Lucky Stars – Boxed Set by 7 Paranormal Romance Authors

Lucky Stars CoverI’m proud to announce the release of “Lucky Stars” From the folks who brought you Three Times Lucky, our original menage boxed set, comes:

Thank your Lucky Stars…
Seven romantic novellas take the reader out of this world and into worlds of sexy heroes and strong feisty heroines. From the stars in futuristic sci fi, to wolf shifters, to Greek gods, to ancient curses and fairy tales, seven of today’s hot romance authors take you on journeys of the heart where the only rule is a happily ever after.

7 complete stories-500 pages of romance happily ever afters.

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I’ll share a teaser from “Submit to Him” soon..

Sexy snippet of Foreign Romance

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He had to admit, tying Lili up and giving her light spankings held tremendous appeal.  The way her ass would look with a little red on it made him catch his breath.

Thankfully he was able to get out of the doghouse with that stupid waitress. He’d sworn he made no attempt to be anything but friendly toward her.

She hadn’t gotten the hint.

This was what irritated him about dating.  Sometimes people just couldn’t take no for an answer.

He didn’t blame Lili for her reaction, she had flown almost seven thousand miles here just to see him.  At least that’s the story he told himself.

Truth was, the waitress couldn’t hold a candle to Lili. But other than acting like a dufus and ignoring her, he didn’t know what else to do.  He never really dated.

But now it didn’t matter.

Liliana had been in the elevator with him, pressed against the wall only moments ago, while he inhaled her mouth, tasting not just the remnants of her beer and meal but her lush scent as well.  The one that made him drunk faster than any alcohol.

He had his hands in her hair, teeth scraping her neck while she moaned and rubbed herself against his thigh.

Then the elevator dinged, the doors opened and they looked like two deer caught in the headlights as two other tenants got on and gave cold smiles.

“Just like teenagers,” he muttered.

Then they’d finally hit the right floor and he couldn’t get the keys in the door fast enough.

He finally managed a bit of peace from her while she used the restroom.

Breath in, out.  In, out.

“Don’t change,” he told her.  “It’s more fun this way.”

She nodded and disappeared.

It’d been five minutes too long.

Damn but his body missed hers molded to it.

The door opened and one leg peaked out from the bathroom.

Daniel started for her but stopped short.  What was she playing at?

Her leg drew up along the doorframe, still clad in jeans like he’d requested.  Then it touched the floor, well just her toe.

“Daniel,” she called, her voice a lilting symphony to his ears.
“Oh Lili.”  He started for her.
By the time she’d come out of the bathroom, her hair had been freed of the ponytail and brushed out.

It surrounded her face, giving her a slightly wild look while emphasizing her heated gaze.

She broke the short distance between them and threw her arms around his neck, kissed him.

He sucked in a breath, once again inhaling her feminine arousal.  Unable to resist, Daniel dragged his hands down her sides, pulled her shirt free of her jeans and caressed hot skin until his thumbs grazed the underside of her bra.

“This has to go,” he pulled back from the kiss, stared at her.

She licked her lips, reached around and undid the clasp on the back of her bra.  Shirking out of it, she pulled it through one sleeve.

gerard_butler_05“Not the most erotic sight I know but—”

He captured her mouth again, licking her lower lip, pushing his tongue into her mouth so he could sweep it over every inch of her. He’d taste her in another few moments.

Lili’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugged his head back.  She bit his neck, pressed her hips to his.

His grip on her body tightened, he hissed out a breath through clenched teeth when she nipped him again.  Quickly, he lifted her shirt over her head and tore it off, freeing her completely.

Then he stopped and stared.

“Again, something the matter?”

Daniel licked his lips.  “No.  I just like looking at perfection before I devour it.”

She smiled, her eyes remained half open.  With her hair cascading down her shoulders, not quite reaching the tops of her breasts, she stood still holding him around his shoulders.

Firm, round breasts looked like a tasty treat.  Daniel closed his hand around one, gave her a gentle squeeze and waited for the moan.

When she let it escape her mouth, it came out throaty.

He kissed her again, then dragged his tongue down her neck and over a breast before latching his lips around the pointed nipple.  He suckled.

Hard.

She cried and arced against him, holding onto him to avoid falling.

He settled a hand at the small of her back, helped her to her knees before releasing her breast.

She jerked against him.

Quickly, Daniel captured her other nipple, flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub and enjoyed how she scrambled to grab on to him.  Her moans delighted him.

Slowly, he bent her back, careful not to hurt her.

She spread her thighs apart and let him guide her down, all while holding onto him.

He suckled, kissed, flicked his tongue and caressed both her breasts before pulling back and running his hands over silken smooth skin.  “God, I love touching you, Lili.”

“I love the way you call my name when you say it like that,” she panted, spreading her legs further.

