Six Sentence Sunday

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This is from my upcoming release – Their Weapons Maker, Heroes of Olympus book 3! (Coming Soon to Evernight Publishing!!)

“You do realize I was busy, right?” Ares’s growl echoed in the room made of white marble and gold. “I was kicking ass in a game. What’s so fucking important?”

“Your descendant.” Apollo stood before the well and looked into it.

 

A FLOGGING FANTASY The Spanking Experiments 3 by Ravenna Tate

A FLOGGING FANTASY
The Spanking Experiments 3
 

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Despite her strict upbringing and meddling family, Glynis Coleman has entertained fantasies of being flogged all her adult life. But until she decided to answer an ad on a BDSM site, seeking participants for a survey on impact play, she had given up hope of fulfilling those fantasies in real life. And guilt over them led her to teach history in a Catholic high school, thus decreasing her chances of meeting anyone interested in indulging her secret desires.

Asa Baker, the Dom at Sensations who introduces her to impact play during one erotic night at the club, is everything she’s ever dreamed of. Handsome, charming, and he loves to use a flogger. Asa has been searching for the woman of his dreams, and it doesn’t take him long to realize he’s found that woman in Glynis. Now all he has to do is convince her of the same thing.

EXCERPT

I’m shivering although the room is not cold, and once again I’m seized with a desperate urge to cover up. His jaw goes slack, and his gaze roams over my naked body. Either he’s a fabulous actor, or that unbridled lust is real. It can’t be, can it? This beautiful man, who would have to do no more than crook his finger at a woman to have her, is gaping at me?

“Damn. I had no idea you would be this sexy in person.” He crosses the space between us in two strides. “You agreed to sexual touching if it came to that, correct?” The question is almost desperate, and I have to force back a moan.

“Yes.”

“I use condoms. And I have no diseases.”

“I have none either.” I’ve barely had sex. Should I tell him that? This surreal moment is more than I’m able to handle. My pulse is racing.

He’s still staring at me, glancing up and down my body. Now, he walks around me, and this is more than I’m equipped to deal with. My legs are trembling. They won’t stop, no matter how much I will them to.

“You are stunning, Glynis. Absolutely beautiful.”

I stay silent because the simple truth is that I don’t believe him. But despite that, when he pushes up against my backside and wraps his arms around me, I cry out softly at the intense arousal coursing through me.

“I’m going to flog you with each of these floggers you chose. Your lovely, round ass will be pink, then red and puffy. By morning, it will be bruised and purple. You will have trouble walking.”

Those words wash over me, sending chills up and down my spine until I’m arching my back so my ass rubs against the bulge in his leather pants. I imagine him holding me down and fucking me senseless, after he flogs me until I can hardly breathe. My pussy contracts in tiny spasms, and my clit throbs.

“What do you think about that?” His voice is deep and sultry in my ear, and his breath hot against my skin.

“I think it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Good girl.” That silky phrase sends more shivers down my spine, as if hearing it confirms everything I’ve ever wanted in life. I want to hear those words again, over and over.

“And, if you’re a very good girl…” He cups my breasts, and I moan loudly as fireworks explode inside my head. “I might fuck you, too.”

“Please,” I whisper, unable to stop the word before it leaves my mouth.

His soft chuckle plays over my senses, rendering me helpless in his arms. This is what I’ve waited for, right here and now. It finally has a name, a tangible image, and a scent. I’ve been searching so long I didn’t believe I’d find it, but I was wrong. It exists. It’s real. He is real.

“Let’s see how the flogging goes first.” When he steps away, the sense of loss is overwhelming. The room is suddenly cooler. This time, I do wrap my arms around my body but only because I miss the warmth of his touch. My own arms are a poor substitute.

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Fatal Truths, book 2 of Heroes of Olympus released a couple of weeks ago and I want to give back to my fabulous readers. ❤

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Fatal Truths, Heroes of Olympus, 2

Heroes of Olympus, 2

Kasper St John was rock solid in her life. She grew up in a loving home, and her wonderful adoptive parents raised her to be a strong woman. She also knew any truth from the touch of another person’s skin. 

