Happy Hump Day, folks.
I have the awesome Avril Ashton on my blog today with her newest release Bedroom Bully. She gave me a choice of two excerpts, but for the life of me I couldn't choose between them, so you're in for a treat and you can read them both.
Enjoy!
Bedroom Bully: Part of
Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line.
Romance on the Go
is a multi-author series unique to Evernight Publishing. Our readers have busy
lives. Sometimes there just isn't enough time to engage in a novel but an
escape into romance is still desired. We offer our readers a collection of
short stories that can be read during work breaks, on the bus, in the waiting
room, or before bed.
BLURB
Sometimes a
woman needs more than a gentle touch…
El Lively
needs to be punished and after more than a few auditions, she’s found the
perfect man for the job. Her body is up for grabs. Not her heart, and
definitely not her secrets, but Jud has other ideas.
Jud Kincaid
agrees to El’s more-than-indecent proposal, but he’s after more than the
physical. He wants an explanation for her sexual kinks, and a way into her
heart. El’s being stubborn, but lucky for Jud, he’s just signed on to be her
own personal Bedroom Bully.
EXCERPT
#1
“Why choking?”
Her throat worked. It took a while, but
she finally answered in a voice so low, he had to lean forward to catch the
words. “It’s the only way I can get aroused. The way I can reach climax.”
Wringing her wrists, she looked away.
Jud stared at her, at the forlorn
expression on her face. He recalled the shame and pain in her eyes when she’d
made her proposal. “Remove the scarf.” He made his voice hard, harsh, issuing
the command that brooked nothing other than immediate compliance.
She obeyed, but didn’t look at him.
Despite her skin color, he had no problem seeing the thick dark bruise that
wrapped all the way around her neck like a collar. He got to his feet and went
to her, dropping on his knees when she made room for him.
“What made this?” He touched her skin
with the pad of a hesitant finger.
She inhaled sharply. “Leather belt.” She
shook violently. “He buckled it around me and pulled.” Her voice dropped to a
thin thread of sound, shuddering. “He pulled on it as I sucked him, as he
fucked me.”
He cursed viciously.
“No. I wanted it. It’s what I want, Jud.
It’s what I need.”
“Fuck.” He palmed her throat lightly.
She trembled for him, wide eyes holding him in place. He applied a little
pressure. “This, Elliot? This is what you want?”
“Yes.” She hissed and shifted, legs
falling open. He got a whiff of it, her arousal, wafting to him from her parted
thighs. “Jud.”
He squeezed her again, harder this time.
Her pupils dilated. “I’ve decided to take you up on your proposal, Elliot.”
The pulse under his palm galloped. Her
scent grew deeper, sharper. He leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek, ignoring
his own hard dick pressing against his zipper. There’d be some marks on his
flesh later, no doubt.
“I’ll give you what you need,” he
whispered to her, loving the way she shuddered. “Only me,” he growled, “no one
else.”
EXCERPT #2
“What do you want, Jud?” Steel crept
back into her tone.
“Two things actually.” The words
surprised him. He hadn’t known he wanted more until that moment. “There will be
more than me choking you into orgasm. I’ll be fucking you, using you, and most
importantly, making love to you.”
The frown said she didn’t get it.
“We’ll see each other outside of the
bedroom, Elliot. Go to dinner, do the usual dating stuff.”
She shook her head sharply. “No.”
“Yes.”
“Jud, I don’t date.” She sounded
stressed. “I can’t.”
“Why, because you need a bully in the
bedroom?” He lifted a brow. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m here, agreeing to
be that. But I also want to know you.” He paused. “That’s the second thing.”
“What is?”
“I’m asking, no scratch that.” He sliced
a hand through the air. “I’m telling you that one day I’ll ask you why, and
you’ll answer me. With the truth.”
“No!” She jumped to her feet. “I won’t.”
She tried to move away. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against
the wall.
She froze.
“It’s not up for debate, Elliot.
Non-negotiable.” He brought his face up to hers, pressed their foreheads
together as he pushed his erection against her soft center. Her lashes
fluttered, her panting breaths battered his face. She smelled good, like
strawberries, lemons, and orgasms. “I’ll ask, sugar, not now, but soon, and
you’ll answer with the truth.” He bit her shoulder. “Got me?”
She nodded.
He touched her hip then slid his hand
down and up her skirt, caressing first one, then the other ass cheek before
dipping a finger in the valley between. “Say ‘yes, Jud.’”
Breath shuddered out between her lips.
“Yes, Jud.”
“Good.” He took her mouth hard,
thrusting his tongue deep while teasing her ass with one finger. She moaned, a
pretty sound he wanted to hear again and again. He pushed a thumb to her soaked
pussy, getting it nice and slick then moved backward to her ass. He worked the
wet finger into her rear entrance. She clutched his shoulders and shook.
She was a sensual creature once one got
to the heart of her, got to know what made her tick. With one hand wrapped
around her throat, he fucked her ass. He didn’t even have to apply any pressure
to get her dripping. He kissed her, grinding his cock on her, groaning into her
mouth when she touched him with the tip of her tongue, tentative swipes that
made him smile in his head. His finger was up her ass, and he had his hand
around her throat. Hell, he’d choked her to orgasm only minutes before, but his
kisses made her cautious.
A contradiction, that Elliot Lively. He
wanted to figure her out, wanted to know what made her the person she was. And
he’d just bought himself enough time to do so.
Author
BIO/Links
A Caribbean
transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y., with a tolerant spousal equivalent.
Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so
much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around
discussing the plot points of Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys with an equally
book-minded mother.
Always in
love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August
of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked
women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy
ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.
Addicted to cake, the
ID Channel and the UFC, Avril writes Erotic and GLBT Romance for Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, eXtasy Books, Secret Cravings Publishing and Total-e-Bound.
Thanks for having me!
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