Carefully, Daniel helped stretch her out.  “On the floor,” he snickered.

“Is this passion?”

“For you, pleasuring you any way I can, anywhere I can, is passion.  But I’d rather at least set you on…”  He snapped.  “Just a moment.” He kissed his way up her ribs, the space between her lovely breasts and then her collarbone before finally placing a delicate kiss on her sumptuous mouth.

He stood, caught the gleam in her eye.

“You’re too dressed again, Daniel.”

“Dirty American boys like to be stripped.”

She started for him.

He caught her hand, took a step forward and pressed it against the bulge in his jeans.  “Plenty of time for that in a few minutes.  I want what I want first.”

“Oh?”

“Indeed.”  He knelt, picked her up and carried her giggling, all the way to the island in his kitchen.  Setting her down, he leaned her back and reached for the zipper on her jeans.  Then he popped the snap, reached for the waist and with her help, yanked her jeans and panties down.

Again he stared.

“You’re going to give a girl a complex,” she looked at him, moved her arms to his neck languidly.

“A good one?”

“You keep looking at me with fire in your eyes and yes.  A damn good one.”

“Good.  You deserve to see you the way I do.”

“How is that?”

Daniel knelt and grabbed her thighs, parted them.  “Like a goddess.”

Before she responded, Daniel bit the inside of her thigh, right at the knee.

She giggled.

He stroked her with his tongue, drew circles and placed chaste kisses over her hot skin.

By now she’d leaned back and begun panting, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

Daniel continued kissing up her thigh, not quite coming in contact with her pussy lips.  He’d switched sides and while he mouthed things into one leg, his fingers caressed the other until he’d cupped her ass with one hand.

She struggled to remain open for him but his other hand helped, along with the sheer size of his body.

He stepped closer, grabbed her ass with the other hand and shoved her toward him.

She squealed.

He thrust his tongue inside her velvet heat and stroked her aroused clit once, twice and a third time, dragging the sensation out long enough that she shuddered against him.

“Daniel, you’re killing me!”

“That’s the point, lover.  A mini death.  Don’t you speak like five languages or something?”

“Si—oh I don’t know, god Daniel!  So good.  So good.”

By now she breathed heavily, sweat coated her skin.

He dipped his tongue in again, savoring the honey-like taste of her pussy.  He dug fingers into her ass, used his size to hold her open.

She bucked, lifted her hips off the counter and began to move against his face.

“That’s it baby,” he dove in again, kissed her, sucked her, “come for me.  Let me devour you.”

“Please,” she begged, “It feels so good but…”

“But what, baby?”

“Like I’m going to fall!”

“I’ll catch you.”

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Three Times Lucky! – Erotic Menage Box Sex featuring hottest in erotic storytelling!

We’ve been toying on Facebook with a super secret project featuring the talent of Kim Carmichael, Solera Winters, Dorothy F. Shaw, Louisa Bacio and myself.  That’s TWO A Perfectd Fit COVEROCC RWA members at least by the way :)

Today, we’re announcing the release of Three Times Lucky! – our menage boxed set.

Starting off with Kim Carmichael’s “Made for Two”
She needs to prove she was made for two.

Solera Winters gives us an exquisitely hot menage in “Darkest Dreams”
The darkest hour holds the hope of light.

They continue to surround me with women by throwing in a sexy short poem by Chelle before I bring in my own menage with “A Perfect Fit.”
Will Ivanka realize the truth of being in a triad or will her fear of ultimate rejection hold her back from total happines

Dorothy Shaw follows the second poem given to us by Chelle, with “Playtime.”
You’re welcome.

We close out with Louisa Bacio’s “Menage by Monday”
What can happen between three friends in three days?

Look out for this collection of hot stories to come out on November 18th!

Jaded Males – My #Writing Specialty

One of the things I’ve continued to enjoy about paranormal romances was how I could dig deeper with the emotional levels and play enrique3aharder, heavier with angst, love and everything in between.  I think as a reader first, I like to experience books like roller coasters.  Even as I write this blog, I’m listening to dark, angry Djent-metal and Russian Death Metal band Ease of Disgust, so I can stay in the mood I’m trying to set while I talk about four heroes from three books.  We’ll start darkest to lightest so we end on a happy note, just like a good set of romance stories should.

In my upcoming Red Sage release ENDANGERED (Nights of Lust book 1) Joséf Staganov is an angry man.  Fed up with the world, dismayed by his peers on the police force, and now hooked on the smack he was trying to get off the streets, he’s a bitter man with one goal.  Do one last good deed before he’s killed.  Only, when Livía and her lover Isabella interfere with his desires to die, does he stop for a moment to examine his true motives.  When they begin to interfere and reveal to him his true destiny, it does nothing to undermine the real mission Joséf embarked upon when he joined the police force, but only by walking through the fires of hell will he be able to succeed.

