Get into some 'Illicit Activity' #freeread @BooksByGray #mm @evernightpub #newrelease

Happy Thursday, folks. Want to get into some Illicit Activity? Well, you're in luck, because JR Gray is on my blog to tell you about this FREE read!

Blurb

The Christmas season is fast approaching for Jesse Goldmen and George Sirus, and their forced break up weighs heavily on their sanity. Trying to keep a connection alive is almost impossible as they turn to stolen late night dinners and secret meetings, which never seem enough.

Zac Goldmen takes an interest in George’s slave, Elliot. Being told no only makes Zac want Elliot more, so he starts a ridiculous campaign to try and shock and charm Elliot into bed. But his advances are put on hold when Elliot gets outed in the aftermath of the blackmail scandal, causing a big media storm for him and his father the Vice President.

Kennedy seeks solace from Zac, when things just get too much for her, bringing out his hidden caring side. Zac finds himself torn between being a friend and an easy hook up. Determined to see Elliot and bring him some holiday spirit, Zac starts a battle of wits with George. Will George be able to outsmart Zac, and keep him away from Elliot, for

long?

Excerpt

The doorbell rang early in the morning. Elliot had finished his chores and was sitting on the floor next to the fire, working on his homework. There was no one else in the penthouse, and he wasn’t expecting anyone. When he wrenched open the heavy, ornate door he found Zac, Jesse’s brother, staring back at him wearing fireman pants and suspenders to hold them up. His body was smeared with charcoal, and he looked oiled. Elliot was entirely confused.

“The exact face I wanted to see.”

“Can I help you, Sir?” Elliot reverted to his training.

“Yes, I have a hose that needs servicing.” Zac grinned wickedly.

Elliot tried not to let the shock show on his face. “I’m sorry, the King is out. Can I take a message?” He shifted and squirmed, getting flustered at the seeming advance from the beautiful redhead.

“I didn’t want it from him.” The bulge in Zac’s pants was noticeable, and Elliot tried not to stare. “And I knew he was gone.”

“How did you know he was gone?”

“I watched his car through the camera I installed above his parking space ‘til it left.” He flattened out his mouth and raised both brows like it was no big deal.

Elliot stared.

Author Bio

When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it's half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray's existence are commas, and even though it's been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder.

If Gray wasn't writing…well, that's not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.

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Indulge in a little Christmas Fantasy #freeread @SandraBunino #newrelease @evernightpub

Happy Thursday, folks. It's getting very christmassy on my blog lately. If you're here for the Christmas Hop, or the Color of Love Blog Hop, please click on the relevant graphic in the side bar, or scroll down.

If you'd like to indulge in a little free Christmas Fantasy, then do read on. The wonderful Sandra Bunino is here with her brand new Free Read, which released today.

Happy Release Day, Sandra! :-)

Take a break from the holiday frenzy with a short tale of lust, love and the pursuit of the unexpected…

Christmas Fantasy: Dahlia & Tristan by Sandra Bunino

Free Read from Evernight Publishing

~Editor’s Pick~

Take a sexy trip to your next Christmas fantasy…  

A late night train ride kick starts Alexis Winters’ holiday spirit when she finds a seat next to a sexy stranger. Will she get off at the next stop or stay aboard and fulfill the fantasy of a lifetime?

Excerpt:

The hint of pine, musk, and pure man tickled her senses. One of her favorite sights was an obvious, well-toned body wrapped handsomely in a dark suit with a power tie. He had the look of a financial market tycoon, or perhaps a commercial real estate broker, or maybe a movie producer. Whatever he did for a living didn’t matter at that moment. Unabashed, she watched as he unbuttoned his jacket, shrugged it off his shoulders, and draped it over the seat on the other side of the aisle. Alexis took the opportunity to admire the way the shirt hugged his strong shoulders. She had the perfect eye level view of the exact place where the soft fabric of his suit pants molded perfectly around his backside. Yes, he was a fine specimen of man. She couldn’t help a sideways glance to the spot right below his belt when he turned to take his seat.

“Mmmm,” she hummed quietly.

The clacking of the train on the tracks drowned her appreciative groan. Or so she thought. Was that a chuckle she heard from him as he sat down? Alexis pulled the January issue of Cosmopolitan out of her purse and began to thumb through it until she found the article she’d dog-eared after retrieving it from the mailbox a few days before: Sex with a Stranger – How, When and Where.

