Friday, January 20, 2017

Dragon Trap by Sarah Marsh ...

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Dragon Trap, Coalition Mates Book 5.

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(Will be available on Amazon/Kobo/B&N etc approx. Feb 19) 

Blurb:

All Marisol Lewis had ever wanted was a family, but her ex-husband back on Earth made sure that would never happen while they were together. Now? After waking up on an alien planet, she has a plan and she’s more determined than ever to see it through on her own.

When the contract comes up that will give her exactly what she’s always dreamed of, she’s eager to sign on the dotted line and begin the journey to her new home planet of Dolovia. But when things go horribly wrong, she ends up surrounded by mad doctors and Frankenstein space pirates.

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Luca and Baelion are dragon shifters with a troubled past, shunned by their own people, they now work for the Coalition Council taking rescue jobs that no one else can do. They manage to find Marisol—but their rescue plans take a wrong turn and they all end up stranded on a dangerous quarantined planet.

Mari finds out the hard way that life often gets in the way of best-laid plans…and dragon shifters most definitely do get in the way of hers.


Good thing for her that dragons are naturally quite stubborn once they decide they want something—and they’ve decided she’s theirs.

Story Excerpt:

Mari stared at the sheer beauty of the male in front of her. His chest was a sculpture of rippling golden muscles. Fine beads of sweat made their way down his toned stomach, drawing her gaze ever lower. She watched as his hips swayed back and forth to the seductive music, his low, loose pants barely clinging to his lean body. She wasn’t sure if she’d even seen a more beautiful man before; it had certainly been long enough since she’d had her hands on any man at all. The sighs of the woman next to her finally broke the trance of his delectable gyrations and allowed her to turn her eyes away. No point in torturing herself any further with things that she couldn’t have.
“God, Mari, how can you even look away from a sight that divine?” Devyn fanned herself with both hands. “I mean, I love Benic like a brother, but when that boy dances, even I can’t keep my thoughts platonic.”
“Well, I’m almost old enough to be his mother, so I shouldn’t be gawking at him at all,” Marisol answered as she stood up from the stone bench where they’d been watching the dance performance. The gardens of the Courtesan Guild building were created for showcasing and practicing all sorts of exotic performance arts, and most of those who attended the classes or worked in the building loved to enjoy the shows.
“You’re leaving right in the middle of his routine?” Devyn asked, looking back at her as if she were crazy.
“I’ve got an appointment with the Guild Matron in twenty minutes. Sally says she’s found the perfect contract for me.”
“Oh,” Devyn answered with a frown. “This soon? I thought it would take longer, that we’d have at least until I’m done with classes before you shipped off to planets unknown.”
Mari reached over and gave her friend a tight hug. For some reason, little Devyn’s perky, outrageous personality had meshed perfectly with her own—surprisingly, since she’d been told on more than one occasion that she was too serious, too much of a control freak. So the tiny tornado of happiness had become her best friend here, and if she was sent off world, she would miss her something fierce.
“Don’t worry, Devyn. It might not even be one that I want,” Mari said with a shrug. “No point in worrying over nothing. I’ll see you after.”
As Marisol walked back through the education center and into the Courtesan admin wing, she had to admire the sensuous beauty of the building. If she had been ten years younger and perhaps a little bit braver, she would have loved to apply to the Courtesan Guild. It sounded so glamorous and fascinating, and Sally certainly couldn’t look any happier than she was in her new role as Guild Matron. Of course, it didn’t hurt that it was a role that just happened to come with a smoking-hot husband, Guild Master Arkenon Quinn. A more devastating alpha male Mari had never met, and she couldn’t help but be a little jealous of her friend.
She walked into Sally’s new office and was not surprised to see the intimidating Kalista Dax standing at the secretary’s desk, going over some paperwork. When the former Tokka assassin turned her unsettling solid blue eyes toward Mari, it was all she could do not to book it back out the damned door. Kali had always been very nice to the rest of the rescued Earthers and actively went out of her way to make friends, but the rumors of the kind of violence she was capable of left Mari just a bit freaked out.
“Hello, Marisol. Are you here for your appointment with the Guild Matron?” Kali asked, an almost smile trying to form on her beautiful, pale white face.
Mari knew that Kali liked to spend so much time with the Earth females because they were so expressive emotionally. She was only half Tokka and had been forced to suppress her physical expressions at an early age. Since Kali had defected from a society where it was unacceptable to show emotions of any kind, she was trying to learn by observing them, and sometimes the results could be…unsettling.
“Yes, Sally said that she may have found a placement for me,” Mari answered, trying to maintain eye contact with the much taller woman.
“Mari, come on in!” Sally bellowed from her desk, which made both Mari and Kali smile at how outrageous their new Guild Matron could be.
Sally was up to her elbows in material swatches when Marisol sat down in front of the large desk. The office was beautiful, with an incredible view of the mountains through the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side. The furniture was all made in a black wood that looked exotic and expensive. But then again, Sally’s new position as Guild Matron was one of the most important on the entire planet of Sirus. It was just strange because Sally really didn’t seem to care about the prestige at all. She had really grown into herself since that day they had all walked out of their rooms for the first time and realized they were now on an alien planet, but she was still just Sally to the rest of her friends.
“Argh, I’m supposed to decide on material for new dresses for the council meetings, and I seriously couldn’t care less. I wonder if I can hire someone to do all of this clothing crap for me?” the Guild Matron said, shoving the material to the other side of the desk with a look of disgust. “So how are you, Mari? How are the classes going?”

