YAY! Today is release day for my dear, sweet, brooding hero, Bari.
Feral Craving is book one of a series I deemed The Justice Demons. Justice Demons, you ask? Yes, it is a paranormal romance, where a group of Special Forces members find out they aren't exactly human, and have been created by a Goddess to help ward of the battle of good and evil. Their sole job is to protect the world, keep things in balance, much as they did in the military.
Within Feral Craving, the first member finds his mate, someone he ran from nine years ago, thinking he was not good enough to have her. He wanted her life to be happy, and without doubts, something that he is not in shortage of.
Needless to say, while he's been gone, she hasn't had said happiness, and things have changed...
So…that being said, you ready for an excerpt?
Without warning, the room started to spin; a sudden, wicked wave of dizziness assaulted him. Bari lifted a hand, reaching for the wall, and grunted through the nausea. He wobbled on his legs, tried to reboot his mind. Christ, not this shit again! He needed his head. He had to get away, but in a desert half the size of the US of A, he didn’t have any fucking options.
A sound—a whisper to his left. He snapped his head up. Nothing. Just air and trash. The whisper moved to his right, suddenly magnified. Like nails on a chalkboard. Bari whirled, lifting the pistol at his leg, his M-4 rifle now forgotten at his feet. The room spun without warning. He held the pistol in front of him, wavering, pointing at who the fuck knew and nothing all at once. He rocked back on his heels and blinked, and his vision immediately focused. His stomach still rebelled against the spinning sensation, and he breathed through the bile rising up his throat.
Bari narrowed his eyes as a shape started to form before him. Fuzzy, gray and brown colors mixed and swirled. He blinked, trying to make his eyes and mind decipher what took shape. It was huge, as big as he, but what the fuck was it? Lines of blue intermingled beneath its brown and gray spots and, as it grew clearer, he saw what he pointed his muzzle at. Adrenaline rushed him. It couldn’t be. But the image was unmistakable. He stared at the figure that stared back at him. Then, it vanished—the shadow of what he swore was himself, disappeared.
“What the hell?”
A whisper caught his attention to his left. Suddenly, he remembered where he was, then turned and lifted his SIG Sauer handgun. Tony’s eyes widened, and his hands lifted in the air, one leather-covered hand around his rifle.
“Fucking shit, Bari. It’s me.” Pushing Bari’s weapon away from him, Tony narrowed his own stormy gaze at Bari. “You tight, man?”
Bari clamped his jaw shut, not really sure how to answer.
Tony’s lips thinned, then he glanced over his shoulder and tossed his head back. “Let’s get moving.”
Tony nodded down another dark hallway. Bari shook his head, clearing it of the fear bubbling inside of him. His stomach gurgled and he swallowed, forcing the still rising bile down. Something was off, something he couldn’t quite grasp. He felt as if he had walked into a dream—ventured into a dark tunnel. But he knew better, knew that the sun shined high and bright—hot as hell, outside.
The house was filthy, filled with dilapidated couches and mounds of trash and bottles. It couldn’t have been occupied for long. Hell, the place didn’t even look livable for New York City rats. His task set on what lay ahead. Bari worked slow but efficiently cleared each room he passed. In his ear, he heard Mike and Tyler mark their rooms, bringing the four of them together once again as the halls connected. One room remained, its door closed.
They stacked up, lined up as they had outside, their weapons trained on the door, then busted inside. Bari scanned the room as he led the way, expectant and ready.
They were met with nothing. Not one damn person. Whoever had run into this house seemed to have just disappeared into thin air. Cursing, Bari dropped his guard, lowered his weapon, and paced the room. His mind scrambled over the reports they’d studied, trying to recall every detail and feeling as if he had forgotten something. All eyes of the team were on him, waiting for a decision.
With a frustrated growl, he ripped open the front of his vest and breathed deep, letting air fill his tight chest. A bunker was supposed to be here, somewhere, but they had seen no evidence of it. It was like they’d been set up to clear an empty house. None of it made a damn lick of sense.
“Shit, we should have found something here. Where in the fuck did they go?” His team answered with silence. Shaking his head, he pushed his helmet off and scrubbed a hand through his hair.
