Wednesday, March 9, 2016

I'm so pleased to have Mary Wehr visiting me today with an enticing scene from her newest release, A HEART'S ENDEAVOR.  The first thing I did after reading this is pick up a copy!  Enjoy.



A Heart’s Endeavor
Blurb:
There are times when it's best to allow your heart to overrule your head.
Being diagnosed with depression not only messed up Melanie Manning's life, but her marriage as well. Her husband made it very clear that he considered her "damaged goods" and he didn't have time to coddle a mentally ill wife. After his sudden death, Melanie knew she was destined to be alone. Loneliness sounded a hell of a lot better than exposing her illness to another man. Her self-esteem couldn't survive another blow.
When state trooper Jack Horan meets Melanie, the attraction is immediate. Her deep blue eyes make him weak in the knees, but those eyes also hold a hint of sadness. Jack is determined to wipe away her pain, but how can he do that when Melanie refuses to let him get close to her?
Can Melanie learn to face her fears and trust her heart in the hands of another man?
Content Warning: some strong language, spanking, and sex play with a piece of fruit wielded by a hot guy in uniform.


Twitter  @blushingmaryw

Excerpt:
Cool air assaulted her breasts. Jack suckled each nipple in turn. He tugged her dress further so it lay bunched at her waist. His licked her belly, then moved downward and delved into her naval. Soon, he was licking her pussy through her wet panties. The silken material triggered a friction so hot and intense that Mel bucked against his mouth.
She heard a loud ripping sound and gasped when his mouth covered her bare pussy. Dear Lord, the man had ripped her panties from her body. This dominant side of Jack had her panting for more of his rough handling. He dropped kisses along her inner thighs, growled, and covered the flesh between her legs with his mouth. Mel screamed and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She rocked her pussy and shamelessly rode his face as wave upon wave of an incredible orgasm overtook her. She swore her toes curled.
Jack moved back up her body and rested his forehead against hers. She kissed him frantically and tasted herself on his lips. Mel reached between their bodies and stroked his cock. She licked her lips.
“Baby, you’re looking to have a cock shoved down your throat.”
Mel gently pushed at his chest and dropped to the floor on both knees. “I want you deep in my throat while I suck you off.” Her hands shook slightly as she slowly unbuckled his leather belt. She carefully rasped his zipper down inch by agonizing inch.
Mel’s mouth went dry at the erection tenting his white boxers. The man had to be sporting at least nine inches. Moisture trailed down the inside of her thighs. She was so ready for this. For him. The mere thought of taking his hard male flesh into her mouth had her on the verge of another orgasm.
Jack arched upward and pushed his boxers to his feet. His cock sprang free amidst a cluster of dark hair. Mel’s heart raced. He was so big, so hard, and oh-so-mouthwatering she couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around him. Savoring his musky scent, she leaned forward and tongued his cockhead, licking away the drop of fluid seeping from the tiny slit. He tasted delicious, and she dove in for another nibble. Jack’s slow hiss boasted Mel’s self-esteem. She hadn’t felt this confident in her ability to please a man in years. His praise for her prowess urged her to take him fully into her mouth until the hairs on his groin tickled her nose. She sucked him greedily as if he was a lollipop.
“God, woman, your mouth is incredible.”
Mel licked his cock from base to tip and cleaned the milky white fluid seeping from his cockhead. Scooting closer, she ran her fingers down his slick, muscled arms and gripped his hands. She curled her fingers around his wrists and lifted his hands to her head. Jack cupped her jaw and forced her mouth to open wider.

Author Bio
I can totally get into reading about strong, stern heroes and the sassy women who love to drive them up a wall. LOL. Of course, when these ladies get way too out of hand, the hero doesn't think twice about dishing out a good spanking. I write Contemporary DD Romance and Historical Western Spanking Romance.
Aside from reading, I like to go for long walks. I also have a weakness for animals. My yard is full of squirrels, chipmunks and birds. Deer pass through once in a while which is always nice to see. I honestly don't know what I'd do without my furry, feathered friends. Thank you so much for buying my books. I'd love to hear from you. E-mail me at: luvadove@verizon.net
Happy reading!
Mary

Thanks so much for sharing, Mary!