“Good, Sal. I’m almost done with the EMT equivalent, so I’m sure that will be handy to have on top of my nursing experience. You said you had a possible match for me for placement?” She squirmed in her chair, trying not to look too excited.

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Adult Excerpt:

“You’re so wet for us already,” the low sexy timbre of Luca’s voice only made her want him more. “I need to taste you.”
“Later, Luca. I need you right now.” She moaned as Baelion took one of her aching nipples deep into his mouth. “I can’t wait. Please.”
She boldly moved her legs farther apart, planting her feet flat on the mats. It was an unmistakable invitation—one Luca didn’t disappoint her on. He quickly rid himself of his shorts and then moved between her thighs, rubbing the swollen, thick head of his cock along her wet folds.
“Luca, stop teasing me.”
His only answer was a low growl as he slowly pushed his length inside of her, his eyes locked on hers. It was extremely intense. His gaze never left hers as he filled her up.
“Watching you take him is so fucking hot, Mari.” Bae’s voice from beside her snagged her attention. His own blue eyes were locked to where their bodies joined. He ran one finger down her stomach until it lightly made a slow path around her swollen clit, causing her to moan and tighten around the hard shaft buried deep within her.
“She’s so warm and wet, Bae. Feel for yourself.” Luca grabbed Baelion’s hand and guided it lower to where the root of him met her body.
Mari’s hips bucked up when Bae continued to rub a trail along her folds and then back up to her clit. Meanwhile Luca set a leisurely pace, thrusting in slowly and then retreating. She could feel the pressure building inside of her, and she sighed when Baelion moved to capture her lips in a slow kiss.
The two of them continued their sensual torment, never letting her set the pace or tempt them to lose control. Bae had her arms gently pinned above her head with one hand. The thrill of being completely under their control seemed to electrify all of her senses. They were true to their word, completely tender in their care for her—but there was an intensity to their actions that was different than before. They were loving her so intently that it was her undoing.
“Oh God.” She whimpered into his mouth as Luca’s firm but steady pace lit her up until she was just on the cusp of orgasm. “Please, I need to come.”
“Come for us, little one,” Bae murmured as he finally pinched down on her swollen button, causing her to spasm all around Luca’s shaft.
“Yeeeessss.” She moaned as she came. All of the tension in her body finally broke and swept her away in a warm rush of pleasure.  Luca pushed deep one last time before he joined her, groaning her name.
Baelion still slowly stroked her as she came down from the high, Luca still buried deep inside of her. There was certainly something to be said for slow and steady. It was a different type of pleasure than the passionate coupling from their previous encounter, but no less impactful. It was more intimate. There was more tenderness in their touch, and it melted her.
“How are you feeling, Mari?” Luca leaned forward to slowly sip at her lips. She opened her eyes when he stopped, only to see that he had moved to kiss Baelion as well.
“Much more relaxed,” she murmured, hypnotized at the sight of their lips and tongues moving together. Her satiated libido suddenly roared to life once again as Luca withdrew his spent shaft from her and settled himself this time behind Baelion.
“And what shall we do with you, love?” Luca reached over the other man’s hip, moving lower until he grasped Bae’s turgid length and stroked it slowly. “Let us take care of you now.”
“I don’t want to make Mari sore.” Bae’s voice was quiet and strained with desire as she joined her hand with Luca’s on the other man’s cock.
“I’m fine, Bae,” she whispered, leaning in to lick at his neck. “I promise.”
“Move closer and give me your leg, Marisol.” Luca released Bae’s cock and pulled her thigh up to rest over both of their hips, opening her up to them.
She moaned when the wet tip of Baelion’s cock rubbed up against her sensitive clit, loving how hard he was for them. When he slowly slid into her, they both let out a long breath. He was slightly thicker than Luca but felt oh so good as he stretched her.
“Neither of you move.” Luca’s voice was thick with desire once again as he reached for the remainder of the julla leaves and collected the thick gel on his fingers before returning to his position behind his mate.
Baelion tightened his arms around Mari’s waist as he groaned low in her ear, his hips bucking slightly against her. She had a pretty good idea what Luca had done, and when he was once again tight against Bae’s back, she leaned over and kissed him, moving her hips slowly, working the thick length inside of her.
“Ahh, Goddess, this feels amazing.” Bae panted as Luca began to thrust into him and Mari continued to move along his shaft. “It’s too much. I can’t last long.”
She had a feeling that was Luca’s intention as he bit down on Bae’s shoulder, making the other man cry out as his hips bucked furiously, taking her breath away every time he slammed against her swollen clit. Mari could feel the force of Luca’s thrusts as he took Bae’s ass.
“Do you like being fucked by both of us at the same time, love?” Luca whispered into Bae’s ear, the dirty words only increasing her desire.
“Yes, I love it,” was Bae’s breathless response, sweat beading at his temple and then slowly making its way down the side of his face.
“Mari, come on his cock.” Luca locked eyes with her. “Make him come inside of you.”
She nodded and bit her lip as she reached down between their straining bodies. Her fingers slipped in the wetness before finding purchase, and all it took was two passes over her clit before her orgasm hit. She tightened around Bae’s shaft, urging him to find his own release.
“Mari!” he bellowed before sinking deep inside of her one last time. She could feel the tremors flow through him as he came hard, his peak, in turn, bringing Luca as well. His roar of completion rang out into the quiet night.


