And here is another tease from my contribution, Switching Up.
“You did an excellent job tonight. Did it grate at all? Did you have the urge to throw down your tray and storm off?”
“Why would I do that?” she asked, confused. Leo turned her around. “It’s something a brat would do.”
Patty grinned. “I suppose one might. I volunteered to help. It would have been bad form to ditch you in the middle.”
“Well, I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?” His lips met hers and she instinctively moved her hands up his arms to lock behind his neck. His hands found her exposed buttocks and pulled her up against him. She could feel how hard he was through his pants.
Patty pulled slightly from the kiss, looking into his eyes. “Carol?” she asked very quietly.
“Is busy a while longer. We’ll reward her soon. First.” His fingers pushed aside the thong and circled her pussy.
Patty’s lips parted and she sucked in a breath, hooking her leg over Leo’s hip. He grinned and picked her up by both, laying her back on one of the benches. She released her hold and he stood to observe her.
“You look so fucking hot tonight. It was hard to keep my eyes off you.”
Patty scoffed. “Every other girl was dressed much the same.”
“True,” he agreed, “but none looked as good as you.”
“Not even Carol?” she asked, propping herself on her elbows.
“Mm, Carol,” he murmured, a hungry look on his face. “Okay, one.”
Patty chuckled, but it turned into a gasp when Leo picked her up by the waist and turned her over. She braced on the bench and kicked.
Leo put a knee to her back and she lost her breath in a huff. “Hold still, brat. You want that reward, don’t you?”
He tried to hold her in the Velcro cuffs attached to the bench, but she undid those as fast as he could latch them. After several tries he gave up on that and sat astride her back. She twisted and kicked, trying to dislodge him. A rain of smacks landed on her upturned ass.
“Stop fighting me!” he shouted, each word matched with another vicious slap. He kept spanking until she stilled, her ass stinging.
“Better. Now, your reward.” Her thong was pulled aside again and Leo’s fingers slid in, twisting and thrusting.
Damn that felt good. She was squirming to new purpose, trying to drive Leo’s fingers deeper, to feel them rub against her walls harder. The pleasure was split by a new slap to her ass. Patty gritted her teeth against the flare of pain, but it only made it sweeter when he returned to fucking her with his fingers.
“You are going to come for me, Patty,” he told her. The hum of a vibrator reached her ears. Where had he gotten that? There wasn’t one in reach and he hadn’t gotten up. She couldn’t think about it long. The large head pressed her clit and Leo’s fingers were thick and firm.
Biting her tongue, she fought it, fought the orgasm that was consuming her. She twisted and bucked once more, barely nudging Leo. Then something inside her broke loose, like a rope snapping and leaving her to fall. Her stomach hovered, a moment of free fall, and then she landed with a crash.
Flasher Fiction Friday is a hop of 100 stories based on the same picture. Here's mine, the others are linked on the blog.
Jessica continued to turn in circles.
“Oy, watch where you’re going.”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. London is even prettier with all the lamps out.”
“American?” The young man sized her up.
“Canadian.”
“Much better. You like London at night?”
“Oh, yes. It’s beautiful, magical.”
“Magic? I know just the pub.” The stranger slipped his hand through Jessica’s.
In her free hand, she sent a text: Hooked up with a local. See you later! “What kind of magic do you have for me?” She gave him a look that should encourage him.
“Blood magic.”
Jessica shrieked, but one more cry went unnoticed.
I'm sharing the next piece of Kimono. There are other great tastes on our blog.
As soon as they arrived at the festival grounds, Yukiko took Sakura’s arm and led her past the first trees and toward the stalls set up.
Nabiki looked to her mother and father, but neither said anything or called the other girls back. Nabiki took a few steps to follow, but Mother grabbed her hand and stopped her.
“Let them have their own time,” Mother urged. “You can walk with us, or join your friends.” She nodded to the group of girls around one of the booths. Nabiki recognized every one of them from her school, though only three were in her class.
“Yes, Mother,” she agreed, trotting up to the group and joining in the fair games.
When she saw Sakura next, she seemed even less similar and familiar than before. It was more than her outward appearance now, which still set her apart from Nabiki. There was something else, a light in her eyes or a change in her posture that made her different, distant. Nabiki left her sisters and chased after a group of younger children that made her laugh when they cried about losing the games she had long since given up on. It took her away from the strange, new Sakura.
When they returned home and Sakura removed her makeup and let her hair down, Nabiki hugged her tightly. “I missed you,” she said, even though it sounded stupid. It had been one day, and she hadn’t really been gone at all.
Sakura smiled and kissed her sister’s cheek. “I am not going anywhere. I will be your sister still.”
