Friday, 21 September 2012

Bred in the Dark II

My, it's a long time since I've blogged!  

Bred in the Dark is still locked into KDP Select, but the sequel's up everywhere that I publish and it still makes sense if you haven't read the first one. I've got a coupon code for Smashwords - $0.99 until Sunday, just enter GD69K when you get to the checkout.
Now Georgia's tasted the ecstasy of being dominated by a subterranean creature, she wants more. He takes her deeper underground to an orchard of glowing fruit where she gets very sticky and he just has to lick her clean. As things heat up, he takes his chance to breed her again. Can she put her life in the sunlight behind her and find happiness with her new master?

Contains a dominant cave-monster, some fruity cunnilingus and rough breeding beneath the ground.

This short story is roughly 3,500 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.

He let go of me and took my hand again, rushing me off into the heart of the greenery. The plants grew almost to the top of my head and we were lost in the thicket almost immediately. He zig-zagged a path to a clutch of huge dark fruit and plucked one, handing it to me.

I looked it over in the low light. It was like a big, round aubergine. I dug my thumbnail into it and found that the skin was thin. A wonderful, sweet aroma rose from the puncture I’d made along with a trickle of juice. My mouth began to water. He laughed, then bit into his own fruit, filling the air with more of the same honeyed scent.

My mouth watered and I followed his lead, sinking my teeth into the fruit that he’d given me. It was impossibly juicy – there was no elegant way to eat the thing. The pale flesh inside was fragrant and moreish. After just two bites, the lower half of my face was covered in sticky nectar and more juice was dribbling down my neck. He ‘stared’ at me as I ate, his own food forgotten as his pure white eyes swept from side to side.

Then he advanced on me, throwing his half-eaten fruit to the ground and taking hold of my wrists. He pulled me to the floor, flattening stems and leaves in his haste to get me on my back. Without another word, he began to lick the juice from my face, cleaning the syrupy fruit from my skin.

“Time to take what’s mine.” He moved his mouth over my throat, licking at me and sliding his hand out along my arm. He found the fruit still clutched in my hand and took it from me. I stiffened under his body, gasping for air.

“How much do you want me?”

He brought the remains of my food up to my chest and smeared it all over me.

“Answer me,” he grunted.

Friday, 29 June 2012

The Princess and the G (Spot)

That's the title of one of the winning entries in the Lovehoney short story competition. And I wrote it. Now I just have to work out if I want to spend my prize vouchers on sex toys, lingerie or erotic fiction.

If you want to find out who wins the hand of the fair princess, you'll have to sign up for Lovehoney's mailing list and they'll send you more information on July 12th. For the impatient people among you, I've written a story about another princess whose reluctance to get married lands her in the dungeon with a hunky alpha male who has to change her mind.

Thursday, 10 May 2012

Vampires and Werewolves and Fairies, Oh My!

I've been having a lot of fun in paranormal Neneh land. I started off a couple of months ago with wolfmen ravishing women (and each other) in the woods.
Recently, things have got a bit darker with a vampire whisking a willing victim away to his basement dungeon for some bondage, choking, feeding and oral sex with fangs:

I've got to write one more to make it a trilogy where the vampire and his lover get their happy ending.
Next up, fairies:
This one's got a girl being held down by fairies until the fairy king arrives and persuades her to give him her virginity. It's going into Amazon KDP Select, so that's the only place it'll be available for the first ninety days and Amazon Prime members will be able to borrow it for free. I'll add a link when it goes live. This is live, click the picture to buy it on Amazon.

There's also a freebie coming for everyone - with or without kindles, so I'll put up some links when it's available.

Monday, 6 February 2012

Romancing The Valentine Giveaway Hop.

Love is in the air in the run up to Valentines Day. The Reading Romances blog is kindly hosting a giveaway hop from the 6th to the 13th of February, where you'll have the chance to get some great free books. Check out the link for a list of participating authors.
I'm including two of my titles in the giveaway: superhero erotic romance Sexplosions and Valentines Day themed erotic anthology What Cupid Saw (which contains more explicit language).
To win an ebook, just leave a comment telling us about your most romantic Valentines Day and stating which book you'd like to receive. I'll choose my ten favourites and post a list of winners on February 14th.