Kasper’s world turned upside down after the deaths of her parents, even more so when she learned a man who worked for her father’s company was the reason for their deaths. 

James Ashton and Victor Dudayev served with each other for a number of years, and their training as Scions on Mount Olympus took their friendship to a higher level. They had always been close but something clicked when they were on Olympus and they knew one day they would share a woman, a woman that would be their forever. 

When they meet Kasper they know she’s that woman. They’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she’s safe from those that want her dead, if she doesn’t beat them to it. With help from the other Heroes of Olympus, and perhaps a little nudge of help from the Gods, they might just get their happily ever after.

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), BDSM, anal sex, double penetration, spanking, sex toys

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Excerpt: 

Ares made his way toward his men, the Scions and protectors of the Descendants. These men were all specially trained military men before he’d gotten his hands on them. Now, after having trained in the halls of Olympus, they were the Heroes of Olympus. Deadly, powerful men whose very DNA had been changed by spending time in the Heavens.

Ares needed to explain their next case, a case that they were already aware of, since they had just attended the funeral of the woman’s adoptive parents’ weeks earlier. Ares took a deep breath before he addressed the men. “I need to talk to you about the funeral you all attended more than two weeks ago.”

Camilla spoke. “You mean the one where the daughter was smiling when she was getting into her limo? From what I hear from the boys, that man was a hero, and his wife was as close to a freaking saint as possible, so why was the daughter smiling? Did she kill them? Are you sending the guys to take her in?”

Ares could see that they all believed Camilla. Not good. That wasn’t at all what he had been thinking they would ask. He never would have thought that anyone would believe that Kasper St. John was a bad person or a person who would want her parents dead. Then again, no one really knew her the way that Artemis and Ares did.

“No,” he said with a sigh. “I’m sending you in to protect her. There have been several attempts on her life. She’s Apollo’s descendant. Kasper is actually a very good person, but I know you, Cam, and I know that you’ll have to see that for yourself.”

Camilla snorted. “Of course. He’s a womanizer and an ass, so of course she would be his.”

Ares laughed. “That’s my girl,” he said with a wink. “But he’s not like the myths state. One day, you’ll meet him and understand. Oh, and just so you know, Artemis will be around more often. She has been the one watching over Kasper, and she’s rather attached to her, so don’t be surprised if she drops in from time to time.”

“Great.” Camilla rolled her eyes. “I love you, Uncle A, but seriously?” She grumbled. “Okay. Fine. Whatever. So are you going to give us all the details on this girl?” Clearly, Camilla didn’t like Kasper, but she would soon learn what a gentle soul the girl was.

He looked to the men. “Do any of you have questions?” He wondered which of these men were Kasper’s—he knew it wasn’t either Mikhail or Gareth, which reminded him he needed to speak to Mikhail alone. Mikhail needed to know he was going in to save his half-sister.

“We’re going to need to have full specifications on her house, office, those around her, both relations and otherwise,” Gareth said. “Every single detail about her life from the moment she was born.” Gareth frowned at Ares and then his gaze cut to Mikhail, back to Ares, and narrowed more. The man didn’t ask the question on his mind, though.

“Every part of her life will be on your desks in the war room. Blueprints to her home, as well as all security codes, are in there as well.” Ares looked to Mikhail. “She isn’t what you’re all thinking. She’s not the smiling heiress who’s happy her parents are gone. You’ll be surprised at what she was actually smiling at.” Ares paused before saying, “Kasper smiled because she saw the love Camilla has for Mikhail and Gareth and was in awe of that love. It gave her hope for humanity.” He saw the looks of surprise on the faces of everyone present and nodded. “Exactly. Now, what other questions do you have?”

