Saturday Sexcerpt – Her Pirate Lover by Temple Hogan

 

The door opened and a familiar figure stepped into the cabin. Rising from her bath, Abella turned and caught her breath as her gaze collided with Hawke’s. Marie stood nearby with a towel, but upon seeing the pirate captain, she clamped the cloth to her chest and cowered, whimpering. Water sluiced off Abella’s body as she placed one arm over her breasts and cupped her mound with the other.

Hawke’s gaze raked across her figure from head to toe, and something flared behind his eyes, something dark and compelling. She felt it like a physical thing within her own body. Her nipples tingled behind their modest barrier and a hot, slippery hunger awakened low in her belly and spread to her crotch. No man had ever looked at her as this pirate did now. She wanted to rail at him for his boldness and scream at Marie who stood, locked in her own fears and forgetting everything she’d been trained to do for her mistress. Most of all, she wanted to deny the feelings that swirled around her, but like Marie, she was caught in her own emotional miasma and could say or do nothing to end it.

Hawke’s gaze caught and held hers as he placed a bottle of wine on the table. Slowly, oh, so slowly, that she wanted to call to him to hurry, he crossed the room to her. When he was so close he could go no further, he stopped. His chest rose and fell as if he’d run from some great distance. Deliberately, his gaze dropped, and as if in a trance, she dropped her arms until they hung straight at her sides. Shamelessly, she watched the emotions flitting across his face and reveled in what she saw there. Where was her modesty? Where were her maiden blushes? He was using her to wreck vengeance on her betrothed. Where was her pride and her loyalty?

She had only to look into his face. This was the lonely man who’d stood at the rail last night, the man who’d endured pain like a personal benediction. She wasn’t sure how she knew this about him, but he touched her soul as nothing else had.

“Tell your maid to leave,” he said huskily. Somehow, he’d managed to move closer, so their breaths mingled. His gaze moved over her, scalding hot, so now her own chest rose and fell with the need to breathe deeply.

“Marie, go!” she said. They held each other’s gazes while Marie scurried from the room. When she was gone, he gently cupped a breast, sliding his fingers over Abella’s dampened skin as if in awe of the smooth sleekness of her. Her eyelashes dipped, and she suppressed a shiver of excitement. Every velvety brush of his hand on her skin was like a fiery brand. His rough thumb slid across her nipple, and she jerked, a small whimper escaping her throat, still it was not a sound of fear but rather of an intense desire that threatened to overcome her.

Hawke’s features tightened as he gazed into her eyes. His hands settled on her waist then lifted her from the tub until she stood before him. She made no protest. She knew what she was to him, but she was unable to deny him or herself. When he swept her into his arms, she went willingly, her arms going up to encircle his shoulders. His hands smoothed over her bare back and down to her soft buttocks. His mouth claimed hers, coaxing, wooing, touching, invading. He moaned, his hot breath urgent on her cheek, and she thrilled to think he was as moved as she was.

His large hands kneaded her buttocks, pressing her body against his arousal. She felt his hard cock rub against her mound and felt the walls of her pussy grow slick with an answering need. She’d been raised to be a proper lady in the drawing room, and before she’d left on her voyage to her husband-to-be, her mother had hinted at a lady’s behavior in the boudoir, but nothing had prepared her for these feelings, this fever of emotion, this wild passionate river of desire.

She stood on tiptoes so she might place her hands on his nape and feel the wild tangle of hair. She was startled to find his mane was soft and silky, and although every inch of his body was hard muscles, the skin itself was satiny. She wondered if his cock would be as smooth. Visions of him pressing that hard rod into her soft, yielding flesh caused her to moan.

Hawke tore his lips from hers and trailed kisses down her throat to one rosy nipple. Grasping her breast in his big, warm hand, he teased her nipple, nibbling and laving it thoroughly until she was too weak to stand and sagged in his hold. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, where he placed her. His dark eyes looked at her with wonder as if he found her more beautiful and desirable than any woman he’d ever known.

She lay there, gazing up at him, letting her eyes tell him what she felt.

