Damaged Beauties

HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO UNCOVER A SECRET?

Pretty and hard-nosed investigative journalist, Virginia Tremont, has talked her editor into giving her an assignment - to find out what happened to her former teenage celebrity crush, who suddenly and mysteriously disappeared from the public eye ten years ago.

Virginia discovers that he now goes by the name of Ethan Greene. He is holed up in a mansion on a hill where strange things have been rumored to happen. Curiosity-seeking teenagers have been spooked. Young women have disappeared. Ethan himself is a recluse and is almost never seen.

Virginia engineers herself to be swept up in the strikingly handsome Ethan's world, where nothing is as it seems. Then there are the troubling entries in Ethan's diary: "He was here again. He wants to kill me. Take over this house completely."

Too late, Virginia finds herself falling for him, and he for her. But has Virginia put herself in the path of a danger she has totally unforeseen?

At 20,000 words, DAMAGED BEAUTIES is the first volume in the 'ROMANCED BY THE DAMAGED MILLIONAIRE' BDSM erotic romance series.

Excerpt:

We are both seemingly mesmerized by each other. Until I hear the clearing of someone's throat.

"Sir, please allow me to introduce Ms. Tremont to you."

I glance at Jeffrey, who is carrying yet another one of his endless trays, in the doorway leading to the kitchen, presumably. I stand up. My chair is pushed back by my knees.

David Kinney's spell is broken.

"I'm sorry," he says. His voice is the one I heard earlier downstairs. He walks to me, holding out his hand. "I'm Ethan Greene. I'm not used to having visitors."

"So I heard." I shake it. Our palms touch, and a delicious shiver travels down my spine. "I'm Virginia Tremont."

I will my hand not to tremble. I can't help but gaze into his large green eyes, which have captivated millions on the screen. Those very eyes which have rendered so many teenagers weak-kneed and trembling when he played the tortured vampire in Paradise Revisited.

"How are you feeling, Ms. Tremont?"

Feeling? Gad, does he know that my blood is running warm and cold all over my body? Can he tell from the temperature of my skin?

But of course, he's asking about the accident.

I laugh. It sounds a little too shrill for my liking. "Much better, thanks to Jeffrey."

"So I heard," he says, not taking his eyes off me. Do I dare say it, but there's a hunger in his gaze. A rapaciousness, as if the sight of me is an oasis after his long trek through the desert.

He goes to the back of my chair and pulls it out for me. "Please, sit. I'm glad you're able to join me for dinner tonight."

I'm amazed that his manners are impeccable. I sit, warmth suffusing my cheeks. I wonder if I'm blushing.

He has even dressed up for dinner, as though he's trying to impress me. He wears a cashmere jacket over a grey silk shirt. His clothes are tailor-made and expensive. They fit him like a glove.

Jeffrey serves whatever it is on his tray. I barely register what I'm eating. Oh, did I mention Jeffrey's cooking is excellent? I'm certainly not doing it justice tonight. My head is too busy whirling in the kaleidoscope of current events. And I believe I've completely forgotten to play damsel in post-traumatic head wound distress.

I have to be very careful not to let Ethan Greene know I'm a reporter . . . or that I know who he used to be. There's a time and place for everything, and if I play my cards too soon, he will recede. But I must say that I'm having trouble reconciling this polite, sophisticated man with the tortured scribblings I found in his journal.

Then again, the night is still young.

A Xmas Gift: The Sperm Donor

Here's one for the holidays, and it's set in London! I was in London a couple of weeks ago, so I was inspired to write this.

Now at a special holiday price of 99 cents!

Elise Ratner knows what she wants for Christmas (a sperm donor) and what she doesn't want (a husband). And who better to cater to her needs than her former high school boyfriend, the gorgeous and genetically superior Justin Morgan?

Such a pity he doesn't know it yet.

There are several catches though: Justin is in London, his career is at a peak, and he's dating his boss's daughter - a highly-strung, emotionally needy individual who commands Justin's full attention.

But Elise and Justin are not prepared for the sparks that fly when they meet again after twelve years. Will Justin be up to the task of donating his sperm to Elise at the fertility clinic, or would they both prefer him to do a direct deposit?

This is a 26,000 word erotic romance short novel.

EXCERPT:

The sandwich café is crowded with the lunchtime throng, but they have managed to secure a half-cleaned table at the back. Not exactly the best place for conversation, but she senses that he takes comfort from the familiar surroundings. After all, she did drop quite a bomb.

"So why didn't you get married?" he asks.

He's ready to talk, she senses it.

"I did get married."

He puts down his half-eaten sandwich. She is aware of several women at the other tables giving them surreptitious glances. They're checking him out, she thinks with a smile. Same old, same old. Some things never changed from high school. She was checking him out plenty too before they got it on.

"You never invited me to the wedding," he says, keeping his tone light.

She sighs inwardly. He's hurt, and she knows him all too well. He did always have a predilection for masking how he felt. Justin grew up in a strict home. His father was in the military, and he always gave precise instructions to his boys to 'handle it like a man'.

"It was a shotgun affair. Reno."

"He knocked you up?" he says, surprised.

"Not exactly." She shudders when she thinks of her marriage, but now is not the time to let Justin in on what happened. "It lasted for exactly a year and a half. Let's keep it at that."

He nods. He has always been one who respects other people's privacy. She has always admired this trait of his.

"No kids?"

"Obviously."

"Thought I'd ask, just in case."

"What about you? Married?" She knows he's not, and that's why she's here.

"No."

'Girlfriend?"

He hesitates before saying, "Maybe."

"Maybe?" She laughs. "Either you have a girlfriend or you don't."

"It's complicated. Let's leave it at that." He smiles without really smiling.

She ponders this. "So . . . would she mind if you . . . contributed your DNA?"

"I didn't say I was going to do it. It is a huge responsibility."

"Oh no, it isn't. Not for you." She delves into her bag and brings out a bound document. "Read through this and put your mind at ease."

He scrutinizes the document carefully as she finishes the rest of her sandwich. He finally puts it down and looks up at her. She finds herself admiring his large hazel eyes again - so penetrating and beautiful.

"So why me?" he says. "Why not some anonymous donor from a sperm bank?"

Punished by the Dictator's Daughter

The deranged dictator's daughter, Aimelie Potchenko, is playing a cunning psychological game. She intends to keep Gina's boyfriend, Max, prisoner forever. But in doing so, she will throw Gina and her good friend, Greg, together in a series of bizarre sexual situations where they have no choice but to confront their secret attraction to each other.

Frightened by Aimelie's threat to keep them in Ursk forever, Gina decides to escape with her friends. But can she trust the people around her, or is she walking into a deadly trap?

This 11700 word BDSM novelette is the third volume of 'The Initiation 3' series. 'The Initiation 1' and 'The Initiation 2' have been in the Amazon US Top 2 Erotica and Top 30 Romance bestseller charts. The series has sold well over 85,000 copies.

Excerpt:

The guards make me squat against the far wall from the bed, where I have a good view of Aimelie's ass bouncing on top of my boyfriend's well-muscled hips. They release by chains and make me hold my arms horizontally at my sides. They disengage the lariat, but still keep the iron collar around my neck as a mark of servitude.