“Until we go through the intel, none,” Gareth spoke again. “Guys, let’s get working on what Ares has given us. We need to be ahead of the curve on this one, and quickly.” He moved toward Mikhail and lifted a brow. Mik gave a small nod without taking his eyes off Ares.

When the others were gone, Mikhail addressed Ares. “What the fuck didn’t you say in front of the others?”

“We should go for drinks. Where would you like to go?” Ares asked, watching the tick in Mikhail’s jaw. “We at least need to have a seat, because what I have to say is going to knock you on your ass. Trust me on that.”

“There’s a pub three klicks from here. It’ll do,” Mik said with a definite growl to his voice. Ares knew the man hated being put off. Saw evasiveness to be a weakness. Ares was waiting because he didn’t think Mik would want anyone to overhear their conversation. At least not before the man could process it himself.

“Then hold onto your shit.” Ares lay a hand on the man’s shoulder. Soon, they appeared in the pub without anyone being the wiser. Taking a seat at a table in the rear of the bar, Ares said, “Order a drink, and when the waitress is gone, I will tell you.” Ares leaned back, raising his hand to get the waitress’ attention. “Trust me, you will want it. Hell, I want one, too.”

Mikhail ordered a double Scotch neat—top shelf, of course. He looked at Ares as if daring him to deny Mik the pricy beverage. One hand rested on the table. Other than his eyes, Mik sat perfectly still. The man reminded Ares of a predator waiting to attack.

SPANKED INTO SUBMISSION by Ravenna Tate

SPANKED INTO SUBMISSION
The Spanking Experiments 2
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Macie Brooks has entertained fantasies of being spanked all her adult life. But until she decided to answer an ad on a BDSM site, seeking participants for a survey on impact play, she had given up hope of fulfilling those fantasies in real life. Intimate relationships haven’t worked out for Macie. She’s been told she’s a freak because of her secret needs. And, because of her poor body image, she doesn’t believe herself desirable.

Dakar Garcia, the Dom at Sensations who introduces her to impact play during one erotic night at the club, is everything she’s ever dreamed of. Handsome, charming, and in control. Dakar has been searching for the woman of his dreams, but without much luck. Is it possible he’s found the perfect submissive, and the perfect lover, in Macie?

EXCERPT

“Do you know what this is?”

“A spanking glove, Sir?”

“Yes. It’ll protect my hand from getting sore, but will still give your luscious round ass a nice burn.” After he moves the toys on his left to his right, he spreads his legs apart slightly and pats his left thigh. “Drape your lower torso over my thigh, facing me at an angle.”

I don’t quite picture what he means until I lie over his thigh and he moves me further to the left a bit, so that I’m almost lying next to him. His right leg pins both of mine across the backs, and he drapes his left forearm across my middle back. I’m trapped against his hard, muscled body. My pussy is soaked now, and tiny contractions flutter the walls once again. Underneath my lower abdomen, his muscled thigh presses against me.

“Are you comfortable?” That voice! It washes over me, deep and sexy, until I would do anything to hear it.

“Very, Sir.” Speaking is difficult.

“This will hurt, Macie.”

The first swats are delivered on one side, then the other, in rapid-fire succession. I yell and try to get away, but he has me held too tightly. Now I understand why he put on the glove. By the third swat on each cheek, tears stream down my face and I expect to smell the smoke from the fire on my ass.

At the same time, it’s so damn arousing that I’m having a tiny orgasm. I never would have believed such a thing was possible, except that each swat pushes my clit into his thigh. When he reaches six on each side, my yells have turned to moans, and the contractions inside my pussy are still going.

The combination of pain and pleasure is like a drug. I want more. If this happens from a simple spanking, what will those floggers and paddles do to me? My mind fills with erotic images as he delivers the last three smacks on each side. I picture him fucking me, his cock in every hole, and my ass raw from those toys he chose.

When it’s over, I simply lie there, letting my imagination run wild. Maybe if I don’t move, he’ll keep going?