Józsi and Nicholaus from my Opeth Pack Saga share the same problem.  Both men are stubborn and refusing to accept their fate until dragged back into the fight by loved ones.  Only in the arms of their triads can they find solace from the noise in their heads.  They desperately need safety from the hazards of being strong alpha males in a wolf pack badly in need of resurrection.

Cover for Raining KissesFinally, we’ve come to Derrick.  Reluctant hero, former spy and unlike my previous heroes, puma shifter, not wolf.  He spent time in a three letter organization until the nightmares and life of a spook grated on his nerves, tearing him down.  After he retired, a friend came to him asking for a favor, altering his main mission of relaxing and staying off the grid.  Only for love, will he be able to change, grow, and address some of the issues plaguing him, but he remains unaware until a few chance encounters with a beautiful witch with a deadly voice crosses his path.  This book will be published this summer through Assent Publishing’s Ardent Books Imprint!

Each of the stories takes a look at those darker elements and allows the heroines to do what I believe a romance Endangered_final_fionaheroine should be allowed to do:  Stand firm yet give just enough to let the hero grow on his own.  As a reader drawn to the likes of JR Ward, Lora Leigh and Christina Dodd’s para-rom, I’ve taken great pains to ensure I’ve learned the lessons from those wonderful authors and made my stories my own, yet peppered them properly so you the reader will enjoy them and beg for more.

After all, I am the bad boy of romance.

Don’t forget Savvy Authors is hosting my upcoming workshop Male POV – Creating Better Heroes June 16th-22nd!

Click here for details

Ardent Books Presents SCORCHING STORIES contest for #Writers

girl-fire-desktop-wallpapers-girly-blogger-191604What erotic fantasies do you yearn to write?  Here’s your chance to share them with the world!  Ardent Books is announcing our SCORCHING STORIES Contest for 2014!  Review and follow the rules listed below to take advantage of this great opportunity. We’re ready to slip into your erotic mind and take a journey to somewhere seductive! 

CONTEST RULES

  • SCORCHING STORIES contest submissions accepted from June 1, 2014 through midnight (U.S. Eastern Time), July  15, 2014
  • All subgenres of erotica accepted including cyberpunk, steam punk, historical, romantic, bdsm, ménage, contemporary, and anything in between.
  • Manuscript must be complete
  • Word counts accepted: full length (50,000 to 100,000 words)
  • You must note “2014 SCORCHING STORIES Contest” and book title in subject line of your submission email
  • One SCORCHING STORIES contest submission per author
  • Follow ALL Ardent  Books submission guidelines http://ArdentBooks.com
  • All submissions will be judged by Ardent Books imprint editors and acquisitions editors

 

SCORCHING STORIES Grand Prize Winner will receive:

  • Assent Publishing contract including all benefits offered through Assent Publishing: professional editing, professional cover design, print and ebook formatting, distribution, intense marketing training through the Assent Academy, and the unparalleled Assent Publishing commitment to author success
  • A SCORCHING STORIES GRAND PRIZE WINNER promotional announcement blitz ($500 value)
  • 50 FREE print copies of their book
  • 10 two hour sessions of one-on-one author marketing coaching with Author Success Coach and dean of the Assent Academy, Deborah Riley-Magnus ($2,000 value)
  • $100 toward membership in a writers organization or guild of the winner’s choice
  • A Kindle Fire

 

SCORCHING STORIES Top 2 Finalists will receive:

  • Assent Publishing contract including all benefits offered through Assent Publishing: professional editing, professional cover design, print and ebook formatting, distribution, intense marketing training through the Assent Academy, and the unparalleled Assent Publishing commitment to author success
  • SCORCHING STORIES WINNER promotional announcements for the author and their book ($100 value)

 

Contest submissions can be cyberpunk, steam punk, historical, romantic, bdsm, ménage, contemporary, and anything in between. Ardent Books is currently accepting erotica submissions in addition to contest entries. Send your submissions and “SCORCHING STORIES” contest entries to editor@ardentbooks.com. Good luck! Scorch us with your story! Please visit us at http://www.ardentbooks.com.

Sound Seduction

OceanMusic has been a big dynamic of my writing career, as it’s been the driving force behind the stories I put out.  In almost every single case I can tell you which book and which song inspired most of the scenes because it’s usually just a line from a song that does it.

Something about the metal genre in general evokes images of passion, even though what I listen to involves a lot of dirty vocals.  I thought since we’re pimping a number of releases right now, I’d talk about the five songs that seem to tie into most of what I’m writing.

Kisses Fall–my upcoming Secret Cravings book featured The Ocean, a progressive metal band my brother turned me on to about two months ago.  Their album Pelagial is pretty impressive.