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Monday, March 7, 2016

I'm thrilled to have Megan Michaels visiting me today with an excerpt from her new release, Desiring The Forbidden.  I've got my copy and I'm sure you'll be anxious to get yours after reading this hot scene.  And don't forget to check out her next book, His Sassy Girl!





Hi BJ thank you for having me on today with my new book Desiring the Forbidden!  It has been doing very well and I want to thank everyone who has bought a copy!  In addition, Book 2 – His Sassy Girl is out for preorder already too.  I’ll have a link for that as well!!  I have a spanking excerpt for everyone today, I hope you all enjoy it! 



PRODUCT DESCRIPTION

What’s a woman to do when the only thing she really needs is the one person she can never have?

All Sunni Weaver wanted was a decent job, close friends, and a man who’d fulfill her dark, twisted desires. But her sex life was dead and buried, her social life in the deep freeze. At least she had the job part down though. One out of three wasn’t bad. Right?

Just when it seemed that was all life had to offer a smart, strong woman from a small town in Wyoming, fate decided to throw her a curveball. For into her world marched a maddening, irresistible, and devastatingly sexy specimen of masculine perfection. A strict father figure, a fierce lover, the one who’d never let her go. The dream man from her deepest, most fevered of fantasies.

So, why did he have to be her friend’s father?

Cade Johnson couldn’t believe his eyes the moment they’d fixed upon the long blonde hair, curves enough to stop a man’s heart, and the sharp eyes of a woman every bit as sharp as she was beautiful. Resigned to living out the rest of his days as a bachelor, married to his job as a state trooper, and devoted father to one strong-willed daughter, the sight of the female he saw huddling in a chair in his station waiting room had his blood boiling, and his body aching with need.

There was only one problem though: she was twenty years younger than him - and she happened to be his daughter’s childhood friend.

Sunni Weaver may have been the big break his investigation needed, but the very thing that made her valuable was the exact reason her life was in danger. It was up to him to hide her, watch over her, and protect her -- and along the way, show her that submission to his rules and his lusts, bending her will to his own, offered her a freedom she’d never imagined. Whether she was ready for it or not.

A grizzled state trooper and a sassy, defiant young woman two decades his junior was either a match made in heaven -- or one doomed to go down in flames. With her he had a chance to be the man -- and the Daddy Dom -- he’d always been. His brand of loving strictness and firm consequences might be just what the stubborn woman -- and disobedient girl -- needed most in her life. A man who’d love her, and discipline her, and make her his in every way a man could.

Could Cade Johnson be the one who would love the strong, modern woman she was, and cherish the frightened, sweet girl she hid deep inside?

Publisher's Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!

This (very) steamy contemporary romance contains the following themes: spanking, anal play, humiliation, and explicit sexual situations.
Note - This title does not explore deep elements of age play. There are no sippy cups or coloring books, just a sweet woman who calls her lover Daddy.



EXCERPT



He put the phone on mute. “Sweetie, I have to talk about some work things in my office. I’ll only be fifteen to twenty minutes. Okay?”

She nodded.

“No eavesdropping!” He wagged his finger at her before entering the hallway to his office, tapping his belt buckle in warning.

Well, shit just got serious up in here.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Sunni slumped against the couch, feeing defeated. Now that her plan had been foiled for parking herself outside the office door and listening to his conversation, she wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. She’d just painted her nails, and he’d done her toenails that afternoon. She’d washed all her clothes. She supposed she could just watch the movie they’d put on before the phone call. What she really wanted to do was know what was going on with the arrest.

She knew for a fact that the local news station would be all over the arrest, giving her the information that she desired to know — but the news was still two hours away. Then it occurred to her that the Facebook page for the news station would post something, and community members always put more details in the comment section.