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About the author:

Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives, she has only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.
Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.

When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Field of Trust by Jacqueline Anne ...

Field of Trust
Book Two of The Field Series
© Jacqueline Anne 2017
Release Date – January 11, 2017
Buccaneers pitcher Tyson Best is captivated by vibrant artist Cece Schmidt, and he is determined to uncover the mystery lurking in her eyes.
Cece knows her one-night rule will never be enough with Tyson. Frustrated with the hold her corrupted family still has over her, Cece can no longer ignore her feelings for Tyson, despite his high-profile career and the life she ran away from. After confessing partial truths about her past, Cece and Tyson begin their secret romance.
Tyson knows they have a strong connection and refuses to let someone special run out on him like his parents did years ago. In order to protect Cece, he seeks the whole truth about her past and in the process unveils crime and terror.
When Cece receives a threat from her uncle, she is desperate to end the fear once and for all—but first, she will have to play a dangerous game.
Will trust and love pull them through?
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Story Excerpt
“Damn, that hurt,” she grumbled.
“Cece?” He knew something had happened. The least he could do was help, so Tyson walked back…and immediately halted. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.
In the midst of what looked like a junkyard, sat Cece slumped over with her legs sprawled out in front of her. Her long, dark hair was pulled up into some crazy concoction on the top of her head, which oddly enough, closely resembled a pineapple. Although her face showed feelings of loss and frustration, her blue eyes still drew him in. Her body was covered in paint, and her clothes were a complete mess.
His heartbeat picked up a few paces as he swallowed hard. He was seeing her in her element for the very first time. To him, Cece looked flawless.
“Oh God. What are you doing back here?” she grumbled, visibly annoyed and embarrassed.
He stepped over the mess and noticed an old wooden ladder on its side, broken in two places. “Lending a hand.” He outstretched his and she reluctantly took it. He pulled her up, accidently covering his hand with paint.
“Thanks. Sorry about the paint. I’ll get you some towels.”
Tyson shrugged it off. He didn’t care about the paint. “I actually stopped by to shop. The helping part was needed.” He gave her a sympathetic smile. She had no reason to be embarrassed. Accidents happened. “Are you okay?”
Cece looked down at her body. “I think so. I won’t know the extent of the damage until I get all the paint off.”
“The color looks good on you.” Tyson was really hoping he could lighten her mood.
“Ugh. This is so humiliating.” Cece took a few steps and hissed. “Okay, damage to the leg for sure.”
“Here, let me help you.” Tyson swooped her up into his arms.
“Tyson! No! Now you have paint all over you,” she scolded.
“I don’t care. They’re just clothes, Cece. Where’s the bathroom?” He couldn’t care less about his clothes. Now, having Cece in his arms? That was another story.
Cece pointed to a small corridor. Tyson walked sideways with her cradled in his arms, so they could both fit down the narrow hall.
Once he reached the tiny bathroom, he set her on her feet. She hobbled a step and sat on the closed toilet. He grabbed some paper towels and handed them to her. He watched her closely as she cleaned the paint off her skin.
She looked up at him and caught him staring. He cleared his throat and glanced up at the ceiling, slightly embarrassed she noticed. He couldn’t help it, though. Now that she had been in his arms, he wanted to know more of how her skin felt and how she tasted, preferably without the paint.
“You don’t have to stay back here with me. Go ahead and shop. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“I don’t mind, Cece. I want to check out your leg once you get the paint off.”
She rubbed over an area of her leg and flinched.
Tyson grabbed some more paper towels and wet them. “Here, let me,” he insisted, kneeling in front of her. He cautiously began wiping away the paint.
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Cece was thoroughly humiliated and thankful the red paint was covering her flushed skin. She was watching how gentle Tyson was being with her. The star pitcher was tall, strong, and confident. And here he was taking care of her, a feeling she never experienced before. She suddenly felt claustrophobic in the small space and took a few calming breaths.
“Ah, there we go. You have one nasty bruise which is already appearing. No bleeding, or at least I don’t think so. Hard to tell with the red paint.”
“Crimson,” she corrected. Thinking about art and colors usually relaxed her—up until she fell off that rickety ancient ladder. She was pissed at herself for daydreaming too long about the piece she was working on.
He grazed over her leg, causing goosebumps to break out over her body which seemed to have a mind of its own.
“Crimson,” he repeated, looking at her with a soft smile. “I think you are going to live.”
“Too bad I can’t say the same for the artwork I fell on.” She stood and winced, pain radiating through her leg. Not a good sign.
“Still hurts?”
She nodded, bracing herself on the bathroom sink.
“I’ll take you home.”
After bickering with him over the fact she could take care of herself, in pain or not, she let out a frustrating groan and realized he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She was certain Tyson knew she would be okay, but why push it when he was offering to help. He was too kind. He was quite charming as well, even though she didn’t want to admit it.
It was a lethal combination.