“What have we here?” His voice breaks through my fog, and I gasp as fingertips brush my labia. “You are soaking wet, Macie.” He says it like he’s surprised. Good lord. Has the man ever looked into a mirror?

“Yes, Sir, I sure am.”

A soft chuckle accompanies him slipping a finger into my wetness. I moan loudly as he massages that perfect spot inside. “Very nice.” He removes his finger and slides two inside. While he moves them in and out, he rubs my clit with his thumb, and I turn to jelly.

Now I’m moaning and writhing against his touch as an intense orgasm begins to build. Not shy any longer about the silly skirt, I’m glad it’s open in the back. If this is the reward for letting him spank me until I cry, bring on that chainmail flogger and leather paddle!

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Break Me by Elyzabeth M Valey

The monster lay dormant, until it saw her…
Every few years, the beast within Grisha Vasiliev
rouses, clamoring for blood. When he sees Ayla Clark dancing, her movements
exuding grace, passion and joy, he knows he must have her.
Grisha kidnaps Ayla expecting the usual: resistance,
tears, pleas for mercy. But when Ayla breaks the mold, his whole world spirals
out of control and feelings he thought he could never have again resurface.
He thought
she was perfect, but she’s the broken doll on the shelf.
The last thing Ayla Clark remembers is celebrating her
performance as Giselle and flirting with the handsome Grisha Vasiliev, the
owner of one of the most prestigious ballet companies in the country. Now,
she’s tied up and at his mercy, begging for more of his attention, while
fighting to keep her own secrets buried in the dark.
Be Warned: BDSM, knife play, whipping
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Excerpt:
Ayla turned on
her heel and raced out the door. Her bare feet slapped against the cool floor
almost painfully. The glass shard cut into her hand but she didn’t dare release
it yet. Lights blinked on as she ran down the hall and up a set of stairs.
Tripping, she dropped her primitive weapon.
“Fuck.”
She didn’t stop
to pick it up but continued until the top. She clutched her stomach. It couldn’t
be. A thick metal door loomed before her. She lunged at it, screaming and
crying, shouting for help, but it didn’t budge.
“Please,” she
whimpered.
 “You’re going to hurt yourself. The door is
pure steel, locked with a key and an electronic panel.”
She spun to
face Grisha. He stood a few steps behind her, arms crossed over his chest, eyes
gleaming with predatory intent. Her shoulders slumped. A lump formed in her
throat.
“No. Please,
Grisha. Let me go.”
 “I can’t do that.”
“Why? You’re
rich, powerful. You can have anything you want. Why?” she insisted. “I swear I
won’t say anything. This never happened.”
“That isn’t the
way this works, sweetheart.”
“Please,
Grisha.”
Her knees gave
out and she slid to the floor. Her head spun. None of this made any sense.
Grisha towered over her. Tears gathered behind her lids. She inched forward,
hugging his left leg.
“I beg you.” 
Grisha lay his
hand on her head. She looked up at him. The power of his gaze undid the well of
emotions within her. She would never get out of here. Sobs racked her body. She
clung to him, beseeching him.
“I’m sorry,
sweetheart.”
He settled on
the floor next to her and pulled her onto his lap. Ayla’s arms wrapped around
his neck naturally. He caressed her back in soothing circles. She burrowed her
face into the collar of his shirt, his fresh, woodsy essence entering her
system. Familiar. Welcoming. Slowly, her tears ebbed replaced by confusion. Why
did he comfort her?
“What are you
going to do to me?” she whispered.
He caught her
chin. His gaze danced over her face for an instant. His brow furrowed. The blue
in his eyes darkened to midnight depths. Then his lips were on her, pressing,
claiming, sparking her body alive. Her brain shut down. His tongue met hers and
she opened up, eager to taste more. He demanded and she willingly gave.
Ayla was his to
do as he pleased. His hands touched her everywhere, leaving behind a trail of
burning need. Liquid gathered at the apex between her thighs. Her clit
throbbed.
Grisha cupped
her swollen breast, squeezing the turgid nub between his fingers. She moaned.
He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth, hungrily sucking. She
arched, whimpering. His heavy hand slid across her thigh to her pussy.
Relentless fingers probed her entrance.
“You’re soaked.”
He groaned.
She turned her
head, embarrassed. Grisha thrust a digit into her. Ayla sucked in air.
“You like this.
You want this,” he said, his voice husky and gritty.
“Yes,” she
whispered.
“You enjoy
this,” he whispered, pushing another finger into her, slowly pumping them. She
mewled.
“My sweet
little dancer wants my cock in her cunt, doesn’t she?”
She shook her
head.
“No? That’s not
what this tells me.” He curled his finger across her G-spot and began to
massage it. She shook from head to toe.
“Please.”
“What is it,
sweetheart? Want more?”
Three fingers
rubbed her. The pressure increased. Ayla threw back her head. Her hips swayed
involuntarily. His strokes turned quick and short. Sweat trickled down her
back.
“Grisha,” she
panted.
“You’re going
to come for me, Ayla, and you’re going to do it now.”
About Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling,
sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after.  From paranormal to
contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters’
darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all
that comes between them and their love. 