Sunni felt conflicted. If he’d threatened her with the belt for listening, what would he do if she was found on Facebook, especially since he’d warned her about not getting on it? It wouldn’t matter as long as she didn’t comment on the post. She’d lurk, reading the stories. Obviously, he couldn’t be mad at that. Could he? It’d be no different from watching the news, when it came right down to it.

She opened the laptop, signing in to her page at the site, and pulling up the local news station for the most recent story posted.

And there it is! I knew it!

The news posted that two men, Zachary Fent, and Jared Cordaro, had been arrested this evening on Clifford Avenue for drug possession with intent to commit rape. She scrolled down to the comment section.

The neighbors were remarking on the noise, and how many cops were there. Observations were made about too much force, how the DEA had sent an armored vehicle, and that there were four State Trooper cruisers present. Another person commented: Shots were fired. I’m thinking four to five. Not sure if they were shooting at the men or if they were shooting at the cops.

Then, Sara Anne, Sunni’s coworker commented: I work with the bozos, and they deserve everything the police throw at them.

Good for her. Sunni liked her and knew Sara didn’t trust Zack either.

Maria M: My friend, Madison Weaver, had to run for her life so these idiots wouldn’t kill her — and now I don’t know where she is!

“Oh, shit,” Sunni whispered.

She stared at the screen. Why did Maria have to mention her full name! But it was nice to know that her best friend was at least worried about her.

Should I comment back to Maria?

Sunni’s fingers hovering over the keys. She knew Cade would probably blister her ass; he’d been pretty clear about that. She shook her head, admonishing herself to forget it and move on. She scrolled down, reading the rest of the comments. She loved how the community of commenters typically provided more news than the station itself did.

“You want to explain to me why I’m going to use this belt on your bare backside until you’re screaming?” She looked up, slamming the laptop shut. Cade stood with his hand fisting the buckle, the belt doubled over, draping over his hand. He shook it toward her.

“I didn’t do… anything?” It was a feeble response, but she’d never been good at quick thinking.

“Oh, really?” He adjusted his stance, leaning on his hip, the belt now hanging down to the floor.

Sunni shivered at the sight.

“Yep, you need to shiver. If you thought the spanking you received the other day was bad, you have no idea what you’re in for today. So, you didn’t do anything? Explain to me why you’re innocent, and don’t deserve the whipping I have planned.”

“W-well… I was on the laptop.” She swallowed hard.

“I can see that, Madison Anne. What were you doing on the laptop?”

“I-I wanted to… you wouldn’t… I went to see what local news stories there were. I was just checking the news.”

There. He’d believe that. And it was true; she did check the news stories. She blew out a breath.

Look calm. Look innocent.

She widened her eyes, blinking at him.

“Let’s cut to the chase here, or I have a feeling we’ll be here all night playing twenty questions. Did you sign into your Facebook account?”





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Thanks so much for sharing Megan!
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Friday, March 4, 2016

#Satspanks    #New Release    #Spanking
#BDSM        #Erotic Romance

 I'm excited to share a snippet with you from my new release, Her Master At Last for Saturday Spanks.  This is my first book with Stormy Night Publications and I've enjoyed working with them.
   




BLURB - Over the years since she first met Jack Sinclair, Morgan Tomlinson has developed quite a crush on him. As a girl she swore she would marry him one day, and as a twenty-seven-year-old woman with her life seemingly spiraling out of control she rushes to him for comfort. When she ends up stranded at his mountain retreat during a snowstorm, Morgan knows this may be the best shot she will ever have to make Jack see that she is not a little girl anymore.

Though he is well aware that Morgan has grown up to be a beautiful woman, Jack is a demanding man with particular tastes which he fears would be too much for her. She proves determined to test him, however, and when she disobeys him one too many times Jack decides it is time to take Morgan in hand.