Adult Excerpt
Her admission shattered him in the most amazing way. He nodded at first, trying to get the blood to flow through his body properly, rather than straight south. He wanted to carefully choose his next words to reassure her and to prove she was so goddamn special to him.
“If there is anything I ever do that you don’t like, all you have to do is tell me to stop. I will stop immediately with no questions asked. We can always discuss anything before we try it. If you are uncomfortable, we can wait or not do it at all. Understand?”
“Yes,” she stated, looking at him straight on. “But, I am ready and willing.”
“Cece, baby.” He smoothed his dark hand over her cheek. “You deserve to be cherished like the finest treasures.” He watched as her pupils dilated, loving the way her body gave him feedback as to what she enjoyed. She may have been used to one-night stands prior to him, but Tyson was going to treat her to a whole other world—a world she deserved. A world he wanted to give her. “Right here on this dryer…I’m going to feast on that beautiful pussy of yours until you come on my face. Then I am going to bend you over and sink my cock so deep inside you that your screams of erotic pleasure will be echoing off these walls.”
Cece bit her lip. Tyson knew by looking at her it wasn’t because she was nervous. No. She was downright turned on and anxious to get started.
Without breaking eye contact with her, he slid his hands up her legs, under her skirt. He felt the lace of her panties and looped his thumbs onto the sides.
“Lift up, gorgeous.”
She leaned back and lifted her hips. He pulled at her thong and slowly dragged them down her legs. His body following them. He unbuckled her left sandal and pressed soft kisses on her foot. He repeated the same amorous deed with her other foot. He explored her legs with his tongue and lips, ending on the tops of her upper thighs.
“Spread for me.”
She did. He placed her feet up on the dryer. Her skirt scrunched around her waist, completely exposing her beautiful, glistening pussy to him. Tyson licked his lips while Cece closely watched him.
“So beautiful, Cece. I love how you are always wet for me.” He ran a finger along her wet folds.
“Only for you,” she whimpered.
He brought his wet finger up to her mouth. “Taste yourself, baby.” She opened her mouth for him, and he stuck his finger in just a little. Her tongue darted out to lick him. He couldn’t resist sharing her sweet taste. Tyson licked her along with his finger, enjoying the experience with her.
“So good.”
He lifted her shirt over her head and removed her bra. Her nipples already in hard peaks. He twirled his tongue around one, and then the other. A stimulating moan vibrated off her lips. He shifted his mouth  lower and lower. He breathed in her scent, enjoying how much more intoxicating it was now.
“I want you to let it all go, Cece. Give me everything.”
“Yes,” she said breathily.
He dipped his head and licked the entire length of her pussy. He fucking loved the way she tasted. He pushed his tongue inside her, drinking her up. Her lips swelling for him, already eager for a release. He wanted to hold her off just a bit longer. He wanted to watch her completely unravel for him.
“Tyson,” she moaned, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.
He carefully removed her hands from his body and placed them on her breasts, massaging them together before he released his hands.
“Keep them there,” he gently demanded.
Watching Cece play with her tits and having her legs wide open for him was fucking incredible. He gave her clit a suck and heard her sharp intake of breath. Not yet, he thought and went back to fucking her with his tongue. Every once in a while he glanced up at her. Her breaths quickened as she got lost in his touch. The more he licked her, the more eager she was with her tits. Stunning. He pushed three of his fingers deep inside her and moved his tongue around her clit.
“Oh God. Oh God,” she chanted.