Aimelie half-turns and says something to the guards. They nod gleefully.

As I stay still, the guards drag a box filled with saucers towards me. They don't have to tell me not to move a muscle when they start piling the plates upon my arms, shoulders, and strained and bent thighs. I have basically become a human smorgasbord. The saucers are delicate. I recognize the hallmark of extremely fine china beneath the rose patterned design, and it goes to say that I am forbidden to drop any of them.

"Break one, and I will have you severely whipped," Aimelie says, still in that teenage singsong voice of hers. Is it just me, or has her English improved? And it has just been one week of practicing periodically to Max, I suppose, when their language is not colored by 'fuck' or 'suck' or 'lick'.

"Aimelie, please," Max says. I can see the desperation on his flushed face. "Don't hurt her. I'll do anything you want."

"You are already doing anything I tell you to. Do not try to bargain with me for her hide. It does not become you. Back in America, you were lovers. But here, you are mine." She says that last with a feverish possessiveness that sends alarm bells ringing in my head.

I am afraid to breathe. My thighs already bear the strain of squatting. My pussy is wet and exposed. My arms tremble slightly, and I rue the fact that I scarcely have had the time to tone them. They are weak and ill-suited for duress. The iron collar is heavy around my neck.

But that is not all Aimelie has in store for me.

200,000 sales! Thank you, dear readers!

I have reached my 200,000th sale! Thank you, dear readers, for making this possible!!

Hugs! I hope I can continue to write stories that will entertain you and make you feel.

Shackled by the Dictator (The Initiation 3, Volume 2)

To all my Erotic Romance readers:

I'm never sure if it's a good idea to send you an alert through the Mailing List on the availability of a pure erotica novelette. So a warning is in order here. This is hardcore EROTICA. Although there are romantic elements in it, the hardcore BDSM elements take precedence.

After being purchased as sex slaves by dictator Vladimir Potchenko, Gina, Max and Greg land on his hidden European nation of Ursk - a land of horrifying secrets. But nothing has prepared them for how vast Potchenko's power is . . . or how this will impact them.

Then Potchenko reveals his pretty but deranged daughter. A daughter who immediately decides that Max is hers to keep - never mind that he is contractually bound to be freed in a month . . . or that he is Gina's boyfriend.

This 11500 word BDSM novelette is the second volume of 'The Initiation 3' series. 'The Initiation 1' and 'The Initiation 2' have been in the Amazon US Top 2 Erotica and Top 30 Romance bestseller charts. The series has sold well over 80,000 copies.

OTHER BOOKS IN THIS SERIES

THE INITIATION: Open Your Legs for Me, Blindfolded and Spread-eagled, Thighs Wide Apart, Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy, The Final Initiation, The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories

THE INITIATION 2: Open Your Legs for my Family, Bend Over for my Family, Publicly Display Yourself for Me, Sex Slave at Sea, Paraded before the Billionaires, Sex Slave at the Auction 

THE INITIATION 3: Sex Slave to the Dictator, Shackled by the Dictator (NEW!)

Excerpt:

Two clown grooms drag me to a silver apparatus that comprises of two horizontal bars - one above the other. Greg is being similarly brought toward us.

"Greg!" I cry in relief.

"Thank God you're OK," he says as soon as he approaches, breaking out into a wide smile. His shining eyes hold complicated emotions. Emotions I'm not ready to acknowledge or face . . . as yet.

Mansk says, "Is this one your boyfriend?"

I say, "No, it's the other one. The blond. Max."

Mansk nods to the clowns and says something in Urskan. Then he turns to me. "Everything is correct. String them both up."

He moves away without as much as a backward glance.

At first, I am bewildered. The grooms/clowns/whatever grab my arms and upend me as if I'm a ragdoll. My balance is completely disrupted. My hair shivers and trails to the floor like seaweed. Rough hands grab the flesh of my thighs, my legs, brushing against my pussy and buttocks interminably. The groom before me squeezes them. His painted face leers very close to mine - so close that I can smell the fruity, chemical paste of his gaudy makeup.

Hands grab my ankles and tie them with ropes to one of the horizontal bars. I'm in a precarious position - wrong side up and secured to the flimsy bar by only my feet at either end of the silver rod. My arms are left free.

Someone pinches my clit, and a spool of cream unearths from the recesses of my pussy. Because I am upside down, it pools at the mouth of my cervix.

My grooms are certainly taking liberties with my body, unlike so many of the grooms who have attended to me back in America - including Greg. Fingers prize open my pussy lips, stroke my clit, worm themselves 'accidentally' into my holes. Pincer grips tweak my nipples. Hands slide into my clefts. My juices begin to pool and pool, because I am excited despite my apprehension . . . or maybe because of it.

I desperately long to be fucked. I can sense it - this hollowness permeating my vagina, spreading all the way to my anus. I long to be fucked in both holes - invaded and penetrated so wonderfully and deeply that I can almost feel the towers of flesh inside me right now.

What is happening to me? Am I turning into a nymphomaniac in any circumstance - even one fraught with uncertainty and danger?

When they have finished with me, I feel like an acrobat. A bound acrobat. My pussy is a pink flower - just begging to be played with and despoiled.

Amazon! Finally!

It's available here!

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009XECBQ0

His Indecent Revelations

This novella is already out on Nook, Smashwords and ARE, but has been stuck 'In Review' status at Amazon for the past 3 days. So sorry, but I already sent an email to Amazon to rectify this. I am not the only one in this boat, apparently.

This is the emotional finale to The Bound and Shackled to the Billionaire series. I had fun writing it. I hope you will be moved by the Epilogue.

THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 25 and AMAZON EROTICA TOP 50 SERIES CONTINUES!

Susan Chalmers and her billionaire lover, Channing Crawford, are now prisoners of Channing’s ex-girlfriend, Alia.

Alia’s fury over the past knows no bounds as she tortures Channing and secretes Susan to a citadel in Baghdad. And now the endgame looms. Channing will have to make a terrible choice: the woman he loves . . . or the lives of the people he is responsible for.

At 14,000 words, HIS INDECENT REVELATIONS is the final volume in the ‘BOUND AND SHACKLED TO THE BILLIONAIRE’ BDSM erotic romance series.


READ AN EXCERPT

That night, they lie in each other’s arms, unable to sleep.

“You think they’re going to kill me?” Susan says. Her head is on Channing’s chest.

“I don’t think so.”

“Liar.”

“I don’t think Alia would let you die. She’s not the type. She thinks you’re kindred spirits. You share a common bond. That is, you’ve both been majorly fucked by me, and I don’t mean it in a positive way.”

“So why am I here?”

“As a pawn to keep me in check before they kill me.” His tone is a matter-of-fact.

She realizes he has come to accept that he is going to die.

“I don’t think she’ll kill you,” she whispers, stroking his chest. “She still loves you. I can feel it. As a woman, I know these things.”

He is silent, but his heartbeat thuds erratically.

“Permanent imprisonment isn’t on my bucket list of things to do either,” he says.

“Channing . . . I love you.” It seems as though she has loved him forever.