Blood suffused his cheeks; passion softened his hawk-like features. Quickly, he ripped away the light shirt covering his torso, and she glimpsed the taut muscles on his shoulders and belly. Without hesitation, he shed his breeches, and his penis leaped up, unfettered, huge and darkly rose with a bulb at the end. She’d never seen a man’s rod before. Now, she stared, thinking it the most magnificent thing she’d ever seen. He hesitated, as if giving her time to get used to him. Tentatively, she reached out to touch his tip. It was hot and smooth, like marble heated by the sun. She explored, her fingertips brushing over the tiny bumps at the base of the bulb, and heard him draw in his breath sharply.

“Have a care, Mademoiselle. I have no wish to rush this moment, but you tax me greatly.”

Pardonnez moi!” she said and quickly withdrew her hand. Red stained her cheeks, and she couldn’t meet his gaze, until he chuckled softly, took her hand and placed it back on his cock.

“I but tease you, Abella,” he said, and she liked that he had said her name. It rolled off his tongue with a strange brogue foreign to her ear.

Her hand closed around his cock once again and skimmed over the foreskin down to the sacs at the base. These were hairy and tickled her palm. She liked the feel against her skin and caressed them lightly. Once again, he groaned and clamped her hand in his.

“Tonight is about you,” he said huskily. “I wanted to teach the ways of a man and woman without terrorizing you, but I see you already have a good idea of what to do.”

The full import of what he said reached through her lust-filled haze, but it was a moment before she opened her eyes and looked at him reproachfully.

Monsieur! I am a virgin.”

She stared at him with wide, accusing eyes so he was forced to reconsider his stand. Though it was the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life, other than losing his family home, he stepped back and picked up his trousers.

Mademoiselle,” he said softly. “I beg your pardon. You are a virgin, and I cannot dishonor you, although my plan was to do so as vengeance on your betrothed, Lord Lindleigh.”

Abella sat up and studied him. “But Monsieur. I do not want you to stop. I want you to bed me.”

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AuThursday – Temple Hogan

Q:  Which country would you most like to visit and why?

 Hi, its great to be here and to be interviewed by you.and to have the change to communicate with all my readers. As to what country I would most like to visit and why?  I loved Scotland and Ireland when I was there and would love to return there anytime.  There is a certain romance in the air.  I love the personalities of the Scots and Irish.  They such strong, gorgeous heroes and irresistibly beautiful heroines.  The first time we went to both countries, we took a train through the mountains and countryside which revealed the breathtaking beauty of both countries.  The second time we drove and had a ball finding our way down narrow country roads with their pull offs and sheep whichblocked the road.  Of course, I bought a ton of books in both countries and had to buy an extra suitcase to cart them home.  This was before the big hike in luggage fees.   I was so inspired, I wrote and sold two historicals when I got back. .  I just finished the first in an Irish Trilogy I’m currently doing for the e-book market, called LADY OF THE ISLE and have started the second, called THE NAUGHTY PRINCESS.

Q:  When did you first consider yourself a writer?

Easier to ask myself when I did not think of myself as a writer.  Certainly when I was little and my mother, first read THE WIZARD OF OZ to me.  I’m not sure I was even in school yet, but oh, how I loved Dorothy’s adventures and I remember thinking if only I could write a book like that.  When I got into school and my teachers told my mom about my writing abilities, that kind of sealed the deal.

Q:  What books have most influenced your life most?

You know, I wish I could think of something truly profound but the truth is GONE WITH THE WIND and JANE EYRE were two of my favorites when I was in my teens.  I loved the dark, mysterious heroes in both and Jane with her steadfast love for Mr. Rochester and Scarlett and Rhett.  Frankly, darling, I don’t give a damn.  Well, I knew he did.  He just had to.  And I certainly cared.  Those two books fueled my imagination further.  I know I could say  one mainstream writer, who shall remain nameless, influenced me as well.  Her book was so depressing and sad I vowed I’d never write a book like that.  I was dedicated to a book with an HEA ending, which are mostly romances!

Q:  What book are you reading now?

I confess that as much as I love romances, I also love Suspense Thrillers and am currently reading a Steve Martini book.  Some of my favorite e-book authors are Brynn Paulin, Bronwyn Greene, Abigail Martin, Jennifer Armintrout, oh gosh, I could go on and on.  Few authors I don’t like.

Q:  What is your writing process? Do you outline, fly by the seat of your pants or a combination of both? Do you use mood music, candles, no noise, when you write?

