#MidWeekTease Ethereal Guardian

Hello teasers and teasees! For November, I've been working on a pair of stories to round out my Ethereal series. Here's a little taste from Ethereal Guardian, Ember's story. Plot point from the previous books, Ember, Gwen and Summer (three of the four witches) were sexually assaulted by Duncan, a classmate.

Just then Connor came around a corner. “You came!” He ran over and picked her up, swinging her in a circle. “This is fantastic.”
She giggled and held onto him. “Didn’t feel fantastic, but it wasn’t terrible either.”
“That’s good. Really good. Follow me.” He held her hand and pulled her behind him to his room. He opened the door but didn’t enter. She couldn’t help but notice the picture of herself that he had taped to his mirror. The room wasn’t spotless, but it was tidy enough, a set of scrubs on the floor.
She froze in place. His bedroom, his bed. Her mouth went dry and she started trembling.
“Whoa. Take it easy there,” he whispered, kissing her ear. “Just wanted to show you. I hoped you’d step inside, but we can do that next time. I want you to be comfortable here. To feel this is your space as well as mine. I know we can’t have that today, but we will. I know it.”

Her trembling subsided. “Yeah, not today. Do you mind going? Anywhere else?”
“Of course.” Still holding her hand, he turned her around. “Where to, lovely lady?”
She smiled. “My place. With a stop for food. You showed me your room. I want to show you mine.”
“Sounds fabulous. Especially the food part.” He grinned and she had to mirror it, happiness bubbling in her belly now that the fear was further behind her.
Sooner than she expected, Ember held open the door to her bedroom. “This is it.”
Connor stepped in, lingering near the door. “Nice. Way bigger than mine.”
Ember bounced on the bed, tucking her legs beneath her. “Yeah, not by much, but I have the rest of the house.” She tucked a curl behind her ear and out of her eyes. “You can come closer. I’m not going freak out.” She patted the bed beside her.
“Oh, good.” He copied her, plopping down hard enough to bounce and making her wobble.
She laughed and grabbed for her pillow, hugging it and talking herself down. You’re not freaking out. He isn’t jumping on you, just the bed. Everything is good.

Poor Ember. Duncan has really made her life difficult. :(

#MidWeekTease Sin & Seduction boxed set ~ Ethereal Protector

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This excerpt is from a bad encounter for Summer, but her protector is there when she needs him.

In her room, Duncan was quick to join her on the bed, sliding one hand up her shorts and the other under her shirt.
At first, Summer reveled in it, loving how his fingers felt on her skin, how hot she became. She’d only had sex once before, but this rush was familiar.
She broke their kiss and he moved seamlessly to her ear, pressing more of his body against hers. His hand fumbled at his waist, opening his fly.
No longer completely comfortable with how quickly she was moving, how this seemed headed straight to intercourse, Summer knew she had to get the reins back. She planted her hands on his chest. “Duncan, slow down.”
“You feel so good.” He moaned as his hand covered her breast, catching her nipple between his fingers. He pinched, pulling it slightly.
Distracted, it took Summer another heartbeat to reassert herself. This felt wonderful, but she wasn’t prepared to have sex with him tonight. “Really, Duncan, back off, okay?”
The hand in her shorts came out and attacked her fly, pushing fabric aside.
“No, Duncan, stop, get off me.” She was torn between yelling at him and not wanting to wake Gwen and Paige.
“You want it. I can smell it.” He gripped the crotch of her shorts and panties, yanking both down as much as he could.
“No. I don’t want it. Stop.”
The lights flickered and the door slammed into the wall. Her photo of Mom and Dad flew from the dresser to knock Duncan solid on the temple. His eyes rolled up and he went limp.

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#midweektease Winter's Embrace

Back at the beginning of the year, Winter's Embrace was part of the Wayward Magic boxed set. Now it's available as a stand alone novel. I thought I'd share the opening scene for my tease today. You can purchase on most retail sites: Amazon, iBooks, Nook and Kobo. Find it on Goodreads too.

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Rumours were that these grey fae were Mab's children, but how one fae could bear so many baffled her. They ranged from deep, dark soot color, much like the completely black Mab, to one female who seemed pure white. The starkness of their line was so different from the riot of color in Summer. Verte had brilliant green hair with streaks of brown like branches. Her skin was the green-brown of a flush twig about to burst into full leaf. Her brothers ranged from Russo's red-brown skin and rusty hair to Aurum's brilliant yellow, rivalling Goldenrod, his sister, behind him. They were full siblings, as Verte was with Folio and Oliver. Both ignored her, focusing on their father and the Winter fae.
Rushing murmurs came from both sides as the monarchs bowed their heads to one another before returning to their armies.
“Done.” Tristan turned back toward his faeries. “I have need of volunteer from among my daughters.”
Verte looked to Goldenrod, Rose, and Violet. She was the oldest of them. Seeing fear in their eyes, she stepped forward.
“How can I be of use, Father?”
“Verte, always true,” he said, his large hand, the color and texture of centuries old bark cupping her cheek. His hair curled like moss on a stump. “I need you to be the sign of our truce. They lost a daughter to one of our sons. In exchange for peace, you will wed one of theirs.”
Her brothers clamoured and argued with him, angry at this turn of events. Her stomach twisted in a knot. Marry one of those colorless fae? Embrace Winter? Unlike humans, unions among faeries were eternal. She couldn't put him aside when she tired of him, or vice versa. Her father asked the impossible. And yet, it seemed the impossible—peace—was exactly what they needed.
Speaking loudly and clearly to be heard over her brothers, Verte said, “I can do this, but I can never be Winter.”

