Guest Blogger: Robin Badillo

sexy noel sleeping in a barnBlurb:

Noah Donner had it all, good looks, great job and a kick-ass gift. As a special breed of shifter, every Christmas Eve he assisted Santa as one of his famous reindeer. A lover of all women, he’s the quintessential playboy. But all that changed within weeks of Christmas, when he found himself drawn to another reindeer shifter, Mira Prancer.

Not exactly sleek reindeer material, full-figured Mira took pride in her gift as a shifter. Usually a timid wallflower, Mira suddenly learns she’s Noah’s latest target and after a drunken night of unexpected passion, they find themselves in a quandary.

Can these two love-struck shifters play nice? Or will this little Reindeer Game require a little magic?

Adult Excerpt

His gravelly timbre sent shockwaves pulsating across her throbbing clit.

She sucked air through her teeth and pinched at her nipples, for no other reason than to remind herself she wasn’t dreaming.

“Tell me.” Her breathing quickened, matching the accelerated beat of her heart.

Noah laughed with what sounded like devilish intent. He ran his hand up her inner thigh and playfully cupped her crotch, pressing in a little harder along the slit until the lacy fabric grazed her sensitive nub.

Mira shuddered and chewed her bottom lip. Her fingers found the swirls of dark hair atop his head and when he hiked up her skirt and began kissing her inner thigh, her instincts kicked in and she urged him on. “Oh, yeah.”

“You like that?” His hungry growl made her tremble even more.

Mira moaned then slipped her hand down the front of her panties.

Noah groaned. “That’s it.” He grasped the fabric of her thong at her hips and tugged them down, a little rougher than necessary, which only excited Mira more.

Her middle finger invaded her seam and she quaked as her fingernail nicked her swollen clit.

Noah’s hot breath spilled across the delicate skin of her folds, followed by a stiffened flick of his tongue, competing with her fingers for the job.

Mira relented and moved her hand away, surrendering herself to his will.

Noah suckled her pussy and playfully teased her clit with the tip of his tongue.

She could hardly remain standing as her knees weakened.

He cupped the back of her legs, gripping her right below her ass, spreading her cheeks as his fingertips playfully invaded her from behind.

Mira gasped as he sucked harder and nibbled her now burning nub. “Fuck meee.” It was more of a sigh than a command, but Noah must have taken it at face value, because he slid his fingers inside her slickened channel then plunged deeper.

“Wait.” Mira eased around to the sofa with Noah following her every move while still on his knees. She sat down and scooted forward, allowing her ass to hang off the edge. Mira spread her legs wide, inviting him to pleasure her properly. “Now.” Where in the hell did this confidence come from?

“You are so fucking hot.” He roughly gripped her thighs, leaned in, and kissed her.

Her own salty essence flooded her tongue and she sucked his harder.

Noah chuckled deep. “Naughty little vixen.”

Mira laughed. “I think you’re a little confused. I’m Prancer, not Vixen.”

He sucked her left nipple. “Trust me. I know exactly who you are.” Noah nudged her back, settled between her legs, and spread her thighs even wider.

Mira looked down her body, past her plump curves, and watched intently as Noah’s mouth pleasured her. She splayed shaky fingers through his hair and encouraged him to suck harder.

He slid one finger inside her, then two, and pumped feverishly as he lapped away her cream. “So fucking sweet.”

Mira’s eyes rolled back. Overwhelmed by her climax, she bucked beneath his laboring mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Electricity zapped across her skin and skittered up her spine.

Noah grunted and sucked wildly as she exploded in his mouth.

Her body jerked and her vision dimmed. This was not at all how she’d expected her night to end.

New Release: A Ghost for Christmas by Kacey Hammell

A Ghost for ChristmasAfter receiving a long weekend at an elegant hotel beside the majestic Niagara Falls as a Christmas gift, Jodie Gibson is determined to do nothing but relax and enjoy the scenery. And, okay, just maybe meet someone who makes her toes curl.

Sebastian is sophisticated, tall, dark and gorgeous–everything a woman fantasizes about. But he’s also an 18th century ghost. He haunts the halls of the hotel, seeking the one true love that can help him find peace…

Excerpt © Kacey Hammell

As she peered into the reflective glass, a face appeared behind her. Jodie whipped around and fell back against the window.

Oh my fucking God!

Before her, in what looked like a shimmering bubble, stood the most breathtakingly beautiful man she’d ever seen. Dressed in a white shirt and black pants, he had dark unruly hair and striking, magnetic blue eyes that held her in place.

