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.

Top indie authors

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.