He lifts a tendril of her hair.

“I love you too,” he says hesitantly.

She tenses and holds her breath. This is the first time he has ever said it to her.

“But I’m afraid to jinx you by saying it too often,” he adds. “So don’t expect me to say it again until . . . unless we get out of here.”

His eyes are shining the dim light of the flickering lamp on their bedside table.

“It’s all right. You said it . . . and that’s all that matters,” she says.

Tears come to her eyes and her heart expands with sudden emotion. She has always wondered why folks made such a big do about those three little words, and now she understands. They are monumental. They represent anything and everything that has happened in their relationship, and for it to come to this pivotal moment . . . well, it’s as good a time as any to say them.

She clasps his body to hers, and he does likewise. They hold each other like this for a long, long time, gazing into each other’s eyes, studying each other’s faces and thinking about what might ensue tomorrow.

About what may never be.

After a while, he says, “You want to try again?”

She knows what he refers to. Do you want to try to make love again? Because we may never get the chance . . . again.

His Indecent Secrets

THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 25 and AMAZON EROTICA TOP 50 SERIES CONTINUES!

Susan Chalmers has been abducted by the mentally unstable Hugh, her billionaire lover’s twin brother. Incarcerated in a secret tropical location, she is forced to submit to his every whim.

Hugh demands her ransom: half of Channing’s fortune within five days . . . or she will die an unspeakable death. The mystery of what really happened east of Baghdad – the tumultuous events that brought them all here – looms in the background.

Will Channing pay up for her? Or does she really know the man she has fallen hopelessly in love with?

At 13,000 words, HIS INDECENT SECRETS is the fourth volume in the ‘BOUND AND SHACKLED TO THE BILLIONAIRE’ BDSM erotic romance series.

Excerpt:

“Channing!” Tears spring to her eyes even though she promised she wouldn’t break down in front of him, lest he be more anxious over her. Her hand touches the screen. How she wishes she can touch his face.

“Susan. Please tell me you’re OK. If I get to wrap my hands around that little fucker’s neck, I swear I’ll choke him so hard that he won’t be able to rise from the grave ever again.”

“I’m OK.” She’s not sure she’s OK, but seeing Channing lifts her hopes up to almost stratospheric levels.

Channing’s eyes blaze. “Did he touch you? Because if he did – ”
Hugh cuts in, “Yeah, what are you going to do about it? The same thing you did when your house burned down? Because I’ve already fucked her and she gave her cunt to me willingly. Didn’t you, princess?”

He grabs her face roughly and kisses her full on the lips, right in front of the camera aperture on the open laptop. Susan can only imagine what Channing must be thinking. Channing . . . who has never kissed her before. Channing – who equates kissing with profound intimacy. But Hugh obviously has no such hang-ups.

She struggles, but his grip is firm. She remembers what he threatened about what he would do to Channing if she didn’t submit. So she lets her body go lax as he kisses her voraciously. When he finally lets her go, there are indentations of his fingernails on her chin. She can scarcely feel her circulation.

She realizes that the sheet has fallen off her body and her breasts are displayed. Miguel’s eyes are popping out of his head. Channing is screaming something into the camera. His eyes are bloodshot and anguished.

“I know. I’ve turned off the sound,” Hugh says. He taps the sound icon again and it turns from red to green. “If you’re done yelling, listen up. The only reason she let me fuck her . . . again and again . . . is because I threatened her I would make you die a slow, painful death. You’re going to die anyway, big brother, but I can make it quick so you don’t suffer. Well, as quick as I can, considering you left me in Iraq to burn.”

“You didn’t burn, you fucker!”

“Are we going to play nice?” Hugh adjusts the laptop screen to face him. “Now listen up. I’m going to kill her . . . nice and slow . . . in a way that even you will have never thought of. Unless – ”

She knows it will come to this. She cringes.

4 books in the Barnes and Noble Top 100!

OK, I must record this before it goes away!

His Indecent Desires

I really had fun writing this. I forgot how nice it is to plot espionage!

THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 100 and AMAZON EROTICA TOP 80 SERIES CONTINUES!

Having staved off a near-rape by the twin brother of billionaire CEO Channing Crawford, her lover and dom in their unusual business arrangement, Susan Chalmers is holed up in a mansion guarded by mercenaries.

She has no idea the game is about to get deadlier.

She only knows that Channing has become more open and caring towards her, even as he continues to nurture his secrets. But a mysterious name haunts them: 'Desert Rose'. A name that will prove to have devastating consequences for them, resulting in tragedy.

At 13,000 words, HIS INDECENT DESIRES is the third volume in the 'BOUND AND SHACKLED TO THE BILLIONAIRE' BDSM erotic romance series.

Excerpt:

She admits to being scared. She follows him timidly, her heels digging into the carpet, as he unlocks the iron dungeon door with an old-fashioned key. Here they are, master and slave again. She wonders if he purposefully designed the door this way - to intimidate the submissive before she even steps across the threshold.

If that is his objective, he has succeeded well. She's virtually quaking as the door whines open.

"Don't worry, Susan. You'll enjoy this," he says.

She isn't so sure. She wants him inside her badly, she can't deny that. But this is a whole new experience. She remembers the spanking and how she had cried at that, and her legs wobble as they propel her into the viper's pit.

The dungeon is cavernous. Channing closes the door behind them with a clang, and she jumps. She notes that the door on the inside is decked with en electronic panel - a strange modern application that clashes jarringly with the rustic material it's embedded in.

It's a strange chamber, about the size of a large office meeting room. The walls are opaque grey. Various pieces of furniture that resemble medieval torture racks line the perimeter, alongside black cabinets and metal safes.

She quails.

His palm is at her back, stroking her gently. "Don't be afraid. It's going to be OK. You'll like it . . . if you let your inhibitions go and free your mind."

She remembers the pact she made with him. Her body at his every whim in exchange for her promotion to Vice-President. Much of it has been enjoyable . . . so far . . . but now, at the sight of all this BDSM paraphernalia, she isn't so sure. Maybe she had made a pact with the devil himself. He's certainly handsome enough.

He says, "This doubles up as a panic room. The walls, ceiling and floor are concrete. They are padded with asbestos and other insulated structures."

"A panic room?"

"Yes. To protect its occupants," he says this in a meaningful tone.
I could have hidden here last night, she thinks faintly. Oh, the irony of it.

He goes to a tripod and caresses the wood. It is a triangular structure, almost like an easel. There are leather bonds at the top and at the sides. She can envision herself being bound upon it - wrists at the top and thighs stretched out and tied to the side beams. She recoils from it.

Hit 100,000 sales!

Hit 100,000 sales yesterday! Thank you, dear readers!

Sex Slave to the Dictator

For those who have been asking me when Gina's continuing story is coming out, here it is! I'm going to put all that unpleasantness with Barnes and Noble aside and concentrate on writing more.

Pretty college student Gina Wesley has been purchased as a sex slave by Vladimir Potchenko, dictator of a small Eastern European nation. She is told of his cruelty, his torture and annihilation of political prisoners, and she is rightfully terrified.

