In the mood...

I am in the mood for some angry sex....so here is a great scene from Blood Visions:

Her gaze locked onto it and he saw her hands clench in his wolf’s fur. The scent of her arousal hit him a second later and he let loose with a savage howl before he leaped at her.

He crushed his lips to hers, forcing them open and thrusting his tongue inside. His hands roamed her body roughly, pulling and tearing at her clothing. If he was going to have her, then he was going to have her his way. Rough and tough, not loving and mating. She wanted him and he wanted her. That is all it needed to be. Raw and instinctual, they were driven to satisfy themselves. No reason to fight it. Ones basest instincts always seemed to win out anyway. And his said take, take what he could without giving anything back.

She moaned against his mouth and her body rubbed against his unabashedly. He tore his mouth away and latched onto one of her perfect pink nipples. She cried out and dug her hands in his hair, holding him close, begging for more.

The sound of her accepting pleasure fueled him. He ran a hand up her thigh, forcing her legs apart. When he thrust a finger into her wetness, she screamed out in ecstasy. She was more than ready for him he realized with an all-consuming pride. He shifted his body and removed his hand, quickly replacing it with his aching cock.

Zyra grasped his head and he could hear her grind her teeth as if she were fighting the impulse to bite him, take his blood. He wondered briefly what that would be like, would it increase the pleasure for one or both of them?

Tarquin couldn’t understand the pleasure he got from her. The undeniable rightness of being inside her. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Each stroke shot lightning through his body, every whimper of pleasure from her lips ripped an answering one from his. Her hands running over his chest and back as he thrust over her was like gasoline to his roaring fire of desire.

His original intent had been to gain his own pleasure, not caring for hers, but that had all changed once he was inside. He needed her orgasm more than he needed his own. Never before had he cared about the pleasure of his lovers. Not this much. They had all cum, sure, but if they hadn’t, he wasn’t sure if he would have cared.

Not with Zyra, she had to cum or he didn’t think he would be able to.

Tarquin rolled to his back, bringing her to the top. She rocked against him and he dug his heels into the ground to steady himself, to hold back. He moved one hand between them and stroked her clit to pleasure her faster. She hissed, then increased the tempo, slamming herself against

him with more power than her small frame looked capable of.

Zyra screamed out his name and raked her nails down his chest in her release. He let go, taking his own release inside of her clenching body. He howled his ultimate pleasure up at the moon.

Find the book here: http://www.extasybooks.com/blood-visions/

Blindfold Me excerpt

It's storming here in NYC..Irene and all, so I'll just leave you guys with an excerpt from Blindfold Me.

 “Uh, Mr. St.Clair? We have a situation.”
    He turned around. “What is it, Ms. Benson?”
    She glanced at the floor then squared her shoulders and stared him in the eye. “Our client list has been compromised.”
    Silence filled the room.
    “I’m sorry, repeat that?”
    “Our system was hacked a few weeks ago. Someone has been soliciting our clients, trying to get them to switch suppliers.”
    “How long ago did you say this happened?” he asked.
    “About two weeks ago. Why?”
    Grayson took a deep breath and prayed for patience. “Why wasn’t I informed the minute this happened?”
    “In case you forgot, we learned your identity like a minute ago.” She folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes.
    “Yes, but I seem to recall you being in contact with Richard this whole time. Why didn’t you tell him?” he demanded.
    “I wanted to make sure there was something to tell,” she said. “We knew we were hacked, but we had no idea why, or what the damage was, until three customers contacted us.”
    “That’s unacceptable. It was your job to make sure the company ran smoothly during the transition.”
    “I know that, but I had no control over the situation.”
    “Not good enough!”
    Hayden laid a hand on his shoulder. “Gray, come on. Take it easy. Let her explain.”
    “Explain? Explain what? That I’m now the proud owner of a company whose clients could jump ship at any time?” Grayson shrugged his hand away.
    “Our clients wouldn’t do that. They’re loyal to us,” Lyric said softly.
    Grayson swung around to face her. “And what the hell would you know about loyalty, huh? The minute they’re quoted a cheaper price, they’ll be gone!”
    She bit her bottom lip, but kept silent.
    Everyone in the room stared at them. Grayson turned to Evelyn. The secretary watched him with her mouth open.
    “Get them out of here.” He gestured to the workers at the table. “Lyric stays.”
    Hayden and Richard sent him questioning frowns, but didn’t say a word as they followed everyone else out the door.
    Evelyn stopped at the door. “Will you be okay?” she asked Lyric.
    “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” Lyric smiled.
    At that, Evelyn slipped out the door and closed it behind her.
    They faced each other as if on a battlefield, even though they weren’t more than a couple feet apart.
    “Explain yourself.” Grayson raked his gaze over her.
    “I already have.” She scowled.
    “No, you haven’t. You haven’t explained why you allowed me to walk into this situation completely blindfolded.”
    “Aren’t you being a bit overdramatic?” she asked.
     Is she for real? He stared at her. “Someone hacked the company’s system, accessed our exclusive client list, and is using said list to seduce our clients over to their side.” He breathed. “And the person who should’ve been protecting my company thinks I’m being overdramatic. Am I right?”
    “Look, Gray, I’m really sorry.” She touched his arm. Grayson flinched away and she dropped her hand. “I’m sorry, but we can fix it.”
    He brushed a hand over his face and paced. “Yeah? How do you propose we do this?”
    She took a seat on the conference table and tucked a strand of hair behind her right ear. A move so familiar, memories threatened to overwhelm him. Another time, another place. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it and focused on what she had to say.
    “The culprit has to be one of Ilsha’s competitors. There are only three in the New York area who specialize in the same type of products we do. I say we investigate to see which one is the guilty party.”
    He stared at her, at the familiar curve of her neck and inviting glow of her skin.
    “Did you hear what I said?” she asked.
    He blinked. “Yeah, something about looking at the competitors.”
    She nodded.
    “All right, I’ll have Richard look into it.”
    “Why him?” She wrinkled her brow. “I was hoping we could do it.”
    “We who?”
    “Me and you–us,” she said. “I’m the manager and this happened on my watch.”
    “You’re right, of course.” He shifted to the front of her, a move calculated to force her to look up at him. “I can’t fire you because of the sales agreement, so you’ll have to fix this mess,” he said coolly.
    “What?” Surprise pitched her voice higher. “What does the sales agreement say?”
    “Do you want to leave? Because you can, nothing’s stopping you.” He granted her a mocking smile.
    “Like I’d give you the satisfaction. I’m staying put, so answer the question. What did you mean?”
    Grayson sighed. “There’s a clause in the sales agreement by the previous owner. He wants me to keep on the current staff for at least six months. Anyone can leave if they want, but I can’t fire anybody.”
    Lyric pursed her lips. “If you had your way, I’d be long gone. Wouldn’t I?” She spoke the words quietly, head tilted to look up at him.
    “Well, yes. Especially since you practically gave our clients away.”
    “Bastard,” she spat. “This has nothing to do with Ilsha.” Her fists clenched in her lap.
    Grayson kept his face blank and met her gaze head-on.
    “You still hate me.” Her chest heaved. “You still hate me after all these years.”
    “What do you expect, Lyric?” Thirteen years of pain and anguish clung to every word he spoke. “You slept with my brother!”