My writing process?  I tend to do a bit of both seat of the pants and outlining.  I can’t even begin to write a book, if my characters aren’t sharp in my mind and named properly.  That’s why a baby naming book is my most treasured research book.  If I’ve name my character Shelly and she’s really supposed to be Lucy, she won’t behave right.  She does things that just don’t go with Shelly’s role.  Some character just jump into your head full blown, like Billie Stone in Dirty Little Secrets from Ellora’s Cave.  She’d been left at an orphanage by her mother when she was seven, by the time she was thirty, she was pretty well off, owning her own building in downtown Detroit with her own lucrative business as a CPA, but Billie was really a con artist at heart until she met a tough, sexy detective who showed her a new way.  As you can tell my books are first and foremost Character driven.  Once I know who they are, then I consider what sort of things are going to befall them.  That’s about the extent of my outlining.  I go with the flow and let my characters tell what they’re thinking and feeling.  UNLESS I get stuck.  Writer’s Block is so debilitating to a writer.  That’s when  a pencil and pad come out and outlining a scene or chapter gets me started again.

 Do I use mood music?  I used to prefer silence until I discovered that the right music can mellow the mood of a scene and open up your mind to a whole new approach.  I mostly write during the day and I have a naughty little Shitz Tzu who distracts me.  I never use candles, but that’s a possibility I may yet explore.  If  I’m desperate to get focused I use chocolate, deep dark chocolate and pretzels.

  Q:  What do you feel is the most important aspect for all new authors to remember when writing or creating their own stories?

Get to know your characters.  Until you know them as well as you know yourself, you can’t get into their heads and without knowing what they’re thinking or how they’ll respond, you can’t make your story believable.  Characters, characters!  First and foremost!

Q:  Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

Oh, my goodness, you can’t begin to learn how to write, without writing.  The more you write, the more you learn.  The process is so intermingled.  Learning to create your characters, finding a suitable plot are the easier part of writing, the fun part, but sitting down and facing that blank page which YOU are suppose to fill up with scintillating prose can be daunting.  As I said before, you just have to begin and force yourself to keep going.  That’s probably the biggest thing you learn in writing a book, that and the shocking, joyous revelation that yes! You can do thin.  Finishing a book is like losing 20 pounds and fitting into those old jeans.  That elation is what keeps you going back again and again to create characters and tell their story.

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

OH this is a fun question.  What writer doesn’t like talking about his/her creations.  In a few days, HER PIRATE LOVER, the second in my Pirate Booty Series will be out from Resplendence Publishing.  The first book, THE VIRGIN PIRATE was a bestseller at All Romance e-books. 

I’ve also just had DARK PARADISE, a funny paranormal out from Respendence Publishing and DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS from Ellora’s Cave.

Coming up are the third Pirate book, titled THE PIRATE BRIDE and the beginning of my Irish Trilogy, LADY OF THE ISLE, followed by THE NAUGHTY PRINCESS and finally, ENCHANTED ISLAND.  I hope to follow up with a sequel to the paranormal DARK PARADISE which is about vampires.

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

 I can be found on www.TempleHoganblogspot.com and at www.TempleHogan.com

I’d love to hear from my readers.

Saturday Sexcerpt – Hot Holiday Houseguests

Hot Holiday Houseguests

Contemp Erotic Romance Ménage + & Light BDSM (Christmas theme)

 

Blurb:

Kelly always tried to be a good girl. Finally, she found the man who let her be a little bad with him and gave her the playful discipline she craved. That’s the man to marry! Engaged and looking forward to a nice Christmas with his family, she couldn’t be happier with her great guy and amazing sex life. Could she?

When her fiancé Mark’s two sexy cousins come to stay for the holidays and burst in on the couple during sex, her shock quickly turns to arousal. She goes from having one hot man to three, and Mark is behind it all. A girl could get used to having three men fulfilling her sexual needs. But is this a treat for the holidays or can she actually keep them all?

Excerpt:

Kelly put all the stress of the wedding plans and freelance graphic projects out of her mind as she lit candles around the living room. Mark’s big project at work was done, and they had a nice weekend ahead of them. She wanted to make sure they took full advantage.

She lit a fire in the big stone fireplace and laid out a thick blanket with a couple of pillows, hiding the handcuffs beneath one. She wanted her fiancé to get the message. She needed some attention.

