Saturday Sexcerpt – In Her Defense by Denise Agnew

Here’s an excerpt from IN HER DEFENSE, the second story in the HEART OF JUSTICE story and the next novel releasing from Liquid Silver Books

She turned away and decided to make a pit stop in the restroom. As she came around a corner, she ran full force into a solid body and started to bounce back. She let out a startled sound as her pulse fluttered and her heart banged against her ribs. Two big hands clasped her upper arms to steady her, and she ended up plastered to a tall, hard body. Her heart did a little stutter and leap of relief as she recognized him.


His fingers caressed her arms, but his face remained a grim mask. “Hey, I’m sorry. You okay?”

She grinned. “I’m fine.”

The intimate press of their bodies played havoc with her libido. Every leanly-carved sinew reminded Celeste that she wasn’t immune to a healthy dose of pure male testosterone in a gorgeous package.

He heaved a deep breath and released it slowly, as if he tried to restrain himself.

From doing what?

Mick’s touch slipped up to her ribcage, the movement of his fingers startling a shiver of enjoyment from her.

A stirring of white-hot need developed in her belly. She caught a slight whiff of musky delicious aftershave. He looked fresh, put together, and yet the animal in him hovered around the edges. He released her, and some of the tension ebbed away.

Mick’s gaze skated over her from head to toe, his attention blatantly admiring. “I didn’t know you were going to be at this party.”

She shrugged. “Why should you know?”

His eyes, so crystalline and as mysterious as the deepest sea, boiled with either perturbation or passion and it stirred a primitive reaction in her deepest being. “Because if I’d have known you planned to attend, I would have offered to pick you up.”

“I saw you earlier, but then I thought maybe you’d left the party.”

“Hell, no. Maria has the best parties in town.” His eyes twinkled with amusement. “What’s up?”

“A couple of things.”

His eyes narrowed, and he looked around as two people walked down the hall, laughing and appearing somewhat inebriated.

“Can we talk somewhere more private?” she asked, not wanting anyone else to be privy to her business.

“Come this way.” He clasped her and pulled her into the guest room. He flipped on the light and closed the door.

Large and well appointed, the big room invited visions of cozy nights curled up on the king sized four-poster bed with a lover.

He placed his hands on his hips. “Okay, shoot. What did you want to talk about?”

She took a deep breath. “It’s Darrell.”

He let out a puff of air. “Great. What’s he done now?”

She explained the phone calls and the fact she’d made a report with the city police, and Mick’s grave expression turned icy.

“Son-of-a-bitch,” he said the sound harsh and certain. “You should have called me like I asked you to.”

His imperious tone irritated her. “What could you do? I mean…it’s not like I know where he is so you can go and talk with him. Like I said, I put in a report with the city police.”

His eyes calmed, his mouth softening. “You’re right. I can’t talk some sense into him if I don’t know where he is.”

“I didn’t want to bother you when I know you can’t do anything about Darrell’s idiocy.”

“No, I can’t, but…” He took a deep breath. “Keep his phone messages just in case. You might need it for evidence and for the phone company.”

She grimaced. “I was so angry that I erased the messages he left on my cell and home phone.”


“I wasn’t thinking.”

He clasped her shoulder. “No sweat. Just record them from now on. And if you answer the phone and it’s him, hang up immediately. Don’t engage him in conversation, okay?”

Feeling safer and more reassured, she brushed her fingers down his shoulder to his powerful bicep. Then she released him.

His breath drew inward, slowly and deeply, and then he edged nearer. “What else did you want to say?”

“I thought about what you said Friday night.” She dared to take the next bold step that would leave him in no doubt she wanted their intimate connection to continue. “That I needed to decide what I wanted.”

His gaze went hot as she inched nearer. “And?”

She slipped her hand along his muscular chest. As she explored in pure pleasure, his gaze burned with obvious intent. Sparks of electricity danced over her skin. Their noses almost brushed. His warm breath touched her lips.

“This. I want this,” she said.

Celeste reached up and clasped the back of his head, urging him down. She brought his mouth to hers.

With a groan, he hauled her up against him. His mouth twisted over hers, ravenous, tasting like chocolate as he plunged into the kiss with feral possession. With deep tongue thrusts, he left no doubt that he wanted more. Her heart thumped heavily, her skin tingled. Her mind shouted with a primal joy.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Mick tore his lips from hers, his gaze holding the scorching passion of a man who didn’t want to stop at one explosive kiss.

