Royal Consort - Naughty Excerpt

ROYAL CONSORT by Denys? Bridger

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Excerpt:

Rienn?s voice was as persuasive as his touch and she hesitated for a moment. Her answer, whatever it might?ve been, was forgotten as the Prince of Ember City shifted his position and settled his body between her legs. Against her inner thigh, Sherindal could feel the velvety heat of his hard, hot length like a brand to her smooth skin.

?You are making it very difficult to think about leaving, Rienn,? she murmured close to his ear before she traced the perfect curve with the tip of her tongue.

?And why might that be, Lady Sherindal??

As he spoke, Rienn?s hips moved and she arched in welcome when he slid into her, his thick length filling her body as his presence filled her soul. His soft groan of complete bliss warmed her spirit and she all but purred in his ear.

?Gods, Rienn! You feel so good??

His laughter was low and his smile when he looked at her was warm with love. He shrugged off the restriction of the heavy bed linens and ducked his head to her breast. She watched in fascination as he licked at the small tattoo near her nipple, the ornate dagger a perfect replica of his honor blade.

?If you would move your attention just a little, I would be most grateful, Highness,? she teased. Her breath escaped in a hiss of pleasure when his mouth closed over her taut nipple and he began to suck and nibble the rigid tip. He repeated the erotic play over her other breast, his seductive attention thorough and exciting as he lingered and tasted her skin, igniting a thousand tiny fires that burned through her veins.

?Rienn??

He eased free of her body and she gasped in objection. Her voice became a moan of pleasure moments later when he spread her legs wide and lifted her hips. The stroke of his tongue exploring the wet heat between her thighs was enough to send waterfalls of stars tumbling behind her closed eyelids as her spine arched upward. The sensation of soaring then plummeting downward was a familiar one in Rienn?s arms, and she thrilled to the wild swirl of ecstasy as it peaked, then began to ebb away like a tide within her.

?I don?t think you want to leave at all, Sher,? Rienn observed, his voice rough and breathless.

She laughed and nodded her head in agreement as she caught her breath.

?You are very right, my Prince,? she replied with a smile. ?And I do not intend to leave until I?ve tasted your royal person again.? He groaned softly and fell onto his back, his magnificent body at her mercy.

Looking down at him for a few timeless moments, Sherindal was struck again by his sheer beauty and presence. As men went, Rienn was amazing in all ways. He was almost six and a half feet tall, every inch of him muscled and perfectly contoured. His face was as arresting as his incredible stature, high cheekbones and angular planes testimony to his mixed heritage. He had dark eyes that were flecked with blue topaz, and those eyes were perhaps his most alluring asset. The quick intelligence and shrewd judgment of his instincts was most obvious in the depth of earth and sky that was his gaze. Sherindal had never known Rienn to make a mistake in his evaluation of any man or woman who came before him.

She reached out let her fingers trail over the heated expanse of his golden hued skin, her hand sculpting the solid muscle and sinew of his arms and chest. The silken dusting of dark hair made a tremor of response wake inside her body, and she continued the trek downward, smoothing the backs of her fingers over the hollow of his hipbones, then moving lower to knead the heavy muscles of his thighs. His skin was warm and responsive, intoxicating to her senses as she breathed in the scent that was uniquely Rienn, and her mind drank in his soft murmurs of pleasure.

Rising from a nest of soft brown hair, his erection was as impressive as the rest of him. She finally touched the thick, rigid shaft, enjoying the sensation of velvet over steel as his hips jerked in reply to her first tentative stroke. She bent her head and touched the very tip of his swollen head with her tongue, tasting the first sweet drops it wept for her. Every soft sound he uttered and each tiny quiver of response, however subtle, registered in Sherindal?s mind and soul as she continued her exploration of Rienn?s body. Her fingertips and hands, calloused from years of wielding a sword, were gentle but strong, and her senses sang with adoration as she turned her fierce concentration to the erotic task of making this splendid prince of Ember tremble in the throes of desire.

Ruth Hartman Everyone... Welcome Her Please!

I love writing romance. Not erotica. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just love writing sweet, happily-ever-after romances. My sweet romantic story, "Purr" is part of an anthology by Midnight Showcase Fiction called, "Must Love Cats," The other stories in the collection, written by three other authors, are more on the erotic side than mine. I think the collection is a good mix of different voices and preference for heat level.

When I write characters for fiction, the heroine almost always resembles me. She's full-figured, with dark hair and eyes, and is usually klutzy with a goofy sense of humor. And the hero almost always resembles my husband. Tall, dark and very handsome. I guess that's part of "write what you know."

This is an excerpt from "Purr."

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Purr

By Ruth J. Hartman

“Now just what have you guys been up to since I left? Hmmm?” No one answered. Seventy-two eyes stared at her from half that many faces. Furry faces. And the eyes that stared at her were of the feline variety. “Have you all got each other’s tongues?”