Secret Cravings

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Apology...

I was absent last week, I owe you all an apology....of course I won't give you one. I deserve a week off! Especially after the hell my author puts me through. I need her...safe shall we say and happy, so I do thing sometimes to assure this is the case. Like when she decides to traipse around in corsets and mini skirts at conventions! Yeah I saw that, I was there watching from the shadows. It was a nice break from some of the drama around here lately...ugh selkies being an insane pain and my neighbor...I want to rip out her throat! But I won't...I promised Paxton I wouldn't.

So last week I decided I needed a break...I know you all missed me terribly. Oh yes and I come bearing good news. There is progress on Immortal Council Series #7

New website...and other stuff

I got myself a spanking new website. Made it over, it’s looking all spiffy and isht LOL I like it, but your opinion matters too. Check it out and tell me your thoughts.

http://avrilashton.webs.com

Also, my books are now available to be autographed on Kinglegraph. If you want mine or any other author’s, hit up the site. The direct link to request my SIG is http://kindlegraph.com/authors/AvrilAsh

Request away!  

Lately I’ve been struggling with the idea of nixing my blog. Deleting the damn thing. It requires time I don’t have anymore, and I really don’t like the thing sitting there, taking up space. Know what I mean?

If the madness overtakes me, I may get rid of it and call it a day. Too many irons in the fire, not nearly enough time to deal with them all. Something’s gotta give and since my blog’s already being treated as the red-headed step-child, I may have to pull the plug.

We’ll see.

On a roll!

Since my human quit smoking analog cigarettes, it’s been almost impossible to get her to start writing again, but I’m happy to announce that she has bounced back from her perceived depression and is now back in full swing. Of course, unbeknownst to her, I had to do a little mind manipulation. LOL

So, keep your eyes out for an all new Carly Bright and soon after that, we will reveal another Hightower book.

In the meantime, I have some left over book marks and trading cards if anyone would like one, send me an email with your snail mail addy and I’ll get it out to you pronto.  Tamara@anniealvarez.net 

Front of Bookmark:

Back of Bookmark:

Front of Trading Card:

Back of Trading Card:

Enjoy!

A Taste of One Wicked Night

I found out this week that One Wicked Night is an ARe bestseller! To top it off, I received 4.5 star rating from JBPReviews last night. Awesome stuff all around. Thought I'd tease you with an excerpt if you haven't read it yet. See what the fuss is all about, eh?

Their tongues slid over each other, their moans echoing. His hard arms brought her flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. Between their bodies, his cock grew thicker, harder. Her lashes fluttered closed on a sigh as her damp pussy purred its approval. One taste and she was hooked.

Myka wrapped her arms around his neck, then drew back and flicked her tongue over the seam of his mouth. He shrugged out of his jacket and t-shirt while she unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. With his chest and torso exposed, she bent and flicked her tongue over his left nipple.
His breath hitched and his body drew taut as his blunt fingers dug into her scalp.
Feathering kisses over his chest, she ran her hands across the wide expanse of smooth, delicious flesh. His heart beat furiously under her palm and she smiled at the way he reacted to her touch.
She moved to drop to her knees, so she could get up-close and personal with his cock, but he caught her arm. Eyebrow raised, she looked up at him.
Sharp lines stood out on his angular face. ―My turn.‖ His voice sounded deeper, his accent more pronounced.
Myka straightened
"Turnabout is fair play," he growled.
Her eyes flew open. He suckled her nipple through the material of her top. Heat speared her pulsing core, then spiraled through her body.
"Ah, God." She reached up, untied her halter, then pulled out the pins holding her heavy hair in place.
Mr. Dark dropped to his knees. Her breath stuttered, the "Slippery when wet," he read the words out loud, then looked up at her. "Let‘s test that theory." His finger made its way between her legs.
hairpins fell unheeded to the floor as he went to work on unfastening her jeans.
His tongue slid into her navel and flicked over the diamond hidden there. Her stomach muscles contracted and her wet core pulsed. He pushed the jeans and underwear off her hips and down her legs. Licking his lips, he leaned in, peering at the tattoo above her pubic area—her twenty-fifth birthday present to herself.

She tensed, then widened her stance. The hand on her waist tightened as his lips and teeth nipped at the soft skin of her belly. A thick finger slid into her. She gasped, inner muscles tightening around him.
"Fuck!" he hissed, the fingers at her hips digging into her flesh.
She rolled her hips, letting her head fall back. Her hands clutched his head as a wave of fire washed over her. He withdrew his finger and they locked eyes. He licked his finger clean, groaning at the taste.
Pulling away, he lifted her off her feet and walked a couple steps to tumble her onto the bed. He pounced before she stopped bouncing on the mattress, his mouth closing over a nipple, a finger plunging into her aching pussy.
Strangled sounds came from her throat, but she was deaf to them. She bucked and writhed. Blood pounded in her ears. This stranger made her feel things she‘d never felt. Took her places she‘d never been.
He added two fingers down below while his tongue glided over her nipple. Wet, erotic noises blended with her groans as he sucked. He bit down on her as his fingers scraped her walls, beckoning her to come.
The orgasm started at her toes, curled them and raced
upward, bowing her body under the force. Stiff fingers gripped the sheets as she arched off the bed. Her cries echoed through the room.
She fell back onto the bed, breath ragged, chest heaving, and sweat dripping down her face. He kissed her eyes, her lips.
"Condoms?" she asked.
Nodding, he got up to retrieve them, tugging off his jeans as he went. Lines in a foreign language were tattooed on his right shoulder. She watched him put the rubber on and swallowed. Her throat felt raw, overused. He crawled back up her body, his fingers once again dipping between her legs. She spread them wide, a fresh rush of heat pouring from her.
He positioned himself between her thighs and she reached between them to glide a finger down his length. He stiffened and groaned, then thrust himself into her palm. She caressed him through the condom, savoring his heat and hardness. One last squeeze, then she laid back and guided him to her entrance.
In a sharp thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. She cried out even as her legs rose to wrap around his waist and pull him closer. Lowering himself on his elbows, his hungry mouth found hers. Joined, they began to move. She swallowed his groans as he pounded into her, filled her.
Myka broke the kiss and panted. "God, yes…fuck me!" She dragged her nails down his back.
He froze and lifted his head to stare at her.
She sank her teeth into her lower lip and met his eyes. "Whats wrong?"
His nostrils flared. "Do that again." The three snarled words made her body clench.
"Do-do what?"
"Your nails on my back. Again."