Mark made her fantasies come true, but he’d been working so much she ached for his time. Being tied up, spanked and a little rough sex was in her future. He loved role playing, and she never felt self-conscious with him. They were a great match sexually and in the rest of life.

It was almost time for him to walk through the front door. She dropped her long silk robe, leaving the see-through lace slip she’d worn underneath. It was cheap and itched a little, but Mark tended to rip her lingerie. He liked that it was the same light blue as her eyes.

Plus the lace hid nothing from view. Kelly grew moist in anticipation. She pulled her hair free from the ponytail she’d worn while she’d worked, and the reddish brown curls spilled over her shoulders.

His key hit the lock, and her cunt tightened. No more working late for him; no more meeting and calls at all hours. Not this weekend. Christmas was this week so they’d have more time alone.

Mark dropped his briefcase as soon as he opened the door and tossed his keys on the side table. Taking off his coat, he finally looked at her.

Kelly smiled. “I missed you.”

Mark pushed the door closed. His wavy brown hair and big brown eyes made her melt, but that strong jaw and muscled form made her ache. The man possessed a confidence in bed she envied and needed. His devilish grin told Kelly the timing was perfect for a seduction. “Looks like you really missed me.”

His dress pants and shirt were gone shortly after his shoes. When he finally got to her, he kissed her hard, holding her against him so all that rough fabric rubbed her tender skin. Mark’s erection throbbed on her hip through his boxers.

“Sure you weren’t waiting for the UPS guy?” he asked.

“Only if I get you both.” It had taken her a year to talk like that. Mark had helped her be freer with her sexual needs and fantasies.

She knelt down and took off his socks then the boxers so he was completely nude. Licking up his shaft, she squeezed his balls. Kelly sucked him down then tongued the tip. It felt like forever since they’d been able to put the outside world truly outside their home.

“In a hurry?” He grabbed her hair and tried to ease her back.

Releasing him, she pulled him down to the blanket. “Not a rush. We’ve got all weekend. But I am in serious need of round one.”

Mark lay on his back and moved a pillow under his head, revealing the cuffs. “You’re begging for a marathon.”

“Not up for it?” She flicked her tongue on the tip of his cock and rolled the taste of his pre-cum around her mouth.

“Oh, you’re in for it.” He smacked her ass through the lace. “You need it faster so you better ride.”

She waited a few seconds to get another sweet slap on her ass. It felt so good her hips wanted to grind back for more. But her pussy’s needs won just then.

Straddling his hips, Kelly slid down onto his cock and felt that sweet reward of fullness. Then Mark gave her a preview of the roughness, jerking the front of her slip until it ripped and her breasts spilled out into his large hands.

He gripped her breasts and held as his teeth and tongue gave her nipples needed attention. The nips and sucks made her cunt quiver, and her hips took over. Riding Mark, she planted her hands on his shoulders and drove hard and fast. She could come twice to his once if she tried. But he could help or hinder that. He loved to tease her.

Her hips worked overtime, grinding on him, not wanting to lose the feeling of fullness. Mark lifted and his hands went from her front to her ass, alternately squeezing and spanking her. “You’re mine this weekend. You’ll do whatever I say.”

She gasped. Didn’t she always play into his fun? She’d do anything. The orgasm hit fast.

“Yes!” Her cunt contracted around him, and she fucked him fast to feel the full impact until the pounding of her release finally slowed.

She heard cheers and clapping. Her fantasies of being watched were never that vivid! Opening her eyes, she saw two familiar men standing there in jeans and T-shirts with big grins.

“Mark!” She jumped up and grabbed her robe.

“Damn it.” Mark tried to follow her.

She slammed the bathroom door behind her and locked it, something Mark had clearly forgotten to do with the front door.

“What the hell?” she demanded.

“Kelly, calm down and let me in.” Mark didn’t seem alarmed.

“What are they doing here?” She recognized Mark’s two cousins. They hung around whenever they were in town. The three of them were close, but she hadn’t been expecting company or she’d never have set up that fantasy in the living room.

“I’m sorry. I told you they were moving back East. Let me in.”

They needed to talk in private.

“Just you.” She flipped the lock. Mark entered and locked the door behind him. “I’m sorry, but it’s really okay.”

She looked at herself in the mirror. Torn slip, breasts out, and a pink ass. “Okay? How is this okay?”