Jodie blinked, uncertain, scared and breathless.

How was it possible? She’d read the newspaper clippings, yes, but it was unimaginable to think ghosts might actually walk among the living.

Not everything made sense. She only believed in things that could actually be seen, felt and touched. This seemed surreal.

Stunned by the apparition before her, dressed in what looked like centuries-old clothes straight out of Esquire, he seemed to look straight through her, and his smile warmed her clear to her toes. Lord, she was in trouble.

“Hello.” Soft and gravelly, his voice alone seduced her…all the way to her toes. Her body quivered and her center tightened.

Whoa. What the hell am I thinking?  There’s a ghost in front of me and I’m ready to jump his bones. Not bloody likely.

“What are you doing here? Get out.  I don’t care who you are, you’re leaving, right now.”

He frowned. “No need to be frightened.  I’ve been here for centuries.”

Jodie laughed, and not one to wilt like a scared little girl, stood tall. “This is all a joke.” She looked around, up and down, and all over the room. “Are there hidden cameras somewhere?  Hey, Ashton, if you’re behind the camera, you can come out now.  I’ve been Punk’d good. Thanks and all, but I’d like to get on with my evening without you.”

“Who is this Ashton? What is a punk?  A rake, perhaps?” he asked.

Jodie squinted.  “A rake?”  She hadn’t ever heard that term spoken, but had read it in historical romances. No one talked like that these days. “No. Never mind, it’s not important. Listen, I just want you to go. I want to enjoy my evening.”

His smile was gentle. “I’m sorry, my dear, but this evening every decade is the only time I am visible to the human eye. I never miss a chance to watch the Falls.”

Every decade…

“You’re telling me you do this every ten years? How old are you?”

“I was born in 1781. That makes me—”

“Two hundred thirty-one,” Jodie whispered, legs weak. She grabbed the back of the chair nearby and sat down. Were such things even possible?

Jesus.

An eighteenth century ghost stood before her.

Merry Christmas to me.

 

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Guest Blogger: Malia Mallory

Mele Kalikimaka or Merry Christmas from Hawaii!

Thanks Lucy for hosting me on your blog! Today, I’d like to share a little bit about celebrating Christmas in Hawaii.

When you think of Hawaii, you might not immediately think of Christmas unless you like to spend your holiday on pristine beaches with fragrant breezes blowing in the breaking waves. Let me assure you though, folks in Hawaii love to celebrate the holiday season as much as people anywhere else. Sure the Santas wear hibiscus-patterned shorts and pose on surfboards, but the same spirit is there.

Don’t think we lack for snow either! We have snow – on the top of Mauna Kea. When it snows, people drive up to the summit and fill up truck beds with snow. They bring it down and build snowmen in their front yards. We decorate our homes with holiday lights and live trees sell out every year.

What Hawaii also has in abundance is romance. That is why I chose to set my latest release – His Need, Her Desire – in Hawaii. Tabitha and Marcus, the main characters, are both on vacation and become involved in an intense holiday romance. Hawaii is filled with romantic possibilities from whale-watching cruises to the ubiquitous sex on the beach.

Please stay tuned for an excerpt from His Need, Her Desire and if you’d like a free copy of B is for Beach from The ABCs of Erotica (which contains that sex on the beach scene), please sign up for my mailing list here.

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His Need, Her DesireHis Need, Her Desire Blurb

Tabitha Quinn didn’t come to Hawaii to be spanked. But when vacationing businessman Marcus Granger saves her from drowning, they begin an affair that moves from the beach to the bedroom and straight into an experience Tabitha’s never had before: dark-haired, blue-eyed Marcus is a dominant, and spanking is just the beginning. The sex is intense, the emotion even more so, until they both must decide if this is a holiday fling or the real thing.

His Need, Her Desire Excerpt

Tabitha’s smile grew wide. She held out her hand. “Really, I can’t thank you enough for your help.”

He held her hand in a firm grasp a shade longer than necessary, but Tabitha didn’t mind. She enjoyed looking at him. Though he had probably shaved that morning, an attractive shadow highlighted his chin and strong jawline.

“I’m glad I was in the right place.”

Tabitha released his hand. “So, where’s your sister?”

“My sister? How did you know?”

Tabitha bit her lip. “I’m sorry to say that I eavesdropped a bit. I was sitting near you at dinner last evening.”

“Eavesdropping? That seems extremely naughty.”