Her brothers grumbled more quietly so she had no trouble hearing her father, his voice a breeze through leaves. “No, and you need only reside there every other season, bringing your husband here on the others.”
It would be a lie to say the prospect didn't frighten her, but she was at least as strong as any Winter fae. If he could spend a season melting in Summer, she could endure a little freezing.
“When?”
“Soon. There is one more thing, Verte. I know you haven't had many lovers.” In fact, there were only two. Neither Cocoa nor Roan inspired her passion and they experimented rather than loved. “We will need to witness your union,” he finished.
That brought new arguments from her brothers, loud and heated. She wanted to yell with them, deny this possibility, claim she wasn't able to do it. But that would be a lie as well. She had modesty, but what was baring flesh next to opening it in war?
Her throat rasped when she shouted, “I will do it! I will sacrifice for the peace.”

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#FlasherFictionFriday Reciprocity

Well, this one went dark. In my mind the daughter is actually 18 and the mother looks much younger than she is, but still... dark. Enjoy all the 100 word takes on this photo by hopping to the blog.

Gasping, his head hung limp. Looking down, streaks of sweat and dirt stained the denim of his shirt. What would he give for a sip of water? The answer stared him in the face.
“Admit it! You took her in your office, held her there until she agreed to pleasure you.”
He couldn’t look into the mother’s eyes, couldn’t face himself.
Yanking his hair, she pressed near enough their noses touched. “I…Yeah.” He tried to pull free, look away, but she stopped him.
“Then you won’t mind doing the same.”
His eyes widened as she hiked her skirt.
“Filthy man.”

#MidWeekTease Dynamic Destiny

Welcome to another MidWeekTease! I'm sharing another snippet from Dynamic Destiny. Let's take a closer look at Destiny in her week-day persona, shall we?

“Destiny, come here, please.”
She saved the new appointment and passed Mrs. Johnson her prescription. “There you go. The date’s at the bottom and I’ll call to remind you.”
“Thank you, Destiny.” The older woman folded the paper carefully before tucking it into her purse.
“Destiny!” Dr. Edgerton’s voice drew the attention of everyone in the waiting room.
“Excuse me,” Tucking a file under her arm, she hurried to the exam room. “Yes, Doctor?”
Mr. Lemon sat on the table while the doctor paced. As soon as he saw her, he threw an empty box into the recycle bin beside her, making her jump. It could easily have hit her. “You must restock these. I need tongue depressors.”
They’re in the closet next door. She thought it rather than speak, ducking out of the room. Moments later, she put the opened box in its place. Dr. Edgerton snatched one but didn’t acknowledge her. Slipping out again, she sighed before returning to her desk.
“Destiny?” The softer voice of Nurse Williams, Joyce, was better than the doctor’s bark. “We have a pap next and I can’t find the extra slides.”
Destiny opened the closet again, shifting samples and disposables, most in plastic packaging, until she found the box at the back. “Last one. I’ll order more.”
“Thanks, Destiny. Don’t let him get you down.”

“I try.” She hurried back to her desk where she jotted slides on a sticky note so she would remember to order them when the phone stopped ringing.
Dr. Edgerton was always demanding but rarely so inconsiderate. He kept her hopping, insisting that if he wasn’t taking a break, no one else could have the time for one either.
Destiny opened her lunch at the desk, using the hour they were closed to order slides and tests. She kicked off her shoes and wriggled her toes while she nibbled salmon wrapped in lettuce. Leftover from the night before, the herb crust was no longer crunchy but just as tasty.
“Destiny? Bring my lunch?”
With a sigh, she stepped into her shoes before walking to the end of the hall. There she opened the tiny fridge tucked in the last exam room. The table was old and the stirrups had gone missing years ago. They never used it, so this fridge made a good place to stash lunches. The one with medications and immunizations sat in exam room one. Pulling out the cloth wrapped bundle, she trudged to the closet that doubled as the doctor’s office.
He hunched over a desk, scrolling through pages on his computer. Dialysis. She didn’t ask how Miss Elliot was doing, knowing it wasn’t good.
“We could move you to exam four.” She set the lunch beside his mouse.
“No. Need that, just in case. I’m fine.”
“Okay.” Her gaze fell on Dr. Edgerton and the shadow along his jaw that matched the dark shining hair he combed to the left. He kept it cut short, but today, the ends curled slightly. Thick and glossy, Destiny had imagined running her hands through it more than once. However, the handsome doctor had made it clear she wasn’t his equal. Nurse Williams only came close to that standing.