Nabiki nodded; glad to see herself again in the woman next to her. She was different, that unnamable change still affected her. She was definitely a woman, not a girl. What was it? Nabiki spent the whole night trying to pin down the difference, but had no luck.
At 18, Cibele, a student from Rio de Janeiro, dreams of a life in New York and moves to the big Apple, where she meets precocious Amy, a young scholar whose goal in life is to study sciences and astrophysics.
When she visits the Art Museum, Cibele is impressed by a particular work of art depicting hell. Her horror of the painting grows when Amy introduces her to astronomy, and she associates the fearful black hole as an entrance to hell. Lost and confused about her life, she meets ambitious Agatha from Texas, who is in New York to succeed as a fashion model, and they become inseparable.
While trying to survive and achieve their goals, the three friends question the meaning of life, death, and the existence of hell, and their friendship ultimately turns into a maze of betrayal, jealousy, and selfishness.
Embark on a spiraling journey through Rio de Janeiro, Texas, and New York to discover the ambitions of three young women looking for the meaning of life. Through a series of events that prompt them to play with each others' destiny, they will face their ultimate challenge: is hell real?
Andrea Barbosa is an award winning novelist and poet.
Her poetry collection, "Holes in Space" is the recipient of the 2015 Silver Medal Award in Poetry from Readers' Favorite, and is featured in the 50 Best Books of 2014 at ReadFree.ly website, voted top 5 in poetry by readers. It has been rated as a #1 top seller poetry book in the UK and was ranked within the 5 top sellers in poetry in the US.
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Her work has been influenced by contemporary authors Paulo Coelho, Fernando Sabino, Sylvia Plath, Erica Jong and Joyce Carol Oates, among others.
She currently serves as Author Event Director for the Houston Writers Guild.
She also writes romance as Andrya Bailey and is currently working on the second book in the Olympian Love trilogy. The first book in the series, Olympian Passion, has received the 5 star seal from Readers' Favorite.
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Happy Hump Day! What's a Wednesday with out a MidWeekTease? I'm sharing another snippet from the upcoming Blue Moon House volume. Here is Nicholas exerting his dominance on George.
Nicholas stopped and George halted next to him. “Where are we headed, George?”
“Where would you like to go?”
Memories surfaced in Nicholas' mind, lovers and prey. Those that wanted to surrender their bodies, their very lives. He had taken them of necessity in the past. He didn't want to kill George, and not only because he hated killing. Sophia had opened her house to him. It would be poor payment to kill her clients.
Nicholas took hold of George's arms and pushed him up against the lamppost. The man's chest heaved and his brown eyes widened in surprise. Not fear, though, anticipation. His face lit up and seemed to glow with lamplight. His breath came in large pants and his eyes fluttered shut, long lashes reaching his cheeks.
Nicholas leaned into him, his lips sealing on the other mans'. His face was soft, smooth. He hadn't seemed particularly young, but had no whiskers at all. George's arms rose to find Nicholas' sides.
“Keep your hands down,” he told George in a whisper, continuing to play with the man. He slipped his hands beneath his waistband.
Nicholas backed up in surprise. The man had a penis, but it was so small it seemed...impossible.
George's eyes filled with tears. “Thank you, sir. I underst—”
Nicholas stopped the apology by locking once more in a kiss. He pulled George's hat from his head and let it fall to the street beside them. He curled his fingers into George's hair and pulled. “I am going to make your tiny cock burn, little man. You will cry again for me.”
“Yes, sir,” he said in agreement, his head falling back against the post.
Nicholas pulled it up again. “You will watch me as I do.”
“Yes, sir,” George agreed, his eyes locking on Nicholas' “You have amazing eyes,” he murmured, his lips parting in a breathy pant as Nicholas stroked him to hardness. Though thin, it grew long enough and Nicholas continued to stroke, his hand releasing George's hair to slide a finger down the back of his pants, pulling him closer.
“Do you like a nice big cock here?” he asked, rubbing a finger over the man's quivering hole. Nicholas' eye caught a bystander, watching in a mix of horror and interest. As soon as he was spotted, the observer fled.
George had no knowledge of the witness.“Yes, sir. I would love to feel your cock there.”
“I bet you would.” Nicholas didn't delve in, reaching further to the man's balls. There were none. Was that why he was so small, so feminine? Nicholas didn't let the lack bother him, and continued to give George what he wanted.
“Are you watching, George? Your eyes keep closing, watch now.” He continued to stroke and pull the man closer. George would be able to feel Nicholas' erection against his hip and thigh, know that the idea of fucking this man made Nicholas hard and needy.
“Take me,” he said, pleading.
“Give it to me,” Nicholas demanded, crushing the man in his grip, letting his finger slip into his ass at last.
