Jan 19, 2015 | Bloghop, Writing |
Okay, lovelies. Taboo Tuesday is a bloghop that likes to focus on dark, and that’s my happy place. So, when Sophie Kisker brought it to my attention, I had no reason to refuse it. Check out this snippet from my popular lit series.
Fair warning: This snippet (and the whole series) contains graphic scenes of punishment, force, and a whole lot of crazy obsessiveness. There’s also some very sweet, and very hot BDSM in the series too, to be fair. ^_^
If you want to read more about Thalia, read more here, or wait until her whole story is re-edited together into a trilogy in early 2015 and released on Amazon! Correct reading order for lit is Security Binds Her and then Striking a Balance, and this snippet shouldn’t disturb your reading enjoyment of the whole series too much.
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She made herself stare at the ceiling so she couldn’t see his dark hair between her thighs, his cold, blue-gray eyes watching her body flush and writhe for him as he increased the pleasure. He pinched her thigh sharply and she cried out.
“Say that you understand, Thalia.”
“Yes, Master. I understand.” She could hear in her voice that she was close to breaking down. He groaned and slid up her body, his hips pushing between her thighs.
“Say that you’re mine.” Marcus held himself above her, his cock brushing against her core. Thalia bit her lip, not wanting to say those words. Flashbacks of the last time he’d demanded it ringing inside her head. She just wanted James, she wanted her boyfriend, she wanted her Dom. She wanted the man she chose again and again. She didn’t want Marcus.
“Please don’t make me.” Thalia pleaded. His cock pressed forward, her pussy already wet and waiting – traitor, her body was a traitor. He laid a hand over her throat, squeezing with the hint of a threat as she whimpered.
“Say that you’re mine, or fight me again and see what happens.”
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Jan 18, 2015 | Writing
First, I want to thank everyone that’s reviewed the last anthology with “The Invitation”, or commented on my story Striking a Balance that is wrapping up on literotica, everyone that has talked with me on Facebook and Twitter, and everyone who has sent me emails! It’s still a bit unreal to me that anyone likes this crazy stuff that I’ve had in my head all of these years. Finally putting it down on paper, and beyond all hope having people enjoy it? There aren’t words for how grateful I am for each and every one of you. You are lovely!
Second, one of the main reasons I haven’t been flooding this blog with posts is because we have another anthology coming! This coincided with the wrapping of Striking a Balance, and has meant I’ve been writing like a crazy person late into the evenings. THE BEST PART OF THE WRITING LATELY? This upcoming anthology is dark. Ohhhhh, yes, my lovelies. It is dark.
Can you imagine the little dance I did when the group selected it as the theme? I’ve had the privilege of reading a few of the stories coming out with this anthology in February, and I will say I am in fantastic company on the dark side.
I had meant to post up a little teaser of my story “The Rite” which will appear in February’s anthology before now, but I am terrible and I am just now getting around to it. Without further ado, let’s meet Heather, and see what happens she knocks on Rick’s door in the middle of the night.
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“Hi.” He let the door fall open and leaned against the door frame. He was shirtless, and his tanned skin caught the light from the street. Hello, six pack. This was exactly what she needed. “What brings you here in the middle of the night?”
“I thought you might want company.” Heather was suddenly aware that her outfit wasn’t exactly what she would normally show up at Rick’s door in. A big coat over a plain top, jeans and boots. Her hair was probably a mess, and she’d been crying off and on for the last several hours. Rick’s laugh sent a buzz over her skin anyway.
“Your company? You know I’m always open to that.” His dark eyes were trailing down her and she wished it was spring so she could have at least been in a dress. “But I thought you couldn’t see me anymore.” Rick’s voice was lower, and her decision solidified in her brain.
“I need a distraction. Are you going to invite me in?” She matched his cocky tone and was rewarded with another low chuckle as he backed away from the door and waved an arm towards the dark interior.
“You seem to be feeling a little bossy to be standing at my door, Heather.” He shut it behind her and a thrill ran down her spine.
“Maybe you should punish me then.” She dropped her messenger bag on the table by his door and started to pull off her coat and scarf. Rick just crossed his arms to watch.
“Is that what you want, pretty girl? You came here to be punished?” He was waking up fast. Nothing like a willing woman delivering herself to your doorstep to smooth over a late night wake-up call.
“I came here to be distracted. Think you could help me out?” Heather just dropped the coat and scarf on the floor and was about to kick off her boots when Rick leaned forward to grab her shoulders lightly.