Brand New Excerpt!

This weekend my author will be making an appearance at the local Sci/fi convention SpoCon. A fun and exciting thing, she will be reading something kind of spicy from my series. A couple pieces from Skin and Moon. I thought you all might like the chance to read it, since I know you won't all be able to make it to the author reading.... so here is part of what she will read.

Terrance tracked Emmalia from Walker Weston’s dungeon prison. He followed her faint scent. She must be using magic to hide from me. It wouldn’t work. Terrance merged with his black wolf and her scent intensified. As a werewolf, his senses were heightened and he could smell everything in the air, especially her. His wolf had declared her mate and she would not escape him. Her scent called to him, a mouthwatering mix of spicy witch and mate.

She was the reason Terrance had stayed in that prison as long as he had. He could have walked through the wall to freedom at any time, but he couldn’t have left her there to possibly suffer. She was his mate and leaving without her went against every instinct he had, and of course his wolf refused to even consider such an idea. It would have been nice if she hadn’t been so damn disagreeable though.

She had often told him how she wanted nothing to do with him or his wolf and how she would run from him as soon as she had the chance. She had done just that as soon as the barriers holding back her abilities were destroyed. It had stunned him how quickly she’d been gone. It had triggered his every tracking and claiming instinct.

Terrance hadn’t even waited around to talk with Paxton and the other council members. Nothing mattered more than the tiny vixen making her way at an impossibly fast pace south. She wasn’t as fast as him and if it wasn’t for him having to stop every so often to concentrate and find her scent again, he would have surely overtaken her by now.

The chase she was giving him was thrilling, his blood pumped hot through his veins. He could feel all his mating instincts boiling up, ready to explode on her as soon as he got the chance. She would be claimed in no time. He growled, thinking about how this chase would end, with her under him over and over again. There was no other option, she was his mate.

Terrance pushed away the remembered words of hatred she’d spat at him when he’d informed her of the wonderful news of their mating. Witches and werewolves were not on the friendliest of terms. In the past, weres had been known to hunt witches. Since they were the hardest species to track by scent, it was the biggest challenge for a were. Of course that had been a very long time ago. Terrance doubted most living weres and witches had even been alive at the time, or at least they were no more than children. It had sparked quite the war within the immortal world and a sort of peace had resulted. Each species going their separate ways, but apparently not forgetting.

Werewolves didn’t think much of witches either. Commonly referred to as crazy bitches by most immortal species, witches were avoided. They tended to overreact and lash out, not the type of being you wanted to cross. Some were extremely powerful and could kill you almost instantly, but you would never know just to look at one. They dressed like gothic sluts most of the time and acted like it, too.

Terrance paused, testing the air. They were close to some human town now and there were so many scents filling the air. He wouldn’t give up though, no matter how long it might take to find her. She was his and that was all that mattered.

* * * *

Emmalia was proud of herself. She had outsmarted the stupid were two weeks ago when they’d finally escaped that terrible dungeon and he still hadn’t caught up to her. Was he still looking? She hoped he wasn’t, she reminded herself for like the thousandth time. She hoped he had given up his insane belief that they were mates.

She shivered, remembering how it felt the one time he had slipped through the wall separating their cells and taken her into his arms. She had been too shocked to push him away. Her body had reacted almost instantly, her skin on fire where he touched her. As he whispered promises in her ear, she only half-heard, her lower body pressed forward of its own accord, seeking him out. She had felt his hard cock, could still close her eyes and feel it pressed intimately against her, wanting her. Her body had reacted with wanting and needing, her cunt dripping.

Thankfully footsteps had come quickly down the hall and forced him to retreat to his cell. When her head cleared, she’d forbidden him to ever enter her cell again. He’d obeyed, declaring himself her mate and wanting nothing more than to protect her and make her happy. They had spent four days in there together and the entire time, he tried to convince her they would be together eventually. She had denied every one of his insane claims.

I will hunt you down. A were’s mate cannot hide, he’d claimed and she’d believed at least part of that, believed he would try and find her, but she knew she could hide. There wasn’t a witch alive who didn’t know how to hide from a were. Being hunted was something a species didn’t really get over or forget.

By the time she had zigzagged her way back to her coven, she’d been glowing bright green from all the spells she’d cast. It’d been a week before they had all worn off and she’d been back to her usual perfectly peach self.

Inside, she wasn’t so easily righted. In her dreams, she saw his wolf, its glowing yellow eyes staring at her through the darkness. They were terrifying eyes, but she was drawn to them. Then she would see him, his intense brown eyes focused on her, his tempting mouth half-smiling. Growls would erupt from both him and his beast and her body would react. Not the way it was supposed to, however, not with fear, but with lust. Lust more intense than she had ever felt in her long life.

She wanted him and hated herself for it. It was a betrayal of her coven to want to mate with that species. Almost any other would be acceptable. Witches weren’t purists. They often went outside their species for sexual play. They didn’t mate in the traditional sense like other species did anyway. When a witch wanted a child, she sought out a warlock, they would stay together as long as it took to conceive and birth. If the child was female, it would return with the witch, if it was male, the warlock would take it. The parents never stayed together longer than necessary. It would never work, both species being so volatile, and the bond between a witch and her coven was her lifeline. She couldn’t live without that. Her magic would wither and she would die without it.

Emmalia knew werewolves were much different. They mated for life and they lived with their mate forever. She shuddered at the thought. Witches needed the energy of each other. It was part of what made them so strong.

“Emmalia, are you ready yet? We’re going to miss the boat!” Selene, one of her coven sisters and her best friend, called up the stairs.

“I’m ready,” she called back as she closed up her suitcase. The coven was taking a vacation, a Mexican cruise. Leticia, their coven leader, had surprised them with it last week, saying they all were in need of a getaway.