Mike pulled a piece of gum from his pocket, unwrapped and shoved it in his mouth. The sound of his chewing snapped through the room. “Yeah, Bari, this looks like a dead-end. Doesn’t make any sense.”
Grabbing his pack of smokes from his own pocket, Bari popped a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.
Needing to get some answers, Bari stepped around Tony. Adrenaline still rushed inside of him, his skin itchy with unused energy. He moved back down the hall and into the living area.
He glanced up. And time froze.
He would later tell himself he could have been faster, or ducked down. But Mike, a father with a six-year-old daughter back home, had followed behind him. So he didn’t move. Instead, he froze as the gunman stepped out from behind a door. Mike must have missed it. Fear stole up the back of his neck, the sensation reminiscent of a winding serpent. The gunman lifted his rifle. Low shouts rang out around Bari. Seconds ticked by like molasses dripping. Bari closed his eyes and braced for the pain, understanding he might not make it out alive. A shot rang out, the sound echoing through the walls. Pain exploded in his chest, his body. The cigarette he lit earlier dropped from his mouth, fell to the floor. He raised his eyes, meeting the gunman’s stare from across the room. Death sat in the man’s blank gaze, reflecting darkness, emptiness.
Bari felt consciousness slipping away. Funny how some people claim your life flashes before your eyes when you face death. Because the only thing that flashed before Bari’s was the life he never had and the woman who would’ve been in it: Mackenzie Walters.
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So this week I've got lots of really good news. Rather than jumble it all down in one block of a paragraph (hint, hint, dear fellow writers), I'm gonna break down a few things. So hold on to your coattails, it's about to get a bit windy.
1) This past week I celebrated my 21st birthday. *grin* I can't even write that without laughing. Eh, to be 21 again would be great, but to be a kid again would be even better. You'll have to add some twelve years and change to that figure in order to get the true age, but you won't hear it come out to me. For the b-day though, I took the day off, sent the kids to school, the hubby out of the house and did nothing but write and edit. Good news on that day, I got the remaining pieces of an opening book for a series completed, and also added some twelve thousands words to another piece. Whoot!
2) I just signed with Decadence Publishing as well. I'll have more information on this, but I'm super excited about this new turn in my career, seeing as this series I'll contribute too also has an author who I not only admire, but respect ten fold. Stay tuned for more information on that.
3) Last, but certainly not least, Feral Craving (previously known as Coming Home) is being released this week. I know--finally! If you're curious to what Feral Craving is about, click here. This is the first book of my paranormal romance series involving a group of Special Forces who turn about to be something more. Intrigued yet? You won't regret it. As we get closer to the release date, links for the book will come out and be available. In the meantime make sure again, you click here, to check out the cover art for this fantastic new book.
Tory, Tory, Tory! It’s about time I got you to stop by! J
D.C: What’s the title of your new book?
Tory: Prophecy of Blood
D.C: Can you give us a little on what it’s about?
Tory: One hundred ninety-eight seasons after the mushroom-shaped clouds first blossom to poison the humans of the Rising Sun, near the beginning of the Season of Inundation, Atlantis will return.
With those words ringing in their ears, vampires Christine Javert and Jordan MacNaught find themselves in a race against time to stop the return of Atlantis. As they hunt for the deadly Ares, they discover the true depths of his plot to incite a world-wide species war, turning the humans against all the non-humans, not just the vampires as they’d originally thought.
D.C: *grins* And….?
Tory: Prophecy is the third book in the Dream-Walker War. It continues with Chris and Jordan’s hunt for the titular Dream-Walker (Ares) as they try to stop him from casting a spell that will bring Atlantis back to our world.
D.C: I can’t wait! What are you working on now? Do you have any releases scheduled for this year?
Tory: I’m currently, officially, between projects. I’m toying with a couple of ideas for the fourth book in the Dream-Walker War along with a couple of new story ideas for unrelated books (one’s a sci-fi story, another’s just a paranormal romance – unrelated to my Dream-Walker War series – and I’ve even got a faint prickling of an idea for a contemporary romance).
D.C: LOL, sounds like you got all kinds of ideas bumping around in your head. I can understand that. Sometimes my characters just won’t shut up. Speaking of it, got any writing goals for this year?