Roxy never liked being the center of, well, anything. That’s probably why she chose running a no-kill cat shelter. No one expected you to be dressed up, or wear makeup, or comb your hair. She did actually do the third one, and occasionally the second. Never the first. She was a jeans and Henley-shirt kind of girl.

Another reason for her career choice? The woman was absolutely, one hundred percent cat-crazy. There was no denying it. She had been in love with cats since she was in the womb. Her mother, who was also a cat-person, would hold one of the fluffy creatures against her stomach when Roxy was on the way. The womb-enveloped baby would smack, poke and shuffle. Anything to get closer to that amazing motor-like purr she later discovered was a cat’s expression of delight.

Her job was her life. Period. There was no husband, boyfriend, or male anything else. Except of course, about half of her cat population. That’s not how she wanted it. That’s just how it was.

“You’re here early, Roxy.”

She looked up to see her assistant, Teresa Lynn. “Hey, yeah I decided to get an early start on those adoption forms today. Never can have too many willing pet-parents, now can we?”

Teresa Lynn smiled. “Exactly.”

The two women went about their morning duties. Teresa Lynn checked through their huge stack of mail, hoping to find an elusive donation.

“Found one!” she waved the envelope at her boss.

“Great!” said Roxy. “See if there’s any more. We’re coming up short on the mortgage this month. Not that it hasn’t happened before.”

“I’ll keep looking.” Teresa Lynn continued to flip through the stack. “Sorry. Just the one.”

“Rats,” Roxy muttered as she made her way down the narrow corridor between the cages of stray cats. She then turned her full attention to her charges. “Who’s hungry? Anybody? Raise your left paw if you want some breakfast.” Every fur-bearing creature in the place began to pace and howl. Roxy quickly filled bowls with cheap dry cat food (the only kind they could afford). One by one, cats purred and pranced, eager for his or her turn to gobble their rations.

Along with breakfast, each cat received a quick chin-scratch. Later on, they’d be let out of their pens in stages to frolic and mingle. At that time, Roxy and Teresa Lynn could give them more individualized petting and attention. During the kitty “happy hour”, the purr level usually reached the three hundred-decibel level.

“There now, doesn’t that feel better?” Oliver, the orange tabby, practically smiled as Roxy quickly brushed his long, tangled fur. “You just need a haircut, don’t you, my little man?”

Teresa Lynn giggled as she watched them. “You talk to them as if they were human.”

“Well, they think they’re people, so I guess I see them that way, too.” She smiled sheepishly.

Both women looked toward the front door as someone rattled the doorknob, trying to get in. Roxy stood up and put Oliver back in his cage. She walked to the door to peer through the glass. “We don’t open for another two hours. Sorry.”

The boy standing outside the door was frowning. His navy, hooded sweatshirt was too large for his skinny frame, and he needed a haircut, badly. Roxy waited for him to leave, but he stayed planted right where he stood.

She made a second attempt to dissuade her frumpy visitor. “Um, sorry, but we’re closed. Can you some back at 10:00?”

The boy simply stared through the glass at her. As she looked closer, she realized he was crying.

“I can’t stand it,” she muttered. “Why is this kid standing out there using the waterworks?” She unlocked the door and opened it for her unwelcome guest.

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Ruth J. Hartman

Author of "My Life in Mental Chains"

Author of "Purr", one of four stories in the "Must Love Cats" anthology

Contact: Rghartman@aol.com

Visit me at: www.ruthjhartman.blogspot.com

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"If you think you're crazy, then you're not. People who actually are crazy think they're normal." (excerpt from "My Life in Mental Chains.")

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Fantastic Guest!!! Victoria Roder

My wonderful visitors and friends, please make welcome a terrific guest, Victoria Roder. I am excited to have her here and want to make sure she feels part of the family. Victoria... welcome!

Visions…nightmares, and murder. If recurring dreams left you awake night after night in a frightened chill, would you search for their meaning? When it comes to the past the truth can be more frightening than a nightmare. That is the premise for my paranormal romance, The Dream House Visions And Nightmares published by Asylett Press.

I am author Victoria Roder and I live in central Wisconsin with my husband Ron and a house full of misfit pets. I began having recurring dreams about a house that my birth family lived in for a brief period of time when I was a child. Even with the passage of time, in the dreams I remained a young girl. I could see myself standing on a desolate street void of sound, lights, or cars. Next, instead of watching myself I starred through my own eyes at the ominous house. The dream never progressed, and I never entered the house. Each time I woke up I knew that I had experienced the dream before. The dream began to trouble me, so I discussed it with my sister Tammy. She suggested I write it down, in the hope that it wouldn’t bother me anymore.