Primary song:  Hadopelagic II.

French FlagL’Enfant Savage, the title track, plus Gift of Guilt by the French metal band Gojira.  Lyrically, musically, they’re heavy and brutal.  Dark, melodic, the music chugs along in true metal fashion, letting me focus on the sounds coming into my ears while my fingers flow fast over furiously fickle phrases to form fornication.  You like that?  LOL!

Eventide, by Stealing Axion is another impressive, seductive song from Progressive Djent metal category that made an impression onto the play list for this book.  Originally, the soundtrack was very heavily influenced by EBM and Aggro-Tek, as I’d just discovered my Goth roots but as time changes everything, so does man change with.

The reality of music and writing for me is that they go hand in hand.  I’ve let the lyrics sooth my tortured soul while I torment those characters in all of my romances and come up with angst ridden emotional arcs to tug at your heart strings.

Cover for Raining KissesRemind me in the future to do a “sexy swinging sounds” post and we’ll talk a little less melancholy!

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Reduced Price on the @USAToday Recomended Read “Torn to Pieces”

You’re probably wondering what the deal with price dropping is by now.  Initially and as a general rule, authors have very little control over the prices set on our books.  Before the days of Amazon making it easier, publishers picked prices they thought made sense based on projected revenue stream, complex formulas and eventually pulling their heads out of their asses to see what stuck while telling authors they could do nothing about the price points because the revenues would be lost, blah blah Torn to Pieces Final 3blah.  Boring shit.

By the way I’m in a foul mood (no sleep)so these last few posts will have the same tongue in cheek feel you’ve come to expect from your humble romance author!

Now, authors know that publishers can change prices to make more sense for the reader and  the house.  It’s no secret authors who self publish on Amazon have total control over what they charge, so why wouldn’t the publishers have it in their best interest to pay attention to the competition?  I’ll do two things:

First, I’ll apologize for the higher prices on some of my books.  I honestly had no idea until I started examining my royalty checks (again, boring blah blah, cash the fucker and move on!) and started talking to Sizzler Editions publisher Jean Marie Stine.  Between her information, talking to fellow author Stella Price, my other houses, I saw the flaw and realized I could remedy this.

Second I’ll sell you a book!  Torn To Pieces is USA Today Recommended Erotic Romance!

“Full of emotion and lust and hot sex.” – that’s how The Forbidden Bookshelf describes the romances of Sascha Illyvich.

Iolite is a witch in love with two wolves, wanting, needing both to fulfill her life. Both of them are two halves of the same being she loves. Jackob and Kerian are former lovers turned enemies by pack law, but without the witch’s solution for the disease ravaging the wolves, both packs will certainly die. Both want Iolite, both want to love again but are uncertain of the consequences. Can Jackob and Kerian get past their emotional baggage to help heal Iolite’s broken heart as well as their own in order to save their packs?

For only $2.99 on Amazon!

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#Reduced #Price on #BDSM #Erotica – Gift of Her Submission

That’s, right, we dropped the price to $2.99 on my best selling tale of three submissives with their one Dominant.  A little back story might help the sale ;)    Gift ofHer Submission

Few years ago (before the 50 Shades trend) my publisher asked me to write a male dom/female submissive story.  Turns out I had inspiration from three very dear loved ones at the time.  The first story, based on someone who is an aspiring writer (or would be if she didn’t get lost in the jungles of New Mexico trying to deliver coke to  crazy Soviets) and deep down submissive, with a yearning for respect from a certain dominating type.  In Casey’s story, she was given just that, the chance to step into a world where she might fit better, or leave it, no harm done.

The second story deals again with another loved one, who would be here today except she made millions selling glass dildoes to sex starved women in the Middle part of the Eastern world.   Needless to say, before she discovered this talent, she struggled with complex issues only women can understand. Needing a reinforcement of her attractiveness, her sensuality, Ronan aimed to remind her of her inner beauty as well as her outer sexiness.

The last story deals with a third and final loved one, who, yup, you guessed it, disappeared. She tried to bury the bottle but it turns out when you’re only 152.2 centimeters and the bottle you’re trying to bury is full of liquor and weighs 1.75 liters, it becomes difficult to lift, and therefore falls on you before you even get a drop into you.  Anyhoo, in the story, this submissive needed to see that pain wasn’t the answer to see true love, but that it could be an accompaniment to other sensual pleasures, softer ones.  Hard control was fine, but topping from the bottom would not get her anything but unsatisfied over time and build resentment.

Ronan couldn’t have that, these women all meant something to his heart, and would one day get the chance to show him.  But first, he needed the Gift of their Submission…

Pick up your copy today at Amazon!

Yesterday’s excerpt VS THIS ONE! Faeries galore!