1. Finish the Dream-Walker War
2. Write a couple of stories that are unrelated to the Dream-Walker War. I wanna stretch beyond (and possibly look for another publisher to expand my range).
D.C: What do you enjoy most about writing?
Tory: I get to play God. Not only can I kill off all those people who piss me off in daily life, but if I want to change something about the history of the world, I can (at least in my alternate Earth books). Can’t get more basic than that, I guess.
D.C: Ha! I actually just had my aunt tell me this the other day, she found some picture that talked about not pissing me off, cause I might just kill ya in my next novel. Very nice! Where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, character, or...?
Tory: I usually have a character or two in mind and then I try to build a story around them, and do whatever research I need as I go along. For the sci-fi book, I’m having to do pre-writing research and it suuuucks. But I also have a much better idea of how big the galaxy is (let alone the universe AND that the science behind the teleportation technology in Sliders and Stargate SG-1 is based on the same Einstein theory).
D.C: I can understand all about research. It’s THE most important thing when starting a piece. Do you have a favorite time of day for writing?
Tory: Depending on how fast I can wake up, first thing in the morning can be a great time (no children around), or nap time on the weekends/lunch break during the week (hmmm, sensing a pattern – no children).
D.C: I’m sensing a theme, LOL, no children. What is your favorite food to cook or eat?
Tory: Chocolate chip cookies (preferably double chocolate, maybe with some white chocolate chips mixed in).
D.C: Yes, chocolate! What do you like to read?
Tory: I have two primary genres: Regency Romance and paranormal romance/urban fantasy (what a shock on that second one, since that’s what I write, right?). I also like an occasional fantasy novel (Terry Brooks) or mystery/suspense (Lincoln Child/Douglas Preston).
D.C: A shock, yes! *laughs* Who first introduced you to the love of reading?
Tory: I guess my mom. I think she did it to get some peace on long drives. I just remember always going to the library, even as early as 6 or 7, based on the library I can remember, and happily spending hours and hours there. I also remember jr. high/high school and bringing home bags of Harlequin Presents novels to devour. Hehe.
D.C: *grins* Gotta love the romance. Alright, before you give us a tease from your next piece, how about you give us a few of your favorite things.
1. Banana splits
2. The priceless grins on my babies
3. Husband who is frequently supportive.
“I make a lousy friend, as you well know.” He cupped the back of her head and kissed her. Her knees threatened to buckle. “And since I intend to be inside you again at the earliest possible moment, the ‘friend’ label doesn’t fit.”
Oh. Wowser. She licked her lips, saw an answering flare of arousal flash in the green eyes staring into hers. “You’re not serious. Like, you want to date?” He blew my mind, but it was that good for him, too?
“Such a dull word, but sufficient.” He drew her closer. Fire followed the path of his lips around the bottom of the dark-blue choker she wore to cover up the nasty scar from the attack that left her almost dead. He took a long sniff, no doubt smelling the Princess perfume she daubed on. “You smell good enough to eat, Chrissy. I could spend hours doing just that.”
The already warm nightclub turned scorching. Maybe it was just her temperature.
“In that obnoxious pink bed of yours.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, tried not to picture them in her room. It definitely was her temperature soaring, not the club’s.
Jordan’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Arms and legs restrained, holding you open for me. No escape, no retreat.”
Her non-existent imagination conjured the image up in startling detail, bolstered by the memory of the handcuffs around her wrists earlier. She whimpered, couldn’t help the moisture that trickled from her to soak her panties. Oh damn, no. That should not turn me on. Not him. Not like this, not again.
She moved with the music, turning to press her back into him. His strong, sure hands pulled her hips against his in a dance they’d done so many times together, one that had nothing to do with music.
“And the thought, being with me like that, excites you. Letting control go earlier like you did, gave you a rush you’ve never gotten before in sex.” Jordan pushed the hair at her neck to the side. Sharp fangs sank against her throat, not quite breaking the skin, his other hand drifting up to cup her breast. The fabric of her dress did nothing to shield her against the heat of his palm. “Did you sneak out afterward because of how it made you feel?”
Teasing touches trades down her sides until he reached the hem of her skirt. His hand slid beneath to caress the skin of her thigh just above her garter.
