Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven... #Free Ltd Time Only #EroticRomance

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From the back cover...

Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven…the primrose path—Shakespeare

William Thorne is a powerful man with dark needs and a troubled past who doesn’t have the time nor the desire for romantic relationships or notions.

Through meticulous planning and iron-clad contracts, Thorne has managed to maintain a modicum of balance, control, and happiness by employing personal assistants to aid him in all aspects of his professional and personal life.

Sex with no strings attached. Obedience without questions. An arrangement of mutual benefit. No mess. No love. No expectations. Nothing beyond a signed contract.

But when Thorne meets recent music grad, Victoria Rose, the shy and beautiful down-on-her-luck waitress, obsession replaces his carefully constructed thinking. He becomes so fixated on having her, without a full understanding of who she is, that he rushes her contract, making mistake after mistake before the ink even dries. His once neat and controlled existence becomes blurred and smudged.

Can the mistakes he makes be erased from Rose’s dark contract? Or will the damage leave an indelible mark that nobody could have seen coming?

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Excerpt (Adult Content)

Suddenly, Victoria stopped playing and just stared back at the three of us. I could see her blush and felt the heaviness of her emotional energy. She had gone to another place in her mind and she forced her focus to come back to the present. Her breathing was slightly erratic. Her eyes, so filled with passion, intense fervor, I wanted to pick her up, carry her out of there, and fuck her brains out in the back of the Lincoln. I wanted to take her back to the house, tie her spread eagle and lick and suck and touch every inch of her body.

I tried to look away from her to respond to Mark, but I was glued. “Do whatever the fuck you want,” I hissed. “I’ve gotta run.” I slammed my glass down and stood. She never removed her eyes from mine.

“Are we leaving?” she called over to me as I waved goodbye in her direction, trying to remain casual, unaffected.

I just kept walking.

“William!” She stood and began to approach me.

She caught up to me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her breasts pushed up and down with her breathing. She was nervous or excited. I couldn’t tell. It just made my cock harder. Her flushed face tilted to look up at me. Without even trying, she made me want her more. I bent down to her ear. “Get in the fucking car, Victoria,” I said through gritted teeth.

Mark was on us like a fly to sticky paper. “Victoria,” he called. “Mr. Thorne is busy. I’ll take you home, don’t worry. But, first. The job is yours if you want it. You are incredibly talented, Victoria. This gig is beneath you, but I’d love to have you. I’m prepared to pay you double my initial offer.”

I began to walk. She had a choice to make, and I wasn’t about to tell her again to get in the car.

“Oh thank you, Mark,” she gushed. God she needed a full-on spanking. “I would love the job. Thank you so much! ”

Mark went in to give her a hug, and she stopped him. “But I’m exhausted. I think I’ll drive home with Ralph and Mr. Thorne? Long day…can I call you tomorrow?”

I turned to walk towards the car, calling over my shoulder. “See you later, Mark.”

“Um,” Mark stumbled. “Yeah. Bye, William.” He turned to Victoria and tried to whisper so I couldn’t hear. “Please stay, Victoria.”

She turned, almost chasing me, and I had to smile. “Thanks, again, Mark! I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I held the door to the Lincoln open for her as she rushed to catch up to me. I didn’t say a word. She looked to me for answers. Her eyes probed me. What they begged me to say I would never know.

We were positioned in the back of the Lincoln before I asked Ralph to put up the privacy screen.

She couldn’t contain her breathing, and it made me feel back in control.

“Are you mad at me, William?” she whispered. “Your pupils. I can barely see the green of your eyes anymore.”

I ignored her question. I should not be mad at her at all. And I don’t think I was. I think I was mad at myself, for how I was feeling, for my emotional pull to her.

“What else are you wearing under that black skirt, Victoria, besides those teasing stockings and garters?”

She audibly gasped. “William…”

“Answer me,” I growled. “Better yet. Show me. Take off your skirt.”

She hesitated.

“Now,” I demanded.

She began to unzip the back of her skirt.

“Faster!” I couldn’t control my tone.

She froze under my stare.

“Forget it. Arms down. I’ll take off the god-damned skirt.”

And within mere seconds, she sat facing me in black lace crotchless panties, snapped to her stockings.

“Jesus Christ,” I hissed. “You’ve been wearing this all day? Your pussy has been exposed all day?” I wanted to drive my cock deep into her right then.