Together with her boyfriend, Max, and a fellow sex slave who secretly loves her, Greg, she must journey to the dictator's nation in his private jet. But she is not prepared for the terrible and salacious things he asks of her and their dire psychological ramifications.

This 11000 word BDSM novelette is the first volume of 'The Initiation 3' series. 'The Initiation 1' and 'The Initiation 2' have been in the Amazon US Top 2 Erotica and Top 30 Romance bestseller charts. The series has sold well over 60,000 copies.


Excerpt:

Potchenko reaches for my pussy. I stand very still - my heart beating fast - as he wrests my outer labia from my clit, peeling them off as if they are pomegranate slices. My poor throbbing clit - so sensitized, so vulnerable - is revealed like a gold nugget in its sea of cocooned flesh.

What does he think of me when he looks at me? I am arrested by his obsidian eyes. I am drowning in them even though his gaze is focused on my pussy.

He seizes my clit in between his index finger and thumb. My skin there is on fire, and as he applies the pressure, a deep erotic tendril shoots through my entire cunt, flushing the entire front of my body scarlet right up to my cheeks.

"Ohhhhh," I moan, unable to help myself.

His gaze darts upward to my face. "You like it, do you not?"

"Y-yes."

"You will call me Master."

"Yes, M-master." I have not called anyone by that for a long, long time. I savor the word on my tongue. It makes me feel calmer. In my place.

He squeezes my clit further, sending me into spasms. I stiffen my back. My fists are bunched. I dare not touch him or place my hands on his shoulders, as I normally would if someone is playing with my pussy. I think I can climax just by letting him compress the nerve bundles in my clit into a flattened piece of ecstatic flesh.

I whimper again, feeling embarrassed by my wanton need.

He withdraws his hand.

"You like it too much."

I nod helplessly.

"You will be punished for that."

My blood runs cold. What does he mean?

A Virgin Enslaved Evidence

I'm going to post this here as evidence just in case B and N decide to manipulate with my rankings again while I have an ongoing inquiry with them as to what happened to 'His Indecent Proposition', which was sent tumbling from No. 62 to No. 1053 overnight despite having more sales than 'A Virgin Enslaved'.

A gross injustice

I'm going to share with everyone my story because I think what has been done to me is grossly unfair, although I don't expect anyone to feel sorry for me. It has been done in the past to my author friends as well and it's still being done today.

It's done simply because I write erotic romances.

Yesterday, I had one of my books hit The Top 100 of Barnes and Noble. It is this book here, called His Indecent Proposition.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008OYM3EK

It was at No. 62 when I went to sleep.

I had another book enter into the B and N Top 100 at No. 72. It's this one here, called A Virgin Enslaved.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008L2KLY4


When I woke up, 1000 rank points has been added to His Indecent Proposition although it sold more than ever before, so it is at No. 1153. It sold certainly far more than A Virgin Enslaved, which is at No. 72. Naturally upset, I inquired with a few friends and they say it has also been done to them before because B and N doesn't like erotica on the front page.

Not only has this been done to His Indecent Proposition, but it has also been done to His Indecent Demands, its sequel, which was at No. 200 yesterday.

I think this is a gross injustice. I have been filtered by Amazon, thrown out by Bookstrand and now I'm handicapped by B and N. Like I said, I don't expect sympathy or anything. I just want to let everyone know this is still going on in today's so-called 'free' market.

Not fair!

Top 100 at Barnes and Nobles!

HIS INDECENT PROPOSITION made it to No. 64 at the overall Barnes and Nobles store today!

And 'A Virgin Enslaved' made it to No. 101 on Barnes and Noble.

Her First Clit Ring 3: Desensitization

Jenny's obsessed boyfriend, John, and his best friend, Billy, now want to take her to another level of submission. They want her to perform sexual acts with them in front of an open window where they can be viewed by all their neighbors.

Jenny is terrified, especially when John does something to drive her to the brink.

This is a psychological 9,000-word story of domination and submission.

Excerpt:

John approaches her. His face is slightly flushed and his breathing is labored. She recognizes the telltale signs of lust on his face - the flaring nostrils, the dilated pupils within his startling green irises. She shoots a concerned glance at the window. They are all extremely exposed.

Billy plops himself onto a well-worn armchair. She reckons that is his favorite armchair, from the faded seat upon which he probably grinds his backside in every day. He has the look of curious languor on his intense features, as if he's about to witness something interesting.

"Take off your clothes, Jenny," John says.

He reaches out and pulls one of her hair strands.

"You mean right here?" she says, glancing at the darkening window again.

"No. Not here." He gestures at the window. "There."

"Y-you want me to strip naked . . . over there?" The thought is alarming. How many people are in their apartments with similar windows, peering out? How much can they see?

It occurs to her that as the sky darkens and night blankets the hemisphere, the apartment dwellers outside would be able to see more and more of whatever they are revealing in here.

"What part of 'there' didn't you understand?" he growls. "Do it, Jenny. Do it because you love me."

She loves him - that much is true. But now he's asking her to go on to a whole new level.

"The more you expose yourself to total strangers," he says, his voice hoarse, "the more you get desensitized to it."

Her feet are rooted to the spot, as is her tongue. She barely has enough time to figure anything out when he grabs her arm and shepherds her firmly to the window.

"Strip, Jenny."

His Indecent Demands (Bound and Shackled to the Billionaire)

Now in an unusual sexual arrangement with her ultimate boss, Susan Chalmers is experiencing a whirlwind of sensations and emotions that she has never known before. For Channing Crawford – stunningly handsome, dominant and ruthless billionaire CEO – is anything but predictable.  

But is he also dangerous?

He takes to his forbidding mansion with its mysterious ‘dungeon’ and introduces her to the dubious delights of bondage and role play.

Then enters his twin brother, long presumed dead under strange circumstances, who immediately sees Susan as what she is – a pawn in a deadly game.

At 10,000 words, HIS INDECENT DEMANDS is the second volume in the ‘BOUND AND SHACKLED TO THE BILLIONAIRE’ BDSM erotic romance series.

She can’t take her eyes off him.

He’s every bit as handsome with those blazing blue eyes and chiseled features. The main difference is that he has longish hair that falls almost to his shoulders – unlike Channing, who sports short hair to the point of a buzz cut. He wears a five o’ clock shadow in his rugged jawline. He’s dressed in a dark shirt, over which he slings a black jacket. His jeans are also black. He resembles the night itself.

He smiles at her, and it’s dazzling.

“Interesting,” he says. He has the exact same voice as Channing.

She wonders if he is Channing himself in another guise, and he has just put on a wig in some bizarre role play which he expects her to participate in. Yes, that’s a very real possibility.

“Ch-channing?” she says.

“I can be him if you wish me to be.” He looks around the kitchen as if he’s never seen it before. “Nice place my brother has got here. He’s done very well for himself. And who are you? A lover? Certainly not a wife, I’ll bet. That was never in his spec sheet.”

A brother? An identical twin, more like. She can only stare at him as he steps out of the doorway. Her hands are still on her breasts.

He motions to her crotch.

“If you’re trying to hide yourself, you need to hide more than your upper half.”