By the time she realizes she has pushed Jack too far, it is already too late, and before she knows it Morgan has been pulled over his knee for a painful, embarrassing, and very public bare-bottom spanking. Though the humiliating punishment shocks her, it also excites her in a way she has never felt before, and despite her blushing cheeks and sore bottom Morgan cannot help longing for Jack to master her completely.

Impressed by her response to his stern chastisement, Jack sets out to teach Morgan what it would mean to truly belong to him, and with each passing day she surrenders her body more fully to his practiced dominance. But when her wealthy, snobbish family seeks to destroy her blossoming romance, will Morgan run away from Jack as she has run away from so many things before in her life, and if she does, will he chase after her and fight to keep her?

Publisher’s Note: Her Master at Last is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including a threesome, anal play, exhibitionism, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


My eight sentence snippet begins when Jack catches Morgan spying on him in his clubroom after he just told her she had to remain upstairs.

 Sitting down, Jack held her hands in a tight grip, glaring up at her.  “I warned you, Princess.  I told you the time would come when you would have to face the consequences of your actions.”
With a jerk, Morgan found herself face down over Jack’s hard thighs. Dressed in just his shirt, she wasn’t even allowed that small amount of modesty.  Cool air hit her buttocks as he flipped the shirt up, exposing her to the entire room of strangers.  Mortified, she screamed and struggled against him to no avail.  “Let me up, Jack!  I promise I’ll stay upstairs, just let me go.”

 Be sure to keep hopping and check out the rest of today's snippets!



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Monday, February 29, 2016

I'm thrilled to have MORGANNA WILLIAMS as my first guest today.  She's sharing a hot excerpt from her new release, His Rebellious Mate.  Grab a fan and enjoy!



Thank you so much for hosting me BJ!

Blurb:

Nineteen-year-old Maggie Treenan, the youngest daughter of a human mother and a Ramelian commander, is certain that her brothers’ best friend, Jackson Marks, is destined to be her mate. Unfortunately for Maggie, however, Jackson sees her as nothing more than a sweet but silly girl, and when she throws herself at him to convince him otherwise she only manages to earn herself a stern scolding and a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking.

To make matters worse, his chastisement triggers her mating fever just before he leaves Earth to return to his post with the Ramelian Guard. Heartbroken and overwhelmed by her unmet need for the man her body knows full well is her mate, Maggie spends the next eight years running a biker bar, riding motorcycles, and doing her best to forget about Jackson.

When he returns to Earth at last, it doesn’t take long for Jackson to figure out what has happened. Realizing how difficult it must have been for Maggie to live for all those years with the fierce, inescapable lusts of her mating heat—lusts that only he can quench—he sets out to claim her properly and make things right as soon as possible.

But Maggie has grown into a feisty, headstrong woman, and Jackson soon realizes that taming her is going to be no easy task. He will need to be loving, but he will also need to be firm, even when that means punishing her thoroughly for her stubbornness. Will his rebellious mate learn to submit, or will she find herself spending most of her time with blushing cheeks and a bottom that is sore both inside and out?

Publisher’s Note: His Rebellious Mate is the third book of the Ramelian Brides series, which began with The Commander’s Mate and continued with The Commander’s Daughter. It is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Excerpt:

Then he moved, and she squealed when she found herself facedown over the bathroom counter, his hand began clapping off her rounded bottom.
“I think I need to remind you who wears the pants in the family,” Jackson said, smiling into her eyes in the mirror as his hand fell hard and fast.
Just when the stinging heat built to the point she couldn’t help a little whimper of response, he stopped and stroked his hand over the heated skin and then spread her wide.
“Jackson?” she asked worriedly.
“Don’t look now but your cock is about to take you hard,” Jackson said as he thrust into her forcefully, taking her to the hilt.
“Oohh…” Maggie moaned as her body stretched around his big cock, the pleasure pain almost too intense.
Jackson used his hands to part her ass cheeks, spreading them as wide as they would go and increasing the tightness of her body around his pistoning shaft. An orgasm swept through her, surprising her with its intensity and how quickly it overtook her senses.
Then he pulled out of her body, leaving her bereft. His hand began to fall swiftly over her backside again as her body continued to pulse in the aftermath of her climax. When the spanks began to fall just below her pulsing channel, over and over again, it sent her into another orgasm.
“That’s it, baby, give me everything you’ve got,” he whispered as he turned her and lifted her high in his arms.
Maggie instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered her onto his waiting shaft, his hands cupping her sore stinging ass and working her up and down his cock.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth desperately against his, needing an anchor in the storm of passion swirling through her body.
Jackson sucked her tongue into his mouth as he pressed her back against the wall and began hammering up into her in short hard thrusts, his pelvis grinding against her swollen clit with every thrust.
Maggie tore her mouth from his with a scream, as everything inside her wound impossibly tighter to an almost painful level. “I can’t!” she cried.
“You can and you will. Come for me, Magpie!” he commanded.
Lights flashed behind her eyes as her body seemed to implode around him, every muscle in her shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. Her body jerked hard and her sheath tightened around his cock, squeezing it in a spasm of intense pleasure that pulled him into the vortex with her.

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Sunday, February 7, 2016


#Long and Short Reviews   #BDSM   #Erotic Romance    #Amish      #Spanking 


I would love your support!  My book, HANNAH & THE DOM NEXT DOOR has been nominated for Erotic Romance of the month on Long & Short Reviews and could use your vote.  Below is the link to the 5 star review and the link for voting.  Check out both as well as the excerpt below of Hannah and Mitch's first meeting.  And thank you for your support!


REVIEW                                              VOTE HERE

HANNAH & THE DOM NEXT DOOR tied for Erotic Romance Book of the Month!  Thank you for your support!






.  Mary’s open garage door afforded him an unobstructed view of a nicely rounded ass bent over the raised hood of the car parked inside.  Walking down the drive, he took note of her calf length, dull brown skirt, short white socks and tennis shoes.  Strange attire for working on a car engine, let alone for early June and a temperature of eighty-five degrees.
Muttering from under the hood greeted him as he strode up behind her and noticed the book, Auto Mechanics for Dummies, opened on the side.  Hair with every shade of brown woven through it lay down her back in a tightly woven braid and as those lush hips shifted in impatience and aggravation, the lengthy plait slid over her side until a greased hand flipped it back irritably.
“Ooooh, gosh darn it!”
Gosh darn it?  Mitch couldn’t help it.  His mouth split into a wide grin at the innocent explicative as he offered neighborly, “Need any help?”
Her head jerked up and smacked against the hood, making her stomp her foot and repeat, “Oh, double gosh darn it!” before turning to face him.
It wasn’t often Mitch was struck dumb by a woman, but looking down at that grease smeared face with loose tendrils of hair clinging damply to her cheek and into wide silvery/blue eyes, he found himself not only taken aback by how young Mary’s niece looked, but by his instant, cock hardening reaction to the arousing contrast between her innocent, fey looks and a full, mouth-watering figure that her loose, drab clothing couldn’t disguise.  Son of a bitch but the woman packed a wallop.  The clothing gave one indication of where the term, ‘Plain People’, came from, but there was nothing plain about those striking eyes or the full, soft lips parted on a startled gasp.  Between that fuckable mouth that inspired lust filled fantasies, those odd colored eyes that dominated her face and the nicely rounded, full breasts her plain white blouse couldn’t hide, Mary’s niece stirred his libido in a way he has missed lately which in turn aroused his interest in a way he hasn’t felt in the past few months.  Unfortunately, he was pretty sure Mary wouldn’t appreciate the thoughts running through his head right now and given the woman frowning up at him was Amish, he reined in both his thoughts and his lust as he held out his hand.
“Mitch Burnett.  I live next door and promised Mary I’d check in on you.”
“Did you also promise her you’d sneak up and give me a heart attack?”  Despite the scare his unexpected presence gave her, Hannah smiled and took his hand before she remembered the grease.  “Oh, I’m sorry!  Let me get you a rag.”
Rubbing his palm down his jean-clad thigh, Mitch replied, “Don’t worry about it.  These jeans are ready for the laundry anyway.  You’re Hannah?”
“Hannah Hershberger, Mary’s niece.  It’s nice of you to come over.”
If she knew what he was thinking, she wouldn’t think he was so nice, Mitch thought as he willed his cock to behave.  Since when did he get a boner from looking at a pretty face and touching a soft hand?  On one hand, his physical response was a welcome change from the past months of relative indifference towards anyone of the opposite sex, but on the other, considering the odds of him getting under that skirt, he wasn’t pleased with his body’s choice to be reawakened to.
Nodding towards the car, he asked, “What seems to be the problem?”  As far as he knew, Mary hadn’t been having any trouble with the Mustang.  The bright yellow sporty convertible fit Mary perfectly but she was flamboyantly open and carefree, not shy about flaunting her gay lover and dressed in brightly colored clothes that fit and showcased her slender figure to its advantage, a far cry from her prim and proper niece whom he could easily picture driving a horse and buggy.
Hannah blew at the few wisps of hair that escaped her braid to avoid smearing her face any worse and sighed in frustration.  “It won’t start.  I turn the key and…nothing.”
“Did you try jumping the battery?  It’s been sitting awhile.”  The blush that stole across her cheeks told him she hadn’t thought of the simplest solution first before diving under the hood.  “Get in and I’ll tell you when to try it.”  Entering the garage, he acted as if it was no big deal and quickly found Mary’s jump box and attached the cables to the battery.  “Okay, turn her on.”  Now why did that simple statement have his cock twitching again?  He was going to have to keep his distance this summer if he couldn’t control his thoughts and his reaction to them any better than this. 
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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Preview of BIND ME TO YOU