She reclined her chair the inch or so it allowed and slipped off her pumps. Tristan glanced at the magazine she tilted his way and offered her a smile before loosening his tie and bending down to retrieve his newspaper from the pocket of the seat in front of him. She followed his gaze as it rested on her painted toenails. Satisfied with the apparent invisible hold she was developing, she wiggled her toes and broke his stare. He cleared his throat, unfolded the newspaper, and subtly shifted in his seat. 

Christmas Fantasy: Dahlia & Tristan is available for FREE download:

Evernight Publishing / AllRomance eBooks

Author Bio:

Sandra Bunino is a romance author of several novellas including The Satin Rose Experience series. Her first full-length novel, Colors of Us from the McAvery Brothers series, released in August. She makes her parents proud by putting her MBA degree to good use dreaming up heroes who resemble David Gandy whenever possible. When not staying up past her bedtime torturing her oh-so-sexy heroes, she can be found shopping for shoes or saving turtles.

As a social media junkie in need of a ten-step program, you can also follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and her new addiction, Pinterest. Sandra loves to read and chat with other readers, so she formed the Bunino’s Bookalicious Babes group on Facebook where they currently share their love of Jamie Fraser from Outlander…and David Gandy, of course.

#FREE read and #newrelease by @Stein_Ela #scifi #menage @evernightpub

Please give a warm welcome to my guest today, who is here with not just one, but two releases. Yes you read that right. Debut Author Ela Stein, has a FREE read to share and her very first release.

So, take it away, Ela...


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Hello, everyone! I’m here today to talk about my two new releases with Evernight Publishing, but first of all, a very huge thank you to my blog hostess for having me. These are my first publications, so I am excited and a little scared :) Writing has always been a part of my life, and getting published a dream and a goal, so it’s a cool feeling to have two books for my very first release date.

First, a little bit about my Free Read because… well, it’s free. So you can try out my writing at no risk, and I hope you enjoy it. This is a quick and short read, at a little over 5,000 words. “Pleasure Android 7.1” came about as the result of the eternal “what if” question. With all the advances we’re making in artificial intelligence and robots, it seems almost inevitable that this will be our future. I saw a video about the robots they are creating in China… they look like people, they talk, they make eye contact. It’s exhilarating, the progress we’re making, and a little creepy at the same time. Nico, the hero of “Pleasure Android 7.1” is definitely not the least bit creepy. He was created to be every woman’s fantasy and has the database to deliver (wink, wink).

Blurb:

Zola is dismayed to discover that for her 40th birthday, her friends teamed up to purchase her a hot sex droid. She refuses to let herself get attached to a machine, and tries her best to avoid the temptation. He is programmed to overcome such resistance and knows how to wear down defenses and sell himself like a pro using his perfect charms and impeccable skills. Though she suspects it’s nothing more than a sales pitch, she begins to question whether beneath his perfect manufactured exterior can lie genuine feelings and desires.

Excerpt:

What the fuck.

A seven-foot-tall box occupied the middle of my living room. I stared at the prime male specimen behind the clear front panel. Well over six feet tall, with dusky skin, dark brown wavy hair, broad shoulders, aquiline nose, full lips—basically, he looked like a model, the kind you’d drool over in an ad for high-end products.

With his eyes closed, his long, thick lashes grazed his chiseled cheekbones. He looked as though he slept—an illusion of the most expensive kind.

I sighed, hands on my hips. My best friend, Lexia, had done it. For my fortieth birthday, she got me a sex droid. She’d joked about it, but I never thought she’d actually follow through. It had to be her—she was the only other person who had access to my apartment.

On the box, in large, blocky print, it proclaimed “Domestic Android 7.1” and underneath it, in fancy script, “For Your Pleasure.” Alrighty then. And what if it was my pleasure to get rid of it? I stalked to the box and circled around it. The back and both sides were solid panels of striking red. If it was supposed to be romantic, their marketing department missed the boat. I wasn’t a big fan of Valentine’s Day, and this was even cheesier than a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

Although, I could remember a time when chocolates, roses, and a little stuffed bear made my heart skip a beat. I had grown a bit jaded over the years, which was probably why my friends decided to gang up and torture me with this… thing. It stood there, like the proverbial elephant in the room. There would be no vid watching on my birthday, cuddled up with a bowl of ice cream. No relaxing in the tub with a good romance novel. Now I was too distracted, and I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy myself until I got this thing out.

A plan formulated: get the box outside and message his creator, Atlas Robotics Corporation, to come pick him up. No, not him. It. I studied the box. At five foot five, it had well over a foot on me. I tried to tilt it to the side, planning on then pushing it out the rest of the way. The damn thing was heavy. So heavy, it didn’t even wobble when I gave it my all.

