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.
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.
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.
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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.
“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?”
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.
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.
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