Saturday, 4 February 2012

Indie Author Tag-Party!

Check out new indie authors at Romancing the Blog and show us some love by tagging our books on Amazon, liking our Facebook pages and generally being really friendly. There's something for everyone and you might just find your new favourite author. Please tag my superhero erotic romance novella Sexplosions on Amazon.
In appreciation for your efforts, here's a coupon to get $2.00 off Sexplosions at Smashwords AD27C Just enter the code when you check out and you'll only have to pay $2.99.

Saturday, 21 January 2012

Ebooks and Short Story Free Read

My New Year's resolution was to get my writing ready for publication by the beginning of April and the new tax year. I've done it! Valentine's Day was the prod I needed to get everything formatted. Here's one of my covers:

You can download books and samples at my Smashwords page and my Amazon page

In the meantime, here's another short story I've got up on

Paper Trail

As I lie here on the bed, waiting for you, I hear the sound of the key in the door and know that you must have found the first of my notes. I’ve been busy in the past hour, getting everything ready for us to start the weekend off right.
After a long day at the office, I want you to relax, so that is exactly what the post-it note on the inner door says. Take a deep breath and blow out the working day.
 I can picture your face as you read it. The tiredness giving way to amusement as you wonder what I have in store for you. Maybe a naughty twinkle in your eye if you think of other treats I’ve arranged for you in the past.
I hear you close the doors behind you. You’ll hang your coat in the hall and step out of your shoes the way you do every weeknight. It’s sweet that you’re such a creature of habit. And then you’ll find my next instruction. The second little yellow square that I’ve left out for you.
Take off your tie and shirt.
 In my head, I see you so clearly, baring your chest as you walk down the hall. There’s enough of a chill to bring your nipples up into little hard nubs that sit in the sea of your chest hair. You were smooth and waxed when I met you. Then I mentioned that I like the feel of hair against my skin, and you never waxed again.
I hear your tread on the stairs and a shiver of expectation trills across my skin. You must have seen note number three by now.
Off with those pants, and the shorts too.
I know every inch of your body, every mole and fold of skin. I know parts of you that you’ll never see. My mind’s eye recreates you coming to find me, the muscles in your strong legs flexing as you climb the stairs, free of your suit. Free of the week and ready to spend time with me. I imagine you as I saw you last – tanned from our break in the sun, with a paler swathe of flesh that only I get to see.
Excitement builds in me as I hear you get closer. The next post-it is at the top of the stairs. A smile stretches across my face as I think of what it says.
Don’t forget the socks.
I know you too well. You won’t have been able to resist the joke of leaving them on.
The landing floorboard creaks and I know you’re just outside, reading the note on our bedroom door. A tingle starts up between my legs as I think of what I’ve written.
Are you hard yet? You can’t come in until you’re hard.
You chuckle then. I love the sound of your laughter. I’m so happy to be with you. It’s good to know I make you happy too.
The door opens and you linger in the doorway. You’re certainly eligible to come in. I’ll never get tired of seeing you like that. Knowing that you still want to fuck me.
When you see me on the bed, you laugh again. I’m only slightly less naked than you are. As I recline on the bed, resting on my elbows with one leg raised, my final post-it note does a poor job of covering my pussy.
“What does that one say?” you ask me.
“Why don’t you come and read it?”
You come closer, your erection bobbing as you walk toward me. Then you kneel at the end of the bed. We don’t touch, but I can almost feel the weight of your gaze on me. The heat of your body warms my ankles when you rest your arms on either side of them.
“Enter here?”
I nod and you climb up the bed to peel the piece of yellow paper off me. The glue tugs at my pubic hair, heightening the tension in my body. You look up at me, your eyes heavy with desire. I am so ready for you to take me.
My pussy is hot with anticipation, wet with the need for you to touch me. You place your hands on my legs, smoothing your way upwards until you reach the top of my thighs. Then you use your fingertips to trace patterns on the sensitive skin along my bikini line.
 I clench up, sure that you’re about to go lower. Instead, you take your hands away and lean down to kiss my clit.
That first intimate act raises goosebumps on my skin. You give me a teasing lick that makes me draw in a sharp breath. Then you move up my body as I fall back and lie flat on the bed, gasping beneath you. Your lips linger at my navel and you write trails up and down my sides with your fingers.