I began recording the details of the dream and then instead of it not bothering me, it consumed me. I continued to dream about the house, but now the dreams began to evolve and take on a life of their own. It became a movie in my imagination; the characters developed and demanded screen time. I placed a notebook, flashlight, and pen beside the bed. My husband would wake up to find me holding the flashlight and frantically scribbling in the notebook.

The Dream House Visions And Nightmares is a murder mystery wrapped in a paranormal ghost story. Apparitions and vivid dreams reveal clues of mystery, murder, and age-old revenge. Recurring dreams of a house Hope Graham's family rented when she was a child, taunt her nights with images of a woman in a bloody nightgown pleading for help. Dream sequences of children metamorphosing into rats, blood spewing out of windows, and walking across decaying bones, foretell of sins of the past and forewarn of danger in the present. In an attempt to end the agony of her sleep deprivation, Hope travels to her hometown...only to discover that the truth can be more frightening than a nightmare.

Please check out my website www.victoriaroder.com where you can find out more about me and view the link I used for research on Dream Interpretation. The Dream House Visions And Nightmares, is available on the publisher’s website asylettpress.com, amazon.com, and barnesandnoble.com. My Action Thriller, Bolt Action is due out April 2010 from Champagn

Excerpt from The Dream House Visions And Nightmares, Asylett Press July 2009

I looked up and down the dimly lit street.

There was no evidence of life. Nor were there any sounds. No dogs barking. No horns honking. No children playing. Nothing. I focused on the house-on its paneless windows, weathered boards and dilapidated porch sinking into a sea of overgrown grass and weeds-and nausea overcame me as an overwhelming moldy odor permeated the air. The look of the house didn't make my skin crawl; it was the essence of it.

I watched the dilapidated house-it moved closer. Perhaps it lured me to it. I began to shiver. I looked down at the white cotton nightgown that I wore. Silk embossed flowers decorated the bodice. I was still straining to hear a sound when I realized, the blood had saturated my gown until it had become a second skin.

I felt a tug on my gown. I looked down-Rae's hair cascaded over her face as she clasped my hem through the fence. She pleaded, "Please, help me, please. Can't you hear my children screaming?"

I struggled to get away...

Pushing the Envelope

http://denaceleste.com/

Hi there! My name is Dena Celeste, and I’m an author of erotic romance. The genre that I tend to write in is BDSM, though even when it’s not explicitly BDSM my tales tend to have an Alpha male and a strong, yet submissive female somewhere in there. In my life and in my writing, I like to push the envelope on exploration.

In some ways that’s hard for me, and in some ways it comes naturally. I’m the curious sort, so exploring sensations, from feather ticklers to harsh canes, is natural for me. Seeing where pain and pleasure meld, where pain is erotic and where pleasure is painful, is also an interest of mine. It’s fascinating how we can use our bodies to communicate, to create, to go beyond thresholds we never thought we could.

I explore the sensations themselves in my books, but also the ‘whys’ that tend to come up. Some people feel like they’re freaks if they want a little bondage, or some spanking in the bedroom. Or even more than that sometimes! I want to show that there are differences in types of pain, types of pleasure, and how they can be played with to mutual satisfaction. Because my stories definitely explore a variety of kinks. There’s so much out there to try, and I want to see most of it, if I can.

The hard part for me comes with reining myself in. How far is too far for the people I’m writing for? It took me a long while to find a publisher that would accept the F/F/M ménage in Her Master’s Gift. Sexuality is also a fluid sort of thing, and exploring it is fun for me! But for some reason, women together just isn’t preferred. Thankfully, Noble Romance did accept my story and let me take it to the level I wanted to, the level that it deserved!

So, that begs the question, dear readers: how far is too far? That’s up to you of course! But I hope that my books can nudge the curious into action, and maybe even bring a sense of understanding to those on both sides of the line. Because I don’t just write about sex. I write about experiences.

So for the moment, there are limits on what I can write about and get published with a reasonably well-known, royalty paying publisher. Forms of play that have many facets. Watersports. Some people think “Eww!” but there’s something very primal about marking. Primal play, gang bangs, blood play that doesn’t have to involve vampires, hunting, sacred harlots, etc. And then there are other dynamics besides Master/slave or Dom/sub. There’s Owner/pet, Daddy/girl (which, despite popular belief, has nothing to do with Father/daughter), Rider/pony, Owner/toy and many others that some find hard to understand.

I don’t practice all of those dynamics of course, but I like to try to understand them. Too far, in my opinion, would be going beyond the realms of Safe, Sane and Consensual. Anything that would harm someone. I say harm, and not hurt or injure, because sometimes that’s the name of the game. Branding is an injury. So are bruises. And they can hurt. But consenting to those brings them into a different realm. Harming someone would be not respecting their free will in either giving consent or withholding it.