Chapter One

 

“Move the fucking line faster you cum shot posers!” HisReignGoddamn nothing irritated Millie more than when the line at her favorite Earth based Goth club moved slower than molasses. “What the fuck does it take to check ID, collect a few pitiful dollars and stamp some hands or get head from some underage human?”

“Shut up bitch!” A voice from behind yelled out, irritating her further.

Sucking in a deep breath, Millie prepped herself to butt heads with the irritating asshat who dared talk back to her. She huffed, tugged the hem of her mini skirt down over her thighs and started to march toward the sound of her annoyance, fists balled and ready to knock some heads. She spun around, seeing the few gawkers, the goth dominatrix wannabes and the skinny boys who liked the idea of sucking blood from some poor woman just so they would put out.

Before she knew it, she’d run into a wall of…

Thick muscle.

“You know he plays an extended set, shit woman. What in Diana’s name is wrong with you tonight?”

What indeed. “Virus.” That wall of muscle belonged to the shapeshifting wolf who’d saved her ass a few times from scuffs she couldn’t handle here. In true form, he’d marched up to her, clapped a hand on her barely covered ass and gave it a squeeze.

She smirked. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He eyed her up and down, looking all the more lupine and ready to devour her. “I could ask you the same thing. Last you said, you weren’t coming back for at least a few more months.”

“Yeah,” she shoved back from his chest and resumed her place in line, much to the chagrin of some of the club goers. “I changed my mind.” She couldn’t ignore the depth of his lupine scent on the cold November wind, letting it tickle her senses in that sweet way she enjoyed but would never admit to.

“Oh?” He followed, quirked a brow and moved his hand to the small of her back.

She sighed, let herself feel the comfort of his touch before nodding to his question. “Yeah, I need break, okay?”

“Trouble in Faerie?”

He had no idea. Still, she turned, studied him. All six foot five, two hundred and seventy five pounds of him, to be exact. He grinned, baring sharp fangs, “Hi.”

“Hi yourself, you big dope.” Black pants clung to all that muscle of his thighs, a shirt hung loosely off his frame, exposing more muscle than God, and of course, his hair had been pulled back into a ponytail that hung down broad shoulders most women would die to feel.

Or lick.

Green eyes sparkled, “You’re hiding something, aren’t you?”

She shook her head, aware that the punishment for lying as Fae no longer applied.

“You’re going to have to talk soon,” he moved his hand up the small of her back and pulled her into his warm embrace while the line moved forward.

“I don’t feel like talking. I feel like getting drunk and dancing my ass off.”

“You could dance it off my cock if you wanted.”

She licked her lips but let the thought slide from her memory when she remembered the type of sex he enjoyed.

Peaceful.

Love making.

Sweet and syrupy. Nothing like fae sex. Which, of course was why she’d braved the human earth’s winter, forgetting it got pretty cold in Dallas. Not quite like the snow covered shithole she called home, the Unseelie Cyber-Kingdom, but still too cold for a miniskirt, stockings and boots. Oh, and a tight top that left her midriff showing.

He ran a hand through his midnight black hair and grinned. Then he pulled her tighter into his chest, walking with her the few steps needed until the line stopped. She allowed herself to settle against him, grateful for the comfort he provided. He’d been a friend of the family, saving her ass from one faerie court incident after another when she was younger, supporting her even though he hated her desire to enter the military.

And now he’d changed his hair color. ‘You dyed it again?”

“You noticed. You do care!” His grin widened.

She snorted. “No, I don’t. I just thought wolves didn’t need to dye their hair to change colors.”

“We do need to. Wolves aren’t like the fae in the respect of being able to change certain aspects of our features. We’re born with one coat like humans. I just grew tired of my natural brown and wanted a change. Plus, it’s sort of a requirement for getting in here.”

Unspoken requirements aside, the standard goth uniform included but was not limited to black, black, tattoos, piercings, and more black. Why the humans chased the darkness she’d never understand, but not all here were human. Some were faerie, she’d scented them when she walked from the parking lot. The wind told her many secrets, including the types of beings present tonight.

Of course much of that was training thanks to her superiors.

Yes, they’d done a damn fine job reminding her of the past version of the Unseelie Kingdom’s beauty before the Cyber-Mage took over and mechanized everything.

The throbbing mass of his erection pressed against her ass, nuzzling the crease and pushing her already short skirt up higher. She shoved against him and glared. “Relax pal. It’s not happening. We’re not compatible, Virus.”

He sniffled, then snorted. “Why can’t you love me? Just once?”

“Your version of love and mine are worlds apart, babe.”

He nodded but stroked her red hair. “You’re not kidding. Anyway, what are you doing here? I’m assuming you’re on the equivalent of shore leave.”

She nodded. “I’m trying to blow off steam before I return. Work has been hectic to say the least. And I’m not entirely here on break.”