Exhausted, I plopped down on my yellow pleather couch to glare at the box. I refused to build up a sweat today of all days. What a disaster my birthday was turning out to be. There was no getting the box out until Atlas Robotics agreed to stop by. Since they had no incentive to be eager to process a return, it could be days. Maybe even weeks, I thought miserably.

Not fair that here I was, suffering, while he—it!—stood there, all serene and peaceful. I jumped to my feet and approached the box. There was an easier way to do this. Turn him on and order him to take a hike on his own two legs. The more I considered it, the more I liked this plan. Quick, easy, smart.

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Okay, I hope you liked the beginning of my free short story. Now, onto my novella, “Love’s Labyrinth”. I am a huge fan of fantasy, and this novella is very close to my heart. It’s set in the far future, on a colonized planet. Humans weren’t doing too well with surviving on it after a crash landing, but the Gods took mercy and intervened, helping them figure it out. The Goddess of Love left behind her magical Labyrinth, where once a year, those who participate get to meet the ones they’re fated to be with. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) the ratio of men to women is skewed, so it’s not uncommon with a woman to find more than one mate. As everyone knows, the Goddess makes no mistakes.

Blurb:

Auria enters the magical Labyrinth on New Year’s Eve, and its halls guide her to the two men she is fated to be with. Brener has loved her from afar since they were children, and Jhennen is a Warrior-Guard, commanding in personality and intimidating in physical presence. They share a life-changing, passionate night together, but come morning, they must decide if their one-night menage can be the beginning of something new. When trouble threatens to tear Auria away from her life and the two men she is starting to develop feelings for, their connection just might be her only hope for salvation.  

X-Rated Excerpt:

Brener’s tongue flicked masterfully on my clit. He knew what he did to me. I held my breath, feeling my insides begin to gather, ready for that final moment.

But just before it came, Brener stopped and jerked back, leaving me alone. My pussy protested, my clit throbbing almost painfully. My eyes flew to him in protest, in supplication, but then my whole being froze.

Brener was sitting back on his heels, his lips wet from his ministrations, his body stiff with shock. The same shock I myself felt, as I stared up at the stranger that seemed to have appeared from nowhere.

He was gigantic, appearing to loom like a mountain from my prone position. Whereas Brener had an athlete’s body, this stranger had a warrior’s body with a broad back and wider hips and his entire physique encased in bulky muscle. Blond hair, almost white, was pulled back in a long ponytail—I could see its bottom reached to his lower back. My eyes flew to his face, his cold, pale blue eyes. He seemed to regard me with some measure of amusement. A long pale scar saved his face from being almost pretty, as did the rough bump in his aquiline nose. Leaning against the green wall of the Labyrinth with one shoulder, his relaxed stance was at complete odds with the tension that gripped me.

I gasped and used my hands to cover my breasts, while drawing my legs up to cover my splayed pussy.

Seeing this, he chuckled and shook his head. “No need to cover all the loveliness,” he said, and his words held a hint of an accent, the difference in inflection conveying he was not from our village. It sounded like a northern dialect.

“Who are you?” I could think of nothing else to say in that moment. My heart jumped to action, pounding away like crazy with a surge of adrenaline.

“Jhennen,” he replied, as though we were out to tea, having a pleasant chat. As an afterthought, he added, “Jhennen Vayment.”

“What are you doing here?” Brener almost growled, coming to his feet now, bristling. With them standing, it was clear Jhennen was a couple heads taller. All the more sweet that Brener thought to protect me from him, dwarfed as he was by this man, who looked battle-trained and used to combat.

“I suppose the same thing as you are,” Jhennen drawled out almost carelessly. His stance was nonthreatening, but his eyes glinted with definite danger. “The Goddess brought me here, same as you. So stand down, and either watch or participate, your choice.”

Outraged, I sputtered, and would have flown at him to slap that presumptuous smile off his face, but remembering my complete nakedness, I stayed put. “What do you mean, participate?”

“Is it the word or the concept you’re not clear on?” He turned to me now, his tone light.

“You’re not participating in anything here, or with anyone here. Feel free to turn about and go back the way you came,” I shot back, angry now.

“I think not. The Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, and to be honest, I hoped we’d cross paths here.”

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About Me:

Reading was my entertainment and salvation as a child, and it transferred into a passion for writing. I am still very much a reader, and love many different genres, from erotic romance, to fantasy (and dark fantasy… Game of Thrones, anyone?), to historical fiction, and that love is reflected in my own writing as well (I don’t do contemporary very often). If you’d like to learn more about me, or chat about books and life, you can find me all over the web. I’d love to get to know all of you, and even though my blog is new, I post regularly and update on life and my writing progress. Thanks so much for stopping by today and reading. You can find me here:

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Roses for Christmas #freeread #erotica

Happy Christmas all!