“Oh, Lord,” George cried, his knees bending as he throbbed in Nicholas' hand.
Yuki definitely has Eiko on her mind. Don't forget to read all the other teasers on the blog.
Yuki put a finishing stroke on her calligraphy. In a single evening, she had not only caught up on all her classwork, but worked ahead so that the next morning, she could indulge herself. It had been months since she picked up her brush and inkstone.
After a little research, she took a stab at the Kanji for Eiko. She put her own name beside and slightly below. It wasn’t her best work, but she was out of practice. It wasn’t terrible either, and Yuki hoped it was nice enough to hang.
Leaving the paper to dry, Yuki went walking. Passing through the market, she noted a store that she had avoided up until now. Yuki would never have bought such a thing for herself, but she loved the idea of using a toy to please Eiko. The first items neither intimidated nor interested her, however, the next shelves were filled with facsimile penises, too masculine. Some toys were shaped like fingers or hands, but Yuko passed by those as well. Her nose and cheeks started to burn and throb. Finally, near the register, she found the vibrating wands and bullets. She selected one shaped like an egg.
Happy Saturday! I have a sexy moment from the next Blue Moon House prequel, Vampire. This story is about Nicholas, the only addition to the house as vampire (all the others were changed when they joined). He has found the handsome cousin of one of his male lovers that has had no sexual adventures of her own. He must tread carefully with the skittish virgin.
“I don't know what to do,” she admitted, her voice wavering.
He smiled and stood, pulling her to her feet. One hand held her back, the other her neck, keeping her close, her breasts pressed to his chest. Tipping his head, his nose barely missed brushing hers and he felt her eyelashes when they fluttered.
“I'm afraid,” she said, perfectly still.
“I'm not,” he told her, shifting enough to bring his lips to meet hers.
Welcome to Friday Flasher Fiction, where we share 100 words based on the same picture. You can find all the participants on our blog.
“Ready?”
He closed his eyes. “Yes.” He wasn't. He had no idea how he would bear having her so close and keeping his hands to himself.
“Are you sure this is all right, Adam?” she asked.
“Please, continue,” he said through clenched teeth.
Eve obeyed and leaned over to put the blade to his left cheek.
Adam sighed heavily, hands twitching . In three quick strokes, the cheek was finished. He took another breath, as she wiped the blade. She gave the same to the right cheek, reaching over him again. Her breath was in his ear now. He was losing his mind.
Hello and welcome back to Thursday Tasters. I wandered away from this blog feature, but I'm back now! I'm sharing a WIP that currently has no home. It's a short piece, 7K, so it shouldn't take many weeks to share it. For those enjoying my Tuesday Teasers about Yuki and Eiko, you'll probably like this Japanese themed story as well.
Nabiki watched her sister transform before her eyes. They had been the same before, both in simple dresses, both with long black hair hanging free, but this was Sakura’s festival, her name day. The cherry blossoms drifted on the breeze outside the window, behind the woman that used to be her sister.
Nabiki had the very beginnings of breasts, but Sakura, three years older, filled out her kimono perfectly. The red and golden fabric shone brightly against her yellow-brown skin. Would it still darken in the summer? They both spent more than enough time outside to turn dark before fall, but as a woman, would Sakura change? Would she hide from the sun the way her mother and Yukiko did? Mother said the sun turned their skin rough and added lines before their time.
The kimono was old, Nabiki wasn’t sure how old, but Yukiko had worn it a few years ago for her festival, Yuki-matsuri, the snow festival . It would be Nabiki’s turn soon. It seemed too thin when Yukiko wore it in winter, and too thick for her festival in the summer, but perfect for Sakura.
Mother powdered and painted Sakura’s face while Nabiki watched. Her long hair was coiled and pinned, completing her sister’s transformation into a woman. Sakura’s eyes watered and Mother snatched a tissue to dab the corners.
“No tears,” she warned. “Such bad luck.”
“You are beautiful, Sakura,” Nabiki told her, still in awe.
Her thin but bright red lips split in a familiar smile. Her sister was still in there somewhere. Yukiko poked her head in. “Nearly ready?” She was dressed and made up in the same fashion, looking more like Mother than Nabiki. Yukiko had selected her own kimono, gathering pieces to match her. It was white and pink with an icy blue obi. She looked like she just fell out of a snow cloud. What would Sakura choose? Something pink like the cherry blossoms?
For now she wore Mother’s first kimono, Yukoko’s first kimono, Sobo’s first kimono and many other women before that. After the festival, the kimono would be carefully folded, sealed and stored until Nabiki’s turn.
