Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Excerpt from Her Royal Comeuppance by Sabrina York

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Furious at the betrayal of her once-loyal woodsman, Queen Cressida intends to make him pay. But Nicholas turns the tables, determined to thaw Her Royal Majesty with the heat of a passion she cannot resist.

Genre/theme: Fantasy, Fairytale

Copyright © AUTHOR, 2016


There was no place for him in her life now.

She swallowed the lump in her throat at the thought, at the regrets screaming through her. They were as pointless as her frail, withering hope.

Her hands were red with cold. Surely that was the only reason she turned away from him and stormed over to the hearth. Trembling, only a tad, she held her palms closer to the licking warmth. He followed, stood behind her. Far too close. Heat rolled off him in waves, bathing her back.

“Cressida.” Oh, how did he do that? His voice, a low rumble, resonated through her, sending an echoing twinge through her barren womb. “Your clothes are damp. You should take them off.”

She spun around with a squawk of indignation.

Oh dear. Perhaps she shouldn’t have done that. He was so close, the tips of her breasts scraped over his bare chest. Her nipples pinged with delight at the contact.

Drawing in a sharp breath, she stepped back.

Again he followed.

And then, before her mind could process his intention, he put his large hands to her waist and lifted her, spinning her around to settle her in the chair by the fire. He knelt before her and flipped the hem of her velvet dress up onto her knees. Shock, outrage and an illicit brand of anticipation warred within her, making her utterly incapable of speech or movement.

Slowly, he slipped her shoes from her feet. And her stockings. Then he cupped each foot in his warm grasp. Rubbing. Stroking. Stoking some long-dead fire in her belly.

“Stop that,” she hissed, attempting to yank away. He did not allow it.

But then, truth be told, she didn’t want to yank away. Dear Lord, it was exquisite, the firm caress of his knowing fingers on her tender flesh.

What a pity it was wholly inappropriate. She should make him stop.

“Your feet are like ice.”

“It’s cold outside,” she muttered. “I just marched through a blizzard.”

“Hmm.” He bent his head. His hot breath trickled over her toes. She squirmed, tried desperately to hold in a moan. “I noticed that.” He glanced up and their gazes met. “You came to chastise me, to punish me for my defiance.”

“Yes.” All right. Perhaps she hadn’t needed to snap. But now he was trickling his fingertips over her instep and at the seam of her toes. It was delicious, but far too much to bear.

“I also noticed you came alone.”

“And?” She succeeded in wrenching her foot from his grasp.

He found the other.

“I thought it…interesting that you didn’t bring your Royal Guard.”

“I— I…” She hadn’t bothered to rouse them. She’d been too infuriated.

“As though you wanted to be alone with me.” His expression tightened. Gone was the subservient minion. All of a sudden, he was once again the dark and dangerous boy who once had held her down and kissed her. Teased her. Mercilessly. His fingers rose higher, massaged her calves. Then, when she didn’t protest—couldn’t, in fact—they rose higher.

Slowly, he drew her knees apart.

“Do you remember the games we played, Cressida?”

Oh. Oh. She remembered. She’d never forgotten. Never stopped aching.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Excerpt from Pleasure Quest by Tina Donahue

Part of the NAUGHTY FLAMES boxed-set, available for pre-order now, downloads on December 1st

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She’s into virtue. He’s not. On a pleasure asteroid, he’ll show her what paradise really is.

Genre/theme: Sci-fi, romantic comedy

Copyright © Tina Donahue, 2016


2116 AD

Desexo 69, pleasure asteroid at end of Milky Way

Hunter Sloane teleported into Buzz, the last stripper-gin joint before the unchartered universe. The establishment’s owner had contacted the Federation about trouble here, wanting it stopped pronto, the perp in question caught and disposed of…preferably in deep space.

No one demanded action and retaliation like business owners pissed they’d lose profit.

To Hunter, everything appeared normal. Thunderous music in here and solar flares outside, rattled the building and shook Martian dust from his leather jeans and combat boots. Purple, orange, and red laser lights pumped in time with the raucous tune. Quadruple X-rated movies played on the walls.

Maybe he had the wrong place. He activated the databank on his wrist. This location proved accurate.