“They swear they knocked, but we didn’t hear them. I’m sorry I forgot to lock the front door. I grew up in a small town; I never remember.” Mark pulled her close and kissed her. “But it’s not a big deal.”

His cock, still hard and slick, pressed to her. She wanted more, but how could they do anything with guests waiting?

“Not a big deal?” she repeated. “How is it not a big deal that your cousins saw us screwing? Me in full orgasm. I can’t face them.”

His reaction wasn’t normal. They’d seen her practically naked.

A voice came from the living room. “Handcuffs. Kinky.”

“Mark’s lucky,” the other cousin said.

Mark sighed. “I’m sorry. It’s just not. I know you had a rigid upbringing about this stuff. But Jack, Paul and I all went to college together. The three of us shared an apartment for five years. We use to…share.”

“Share? Girls?” The idea sank slowly into Kelly’s brain. Her body and mind were both intrigued. Mark was sexually adventurous. “You’re all hot guys. You could have plenty of girls to yourselves.”

Mark grinned. “We did. I know it’s not typical. Look, Paul had a girlfriend who had a fantasy about multiple guys. She trusted us not to get greedy or nasty. She asked Paul, and we talked about it. It was amazing.” He shifted his arms around her, holding her hands behind her back.

“You don’t do stuff with each other?” How far did his kinky side go? These were thing a fiancée should know.

Mark laughed. “No, all the focus is on the woman. We’re related and none of us go that way. Trust me. Sharing is hot if the woman is into being adored and pleasured by more than one guy. We don’t do it all the time. Paul and Jack were totally into you at the family reunion and every time we’ve hung out. But, knowing your history, I wasn’t going to scare you off bringing it up before the wedding.”

“So the plan was to scare me after the wedding?” She shrugged. It wasn’t scary but shocking. Her family was so closed mouth about sex that don’t do it was all they’d say. When her older sister got pregnant at sixteen, she’d been thrown out. Kelly was left with the overbearing and overprotective suspicion heaped on her until she’d gotten away for college—still a virgin.

Mark made her feel safe and free to explore without the judgment her parents had dished out without even letting her date as a teen. She’d dated other guys but until meeting Mark when they were both twenty-seven, no one had made her feel free. Two years together and he kept amazing her. They were engaged and had a nice house.

“No, no scaring you. That was never the plan. I didn’t want to add to the stress of the wedding and the jobs and the holidays, especially if it wasn’t something you’re into. You like fantasy, power and role play stuff. I was trying to figure out how to bring this up.” He pinched her ass, and she pressed back for more. “Maybe you’d like it? Three hot guys, six hands, three mouths and cocks for you. I saw you looking at them on the beach at the family reunion.”

“They’re attractive. They look like you. I’d never cheat.” Kelly knew some might think her love of naughtier sex made her easy, but no one except Mark had seen this side of her. He was what she needed for the rest of her life. No doubts. Now, he wanted to shake things up?

He kissed her tenderly. “I know that, and I’d never cheat on you. If you’re not into this, it’s okay. If you’re interested in trying it, I swear it’s not cheating to me. You gave them a hell of a primer out there. I bet they’re hard already.”

Her face went hot. The idea of more than one man wasn’t new, but she’d never asked for it. How did he know her every fantasy? Mark wanted her to try it. He was hard for it. He had the guys, and she liked and trusted both of them. “Why are they here? Was it a plan? You didn’t know I’d be seducing you tonight.”

“That’s why I’m sorry again. They needed a place to stay. Their business bottomed out in Vegas, and they’re moving back to start over. I meant to tell you they’d be staying with us for Christmas.”

“All that work.” She nodded. He’d been stressed by his job. She could tell, and there was no way to help him. Making him feel guilty about this served no purpose.

“It’s no excuse. I could’ve told them to call you and set it up. I meant to tell you tonight, I figured they’d be in tomorrow or Sunday. I swear I thought they said Sunday morning.”

Kelly tapped her foot, but they were family. She’d never say no to them staying. It was the humiliation of being caught during sex that turned her on and embarrassed her at the same time. “From now on, we discuss houseguests before we agree. Your side or mine for any reason or length of time. I would’ve said yes, but I’m not ready for them.”

“You’re totally right. They were so desperate and pathetic. If they stay with the older relatives, they’ll go nuts. They’re crazy about you.” He nuzzled her neck.

