Saturday, December 12, 2015


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

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.


Friday, December 4, 2015

HANNAH & THE DOM NEXT DOOR                 

Welcome to Saturday Spankings!  This week I'm sharing a snippet from HANNAH & THE DOM NEXT DOOR and Hannah's introduction to erotic spanking.


"I really liked this story because it takes a strong author to tie in BDSM with an Amish upbringing.  Wane gives us the hesitancy from someone not involved in the lifestyle as they tiptoe across the water into the territory of something new.  If you haven't read Wane yet, this one is a must read."
Nichols Reviews   5 Stars

"I found this book well written with a unique plot.  I enjoyed the twists and turns that kept this book interesting.  I had a hard time putting this book down.  Overall, this was a very entrancing book and I hope to see these characters again soon."
Cocktails and Books   4 1/2 Stars


     Struggling with the recent discontent with his life made Mitch Burnett wish he hadn’t promised his neighbor he’d look in on her niece while she was housesitting for the summer.  An Amish widow, he was sure she was going to be a prudish, bible thumbing pain in the ass.  Much to his surprise, Hannah Hershberger was nothing like his preconceived notions made her out to be.  His immediate response to the full curves her plain clothing couldn’t hide as well as to the innocent surprise and interest reflected on her pretty face took him off guard, especially since the pure, wholesome girl next door type was not for a man as sexually dominant as he.  Determined to keep his lust in check, he swore he’d keep his distance from Hannah unless she needed some neighborly help.  But Mitch wasn’t prepared for Hannah’s determination to meet her challenges head on, which included her attraction to him.

     Hannah was looking forward to spending the summer tackling the challenges of immersing herself into the modern world, but none of those challenges had included her body’s response to her neighbor.  The closeness of his tall, thickly muscled body brought about sensations she had only felt when making love with her husband.  After discovering her responses weren’t a fluke, she brazenly asks Mitch to have sex with her, thinking a one-night stand would put an end to those irritating, stimulating feelings.

     Unable to resist, Mitch tables his more dominant urges to spend a night with Hannah.  What started out as a one-time thing soon turned into an affair when she realizes how much had been missing from her marriage bed.  Each time Hannah embraces something new, Mitch discovers he wants more until he finally introduces her to his more dominate practices at his club.  It took an assault on Hannah and a terrible loss to make her question how far she was willing to stray from her moral beliefs for the sake of pleasure and sends her running back to her roots to find the answers.   

My 8 sentence teaser
“I’m going to show you how much fun ass play can be,” Mitch answered as he stroked her buttocks over her panties.
“But, that’s….”  She stuttered to a stop trying to come up with the appropriate adjective.

 “Arousing, exciting?”

“Indecent,” she snapped back not caring for the accuracy of his definition despite her elevated arousal.

      “Bullshit.  Touching your ass is no more indecent than arousing you by touching your breasts or your pussy.”  Mitch slapped her right buttock hard enough to sting, not hard enough to hurt.  “You agreed to sex on my terms, Hannah.  Are you ready to call it quits so soon?”