“Father is waiting,” Yukiko reminded them. Sakura leaned back into her heels, carefully rising so as not to snag her skirts. Mother was already on her feet, so Nabiki trotted out the door, past her oldest sister and toward her father, standing in the entry with his shoes on.
Nabiki kicked off her slippers and tossed them on the rack, slipping into her pretty black dress shoes with silver buckles. Mother, Yukiko and Sakura all slipped on geta that disappeared under their skirts. As soon as they arrived at the festival grounds, Yukiko took Sakura’s arm and led her past the first trees and toward the stalls set up.
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Returning to Blue Moon House, Nicholas joined the gentlemen in the parlor. Many were less than gentile, but all were men of substance, able to pay their way. An older woman that he'd only glimpsed before ruled the roost, keeping the men when a girl came to take one away.
“You will remain where you are,” she told one man who nearly ambushed a blond girl dressed in red. Unlike typical whorehouses, the men didn't pick the women here. And judging by the number of men in the parlor, not all of them would be seen tonight. The whores here must be especially good. The blond girl, who pointed to another man. That lead the first to try attacking him, in hopes of taking his place.
Nicholas was faster than the crone, standing between them. He faced the aggressor. “The lady made her choice.”
“Stinking whores,” he complained, turning and leaving.
The other man moved to the girl's side, walking with her to another room. Nicholas felt eyes around the room focus on him.
“Nicholas, sir?” the older woman called, raising a hand slightly. She dropped her voice so only he could hear. “Sophia told me of you. I'm Judith, the madam of the house. Thank you. I am unable to keep order when they degenerate to beating one another.” In this case, Judith was the madam in stature only. It was clear Sophia ran the house.
Men waiting to be chosen
Nicholas smirked. “Once they start beating, I usually leave them to it,” he admitted. “But there is little risk to me standing in the way of the first blow.”
She inclined her head in agreement and thanks. The men, in general seemed better behaved after the near altercation than before. Nicholas, taking that as an effect of his presence, strode up and down the room, making sure to square his shoulders and regard each man in turn. As it happened, he found another lover in the mix. When he met the man's brown eyes, they seemed to burn but not in anger.
Nicholas finished his circuit of the room and returned to the man's side. “Seems they can be gentleman when required.”
The man smiled. “I wondered, sir, if you would like to step out with me. The room seems confining tonight.”
Nicholas looked to Judith whose lips curled very slightly as she bowed her head to him. She had been seeing to this crowd before his arrival. She would see to it now. “I would enjoy the fresh air,” he agreed, taking the lead. “I am Nicholas,” he said as they entered the street.
“George. I will admit, I was impressed by your superiority in there. You were not obviously the better of either man, yet neither seemed prepared to cross you.”
This will follow a previous teaser. Yuki has been searching for Eiko. Don't forget to read all the other teasers on the blog.
“Good morning, Yuki-chan,” Eiko said, smiling. She lifted a hand and wiggled her fingers at Yuki’s reflection.
“I was scared. Scared you didn’t want me. That I wasn’t good,” Yuki croaked.
Eiko hushed her, hugging Yuki again and kissing her ear. “Oh, Yuki-chan. I do love you, and want you, very much. I’ve never experienced anything like that with anyone, and I hope we can do it again.”
“We can!” Yuki said sharply then colored in embarrassment. Several students turned to look where before they had been avoiding staring at the couple. Yuki dropped her voice. “We will,” she promised. “Tonight?” She silently chided herself. She was being as forward as the women in those bars.
Eiko continued to hold Yuki’s hands. “Tomorrow,” she said. “I need to spend tonight with my sister.”
“Tomorrow,” Yuki agreed. “I need to study tonight anyway.” Now that her mind was eased, her procrastination shamed her. Knowing she would see Eiko tomorrow, she could use the evening to catch up.
“For now, tea?” Eiko asked, cocking her head toward the door.
“Yes. Just a moment.” Yuki hustled into one of the stalls, eager to be on her way.
Emily Macque, a young, beautiful junior partner in her father’s law firm, is but a heartbeat away from love or destiny. Duty brings Emily to a frozen Island estate two hundred and fifty miles north of Chicago. Devotion requires she delve into the property history to settle an estate probate. Death lures her into the arms of the shadows seduction created by the flickering light and dark shadows.
What flames the timeless passions spanning the decades? Love, desire or obsession?
Colin Jorgenson, once a Great Lakes mariner, is a strong man haunted by love and loss. How long will he return each night, gripped by desire, hoping to find the woman he has loved for a century?
Beneath the pristine Island beauty, passions hungered, lingered in the ardent darkness. His passions, fueled by decades of loneliness and longing, could no longer be denied. Will they face eternity together or love in secret as dark things are to be loved between the shadows and the soul?