Emmalia was thankful for the distraction. Hopefully by the end of the cruise she would have that damn werewolf out of her mind. She was horny as hell and planned to find a human or two to sate herself with while they were on the boat. Witches were very sexual beings by nature, their bodies extremely sensitive to touch because their power flowed so close to the surface. It made for great sex and no witch abstained from the pleasure for long.

“Are you okay?”

Emmalia jumped at the sound of Selene’s voice close behind her. “Yeah…I’m great, excited about the trip.”

“Liar,” Selene spat at her with a knowing grin. “You are wound so tight I think just the thought of sex could bring you to orgasm.”

Emmalia’s mouth gaped. She wasn’t surprised by Selene’s words, outspokenness was an inherent trait in the witches and sex was as ordinary as dessert as far as conversation went. It was more alarming that Selene had detected what Emmalia thought she was stealthily hiding. Does everyone see how desperate I am for the touch of a werewolf?

Emmalia couldn’t deny Selene’s words so she fell back onto her bed and closed her eyes tight. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she grumbled up at her friend. “I just want to go on this vacation and forget about it.”

“You mean fuck this guy out of your head?”

Emmalia moved fast, grabbed a pillow and flung it at Selene with a playful giggle.

“I’m so not bunking with you. You have only dirty things on your mind and I won’t manage to relax at all on this vacation,” Selene teased.

Check out Skin and Moon, Immortal Councils Series #5 at www.extasybooks.com

A bit of Pimping...

It's been a while since I've pimped out my books, so I figured I'd share an excerpt from Make Me Sweat. This interracial novella pubbed with Evernight Publishing is my best and fastest selling work to date. It's sitting pretty at 13,380 in the Amazon Bestseller ranks which is goood stuff. At one point it'd dipped to 8,150, so I'm stoked. Reviews have been awesome as well.

Eough with my bragging, here's an excerpt:

Ever Marcille blinked up at the last man she should be swapping bodily fluids with. Did Ian Dakota just ask her to spend the night with him? And was she seriously contemplating it?

The job she came here to do was done. She’d planted the tiny listening device on the underside of his huge oak desk—the one he’d fucked her on—so it was back to Wes. There was no space on her calendar for a second round of bump and grind with the club owner known for his many varied criminal activities.

Never mind she was a criminal, too.

“Ever.”

Damn it, she blinked again. Ever parted her lips to tell him no, but he kissed her. Fucking man and his kisses. He tasted of her pussy and whiskey. A heady mixture she could get drunk on. She opened wider under his insistent probe and got swept away by that damn tongue of his. Still lodged deep inside her, his cock twitched and she tightened around him.

He bucked, her hips swiveled, and someone knocked on the door. Ever cursed and rejoiced quietly. Saved from compounding her mistake, now to make a quick exit.

Dak flipped his heavy dark hair over his shoulder and yelled. “What?”

The voice of the security guard who’d escorted Ever upstairs came through the door. “That call you’ve been expecting? On line two.”

Dak signed. “Thanks, Jayce.” Regret shadowed his eyes as he held Ever’s gaze. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to take this.”

She shrugged. “Do your thing.” With infinite slowness, hoping to prolong the feeling, she eased off his cock, lifting up until they were separated. Fucking torture that. His rough fingers fluttered on her hip as she slid down his body and stood on wobbly feet.

Blowing her sweaty bangs out of her eyes, Ever offered him a smile. “Point me in the direction of your bathroom and I’m good.”

Dak jerked his chin, indicating a closed door to her left. She pivoted and he grabbed her arm. “You didn’t answer me earlier.”

Ever met his eyes over her shoulder. Dark and brooding, they mesmerized her.

“Spend the night with me.”

To keep from shouting yes to the rooftops and having Wes declare her more crazy than normal, Ever pursed her lips. “Where do you live?” It wasn’t that she didn’t know where Ian Dakota lived. She and Wes made it a point to know everything about the people they did business with, but some time needed to be bought.                 

He named a very affluent neighborhood, and she nodded, shrugging off his hand. “Take your call, I’ll think about it.” She snatched her dress from the floor and hurried to the bathroom.

Inside the huge, luxurious bathroom, she bolted the door and sagged against it. Stupid. A very stupid move bumping uglies with a potential client. Her sole mission had been to get the bug planted. That way if he needed anything to use against Mr. Dakota, they’d have it at the ready. He didn’t get to be a profitable weapons broker without issuing a few threats and blackmailing a couple people. In fact, she knew first hand how much worse things could get.

Ian Dakota wanted weapons, and he’d contacted Ever for them, only he didn’t know who she was. He didn’t know the woman he’d fucked was the only person standing between him and the mysterious arms dealer named Ghost.

Splashing water on her face, Ever fixed her hair back into its original upsweep and stepped into her dress. One last, deep breath then she opened the door and stepped outside. The dimly lit office was quiet, with Dak nowhere in sight, but the gorgeous security guy from earlier stood by the windows.

“He wants you to wait for him.” He didn’t look in her direction.

Ever smiled and eyed the well-muscled man in a black t-shirt and faded jeans. He had one of the best asses she’d seen on anyone, not that she’d tell him that. “Jayce, right?”

Jayce nodded and turned to her, dark glasses covering his eyes. The sharp crew cut gave him a severe appearance, one she suspected he cultivated.

“Jayce, it’s been a pleasure.” She pulled open the door leading outside and glanced at him over her shoulder. “Kindly tell your boss I wait for no one.”



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Signed E-Books!

Hey its Courtney Breazile here today, I am taking over the blog for a day. It wasn't really all that hard, Zyra likes me. I wanted to tell all of you about the awesome new feature for kindle books, e-signatures! Want a signed copy of your favorite e-book? Check out http://www.kindlegraph.com and see if your favorite author has set up an account.

My account is here: http://kindlegraph.com/authors/cbreazile If you have one of my ebooks on your kindle I would love to sign it for you :)

Is it Cold in here?

It's been brought to my attention recently, by the Mr no less, that I can be a bit...hard assed and cold. Bacially I'm a beyotch. I mean, really? It's been years and still he's all surprised at my attitude.

It started because I've been ignoring my friend, my very best friend, for like a year and a half. I grew disillusioned with the friendship and just began giving her the cold shoulder. Ignoring her attempts to make up on FB and the rest. Listen, I know exactly what I am, therefore I know my limits. She loved me once, she should know them too.

I have no time for fake ones, nor do I suffer fools. But, that's neither here nor there.

