Tell me, my beautiful Issie, have you ever sucked a man’s cock?”
She shook her head.
“Mm. Have you ever been fucked in the arse?’
She gulped and shook her head again. He untied one of her wrists and an ankle and rolled her onto her tummy before tying her arm again.
“I want this luscious arse bright pink.”
As he spoke he began rubbing and kneading her bottom. Isabella couldn’t help it. She lifted her buttocks slightly into his hand. Then she felt him smack one cheek. This was so different to the other time he did it, this time she was naked. He hit her bare flesh again.
Oh god, she thought, amazed, it feels so good.
He hit her again and this time he forced his fingers between her cheeks and pushed them down until he could rub her slit. Then he hit again and rubbed. She could feel how wet she was, it felt as if she was dripping onto the bed. Gabriel spread her juices between the cracks of her arse. She lost count of how many times he hit her, all she knew it felt amazing.
She kept saying to herself, please don’t stop.
She felt him untie her other ankle and then manoeuvre her until she was on her knees with her legs apart, her head against the bed. He moved until his face was against her ear.
That sexy voice of his murmured in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you, Issie. I’m going to fuck you until you come again then I intend to keep fucking you until I come.”
She turned her head to look at him, shocked.
“If you’re a good girl I might even let you come twice.”
“Twice?” she gasped.
“Mm, you have such a delicious cunt, I loved tasting it. Now I just know I’m going to love fucking it.”
His dirty words both shocked and excited her. She’d never had a man say such crude things to her during sex. She watched as he stood then smacked her arse again. He rolled the condom onto his swollen cock then pulled her around until he could position his dick at the entrance to her drenched pussy.
Gabriel put a hand on his cock and guided it between her lips. There was no nice gentle rubbing, no easing in, instead he thrust in hard. She cried out as she felt herself stretch painfully to accommodate his size and then Isabella felt his balls bang against her. The pain had disappeared and in its place was a burning hunger. Gripping her hips, he pulled her back and forth in time to his hard thrusts.
Instinctively Isabella began to move as well so Gabriel dropped one hand from her hips and instead began to rub her clit. He hammered her hard and rough. Isabella gasped with each thrust and she could hear Gabriel doing the same. She could hear their flesh slamming together, echoing in the room, could smell his masculine aroma and her softer sweeter one.
His fingers pinched and rubbed her swollen sensitive clit. Stunned, Isabella felt another climax rock her. She bit down on the sheet covering the bed as he continued to push his cock deep inside her.
He shouted, “That’s right, Issie. Come for me!”
He continued pummelling into her and Isabella was almost overwhelmed by the feeling in her mind and her body. It felt surreal, she felt as if she were starting to float. Gabriel used his other hand and pulled hard on one nipple, using it to direct her movements. Between his fingers on her clit, the one pulling her nipple and his cock ramming in and out of her, Isabella had no chance.
Her scream echoed around the room as her third orgasm shook her. Gabriel increased his thrusts. He pounded deeper and harder until she felt him grab her hips to pull her tight onto his cock. He shouted her name as she felt him fill the condom with his cum.
Isabella lost it.
She lost all sense of time. All she could feel was her body shuddering as that third climax rippled across. She thought Gabriel collapsed against her but she wasn’t sure as she followed the wonderful feeling. Never in her entire life had she experienced multiple orgasms. Never had she felt ones as hard and strong as these. She actually felt drained. She had an idea that Gabriel untied her and she thought she felt him lie beside her then gather her into his arms but she was too relaxed, too satisfied to even know for sure.
© Suzy Shearer 2016





An Artist’s Kiss is book 4 in the Dark Desires series.

This series is about the secret cravings we have, the things that go on behind closed doors. Those dark desires we harbour and crave but sometimes afraid to ask for.

Each book in the Dark Desires series is a stand-alone so the books can be read in any order.


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Craving Her Master                        
Melting Her Dom’s Heart                 
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BIO:
Best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books have consistantly reached her publisher's Best Seller list with several reaching # 1.  Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category.
Single, all alone and fancy free Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company.

She is a Buddhist, an author, an artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. Suzy has a penchant for crazy coloured hair - pinks, purples blues even rainbowed.... it changes every month - oh yes, also a penchant for tattoos!
Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid-40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.  When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.
Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.
When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. Check out her artwork at: http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/