It all started with death. Emily Macque's Uncle John died and she was sent by her father's law firm to handle his probate, personal affairs, and summer estate. She was also sent there to rest as she was recently diagnosed with a heart condition. Such is the beginning of Muffy Wilson's The Para-Portage of Emily. Emily's stay was supposed to be uneventful. However, as she dug deeper, she uncovered more than what was normal. Muffy Wilson wrote about a love which transcends time. In the Para-Portage of Emily, this love was put under scrutiny and was explained thoroughly.
The novel was exquisitely done. It was written with such grace that even when it took time to uncover all the mysteries, it was worth it in the end. The dialogues were cleanly written, too. This was a book I had the pleasure of savoring. How Muffy Wilson wrote it will give readers the right feel. The sensitive details were written with such grace that it didn't sound too much. In terms of the characters, they were like real life people. They were suitable for the story and not out of place. As far as I'm concerned, I'm in love with Emily. In addition to that, I was torn between Colin and Cooper. Overall, I think The Para-Portage of Emily is a wonderful, seductive read. It's definitely a page-turner. If you are a fan of romance, this book is an indulgence. It was mine.
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Their is a nice mix between paranormal, romance and mystery in the book and you can see that Muffy Wilson combines them very well in this book. I must say that just the way of combining things into one book is what makes this book so good. It is not just pure anything, but more than pure awesome.
I like how the story is told and how the book is written. The style and tone is very well done and the tone of the language and how the language is used to drag the reader in, is what makes the book so good. Emily is also a very entertaining character that I like a lot and at first I was unsure about her but the more I got to know her the better I liked her. The character development and how they grow and change in the book is also very nice and very well done. You can see the character changing and growing in the story and how they react to things in the story to a good way.
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“My darling…how I have missed you. While you were away today, my love, I thought of little else but you. I wrote to you. Let me read to you what I wrote…
There is a captivating sort of magical look in your eyes that tells me there are a few surprises lurking within that beautiful brain—and mayhap, those loins—of yours.
It is the kind of look that invites me to step closer, much closer, until we are touching
but not touching; just sort of "feeling" each other's presence.
My face hovers so close to your own and our eyes are not just locked into each other but more magnetically drawn, like moonbeams.
I reach up and brush the side of your face with my hand,
and your face is so close I can feel the warmth rising from you.
I keep my eyes on yours as long as the connection will last and then
I lean down and gently, ever so gently, brush my lips on yours.
It is positively electric and without noticing our bodies are suddenly pressed fully against each other pushing with a sense of urgency and need.
Our mouths press together and tongue seeks tongue,
warmth seeks warmth and need seeks need…
We kiss for what seems like forever or perhaps just an instant,
but who really knows…
Things happen for reasons, good reasons we have no business questioning or comprehending…
Here. Now. I want you…
I want to look into those mischievous eyes and see them soften with desire.
I want to look up at your face from my explorations of your velvet folds and see a look of complete passionate surrender overtake you.
I want to feel my touch move you to places we can only explore together…
I want you to sit astride me, so I can look up at you.
And I want you to ride me to the edge of the abyss, where we both hover,
hang in that sweet incalculable moment;
that moment of wanting to tumble over, to plummet, but wanting even more to NOT…
to have it last, as long as we can stand it,
there on the edge of cataclysmic satisfaction,
but holding it off, and holding it, and holding it, and….
I can't wait for when you finally gasp and sob and
your body spasms and lurches and you fall against my chest,
our bodies pushed together in the heat and the fertile humidity
and your hair cascades across my face and I breathe you in;
I breathe US in, rich, earthy, the smell of fresh baked bread, or just uncorked champagne.
“Come with me, my love, come. Let me show you the depth of my passion, the breadth of my yearning, the hunger I bear for only you in this, our game of love.”
“Colin, beloved…it is no game to me, for you are my life, my breath, my heartbeat.”
The woman rose to her petite height in her buttoned high-heeled boots tight at her small ankles. She was dressed in a broad skirt cinched tightly at the waist with a wide leather belt. Her blouse was broad and blouson with a cascading lace flurry, pinned by a jewel-encrusted cameo, from her small neck down. She wore a short-waisted, scalloped jacket, collarless, a single button under her ample bodice, sporting three-quarter sleeves which exposed an explosion of lace ruffles at the cinched wrists of the blouse beneath. Her wild auburn hair was tied up in ribbons and curls which he released with a mere tug on a single velvet end. The red-hued ringlets of silken curls fell around her shoulders to her back and breasts. The soft wisps of curls framed the beauty that was her face and her eyes softened with love and desire.