I should give her another chance, according to the Mr. I should make an effort since we've been soo close for soo long. Damn man with all his shoulds.

I promised him I'd think about it and I will.

In the meantime, I've signed myself up for a month-long writing challenge on Twitter, beginning August 1. That's my attempt to get the last Wicked book written. August 40k. I hope I achieve that goal, or at least make some real headway.

And now...drumroll, please... Six Sentence Sunday   

Why You Shouldn’t Become A Vampire

Well, after having spent a long time with your Vampire partner (long from your mortal point of view), you might consider making your relationship permanent. And you know what that means. But don’t be hasty. Check the three steps to the Dark side:


1. Why You Should Become A Vampire (last month)


2. Why You Shouldn’t Become A Vampire (this month)


3. You’ve decided to become a Vampire – How To Do It? (next month)


There are a few reasons that might make you rethink your plans. Check carefully:


You like to play baseball or tennis or similar with your friends every other week.

You like your even suntan, you like nude beaches and the occasional daring appearance on the promenade.

You suffer from claustrophobia. Going to sleep in a coffin is a terrifying thought.

You are a free mind, you absolutely can’t stand being ordered around. In this case, wait for the “Newly transformed Vampires 101”, which I’ll post here the next-but-one month, and check for the hierarchy stuff.

You love garlic.

You plan to have children of your own, or you already have some.

You like sailing, surfing and yachting, and rather not all alone.

You like backcountry hiking and camping, or even sleeping under open sky.

You’re aware that you’d become the anathema of your religious beliefs.

If you’ve scored at least two, go back, and if the reason remains, drop your plans. You’re not prepared for the change yet, and you wouldn’t get along.

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By the rules she’s established herself, Zoe appears guilty, and the death warrant has to be issued. She will never break her own rules, even if it means having to execute herself. Can April find a way to convince her soulmate otherwise?

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Beaches

I know the subject seems odd, for a vampire, but I am a total beach bum at times. It is at night that I go, but that is almost a better time anyway. No nasty humans around to take up space and annoy me. Not only that, but the water feels so good after a long hot day. Its refreshing, I love to dip in, skinny dip with Tarquin under the moon. We will even at times bring a blanket and lay it out on the sand, after swimming we lay there and make love on the beach....oh how I love summer.

As much as I look forward to shorter days and longer night of fall and winter, I just can't not be happy when laying on a deserted beach naked with Tarquin. Peaceful and relaxing, something I haven't gotten much of at home lately. Especially since my nosey neighbor has been returned....yeah I am trying very hard not to go over and rip out her throat....very hard. Getting away with Tarquin helps, if I don't see her, or her house or smell her stupid human blood, then I don't want to sink my fangs deep in her vein...almost...

Maybe I should just live here at the beach, I don't really need to return to Portland do I? If it wasn't for Tarquin's pain in the ass pack, I think I could. Unfortunately he can't live without them, and I can't live without him.

So the beach is a nice break...I will be enjoying it for a few more days.

All is Right in my World!

As anticipated, I got my netbook back last Tuesday! All parts working, everything in order, and now all is as it should be in my writing world. Nothing against those who've taken the pen and paper route, but I've been there, done that, and never want to revisit.

Aside from doing my writing on the netbook, I read on it. My Kindle for desktop is on it, hate reading off the regular PC and I don't have an ereader. Plus my rather extensive collection of ebook pdfs are also on the netbook. With it out of commission, I'd been relegated to reading off my Android. Yeah, that did my unseeing eyes no favors.

I've taken poor little Nettie for granted, thinking she'd always be at my side, on my lap, but that's not necessarily the case and I have to have a back up in place should the problem ever arise where I'm without her again. Haven't come up with anything so far, but I will.

In the meantime, enjoy my Six Sentence Sunday contribution.    

Updates

The long awaited trading cards are finally in my hot little hands and they look wonderful! See for yourself.

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Scorching Erotic One Bit - Dragon Heart

May Contain Sexual Content, and blatant description of sexual activity,  please be advised.

Alayna's hands were freezing, the rest of her was fairly warm by the fire but not her hands. She rubbed them together moving closer to the fire. A crunch of footsteps got her attention and she watched him take a seat. “Cold?”

“Just my hands.” It was a beautiful night in the forest, quiet and a sky full of stars. The moon cast a bright soft glow over everything. Everything was beautiful

Garrett reached over pressing his hands around hers rubbing warmth into them. “The coffee should be ready.” He reached behind him and turned with two metal mugs. He lifted the coffee carafe off the fire and filled her mug. She wrapped her hands around it and he filled his own. He settled back taking a sip of the coffee. “Is it okay?”

“Yeah, it’s great…warm.”

He smiled and settled in behind her, his legs outlining hers and she leaned back into his chest. His arm naturally wrapped around her and his warmth encircled her. A tingle lined her spine and she loved how she felt in his arms. He shifted and she heard him put his coffee cup down. Both of his arms and wrapped around her before he began nuzzling her neck. The chills raking her back made her giggle, motivating him more. She laughed aloud turning to face him. She caught his eye and became mesmerized. His hand cupped her cheek drawing up into her hair, before he pulled her to him. His mouth met hers with a gentle touch. A sweet hesitation that she found irresistible. His lips met hers again this time with more demand and she kissed him back, her body igniting. She opened to him and he explored her mouth. She lashed at his tongue, the rising desire seeping through her pores.  She twisted her body straddling his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she laced her fingers through his hair. His musky scent filled her with the warmth of home, she belong here, in his arms. His hands cupped her ass pressing her against his groin. “Oh baby…”

He growled, devouring her mouth. His hands moved to her waist, pushing beneath her sweater he unclasped her bra before cupping her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples and then rolling them beneath the pads of his thumbs. She inwardly cursed him for knowing her so well. He knew her buttons, the ways to make her crazy with desire. Her nipples screamed in pleasure, shooting hunger through her body and making her pussy moist in desire.  His teeth raked at her neck and she reached down stroking his hardening cock through his jeans.

She wanted him now, she needed to feel his hardness fulfill her primal needs.