Tabitha was caught off guard by the tone of his voice. He was teasing, and yet, there was a thread of authority running through his words. Tabitha tried to suppress a shiver. “Well, sometimes I just can’t help myself.”

Marcus appeared disarmed by her honesty. “Are you traveling with anyone?”

Tabitha gave him a playful look. “Why do you ask?”

Marcus smiled. “Because I’m interested in knowing the answer, of course.”

“Well, if you’re thinking about ditching my body at sea, I’ve got six family members waiting for me in my hotel room upstairs. If you’re thinking about asking me to dinner, there is no reason why you shouldn’t.” Tabitha amazed herself. Where is this coming from? This man brought something out in her. She’d bet those broad shoulders and sexy smile had enticed many a woman.

He laughed. “You have nothing to worry about. I never use force, unless of course, it is desired.”

“Oh?” The truth burst into her mind. It suddenly became clear that he was fishing around a bit. There had been several hints here and there, but it seemed like he might be looking for a certain sort of woman. No, he couldn’t be. I’m imagining things.

“It’s true. I would be pleased if you joined me for dinner this evening.”

Tabitha did a mental fist pump in her mind. Woohoo! Dinner with Gorgeous Guy. “What did you have in mind?”

“Would you be averse to allowing me to surprise you?”

Tabitha hesitated then plunged ahead. “Not at all. It’s clear you have excellent taste.”

Marcus raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“Well, we both dined at the same restaurant last night, and I thought it was terrific.”

“Ah, well, my meal was less than pleasant unfortunately.” His tone indicated the subject was off-limits.

“Perhaps it was the company and not the food?”

Marcus laughed. “You are undoubtedly right and surprisingly honest.”

“My mother would say that my tongue is quicker than my brain.”

The corners of Marcus’s mouth lifted. “I’ve always been a fan of quick tongues.”

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Malia Mallory Biography

Malia Mallory lives in Hawaii with her husband and daughter. She’s been working with words since alphabet blocks rolled into her crib, not only writing her own work but copy editing and proofreading the work of others. She has loved to read about relationships since she first sneaked off with her mother’s Harlequin.

Malia Mallory is the best-selling author of The ABCs of Erotica series, which covers the erotic spectrum from BDSM to ménage and everything in between. More releases in the series are on the way. She has also released the Mia’s Cop Craving series and Santa’s Backdoor Baby. Malia’s books have hit the bestselling erotica lists at both Amazon and iTunes. Her books are available in electronic format at major retailers like Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, Sony, Diesel, Smashwords and AllRomance Books.

For a free copy of B is for Beach from The ABCs of Erotica, head to her website and sign up for the newsletter at http://www.maliamallory.com/Join_My_Mailing_List.php.

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Guest Blogger: Valerie Mann

I’ve Been Reincarnated

Don’t ask me how I know this, but it’s obvious I wasn’t always a white female baby boomer. What was I in a previous life? A Latina. Probably from the Caribbean or Central America, and very passionate about her culture. And her men. Oh yeah.

I don’t even believe in reincarnation, but the facts are very clear:

  1.  All but one of my published stories contains a Latin character. I didn’t realize this until I counted.
  2. Even when I don’t intend it, a Latin character sneaks into my work. Always. Not saying they’re sneaky on the whole, just saying MY Latin characters are. The men especially. Obviously, they know they’re welcome.
  3. I took four languages in high school, including several years of French and Russian. One year of español…and it’s the only language I remember and can still read and understand. If that’s not proof, I don’t know what is. Nobody remembers high school languages. Seriously, don’t lie, you know I’m right.
  4. I used to get teased at work for eating pickled jalapenos and other hot peppers for lunch (my mouth just started watering as I typed that).
  5. I think any food that ends in –ito or –illa should be part of the Food Pyramid.
  6. I made Mexican Lasagna last night for dinner. Ate leftovers for lunch. With a lovely hot sauce on the side.
  7. The list goes on and on…

I don’t know why I have this unusual fascination with all things Hispanic. But I’m chalking it up to a past life. It makes sense. Of course I also get choked up when I see pictures of the Scottish Highlands, I make a mean shortbread, and when I smell heather, I swoon. But I don’t write about men in kilts or clansmen, now do I?? More proof I have salsa, not haggis, running through my veins.