I didn't get round to writing a  new Christmas story for you all, so for today's entertainment I'm revisiting last year's story that I posted on The Nuthouse Scribblers as part of their Christmas feature.

Enjoy!

Roses for Christmas 

"My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Lady Christina Pemberton to the Christmas Ball." 
The loud thuds of the butler's staff accompanying the announcement seemed to boom around the elaborate ballroom at a volume that couldn't be natural. The vibrations travelled up through the soles of Chrissy's feet, and she had to remember to shut her mouth. The liveried man was small and round, yet he waved that staff with a force that shook the ground. That tendril of unease and misgiving that had snaked itself round her spine like a clinging vine, ever since she'd ascended the huge curved stair way up to the ball room, seemed to draw the very air out of the room. Or maybe that was just the ridiculous corset that made up her dress for the evening. Chrissy was blessed with more curves than the average woman, and this elaborate and beautiful, burgundy evening gown had been designed for Lady Christina Pemberton, not her penniless friend Chrissy, who had no business wearing this dress or hobnobbing with the rich and famous at a masked Christmas Ball.

"Pick a rose, my lady, for it will lead you to your destiny." The butler's ominous words focused her attention on the little display of black roses on the ornately carved side table. This evening was getting more bizarre by the minute. Chrissy still couldn't understand why she'd been drafted in to attend instead of her friend. Surely, a simple, I'm sorry, I am unable to attend, would have dealt with the matter. Instead they were going through this elaborate subterfuge.

Christina had made it sound as though it was a life and death situation.

"No, you don't understand. I cannot get out of attending this ball. They wouldn't appreciate it. Trust me you'll have fun. In fact it will blow your mind. I had the most awesome time last year, but I can't do it again. George wouldn't approve."

She'd pulled a face at the mention of her fiancé. Picked by her aristocratic parents their wedding was set for the spring. Chrissy knew Christina wasn't happy about the arrangement but she went along with it anyway. Not for the first time, Chrissy was rather glad she only had to answer to her cat. Aristocratic he might be, but as long as she fed, and petted him when he deemed it necessary, then he was quite happy. There were advantages to being a mere pleb, it seemed.

The butler cleared his throat and Chrissy started. He pointed to the roses and she dutifully picked one up. It was heavy and cold and she yelped when one of the thorns pricked her skin.  A bright crimson spot of blood appeared on her finger and dropped onto the marble floor.

"Mind the thorns, fair lady."

The butler's warning came too late, and she glared at his smile. He looked as though he was ready to pounce on her which was a ridiculous notion. But then so were black roses with thorns so deep, you dripped heavy spots of blood all over the floor. Chrissy didn't do blood at the best of times, and Christina would have a fit if she got bloody stains all over her silk dress. With nothing to stem the flow—surely a pin prick shouldn't bleed that much—Chrissy took a deep breath and steeled herself to have to lick the crimson fluid of her digit. Her stomach rolled and the room swayed, but before she could raise her hand, a cool, large, and unmistakably male fist closed around her wrist.

"Allow me." The deep, gravelly voice that hand belonged to came straight out of the weird dreams she'd been having lately, and she was rather grateful for the arm of steel round her waist that pulled her up against a wall of muscle. Before she could voice her thanks though, her mouth went dry, when the masked and impossibly tall stranger sucked her finger into the moist depths of his mouth. He wrapped his tongue around it and suckled. Tingles of awareness spread from her finger up her arm like rolling waves of heat and she bit her lip to stop herself from groaning. Her eyes locked with the stranger's and she lost herself in the deeply hypnotic depth of his crystal blue gaze until the room faded away and she was only aware of him, and the heat rolling through her veins, until it all centred at the apex of her thighs.

Her legs shook and her knees buckled with the force of her release. As unexpected as it was devastating, the orgasm rocked through her body, and left her breathless and clinging onto the man's flexing biceps with her free hand. Her fingernails dug in, her toes curled in her high heeled boots, and moisture flooded her skimpy underwear, at the same rate embarrassment heated her face.

The man released her finger with one last sensual slide of his tongue and kissed the fingertip.

"Delicious, but you're not Christina." He smiled, showing even white teeth, with prominent incisors that retracted as she watched in stunned fascination. He couldn't be, could he? What on earth had Christina got her into?

She should be terrified right now, but with her body still singing from that spectacular orgasm, her limbs felt heavy and uncooperative and all she could do was lean into his masculine and overpowering presence.