She blushed three shades of red and looked down.

“Answer me,” I ordered, lifting her chin to look at me.

She spoke so softly, I almost couldn’t hear her. “Does that make you unhappy?”

“Jesus Christ, Victoria. Just answer me. Why don’t you have proper underwear on?”

In any other situation, with any other personal assistant, it would have been exactly what I expected, what I wanted. I shouldn’t have cared less. It’s what I’d always wanted, asked for in my P.A.’s. Total access, all the time, anytime. Jennifer knew that.

“Um…” Her innocence slapped me again. I kept forgetting. “Remember…” she fidgeted and it pissed me off for some reason.

“Stay still and answer me. Stop fidgeting.” I wasn’t sure why I was so angry. Maybe I did. And maybe that’s what angered me even more.

“William…remember…I haven’t bought my own clothes.”

“Are you telling me Jennifer only bought you panties like these?” And without my knowledge of what I was going to do, my finger skated up between her thighs and over her puffy lips. I gasped. She was moist with creamy arousal. My voice became hoarse and throaty. “Victoria,” I admonished.
I watched her squeeze her fists into little balls as her head tilted back, her eyes rolling shut.

“Spread for me,” I commanded. “Wide.”

“William, please.” Her eyes found mine.

“Please, what?” I asked, really not knowing what she wanted.

“Talk to me,” she softly begged. “What do you want from me? You told me you only wanted a platonic relationship from me. Please. What do you want from me?” The timidity in her voice, her wet, warm pussy, the way she looked at me. I couldn’t stay away from her another minute. I needed relief. I could not control it.

“Right now? Right now, I want you to spread your thighs wide for me. Then, I want you to suck my cock until I come down your throat. That’s what I want from you. And then when we get home, I want to tie you to my bed and kiss and touch and lick every inch of your body until you burn and ache. And that’s precisely what I intend to get from you.”

She didn’t say a word. She didn’t deny me. She didn’t say yes. She spread her thighs and whimpered slightly, staring up at me, her burning brown eyes alive with desire and need.

I gingerly spread her pussy lips open with my left hand, and lightly brushed my pointer finger over her clit with my right, watching a red hue travel from her chest to her face. She was so wet, it almost startled me. It felt like melted butter. I wanted to dive my tongue into her right then but somehow refrained.

“You like?” I asked her.

“Yes.” She moaned again, never taking her eyes off mine. “God. I’ve missed you. I want to kiss you,” she said taking me off guard.

I leaned in, still stroking her extremely wet slit and clit, and kissed her first lightly and then more forcefully, as her tongue became desperate, erratic in my mouth, her eyes shutting.

I stopped kissing her. Her eyes flew open and held my gaze. They begged me not to stop.

“Are you this wet from me or Mark?” I asked more angrily than I intended. The thought of her with Mark somehow pissed me off.

“What?” She gasped. “You can’t be serious?” She paused to search my mood. She whispered, embarrassed, “I am always wet when I’m near you. I can’t help it.”

I stopped touching her all together and couldn’t help but smile. “Suck me,” I ordered. “Have you sucked cock before? Drinking my cum and sucking my cock are two very different things.”
Her eyes looked up at me. I saw humiliation cross her face.

“I’ve asked you a question. Have you sucked cock?”

“Yes…well…kind of…”

“Good. Then suck me.”


“Victoria. Suck. Now. Unbutton your blouse.”

I knew she was trying to tell me that she didn’t have a lot of experience. Knowing that made me closer to losing it. I liked it.

She knelt down, straddling around the hump on the floor of the Lincoln, as I removed my pants and boxers to my ankles. I loosened my tie and left on my white dress shirt. She could work around it. I leaned back to relax. I was rock hard. Looking at her body in the black lace, licking my fingers to taste her honeyed juice, it wouldn’t take me long. And I didn’t care. Why should I?

She licked and stroked me in the most appealing way, her blonde hair falling on my hips. She moaned as she flicked the tip of the head of my cock.

“Take your tits out. Let me feel them on me as you suck. Unbutton my shirt.”

She did as she was told. Her pink buds begged to be touched and I didn’t take the bait. I wanted her to rub herself against me.

Her mouth sucked up and down my shaft, her hair lightly teasing me with feather-like touches, and as suspected, her hard, sensitive nipples rubbed against my stomach. I clasped my hands behind my head and had to chuckle. She had trouble working past the middle of my cock without gagging. It brought a smile to my face.