“They didn’t seem to mind the welcome we gave them.” She chewed her lip to hide her smile. Her arousal returned. Three men. If it didn’t work, they could stop. “You’d really be okay with this sharing?”

“The three of us have been talking about it since the beach. You in a bikini made them lose their minds. But they went back out west so it made no sense. Now, that they’re around for the holidays it’s a chance to try it. If you like the idea, believe me I’ll get off on it.”

“And they’ll be living with us?” That temptation would be huge, not that she’d cheat, but it’d add to her sexual needs to see them. Her attraction to Mark and his cousins was undeniable.

“They’re good guys. You know them. Think about it. No pressure or expectations.”

Her fingers skimmed down his body to tease his cock. She needed to know for sure before she admitted her own curiosity. “You really want to watch your cousins fuck me? Eat my pussy?”

His hips snapped. “Yes.”

“You want me on my knees, sucking their cocks while they finger me?” She wanted to know it’d turn him on because once they went down this road, they couldn’t go back. Stop, yes, but not go back.

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AuThursday – Cheryl Dragon

Please join me in welcoming fellow Resplendence Author Cheryl Dragon.  Welcome Cheryl, so how long have you been writing?

In my head, always. Seriously, since my early twenties. If I didn’t write, I think I’d go crazy!

Q:  Do you have a specific writing style?

I don’t know how specific it is. I tend to be more casual in feel and fast paced. I hate getting bogged down in tons of mundane detail and description when there’s so much to tell. My intention is to get the important stuff there and let the reader experience the story unfolding.

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

Writer’s block is rare since I am constantly getting new ideas. The harder part is focusing on the book I need to finish and ignore the new ideas bugging me. If I can’t ignore the idea, I write down notes so I won’t forget it and then I can get back to the story at hand.

For true writer’s block, I’ll change to a different story. Since I write mostly novellas and short stories, it’s not a big deal to switch when one isn’t working. I always go back to a story. Sometimes the click of what a character wants just takes a little time.

 Q:  How much of your books are realistic?

Unless we’re talking about my paranormals, it’s all realistic. There may be a bit of a fantasy element to some people. Most of my writing is contemporary. I write a lot of ménage which some people might feel isn’t realistic in a long term relationship but stranger things have happened. BDSM, m/m, ménage…it all happens or we wouldn’t be so interested in it. I’ll admit, it’s not common but that’s what makes it even hotter.

Q:  Would you tell us your story of getting “the call?”

The call was actually an email from Ellora’s Cave. I’d been trying traditional romance publishers and it never worked. Everyone loved my hot love scenes so I thought I’d give erotic romance a try. Since then it’s been a wild ride!

 Q:  What do you think is the biggest misconception in erotic romance fiction?

 The biggest misconception is it’s all about the erotic sex. Or that it’s porn. Women’s sexuality has been repressed for centuries and this genre gives women what they want. The romance, the emotional connections, and the amazing sex focused on their needs. Here women get their fantasies fulfilled.

Q: We all know “SEX” sells, have you ever been asked to “sex-up-your books”?

No, I really don’t have that problem. Some pubs might ask that of writers to bulk out a book but I’ve never been asked to do that. I think most writers have a good feeling for the genre they’re writing and what readers want from a story. I want my characters to be happy, find love, and enjoy all the sexual exploration of that relationship. That’s a happy ending! So my heroines and heroes have a lot of great sex while building and exploring their relationship.

 Q:  What is on tap for the rest of 2010?

 My November release is Pushing Penny. A BBW BDSM:

Going to Italy with a sexy man should be hot but for Penny it’s all business. The plus sized designer of plus sized fashions met Grayson Raider at her best friend’s wedding, and now, he’s her bodyguard. While she doesn’t expect trouble, Penny’s rich Texas family is overprotective. She has no reason to protest—Grayson makes her feel safe and beautiful.

Grayson knew the moment he met Penny that she was the challenge he’d been looking for. Confident in her work, Penny needs to let him lead in the bedroom. His Dom side enjoys giving her pleasure and pushing her limits. Being tied up naked by a man she’s paying to protect her is hot enough, but when he starts using mirrors and fashion to drive her crazy, he might just push Penny right out of her comfort zone.

 Coming December 15th!