“Oh,” his eyes widened, “Some super secret Unseelie Kingdom mission?”

“We’re a city-state now,” she snorted. “And yeah, something like that.”

“Need help?”

Of course she needed help. Virus was probably the one person she could think of off the top of her head who could help her locate Prince Faolan, leader of the Protectors. The rest would be up to her. Seduce their leader, convince him by any means necessary to join the Unseelie forces and back them, then help them defeat their enemy. “I do as a matter of fact. I need that drink and a dance partner who doesn’t knock people upside the head when he does the Gothic Macarana.”

The wind blew, pushing her skirt up higher. She reached adjust it, wouldn’t want to show the pathetic humans all the goods, they’d never buy if they saw everything. Of course when the wind blew harder, she listened.

Hoped for a sign. Even though the bass thumped loud enough that conversation by the door became difficult, the wind could normally still be heard, even in this realm.

Of course when it said nothing, it made her nervous.

The line moved again and with it, Virus and Millie. She’d kept close, enjoying the tranquil waves of energy he’d sent her way. She never knew why but Virus’s energy always seemed to center her more than any other creature. She had to thank the Lord and Lady for small favors, even though they wouldn’t hear her prayers and gratitude. At least not at home, anyway.

The line moved again and this time, Millie slipped from Virus’ embrace and dashed inside, flashing her ID and a pouty smile. She looked back, saw him reach for her.

She couldn’t help the laugh escaping her lips when she slipped inside, past the red velvet curtains and tables by the booths on her left. To her right, the colorful trash 80s room blared, covered in black brick and décor the same. She immediately rushed past the tables and short water bar toward the main bar in front of her.

She looked around, spotted a few patrons who’d showed up to avoid the cover charge before ten PM, and noted the one man looking lecherously at her.

She shot him a flippant glance, the bird and walked past him to the bar in front of her. Planting her ass in the seat, she felt amusement at the fact that mortals kept time still. So much in Faery had changed over the years but one thing remained constant. The Fae could give a shit about the passage of time. When you lived for hundreds of years, memories were held onto, but time itself carried no meaning. Up until the last few hundred years, nothing had changed.

Then the Cyber-revolution hit the Unseelie Kingdom, changing things for the worse. The land grew cold, the machines took over.

Well, more specifically, computers and logic, rather than the natural order of the Fae.

The gods and goddesses were shoved out and the land itself grew cold.

Because computers, unlike the deities, required lower temperatures to operate at maximum capacity.

Thus, holding the proletariat hostage by the military. The humans had their series of revolutions but none were this drastic. Sure, the Communists and Nazi party did major damage to humankind, but none of that compared to the hundreds of thousands of Fae who were murdered, all while changing the landscape forever.

And sealing her fate as one of the damned.

The shit was enough to depress anyone.

Which is why she made time to come to this realm and blow off steam. Balance, she remembered her father telling her, was key to holding on to who she was.

And in this moment, she was nothing more than Millie the Fae, Unseelie at worst, a sex pot at best.

Then, something popped in the energy field around her.

She spun around on the bar stool, searched the slowly growing crowd and found nothing. Shrugging, she turned toward the bar to greet the bartender, Shar.

“Whatcha have hon?”

Leaning forward, Millie looked into the sparkling eyes of the buxom redhead and reached for her wallet, “Fae whiskey please.”

Shar made sure to show plenty of cleavage, help with the tip of course. Being Fae herself, she embraced her sensuality and reminded Millie of her purpose.

Seduction.

Millie snorted, annoyed at the fact that her trip here was a planned tryst. Well, a military assignment, anyway.

Didn’t mean she couldn’t fuck off a little.

Right?

“Sure thing hon. You want that like normal?”

“You remember?”

Red hair so bright it could be mistaken for fire burned brightly in the darkness, emerald eyes betrayed the roughness of her tone. The sweet, round face hardly looked menacing, but Shar wasn’t one to be taken lightly. “I remember my kin, if that’s what you’re asking. Make it a double?”

Millie nodded. Shar had defected from the military and been banished from the Unseelie by court-marshal. The Cyber-Mage had been present for that one, with the intent to make an example, naturally.

The point stuck. Those who defected were banished, rather than killed. The honor lost in never being able to return home to where one grew up was more punishment than death. At least in death the soul returned to the land it was born of, and was given care by the Lord and Lady.

Not anymore, not with the computer machines taking over everything.

“What brought you Earth side?”

“Oh,” Millie waved a hand dismissively, “The usual.”

“You want a human to fuck, eh?”

Millie nodded. “Need, but not a human.” She whispered the last bit low enough that only Shar would be able to hear her.

The older fae’s eyes widened. “Plenty to choose from. Demons, dregs of society, humans, wolves,” she drawled out the last part, “anyone in particular?”