Voices sounded outside the doorway.

“Damn it,” he said in a low whisper.

Before she could make a sound, he grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the walk-in closet.

“What are we–” she started to say.

He urged her into the closet, snapped on the light and closed the door. A wild, forbidden thrill coursed through her. Oh.

Celeste got the impression of bright clothes and a shoe rack with a dozen pairs of shoes of all different colors. As he loomed over her, she forgot everything but his fresh masculine scent and potent male presence. His muscled frame tantalized her and crumbled her ability to stay indifferent. Her libido became an infuriating traitor, wreaking havoc with sensibility.

She fell into the moment, excitement snatching her breath away.

“You kissed me,” he said matter-of-factly.

She smiled crookedly. “Yes, I did.”

Mick looked like a man ready to start an inquisition. She blinked, surprised they’d ended up here, and wondering at his nerve. At the same time, she couldn’t squelch the thrill bubbling to the surface. She’d never surrendered to crazy impulse like this until now.

Only her fantasies were this wild.

“What are we doing here?” She felt a tad breathless. “I’m not sure Maria would like this.”

His grin turned sinful and sexy. “Then we’d better be quick.”

She responded to his playfulness with a smile of her own. “Are you sure this isn’t illegal, officer?”

“It’s probably illegal somewhere.” He nuzzled her temple. God, Celeste, I’ve been thinking about you.”

Secretly thrilled, she said, “Really? I tried not to think of you.”

“Did it work?”

“No. Then I made the mistake of turning on the news and I saw the SWAT team.”

Wariness filled his eyes. “The drug bust.”


He tilted his head slightly to the side. “How did you feel when you saw the report?”

“I’ll admit it. It scared me. The thought of anything happening to you scares me.”

He moved in, cradling her head in his big palms. “You care about me?”

She slipped her hands onto his taut waist. “I cared about you ten years ago when I walked away.” Unexpectedly, tears stung her eyes. “I’ve always cared for you. We were such good friends when we were kids. Can we be friends again?”

His eyes were warm and soft as he smiled. “Yes.” His fingers slipped through her hair, cupping the back of her neck. “You know what I’ve done every night when I’ve gone home? Even when I’ve had one hell of a day?” He kissed her nose, then her forehead, each exquisite brush of skin-to-skin a tender touch. “I’ve jumped in the shower and closed my eyes and wondered what it would feel like to be inside you.” His voice went low and throaty. “It’s driving me nuts.”

She flushed, arousal rising inside like a wave. She smiled, trembling deep inside and wanting his caresses, his kisses. “I think I like the sound of that. Big, tough cop under my spell.”

Thanks Denise for sharing you time with us this week. 

See you later,



AuThursday – Denise Agnew

within-his-sight1Denise is another author at Liquid Silver books and I’m happy to have her here for an interview.  Welcome Denise!

Q: What advice would you give to writers just starting out?

That no matter what people say is the right way to write a book, you’ll find a million examples that prove that what people said about the “right” way…well, it isn’t right. Clear as mud? Learn the rules, but also be aware that established authors often break the rules. If you try and emulate a certain author rather than striving to write your own story, you’re likely to get a rejection from a publishing house or an agent.

Q: Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?

In my case I have to take some time to analyze why I’m blocking because it isn’t for the same reason every time. Is it because I’m pushing myself to write too fast? Then I slow down. Is it because I’m doing too much outlining or over thinking plot and characters? My muse works much better if I am free flow and don’t try to over structure my stories. I’m a true by the seat of my pants writer. Also, if I am listening too much to the inner critic, I have to remind myself it is perfectly fine to write a crappy first draft.

Q: How did you deal with rejection letters, if you received any?

I received MANY, MANY rejection letters. I won’t kid you. They all hurt. J Luckily for me, I had the drive to continue regardless of rejection. It isn’t always easy. I still get rejections, and each one can wittle away at me if I allow it. I think I’ve become better at rolling with the punches. It all comes back to reminding myself why I’m writing, and if I stopped writing, what would I do? I find that the alternative…working another job…well, I really don’t like the alternative.

Q: How do you develop your plots and characters? Do you use any set formula?

No set plot or formula…formula and structure in the initial writing of a story can be a death blow for my muse. My only exceptions to that are historical romances. Because there is a ton of research involved before I start a historical, I will read through a lot of books/research items on the internet and take notes that might jump into my head about something I’d like to include in my novel. This gives me inspiration and sparks ideas.