In my latest book, First Comes Marriage, I brought two new Latinos to the 1Night Stand series at Decadent Publishing. Alex showed up first, because he’s self-centered and likes face time (and he’s so darn cute, I couldn’t say no), but the story is about his brother, Christian Ramos and the lovely Anglo, Beth Malone. While culturally and ethnically quite different, they both have the same wants and goals, and when they reach a crossroad in life at the same time, Madame Eve steps in and offers more than a one-night stand date. She offers marriage! An arranged marriage. What might have sent Beth and Chris running and screaming in opposite directions not so long ago, now seems like something that just might work. Did it work?

Read for yourself.

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Excerpt:

“We need to get this over with.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “Get what over with?” But she knew.

He dropped his hand and gave her a rueful smile. “We’re married. I want to make love to my wife.” He waited for her to respond again and when she didn’t, he added, “Now.”

Beth blinked. Her heart started beating again. She liked a man who knew what he wanted. Especially when he wanted her. Stretching up, she gave him a light kiss. He clasped her waist with both hands and pulled her against him, fusing his mouth to hers, nothing like he had during their wedding. He invaded her, tasting and exploring with his tongue, forcing her to open for him.

She wound her arms around his neck and gave in, letting the invasion happen. Every fear disappeared and the only trembling happening was from desire. Her breasts swelled, aching to be touched. She wanted him. How wonderful he was hers.

Chris eased away but didn’t let go, wearing the same dazed look she must have had after their wedding kiss. He stepped back a few paces, bringing her with him, until he reached the bed.

“Turn around.”

Beth narrowed her eyes but obeyed. The zipper on the back of her dress descended and the silky garment puddled at her feet as he turned her back to face him. His hungry gaze swept over her, and she shivered with anticipation. Leaning in, he kissed the space between her breasts, his face tight with desire. No man had ever looked at her body that way…so appreciative.

Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra, and tossed it on the floor to join the dress. Her nipples stood at attention, swollen and needy. She shivered again.

He tilted his head back. “Am I going too fast?”

She cupped his face and gave him a hard kiss. “Hurry,” she whispered.

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Who agrees to an arranged marriage in the 21st century? Beth Malone can’t believe a date request with the 1Night Stand service morphed into an arranged marriage offer. But after a heartbreaking divorce and no knight in shining armor coming to sweep her off her feet, her desire to find that knight and have a family is looking more like a dream than a reality.

After filling out a 1Night Stand questionnaire worthy of the CIA, Christian Ramos is stunned when Madame Eve offers to arrange more than a date for one night: she suggests a wife! What the hell? After his best friend Jackson Castillo stops laughing, he advises him to consider the offer. Between the fortieth birthday looming on the horizon and his Latino upbringing, Chris is forced to take a hard look at his life. Reality check—time is running out for what he wants—a family and a woman to share his life.

First comes love, then comes marriage isn’t part of their matrimonial situation, but neither Beth nor Christian anticipated the immediate attraction and contentment that comes with saying, “I do.”

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Valerie Mann has lived from sea to shining sea and currently resides in Raleigh, North Carolina. She has her own romance hero husband, five children, and two lazy cats. She started writing when she figured out her school chums would listen to her stories, with “The Stolen Ring”, a riveting tale about a ring stolen from a museum gumball machine, being her first critical success. Between family, authorly stuff, managing and editing for an electronic publisher and whatever else she can cram into a day, she’s having way too much fun. She loves to hear from her readers! ValerieMann09@yahoo.com

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Guest Blogger: Hunter S. Jones

1.       When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

I have always been a writer. There was no official date or announcement. My family says that I always said I would write a book someday, so now I have. Fables of the Reconstruction is my shot in the dark, so to speak.

2. What has been the most difficult part about being a writer?

The most difficult part of writing is taking an idea from telling to showing, which is the exact opposite of how things are done in the real world.

3. Who are your favorite authors?

There are so many great authors and so many I idolize, collect and admire. Here’s my current favs, my author crushes… Livia Ellis. Her debut release ‘Memoir of a Gigolo’ is outstanding. She had me at gigolo. Tara Stogner Wood and I have real chemistry, too.  She’s sexy.  Lucy, you are the Empress of Erotica and I love your works.  

Fables of the Reconstruction4. What authors inspire you?

Part of the inspiration for ‘Fables of the Reconstruction’ was the book ‘The Crimson Petal and The White’ written by Michel Faber. He wrote the story of Victorian London that I believe Charles Dickens wanted to write but couldn’t because of the standards of his own time.

5. Do you like to plan your scenes out or do you just wing it?

I attempt to plan an outline for everything I write. However, Fables of the Reconstruction took its own direction, once I started writing.