I reach for you and caress your shoulders, your neck, urging you up to my face. You’re making  my nerve endings dance, but I feel selfish. I want you where I can reach your cock and return some of the pleasure you’re giving me.
You reach my chest and plant a wet kiss between my breasts. As I take hold of your dick, you cover my nipples – one with your mouth, one with your hand. The strength of my grip startles you and you pinch my hardened nipple between your finger and thumb. There’s no need for us to be too gentle with each other. I twist my hand around you and you my nipple pops out of your mouth as you let out a groan.
Good. I want you to sing for me tonight and show me how good it feels when we make love. I pull on your dick, guiding you up my body. Your lips find mine, kissing me hungrily while you continue to knead at my breasts.
You let go with one hand and reach between my legs. I’m so wet, your thumb slides easily across my clit. As you rub and flick at the most tender part of me, you bombard me with a maddening variety of kisses. Sloppy ones that make me think you’ve lost control. Tender ones that echo the first kiss we ever shared. Ghostly ones that whisper against my neck.
All the while, I work at your cock with my hand. But I need some lubrication. Stretching down past your busy fingers, I run my hand over the opening of my pussy. When I take you in hand again, I’m slick with my own juice. I slide my curled fingers along your length, moving my hand up and down until your kisses peter out and your eyes roll closed. You loom over me for a moment and our eyes lock. I’ve never felt so sexy, so wanted. You take my breath away. I let go of you and stroke your face with the back of my hand.
“I love you,” you tell me.
I open my mouth to tell you how I feel, but in that moment, you bury your cock in my pussy and my breath catches in my throat. “I love you,” I say, the words coming out in a gasp as you make another thrust and I clutch at your waist. You fill me up, but I want more. I raise my hips to meet your strokes, bumping gently against you every time you slide into me.
I close my eyes again to focus on the feelings building inside me. We find our rhythm and you slam into me, pushing me closer to the edge each time. As we move together I dig my fingers into the skin of your waist, drawing you in deeper so I can feel every last bit of you.
“Open your eyes. I want to see your eyes.”
I do as you ask and look into your eyes. I see a depth of feeling there that makes my heart stutter. You thrust into me and I come like that, looking into you, feeling totally connected to you. I cry out, but I resist the impulse to lower my lids. I want to stay with you and see you ride the crest of your own orgasm.
As you carry on driving into me I hold your gaze, watching your eyes cloud with passion. You’re almost there. You look at me, look into me and see how much it means for me to be with you like this. Then you reach your peak and hold yourself still above me, your face flushed and your lips so full.
You brush the hair from my forehead, run a finger along my cheek and I lean into your hand. Then you kiss me. Long and sweet. A kiss full of promises that lets me know we’ll make love like this for many years to come. You lie beside me then and I turn to snuggle into you, breathing in your smell of musk and fresh sweat.
You wrap your arms around me and we lie together in the peaceful aftermath. My heart slows and I feel your cock grow soft against my thigh. You feel hot. Your skin is damp from the exertion and you throw the covers off you. I kiss your collarbone and you kiss the top of my head.
This quiet time is as special to me as the wild sex. Just to be here beside you and feel your skin against mine is heavenly. Your fingers are restless, skimming a line from my hip to my chest and back again. We drowse and you settle into stroking the hair at my temple. I play with your chest hair, smoothing it against the grain and twirling my finger in it until you twitch.
“Are you okay?” You kiss my head again.
“I’m better than okay.” I tilt my head to kiss your lips. As we part, the doorbell rings and you sit up.
“Come on, let’s get up.” You jump out of bed and hurry into a robe.
“Are you expecting somebody?” I pull the sheet up to cover myself.
A grin spreads across your face. “You’re not the only one who made plans for tonight.” I don’t know what to think. I’m in no fit state for guests. Not after what you just did to me.
“Actually, you can stay right there.” You disappear out of the room and I hear you head downstairs. The doorbell rings again before you open the door. There are voices, some good-natured laughter and the front door closes.
After a while, I hear you coming up the stairs. Then the door opens and you come inside carrying plates, cutlery and a bulging plastic bag.
“Now that we’ve worked up an appetite, we can have the food I ordered.” You bring out a feast of chow mein, fried rice, kung po chicken and beef in mixed bean sauce.
And I thought I couldn’t love you any more.