 Fly Boys

Ménage+

For Laura, dating Craig, an air force pilot, has been nothing but great. Bonding with Craig’s three housemates who served with him has been an experience in military closeness and deep admiration for men in uniform. The news that they’ve shared everything, including women, is arousing and a bit of a challenge. And Laura wants to take it on. The guys ease her into action, and soon, she can’t imagine life any other way—even if one of the guys is a bit reserved with her. But Laura’s biggest adjustment will be to their weird work schedule. Three months on duty and three months on her!

 Q:  Where can readers find you on the world wide web?

 www.cheryldragon.com

Saturday Sexcerpt – Bedtime Stories for a Stolen Child by Anna Mayle

 

Something was tickling his thigh. Light, almost not a touch, it was moving over the skin on the inside of his leg just firm enough to brush the soft pale hairs there and cause the laughter inducing sensation.

Daniel squirmed and gasped lightly when the touch brushed deliciously close to his balls. He licked his lips and canted his hips just a bit forward to capture the feeling. It was still soft, soft and smooth, some separate touches but others all in a line and held together. The softest razor edge he’d ever experienced. Like a feather.

A feather! He stilled, unwilling to move the blanket lest he see something he didn’t want to. It was like the nightmares he’d had as a child, of being surrounded by creatures who meant him harm and being unable to move in case they saw him. He used to hide his head under the covers and lay there, panting and terrified until the sunlight scared away the shadows, but this time, he couldn’t hide that way. The monster was under the blanket with him.

That touch moved again and the muscles of his thigh jumped, a full body shiver wracking his broad frame. He was ashamed that it wasn’t completely fear which caused it. Near enough, though. It took all of his will to move a hand, slowly, toward the sensation. Waiting for those sharp fangs to bite down, waiting to come into contact with knotted and feather strewn hair.

I shouldn’t be this terrified. I’m a full grown man! I shouldn’t be afraid of monsters in the dark!

He despised the owlish creature for stealing away his comfort and giving him such a childish fear. At least he wasn’t hiding in the closet. God, no, the closet would mean he wasn’t in my bed! Why couldn’t he . . . no, it. It’s an it! One crisis of identity at a time, thank you! Why couldn’t it be a closet monster? Closet monster. Good God, tell me I’m dreaming. This is a nightmare. Delusion. I’m going insane. I never recovered from the accident and I’m laying in a coma somewhere, living a nightmare world inside of my head!

He felt his own leg and shifted the hand inward, down his hip and up around the outer thigh. Any moment . . .

Then he felt it, and his hand clamped down. Jumping into an upright position, he yanked the offending thing up to meet his eyes.

A feather. A single owl’s feather which had slipped into his briefs, probably from that ridiculous nest he’d been laying in before.

He closed his eyes in the exhaustion that only comes from the sudden absence of fear and gave a hiccupping sound. It might have been a laugh if not for the hollow and desperate edge to it. Crushing the feather in his fist, he fell back to the pillow.

Wait, I wasn’t wearing briefs.

His eyes opened wide, and he screamed when he came face to face with an owl’s gaze and that mouth with its Cheshire grin.

“Stole my face,” it accused, and reached for him.

 Daniel slammed his head into the wall when he jerked into wakefulness. He swore and bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed. His cock was straining in his Y-fronts as if he’d had an amazing wet dream, and he drew his legs up to himself, hiding the offending organ from his own eyes, hiding his depravity. Something was wrong with him. But he should be glad, right? It was only a dream.

The feather, crumpled and broken in his fist, mocked him.

AuThursday – Anna Mayle

Welcome fellow Resplendence Author Anna Mayle.  So Anna,where are you from?

I was born on Drummond Island, in a log cabin my mother built with her own two hands. In the summer we lived in a teepee in a large clearing in the woods. We held rendezvous there where trappers and traders and Native Americans would gather to live a tiny bit in a time that had already been and gone. Later we moved to New Mexico and even later we came back to Michigan, even if it isn’t the island anymore, but I’ve always considered myself as being from that tiny piece of yesterday that we worked so hard to hold on to.

Q:  When and why did you begin writing?

I can’t remember a time I wasn’t creating stories. At first it was just something fun to play around with. Later it became a way to shape the world into what I wanted it to be. I hid in my writing for a long while. Actually, I only surfaced to find friends and join the real world a few years ago. Before that it was always my family and my writing, nothing else mattered.