6. What type of books do you like to read?

I love history books, historical autobiographies, books on spirituality and erotica.

7. What do you like to do in your free time?

Free time? I work out, socialize, listen to music, read, travel.

8. Where is your favorite place to vacation?

That is a great question. As you already know, it is difficult for me to have just one favorite of anything. The places I love to visit the most so far are London, New Orleans, Barcelona and Palma de Mallorca. However, going to my farm in Tennessee rejuvenates me and keeps me grounded. Sometimes it’s good to just get your hands and feet on the earth and connect with your ancestors.

9. Was there a reason why you picked November 2, the Day of the Dead, as your release date?

November 2, the Day of the Dead, Día de los Muertos, is a National Holiday in Mexico, Central and South America, and on numerous Caribbean Islands. In the Catholic Church it is All Souls Day. I drew so much from Haiti, voodoo and Creole cultures, it only seemed appropriate that I would honor the holiday. Drums beat all night long on November 2 in Haiti, so that sounds pretty rock and roll, doesn’t it?

10. Why did you choose to write a paranormal erotica?

The genre chose me.

11. What has been the most fun about working on Fables of the Reconstruction?

The most fun has been the writing process itself. I have never been allowed to let my imagination run free. It’s been an amazing trip. I’ve met so many talented, new friends that write – such as you. It’s just been great.

12. How do you come up with the premise for Fables of the Reconstruction?

Fables started as a short story for a friend I recently lost. I wanted to capture his refinement and beauty in order to create a tribute to him. However, I kept having these crazy dreams about a rockstar and couldn’t figure out what that was all about. Then, I realized Pierre von Minzle was a character that combined the traits of both men,  and the entire zombie story fell into place from there.

13. Can you tell me more about the fascinating themes of Pomba Gira Mysticism. Creole Voodoo. The seeds of the zombie apocalypse?

I have always studied religions and am especially drawn to the mysteries of native cultures probably due to the influence of the Cherokees in Tennessee. I ran across Pomba Gira while reading and discovered the ties to Haitian and Creole Voodoo. Their cultures believe in zombies – not the zombies Hollywood has created but the undead – people that are living but have no souls. However, the Hollywood version of zombies had to start somewhere.

14. Do you have any favorite characters from your books? If so, why?

Pierre von Minzle is beautiful, wicked and surprisingly human for a demon. I am completely enchanted by him.

15. Will this book be a part of a series? If so, how many books are you planning and when can we expect the next?

There will be two books in the series.  I’m planning to release Book 2, ‘Reconstruction of the Fables’ in February/March 2013.

16. What’s next for you?

There are two anthologies, possibly three, in process. I’ll know about the third one in a few days. They haven’t been officially announced however I can tell you the works will have a global appeal. Also I have a series of sexy vignettes called ‘Tales from a New Amsterdam’.Look for the first story to be released in the next few weeks on Amazon.com, ebook format only.

17. Anything else you want your readers to know?

A special thank you goes out to everyone that follows me and has supported me as an indie author. I am very flattered. Keep in mind when you read my books that I am an artist, and the books are to entertain you.  Thank you for speaking with me Lucy!

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New Release: Nasty Business by Lisabet Sarai

Nasty BusinessNASTY BUSINESS

LISABET SARAI

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All’s fair in lust and business

Ruby Maxwell Chen, lovely and ruthless CEO of a huge British business empire, is used to getting her way. When she encounters the strangely charismatic American entrepreneur Rick Martell, though, she wonders if she hasn’t finally met her match.

From the trendy clubs of London to the Hollywood Hills, Ruby and Rick compete for ownership of a strategic factory in Malaysia. Neither has any qualms about using sexual wiles to smooth the path to success. Neither anticipates that their mutual attraction will turn into something far more intense and difficult to control.

As their struggle for dominance escalates, they draw their employees and associates into their outrageous power games. The stakes could scarcely be higher, as Ruby and Rick play for the ultimate prize: a night of total physical surrender.

Novel-length book includes “Shades of Red”, a bonus story about Ruby’s introduction to BDSM!

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As good as I am at this game, I’m finding it difficult. I know, intellectually, that ignoring her, pretending to honor my promise, will heighten her frustration and ultimately, weaken her defenses. If I came on to her, she’d resist. By seeming to hold back, I draw her to me.

I can feel the arousal emanating from the trim form strapped into the seat next to me. Her body language speaks volumes, though she struggles to silence it. She’s dying to have me touch her, or to touch herself.