When she’s not writing, she can be found walking in
the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some
tapas with her friends.  

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Viktor by Sarah Marsh

 

Viktor

Happy Evil After: Book One

By Sarah Marsh

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Art: Jay Aheer

When the heroes have reputations like these, who needs a villain?

Blurb:

Have you ever read a fairy tale and wondered why the goody two-shoe Princes and Princesses were always the ones who got their happy endings?

Pandora is a Fairy Godmother who’s never fit in with her own people. Only she has the power…and the attitude, to step in and help those who others have decided aren’t worthy of a happy ending. How hard could it be to manipulate some of the most feared beings in their world?

Viktor has spent his entire un-dead life being the bogey man to the paranormal community and that’s the way he wants to keep it….with everyone else far away from him. When the opportunity arises to take his revenge on his nemesis, he can’t resist—even if it means risking his reputation and rescuing the damsel in distress.

Halle never expected to find herself in need of a savior, especially one with a reputation like Viktor’s. But she’s used to listening to her instincts and her cat trusts the strange woman who pops up and claims to have some solutions.

If a girl can’t trust her own Fairy Godmother, then what is this world coming to?

 

 

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Excerpt:

“I mean you no harm, lady. You can go. I’m only here for what’s in the car,” he said slowly walking towards her. She was a cute little thing, all soft curves with golden skin and hair.

“Ummm, yeah, about that … I’m what’s in the car, Mr. Krescech. You have to take me with you out of here,” she said almost nervously, those big green eyes pleading with him.

Clearly, she was also insane. What was with the women he was running into this week? Viktor had had more than his fair share of groupies throwing themselves at him in the bars, wanting to take a walk on the wild side for a few hours, but this wholesome little beauty certainly didn’t look like the type, so he had no idea exactly what she was asking him for.

“I don’t think so,” he said, moving past her towards the open back door to search the car.

“Seriously, there’s nothing else in the car. They were taking me from my family and my pard to be married to Conrad. I have to go with you to get away from him,” she continued, putting her tiny little hands on her very curvy hips in a way that distracted him far more than it should have.

Interesting, so this little number was a leopard shifter? Viktor hadn’t really had any interaction with the pard in this country, but by reputation, they were a good lot. Why on Earth would she agree to marry Conrad?

“I don’t rescue damsels in distress. I eat them,” he said with a flash of fang. “So run along, little kitten.”

The tiny spitfire threw her hands dramatically up in the air and sighed loudly.

“You just saved me from a life of baby-making slavery. Aren’t you supposed to whisk me away to your super-secret villain lair and ravish me? Sheesh, where’s your follow-through?”