Q: What were your feelings when your first novel was accepted/when you first saw the cover of the finished product?

Total amazement. I think I was more astounded that it was happening than anything.

Q: Are you working on any books/projects that you would like to share with us? (We’d love to hear all about them!)

Oohhhhh, there are so many. Right now I’m finishing up the last story in my HEART OF JUSTICE SWAT series at Liquid Silver Publishing. This new story is called WITHIN HIS EMBRACE and features Craig MacGilvary and Leigh Strong. Both characters showed up in the earlier stories in the series. Taken under the wing of SWAT officer Justice MacGilvary when they were teens, Mick, Trey, and Craig learned the meaning of truth, integrity and a desire to protect the innocent. When Justice died in the line of duty, each man worked that much harder to carry on the lawman’s SWAT traditions. Their affection for each other runs as deep as if they were blood brothers.


When they encounter Celeste, MaryJo, and Leigh, these three men discover nuances within themselves they never expected. Capacity to love, strength in any storm, and heated passion more intense and thrilling than any dream. 

The series is four stories. The first story is actually a novella featuring Dace Banovic, a friend of the three MacGilvary brothers. I’m also contemplating writing a story featuring another SWAT character…a short story or novella. Not sure which yet.

Q: Any recent appearances that you would like to share with us about/any upcoming ones?

None right now.

Q: Do you have a favorite hero in all your books? For any particular reason?

I’d have to say that the heroes in my historicals (which are out of print right now) are my favorites. I’ve also got a time travel hero that I love…his name is Tynan of MacBrahin. He’s a Highlander from 1318 Scotland. I’ve gotten so many fan kudos on him…he’s barbaric, raw, a hunk of course, yet so honorable.

Q: Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web? 

You can find me at my regular website at .  You’ll also find links there for two blogs I participate in. J Please stop by and say hello!

Thanks Denise!  Join us Saturday for a Sexcerpt from one of Denise’s stories.

Saturday Sexcerpt – Honor Within by Mima

Honor Within

Honor Within

Here’s a scene from Honor Within where Burke finally gives in and begins to make love to Nomi.





When he reached his lair, he sat at the bottom of the stairs. He held his hand out in front of him, memorizing the human shape of it. His dick had hardened in the last hour knowing, despite his best efforts to trick it, who waited for him. Was this the hand of a man with honor? He tightened his fingers into a fist. Was this going to remain a human hand, firmly under his control? He was tired to his very bones.

Control. Control. Control. Spreading his fingers again, he stared at them until his eyes burned, willing them to hold steady despite cat’s pacing and slashing. They did. Hands. The hands he could control. He would. He would give into the need, but he would hold to his honor.

Standing, he went to Nomi. The scent he’d first tasted while walking past the Farm to gather his supplies at the solstice had stopped him in his tracks. It always would. She’d loosened her hair. Burke took off his clothes, and the cat began to fight. She stretched, humming sleepily. One small, strong hand seemed to reach for him, sliding from the furs before relaxing. No. If she touched him, he would go mad. The slightest movement away from him might push him over. The warm smell of her rose up, mingled with his scent left in the furs. His dick ached. He wanted her so badly. Her body against his would be a benediction. It would be hope.  Control the cat. He picked up last night’s tormenting ropes, and the cat drained him at the thought of using them. He took Nomi’s slack hands and quickly tied them, then rested them over her head and tied the rope off to the headboard, holding them there. The cat attacked him. Burke swallowed through nausea, breathed through the blinding pain, and tied her ankles. She had enough give to move, but not to shift away. She arched lazily, and blinked her eyes open. He doused the magelights, but she relit them.  Tugging her arms, she licked her lips. “A variation,” she murmured huskily.

He pulled the fur off her body. Curves, golden skin on her shoulders, neck and arms, paler skin down her torso. Her body was tightly muscled, but not slender.

“Nomi. My Nomi. You have a strong body to match your strong spirit.” He hovered his hand over her belly, looking at the bounty he’d dreamed of. Her skin had tormented him, forbidden.

Her breasts immediately erupted in goose flesh, nipples stabbing tall, thickening.

“Finally. Yes.” Her voice was low, eager.

“I remember watching you from the window.” His hand coasted up the heat of her without contact, hovering at the fragile skin pulled taut between her large breasts.

“Do you like watching?”