“Disrobe, Amalya, here before the fireplace, in the moonlight and heat of our love. Take the shackles which separate us off one by beautiful one and leave them in a puddle of cotton and gabardine at your feet. Leave but the pearls that adorn your earlobes and neck and let them pale in your shadow.”
“Colin, you flatter me so, but I adore it and would never deny your wishes. Here, sit in your chair, by Puppy, and I shall dance for you by firelight, moonlight and God’s light. For our love is a love that is pure and true. I waited my entire life for you to claim me as your own. I will not deny myself the pleasures of your desires—nor mine.”
Muffy, likened in style to one of the Bronte sisters and Anne Rice, is an award winning bestselling author of provocative romance about love, sex, hope and passion. An American author of the popular Shadow Seduction Series (a paranormal love story) and the Ribbons of Moonlight Series (a contemporary romance), she has penned a dozen other books and anthology collections.
Muffy was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and 'came of age' in France which forged her joie de vivre and love for books and writing. Married and living in the tropical paradise of SW Florida along the Gulf Coast, Muffy writes and enjoys life in the sun with her husband and wee Havanese pup, Burt.
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Happy Saturday! I don't have a vacation that I can recall, but I do have a significant journey. Here are seven paragraphs in which Terrance tries to convince his vampire friends to travel with him to America.
“You need to go somewhere you won't be recognized. Do you think any of your kind have been to America?”
All eyes widened at the suggestion. The vampires immediately began whispering, their words fast and hard to hear. Terrance addressed Kate. “I don't imagine Crane would chase you all the way to America. You could start fresh, as so many do there.”
She smiled back at him. “I can't say the idea of sailing so far doesn't frighten me. I think I can overcome it. What will I do there?”
“What you can. I won't turn you out the moment we arrive. You can stay with me until you find a place.”
Kate shook her head. “You are too good to me. I will owe you so much.”
The whispering stopped. “The trip will be very difficult for us,” Sophia told him. “Not only will we be confined during the day, we will only have you to feed on. We might...err.” Sophia's eyes shifted to her companions who both looked uneasy.
“If Kate comes, and there are two of us, that will make it easier, right?”
There was plenty of food to eat, and the farm prospered. Lorene started looking younger and more attractive. Jack was no longer thin and weak. His body was admired by girls, boys his age, and men, especially Zeke and Adam. He developed muscles to fill out his large frame, looking more like his father every day.
One day while working with Zeke, when Adam was at market, Jack paused and scrutinized Zeke, who worked with his shirt off. Zeke noticed Jack’s interest from the corner of his eye. He wiped the sweat from his brow with his right hand and slid his left hand from his neck to his ribcage, down to his bellybutton. Then his fingers traced over his belt buckle to the swelling bulge in his trousers. Closely observing Jack’s reaction, Zeke grinned. He turned toward Jack, who was wiping his brow and unbuttoning his shirt. Zeke started walking through the field toward Jack. They both stared at each other, feeling something carnal. As Zeke approached, Jack started toward Zeke until they were close enough to kiss. Zeke leaned in and kissed Jack. Slowly removing their remaining clothes, they settled on a comfortable spot under a large, old elm tree. Lying down next to Zeke, Jack explored the farmhand’s hairy chest, which was very much like his father’s had been. Jack had only a few sprouts on his nipples and a line running from his ribcage to his navel. While his mouth sucked on Zeke’s nipples, one of Jack’s hands cupped Zeke’s hard dick delicately. The young man was inhibited and proceeded cautiously, as this was his first time with a man. Zeke, lying motionless but aroused, allowed Jack to explore his body. Zeke finally took command, rolling Jack on his back. Expressing his sexual attraction for the younger man, Zeke kissed the crown of Jack’s penis, opening his mouth and swallowing his cock to his balls. After a slight hesitation, he slid his lips firmly up and down Jack’s shaft, slowly at first, then gradually moving faster and faster, until Jack lifted his pelvis and groaned in satisfaction.
After staying in that position momentarily, Zeke stood up. ”You can have mine tonight when your mom and Adam fall asleep. We’ll continue this, more comfortably, in your bed. I’ll come to your bedroom around midnight.” They both dressed and went back to work, toiling aggressively to prove their strength and endurance before each other.
Jack was ecstatic while they thinned the sprouts of corn, anxiously anticipating more action after his first sexual moment with a man; one who still aroused him, indicated by the his erection bulging beneath his trousers.
At midnight, Zeke entered the room, naked, and slipped quietly into bed with Jack. They fondled and kissed for a long time, until Zeke whispered in his ear, “What would you like to try tonight? I can tell by your dick you’re hungry to be satisfied. Do you want me to suck it again? Or do you want to try mine?”
“I want to do you so bad, but I’d love for you to suck me until I’m dry. Is there any way we could do it together?” Jack panted and squirmed, feeling Zeke’s skin touching his own.