Her eyes occasionally lifted to mine, begging, lustful, needy. It brought me closer to the edge. “That’s right, baby. Faster. Make me come. Swallow it. Give me what I need. Use your hand to pump it baby. We have plenty of time in the future for me to teach you how to fully take my cock down your throat. Your hand can suffice for now.”

She moaned and panted and brought her hand down my shaft as she sucked and licked as far as she could. I felt myself rising. Fuck. It felt good. My cock grew and pulsed to a throb that was almost unbearable to maintain. I felt an overwhelming surge of heat and lust, my balls heavy and ready to explode. Usually, I would demand she slow down, but right then, I couldn’t wait to unload into her mouth. I didn’t want to control it. I needed it. I had been way too tense. And it had been way too long. I grabbed her head and let loose.

“Fuck,” I growled.

I didn’t let her move until she swallowed every last drop, and even then, I held her in place. I liked the look of her lips wrapped around my cock. The sight was picture perfect. I expelled every last morsel of cum from my balls, grabbing her hair tighter between my fingers. “Lick,” I ordered. “Lick my balls and every last drop of my cum.” Fuck if I almost felt like she had drained me of everything I had.

I let go of her head and looked down at her, noticing the panties lodged in between her beautiful ass cheeks in a sadistic, itchy thong.

She began to lift her head, and my cock slipped out, still semi-hard, even after all that cum. I was certain I would fuck her tonight. I had to have her.

“Stay,” I ordered, “until we have arrived home.”

She placed her head on my stomach, as I stroked her ass and her silken hair. I couldn’t understand the tenderness I was feeling towards her, but I did. I thought about the beauty of her playing, the passion she showed, her emotional eyes. I couldn’t look in them, so I kept her head pressed to my stomach.
I didn’t bother to lift my pants. She lightly kissed my stomach and I let her. Fuck if it didn’t feel good. My cock could not fully soften. She made me feel as if I were a teenager. All the tension I had been feeling was suddenly erased.

“You play beautifully,” I whispered and kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you,” she whispered back. “Thank you for encouraging me.”

I stroked her to soothe her, even though I knew she must be getting uncomfortable on her knees, hunched over, but she didn’t complain.

When we pulled into the driveway, I told her to get dressed. I did the same. I knocked on the privacy window, alerting Ralph to open it. “Ralph,” I said when he opened the window.

“Yes, sir,” he responded.

“Six thirty tomorrow. I have an early breakfast meeting. You will need to swing back to pick up Ms. Rose at eight. She will need to be ready for a nine o’clock meeting in my office.”

“Yes. Certainly, sir. That is no problem.”

“Thank you, Ralph.”

“After you, Victoria,” and I pointed to her door, instructing her to get out, as Ralph made his way out to open it for her.

I followed her into the house in silence. She stopped in the front entryway, shy, fidgeting as she often did, playing with her fingers, looking down. “Well,” she stumbled, “I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

I stepped closer into her, grabbed her chin and lifted her face, holding her to my stare. She exhaled, loud and shaky. It always made me smile to know the effect I had on her.

“I don’t think so. I’m tying you to my bed tonight. And that’s where I want you right now. Go lie down, naked. Spread yourself wide and wait for me.”

“But…” she stammered. “It’s a work night. Surely you want me well rested to be sharp and alert for the meeting tomorrow.” She sounded hesitant, worried about her job performance and yet, I could feel her excitement, her sexual energy.

“Do not worry, Victoria. I’m your boss, remember? There is no real meeting for you tomorrow at nine. I smirked. I’d like you under my desk tomorrow. That is the only place you need to be.”
She looked at me for answers, waiting for me to tell her it was just a joke, but I couldn’t have been more serious.

“To my bedroom,” I ordered, my tone shifting.

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Saturday, September 3, 2016

Indulging Primal Instincts #Erotic #ParanormalRomance #LaborDay

Excerpt of the erotic supernatural romance, Impact's a wild ride! (ADULT CONTENT) 

She yanked on the zipper of her wetsuit before a hand closed over hers.

"Let me help you," Nico said from directly behind her. "I enjoy stripping you out of things."

She lifted her hair and smiled as he slid the zipper down her back and slipped his hands around front to squeeze her breasts. "Nico, are a naughty boy. I'm assuming your meeting is over? That was fast."