Take back control, Chris. You steam-roller. Men don’t do this shit to you. Nor did she want them to. Right? Except him, damn it all to hell. And he was talking about feelings? What the fuck? Struggling to keep her head against the sensuality he dragged out of her, she clamped her hands over his wrists to still his movements. With only a hint of her normal forcefulness, she said, “Knock it off, MacNaught.”
“Or what, hmm? Let go, Chrissy. You’d enjoy yourself more if you relaxed. Remember?”
He twisted his wrist, broke her admittedly weak grip on him, and the exploration of her leg continued. She colored, prayed no one was staring at them. The display, while making her hornier than a bitch in heat, was mild for the ‘Cor. It didn’t matter, because she flat out didn’t do public affection. None of her boyfriends crossed the line with her, knowing she’d flatten them if they pushed too far.
She couldn’t flatten Jordan though. To make it worse, she didn’t want to.
Goosebumps rose in the wake of his caresses over her thighs. His fingers inched upward, just brushing her mound, only blocked by the flimsy barrier of her soaked panties.
He laughed softly in her ear. “You say no, but your body, your oh-so-pretty pussy says yes, doesn’t it?”
Chris twitched. If she didn’t move away, didn’t break this off, the bastard would think he could maul her whenever he wanted. And what’s wrong with that? So what if he does the caveman thing? You read the trashy romance novels, and are surprised when someone acting like those alpha assholes turns you on?
A harsh blast of noise from behind her head where it plastered against Jordan’s suit coat worked as effectively as a bucket of water.
A little about Tory:
Originally from the Sacramento Valley, Tory packed up and moved all the way to Southwest Florida in 2004 with her husband (a Florida native) under the premise that ‘hurricanes almost never hit that part of the state.’ That year, 4 blasted the area. 4 more came the following year, and her husband blames her for bringing the hurricanes. She now resides in Jacksonville and is relieved that, thus far, no more hurricanes have followed her around.
She began writing in kindergarten when a turnip wished to be human and, other than a hiatus shortly after getting married, has never stopped. Her love of vampires began somewhere in junior high, and combining the two loves didn’t take long. She loves music, considers herself a ‘book slut’ whose reading habits would break her family financially if given free reign, and is (usually) delighted to be a mommy of twin Shrimpettes and a Shrimp.
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What a way to end the year, and what a past few weeks it's been. Sorry I've been absent and have fallen behind on Man Candy Monday, but along with the holidays came the distinct and very terrifying lice outbreak in my house. *shudders* Got to love daycare and public schools where children can bring how anything. I've already promised my kid's two things this year -- baths in Purell, and heads being shaved.
So now that that's out of the way, I'd like to welcome a very dear friend who I met online through Pamela Clare's facebook group, I-Team, which is a romantic suspense series that is top-notch and driven by action and a close-not investigation team made primarily up of women. When the very sexy men enter the picture and danger calls ... the story only gets better.
Well through that group, Jenn LeBlanc is constant person who drives laughs from us, keeps us updated with the dealings going on in her and Pamela's lives, and someone many look up to -- myself included. I had a chance to sit down and talk with her recently, take a look below at what advice she gives, how she has been able to achieve success, and what else she reveals.
D.C: Tell us a little about your current release.
Jenn: The Rake and The Recluse is a six part, illustrated serial novel.
D.C: What inspired this story?
Jenn: It was inspired by a dream, a saw a woman running, through a forest, and had to know why. She was terrified, slipped and fell. Scrambled her way up and continued. She wore a Victorian gown, and the first line of the book echoed in my head when I woke up. She ran as if the devil himself were on her.
D.C: What are you working on now? Do you have any releases scheduled for this year?
Jenn: I have a couple released scheduled for this year. I’m currently working on another Victorian historical, the heroine has Aspergers, with a side of OCD. She’s interesting. The hero, Ender, has his own dark history. It’s been a difficult story to write, but I’m looking forward to it.
D.C: What are your writing goals for this year?
Jenn: I’m a pantser. My goal is simply to write :)
D.C. LOL, a pantser? Should I even ask? How do you come up with ideas?
Jenn: I have no idea!! I see something, or dream something or something as simple as the way someone moves will inspire me.