Viktor just stood there and stared at her for a moment. He didn’t know whether to laugh at her ridiculous statement or take her up on her offer and bend her over right here on the trunk of Conrad’s car. He was extremely turned on by the fact that she didn’t seem the least bit afraid of him. He’d always tried to pretend that his reputation in the paranormal community pleased him, that it helped him by keeping the rabble away. But deep down it bothered him that everyone always thought the worst of him. His honor was just yet another thing that Melisandre and Conrad had stolen from him when they took his mortality.

“Don’t you know who I am, woman?” he finally said as she just stood there looking at him expectantly.

“Yes, I know who you are. Who else is capable of keeping me out of Conrad’s douchy hands?” she said sounding a little impatient.

“Don’t you have a family you can go to?” he asked, still wondering why he was even standing here talking to her.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Once she’d said the word “slavery” he knew he couldn’t leave her to Conrad’s tender mercies. Viktor knew more about slavery than he ever wanted to, and no being should ever be held against their will. That and he had seen firsthand what Conrad enjoyed doing to women. It still sickened him to think back to the horrors he’d had to witness as Melisandre’s pet.

“If I go back to my family they’d just have to hand me right back over to him again. My pard owes him a blood debt, and I am the payment. I need this to look like Conrad’s men lost me in the confrontation with you. This needs to be his fault, as otherwise, it will start a war between my family and his coven,” she said, stepping ever closer.

She stood so close now that Viktor could smell the strawberry and coconut scent of her shampoo. Good Gods, she smells good enough to eat.

“Why would you think that I should care whether or not this starts a war for your people? I will not be fighting in it,” he answered, trying to sound like he didn’t care one way or another.

“Because I think that you hate Conrad just as much, if not more than I do, and there’s nothing he wants more than to possess me,” she answered quietly, her huge green eyes staring right into his grey ones.

She was right of course. There was no one on this Earth that he hated as much as he hated Conrad. That’s what he told himself anyway when he ultimately decided he would take the girl with him—whether it was the whole truth about his motivations or not.

“First, tell me how your pard was thoughtless enough to enter into a blood debt with a killer like Conrad?”

“It’s not like we had any choice. My father was jumped one night by a bunch of rogues, and Conrad just happened to be there to offer his assistance … for a price.”

The venom in her voice clearly stated that she suspected they’d been set up. The rogues were most likely paid to attack by Conrad himself. It was a trick the coward had used over and over again.

“Fine,” he said with a sigh. “You can come with me, but just until we find somewhere to stash you that Conrad cannot reach you.”

“Thank you!” she said with a squeal just before she reached up and hugged him before he could stop her. “I’m Halle, by the way.”

Clearly, his reputation was never going to recover from this if anyone saw him being hugged in the alley, but with her luscious frame leaning against his, smelling so sweet, he had a difficult time finding a reason to care.

 

Author Bio:

Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives, she has only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.

Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.

When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

 

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No one knows sacrifice better than former Army Sergeant Gavin Bennett. He’s witnessed firsthand the emotional, physical and mental toll of being caught in the crossfire. Being a bouncer-slash-bodyguard may not be Gavin’s dream job, but he’s willing to do just about anything to help out family. When Gavin reports for his first day of work, he quickly discovers a woman who threatens to crack his legendary cool.

Shree Walker is on the run from a dark past she tried to shut away. Battered and broken, a happily ever after doesn’t exist for her. Ready to start fresh with a new life in a new city, she is happy dancing at the Vixen Club. She’d be even happier without the presence of the prickly new bouncer who won’t let anyone or anything get past his carefully guarded defenses. He’s a distraction she doesn’t need. And a temptation she can’t resist.

When Shree is kidnapped by the criminal mastermind hell-bent on taking the club at any cost, Gavin has to make a decision. Hold tight and continue to keep Shree at arm’s length. Or break down his walls and take a chance on something more powerful than them both: Love.