The cold disappeared, there was only the wanton heat of his body begging for release. His body tensed and he shifted, lifting her off the ground, her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the layered blankets and pillows he had created for them to sleep on under the stars. Laying her onto the blankets beneath him. She ripped off her sweater, and he pulled off his, her hands went for his belt, button and zipper. Tonguing her nipples she strained to focus and finally gave up with a whimper. Once she had given up he began to suckle on her nipple while unbuttoning her jeans. Tugging them of her legs, he discarded her shoes and then the jeans. His mouth created a trail down her body, his hands still teasing and taunting her nipples. He reached his goal, leaving small kiss just above her clit he teased the inside of her thighs, hitting the spot that made her giggle. Driving her mad he circled, licked and nipped everywhere but where she wanted him. “Yes…please oh god…” he finally pulled her clit into his mouth. Her back arched pushing her pussy against his mouth. His tongue slipped into her opening, teasing her with the stimulation. A stiff digit slipped in past his tongue and pushed inward before curling. Gripping his hair, her body writhed in desire. She couldn’t get enough. His tongue once again on her clit,, her body shook uncontrolled, turned to liquid and crashed beneath his ministrations. She screamed, losing control and he pushed her further. Every nerve in her body continued exploding into fire. He lapped at her as she floated down, his kisses moved up her body and back to her nipples. She reignited, unable to believe the way he controlled her lust, but it was time and she hungered for his cock. She finished undoing his pants, her hands grapping him hard. He moved against her hand and she rolled him onto his back. Starting with his nipples she suckled and nipped each one, continuing to stroke his cock. His breathing became heavy and she moved down to her prize. He glistened with pre cum and she greedily sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his head, she closed her lips around the ridge and sucked, wanting to literally suck the cum out of him. Her hand continued to stroke his steel cock. His hips moved with her hand. Swirling his head once more, she took him down her throat. Her hand played with his balls, while her tongue and throat massaged his head and shaft.

“Fuck…babe…you’re killing me.” His hands curled in her hair and she moved to his mouth. He ravaged her mouth, his hand clenching the back of her neck. He rolled her beneath him and shifted. His cock slid against her clit and she whimpered in desire, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Garrett please, I need you inside me. Make love to me, I want to explode on your cock… please, baby…”He kissed her roughly before shifting his hips, he filled her with a strong thrust. Her body welcome him, humming with the wanted union. “Garrett, oh god you feel so good.”

His cock filled her again and again, each thrust pummeling her restraint. He slowed, hovering over her, kissing her sweetly. Their bodies entwined rocking in steady flow against each other.  The need for release steadily grew between them and his kisses became more urgent. His body thrusting harder, faster. Pushing upward he came into at an angle repeatedly hitting her just right. “Oh Garrett, yes…don’t stop…yes!”

He continued hard and fast, the last thrust hit her hard and she exploded, she felt his cock surge within her body and wanted to cry in bliss. Their bodies collapsed into each other. Alayna caught her breath and felt wetness on her cheeks. She felt him shift and opened her eyes. His golden eyes were staring down at her, his hand caressed her hair before kissing away her tears. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Who do I need to bite?

....To get some people to enter my author's contest! Its a sad sad turnout so far over on her Facebook Fanpage! This is to celebrate the newest release in my series, Green Embrace, and I expect to see a hell of a lot more love than this. Its easy all you have to do is go here: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Courtney-Breazile/160551880339 and write on the wall. Let her know which of her books you have loved or would love to read! Contest ends at the end of the month so hurry up its halfway over already!

Then again if no one does I will have an excuse to go on a bit of a biting spree...something I haven't doen in a very long time...of course that is because its "frowned upon" Yeah whatever! Stupidest rule I have ever had to conform to, though I am fairly certain that Paxton wouldn't kill me for it like he would have to any other immortal...I am not sure I want to test that. We don't have the same bond we used to and I know I should be happy about that. I have been trying for years to get him to move on, ever since I had my blood vision and knew I was going to belong to another. I must admit I always liked the way he watched after me, as if he hoped I would still change my mind and go back to him. I won't, I know that but still, who doesn't love a sexy vampire that is completely enamored with you? I have Tarquin though and he is more vicious than Paxton ever could have been, its a werewolf thing....

So unless you want to give me an excuse to go on a biting spree that may or may not anger Paxton into some kind of punishment for me, get your ass over to enter that contest!

A Quick Wave...

...hello as I lift my head from under the stack of things to do. Got edits and revisions up the hooha and I'm still without Nettie, my trusty netbook. Hopefully she'll be back in operation this week, Tuesday at the latest.

I've had some good news: Make Me Sweat was an ARe Bestseller and highest rated there for a while. Made my freaking year. But it's not all rosy and I've been dealing. Now, it's Sunday and I've stepped back into Six Sentence Sunday. Feel free to catch my Six Here.

Laters!

2 Great new excerpts!

 It’s nice to see everyone enjoying the newest adventure’s of the my series. New Beginning’s has had a wonderful following in the UK! You guys Rock! And for that I thank you from the bottom of my little vampire heart.

“It is much easier to live in the world of dreams, than to face the grim reality that my soul mate is a witch.” – Tamara Hightower

Excerpt:

I knew why Kaley wanted me to stay put. The last time I felt like this, I went out and wrecked my bike. By the time I regained consciousness, the paramedics had already declared me dead at the scene and had transported me to the city morgue. I was locked inside one of their body lockers with no way out. Rachael heard about the accident on the evening news and called Kaley who in turn, snuck me out before the coroner had a chance to cut me open, and in the process, ruined my chances at a good time. I had already decided that when they opened the locker door, I would lay perfectly still, while they pulled the metal table out. At the right moment, I would open my eyes, making funny faces and scream, booga, booga booga! I would have to erase their memories, but it would have been fun. Yeah me, hungry, bored and pissed, not a good blend.

I looked at my keys.

“I swear I’ll let you rot in those cold lockers, next time.” She smiled. “Please.”

I tossed her my keys. “Fine, but heat up the damn bag, first. That shit’s nasty as it is and worse, cold.” I strolled to the couch, plopped down, stretched out and closed my eyes. It would take at least two minutes to warm up the bag and that was plenty of time to keep catch up on some needed sleep.

I announced my presence as I blended perfectly into the corner of the room silently watching her. “I have been thinking about you.”

“And?” Izzy replied as she sat on the throne armrest.

“I would like to try this again, if it’s all right with you.” I approached her holding one arm behind my back.

She crossed her arms and legs. “Well, what do you have in mind?”

I stopped a foot away. “My name is Tamara Hightower and I’m extremely pleased to meet you,” I said, handing her a fresh bouquet of a dozen red roses.

“I’m Izzy,” she said, holding the roses closer to her nose, “and I’m glad you came back.”

“You have touched me in a way only one other has. I would like to pursue this and see what happens next.” I caressed her bare arm and her energy soared through me, exciting me as if this had been the first time we had ever touched.

