Sexy snippet of Foreign Romance

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Photo copyright belongs to the original owner.

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.


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.”


“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.”

Published in: on February 4, 2015 at 12:00 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Dominant Vs. Alpha – For Carrie Anns Alpha Male Blog Hop

In a discussion with publicist Sharon Aviles, we’d discussed my teaching romance authors how to write BDSM and incorporate the elements of the Lifestyle into their romance stories.  She’d said that the interesting thing was in traditional non kinky romances, we call Dominant males, Alphas.

Sure they may not be kinky but both men have to take charge of situations.  Both men feel the need to control and the underlying reasons behind this need for control is generally the same.  A belief that his way can guide his heroine into safety feeds his need to be a leader.  I teach this often in my course on how to write from the male point of view.  It’s aimed at romance authors but the lessons still apply to a broader spectrum of fiction writers.

Often times both men will be in powerful positions either as corporate CEOs or highly trained military experts, these men are used to getting their way.

In the bedroom we see similarities too.  Whether he’s using ropes and handcuffs, spankings and scarves, or just good old fashion strength to make his point, he’s still on top.  His goal is pretty much the same, drag something from the woman that she wants to give but doesn’t know how.  She’s generally afraid to ask and that fear is often masked as stubbornness or anger.  Sometimes it’s blatant fear.


As a guide, the dominant male must guide the submisisive on their journey towards inner peace, as the alpha male must show the reasons he’s overprotective.   Bondage becomes a tool used to strip away control and bring out emotions needing to be dealt with while the Alpha male may use consensual force to do the same.  In effect, he’s binding the heroine and making her choose another path, one that leads to growth, rather than stunted movement.  Different plot devices can show us these traits from both sides.  Using the react vs respond method of character development talked about on WriteSEX, we can get this accomplished as writers.

His ability to see past her defenses as an alpha male or Dominant is what spurs him on to guiding her.  It’s not until he’s learned to grow through the plot that he realizes he’s guiding her as she’s guiding him, but that’s another article.  In the end, the two types of men are really one and the same.  Our labels are just for publisher and reader convenience as they help us define the characters for the appropriate markets.

When I wrote Lord Frika in Siddella’s Surrender, I definitely created a very sensual Alpha.  He had to make decisions on the fly, aware of the potential consequences all while keeping in mind the outcome for his newly found power source, Siddella, the Thief of the Low court.

Enjoy an excerpt;

A wind blew through the empty streets.  Military vehicles had made sneaking into the club difficult as they were on the lookout for Frika now. Word of the Thief of the Low Court escaping an assault had made it around military circles in the area.

Despite the fact that his strength slowly ebbed here, Frika was still stronger than anyone else, thank the Goddess above.  It wouldn’t last though. Remaining in the Land Between Realms was the only way to truly keep his strength at full since the inception of the power draining grids here in Faery.

With some luck and the power he possessed, Frika managed to sneak past the guards in the fetish club Siddella had been led to.  A bit of a slip up caused delay but once he’d found where the two MPs had taken Siddella, he made his way towards her.

Heart racing, he knew what he’d find. When he did find her, the power of their binding unleashed in him with such violence that it became impossible to control.

But the rule for the Black Angus was simple.  The quieter one was, the more one could hear.

The two guards torturing Siddella had caused her to bleed profusely.  Her wounded body smelled of burnt flesh.  Ugly cuts marred her perfectly pale skin.  Teeth marks on her shoulder, along with the bruises near her spine would have made a lesser being wince but Frika knew what had to be done.

The flesh and blood faery held his prick in hand, hard and ready to rape her.

Frika couldn’t have that.  With quick speed, he’d cloaked himself in a spell, snapped the necks of both the guards and reappeared visible in time to reassure his lover that he was here in time for her.

Seeing her damaged body meant one thing.

He’d have to act without haste or she would die.

The fae had grown weak over the centuries from exposure to technology. Their true power came from the sensual, the sexual.  The CyberMage had attempted to stomp that down when he stole the throne.

Somehow, Siddella had become a prude, listening to the propaganda that the city-state blathered about how only those who were sexually active held one purpose.

Procreation.  It bothered him that any faery would take such a human, Christian stance.

“You’re safe with me now,” he whispered against her cold skin.

She shivered but remained unconscious.

Using the last of his magick, he repeated the invisibility spell that would hold long enough to sneak past some of her debtors and out of the club undetected.

Rejoining Virus and Anya just a few blocks away, he set Siddella’s body down against a wall.  Taking off his floor length leather coat, he set it around her shoulders and adjusted her for comfort.  “

Anya was the first to speak.  “See you made it back safely.  Good.”

Frika nodded.  “They were nearly done with her.”

Virus shuddered visibly. “I hate this nightmarish world.”

Again, Frika nodded. Reaching into his pocket, he thumbed the flash drive. “She really is something else, isn’t she?”

Stepping forward, Anya held out her hand. “I need that drive if we’re going to analyze the holes in the security system and deactivate the grid.”

Frika fingered the drive. “What are your plans?”