I do tend to dial my writing back a bit because I don’t just write hardcore BDSM, I write about romance and relationships. It’s not just about the play, it’s about what makes the play possible, enjoyable, and fulfilling. I don’t want to alienate the reader with something he or she isn’t ready for. Still, like I said before, I like to explore the boundaries, and push the limits. So I write what’s in my head, and keep my story ideas in a file for those times when I get a spark of inspiration on how to make it relatable to someone.

It sounds very clinical when I put it like that, but when I write it’s a very…visceral experience. I put myself in the character’s headspace. So I go into a place where I may not have been before. And I do the research by either asking my lover to help me experience those things, or talking to those who have experience in a certain dynamic or with certain toys that I don’t have the chance to experience yet.

I write either what I know, or what I want to know. Writing is my path to understanding, and I want to share it and help others learn what I have.

http://denaceleste.com/

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Romance in the Back Seat - Guest Blog

Darren Michaels

Flipside Erotica: Both Sides of the Story Vol. 1

I hope you enjoy my Top Ten Lists, and take them for what they are worth…mainly entertainment. But like the old saying goes, sometimes there is nothing funnier than the truth.

I am often asked how I came up with the idea for telling both sides of the same erotic story. I think it really ties in with the lists I wrote out. The reality is that when it comes to having sex, most of the time I have no idea what I do right and what I do wrong in the “preliminaries” to end up there. Actually, I shouldn’t say no idea, but I certainly have come to terms with the fact that most of the time I have no idea what women are thinking. So to rectify this, I started asking questions.

When I would write a story, and then “translate it” into the women’s point of view, I would show it to the woman who was involved in that encounter. I had the luxury of having good relationships with these women and was able to gain a lot of insight into the female mind. I did things “right” more often than I thought, and also gave myself credit where I was way off base, too. Yes, ladies…go ahead and laugh. But I learned a lot about the process as a whole. I used to think getting someone there was always a little like a hostage negotiation, but I have learned that sex is something women want just as much.

Now I can freely jump back and forth between perspectives, and even write stories in the women’s point of view first. I sit around and laugh when listening to my male friends reciting stories from the bars on Friday night; things they said or did that I just laugh at knowing it didn’t have the affect they were hoping for. It is highly entertaining. And I can also sit with a group of women and hold my own in your conversations about the same thing. I am eerily in touch with my feminine side, and toe the line on Metrosexual at times a little more than I am comfortable with

So what this really means is that it is still amazing to me that men and women get together at all; the agendas are so different, and the criteria vastly different. Thank God for alcohol. Hope you enjoy my book, and the unique perspective I try to bring by showing both sides of the stories. Half of them are real and half are made up…can you tell which is which???

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Top Ten List of what men think women think about during sex

1. Am I sexy?

2. Do I look okay???

3. Am I doing it right?

4. Does he really like me?

5. Will he call me again?

6. Focus so I can finish.

7. Ugh I wish it was bigger

8. Is he going to stay afterwards?

9. Am I gonna regret this???

10. Love me love me love me marry me have kids, I wonder how many and what their names should be……

Top ten list of what women really think about during sex.

1. Relax!!! BREATHE BREATHE

2. Focus, focus, focus….

3. Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing.

4. Brad Pitt in… well anything.

5. Gerard Butler , 300 nuff said.

6. Oh God, I am so close!

7. A little farther left! A little farther left!!!

8. I really need to touch up this ceiling paint…..

9. Is he done already???

10. Why isn’t he done yet????/

Top Ten List of women think men think about during sex

1. Pornstars

2. Strippers

3. Ex Girlfriends

4. What do I have to say to have her let me………

5. Is she really enjoying it?

6. Oh my God I am having sex!!!

7. Dead puppies, Baseball, my grandmother…ok I can come now.

8. Where are my pants?

9. nearest exit is where again?

10. I am a rock star.

Top Ten list: what men really think about during sex (once we’ve got the okay to finish)

1. Pornstars

2. Strippers

3. Ex girlfriends

4. The girl at the office.

5. The girl at the grocery store.

6. The girl at the coffee shop.

7. The girl at the mall.

8. The girl at the gym.

9. Your girlfriend’s best friend.

10. Hot female celebrities

Top ten list of what men think about during sex (trying to last past five minutes)

1. SportsCenter

2. The starting line up for the 2001 New York Yankees.

3. Margaret Thatcher on a cold day

4. Algebra equations.

5. Who is playing in the Monday Night Football game?

6. I need to trade one of my running backs and get a better wide receiver for my Fantasy

football team.

7. Work

8. SportsCenter

9. Music lyrics

10. The Ultimate Fighting Championships Greatest Knockouts Volume 4