Her distressed hands flutter to her crotch, revealing her breasts. She quickly covers her nipples again with one hand while the other stays at her pubis, which she now is certain is also exposed.

He moves closer, and she backs away. He is an unknown quantity, and everything about this situation screams wrong.

“You’re beautiful,” he remarks, his eyes admiring. “My brother always had good taste in women. Notwithstanding what he did to her.”

There’s an undercurrent here. Something is certainly not right. She retreats as he keeps on coming closer, until she bumps into the kitchen counter. She has nowhere to go.

“Please,” she says.

“Please what?”

“Please don’t . . . ”

He is two feet away from her now. She wonders if she is in any danger. The way he appraises her – like she is something to eat – is deeply unsettling. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spies the knife rack. She wonders if she should reach for it.

His nostrils flare as his pupils dilate. “I should take you right here on the table. Take you as he has taken her.”

Her heart skips several beats.

Her instincts are right. She is in danger.

His Indecent Proposition

 

HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO GET THAT PROMOTION?

Hardworking Susan Chalmers is 29 years old, ambitious, and desperate to be promoted to Vice-President, but her hated company rival is getting an edge on her with the boss.

Then Channing Crawford - the reclusive billionaire company CEO - makes her an indecent proposition. For one week, she must submit to his every sexual command - no matter how bizarre and foreign to her sensibilities. In return, he will give her what she craves.

But Susan hasn't counted on Channing himself affecting her so deeply. He's extremely handsome, unpredictable, unknowable and dominant, but there are also whispers about his mysterious and unsettling past. Susan is about to be swept into a world she has no control over.

HIS INDECENT PROPOSITION is the first volume in the 'BOUND AND SHACKLED TO THE BILLIONAIRE' BDSM series. At 10,000 words, it chronicles the beginning of a strange but compelling erotic romance.

Excerpt:

"I have a proposition for you, Susan Chalmers," he says calmly. His gaze rakes her face again.

The gnawing apprehension bubbles over in her stomach.

Oh what oh what is he going to ask me to do?

He says, "I have seen you around and taken note of your progress in all these years."

You have? She's astonished.

"I believe you have the ruthless ambition to make things happen for yourself."

"I do, Mr. Crawford, I do." This comes out in a bit of a rush.

He leans back in his chair, and it creaks with protest.

"You see, I have certain personal needs. I'm looking for the right woman to fulfill them, and I believe you have the characteristics to tend to my needs, Susan."

She can't believe what she's hearing. Her jaw drops.

"Wh-what kind of needs, Mr. Crawford?"

He steeples his hands. "Let's just say I enjoy taking a strong-willed, ambitious woman like yourself and molding her into someone who will bend the knee and obey my every command. Are you that woman, Ms. Susan Chalmers?"

The proposition dangles in front of her like a carrot on a stick.
This can't be happening, she thinks. This is surreal. Channing Crawford wants her in the physical sense? He who is unattainable and lives in the clouds, who is secretly desired by every woman in the company, only they are too afraid to even speak of it?

Bend the knee.

It sounds deliciously depraved . . . and yet tantalizing.

Her terror surfaces again.

"Wh-what's in it for me, sir?"

"I will be making a decision on the Vice-President post by Friday next week. Leonard Drake, a fine upstart individual with extremely impressive paper qualifications and a track record that dwarfs even yours, is your main contender - as you no doubt have acceded. He has promised to bring in the Buchanan contract by Thursday next week."

He lets this float in the tension-filled air between them.

The Buchanan contract? Her spirits sink. The Buchanan contract is the Holy Grail of contracts - the biggest, most notoriously sought among them. Edward Buchanan is a recluse whose company is worth eighteen billion dollars.

A recluse who donates generously to the church.

"I see," she says, the pit of her stomach caving in. How can she possibly compete with that?

But that's precisely the point.

She can compete with it.

Her voice is shaky as she says, "What would you require me to do, Mr. Crawford? And for how long?"

"Let's make it until Friday, Susan Chalmers. As for what I require . . . well, let's just say you will do my every bidding . . . my every command." His crystalline blue eyes bore probingly into hers.

She licks her lips nervously. "And would those . . . requests . . . be sexual in nature, sir?"

He waits a beat before answering, "Yes, for most part."

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Tempting the Hot NAVY Seal

After having sexual relations with ten men in her barn, Mika Jamison is now severely grounded. A prisoner in her room, she chances upon someone who calls himself 'HOT NAVY SEAL 21' on an adult dating website.

The hot navy SEAL turns out to be a supremely, achingly hot guy stationed in Iraq, and Mika finds herself sex-mailing and showing off her body to him over Skype. But all too soon, he gets his walking papers and catches a flight to meet Mika.

Is he everything Mika has hoped for? And is she prepared to handle more?

This erotic romance novelette (11,500 words) is Volume FOUR of the NAUGHTY NYMPHOMANIAC series. It's written in Mika's witty, tongue-in-cheek and savagely funny voice.

Excerpt:

"Do you want to see my tits?" I ask daringly.

I'm not going to flush. I swear it. I'm not the easily embarrassed sort anyway. And I've never shown my tits to any man over a computer before, so I'm kind of turned on.

In fact, I'm majorly turned on.

He gives me an incredulous look. "You shittin' me?"

"No." I'm wearing a cream-colored sweater with a boat-shaped neck. I haven't brought any tight clothes with me because my foster folks are such prudes.

I'm not wearing a bra.

He seems paralyzed. His eyes are still in that 'you've gotta be kidding me' mode.

"Uh, OK. If you're gonna show me your titties, I'm all eyes." He visibly swallows, the Adam's apple moving deliciously down his throat. "I mightn't be able to handle it though."

I haven't stopped smiling through all this.

"OK, here goes," I announce.

He sort of braces himself and leans back as I slowly peel off my sweater. I start at the hem, of course, and inch the cotton fabric bit by bit over my chest, pausing there with the sweater enveloping my head. It's an incredibly hot pose, I know. I've practiced it many a time on Jake.

There comes the sound of labored breathing over the Internet.

"Oh God, what are you doing to me?" he rasps, his voice husky.

I shrug off the rest of the sweater, revealing my breasts in all their naked glory. His face has taken on a flush and he's leaning back in his chair, breathing heavily and visibly. The rise and fall of his chest only serves to accentuate his musculature, and I find myself mentally undressing him.

I can't see his hands.

He tries to speak, but shakes his head wildly instead.

With both palms, I push my humungous breasts up and offer them invitingly to the screen. My red, red nipples are erect and they point right at him like teasing fingers. I know my breasts are impressive. It is (they are) a fact. They are shapely and titanic and totally squeezable - my darling mounds and mounds of sweet, tan-colored, very tasty flesh.

An unzipping sound cuts right through time and space on my audio. I can see Ben's arms moving on the screen, obviously working on something down there. He licks his lower lip. His brow, unhampered by hair, glistens slightly.

"Oh baby, you're making me so hard I think I'm going to come right now." His voice is so hoarse that I can scarcely make out his words.

A familiar excitement sends an electric tingle through me. I revel in making men come.

I say in a low, seductive voice, "Why don't you show me what you've got down there?"

He flashes me that 'Are you fucking around with me?' look again.