Betrayal and Deception [Slade, Inc. Book 3] by: Mackenzie Williams

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Betrayal and Deception [Slade, Inc. Book 3]

by: Mackenzie Williams

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Blurb:

Morgan White is thrilled that her relationship with her boss, Connor Slade, is getting stronger outside of the office. However, she is still waiting to hear those three magic words: “I love you”. Connor just can’t bring himself to say them. At least, not yet.

Their lives get complicated when Connor is involved in an accident. While he’s recovering, Morgan takes on the responsibility to entertain Connor’s college buddy, Max, who is in town for a few days.

Connor soon learns that something happened between Max and Morgan. They each blame the other person, and Connor is torn between believing his old friend or his new girl. Why would either of them lie to him? Are they both betraying him? How will he learn the truth?

Adult Excerpt:

Connor’s hand trembled against Morgan’s back as he felt his climax building closer and closer.  He loved watching her head bobbing up and down in his lap.  Why was it such an attractive scene against his steering wheel?

He groaned in a low tone as she slurped him toward the back of her mouth.  If he didn’t stop this soon, he was going to shoot his cum straight down her throat.  Connor’s breathing was ragged as he moved his hand to her shoulder.

“Morgan … Ms. White.”  He liked addressing her in a proper manner.  It somehow made everything seem dirtier.  What did that say about him?  He didn’t care.

She hummed beautifully around his cock in a “what?” kind of way.  Morgan didn’t pull her mouth off him right away.  She licked his dick a few more times, causing him to shiver.  He gripped her shoulder a bit harsher and she finally brought her face off him.

Morgan gave him an innocent smile which had his cock twitching.  “Yes?”

Connor flexed his hands.  He was overly anxious to get inside her, but he felt as if he needed to slow down or else it would be too rough.  In this cold, sterile environment, he needed to be a bit softer.  When he took her home later, on his soft bed, he would take her as rough as he wanted to.

He leaned in swiftly and kissed her.  Her lips and surrounding face were wet from his blowjob.  Connor kissed her hard and fast.  Morgan whimpered into him as he reached up to her tits.  He massaged one as he worked his lips over hers.

When he finally leaned back from her, he didn’t speak.  Connor reached for his car door and opened it forcefully.  It almost got away from him as he hastily climbed out.  Morgan gasped in the car.  Didn’t think I was serious, huh?

He shifted his slacks, hiding his stiff dick as he walked around the back of his Lexus.  When he reached her door, Morgan was staring up at him with her pretty mouth popped open.  A smirk lifted his lips.  Mine.  You believe that now, Morgan?

He opened her door and she didn’t move.  “I wasn’t kidding, Morgan.”

She stuttered his name and Connor tensed his arms.  He wanted her badly.  He took a deep breath before reaching in and grabbing her hand.  She only resisted for a second before climbing out of the car.

“Connor … I mean, Mr. Slade … I…”

He pulled her close to his body as he flung her car door shut.  Connor gripped her by the hips and pressed her back against the car.  He moved one hand up to hold the back of her neck as he kissed her again.  This kiss was slower but more passionate as he slipped his tongue into her warm mouth.

His thumb stroked her cheek as the kiss slowed.  That “love” word seemed closer to the surface than normal.  Connor pulled back from her and Morgan’s mesmerizing brown eyes fluttered open.  She sighed and Connor felt his chest tighten.  He just didn’t know if it tightened in a good or bad way.

“Come on.”  He stepped back, grabbing her hand.

She stutter-stepped after him.  “Wait.  Here?”

“Yes.  I already told you that.  Stop questioning it.”

She squeezed his hand harder as they rounded the front of the car.  The headlights momentarily lit up their legs.  His car door was still open and Connor came to a stop just in front of it.  He turned Morgan around to face the hood and quickly grabbed her ass.

She yelped.  “Connor!  Aren’t there security cameras down here?”

He slowly lifted her skirt.  “Yes.  Why do you think we are behind this door?  I know where they can and can’t see.”  He raised an eyebrow playfully.