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Tastes better than pizza

Picture by Mateusz Atroszko
A free short story for you. Enjoy.

I’d never seen him with his hair down before. He had to wear a hairnet and a paper hat when he was on the clock. Then one day, I saw him on a smoking break in the alley beside the pizza parlour, leaning against the wall with his uniform hat in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He finished his smoke, threw his cigarette butt on the floor and swept his dark blonde hair into a ponytail.
The sight of him rooted me to the spot, unable to think. Inside my coat pockets, my hands wandered towards my crotch. When I realised what my subconscious had in mind, I folded my arms and felt myself flush bright red.
Shit, he’d seen me. Or had he? I looked around, hoping he was talking to someone else, my heart pounding in my chest.
‘No, you. Hawaiian with extra cheese, right?’ He was talking to me. I felt my cheeks go hot. ‘You coming in?’ He came closer to the street and I shook my head. I’d seen him now. I didn’t need to go inside.
Understanding brightened his eyes and he smiled at me. ‘Do you want a smoke?’ He stepped back a little, holding out his battered pack of cigarettes. I nodded and stepped into the alley, trying not to think about what I might be treading in.
The cigarette felt alien between my lips. Smoking was for bad girls and femme fatales. Not for me. He clicked his lighter and brought the flame to my cigarette. I breathed in deeply, the dirty taste taking me back to a teenage night years before. The night I’d taken one chance, then decided to be a good girl.
I blew out the smoke and watched him light up.
‘You come in a lot, don’t you?’
I smiled at him, not knowing what to say. It was pretty obvious why I bought all that pizza.
He smiled back and took my free hand. ‘Your hand’s cold.’
Before I could respond, he put my finger in his mouth and sucked, the heat of his mouth sending shivers right through me. I dropped my own cigarette and became a character in my own movie, stepping around him to put my hand on the bulge in his trousers. He was hard already.
I looked him in the eye and squeezed his erection, feeling my way up the shaft through his clothes. His eyes fluttered closed and he sucked harder, gripping the base of my finger with his teeth so that it almost hurt. I pulled my hand away and got down on my knees, fumbling to get his zip undone. I had to be quick, do it while I still felt faint from all the adrenaline rushing through my veins. If I stopped to think about it, I wouldn’t be able to do anything.
I undid his trousers and freed his cock. He held onto my shoulders and I kissed the eye of his beautiful dick.  As I looked up, he opened his eyes and gave me a look of pure need. ‘Hurry,’ he begged me.
I took him in my mouth. As much as I could manage without gagging. The salt of his pre-cum made my mouth water and I sucked at him. His hands tightened on my shoulders as I guzzled at him. I wanted to eat him up. I wanted to give him the best blow job he’d ever had. When he was ninety, I wanted him to think back and remember me with a smile.
Under my jeans, my panties were soaked. I hoped he’d see to me afterwards, but something in the back of my mind called that wishful thinking. I didn’t care.  The chance to suck him off was more than I’d ever imagined I’d get. I was going to savour every minute of it.
I eased him out of my mouth until the tip of his cock was at my lips, then I started to lap at him. I flicked my tongue all over the bulb of his penis and he leaned back against the wall, making little noises of pleasure. He thrust his hips at me and I opened wide to take him into my mouth again. Holding him steady by his hips, I drew him in and out of my mouth, pressing my tongue to the underside of his cock.
It didn’t take long after that. A few strokes and he shuddered, spurting into my mouth. I swallowed it down and licked him clean, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I got up and he fastened his trousers.
I stood there for a moment, wondering if he wanted me to leave. Then he took me by the wrist, pulled me in close and gave me a long, thorough kiss. He must have been able to taste his cum in my mouth, but he didn’t seem to care.
The kiss ended and he looked at his watch. This was when he would blow me off and go back to work. I steeled myself not to care.
‘I’ve got to go back in now.’
‘Okay.’ I turned to leave, but he came up behind me and put his hand between my legs. The heat in my pussy leapt back up to full strength. ‘Come back when we close and I’ll return the favour,’ he whispered in my ear.