"I canceled it. I've been in meetings all morning. I missed you." He nuzzled the back of her neck.

"You just saw me." She turned within the circle of his arms and smiled.  

His mouth tugged on her lower lip, while his eyes darkened with desire. "Would you like to see my bedroom? My council is working down the hall so we should probably find someplace private." He grabbed her ass and lifted her straight off the ground.

"I thought you invited me here for lunch."


"Boreas left off the etcetera part." She wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled his ear. "How come he's so fast? We raced—"

"Boreas raced someone?" He tilted his head back and laughed while carrying her down the hallway toward the back stairs. "I would have liked to have seen that."

God, she'd been starved for the taste of him. She nibbled his ear, slid her tongue over his neck, before locking her mouth on his. Tongues moved together as he walked, pausing to press her against the wall.

"I'm like a sex addict around you," he admitted against her open mouth.

"Yeah, well, don't go to rehab. We can enable each other in this particular addiction." She sucked his lower lip. "Why is your house always full of people?"

He squeezed her ass, eyes gleaming with promise. "I need your kind of distraction."

"Mmm...I'm happy to take your mind off things." She kissed him as if he were lunch and she'd die without him.

He kicked open the door to his room before sliding her down the length of him until her feet touched the floor.

She peeled herself from the suit and kicked it aside while he watched. "How'd my car get to my house?"

"I have my ways."

"Did you sleep at all?"

"Stop talking." He snagged her hand and backed toward the bed, giving her a chance to get a good look at him. Dressed in jeans and a black sweater with his ebony hair grazing his chin, he looked every bit as delectable as he had last night. "You can yell as loud as you want, my goddess. We have our own floor. Scream my name as much as you need."

The words 'scream' and 'need' melted her on the spot. Damn, she wanted him in the worst ways.

A king-size bed faced a wall of windows overlooking the ocean. Her entire bungalow could fit inside his bedroom.

She pushed her hands beneath his sweater and worked it up his chest. The need to have him naked again overriding all other thoughts. He tossed it aside before freeing himself of his jeans.

She untied her bikini without taking her eyes off of him. A frenzy of desire danced in the air between them as they hurried to strip.

Smiling, they both climbed onto the bed in sync and reached for each other. Everywhere he touched or kissed sent jolts of sensation sliding over her skin. The more she tasted of his skin, the more she craved.

"You bring out my primal instincts," he said against her neck.

She fisted her hands in his hair and pulled until he looked her in the eye. "Do. Not. Hold. Back."

"You have no idea what you're asking—"

"Oh, yeah, I definitely know what I'm asking." Feeling wicked and wanton, she bit his lip until he growled deep in his chest.

He picked her up and tossed her toward the pillows as if she weighed nothing. Leaning over her, he bit her hip.

Fire filled her veins. She rubbed her legs together in anticipation.

Looking at him in the full light of day felt like nothing short of a blessing. Muscles rippled beneath a tanned chest that tapered to an incredible V pointing directly to the largest penis she'd ever seen. When he knelt before her, cock erect and throbbing, she whimpered with want. Black hair fell across one eye, giving him a rakish look as he crawled over her.

 Beneath his large body, she felt like his plaything, small and vulnerable. "Please tell me that you're going to be my newest hobby."

"Hobby? More like a full-time job," he said.

From the back cover...

He's risking immortality for the love of a mortal.

Nico Triton has a secret. He's a merman who saved the life of a champion surfer and now he's being hunted. As the leader of the merfolk, his interference with Fate has had severe repercussions. Not only has his father, Poseidon, banished him from his homeland, but the dangerous organization Mythquest is out to prove his existence and destroy his family. As punishment, he's been forced to erase Josie's memory of him and the sacrifice he made in exchange for her life.

Murder on the beach.

Josie Wells knows how to conquer the waves, but when she witnesses a murder on her beach, the impact shatters the surfing community of Santa Cruz. The tragedy brings her up close and personal with her secret crush, the elusive billionaire, Nico Triton. A nagging feeling tugs at her that she knows him from somewhere...but how could that be?

Will love be enough to bridge their two worlds?

Secrets become confessions and trust is tested as betrayal threatens their lives. When a merman falls in love with a surfer chic and two worlds collide, expect an Impact Zone of danger and passion. Will love conquer all or be the thing that destroys them both?

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