D.C: I do the same thing. Often a simple idea can draw an entire novel from me. Tell us, Jenn, can you share with us “the call” story?
Jenn: Haha, well, I did receive the call, but then turned down the offer. Which made me incessantly ill for awhile. It just wasn’t the right move for this book. So it is self published and doing extremely well. I made the right decision with this one. We’ll see about the next.
D.C: I can understand all too well about making the right choice. What do you enjoy most about writing?
Jenn: The quiet and the excitement. It’s very solitary work until you are celebrating and then the whole world is a friend.
D.C: Where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, character, or...?
Jenn: One word at a time. I research as I move along depending on where the story takes me.
D.C: I must admit I'm a bit anal about my research, and sometimes the walls of my office are covered in papers. What is the best thing about being an author?
Jenn: The readers.
D.C: Very true, that's the point for most of us, I believe. What did you learn from writing your first book or what do you wish you’d known before becoming published?
Jenn: I wouldn’t change a thing. Not knowing the industry and perhaps being a bit naîve about the way publishing works ended up being in my favor because I stormed the market on my own, in ways nobody else had thought of. I came from a completely different perspective, now I’m a bit jaded by the industry knowledge I have acquired.
D.C: Ugh, I understand all too well about being naive as a new author in this huge industry. All I wanted to do was write, and then I learned the entire process and for a few months there, was honestly overwhelmed. Do you have a favorite hero and/or heroine in your books and why?
Jenn: Roxleigh is my first hero and will always have a special place in my heart, but Perry really steals the show. I adore him.
D.C: What is your favorite scene from this story and why?
Jenn: Oh goodness. I believe the scene that means the most to me starts with the words “I concede.” It is a turning point in Perry’s life, and a very poignant scene. I am still impressed that I wrote it.
D.C: Where is your favorite place in the world?
Jenn: I absolutely love the Pacific Coast Highway and The Gulf Coast Highway. I love to return and drive them, shoot them, enjoy the beach, the water and the company. Whomever it might be.
D.C: Sounds beautiful! Mind telling us what you are reading right now?
Jenn: I just finished A GENTLEMAN UNDONE by Cecilia Grant and started DRAGON BOUND by Thea Harrison. She’s a good friend of mine and while I don’t usually read paranormal I’m truly enjoying this one!!
D.C: I read Gentleman Undone, too and loved it! Do you have any good news you’d like to share?
Jenn: I’m currently working on getting THE RAKE AND THE RECLUSE in audio format. Possibly with the heroes voiced by the man who plays them in the book, Derek Hutchins.
D.C: Congrats! Okay, last question before we ask for that great except. Tell us a few of your favorite things...
Jenn: These are few of my favorite things:
1. light and form
Please continue reading for a short excerpt from Jenn's release:
Her heart stopped as the words drifted across her shoulder, and she turned slowly toward him, her side coming to rest against his solid chest. He should have moved to give her room. It would have been the proper thing to do. He didn’t. He did what a rake would do: he crowded her infinitely more by flexing the muscles that caged her to the window. “You...what?”
“I concede, I yield, I will do as you wish.” His voice was so low she felt it in the breath that sang across her ear, through the vibration of the words where she was drawn up against him.
She felt his breath quicken then, the tempo with which his chest expanded and released picking up. She glanced around the berth, as if there would be witnesses to this. As if he were not so experienced that he knew the precise location of each of his men without looking, not to mention every other passenger, porter, conductor, and engineer. Rather quickly, she realized the reason she could feel his breath come and go so easily was because hers was completely still. She huffed it out, then tried to convince her lungs to take in more air—she needed it desperately. She heard the choking sound come from her throat as she watched his eyes widen, and his lips parted when she finally took a breath. She could not take her eyes from them.
“Unless?” She felt as though she might simply faint.
“Unless you have changed your mind?”
He sounded almost hopeful, but a line marred his perfect expression just between his brows. She fought her nerves, which at the moment were clearly working against her. Say something, anything. Nod, smile, acquiesce. Somehow. Move! Her head jerked.
“You have, then? Changed your mind, I mean?”
“No!” Thank goodness for that sound. “No, I have not. I haven’t changed my mind. Thank you.”