"What are you doing here, my little petal?" He turned her slightly so that she faced him and he traced the knuckles of his hand over her cheek, down the column of her throat, until they skimmed over the top of her breasts. Her nipples puckered against the corset and her breasts shook with her heaving breaths that threatened to tumble the heavy globes out of their confines.

"I … I, she couldn't make it tonight, so she sent me instead."

His eyes darkened and like the stormy depths of the ocean they swirled and drew her in closer, until he blinked, and the fog in her head cleared.

She pushed against his chest and he released her immediately.

"I see, well, in that case, allow me to escort you home. You shouldn't be here." He held out his hand and Chrissy noticed with a start, that the wound on her finger had closed. Not even the faintest mark remained.

"How is that even possible? What is this?" She found her backbone from somewhere and the look of approval in the stranger's eyes bathed her in a warm glow. His dirt blond hair hung down to his shoulders, and a days' worth of stubble covered a strong jaw. He frowned at something over her head now, and his gaze turned to frost. A chill swept over her when he addressed someone behind her. Their black auras wrapped themselves around her consciousness and she instinctively stepped closer to the blond stranger, seeking his protection.

"You're not needed. I've got this. The lady is leaving." His baritone rumbled through her and she closed her eyes against the myriad of sensations assaulting her senses. His dry, clean scent with a hint of expensive cologne tickled her nose, and she inhaled against his chest. The soft cloth of his designer suit soothed her heated skin and a sense of safety, and connection surrounded her. Why she should feel safe with this complete stranger, who'd brought her to such a state of arousal that she had climaxed in public, the rational side of her brain just couldn't grasp, but safe she felt. He drew her in closer, against the hardness in his groin that left her in no doubt of his intentions.

Chrissy swallowed a moan, and she wasn't sure if she would kill Christina or thank her, if she made it out of here alive. Ice cold fingers trailed down her exposed back and she shivered and pressed herself closer to her saviour.

"Drakus, take your hands off her." There was no mistaking the controlled menace in his voice, and Chrissy's stomach hollowed out, as her saviour's muscles tensed. An evil and chilling laugh behind her spread ice through her veins.

"After all this time, you are claiming a human? Why this one, Nimphus? Her blood smells sweet, but she is not the one who was invited. That one knows the rules and the forfeit. A price needs to be paid. It is Christmas after all."

Oh, good god, what was Christina involved in?

Blood rushed in her ears, and her skin felt too tight for her frame, but she disentangled herself out Nimphus' comforting presence to face this Dracus.

Dressed entirely in black, with his long raven hair falling about his face, he looked the epitome of the original vampire, right down to his deathly pale complexion, and the coldness seeming to seep out of his very pores. Either side of him stood two ethereally beautiful women. With their willowy figures shrouded in white long, flowing dresses, they made Chrissy all too aware of her plump frame.

"Can we have her, Master, please? We want her. Can she be our Christmas present?"

"I am no one's Christmas present." Chrissy glared at the trio and Drakus smiled, whilst his ladies pouted. "And I'm not some glorified snack bar, so you can put your fangs away. I'm his."

Nimphus' sharp exhale sent a whoosh of warm air down her exposed back and his arms came round her waist. An audible click behind her made her gasp and her heart turned into a jack hammer when he scraped his fangs along the sensitive skin of her neck. Another gush of moist heat coated her feminine folds and the little group of vampires inhaled as one.

"So, claim her. If the rose has spoken, and she is the one, now is the time." Drakus smiled again and folded his long fingered hands in front of his chest. The cruel twist of his thin lips sent a renewed shiver of fear right into her soul. "Of course, if you're wrong, this will be the last Christmas for both of you."

Nimphus tensed. "Forgive me, my petal." The growled words into her neck registered seconds before his fangs pierced her skin, and Chrissy screamed.

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The room was dark. Faint music carried up through the floor boards, and she winced at the soreness in her neck. Where was she? The heavy covers weighed her down, and she couldn't quite get her limbs to move. A comforting presence surrounded her. A naked, hair roughened thigh pressed between her legs and she opened wider to allow the hardness pressing against her core to slide home. Her breath whooshed out of her lungs as the man on top of her thrust deep. Every slide into her sent her arousal higher. She met him halfway, clinging to his shoulders, revelling in the feel of him pressing her into the covers. He bent his blond head and kissed her—a kiss as arousing and familiar as time itself. They climbed together, lost in each other's arms until the chime of the village bell tower announced the stroke of midnight. The world spun and the bed shook as they tumbled over the edge in one tumultuous release of energy that left them both breathless and staring at each other in silent wonder.