“No. I like touching.” He reached out and pressed her breast with his hand, curling his fingers into her softness. The image and the sensation combined to explode through his body. His dick leaked. “Your breasts are gorgeous.”

“So are you. Touch me some more.”

Her tone pleaded, but the phrase was an order, and the cat went insane. The world narrowed down to his hand, steady, human, her nipple stabbing his palm. Taking his hand away made his shoulder ache.

Swallowing, there wasn’t enough moisture in his throat to speak. His gaze drifted to her nipple, brown and tight. The slope of her breast, the gathering weight of it bulging on one side. Saliva burst into his mouth.

“You want this. For me to take you.”

It wasn’t a question but she understood. Her body writhed restlessly, not pulling on the ropes, but presented by them. “I want you to fuck me, deep and freely. I’ve been waiting for this for months. Test yourself. Do whatever little proof of will you require for us to move forward together, before I combust with want of your beautiful body.”

He picked up a soft fabric shirt of his, and loosely draped it over her head.


“Don’t talk.”Crap, his voice was low, and scratchy. No doubt his eyes had bled green. He was losing it.

“All right.”

That was talking but he didn’t rebuke her because her tone was so softly submissive it made him shudder. He wanted to touch her again, lick her nipples as she’d done to him.  He wanted to touch her ribs and belly, and swallow her like she’d done to him. He wanted her to feel as desired, to watch her shatter in pleasure again. He wasn’t going to be able to do it. His hands were shaking.


AuThursday – Mima

Q: What got you interested/started in writing?


Madlibs. I was 8. It was love.

Q: Have you ever encountered “negative” feed back on your work so far?

Sure. I’ve had a few negative reviews. I’m not a conventional writer, so not everyone is going to get me. The very first negative review I ever read was on the day after my first book released. I was still aglow, so the blood flowed fresh and fast… But my website is my little shrine of pride, and I hoard emails from readers. My most recent reader used lots of exclamation points. Every one was like a hug.

Q: How hard is it to keep love scenes fresh and interesting?

I’ve never had a problem. Sometimes I have an issue with keeping the characters OUT of bed. Sometimes I struggle with getting sex into a book early enough. But the beauty of epub is that I can generally scrap industry convention, with reasonable limits.

Q: To date which of your books was the hardest to write and why?

Honor Within. I had two such isolated and solitary main characters; I really struggled with how to reveal them sympathetically. I must have scrapped at least 50k of false starts. In one of the first attempts, I had the hero, Burke, sobbing in the woods after his first shift to cat, not wolf. Can you imagine meeting the powerful, erotic shifter hero… in tears? Oy vey. I loved that scene. I kept it. It really rang with all the devastation of a young adult discovering their life wasn’t going to go the way they’d imagined. However, not a great way for readers to meet a ferocious hero.

Q:  Which country would you most like to visit and why?  Or if you have visited that county what surprised you?

I worked a second job for 2 years to afford a summer in Scotland. It was my life’s dream, and holds a mythic space in my memory. What was I surprised by? I guess, how sparsely populated it was, and the sense of wildness it had. One would think that after millennia of settlement, it would have felt more countrified. Next on my list is Iceland or Norway.

Q:  Which hero is your favorite and why?

I love Rylan’s constancy, Burke’s darkness, Ty’s heroism, Vyur’s obsession, Dar’s leadership, Shon’s control, Sand’s intelligence, Ruse’s perseverance. They’re all passionate, dominant, devoted. Hmmm. I wonder what husband inspired them?

Q:  As above but the heroine?


My first heroine, KarRa, in Wild Within, holds a special place in my heart. Gosh what I wouldn’t give to be street-smart and kickass and totally competent. In reality, I’m insecure and cry easily. Rather pathetic, actually.

Q: How do you make time to write?


I use birth control. No kids. Quiet life. Wah-lah!


Q:  Can we get an idea of what you’ve got coming up for readers?

I’m writing my sequel to In Service. It’s fogging my glasses. I’m writing the 7th Bonded fantasy, and it’s breaking my heart. I’m fleshing out 2 brand new stories that are so strange I’m not sure what to do with them: one with a really freaking violent and cold hero and another that’s a chick lit urban fantasy.


Q: Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

Look within… Make the fantasy real.


Saturday Sexcerpt

This one is from Saving Jenna one of Voilet Summers new Paranormals!

Jenna waited in silence, like she did most nights in her dreams. Tucked away from the real world, here she was safe, protected and cared for. Even if he was only imaginary, her dream lover gave her the comfort she so desired.