A moment later, Fae whiskey filled a glass and set itself down in front of her. Just because the humans were blind and dumb to magic didn’t mean Shar couldn’t use it.

Millie reached for the glass, aware of the calming properties of magically enhanced booze.

The smell of clove cigarettes and lush forest wafted towards her, signaling that she’d been spotted by another of Virus’s entourage.

Trevor, also freakishly tall, sauntered up behind her, set a hand on her shoulder before blowing a cloud of smoke above her head. His shaved face gleamed with sweat. She’d seen him naked on more than one occasion and the memory of her body dancing against his made sweat or something sweeter drip between her panty-less thighs. Never mind the fact that the Unseelie Fae were forbidden from mating with the wolves despite the desire to have them on their side during their cold war with the Seelie kingdom.

She couldn’t help but want him. He’d help her blow off steam with rough, biting sex and not leave her a blood covered mess like the rest of her ilk seemed to need these days.

More tranquility seeped into her, the white light around her flesh warming her despite the chill in the club.

Millie turned and was greeted by purple and green spiked hair that stood a foot taller than Trevor, silver eyes and a smile that could light up an entire room if he hadn’t been so threateningly huge. “Hi,” she shook her chest in his direction. “What’s cookin’?”

“You, obviously,” Trevor took another puff off his cigarette. Dressed in form fitting leather pants, boots and no shirt, his ample chest and bulging muscles rippled gracefully with each movement. “What’s new?”

“Nothing,” she took the drink from Shar and slapped a bill on the bar. “Just out for a night on the town.”

“I saw Virus a moment ago. He said you’d come in for a mission.”

Damnit, how did he always know? “No, not exactly,” she let her voice sink a few notches. The less the wolves knew, the better. She had no intention of putting her friends in harm’s way because her government called for help from the elite race of wolves who governed all the beings in all the realms.

If either Virus or Trevor were hurt, she had no idea what she’d do. It would be bad, that much was true.

She downed her entire drink, glad for the burn of the Fae whiskey, then put a hand on Trevor’s well muscled shoulder. “Dance with me?”

“Sure,” he nodded. “You only have to lead the way, babycakes.”

“Ugh,” she scoffed at his pet name. “Come on,” she downed the second drink Shar had poured for her without looking and let the booze slam into her.

Anything to forget the bullshit politics of her government, or their irrational fears of the Seelie kingdom attacking.

The Seelie weren’t quite peaceful, yet they hadn’t adopted the technological ideals the city-state of Darkness had. In fact, they were still celebrating most of their heritage traditionally, she’d heard from some of the agents who’d been sent to infiltrate.

Things were normal. The Gods and Goddesses enjoyed fertile land, light, prosperity and had no desire to mess with the natural order of things.

Fear was a mind killer, however. And in her current home, fear ruled the land, backed by the military, propaganda and scare tactics.

Trevor took her hand in his, gripped it tightly and pulled her from the bar stool. She didn’t bother pulling down her skirt, let the lecher in the corner see her ass cheek. Fucker.

She found herself on the main dance floor, facing the stage with the cross and the typical person standing by it, pretending to be crucified like Jesus. Gods the humans were pathetic in their worship of a man who was Fae, but she’d never spill that secret.

Still, the music softened, Assemblage 23 kicked on and bodies began swaying. Then Trevor pulled her to his chest, forcing her into the mass of muscle before a hand slid to the small of her back, while fingers spread over heating flesh.

Then the energy did that funny thing again.

It clicked.

He’s here.

Guest Post – Giocanda Lyss

Heaven On Earth:

Gwen McAllister and Desmond Blankenship have both had their share of disappointment in love and marriage. Gwen is a divorced woman who swears never to love again. Desmond is a businessman who finds his wife in bed with a friend. The two meet at a party in Phoenix and soon begin a long-distance relationship. While Desmond knows Gwen is the woman he wants to be with, Gwen is reluctant about facing her feelings for Desmond. Just when Desmond is ready to declare his true feelings for Gwen, Gwen’s life take an unexpected turn. Leticia Martinez, Gwen’s long- time friend and occasional lover, makes an unexpected visit. At first, Leticia and Desmond express an instant dislike for one another. Will Gwen have to choose between the two people she loves the most, or will they make the relationship work for all three of them?Two beautiful sexy lesbian women in erotic foreplay game on dark background

Excerpt:

Thank goodness for showers and blessed be the person who invented them. Desmond replayed the fun they’d had lathering one another up. Soapy hands going in and out of body crevices, touching, tickling, arousing.