The problem is, I have to struggle myself not to reach for her. I have to resist this nearly overwhelming urge to slide that designer skirt up her slim thigh, exposing her smooth flesh. My fingers itch to stretch across the console and tweak those ripe nipples poking through her blouse. My half-hard dick presses uncomfortably against my zipper.

I watch the pavement twisting in front of my hood. I push the roadster a bit harder. Obedient, she races around the curves, graceful and powerful. An extension of my body, my will. Ruby’s lips are parted. Her hair has come free from its clasp and flows around her face in jet waves. I want to control Ruby the same way I control my car. I want to feel her respond when I press the pedal a bit closer to the floor.

A sideways glance tells me that she’s looking at me. I risk a few seconds of inattention to turn and grin at her lasciviously. “Take off your blouse, Ruby. Go ahead, you know you want to.” The wind tears my words away, but I know she hears me. There’s defiance in her eyes, mixing with the lust. “Come on. I dare you.”

A contest, then. Briefly, emotions war on her face. Her lust wins. She smiles at me, provocatively.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Martell. You’ll get us killed.”

She’s right. I switch my focus a second too late and barely miss grazing the inside guard rail. When I can afford another look, she’s naked to the waist. Her fingers are torturing her plump, rosy nipples. Even in that quick instant, it seems that I can see them thicken and grow darker as blood surges into them.

Now Ruby cups her flesh in both hands, kneading, stroking. Her breasts are pale, perfect hemispheres tipped with flame. I would have thought the wind would blow her scent away, but no, her musk permeates the open car. My cock stirs and demands to be set free. I look back at the road, my heart slamming against my ribs as another curve whistles by.

My next glance shows me her parted thighs. She fidgets on the leather upholstery, though her hands are still massaging her tits. Crudely, I jerk my thumb upwards, then wiggle my middle finger at her.

She is already pulling up her skirt, not waiting for my suggestion. Looking me straight in the eye, she spreads her legs wide, pulls her panties out of the way, and sinks four fingers into her glistening cunt.

My dick jerks to full attention. I watch, fascinated, as she grinds herself feverishly against her hand, pummeling her clit, pinching those scarlet lips until they are almost purple. Her eyes are shut. Her back is arched, pelvis thrust forward to provide maximum access. She’s a tiger, tearing at her own flesh in hungry fury. Her scent rises around us, drowning out the eucalyptus that always lingers in the southern California air. There’s an ache in my chest that mirrors the one in my cock. I’ve never wanted anyone so much.

At the last minute, I swerve, barely avoiding the shiny Cadillac coming at me from the other direction. Adrenaline courses through me at the near miss. Ruby doesn’t even notice.

There’s a turn-out ahead. Hands shaking, I pull into the semicircular parking area and shut off the engine. Now I can hear Ruby as well as see and smell her. She moans and cries as she thrashes around on the seat. Her mouth is open, her teeth clenched. She sounds as though she is in pain. Her harsh grunts become rhythmic and rise in pitch as I watch her ascend the final slope to her climax.

I stroke myself through my trousers, in time with her climb. I’m back in control, turned on but pacing myself. I know that I’ll get what I want eventually. Ruby twists and writhes. Both her hands are deep in her cunt. Her juices run down her wrists. It’s unbelievable how hard she is on herself. I remember her flogger, wish that I had it with me now. She wouldn’t even feel it, but it might help her over.

Then, without warning, Ruby screams and arches up off the seat. Her whole body convulses, then abruptly collapses. Little tremors continue to shake her frame for long minutes. Her eyes are closed; she seems unconscious.

She looks fragile, porcelain skin misted with sweat, tangles of hair stuck to her forehead. I suddenly want to take her in my arms, cradle her, brush those tangled locks away and kiss her eyelids until she awakens. At the same time, I have a perverse urge to loose my cock and sink it into her passive, defenseless flesh. To finally make her mine.

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More than a decade ago LISABET SARAI experienced a serendipitous fusion of her love of writing and her fascination with sex. Since then she has published five single author short story collections and seven erotic novels, including the BDSM classic Raw Silk. Dozens of her shorter works have been released as ebooks and in print anthologies. She has also edited several acclaimed anthologies and is currently responsible for the altruistic erotica series COMING TOGETHER PRESENTS.

Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone needs from prestigious universities who would no doubt be embarrassed by her chosen genre. She loves to travel and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her highly tolerant husband and two cosmopolitan felines. For more information on Lisabet and her writing visit Lisabet Sarai’s Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).