The rose left on the bed stand glowed and hovered in the air, before it disintegrated in a shimmer of red ashes. Nimphus too glowed, and pushed away from her, his skin on fire, until he collapsed on the bed next to her, as human as she was.

Stunned they looked at each other, for the man she knew as Nimphus was none other than the man who'd inhabited her dreams for as long as she could remember.

The ashes of the rose swirled and fell with the mere whisper of satisfied laughter, and Nimphus drew her to him for a kiss filled of wonder and love.

"Merry Christmas, my sweet petal."

Bunnies and Batteries #FREEread @AngelinaRain85

I have just the treat for you today from the talented Angelina Rain. I read this little tale the day it released and LOVED it! What's not to like about a sexy little, free read like this one. Yep, Bunnies and Batteries is a free read, and here is Angelina to tell you more about it.

Who doesn't like a freebie? I know I enjoy getting things for free. A few years ago, I even became a book reviewer for the sake of getting free books. That made me think about what other things one could get for free and I thought: "Wouldn't it be great to get free sex toys in exchange for a review?" That is where the idea for Bunnies and Batteries came from. And since it was free things that sparked that idea, I decided to give this book away for free. Go get it now!

BUNNIES AND BATTERIES

What's a girl to do when she has a sexy neighbor on her mind and a brand new vibrator in hand?

Grace Alderson is secretly in love with her neighbor, Clay Sawyer. She knows they don't have a future together, not after what she did to him almost a year ago. There was no way he would forgive her for something as awful as that! Still, it doesn't hurt to fantasize about his kisses and touches as she plays with her vibrator. When a strange sound wakes her from the orgasmic bliss, Grace realizes she's not alone. Clay is in her house… watching her. Can they get over the past and find their happiness together?

Be Warned: sex toys, anal play



Excerpt:

The dog turned to him and Clay saw the begging in his eyes.

Damn it! He turned off the device and put it back down. Jumping over the fence, he intended only to open her kitchen door and let the dog inside. However, the instant he went to do it, a low scream pierced the air.

It was feminine and throaty and almost seductive. Like a whimper, one of possible pleasure or pain.

Maybe she was with …

No, he brushed the idea away. He hadn’t seen any man enter her house. But what if she had fallen and hurt herself?

He opened the door and Cello rushed in, running straight to his water bowl at the corner by the kitchen table.

Another moan pierced the air.

“Grace?”

No response.

He stepped over the threshold and shut the door behind him. Clay hadn't been inside her house since their friendship ended. There were several times when she had invited him over for pizza and a movie when they were just friends. Before he ruined it with his romantic intentions. Her place hadn't changed. He took in the same light kitchen with its white walls, white floors, and pale wood cabinets and table. The appliances were a light ivory and a bit aged. It was the black marble countertops that brought life into the small space.

Stepping into the next room, he came into the dark living space. Flickering shadows of light from the fireplace danced across the walls, and soft music came from the television. Yet, what grabbed his attention was Grace.

She lay naked on the red leather couch, a black blanket under her back. One long, shapely leg thrown over the back while the other was on the hardwood floor. Her head was on a little red and black throw pillow. Long strands of golden hair were scattered around her head like a halo. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, as another soft moan escaped those luscious lips.

One hand tirelessly pinched a hard pink nipple. Her breasts weren’t big. They were a perfect handful, or mouthful.

His breath caught in his throat and his mouth fell open as he watched her. He wanted to touch those breasts with his hands, his lips, his tongue. He wanted to bite onto one of those nipples and pull it lightly until she screamed for more. He wished to hear that soft moan again. And again!

Grace had a pink vibrator inside her core, pulling it in and out. The smell of sex filled the room and his erection rubbed against the fabric of his boxers. The scratch of it pained his penis head and he stuck his hand inside his shorts and stroked himself. The feel warmed him all over, and he wished it were her hand instead. His gaze fixed on Grace as she continued to pull the vibrator in and out.

He knew he should leave. Knew it was wrong to stand there, uninvited. Yet, Clay couldn’t tear his gaze away. He watched, mouth agape, with his hand in his shorts. The strain became too painful and he pulled out his hand.

Grace switched hands, tweaking her other nipple as she continued pulling the vibrator in and out. Her legs started to tremble as she arched her back. Her mouth fell open and a scream escaped her throat. "Oh, Clay," she said around a moan.

His cock jutted inside his shorts. Did he hear right? Did she really just say his name? Her eyes were still closed, so she couldn't possibly know he stood before her. Could it be that she felt some of the same emotions toward him that he felt for her?