Welcome to my first participation in WIP IT UP!  Today I'm sharing a snippet from book 2 in the Virginia Blueblood series, BIND ME TO YOU, which has been accepted by Blushing Books.  Each book in this four book series is a stand alone read, and you don't have to read them in order, but if you enjoy this scene, be sure to check out book 1, BLINDSIDED, and see why this series earned a Top Pick review from The Romance Reviews!



BLURB


Camille Statler would do anything for her sister, Bethany, and her young, blind nephew, Joshua.  When Bethany came to her in tears over a custody threat from her ex and proof the dead-beat dad was a member of a sex club, Camille didn’t hesitate to attend newbie night at The Warehouse to get proof of his unsuitability as a father.  Much to her surprise and dismay, the owner of the club, Master Dec, was the same man she met briefly months earlier and hasn’t been able to forget since.  After the heart-breaking end to her marriage eight years earlier, Camille has had little to no interest in men or sex, but one look from Dec’s grey eyes had her body rousing from its long, celibate state.


Declan Whitmore met Camille just once through friends and his reaction to the stunning redhead was instant lust and attraction.  When he saw her a few months later unexpectedly in his club and had the same reaction, he knew he’d do anything he could to keep her coming back until he worked her out of his system.  

Camille’s first introduction to the world of alternative sex  was a swift and arousing spanking that left her craving more, so much more she soon questioned whether she kept returning to the club to get damaging proof against Bethany’s ex or to see Master Dec again and indulge in another erotic night of decadent pleasure.  The more he subjected her to his will, the harder it became to keep her heart guarded and the true reason she was at his club a secret.

The more he had her, the more he saw her outside of the club, the more Dec wanted Camille.  Her responses to bondage, erotic pain and public play were everything he could hope for in a sub and her caring nature everything he wanted in a woman.  But her constant evasions told him she was hiding something and when the truth comes out, her subterfuge threatened not only their relationship, but his club and its members. 

SHORT SCENE
The following scene starts with Camille restrained at a chain station in Dec's club, The Warehouse, both Dec and Fin there to torment her!  