Shivers (Wyrd Book 1) By Fanny Bae

SHIVERS (WYRD BOOK 1) BY FANNY BAE

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blurb

It’s summer 1995 and 20-year-old Xavier is waiting for something—anything—to
happen. The only son in a line of matriarchal witches who’ve been lying low in
the swampy suburban South for decades, he is bisexual, angry, and a mess of
untaught magic and hormonal energy.
When Xavier is finally able to learn a different kind of witchcraft from the one that
his sisters and aunt never bothered to teach him, his nascent skills draw the
attention of FBI Agent Malcolm Henries, a man as lonely, maligned, and
underestimated as Xavier himself. The two men test the boundaries of pride,
power, and passion, uncovering a secret that could force Xavier to choose
between the family he’s always longed for and the love he never knew he
deserved.
PUBLICATION INFORMATION:
Evernight Publishing, release date 2.7.17
237 pages
CONTACT INFO:
fannybaefiction@gmail.com

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http://www.evernightpublishing.com/shivers-by-fanny-bae/
https://www.amazon.com/Shivers-Wyrd-Book-Fanny-Baeebook/
dp/B01MUUY1UI/r

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about-the-author
After two decades of journalism and creative nonfiction, Fanny Bae finally turned
her attention to the stories that had long lived in her head. She now lives in
California and writes smart, smutty fiction; sometimes there are witches in it. Her
dirty work has been published twice (so far) in the pages of Bust magazine.

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excerpt
I pull in near the park where the local police say the incident occurred. The
exact location of the energy spike is still being calculated, but the general area is
the same. The sun is starting to set somewhere just out of my range of vision,
with that peculiar yellow tinge I’ve seen in the southern dusk before. The
contents of the lot hardly deserve the name “playground”: one rusty set of
monkey bars that sag like they’re tired; a slide; a swing set with two rain-filled
swings; and a series of large, concrete cylinders, once done up in primary colors
but now faded to squalid pastels, some open to the ground like barrels, others on
their sides to form connecting tunnels. I crouch outside the entrance to the
cylinders to examine the landscape of childhood festering with the scabs of
teenage excess: empty matchbooks, lipstick-smeared cigarette butts, dirty dimes,
balled-up gum foil, torn condom packets, empty rolling paper packages, and a
gold-colored ring from a gumball machine, set with a red plastic “stone.”
I feel something land on my shoulder. A butterfly … a Monarch.
Then another, and another.
It’s too late in the day for Monarchs.
But the dusk has gone auburn, and I get the discombobulating sensation
of being dropped into a sepia-toned photograph. A whoosh of air makes me look
up, and from a hole in the lowest cloud cover, directly overhead, a mass of
fluttering orange and black descends in swirling ribbons, funneling toward me in
the form of a small tornado.
“This is far too poetic a way to die.” I speak the words from Barbarella
aloud as a butterfly collides softly with my throat.
“You’re not going to die, Agent Henries.” The voice rumbles from
nowhere—faraway thunder somehow very, very close—just as the butterflies fall
upon me, all soft wings and damp antennae and fluttering speed. I can’t see a
thing save the chaos of black and orange oscillating flame enveloping me. I
crouch down, head for duck-and-cover, but the butterflies have moved up my
legs, between my legs.
The insects are working together.
Their antennae mock tongues on my calves. They rake through my hair,
wings tickling the back of my neck. A section of the wingstorm moves against my
chest, pressing against me with a power I wouldn’t have thought possible, and I
drop onto the ground. I can even feel them in my mouth, and…
it is …
not …
bad.
I fall onto my back, twisting into an arch. I hear a long, low noise. It is
coming from me.
And then it all stops.
I am lying in the sand of a dirty playground in the twilight, surrounded by
bits of trash.
No butterflies anywhere.
Shirt untucked, top two buttons gone. Glasses crooked. Pants stained at
the crotch.
And an echo of satisfied laughter hanging in the air like a bell.