The capacity crowd partied hard.

Humans, aliens, cyborgs, androids, and beings Hunter couldn’t identify performed stripteases on the many stages or boogied their hearts out on the dance floors below. Those who were still dressed sported garish hair, makeup, and clothing, the peacock colors meant to entice sexual partners. No problem there. Contorting bodies filled all available space.

Musk, sweat, perfume, booze, and pleasure drugs thickened the air.

“Hey, doll.” A female alien covered in brown-and-gold body hair sidled up and cupped his balls. “What’s your pleasure?”

He shouted as she had. “Careful.” He eased her talons from his nuts. “I’m looking for trouble.”

Her wide smile bared her elongated canines. “You’ve come to the right place.” She fondled her breasts and licked her black lips. “There’s a free table over there. It’s got our names on it.”

“Sorry. I’m here on official business.” He brushed past. Yellow and green spotlights swept patrons. He craned his neck.

Something white flashed within the gaudy colors.

His quarry. Security cameras had captured her the moment she’d stepped into this place. The facial recognition databank provided her name and other particulars.

He shouldered through the throng, sidestepped those screwing in ménages or groups, and stopped at a booth near the back.

The young woman didn’t notice him. Bent at the waist, she shouted at the human couple humping on the table. “Please, just listen to me for a minute.”

They kissed and fucked.

She gestured frantically. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

On a loud bellow, the guy climaxed. The woman shrieked happily.

No one had to tell them how to have fun.

Hunter stepped closer and yelled above the noise. “Melody Prudence Patience Carlyle.”

She flinched and whirled around.

He forgot what he’d intended to say.

Bluer eyes than hers didn’t exist in this universe. She’d pulled her flaxen hair into a prim braid that dangled over her lush breasts and swayed above her narrow waist. She wore no makeup. Didn’t need any. Inner heat tinted her cheeks and lips a deep rose that enhanced her sweet features. Musk suffused her clean fresh scent.

Warmth rolled through him. His cock thickened, balls tightened, both ready for action.

Unfortunately, her startling white body suit bore two large letters in red that killed his carnal high. Her kind had no business being in this joint, her presence a class AAAA felony and why the owner had alerted the authorities.

She lifted her face. “Yes?”

Her expectant, guileless look stole every word Hunter knew. Given the heathens in here, she was beyond different. “Ah, Melody Prudence Patience Carlyle?” Unnecessary to ask again since she couldn’t be anyone else, but it was all he could come up with.

She frowned. “No.”

He didn’t understand. The description on the alert fit her perfectly, including her cute white boots. “Then who are you?”

“Modesty. Not Melody. Who are you? Wait.” She took in his height, black leather jacket, jeans, and the jagged scar on his left cheek. Hope lit her lovely features. “You’re the bouncer, right?” She pointed at the couple who’d resumed their carnal play. “They won’t listen to me. Get them to stop. Please. After you’re through with them, you can keep the others in line.”

The Milky Way’s combined armed forces couldn’t corral this randy group. “Sorry, darlin’, I’m Hunter Sloane, an enforcer, not a bouncer. I’m here to arrest you.”

She blinked rapidly. “What?”

“You’re from the Purity Patrol.” He gestured to the embroidered PP above her boob. Her nipples had tightened. Nice. “Your group isn’t allowed to proselytize here or anywhere in the galaxy for that matter. You’re messing with everyone’s good time.”

Prolonged moans and excited shrieks rang out. Music roared. Deafening bass pounded. Its frenzied beat matched his hammering heart.

Her pale eyebrows shot up. “Ruined their good time? Since when?” Her gesture took in the room. “No one’s listened to me.”

Good thing. If she’d converted them to her group’s chaste ways that would have added decades to her sentence, each figured separately per person and alien. Cyborgs and androids didn’t count. “I’m referring to the laws you’re breaking by being here and disrupting pleasure. To even think it is a crime.”

“Since when?”

“More than fifty years ago. Surely you’ve heard.” Ignorance of the law was no excuse, but might make the tribunal go easier on her.

“No, I haven’t heard anything.” She fingered her braid. “I’ve been in cryogenic hibernation aboard the ark. It crashed here two days ago.” Tears welled in her eyes. “I’m the only survivor.”