A groan escaped his throat at the thought of her returning his love. He bit his bottom lip, regretting the sound he made. He stared at her face as her eyes opened. Her pupils were dilated, and her eyes were a darker blue than usual. Their gazes met. Her face quickly turned from pleasure, to shock, to panic, and she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.


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Christmas Miracle #freeread #erotica #christmasstory

Merry Christmas everyone!

To show my appreciation of all your support over the last year, I thought I would write you a little hot story.

Enjoy!

God, she hated being away from home at Christmas. It was alright for her workaholic boss, but he didn't have family. Neither did she, per se, but tonight was Christmas Eve and she always spent it with her nieces and nephews. Not this year. She was stuck in a posh hotel, miles away from home. Her face hurt from keeping an inane smile on it for most of the evening, almost as much as her feet did in these ridiculously high shoes, she'd forced herself to wear to go with the sleek dress.

The boss had needed her all dressed up like the proverbial Barbie doll, to distract the lecherous chairman of the company he wanted to merge with. Every feminist instinct in her screamed at the injustice of using her law degree in such a demeaning manner, but Mum's nursing care cost, and it fell to Louise to contribute the lion share, as she only had herself to look after.

By the time the 'good ol' boys' had finally cinched the deal, Louise's fingers had itched to wipe the smug grin of the overweight man whose pudgy fingers had been making a slow and painful path up her leg. In a last ditch attempt to get away, she had accidentally spilled her champagne down her front and had made her excuses.

She pushed her keycard through the lock of her hotel room door, and breathed a sigh of relief when it swung open. She didn't bother to click on the light, too focused on slinging her shoes off, and peeling herself out of her now sodden dress.

"Would you like some help with that, beautiful?" The deeply seductive voice raised gooseflesh on her bare arms. She froze with her dress snagged over her boobs and her head half covered with the hem of her dress, giving the owner of that voice a perfect view of her stockings, suspenders, and lacy, black thong. She on the other hand could not see a thing, though whoever that voice belonged to must have turned on the light, because the room brightened through the gauze of her self-induced blindfold.

She turned into the general direction of that deep baritone.

"Who are you, and what the fuck are you doing in my hotel room. I'll scream!" The words came out breathy and muffled, and she tucked harder at the offending fabric.

His amused chuckle sent shivers down her exposed spine, and when she finally managed to get the sodden fabric over her head, and she saw who was waiting for her on the bed, those shivers turned into tingles of awareness.

Dressed in nothing but red underpants and a jaunty Santa hat, Nathan smiled at her, and she lost herself in his crystal blue gaze. His normally clean shaven face was covered in the most delicious stubble, and as for the rest of that body. Holy Shit. She knew he was well built. Even the non-descript coffee shop uniform he normally wore couldn't disguise those broad shoulders and perfectly formed biceps, but who knew her favorite Morning pick-me-up on the way to work, hid such a clit clenching body underneath that drab work uniform.

Her nipples peaked and her pussy clenched in need, as arousal dampened her thong, and she bit her lip.

"It's you? But what are you doing here, and how did you get in?"

Maybe she had fallen asleep. Yes that had to be it. She had lusted after Nathan for weeks, so naturally her subconscious would conjure him up. It had been way too long since she had a little fun of the horizontal kind. Too bad Sexy Nathan wasn't real, but she could make sure she had one hell of a dream, anyway.

His next words confirmed her suspicions.

"I'm your Christmas present, Louise." He stretched his hand out toward her, and inhibitions forgotten she stepped toward temptation. His long, warm fingers closed around hers and he gave her hand a sharp tug. She tumbled on top of him with a shriek, and the breath left her lungs, when he flipped her over, until she was pinned underneath him. She moaned and wiggled herself closer. Pressed into the covers by his weight on top of her, she reveled in her helplessness and his eyes darkened, as the unmistakable evidence of his need for her, prodded against her belly.

He groaned low in his throat and bent his head to nip her lip in warning. Excitement pooled low in her core, and he smiled, whilst taking her arms and pinning them high above her head.

"Hold onto that headboard and do not let go. Do you hear me, Louise?" There was an edge of command in his voice she had never heard before, and her breath hitched in response. He smiled, when she curled her fingers round the rail and then brushed a kiss across her lips. A mere whisper of a touch, but it sent her need for him sky-high.

"Hmm, I can taste the champagne you've had. But we need strawberries to go with that, don't we."

He lifted himself off her for a second and reached across to the nightstand. She too looked across and her eyes widened at the bowl of fresh strawberries left there. He picked one of the ripe fruits up and ran it along her jawbone, over her cheek, down her nose and over her lips that parted automatically for him.

"That's my girl."