#TantalizingTuesday Dynamic Destiny

Sharing from a WIP that's about to go to editor. Here are 200 words from Dynamic Destiny. Hop to the blog to read all the contributions.

“We were working. I had to be the boss. Now…you are my Mistress.” He held her hands. “If you need to wait for the weekend, I understand.”
She remained dumbstruck for a few more heartbeats. Deep down, in the back of her head, Mistress D found her way back. He hadn’t been submissive all day, but even towering over her, as he did now, he was bending to her, yielding to her. She had to return that trust. He deserved that and more. Thrusting her chest out, she took a commanding stance. “Yes. I think I know just the place. Follow, boy.” She crooked her finger and led him to exam room four. Stepping out of the doorway, she pointed to the exam table. “Remove your clothes and bend over that.”
Without hesitation, he did as instructed.
Dropping her shirt to the floor, she brought her hand back and smacked it hard on his brown bottom. He winced, gritting his teeth. Her spanking was fast and vicious, her palms burning in moments. Even though his butt must burn more, he didn’t call yellow. Slowing her, breathing she explained. “I want your ass to burn when you fuck me. Stand up.”

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#FlasherFictionFriday Cosmos

Been a while since a participated, but this photo actually inspired something (which with how closed my imagination has been lately, really means something!) Join the other Flasher Fiction Friday participants as we each post 100 words based on this picture:

Silvery liquid spilled in a steady stream from an unmarked black bottle. Master held both away from him, toward me, and I tried to identify it. Thicker than water but thinner than molasses, it oozed into the goblet, reminding me of blood. The offering lacked aroma as well, doubly negating the possibility that the contents were blood.
“To your health.” Master pulled the bottle back but pushed the goblet even further toward me. The contents swirled and the silver became stars orbiting a dark center.
Trusting him explicitly, I poured the contents down my throat. The world exploded around me.

#MidweekTease Dynamic Destiny

Happy Wednesday and first day of NaNoWriMo. I expect our numbers will fall slightly for the month, but I for one will try to continue to post either from my Nano WIP or other MS that are ready for betas and editors. Today, I have one looking for a beta. This Medical BDSM romance is lacking some connecting tissue and I'm ill-equipped to fill them in. I never know where its needed! What I do know, is how to develop a budding BDSM relationship. Here's Dr. Edgerton, a little farther down the path to submission.

“There. Rest, boy. We’ll start again soon.”
“Again?” He turned to look at her, forgetting the blindfold.

She pulled it off and her smile filled his vision. “Yes. You will have to see to my pleasure next, but rest now.”
His cock twitched at the thought even though he had no chance of getting hard again so soon. In that moment, the rush at the image of pleasuring her, pleasing her, he knew he had found his place, in her hands. A minute or two later, she wedged herself between him and the bench. Leaning back on it, she splayed her knees.
“Now, you’ve shown me how nimble your fingers are. Let’s see what you do without them. Just your mouth, please. If you need, I can tie your hands.”
His eyes locked on the downy short hair covering her mound. Pale, it nearly disappeared against her skin. “No, Mistress. That won’t be necessary.”
Dropping down, he inhaled her, waking his balls. Still spent, they echoed his cock in the desire to make a comeback.
He’d seen many vulvas in his office. Some with Brazilians, others with a fringe, and those who had never seen a blade. Mistress was perfect. Just long enough to be soft rather than bristly. Although easily overlooked, the hair was also good for chasing away ugly thoughts of adolescents. This was a woman.
He didn’t examine her as he did his patients. With them he wasn’t looking at a gaping pussy, but for discolored skin, sores, discharge, smells. Mistress, on the contrary, offered him a tempting treat and beautiful tableau.
Starting at her vagina and licking up, he used the full flat of his tongue to press over her urethra, flicking up at the end to catch her clit. Nose in her pubic hair, he worked his tongue around the hood protecting that barely exposed bud. It filled and grew into a tiny pea that he could close his lips on and suck.
Mistress cursed and gripped his hair in two fists, restricting his movement, preventing retreat. It didn’t stop him sliding down enough to thrust his tongue into her channel. He curled and straightened his tongue, falling sort of her g-spot but working over the sensitive entrance.
“Oh, yes. So good. So close.” Her legs tightened around his head and she started to quiver. Taking advantage of the moment, he pressed his upper lip and the slight stubble on it into her clit. Shaking his head up and down, side to side, he kept his tongue in place until she pushed him away.