Taking a shower with two women had been an experience in itself. Having two sets of hands touching him, stroking him, arousing him, was beyond any dream he’d ever had. Watching them laughing and shrieking with delight, interacting with one another, it was obvious to Desmond that these two women had great affection for one another. It became apparent that there was some kind of bond between them that could never be broken. A friendship bordering on sisterhood, a sisterhood bordering on marriage, a marriage bordering on two halves of a whole.

That Gwen and Leti’s relationship had become physical over time had just been the next natural step for them, Desmond realized. Well, now the two halves were becoming thirds, by taking him to their bosoms. And how lucky he was that they chose him! Gratitude filled his heart to the point of bursting.

Minutes later, when they were all squeaky clean and towel-dried, they collapsed on the bed-a mingle of legs and arms that contrasted and mixed together splendidly. Desmond’s black skin, Leticia’s caramel, and Gwen’s white. They were different in coloring, but they were united in love and affection.

Gwen crawled to the foot of the bed, expectant and giddy as a child. Warm color filled her cheeks.

Desmond looked at her, question marks in his eyes.

“I want you to kiss Leti,” she told him without any further ado.

“Is this okay with you?” He turned his attention on Leti.

Leticia nodded and tipped her head back to be kissed.

Their lips came together tentatively. Desmond brushed his lips on Leti’s and stopped, suddenly unsure of what he should do next. It was Leticia who took the kiss to the next level, gripping the sides of his head and pressing her lips harder on his. Her tongue snaked deeply into his mouth and licked the roof. Her kiss was different from the way Gwen’s lips felt on his, different from Gwen’s kisses. But he was amazed at the strong reaction he got from just that one kiss. Desire surged through him and his cock became erect, pushing against her belly. Leti gasped and squirmed against him. He wanted to take her, but he was also very aware that Gwen watched them. He wanted to see her reaction. How did she feel about it? Was she truly okay with this?

He broke the kiss and looked at Gwen. Gwen’s pale face had turned a deep shade of pink, and her eyes were glossy with lust. She sucked a sharp breath in, and bit her lower lip.

“Don’t stop,” Gwen murmured, while she slid her hand down south, toward her pussy. She half-closed her eyes. He watched her hand sliding between her shapely legs and beginning to finger herself.

Christ, how much he loved seeing her aroused like this! He couldn’t wait to see what new heights of arousal and pleasure he could bring her to. He would be willing to do anything to make Gwen happy!

He leaned toward Gwen and took her in his arms. He kissed her deeply, passionately. He got drunk on her wonderful taste. He wanted the moment to go on forever. If the planet stopped spinning in that moment, he couldn’t have cared less. They kissed long and hard, their tongues dancing with one another.

When she pulled away slowly from his embrace he let go reluctantly. He knew they were about to cross a line that would make a difference in their relationship, a line which, when closed, they will not be able to take back. He remembered Gwen’s words about “taking it slow” and almost laughed. Did she have this-–a threesome—in mind when she uttered those words? He almost opened his mouth to ask that very question, but at that precise moment Gwen leaned in and took his cock in her mouth, giving it a swift lick and a kiss on the head.

“I want you to fuck her,” she said simply when she came up.

Desmond did as he was told.

He eased himself on top on Leticia who was already fingering herself and pulling on her small, dark wine-colored nipples. Leti gave him a small nod and opened her legs for him. She took his cock and guided it to the opening of her sex.

Desmond groaned as he pushed himself inside Leti. Leticia’s pussy was tight and surprisingly wet, considering that he hadn’t done much in the way of foreplay to arouse her. Then he remembered how aroused Gwen was from watching him kissing Leti. The girls got off on watching one another. Exhilaration made his body tremble. The feeling was all-encompassing, and a totally new high.

He thrust inside Leti’s opening, feeling her inner muscles relax around his shaft. Gwen caressed his back with her fingernails; the sensation sent pleasurable shivers through his body, directly to his groin. At the nape of his neck he felt Gwen’s mouth placing kisses, which continued in a trail down toward his shoulders. Gwen then slid toward Leti, kissing her small, perky breasts before moving up to her plump mouth. Seeing Gwen kiss Leti sent Desmond toward the top of the precipice. He stopped, drawing breath into his lungs. The sensation was almost too much. Gwen turned her head, her eyes searching him.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

She took his head in her hands and kissed him to reassure him that he was doing the right thing. Their tongues danced together, entwined, fought and then she sucked his into her mouth. Tremors shook his body at the delicious feeling and he began moving again inside Leti. Gwen’s kiss excited him to no end. Gwen urged him on with kisses on his shoulder and scratches on his back, and when Leti told him she was coming, he crossed the edge with her.

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“Heaven on Earth” is Gioconda Lyss’ first erotic romance novella. Born and raised in Romania, she now lives in Nevada with her family, and the world’s most spoiled cat and dog. Visit her at www.giocondalyss.com and friend her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/gioconda.lyss

 

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