“Yes. It’s called sixty-nine. Let me show you how it is done, or have you already imagined what to do?”
Jack nodded his understanding of how to proceed.
“Show me how you’d like to do it then.”
Jack rolled Zeke onto his back. While sitting up, Jack tossed the sheet and blanket over the foot of the bed. “Scoot your body down.”
Zeke followed his instructions. “Let your fantasies go wild.”
Reversing his position, Jack perched his knees above Zeke’s head and lowered his crotch to Zeke’s open mouth. When Zeke’s lips locked onto the young man’s dick, Jack bent his head down to the farmhand’s erect cock. His mouth descended on Zeke’s large penis to his balls, sending a rippling roll of chills throughout Jack’s body. He raised his head and repeated the movement. Zeke responded, pulling Jack’s crotch to his mouth and then pushing it up, just enough for the tip of his penis to remain in his mouth. He adjusted his movements to accommodate Jack’s awkward jerks until they were in unison, ultimately satisfying each other with simultaneous blowjobs.
Jack collapsed on top of Zeke and then rolled onto his side.
Zeke maneuvered his body until his head lay beside Jack’s. “Hey, stud, that’s some fantasy. You were a bit sloppy at first, but after a while you kept up with our rhythm. I couldn’t have taught you better myself.”
“I still crave more of you.” Jack’s confession was made clear by the erection he still maintained in the dim light.
“No problem. I can take care of that.” Zeke understood the hormones raging in the young man’s body. He rolled Jack onto his back to suck his dick a second time. But when Jack came close to orgasm, Zeke ceased sucking, loosening his lips until Jack’s cock stopped throbbing and he gradually stopped panting so strenuously. Then Zeke continued, practicing this procedure several times until Jack’s hands grabbed Zeke’s head, forcing it down to his groin, finally climaxing a second time.
After they lie recuperating and their breathing returned to normal, they talked until nearly dawn, and then Zeke slipped out of Jack’s bedroom.
Pablo Michaels disguised himself as a shy, friendly heterosexual during his adolescence, fantasizing other males. Falling in love with another man his first year in college, he followed him to another university to maintain their platonic love, while he continued in his in studies. When he had his first sexual encounter with another man, just before turning twenty-one, he exploded into gay life with lust and anger. He attempted to live his new life naturally, seeking love, ignoring the statistics of the books he read on homosexuality in high school, and proving what he had read was wrong. He wrote poetry and stories since third grade. When he turned twenty-one, he moved to San Francisco to work and write, experiencing more of gay life. In the 1980's he wrote every chance he had, trying and failing miserably at publishing mainstream fiction. He published his first story in 1986 in a literary magazine.
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Yuki expected to run into Eiko in the afternoon and was disappointed when the redhead didn’t appear. She spotted Mina, however, and decided to take a chance and ask.
The elegant Mina was talking with a very handsome young man, one dressed to show he came from a rich family. Yuki would never address someone so obviously above her class, but Mina had no such impediment. Yuki would have let them pass without interruption, but she was too eager to spend time with Eiko.
“Good day, Kita-san,” Yuki said, greeting Mina. “Sempai,” she murmured, bowing to the gentleman. He didn’t answer and Mina’s countenance went from open and friendly to angry in the time it took Yuki to say hello.
“I don’t know you,” she accused.
“I know,” Yuki stammered, “but I wondered if you could tell me where your sister is.” She didn’t meet either Mina’s or the man’s gaze, her eyes fixed on her shoes.
“I am not my sister’s keeper,” she snapped, walking away. Before leaving earshot, Yuki heard Mina’s voice return to the soft, laughing tone it had had before crossing paths. Yuki wasn’t sure what to make of Mina’s response.
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Eva Zayas has finally come of age. As a witch, she's always had the gift of intuition, but nothing has prepared her for the full extent of her power. The dark man watching her from the shadows knows the truth, though. Hades has waited for her for decades -- his chosen Queen, the woman fated to become his everything. He'll do anything to have her at his side and in his bed for all eternity, even if unlocking her true identity means risking both of their lives.
Isis Pierce is possessed by the spirit of an ancient Egyptian fertility god. But that's beside the point...she'd cheerfully pen smutty tales even without his influence. A former Librarian, Isis has recently decided to change careers and put her vast experience of all things naughty into your hot little hands. Careful, she just might set your e-reader on fire.
Hi there! Thanks for having me today. I’m thrilled to be here. This is my first interview and I can’t wait to interact with you and the readers! Welcome aboard Isis! Let's get started!
How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing?