Nico, she’d screamed his name in pleasure in more than one erotic dream. He came to her nightly, bringing pleasure and comfort and the escape from reality she so desperately needed.

Jenna looked around. Tonight she was in a bedroom that looked like something out of a gothic novel. The walls were made of stone. A fireplace twice her height covered one wall, providing heat and low lighting, and casting eerie shadows on the wall.

Jenna knew this was a dream and would last for only a short time, but these dreams were her saving grace from the evil she witnessed on a daily basis. She closed her eyes, imagining him there with her.

Strong hands gently came down on her shoulders, hot breath whispered along her neck.

“You look ravishing tonight, My Lady.”

Jenna leaned her head back. She loved it when he called her his Lady, or his woman. He was possessive, something Jenna had never experienced before. A plus-sized gal whose father rarely let her out of his sight, her social skills were almost nil. The brief affair she’d had with one of her father’s cronies ending almost before it began. After taking her virginity, the man treated her cruelly, afraid she would tell her father about what they’d done. He certainly hadn’t ever been possessive. Jenna decided that sex was extremely overrated.

His mouth grazed her earlobe. “I have missed you.” His dark-velvet voice caressed her while his cool hands drew circles around her shoulders and down her arms.

“I can tell,” she whispered, smiling at the feel of his cock as it rode the crack of her ass through her elegant dress. Her body ripened with his simple touch. It was hard to find her voice. She sighed as his full lips found her neck, sliding slowly over the sensitive length. His arms came around her, pulling her back against his solid chest. “You smell delicious,” he growled, nipping the delicate skin at her nape.

“Do I, now?” She pushed her ass against him and wiggled. His cock pressed even harder against her soft derriere, and she smiled. “You’re a bad boy, Nico,” Jenna was amazed at how good it felt to be carefree. There was little room for such feelings in her real life.

“Say it again.” He licked a hot path down her neck to just under her ear. “Say my name again.”

Jenna put her hands up, winding them around his head pulling his mouth further onto her neck. “Nico.” Her voice faded as he bit lightly into her flesh, nipping, and then soothing with his wicked tongue.

She loved it when he kissed her neck. It sent tingles of electricity straight to her pussy. The first time he’d kissed her there, she’d nearly come from that sensation alone, it was so pleasurable, a new erogenous zone for her.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth tighter to her neck. He moaned deeply as he took her skin between his teeth and sucked hard.

“Mark me,” she whispered, and was rewarded with his low groan vibrating against her skin. “I want to wear your mark, to show the world I belong to you.”

“Oh Jenna, I need you.” His rough voice tickled her neck.

“You make me feel beautiful,” she said, her hands sliding up the front of his white silk shirt, savoring the ripple of hard muscles under her palms.

He cupped her jaw, tracing the edge with his rough fingertips. “Never doubt that you are indeed beautiful, absolutely the most beautiful woman in the world.”

She sighed and blinked up at him. “How can you possibly be this perfect?” She shook her head and laughed bitterly. “Of course you are. This is my dream. It makes total sense that you would be perfect.” she murmured when he’d released her lips. Tall and hard, his thick arms and thighs were roped with muscle. While the strength and sheer size of him was impressive, it was his face that captured Jenna.

Sculpted as if from marble, smooth and flawless, a face like that should never have worked on a man as big as he. Somehow, though, it fit him perfectly.

His nose was straight and strong. Thick black lashes framed a set of the palest blue eyes Jenna had ever seen. They were hypnotizing in their intensity. Those eyes held Jenna enthralled. Looking into their crystalline depths, she could see his very soul if she looked deeply enough.

Nico pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. “Beloved, I love your body. Your curves entice me. Your soft skin satisfies me more than any lover I have known.” He leaned back to meet her eyes and Jenna smiled feebly. “Open your eyes for me Jenna, I am real and waiting for you to open your eyes.”

Is it hot in here or what?  I think I need a glass of water.

Saving Jenna

Saving Jenna


Voilet Summers

Did you know that Voilet Summers is actually Two Authors writing as one person.  That’s the joy of working on the inside.  You find out these things. 🙂

Shall We get to it then?  Of course.

Q:  What is your process for writing a book? For example, are you a plotter or a pantzer? Do you start at page 1 and write your book sequentially or do you skip around? Do you start with your characters or the plot?