“Get back to Earth and look at the data, of course.  I have some friends who are almost like gods in their own right.”  She gave him a wicked grin.

“So be it.”  He tossed the drive to her. “Wait though. Could it really be that easy to shut the grid down?”

Siddella moaned. “Oh my fucking head.”

Frika knelt by her side and took her hands in his. “You’re awake.”

Shaking her head, she rubbed her eyes. “It’s possible because the Cyber-Fae aren’t very clever with their encryption methods.  Despite the complex technology used here to create the mechanized beings, we’re still not that well advanced in security programming.”

Virus leaned back against a wall and crossed his arms.  “You’re saying that an amateur could hack their systems?”

“No.” Siddella took in a deep breath and looked around.

Her magickal sensors hit Frika’s.  He sent back calmness to her.

A few tanks drove by.

All four of them shrunk back into the shadows of the dark alleyway.

“It seems the city is on total lockdown since this revolution you started has come underway.”

Frika smiled.  “Phase one.”

She turned to face Anya.  “To better answer your question, no.  The amateur hackers built a secure system based on your WHAX software.  Faery magick and intellect enhanced it.  But I’m a hacker.  A true hacker, meaning I like to solve problems and be free doing it.”  She glowered at Frika.

He shrugged his shoulders.  “The ideal of submission is that there is freedom in slavery.”

She glared harder.  Returning her glace at Anya and Virus, she continued.   “Anyway, the truth is, I’m not that strong a fighter but I’m that good a cracker.”

“I see.” Anya slumped down beside Virus.  “So what do we need to do when we get this back to Earth?”

“I’d have to come back with you to show you.  It’d be easier to let me do it but this deity that Frika passed onto me,” she jerked her thumb in his direction, “won’t let me.  She’s hell bent on murder.”

Frika sighed.  The green hue of the sky had taken on a bright neon color.  The land itself rotted  around them, starting with the sky. He swallowed hard.  “I’m thinking if the strikes continue on the various city-states while we make our escape back to Earth then you can do this?”

“It’s much better if we stay here and infiltrate them.”

He wanted to stop her and shut the idea down.  But he couldn’t. Mate that she was, she was also someone who possessed knowledge he and the rest of the Black Angus did not.  “What do you think, Anya?”

Anya shrugged. “What choice do we have?”

Frika’s lips pursed together in a thin line. “We need better control over your deity my sweet.”  His eyes narrowed and groin hardened.

Backing up against the wall, Siddella put her hands up defensively. “Don’t look at me like that.”

He kept his voice to a low whisper.  “I can help you control her.”

She started to stand but fell back against the wall and on her ass.  “No!” She looked at him with wide eyes.

He stepped closer to her and held out his hand. With her snow white hair framing her face, she looked almost like a porcelain doll wearing an oversized coat.  His heart beat an extra time at the fact that his tiny mate was not only skilled but nearly as stubborn as he was.  “You’re the only faery I’ve ever met that rejected their sexuality.  Do you realize you’d have more power if you’d accept yourself?”

Pulling the coat over her naked body, she looked away.

He knelt down before her and took her head in his fingers.  Lifting her chin to meet his gaze, he studied her, noted flecks of gold in her dual colored red and silver eyes.  She smelled of Unseelie, scents that reminded him of times of old.

Her bottom lip quivered.

Softly, he brushed his lips over hers.  “You don’t have to fear me.”

“I don’t!”  She retorted but the words didn’t come out as though they held meaning.

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Weekly Wrap Up!

Newest Release by Sascha Illyvich, erotic romance author at Decadent Publishing

While I haven’t been here so much lately due to convention exhaustion and such, I have been around the internet.

First, the fine folks at SizzlingHotBooks came to me with this review of The Playground, my first 1Night Stand from Decadent Publishing

Each person has different desires when it comes to what turns them on in the bedroom. But what happens when two partners struggle to agree on what they need? The Playground shows you that compromise is always the best answer.  See the full review here

Then I popped over to Heart of Romance, as the lovely Sarah Hoss offered a spot to authors and I jumped at the chance to showcase Surrender to Love, my second 1Night Stand from Decadent Publishing.

See the full interview here

I ended up coming back to work this week, wearing both editor hat and writer hat as I continued to fine tune Stalker.  I know, the excerpt off this site has been removed, the old Radio Dentata blog got hacked back in 2011 and I haven’t had a chance to replace any of that stuff yet.  But the new revised chapters will be better anyway.  I also resumed working on Saint in Sinner’s eyes, the followup to Burning for Derrick.  Yes, Max’s story.  For those that have read snippets of Burning for Derrick, the feedback seems to say “We want Max’s story” so I’m giving it to you!

My hands are still slightly sore, wrists are killing me, honestly.  The weekend I spent in Atlanta for Frolicon was pretty awesome, I enjoyed hanging out with Cecilia Tan and some old and new friends.  Most fun I’ve had in a while, with my bullwhip and singletails though, and those have killed my wrists!

But onward I press, pushing forward, pushing up.  WAY up.

More later.  Oh yeah, and the books listed are ALL better than 50 Shades of Grey AND my sex scenes are hotter. And practical.


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