A little bit over 3 years, though I don’t have many of my works published because my muse likes to start stories and then shiny new stories come along she wants to play with. Working on finishing up several manuscripts now. I came into writing from being a reader and wanting the chance to write something I’d want to read as a reader or how I’d like an Alpha male to be. Strong, Able to provide, comes off gruff but with his mate? He is sweet and mushy and says all the right things. What are the best and the worst aspects of writing?
Time is both the best and the worst. The best because with time you improve the quality of your work. The worst because there is never enough time in a day to write as much as you’d like to. It’s a classic case of Catch 22.
What inspires you to write?
Deadlines LOL! ;) Those are some damn motivating factors when you’ve got work due and you aren’t publishing it on your own. I’ve found deadlines motivate me a lot more than I motivate myself, because in the end if I’m in a boxed set if I don’t turn something in that is affecting not just myself but several other authors. I’m also inspired by the love and extreme passion I have with my husband. There are definitely pieces of my hubby in all my heroes. He’s my book boyfriend of choice! <3 What is the title of your story included in Alpha Fever? How did you come up with this story?
"Hade’s Playground" is my title in Alpha Fever. This was one of the uncompleted manuscripts I talked about above. I came up with this story because I’ve always loved Greek mythology and just being able to put the focus on Hade’s, who is one of my favorite Greek gods just appealed to me.
How did you conduct your research for Hade’s Witch?
Just double checked my facts on relationships, since we all know that Greek relationships to each other and other people are difficult to follow. I had to verify indeed Dionysus was Hade’s nephew. He’s the son of Zeus, but I wanted to double check that before adding any snippets about Hade’s being his Uncle. What are 3 of your favorite lines/quotes from Hade’s Witch?
“Hades,” the growl that tore from Eva’s throat could have rivaled that of any shifter and the sound caused Hades to chuckle darkly.
“I said, please what?” he repeated the question, his voice low and mocking.
He was ready to put her over his knee and spank the correct answer out of her. What would your friends say is your best quality?
This one is hard for me. They would probably say my big heart or my loving personality. I am an extremely positive person and believe in putting good thoughts/words out into the Universe. I don’t like negativity or dealing with drama and I’ve found the difference to positive/negative in your life is your reaction to those instances. Life can be bad and you can focus on the negative of that…but ultimately you still feel bad when you focus on the negative. If you focus on the positive of any situation, it’s still bad..but a positive attitude makes it easier to deal with. I’ve learned to just laugh when something happens, like dropping my soda all over the floor. I just giggle and mop it up and then I’m not so pissy afterwards LOL ;)
Are reader reviews important to you?
Yes and no. I think for writers it’s important to tell your story as your characters speak to you. Of course you want your fans to like your books and constructive criticism is always helpful, but ultimately it’s about obeying your Muse and getting the story out there to shut her up ;)
Do you have any blogs/websites?
I do not have any blogs for Isis at the moment, though I’ll probably look into getting a website later with a link to series and their order, as I publish more. I do however have a newsletter that readers are welcome to sign up to here: http://eepurl.com/bIGKZj
I will only send out an email when I have any new releases and will not spam/share your email with anyone else. This is strictly for my new books and stories so you can keep up :)
What do you do when you don’t write?
I spend time with my amazing husband, either talking or watching movies/shows. I got him into Game of Thrones and Outlander so it’s always a blast watching new episodes with each other. We also have our 4 month old daughter Fate who joins in on the movie watching, though her preference is more Winnie the Pooh vs. Outlander LOL! ;) Tell us about your other books?
Currently I have Professor Cox from my Riding Professor Cox erotic short story. He’s a sexy Greek God looking professor and his student finds out just how sexy he really is when she finds out she’s failing his class.
Onyx is my delicious vampire from Witch Playground (a short story) from the Alpha Heat free boxed set, who’s willing to step up and help witch Samantha out with a huge fine for breaking paranormal law, if she’ll spend a night with him.
The last hero I’ve got published is Hade’s from Hade’s Playground. He meets his future mate Eva Zayas and discovers a startling secret about her, which could put both their lives at risk if he lets himself be jealous.
If you could share one thing about yourself that you would like readers to know what would it be?
I’m the geekiest gal you’d probably meet. I love all the Harry Potter movies, all the Lord of the Ring movies, all the Hobbit movies. My hubby laughs at me because whenever we are watching one of them I’m always saying the line before it even is spoken and he’ll be like “what?” and then a second later the character will say the line and he just laughs and shakes his head at me.
I just wanted to say thanks for having me today! I love talking with readers and authors a like and you are more than welcome to come stalk me on my facebook page if you’d like to chat or see what I’m working on next ;) *hugs* Thank you Isis! Our time here together has been very refreshing and enlightening! We would love to connect with you!
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