“Do you know how many erogenous areas there are on a woman’s body other than her nipples and clit?”
Dec’s dark voice whispering in her ear sent a shiver up and down Camille’s spine, or was it the slow trail of calloused fingertips gliding down the sensitive underside of her upraised arms that was responsible?  “N..no, I don’t.  How m…many,” she answered on a released pent up breath, those teasing touches moving to the fleshy side fullness of her breasts, two pairs of lips nibbling with both light and hard nips down her neck.
“How about if we show you.”
Oh God.  The blindfold helped her tune out the low voices surrounding her, enabled her to set aside the disconcerting knowledge others were watching.  Her nipples tightened into painful nubs, jutted out as if begging for a touch from those fingers or mouths.  Unfortunately, her two tormenters were in no hurry to get to her happy places.  Their lips replaced their fingers on the fleshy mounds of her breasts, the erotic bite from Fin, whom she knew was on her left, eliciting a sharp cry from her, the throbbing pain soothed with a stroke of his tongue.  Arousal from that slight ache spiraled south and settled between her legs, making her core throb in tune with that bite.
Please.  She had to bite her lip hard to keep from vocalizing that plea.  A twist of her torso to entice one of them to move their mouth onto her nipple resulted in a sharp slap on her upper thigh and another arousing pulse to add to her escalating lust. 
“Behave, darlin’, or we’ll never get where you want us to go.”
That was easier for Fin to say than for her to do, Camille thought as those diabolical fingers moved to her inner thighs and started a slow, tortuous ascent.  Her feet shuffled apart of their own accord, her hips pushing forward as if they had a mind of their own and she had no control over her body.  She rather liked that her body went after what it wanted on its own.  Like the restraints and the blindfold, it took the choice away from her, freeing her mind to indulge in new sensations and feelings.
A low moan escaped her tight, compressed lips when those tantalizing touches reached the creases between her inner thighs and her labia.  Who would’ve thought that small area could hold so many nerve endings?  The way they worked her body together with such expertise indicated the two of them have done this before, and not just once.  Somehow, she found that thought as titillating as the sharp nip Dec gave her stomach right above the waist of her skirt.  There was something to be said to being the beneficiary of all that experience.
“You’re so soft here,” Dec murmured, stroking that sensitive spot again before covering her next soft groan with his mouth.
Camille lost herself in sensation as they teased and tormented her, clinging to Dec’s decadent mouth as he plundered hers like she wanted him, them, to plunder her empty, aching pussy.  Fingers skimmed her damp folds but didn’t penetrate while another hand slid under her skirt to skip over her clenching buttocks before gliding down her crack.  A barely there touch over her rim moved on too fast for her to assimilate the shocking sensation that could be found there.  Those selfish fingers stroked lower, down over her perineum then up over her slit, missing her clit and eliciting a strangled curse from her.  “Shit!”



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Saturday, December 12, 2015

#MASTURBATION MONDAY     #SPANKING     #BDSM     #MENAGE     #MASTURBATION     #ANAL/ORAL PLAY





Welcome to my first MASTURBATION MONDAY!  I'm sharing a hot masturbation scene from my erotic paranormal, MATE WITH ME, a full length novel over 120,000 words.


SUMMARY
Damien LaRue has spent the better part of two hundred years trying to atone for an act he was driven to commit shortly after master vampiress, Isabelle Sartre ended his life in 1815.  Because he could never forgive himself, he planned to meet the dawn soon, never intending to claim his mate, but he hadn’t counted on Abrielle Chirac’s tenacity or her utter faith in him. 
Jacob Carter has spent decades longing to find his mate, but when he finally does, it’s to rescue her from one of his own.  Grace Larsen was shocked to discover her immediate sexual response to the vampire who rescued her from a kidnapping.  Ignoring her body’s demands, she refuses to believe Jacob is any different than the vampire who tormented her.  When Jacob is critically wounded from a rogue attack, Grace is left with two choices- watch the man she has grown to care for die or use her body, the one thing she has been withholding from him, to save him. 
Jon and Luc Preston always assumed when they found their mate, she would fall meekly in between them, just how they liked their women.  But they hadn’t counted on a feisty, independent redhead who would only accept them on her terms.  It takes several erotic lessons to convince Caitlin O’Brien to their way of thinking.
Discovering their nemesis, Isabelle, is behind the attacks on their mates, Damien, Jacob, Jon and Luc must resolve the issues keeping them from completing their mating bonds if they hoped to end Isabelle’s existence permanently.