Q:  When did you first consider yourself a writer?

 I’ve always considered myself a writer, but I guess I really saw the possibility of being a professional writer when I finished my first novel ‘Such Bitter Heaven’. It still isn’t published yet, but I have hope for it. ^_^

 Q:  What is your writing process? Do you outline, fly by the seat of your pants or a combination of both? Do you use mood music, candles, no noise, when you write?

 I make up the characters first, and write a scene (not necessarily the first one), then I just let them play. Even I don’t know how my book will end before it does. Sometimes I have a vague idea, but the characters usually go somewhere I was really not expecting. Honestly, it’s a bit like having a multiple personality disorder sometimes. My head gets very crowded.

As for the physical conditions, it depends on what I’m working on. Usually quiet or soft instrumental music (my current favorite for my WIP is ‘Song of a Secret Garden’) is preferable. I fix a hot cup of spice tea then curl up at my desk, feet on the chair or tucked under me because I can’t stand sitting with both feet on the ground. Occasionally a cat or lizard will join me while I’m working and keep my head, neck, or lap warm while I type.

Of course, those are preferable conditions, all too many times I’m scribbling on a napkin, or scrap paper at work while I’m on break, on the bus, or in a loud room while family and roommates play and I try to drown out just enough of the din to focus, and fight the cats away from my keyboard since they think it’s the neatest toy ever. *sigh* good times.

Q:  What books have most influenced your life most?

Monica Furlong’s ‘Juniper’, I always wanted to grow up as strong as the Dorans in that story. Kahlil Gibran’s ‘A Tear and A Smile’, the lessons in that book are what I was raised on. While some kids are quoted bible verses, I was quoted bits from those pages. More secrets of life and happiness were found in ‘The Little Prince’ by Antoine de Saint-Exupery and ‘The Big Friendly Giant’ by Roald Dahl. ‘The Last Unicorn’ by Peter S. Beagle was my favorite book as a child, I must have worn out three or four copies of that book. And ‘The Last Trail’ by Zane Grey, that one not for the contents of the book as much as the memory of being curled up with my brothers, beside our mother in the guest room at my Great Great Uncle Bill’s house in Newburry, snuggled warm against the cold while she read to us in her soft, musical whisper. I remember looking up and seeing my Grandad looking in on us from the doorway and thinking ‘all is right with the world’.

 Q:  What are your current projects?

I have a full length novel finished and awaiting approval (fingers crossed) called ‘In The Shadow of A Hero’. It was supposed to be for the Handcuffs and Lace line, but it ran away with me and got too long. The story is about a homeless man, Maxwell Thomas, full of self-loathing and hiding from his past by trying to save the city he feels he wronged. When Nick Kenna, a truly good hearted cop, stumbles upon him and tries to pull him out of the darkness, they both end up caught in a fight for their lives, and Maxwell’s sanity.

I’ve also got a short story in progress about a young musician who stumbles across the journal of  a soldier from WWII. The more he reads the more he sees the shade of the soldier in his dreams, the more he dreams, the more they blend with reality until he isn’t sure what’s real anymore, or what he wants to be real.

Q:  Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

Nature. I can’t begin to tell you how many times, when life began to pull me down, I would retreat to my garden or the woods or water. Without mother Earth about to ground me… it’s terrifying to wonder where I would be today.

Q:  Would you tell us your story of getting “the call?”

 The call hmm?

Metaphysically I think it was more like a telegram buried in the annals of my psyche. I had to keep writing more and more because if I didn’t, I started to talk out scenes to myself…out loud. It was scaring people. My dad thought I was going insane. ^_^

If you mean the physical ‘you’re going to be published’ kind of call. The Email actually got eaten by my Hotmail account. I waited for a month or so and the gave a tentative message to Resplendence asking if I’d just not been chosen or if the story hadn’t been read yet. Instead of the brush off I was expecting I was told that I was going to be published.

Honestly, I think I almost fell out of my chair, I was so shocked.  

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

www.annamayle.com, it’s not much yet, but it’s a start. I also used to write a lot of fanfiction under another name, but that’s a s-e-c-r-e-t. shh.

Join me on Saturday when we read an Excerpt from Anna’s Bedtime Stories for a Stolen Child.

Tina