I leaned toward her, pressed my lips to hers as my tongue demanded entrance. Our kiss rekindled the insatiable sexual hunger we had for each other. I grabbed her ass, standing her up and pressed us closer together.

She pushed me back. “Wait a minute.” She reached into her beach bag and pulled out a leather harness giving me a sheepish smile. “I’d like to see what you can do with this.”

My eyes lit up. She met my smile with her own impish grin. I kissed her passionately as she unzipped and pulled my pants off. Her tongue tasting every inch of my hard muscular belly as she slipped the harness on me and snapped the buckles, situating it perfectly over my crotch.

She guided me to the throne and sat me down, strapping one of my hands to the throne armrest. She took my other hand and pulled it through the leather strap on the opposite armrest. Pulling the strap tight, she raised her head and ran her tongue up my belly to my neck.

The throne was wide enough that she knelt directly over me while she nibbled my soft skin. Her sundress draped across us. Then she moved her neck close to my mouth. A tease. She let my tongue touch her skin. More teasing.

Slowly, she moved her neck closer to my tongue. I could feel the hard, steady pulse of her artery beat. I opened my mouth and she pulled away, “Uh-uh. Not yet…first you fuck me, then you taste me.”

I raised my hips, pushing my stiff cock against her, but it slid past her cunt and stopped at her ass. She raised her hips. “That hole is for another day,” she cautioned as she stroked my eager cock back to her waiting cunt and it slid inside her.

She mounted me. Wiggling, she took every inch and with each of my upthrusts, she pushed down, driving the base harder against my swollen tip. My fingers dug into the armrest and she quickened her momentum, wiggling the base, heightening my sexual intensity. I arched my back. She stopped, sitting perfectly still on my lap.

I opened my mouth and she kissed my lips. “I am the keeper of your pleasure,” she said, squirming in my lap.

My eyes rolled back.

“Look at me,” she commanded.

I ignored her.

“Look. At. Me.”

I opened my eyes. “Bid me your blood,” I pleaded.

She smiled. “You have not earned it yet.” She kissed my neck and slowly moved her hips. My groin immediately obeyed her, thrusting up and into her.

“My naughty little vamp,” she whispered as she vigorously rode me, “I should make you wait.”

Izzy slid her hand under her dress and found the leather harness bound to me. She slipped her hand under it and felt my dampness. I pushed up and she moved with me. She slid her fingers down and caressed my asshole. I clenched my cheeks and bared my ass down into the throne cushions.

She forced the tip of her finger into my ass. “All. Of. You. Belongs. To. Me.” She wiggled her hips on the base of my cock. “All. Of. You.”


Something hit me. I snapped my eyes open. Kaley stood in front of me holding a glass and kicking my foot.

“Wakey, wakey, little sis, time to eat.” She smiled and held the glass toward me as I sat up.

“Suck a witch’s wart,” I cursed.

“What’s wrong?” Kaley sat next to me.

I threw my head back and downed the entire glass. “It’s her. It’s that witch.” I paused, placing the empty cup on the coffee table. “She’s my fucking soul mate.”

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Here’s a another treat. It has nothing to do with vampires, but it’s a great story.


When Julia, a power-femme, betrays McKenna, Lexi, pulls out all  the stops to help heal McKenna’s broken heart. A party, a strap-on, cock worship and orgasm control is only the beginning of McKenna’s evening. Can Lexi convince her to become her new boi toi?

EXCERPT:

Lexi led me through the rooms on the main floor, explaining the significance of the furniture and the art, which was French contemporary, but bored me almost to tears. Luckily, I think she noticed my efforts in trying to look interested and upped the stakes. Each time we entered a room, occupied or not, she would grab my cock and rub it gently as she continued her history lesson. When we entered the unoccupied library, I grabbed her, bringing her close to me, but she took hold of my hands and stuck them in my pocket.

“No touching, yet,” she warned and continued to talk about some damn French artist and how famous he was.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I complained, leaving my hands where she put them.

“You’re not a patient person, are you?” She cocked her head and smiled, slowly licking her lips, leaving them wet and shiny.

“No—Yes,” I stammered and took a deep breath. “You’ve worked me up all night. I can’t stand it anymore. Show a girl some mercy.”

“Okay,” she eagerly responded gesturing at my clothes. “Take them off.”

“Here…now?” My voice cracked. I couldn’t believe what she suggested.

“Yes,” she reassured me. “Here and now.”

I peeked into the crowded hallway, noticing that any number of guests could easily walk in on us. “What if someone comes in?”

“So?” She raised her brow in a questioning way. “What if they do?” She approached me and started unbuttoning my slacks.

I pulled away. “No. I can’t do this,” I said securing the button in place.

“Well, then, you’ll have to be patient.” She leaned into me and pressed her lips to my neck, gently laying kisses on my sensitive skin. “It’s not as if, I didn’t offer.”

Erotic Excerpt - You Never Could Be....

New on Kindle and Nook by Amy Romine.
 

A passion fueled encounter in the corridor of a hotel convention room reveals two anguished hearts struggling to reconnect despite life’s difficulties.

Will Carlisle, the eye candy of the office, was the every woman’s dream, tall, handsome, and dashingly charming. Sara Rozek never guessed he had secretly wanted her for months now. When a bad day falls upon them, and Will breaks the reins of his own restraint, she sees the burning passion in his eyes and there is no denying the mutual attraction. 

Will and Sara’s start quickly runs array and Sara becomes convinced that she was played for a fool. Will begs her to listen to him but she turns away in fear. Can Will mend her broken heart or will the passion they shared vanish forever? ~

The door opened easily as she continued to read the email, her blood boiling in frustration. An odd noise caught her attention. Her eyes slowly rose to the mouth of the room, mentally writing a response to the email in her head.

Her breath stopped in her chest and she instinctively stepped back into the shadow of the hall. For a moment she thought she was losing her mind but then she looked again.

What could only be described as a beautiful man was laid out on the front table of the room. His unbuttoned shirt revealed a muscular form, his thick arms resting along his hips. His eyes were closed, chest heaving, while his hands were clenched within the hair of a second man who sat at his waist. She could see his head moving back and forth. He would stop and then start again. A moan escaped from someone’s chest and Sara assumed it was from the writhing body on the table.

She reminded herself to breathe and oxygen slowly filled her lungs. The erotic moment lay out before her eyes continued. The man, whose face was hidden, rose to his feet. He was still fully dressed in a navy business suit. His pink lips shining with saliva, his eyes heavy with desire, he leaned forward. The man once lying sprawled on the table, lifted himself up and to his feet. His labored breath matching the desire of his companion, his large hand reached up wrapping around his lover’s neck pulling him into a heated kiss.