"Y-you want to see it?" .

Sex Slave at the Auction

Submissive Gina Wesley is terrified of her upcoming auction. She has heard that some of the rich clientele - which includes Fortune 500 CEOs, an A-list movie star, a tennis player and a ruthless dictator - are infamously notorious for their cruelty.

First, she must put on a sexy show as well as go through an embarrassing exhibition. But she is unprepared for the 'special request' that a certain client makes of her.

In the end, who will purchase her willing body and beleaguered soul?

This 14000 word BDSM novelette is the sixth and final volume of the bestselling 'Initiation 2' series.

Excerpt:

I run after Heathcliff in my heels, the only part of my anatomy that is wearing something. "What does he want with me?"

Heathcliff flashes me a deadpan glance. "What do you think, Ms. Wesley?"

Yeah, dumb question.

"Does Max know?'

Another dumb question. You are not in a normal relationship, and the sooner you get that into your thick skull, the sooner you can stop asking dumb questions.

"I don't believe he does, Ms. Wesley." Heathcliff walks swiftly down the dungeon corridor. "There are circumstances to this request however."

"Circumstances?" I'm aware of how ignorant and helpless I sound.

"He does not wish you to see his face."

"Oh. Do I have to wear a blindfold then?" I have been blindfolded before. It was . . . titillating.

"No." Heathcliff steers me to a stone chamber. "You see, we have prepared a special arrangement as per your patron's specifications."

I stop in my tracks when I see what he means.

There's a wide gurney, pretty much like what you see in hospital emergency rooms, at the far wall. It is embedded inside the wall, or at least, that's what it looks like. On closer inspection, I realize that a singular hole has been cut in the lower portion of that part of the wall so that the gurney straddles two rooms.

I have no idea what's on the other side. In the murky area in between, a black curtain drapes over the gurney, obscuring what's on the other end. I try to peer under the gurney, but another row of black curtains stand guard.

"Why doesn't he want me to see his face?" I ask.

"The ways of the very rich are sometimes hidden to me," Heathcliff says with a half-smile.

He wheels the gurney out of the other room and gestures to it. The curtains fall back into place, concealing everything. "Please . . . take your shoes off and lie down. I will have to restrain your wrists lest you be tempted to peek."

"Oh no, I won't. I swear."

"Specifications, Ms. Wesley."

I sigh.

I toe off my heels and climb onto the gurney. It's made of metal. It is cold against my warm flesh. Heathcliff arranges me so that my wrists are pulled back and chained to the top of the gurney, beneath which are fastened two hooks. He leaves my legs untethered and pushes the bottom half of the gurney through the forbidding black curtains, and arranges the latter so that everything is where it was.

I feel extremely vulnerable. The lower part of my naked body is exposed in the other chamber - prey to all kinds of indignities. My imagination runs wild with lions and tigers and bears . . . of the human variety.

Heathcliff sees my frightened face and strokes my hair. "Don't worry, Ms. Wesley. No one's going to hurt you . . . within reason."

I nod and swallow the bile in my throat.

Twenty thousand dollars. I can do this.

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This is the first time I've declared my numbers to iReaderReview

Top 100 indie authors June

And I'm at No. 50. I've had better months, but these lists only came out recently, I think.

Anyway, it's so nice to be in the Top 50, even though I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who never got captured.

Trapped with Sex-Starved Aliens 2

Alicia Conifer and her stunningly handsome starcraft pilot, John Hanson, are sexual prisoners of the natives on the strange planet, Norbu. John engineers their clever escape. But they are soon captured by another brutish tribe with a secret that has explosive consequences for mankind.

Alicia and John must experience it firsthand in a unique orgiastic ritual that you will never have read before!

This sci-fi erotica novelette at 11,500 words is the sequel to TRAPPED WITH SEX-STARVED ALIENS. It is written as an erotic homage to Avatar and John Carter.

 

Paraded before the Billionaires

It’s the days before the sex slave auction. Pretty Gina Wesley and her superrich boyfriend, Max – now embarrassingly made a slave by his own father – must undergo a humiliating parade and a foot race where they are treated like beasts of burden.

But Gina is not prepared for the billionaire clientele that shows up to watch, which includes Max’s mother.

This 10700 word BDSM novelette is Volume 5 of the bestselling ‘Initiation 2’ series.


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Max lowers the sponge so that it is below the surface of the water. He trails it down the smooth slope of my lower abdomen. He pauses just above my pubic line.

I’m shaved, of course. I’ve bikini waxed every other day since I’ve met Max because I know he likes my pussy hairless. Having a hairless pussy makes me feel a lot sexier too, not to mention a lot hornier.

“You know that we are not allowed to have sex from now on unless instructed,” he warns.

“No kidding.”

“It’s the rules. Once I’ve become a sex slave, my body is not my own. It is my master’s to do as he pleases.”

“So you are in the same boat as me.”

“All four of us.” His beautiful face is solemn. “So I can’t fuck you, as much as I want to right now. This is as far as I can go.”

To demonstrate, he slides the sponge down to my labia, where he slyly prizes up and digs beneath the petals of my flesh. I gasp as the sponge brushes my throbbing clit, already primed by his previous sponging ministrations upon my breasts and belly.

His fingers lift my labia, and with his third finger, he presses the sponge hard upon my clit – eliciting a spasm of pleasure.

I give a little moan. From across the pool, Alice turns to regard me with a glare.

“Ssssh.” Max grins. “Don’t let Heathcliff know you’re having too much fun.”

It isn’t Heathcliff as much as Alice, I want to say. Perhaps she’s jealous.

Of you. With me.

His fingers surreptitiously massage the tender flesh on the under-leaves of my outer pussy lips. It’s ohhhhh so enticing. Then he snares and compresses my clit, so that my little nub is straining with need and heat – even beyond the delicious warmth of the water – and I’m trying not to make a noise, even though my fists and toes are curling wantonly and for the love of God.

He maintains his firm hold on my clit and labia while his other hand slips below my pussy. He inserts two fingers into my pussy hole.
Ooooooh. In the bubbling water, my entire body – including the tunnel of my vagina – is languorously suffused with warmth, and his intrusion becomes a lovely addition to my general state of heightened arousal.

“You like that?” he says, smiling.

His fingers expertly massage my vaginal walls as his dilated eyes never leave mine. Beneath the water, his cock is diamond hard.
My voice is hoarse as I clutch at his shoulders. “Are you sure this is all you can do?”

“Yes, or I will be severely whipped. You don’t want to see me whipped, do you?”

The image is somewhat tantalizing.

Yes, I would really like to see Max hogtied and whipped, totally naked and pleading for mercy. I wouldn’t like to wield the whip myself, of course. I’m no dominatrix. But to see another man – Russell perhaps – doing that to him is a scene that would greatly excite me.

UNDERCOVER: STEALING FROM THE SEXY CEO

Tim is young, strikingly handsome . . . and a corporate espionage agent. Tasked with stealing a secret blueprint from Anna Scott - a self-made CEO who chews and spits out men for breakfast - he decides to pose as a male maid.

Only this particular male maid agency requires him to clean her penthouse . . . in the buff.