“You already said that. Tell me what you’re distracting yourself from. Is it another guy?” Rick’s eyebrow ticked up and she fought the urge to roll her eyes at the irony of his jealousy. He really didn’t want to be in Mr. Yet-To-Be-Named’s shoes.
“Kind of. I have something to do in a couple of days, and I’m not going to be the same after. I just want a dose of normalcy before then.” Heather reached for his flannel pajama pants, tugging at the waist before he grabbed her hands to stop her.
“You came to me for normalcy?” He laughed, “What on earth do you have planned with this other guy?”
“Do you want to talk, or do you want to go to your room?” Heather pulled her hands back from his and tore her top off over her head. His eyes dropped to her bra and the groan that slipped out of him was answer enough.
“You want to play, pretty girl?” Rick’s thumbs traced the waist of her jeans until they found the button and he popped it open, lowering the zipper.
“Yes, sir.” Just fucking distract me already. Heather matched his hands and in moments she’d kicked her boots off, and he’d yanked her jeans down. She tugged at his pajamas until they slid off his hips and pooled on the floor. Then his mouth was on hers and it was good. His lips were warm, the scrape of his stubble against her face was a welcome texture. Real, and male, and safe. She’d known calling him ‘sir’ would kick the night off. Rick was perfectly uncomplicated. He’d never wanted something serious, hadn’t freaked out when she’d told him she was done, and wasn’t holding it over her head for showing up again two months later. His hands were behind her thighs as he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist. Heather pushed her hands into his hair, holding on to the kiss, pouring herself into every distraction his firm body against hers could provide.
“Remember your safe word, Heather?” Rick pressed her against the wall of his bedroom, his hands finally free to run down her sides and back up to unhook her bra and toss it somewhere.
“Are you still using yellow and red?” Her voice was breathy as his lips traced across her collarbone, his hands cupping and molding her breasts against his palms.
“Yes. Good girl for remembering.” Rick’s hands came up to hold her face, his mouth a mischievous grin. “Are you sure you want to be here?” Why was he such a good guy? She didn’t deserve him. She didn’t deserve his concern. But she was going to take advantage of his willingness anyway. His cock was hard against the core of her, the thin fabric of her panties the last infuriating barrier between them.
“Yes, Rick, sir, I’m sure.” To make her point she rolled her hips against him and their mutual moans finally sealed the deal. He slid her down his front and kissed her again, pressing her back hard against the wall until she felt every inch of him.
“Get on the bed. Face down. And take off the underwear unless you want me cutting them off you.” Rick was smiling as he said it, but his voice was pure Dominant.
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Want more? Want to find out what Heather has to do?
You’ll have to wait for the anthology! *cackles* I know, I’m evil. Stay tuned for more updates, and more snippets. I just agreed to be a part of the Taboo Tuesday bloghop, and who knows what twisted little snippets you might catch every Tuesday!
Dec 11, 2014 | Writing
‘The Invitation’ is officially submitted to Amazon and a new release announcement should come out soon! I’m hoping it will be available for purchase tomorrow so stay tuned for links! In the mean time, I’m excited to announce that an exclusive short story is included in this release and it follows Saif’s business partner Ben on the day of the party! Aaaaand let’s just say Ben is a fun guy to spend time around. There is also a sneak peek of my first full-length book release for 2015, ‘Security Binds Her’.
I really hope you will all grab up this copy of The Invitation for 99 cents, if not to re-read the story then just to read what Ben is up to! Here’s a snippet for your enjoyment:
Ben walked over to the desk, finishing his drink on the way so he could set the glass down before he leaned forward. Krista’s honey-brown eyes lifted to his and he smiled. He put effort into it, using the one that had girls walking across clubs just to say hi to him. She responded with a blush that flooded up her cheeks and made her face light up. Krista had attended parties for a long time until she’d helped them fix an issue with a club rental when she’d been the first to arrive. She’d gone from employee for parties, to employee for the office. And she was damn good at it.
But she knew exactly what he had in mind.
“Sir?” Her lips parted, and she was breathing faster. He could see her pulse jumping at her throat.
“Yes, Krista?” Ben stepped around the desk and put his hands on the armrests of her chair, forcing her to lean back.
“I – “ she licked her lips, her hands in her lap. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a neat little pony tail, and he wanted to grab it and have her on her knees. Might as well go for it.