Enjoy this first scene between Damien and Abrielle
He might continue to deny himself that ultimate pleasure, but he didn’t have enough willpower to stay away from her.  After checking the deserted street, Damien dissolved into a fine mist and materialized again in Abby’s bedroom, the sight of her sprawled in open, naked abandonment on her bed keeping him rooted in the corner of her room facing her.  With moonlight shining in from the large, open window and a small nightlight lit on her bedside table, her petite body lay in lush display.
Damien rubbed his open palm down his jean clad thigh, trying without success to ease the throbbing ache being this close to his mate caused.  His cock had sprung from a semi-erection into a full blown hard-on pressing painfully against his zipper, harder at just the sight of her nakedness than he had been engulfed in Marie’s suckling mouth.  Abby’s dark brown, waist length hair lay spread out beneath her, her bright blue eyes closed, one arm flung up by her head, the other draped across her waist.  He took a moment to suffer through the picture of carnality she made, adding to his self-inflicted torture, and was about to leave when a soft moan escaped her sleep, his name on her lips a tortured whisper.
Suppressing a moan of his own, he watched her hand slide from her waist to cup her pussy, her thighs widening further to reveal the pink inner recesses of her damp vagina.  Cursing his weakness in being unable to leave, he watched her sift through her damp, mink curls and slip her middle finger past her folds, watched those plump folds close around her digit, listened to another moan echo in the otherwise silent room and swore a blue streak as she arched her hips into her marauding hand.  The crescent shaped mark on his palm that matched the one he now saw she bore on the side of her left breast burned with a need as desperate as the one aching for release between his own thighs. 
Unable to find the will or the strength to pull himself away, he released his cock into his hand, squeezing his fist around his girth in a wasted effort to get himself under control.  Abby moved her other hand down to her breast, kneading the soft fullness before taking her distended nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rolling it with a tight pinch.  A longer, louder moan escaped with a gasp as her finger pulled from her pussy then thrust back in as if she couldn’t bear to be without it filling her.
“Damien, please,” she whispered,  her eyes still shut, her body now glistening with a damp sheen as she finger fucked herself with hard, deep thrusts.
That was a hell of a dream she was having, Damien thought, glad it involved him and not another man.  Imagining her masturbating to thoughts of someone else had his eyes glowing red with rage, his incisors aching to take retribution on anyone who commanded her attention other than him.  The hypocrisy of his response wasn't lost on him, but despite his jealous anger at the thought of her thinking of another, he wasn’t willing to claim her and risk harming the one woman he put above all others.
Damien licked his lips when she pulled back again, the sight of her finger shining with the dampness of her arousal making him want to shove her hand aside and replace it with his tongue and teeth.  For three years he had fantasized about the taste of her blood and her cream on his tongue despite keeping her at arm’s length as much as possible since discovering she was his mate.  Now, faced with the visual evidence of her lust for him, his body trembled with the herculean effort it took to keep from taking her in every way he had imagined. 
With harder, faster strokes up and down his shaft, he pushed his release to the surface, the seepage from his straining head soothing the burning mark on his palm.  Abby’s movements sped up also, as if she was trying to keep up with him, match him stroke for stroke, her breathing getting heavier as her hips undulated faster and faster.  Stifling a shout, Damien erupted into his hand, his body shuddering with the pleasure, his eyes glued to Abrielle as she cried out with her own climax.



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