Anna Scott is divorced and on a hormone-fueled man-hate rampage. When the very sexy Tim arrives at her doorstep, she makes him an offer he can't refuse.

But in this sexual game involving two people with very different motives, there can be only one winner. And the outcome isn't what you would expect!

This is a BDSM novelette at 11,400 words.

BOOKS IN THIS SERIES:
Undercover: Exposing the Bad Doctor
Undercover: Stealing from the Sexy CEO (NEW!)

Excerpt:

His hands rush to her breasts. He gropes and cups them, massaging and kneading them firmly. He plays with her nipples, tweaking them and squeezing them gently. She lies back and lets him trail his mouth down her throat, and upon the skin above her sternum - down, down to her cleavage.

His hands drop down to her skirt to unfasten its clasp as his mouth takes in her right nipple. He undresses her as he suckles her teat, pulling off her skirt in haste and discarding it off the bed the way he did with her brassiere. The workings of his cheek muscles and tongue on her nipple are so intense that she can feel the blood rushing to that spot and her areolas tingling as though they have been doused in sparkling water.

He grips the waistband of her panties and off it comes too, down her legs and off her bare feet. His hand brushes against her pubic hair. She hasn't shaved it for anyone since . . . ah well, Tad. He transfers his mouth from her saliva-slicked right nipple to her left. The knuckles of his fingers curl and slide from her pubic mound to the folds of her clit and outer labia. He rubs her secret undulations with his knuckles.

It's so sublime that she moans and creams out of her wet, wet vagina.

But wait. He's initiating normal sex. She's not in the mood for vanilla sex. She paid for a multi-flavored banana split, and she's going to get exactly that.

They are both naked now and he's still licking and spiraling his tongue around her left teat. His cock is very hard against her leg.

She says, pushing him away with effort, "OK, I want you to lie on your stomach."

He lifts up his head guardedly. His lips are red with effort.

"You mean right now?"

"Yes."

His entire body is tense as he gets off her. She sits up on the bed. His cock is iron hard as he prostrates himself upon his abdomen, placing his head in between his folded arms. His buttocks jut suggestively into the air - a sculptured duet of firm flesh.

"Don't get too comfortable," she warns him.

His muscled back and silky, gleaming skin are just begging for her to roam her hands over, and so she obeys her primal instincts. She gropes his sensuous buttocks, delighting in the role reversal and his mounting discomfiture.

"What are you going to do to me?" he asks.

"Just wait and see."

Her fingers wriggle into the cleft between his ass cheeks and probe for his puckered asshole. Nice, she thinks. He draws a sharp breath as she inserts an index finger into it. He's very tight. He is obviously a virgin here.

She withdraws her finger and gets up from the bed. He's clearly expecting what she's about to do next because his worried expression is reflected on the translucent headboard. A pang suddenly fleets through her chest. Is this what she has turned to - a badass dominatrix who preys on innocent and beautiful youths who are trying to make a living?

Tad intrudes into her mind again and she steels her resolve.

"Wait here. Don't move," she tells him.

She walks out of the bedroom to get her gear. She notices his wheelie bag of cleaning implements in the hallway, and has a sudden idea.

HER FIRST CLIT RING 2: MENAGE

Jenny's beautiful but bullying control freak of a boyfriend, John, is obsessed with her clit ring. He now wants to show it off to his best friend, Billy . . . in the physical sense. And Billy despises her.

Jenny wants to keep John as her boyfriend, and yet she is terrified of what he will make her do.

This intensely psychological 8800-word story of domination and submission will keep your mind churning at nights. It is the sequel to HER FIRST CLIT RING.

Excerpt:

As a waitress comes over to pour coffee, John still has his hand on her thigh. He has inched his way upward so that his fingers rest on the silky skin upon her inner thigh, and he's stroking it purposefully, daringly.

"Refills, everyone?" the waitress says. She's one of those perky raven-haired types that dominate the Young Christians' Society, or something or other.

"Sure," John flashes his lady-killer smile.

She responds by batting her long eyelashes flirtatiously. John has that effect on women, as he's wont to remind Jenny over and over again. Only this time, his fingers creep up to her naked pussy and snare the ring in her clit in a pincer grip.

Jenny gasps. The waitress takes note of her flushed face as she fills her coffee mug. John twists the ring, resulting in her clit exploding in sudden sensory overload. It's all she can do to strangle the cry that threatens to escape her throat.

Billy watches all this with an amused curl of his right lip. It's almost like a snarl. He knows what John is doing all right.

"Don't worry, sugar, I'm not gonna steal him from ya," the waitress says. "Though he's a right dreamboat, so you'd better be holding on to him hard and fast."

"You've got that right," John says, never taking his gaze off the waitress's smiling face.

One of his fingers slips into her lower ring and attempts to thread itself through it. It's a maneuver that requires a fair amount of handling, so his hand activity under her skirt is blatant and obvious. The waitress glances down, as he clearly wants her to, and spills the coffee over the rim of the mug she's pouring it into.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's OK," John says.

They lock eyes again, and the undertones are unmistakable. Hers are saying 'I think you're sex on legs', and his are saying 'This is what I can do to women . . . including you. See what I'm doing to my girlfriend?'

As for Billy, he's leaning against the seat, putting his hands to the back of his head and enjoying the display. Jenny doesn't know what to make out of all this - except that John is putting his stamp of authority over her again. I can make you squirm in public, and there's nothing you can do about it.

As the waitress leaves with a lingering look of desire on John's face, Billy chortles. "You're my role model, man."

John laughs. "That gets them every time. So you want to do this?"

"Do what?"

"Get a front row seat." John's fingers dive into the furrows around her clit - the secret, moist ones that send electric thrills coursing all over her loins.

SEX SLAVE AT SEA

Shy Gina Wesley is terrified. Her boyfriend's sister, the cruel Alice Devlin, has demanded that Gina must serve her as in the terms of her sexual contract. But Gina is not prepared for the psyche-destroying mind trip that Alice puts her through as she becomes a sexual workhorse for Alice and her friends. That is, until Alice's father returns with a vengeance and a trio of his billionaire clients - whom Gina must entertain. This 13500 word BDSM novelette is Volume 4 of the bestselling 'Initiation 2' series.

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UNDERCOVER: EXPOSING THE BAD DOCTOR

Starting a new series now called 'Undercover', where the protagonists undergo all sorts of sexual adventures while attempting to go undercover.

For her rookie assignment as an investigative journalist, Rachel Gardener is determined to expose a gynecologist with sinister ethics.

But she doesn't expect him to be so handsome or soft-spoken. Or that her medical examination would be so bizarre and psychologically invasive.

This erotica novelette at 11,000 words will be a unique take on the doctor/patient fantasy that you've never read before.


Excerpt:

She takes his hand, her heart beating fast, as he assists her to maneuver her body into a squatting position. It's a very revealing pose - legs bent and thighs splayed wide apart. The soles of her feet sink into the leather. Her furred pussy is an open flower in her center.

Dr. Rathbone stares at her pussy with great intensity, as though he is studying a new species of insect.

"You have very nice genitals, Rachel."

Her tongue freezes in her mouth. She can't bring herself to say 'Thank you'.