“Krista. What would you like your safe word to be?” He grinned down at her, making sure he didn’t touch her until she gave him the green light. He could see indecision flashing across her face. “I promise, whether you’d like to play or not, it will absolutely not affect your employment. But I would like to play if you’re up for it.”
She bit her lower lip, still thinking for a moment, and then she sat up straighter. Her mouth suddenly, dangerously, close to his. “My safe word was always rabbit.”
“And do you want to run, little rabbit?” His fingers itched to touch her cheek, to pull her forward for a kiss. He made himself wait. Then she said the two words he wanted to hear more than anything in that moment.
“No, sir.” A little gasp escaped her lips before his mouth covered hers, his hands held her face against his and he groaned when he felt the moan rise out of her. She wanted him. Good. And he really wanted to play. He knew just where he wanted to play as well. He broke the kiss with a grin, and loved the heat in her cheeks, the need in her eyes, and the way she was already squirming in front of him.
Want to read more? Make sure to grab your individual release copy of ‘The Invitation’ when it premieres on Amazon!
Nov 14, 2014 | Writing
I knew I’d need to get this website off the ground sooner or later, and it seems that the time has come sooner than I expected. But this is a wonderful problem to have, I promise. Myself, along with a very hot group of authors from the website Literotica have gathered as a writing group to put out a series of anthologies! The first of these, masterminded by my amazing friend Tara Crescent, will be coming out this month!
I’m not sure if I’m allowed to release the name of it yet, but I can tell you that it is brimming with some delicious menage erotica stories. All of them are complete, and most average around 20k words a piece, so this is going to be a long anthology! I have had the privilege to read a couple of them and I must say you may need a cool drink, a fan… and some private time, after you’re done reading! Each of them is uniquely different, but delightfully in the same thread as the rest with all kinds of group sex fun.
My story for the anthology is called ‘The Invitation’, and it has a cover in the works, so expect a cover reveal soon! ‘The Invitation’ is about a girl named Cara who has spent her entire life as the good girl – the straight-A, straight laced, good girl. At least until her impossibly beautiful roommate Meredith comes into her room with an invitation to a private party where Cara can make $1500 just for attending and her roommate tells her she can do more if she wants. Will Cara take the opportunities the invitation offers, especially when a tall, dark, handsome, but incredibly mysterious man wants to push her boundaries? To find out, you’ll have to read! Here’s a sneak peak to whet your appetite!
White.
Everything was white.
White, shimmering tiles extending down the hallway and echoing back the click of her heels. Smooth white walls, unblemished white ceiling. Recessed lighting made it almost glow above her head as she walked steadily towards the elevator at the end of the hall, barely visible by the lines separating the doors.
Cara wanted to turn and look at the door behind her, but she knew it had already shut and that the broad shouldered private security gentleman that had walked her through the front entrance was on the other side of it.
A shaky breath blew out as she reached the elevator, tremors thrumming through her muscles as she scanned the blank walls for a button.
There wasn’t one.
Her fingers traced the edge of the cardstock in her hand and she looked down at it again. In perfectly pressed letters there were three lines:
2350 Brockton Rd. Chicago.
October 3. 10:00PM.
Aphrodisia, Limited.
Her breath caught, and a thousand butterflies took flight in her stomach, their hurried wings beating at her insides and sending her pulse into heart attack territory when a ding sounded and the elevator doors slid open to reveal a perfect white box.
Cara looked down at herself, at the tight, short, black dress, the shiny, black Louboutins. The promise of hands on her, hands on her like earlier in the week, made heat pool between her thighs and her fists clenched at her sides. And he had promised to be there.
“I want to do this. I want this.” Her voice wasn’t as confident as she would have preferred, but she lifted her head, shook out her hair and stepped into the elevator anyway.
The doors shut, and with a smooth hum the elevator started to descend.
Whether she was descending into hell, and a huge mistake, or into some dark fantasy that would fulfill her in ways she’d never planned – well, only one way to find out.
You will absolutely see another post with purchase links as soon as it is live. To quote Tara, “My co-conspirators on this project are some of the hottest writers of erotica I’ve ever read, and I’m so thrilled to be working with them on this.” I feel the same way, I really do.
Much love to everyone who has been so supportive as I’ve started to step into actually publishing my work. It’s going to be an interesting adventure, and please know I’m grateful for everyone around me and everyone who has commented and given me feedback!