His lips caught up in a slow grin. They were silent. She turned to the window, quick jerky movements that were forced from her by will. The sway of the train on the tracks and the sound of the distant engine were all that filled the empty space.
“When?” she asked. There was almost no sound and she cleared her throat. But didn’t turn to look at him.
She felt the shift in his muscles, his breath hotter and impossibly closer, his mouth descending to her neck. She melted then and he caught her, but her muscles stiffened, fought his capture. He released her to the seat then followed her down.
“I’m sorry, I— I don’t appear to have complete control at the moment.”
He knew he had to progress slowly. To make sure she wouldn’t become frightened. After all, it was only the simple things that had set her off thus far. This—any part of this—could terrify her and send her into a panic. He reined in his fervor and kissed along her jaw, but she jerked away, so he slowly moved his hand around her back to steady her. Her entire body tensed at the pressure, and when his other hand went to her knee she kicked him—solidly.
“I’m sorry,” she said, a blush spreading from the top of her forehead down her face like a closing curtain.
He set her away from him and stood, looking down at her. This wasn’t going to work. He paced the length of the berth, trying to think of a way that she would be able to accept his kisses without fear. When he reached the door, he swiftly locked it then turned.
Every time he touched her, she shook or shuddered, jerked away or lashed out. He could not take her if she feared him. He would not be able to bring himself to that. He stopped in front of her. “Stand.”
“Undress me,” he said quietly.
She looked up at him with a confused expression, and he closed his eyes against the pain and fear he saw in her eyes. He shook his head and looked down at her, taking her hand gently where it grasped her traveling cloak and bringing it to the buttons of his waistcoat.
“If this is what you want…undress me,” he said. He left her hand there and dropped his, watching, waiting. She tightened her fingers on the top button and twisted slowly, the button popping free.
About Jenn LeBlanc: Colorado. Canon. Curls. CJs. Chuck Norris.Born and raised in a household of other people’s children in this beautiful state —very nearly with a camera in hand— she never left. She started her own family, got used to the curls, went to college, built a CJ, started a business, and totally beat the daylights out of Chuck Norris, all with a camera in hand.
Spending her days in parenting chat rooms she got highly adept with one-handed typing and she can still type just about as fast with one hand as she can with two. It’s a great talent to have when engrossed in a scene and in need of a hit of caffeine. Once she finished her first novel she quickly realized: She was born a photographer.
From the realization that someone ELSE would be shooting the cover of HER book her control-freak took over. What started as an easy cover shoot ballooned into this completely new kind of media, designed specifically for digital book readers.
She lives and thrives off chaos and the constant flow of the creative process. She wears shorts and flip-flops year-round —much to the chagrin of her friends and family— and she is currently working on the illustrations for her second novel. Her first serial novel THE RAKE AND THE RECLUSE is doing its own Chuck Norris impersonation with the time travel charts on Amazon. You can find her on Twitter and Facebook sharing eye candy (NSFW) and being a total rock star.
Author Site: http://jennleblanc.com
Illustrated Romance: http://illustratedromance.com
In case you seemed to have fallen off the edge of the earth and completely missed this author, I've come to save you. Angelina Rain has two very naughty, yet extremely hot releases available. Have you ever fantasized about pleasuring a firefighter? That is a pretty common fantasy amongst women. This first story was based on Ms. Rain's own version of the fantasy that turned into this short story about one single woman, a wicked night, an unfortunate house fire, and five hunky firemen coming to the rescue.
Make sure to keep scrolling after this blurb for my personal favorite title of all time!
Ginelle Jinx, recently single, heartbroken, and unemployed, decides to cast an impotency spell on her cheating ex. She doesn't expect the spell to have consequences, but her house catches on fire.
Five hunky firemen come to Ginelle’s rescue, one of them being Seth Tompson, her high school sweetheart. With one fire out, she finds old flames and new ones mingling as she indulges the pleasures her five firemen have on offer.
But what will happen when she realizes she still loves Seth? Does he feel the same? Can an old flame become a raging inferno?
Be Warned: menage sex (FMMMMM), m/m sex, multiple partners, anal sex, orgies
She showered quickly, making sure not to use up all the hot water as she was certain he would need to shower too. But, she did stay under the spray for several minutes enjoying as the heat washed away the stress from the night.
