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.

 

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.


READ AN EXCERPT:

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.