He could feel her clamping down on him and lightly bit her clit.
“Holy fuck,” she cried out. Her legs shuddered. She squeezed her nipples tightly. Tyson continued devouring her until every quake and clench had subsided.
He quickly picked her up off the dryer and spun her around. His shorts and boxers were around his ankles in record time. He bent her over and drove into her. She was dripping wet. The sounds of him thrusting in and out of her echoed throughout the small space.
“You feel so fucking magnificent,” he groaned.
He moved harder, faster. She met his demands, pushing back, bringing him in even deeper.
“Fuck me harder, Tyson. So hard,” she panted.
His fingers dug into her hips. He gave the woman what she asked for. As much as she thought he was in control, he wasn’t. His body gave her what hers unknowingly demanded. He wanted to please her as much as she wanted to please him. It was a fascinating thing to watch unfold.
He felt her clenching around his cock.
“Come with me,” he gritted, trying to hang on with her.
Erotic screams released from her throat as she gripped him like a vice, milking him of his orgasm.
“Fuck yeah,” he shouted, filling her.
He draped his body over hers, their breathing erratic. Their bodies covered in sweat. His lips danced over her back.
“I don’t think laundry day will ever be the same,” he declared.
Cece giggled. He grinned at the splendor of the melodic sound.


Have you read Book One of The Field Series?
Field of Passion and Dreams
Graham Grayson is a hard worker and all around gentlemen. His dream to play in the majors like his dad just came true. He was called up to be the catcher for the Pittsburgh Buccaneers. On the day of team photos, he meets photojournalist Jordan Michaela Roy.
Still grieving the loss of her dad, Jordan sets aside emotions and memories of her sports reporter father to find her passion again on the field as a sports photojournalist. While working spring training for Major League Baseball, she never anticipates passion igniting off the field, too.
Neither Graham nor Jordan can deny their explosive attraction or the happiness they feel being with each other. Their fathers’ past friendship has them wondering about destiny.
While they worry about the demands of their careers, traveling, and being in the public eye, nothing can prepare Graham for the devastating news that makes him question life, his dream, and love.
Will Graham realize his mistakes before it is too late?
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Tuesday, January 03, 2017

An Artist's Kiss by Suzy Shearer ...

An Artist’s Kiss
by Suzy Shearer

Out now!


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.


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

E-BOOKS            The Club: Bound                                               The Club 2: Uncollared
OUT NOW           The Club 3: Waxed                                           The Club 4: Displayed
                           The Club 5: Submit                                          The Club 6: Unmasked  
                           Daemons Are Forever                                       Build a Love
   Perfect Three                                                   

                                The Hunters series
A Hunter's Heart - Book 1             
A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2         
A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3

                                Dark Desires series (each book is a standalone)
Whipped Delights                            
Craving Her Master                        
Melting Her Dom’s Heart                 
An Artist’s Kiss
                                                 
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        Build A Love
                                Whipped Delights
        Craving Her Master
        Perfect Three


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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/