Sierra-VJ and I sit down in front of a computer and make a timeline based on an idea. We brainstorm and write down scenes in order from beginning to the end. We divide the scenes between us and pass the manuscript back and forth until the story is finished. We then take an additional look or two to check grammar and spelling, do chapter breaks etc….

VJ – I usually end up adding a couple thousand words during those additional “looks or two”!



Q:  Do you use any techniques, tools, or aids to help you write?


Sierra- For me it’s all about the music. I get most of the ideas from a particular song or group. I can be driving along and a song will come on and a scene will form in my head. The Worthington’s were written to 30 seconds to Mars. One of our stories was inspired by Shinedown’s song .45. Another idea scene for a book still waiting to be written came from the Rush song Tom Sawyer.

VJ – Sierra made me a couple of cd’s of “music to write by.”  I’m the visual one – I usually have a picture of my hero someplace visible while I’m writing.  I also live by the timeline Sierra and I begin each book with – I’m constantly referring back to it.


Q: How do you make time to write?


Sierra- Whenever I can. I home school one of my three kids; I am heavily involved in school activities and other things that seem to take a lot of time. So whenever I have a few hours to squeeze in I do. I try to write everyday even if it’s only for a half an hour.

VJ – This is a hard one for me – I’ve got one of those day jobs that regularly calls for 10 or 12 hour days.  I usually write for an hour or so just before bed during the week, and for several hours early on Saturday and Sunday.  Of course when the book is on fire, I might write for 8 or 9 hours straight – that happened several times during Daniel’s Surrender.


Q: What advice do you have for other writers?


Sierra- Write what you love. You can’t force a story just because the genre may be popular; it will show in your story. Follow the publisher’s submissions guidelines, even if you may not understand them. They are set up for a reason and it would suck if you were rejected because the guideline wasn’t followed.

VJ – Proof read, proof read, and then proof read again.  “The” does NOT equal “they”!!



Q: If you weren’t writing, what would you be doing?

Sierra- the same thing I do now. Raise my kids, enjoy my friends and read a lot more than I am able to now that I write…lol

VJ – Probably the same thing I’m doing now – maybe taking a couple of college classes, too.


Q: What books can we expect to see in the near future?

Sierra- We have a spin-off of the Worthington’s that we are working on subtitled Jenner’s Law. There are at least three more stories to the Night Creatures. We are also working on a new paranormal series about a large family of women who are the heroes. That’s about all I can reveal at the moment.

VJ – She’s got something like 30 folders of story ideas on her desktop.  I keep threatening to break her car radio if she comes up with ONE MORE storyline!


Q: Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

Join me on Saturday When VJ and Sierra share a Steamy Excerpt with us!  See  you then!




Saturday Sexcerpt – In Alien Arms

Etienne has given us a short excerpt from   In Alien Arms 

All Etienne’s work contains Ménage, m/m, light bondage, toys, anal, and some rough sex . 

Like that would stop you from reading on naughty boys and girls….


In Alien Arms

The bathroom was old, tiny but clean, and it didn’t take much to steam it up. I stepped to the stall and pulled the translucent shower curtain back. Sophie was standing under the spray with her eyes closed.

 “Want some company?” I asked. She jumped at the sound of my voice, turning to look at me. She was truly beautiful. Curves where they should be, soft and rounded, not like these models and actresses who were so skinny you could count their ribs.

 She looked around, puzzled. “Where’s…”

 “Desah?” I cut her off, smiling.

 “Right here,” Desah looked around the other end of the shower curtain.

 We got into the shower with her. It was a tight fit and I turned her to face Desah, my hands sliding over her wet skin. “Ever had a three-way?” I asked in a low whisper. She shook her head. “Ever been ass fucked?” She gasped and shook her head again. I licked her ear and kissed just behind it. “Want it?”

 She nodded slowly, “Oh yes…” I smiled and winked at Desah.

 Desah joined in, taking her hands and putting them on his shoulders. She nodded and he leaned in to kiss her. I moved down to the crook of her neck and kissed there. She shivered.

I almost hate teasers but I love that Etienne has shared his talented style with us this week.  Here is a short blub for his time traveler series over at Mojocastle press!

Time Traveler: An Erotic Trip Into The Past


Caught up in his Uncle’s intrigues Cody is swept into the past. The only problem is his Uncle’s time machine doesn’t work quite right. He’s never sure where or when he’ll be when he jumps. All Cody wants is to get home and back to his life, but the Time Police have different plans and now they’re after him.

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