He says, "Sometimes, failing to achieve orgasm is due to weak pelvic musculature. Have you had any groin injuries?"

"No." Unless you count the time she skidded on her skateboard and landed hard on it when she was a kid.

"I'm going to assess the strength of your pelvic muscles."

He moves close to her once again. She finds herself cringing as his hand shapes itself into a trigger with two pointing fingers. Those fingers probe for her vulva this time, burrowing into her tight nether mouth. She's already quite wet down there and so his fingers slide in easily. Still, she's not prepared for the sudden intrusion and she squeaks - a piteous sound of anxiety and surrender.

His face is very close to hers. The scent of his aftershave is stronger than ever. She finds herself noticing the fine lines of his face and the clean cut of his jaw. The warmth of his body seeps through her flesh. His fingers cleave into her vagina, parting her long dormant walls like a shark's fin slicing the water.

"Very tight," he observes. "Now try to squeeze your muscles as hard as you can around my fingers."

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1. 12 stories hit the Amazon Erotica Top 100
2. 1 story hit the Amazon Top 30 Romance
3. I story hit the Amazon Top 15 Movers and Shakers
4. 12 books becoming All Romance Ebooks bestsellers
5. 12 books becoming Bookstrand bestsellers

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TRAPPED WITH SEX-STARVED ALIENS

OK....how did this erotic piece come about? I was so hung up on Taylor Kitsch's rock solid abs in 'John Carter' that I wanted to write something about it. And so I did a kind of mashup between 'John Carter' and 'Avatar', but this one has its own unique story, of course, and with a female protagonist.

Naturally, there's plenty of normal sex and weird sex with aliens.

Enjoy!

Alicia Conifer is having a hard time with her starcraft pilot, John Hanson. His overwhelming good looks and caustic tongue are distracting. But she has to graciously put up with him anyway for two whole weeks on the planet, Norbu, where she plans to study the flora and fauna.

They are not alone, however.

They are soon kidnapped, stripped and subjected to indignities by the natives - who seem to be partial to her voluptuous body and John's impressive manhood. But Alicia discovers that the Norbuans have two sexual appendages and a mysterious telepathic ability that has far-reaching consequences for all of them.

How much of her body must she give up to learn their secrets?

This is a sci-fi erotica novelette at 14,500 words and is written as an erotic homage to Avatar and John Carter.

READ AN EXCERPT


Excerpt:
The chieftain crooks a finger and beckons them to come closer. They drag her, tugging her forward by her arms.

She gives a strangled cry as she stares into the eyes of the alien chief.

He's very tall. Taller than the rest of the Norbuans. At least nine feet in her estimate. His eyes are dark pools of obsidian, and his pupils almost take up the entire span of his visible eyeballs. His smooth skin is glowing and orange, and his nostrils are two slits in a high cheek-boned face. His mouth has almost no lips.

Why is he looking at her as though he would like to eat her?

His hand reaches for her left breast. He has a curious expression on his face - as though he has never seen a breast before. He may well not, judging from the flat chests of the Norbuan women. She holds her breath as his three-fingered and one-thumbed hand caresses her flesh. He cups her mound and raises it. His touch is silken and very warm. One of his long tapering three-jointed fingers brushes across her nipple, causing the tip to tense and fill with blood.

She begins to breathe faster.

His other hand does the same to her left breast. Soon, he is feeling her tits all over - prodding them, weighing them, squeezing them in the manner of a scientist studying a genetically-enhanced melon.

She is aware of John's hot gaze upon her.

"Is he hurting you?" he asks between his teeth.

"No," she says truthfully.

The chieftain steps back and makes a gesture. The two Norbuans who are holding her arms bend down to hoist her up by both thighs. She gives a little shriek as they lift her off the ground. They open her thighs wide, holding her by the waist and buttocks.

Her pussy is splayed before the chieftain.

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In a world ruled by the sword and brute strength, Prince Miro battles his father’s archenemy, King Jai. He is soundly defeated. Instead of killing him, King Jai demands the stunningly handsome prince as tribute.

Prince Miro must now become a sex slave in his enemy camp. He will be stripped, bound, punished, humiliated, and used in ways he would never have imagined.

But Prince Miro plans to escape, and in the process, assassinate King Jai. Can he do it?

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The army camp is in turmoil. Prince Miro’s father has launched an attack on King Jai’s lands in retaliation for what Miro has been made to do during his sexual slavery.

As King Jai prepares to go to war, Miro makes plans to escape. He embarks upon an ambitious plan to seduce Dio, Jai’s handsome and innocent younger brother. But Dio has fallen in love with him. When the time comes, can he betray Dio’s trust?


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Prince Miro's Punishment (1PFR Top 3, Bookstrand Top 65 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)
Prince Miro's Escape (1PFR Top 10, Bookstrand Top 75 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)
Prince Miro's Final Confrontation (1PFR Top 5 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)


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PUBLICLY DISPLAY YOURSELF FOR ME

Believe it or not, I have to tone down my covers thanks to Amazon's adult filtering. But I certainly haven't toned down my content!

Pretty Gina Wesley has a dilemma. Her boyfriend, the gorgeous Max Devlin, wants her to display herself on a public beach as part of her sexual servitude. But Gina is naturally shy.

Gina has to give in, however, when the Devlin siblings insist on coming along and taking photos of the event. But how soon will it be before the police show up?

This 10800 word BDSM novelette is Volume 3 of the 'Initiation 2' series.

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More than a few females do a double take as the twins and Max come into view. I don't blame them. I would too. In fact, I'm positively glowing with the fact that I have three absolutely drop dead gorgeous men flanking me, as if I'm a supermodel or someone far worthier than what I deem myself. Envious eyes are riveted on me - wondering if a) I'm someone famous, or b) if I'm not, how the hell did I manage to snare this entourage?

Well, everyone will find out soon enough.

The twins and Max choose a spot somewhere in the middle of the beach. There are three empty deck chairs which have just been vacated, evidenced by the empty glasses on the adjoining side table. Sand scours the seats. The twins lay down their backpacks as Max begins to strip off his T-shirt and shorts.

I observe Max. I will never get tired of watching him take his clothes off. Every female around us is watching Max too, as well as the twins as they begin to peel off those Hawaiian shirts from their toned bodies.

As the siblings drop their baggy shorts, gasps burst from red lips all around us. Max is wearing a scarlet G-string. The twins are clad in corresponding blue ones. The G-strings feature a common pearl-shaped front to unsuccessfully cover their bulging genitals, allowing pubic hair to peek above and around the material in suggestive patches. Save for a thin band around their hips, their firm and luscious buttocks are completely exposed because the strings that form the connecting points are nicely and snugly buried within their cracks.

The outlines of their penises and balls contained within their fronts are very, very obvious. A trickle of fluid runs out of my pussy just to look at them.

Max grins at me. "Take it off, doll. Show them what you've got."

I'm only glad for the fact that Alice isn't around to see me. Aware that all eyes are now riveted upon me, I self-consciously shrug away the terrycloth robe.

More gasps of shock puncture the brittle atmosphere, already choked with the rising heat from the hot sands.