Once she was done, she pulled the curtain away and grabbed the large bath towel Seth had supplied. She rubbed it over her long blonde hair, down her face, neck, chest, and back. It wasn't until she ran it over the back of her hand that pain shot through her as though her skin had been peeled off.
"Ouch! Fuck!" She screamed and hissed in pain, remembering that she burned her hand. The shocking events of the night had momentarily blocked the pain and now it throbbed as though making up for lost time.
A ruckus sounded outside the bathroom door and it opened quickly as Seth rushed in, worry etched into his eyes. "Are you okay?"
She stared at him. The pain quickly subsided as she took in the man before her. He had showered too and now only wore a pair of denim shorts. Seth had a perfectly muscled chest and she wanted to run her fingertips along the ridges and crevices of his spectacular body. No, she wanted more than just to touch it. She wanted to kiss it and lick it and taste every inch of this man. Her nipples hardened and her pussy pooled with warm juices.
Her breath caught in her throat as a moan of need and desire escaped her lips before she could contain it. She looked into Seth's eyes and saw the same lust that reflected her own.
He took two large steps toward her and his hands entangled in her wet hair. Seth tilted her head slightly and his lips crashed over hers. The need she felt within her, she also tasted in his mouth.
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Don't you hate stereotypes? I know I do. They are so annoying! This holiday season Ms. Rain decided to undo the stereotype surrounded around Santa Claus.
Yes, I know he's old, fat, jolly, works in a toy factory, and wears a red suit. But…. What if he were young, blonde, muscular, hunky, worked as a doctor in children’s hospital, and drove a red car? Isn't that mental image so much better? What if, we add peppermint and milk chocolate flavored 'candy cane' (for a lack of a better word)? Now we're talking, right? Want to know more about this alluring Santa?
Check out Sucking Santa's Candy Cane! LOVE THE TITLE!
Noelle has always been a good girl, but when she meets a man named Santa Claus, her naughty side is unleashed. She indulges in her sexual desires with this handsome stranger with the very bizarre name. Santa Claus isn't real! Is he? Will Noelle learn to believe in magic and miracles while in the arms of her handsome lover?
“Let’s cut the crap, I want to eat your pussy.”
She glanced sharply at him. “Did you. . .” Surely, she just imagined it. This stranger wouldn’t dare say that to her.
“Did you just say something to me?”
“What do you think I said?”
There was that knowing smile, and the tone of his voice suggested he was playing with her.
“I. . . I’m just hearing things,” she answered.
“Are you now?”
A car drove by on the expressway and Noelle chose to concentrate on that. Where was that damn tow truck? Did she really want it to arrive?
“What do you think you heard?”
She glanced down, embarrassed. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
He climbed off the trunk and came to stand before her. Santa rested his hands on her thighs. Noelle’s heart thumped heavily inside her chest when the realization hit her. She had heard exactly what he said. He wanted to eat her pussy. She wanted him too. But. . . But she wasn’t Wendy. Wendy would have had him in every hole by now, but that just wasn’t her. Could she really let a stranger get this intimate with her?
Santa inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. “I can smell your arousal.” He opened his eyes and bent forward, kissed her knee. “I want you.”
“We’re strangers. We’re in public. Someone could see us.” Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
He put his finger to her lips. “Relax, no one will see us.” He moved the finger from her lips and rested his hand on her hips. The other hand started on her knee and slowly traveled up her thigh. “Uncross your legs,” he ordered.
Her knees shook as she obeyed. She wasn’t sure why she did it and why she let this stranger do what he was doing. Was it the thrill of possibly getting caught fucking a stranger? Or was it that she hadn’t felt pleasure in so long she would take it any way she could?
She spread her legs a few inches away from each other and breathed deeply. What was she doing? She was crazy.
“Relax,” he whispered. “Don’t be nervous.”
How could she not be? A complete stranger was feeling her up in public.
As Santa’s hand slid under her dress, Noelle’s heart pulsed inside her chest. The thump, thump, thump of it rang in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Her pussy soaked with desire juices.
His fingertips grazed her cunt. He hooked a finger into her panties and groaned. “Your panties are soaking.”
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