The approval in his voice warmed her already heated skin to inferno proportions and she moaned low in her throat when he licked the lush fruit and bit into it.  Again he traced the contours of her mouth, and this time she tasted him with the sweet fragrance of ripe strawberry when she too bit into the fruit. Again and again he repeated the process until the sticky juices of the fruit ran down her chin, over her throat and into the valley of her breasts.

His eyes darkened further as his gaze followed the crimson rivulets, and her hands tightened on the rail. She shook with the effort it took to not reach out and touch him. When he bent his head to suckle her bottom lip, her hips bucked off the bed in response. The ache between her thighs became unbearable as he deepened the kiss, and their tongues danced together in an ever more passionate rhythm. He ground the thick, hard length of his erection into the juncture of her thighs and she spread her legs wide, desperate for him to thrust into her. She could feel his smile in the butterfly kisses, he trailed down her throat. He licked a path of heated awareness along her sensitive skin, sending tingles of arousal down toward her clit, with every lick of his hot tongue along her skin. The slow torturous descent was driving her insane with need, and when he finally blew against her hard nipples, she begged him to hurry up.

He chuckled into the valley of her breasts, and pulled the cups of her bra down. Her breasts ached and tightened in need, and she squirmed when he rubbed his stubble across the oh so sensitive peaks of her nipples. He bit each one lightly and the tiny pinpricks of pain zoomed straight to her clit.

"Please … please, Nathan. I need you to fuck me now."        

Louise didn't recognize the needy porn star imitation of her voice pleading for him to take her, to fuck her, to fill her with his cock. She was never that vocal about her needs, but then she couldn't recall the last time a man had got her so worked up, that she was hovering on the edge of her release already.

He released her nipple with a pop, and shook his head.

"Oh no, you're not ready yet."

"Yes, yes, I am, please … I need … ooooh—" The ability to talk at all left her completely when he licked a path along the quivering skin of her tummy, shouldered her legs open wider and ripped her sodden thong off her in one fluid move.

"Look at me, sweet Louise."   

She followed the whispered words immediately and he gave her the most sinful smile, before he licked his lips like a connoisseur.

"You are so wet and swollen for me already. You have no idea how often I fantasized about doing this. You're not going to rush me, now that I finally have you where I want you."

She frowned at the words. They seemed awfully odd for a dream, but before she could say anything, his warm tongue pushed her pussy lips apart and Louise gave herself up to sensation. He lapped at her slit like a man dying of thirst, and the deep appreciative growls send almost painful vibrations to her swollen clit. He licked around it in ever increasing circles, easing off every time she came too close. Sweat trickled into her eyes and her hair stuck to her skin, as her body climbed the rungs of bliss, only to be denied that elusive release time and time again.

When he pushed several fingers into her tight channel, her hungry pussy clenched around the digits and Nathan swore into her folds.

He withdrew completely and Louise was on the verge of tears.

"No, please, I need you to…"

"Shh, my sweet, I know. I know. You have done so well." His kiss was soothing and arousing in equal measures and when he pulled back again and smiled at her, she blinked the tears away.

There was a rip of foil and her whole body tightened in need, as he positioned himself between her thighs. He pushed into her slowly, carefully, awakening a thousand little nerve endings in the process, as her body struggled to accept his thick, hard length. He watched her carefully until finally he was seated to the hilt and she was so full, she felt utterly complete, possessed, loved.

He kissed her nose and ran his hands slowly up her arms until he reached her fingers still tightly clenched around the rail of the headboard.

"Let go now, baby."    

He pulled out and thrust deep at the same time, and Louise saw stars, as her body tightened around him. He clasped her hands in his, and thrust again, pounding her into the soft covers, marking every inch of her as his. Together they climbed, faster, harder, until the ripples started deep within her core.

Nathan swore and increased his rhythm, pushing her over the edge, and as her internal walls closed around him, he too tensed and growled his own release into her neck. Caught in the myriad of sensations assaulting her, Louise bucked against him, hopelessly filled and surrounded by him, as he pushed her body into one earth shattering orgasm after the other.

She screamed her release, until her voice was hoarse and when the room finally stopped spinning, he rolled off her slowly and drew her into his side.

"Merry Christmas, Louise."

She smiled and curled into him, her last conscious thought, before she drifted off to sleep, that she must go away more often, if she had dreams like that.

Nathan smiled down at the woman in his arms and sent a silent prayer of thanks up to the powers that be. He had a lot of explaining to do in the morning, but now he had her, he was never going to let her go.

She was his very own Christmas Miracle.

(Copyright 2012 Doris O'Connor)

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Have a fantastic time this festive season, however you celebrate it.

D xx