Sara remained frozen in the shadows, the passionate embrace igniting her own desires and a cold feeling of emptiness pooled in her chest. She didn’t have to think long to remember the last time that kind of passionate heat had swept through the core of her body.

The airport

She pushed the memory away, her disappointment stinging her pride. She glanced again at the lovers. They’d discarded any hesitation, their bodies swaying in desire. She filled her lungs and turned to exit the conference room. Her footsteps heavy and painful, she dealt with her own resurfacing disappointment.

A sliver of light split the hall and she stopped in her tracks. The breathing darkness held still and she waited for some hint of presence. His eyes appeared out of the darkness and her knees weakened. He saw her in the same instant and moved in the dark to where she stood.

She forgot to breathe and pressed her shoulder to the wall in support. It was then she remembered the passionate couple occupying the room with them. She quickly turned in warning, and found herself in his embrace. She squelched a gasp of surprise, her eyes focusing on the curve of his jaw. They lifted, meeting his intense gaze and his lips parted.

She quickly covered them with her hand and his eyes squinted down at her. She motioned to the conference room and his eyes followed her gaze. She watched his eyes focus and then widen before he looked back to her. She placed a finger over her own lips. Her heart pounded against her chest, his eyes boring into her and she turned out of his embrace. Her cheeks flushed, once again watching the intimate consummation of lovers.

The couple had switched positions the khaki open shirted stallion now had the crisp suited man pinned against the wall. His right hand was encased within the zipper of the man’s navy pants, while his left pushed off the man’s jacket and assisted his mouth in unbuttoning his shirt. The last button parted and his right hand reappeared, shifting the shirt away from the man’s chest before he pulled a nipple between his teeth. This incited a deep groan from the man’s chest.

Still very aware of his presence she did her best to not shift or look at him. She felt heat on her back. His soft hands pushed her hair off her neck making her stomach tighten. The wafting of soft leather filled her senses and her eyes closed. His lips touching her neck sent chills through her body. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, his heat encompassing her and she fought to remain in control. Soft tantalizing kisses led a path beneath her chin, her breathing deepened, a deep sigh curling in her throat. His gentle hand tilted her head allowing him access to her mouth. She began in hesitation his mouth coaxing the sparks of desire within her soul until she couldn’t fight anymore and her mouth opened inviting his tongues caresses.

Hands curled against her abdomen pulling her blouse free from her skirt. Nimble fingers dancing over her ribs, she teased his lips with the tip of her tongue. Her lace encased breasts were firmly cupped, the seams rubbing against her sensitive nipples. His thumbs looped beneath the wire, he lifted it away giving him full access to her aching nipples. He rolled them beneath the pads of his thumbs and she pulled his tongue in need.

She turned into his chest, her lips feasting on his mouth demanding his undivided attention. His hand wrapped in her hair, his arm at the small of her back pulling her closer.

This is killing me...I want him so much. I need him inside me…

He led her movement, pinching her nipples, his fingers sending waves of desire through her core. Her back hit the smooth wall and her arms pulled him closer.

A free hand moved down covering her ass, pushing her belly against his steel cock.  Heated breath terrorized her ear and she traced her nails from his broad shoulders to his abdomen. His mouth attached itself to her neck and she tugged the shirt from his pants, her hands exploring beneath the fabric. Her mouth followed the ripples of his body downward. Crouched in front of him, she quickly undid his belt, feeling him brush against her hand, his excitement evident.

His fingers in her hair, her hand wrapped around him releasing him from the binding of his pants. Her moist tongue traced a line from his base to the tip of his head. His breath turned heavy and her mouth encompassed his head.

She slid him down the back of her throat, completely swallowing his cock within her tight mouth. She held still for a moment, torturing him with the muscles of her throat. Stroking him with her tongue, her head moved back and forth. He swelled within her mouth just before he pulled her away but she possessively kept her hand around him.

Unbuttoning her shirt, he kissed her shoulder, his hands pushing beneath her bra palming her nipples. With a demanding passion, his hands pushed her skirt up her legs. It bunched at the waist exposing the small piece of fabric spanning her hips. He lifted her against the wall, with ease. She wrapped her legs around his waist the, feel of his hard cock pushing against her clit making her whimper. His mouth latched on to her left nipple. He suckled, and then repeatedly flicked his tongue over it. Oh God, don’t stop…please don’t stop…I am going to explode just from this…

Her breath escaped her, his mouth sending repeated bursts of lightning through her core. She arched her back in delight pushing the sensitive nub deeper into his mouth. He suckled harder, her hips grinding against his cock in animal need. He pulled and she felt him shift, her body still careening from the exquisite torture. Her senses began to return when he latched on to her right nipple. Her nails dug into his shoulders, unable to hold back the electric pulses igniting her body. His hips shifted and he filled her. She gasped, her body igniting. He was so hard, she could feel him throbbing before the first thrust.

Trembling, she moaned into his neck, nipping with her teeth. He released her nipple, hand thrust into her hair and he locked her eyes. His thrusts came harder and the raging wave curling within her began to rise.

Gasping for air, the feeling became overwhelming. Her nipple rolled against his thumb, he kissed her sweetly as her body rapidly filled. He kissed her again his eyes measuring her pleasure. He kissed her again and spoke softly into her mouth.

“Cum for me Sara…”

He held her eyes, her body rippled and shook. He pinched her nipples, and she lurched, every nerve in her body exploding in pleasure. He captured the scream of indefinable bliss that sung through her with a passionate kiss. His hands curled against the small of her back, his body stiffening before he thrust against her hard, his own climax rolling over his body. Her head fell back. His mouth suckled on the pulse of her neck, the waves continuing to drown her senses. She slowly came down from the high, her body weak and foreign. He gently put her back on her feet and she adjusted her skirt.

What the hell am I doing?

Still overly aware of the moaning from the next room, she redressed. Her cheeks burned in rage at her own weakness. He noticed and moved to make her face him. She refused and pushed him away. He moved to speak and she glared at him. He reached out to touch her and she slapped his hand away before she sprinted away from him. The heavy door opened with ease and she stepped into the crowded hotel hallway. She knew he would be behind her in a moment so she tossed herself into the crowd trying to disappear in the sea of suits.

A moment later she heard him call her name. She continued walking away in ignorance, fighting with her hearts pleads to turn around.

No...he lied to you Sara...you have to keep going...

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