He knew that already from her profile.

She shrugged off her sorrow. “Before I left my fallen friends, I promised to do my duty and keep their quest alive.” She squared her shoulders and squeezed her fists. “You can’t stop me.”

He outweighed her by at least ninety pounds. At six-four, he towered over her. She had a lush rack and outstanding hips, but they were no match for his rock-hard muscles. Hell, he’d wrestled aliens on the farthermost planets, including Makemake, Eris, and beyond. Next to the dudes he’d rumbled with there, she was a gnat. Harmless and adorable. “Put your hands out, wrists together.”


He pulled Taser cuffs from his pocket. The rings glowed red. If she breathed too hard, they’d zap her into quick docility. Hunter’s dates requested he use the restraints during their BDSM games. Good times.

Modesty skittered back.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Excerpt from Fist Me by Berengaria Brown

Part of the NAUGHTY FLAMES boxed-set, available for pre-order now, downloads on December 1st

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Maeve nearly fell off her barstool when sexy Taryn asked her to fist her. But is it the right thing to do?

Lesbian romance, opposites attract, friends to lovers, sexual experimentation, FF romance

Copyright © Berengaria Brown, 2016


Taryn had never been so aroused in her whole life before. She didn't consider herself to be a cold person, but sex had never been the earth-shaking experience she'd read about in books. In fact, half the time the only way she even came, was after Ben was asleep and she jerked herself off.

Of course she knew some women never came from a cock, but still, she often felt cheated. If he'd just done more to please her, instead of concentrating on getting his own rocks off... Oh well he was gone now and she'd worry about what his parents and friends would say to her about that later. And it would cause a storm of comments and recriminations, she knew that.

I'm so glad I asked Maeve to fist me. I know it's the right thing to do, and the foreplay has almost had me climaxing already. I don't care if the fisting hurts, I want to do it. I want the intensity, the unbearable passion, and I know Maeve will be the perfect teacher.

Taryn slid up on the bed with Maeve, wishing Maeve would touch her again. God, Maeve did that so well: very softly and gently, but with just enough pressure to arouse her. And playing with her feet! Who knew feet were an erogenous zone? In fact, every inch of skin Maeve touched instantly became an erogenous zone. And now they were getting to the fisting. I can't wait!

Maeve took a jar of scented lube out of the nightstand. When Maeve opened the lid, Taryn breathed in the scent: vanilla, the same as the little tea candles. Taryn watched excitedly, only just aware that the quiet background music was adding to her arousal. Oh yeah. Using all the senses. I must remember that.

Soon. Soon Maeve would put her entire hand inside Taryn, and she would finally know what fisting was all about.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Excerpt from The Wyndvyper's Promise by Charlotte Boyett-Compo

The final posthumous work of Charlotte Boyett-Compo, part of the NAUGHTY FLAMES boxed-set, available for pre-order now, downloads on December 1st

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Audriana Lansing has fled her overbearing family and made a life for herself, until she gets trapped between bounty hunters searching for her and an old flame who doesn’t believe in forgive and forget.


Shapeshifter; Paranormal
Copyright © Charlotte Boyett-Compo, 2016


He lay on his side with his head propped in his hand. His sisters and their friend were playing some kind of card game and squealing when certain cards were laid on the blanket upon which they sat. Every now and then they would glance over at him and giggle. Their friend would blush then they would begin whispering again. They amused him—up to a point—but the incessant squealing was beginning to give him a headache. Dismissing them, he turned to his back with his hands crossed under his head and stared up at the trembling branches of the josia tree spread out above him.

He hadn’t wanted to accompany his two sisters and their friend to the park, but his mother had insisted. His buddies were no doubt guzzling beer and chasing girls down at the quarry while he was doing babysitting duty. It was high summer, he was seventeen with his hormones raging, and he was restless. Not even the lovely face and form of his sisters’ friend helped alleviate the boredom.

Closing his eyes, he tried to block out the inane chatter and the annoying squeals but when all that suddenly stopped in mid-peep, he popped open an eye and turned his head toward their blanket. They all stared across the greensward at something that had captured their undivided attention. Craning his neck, he looked that way, too, and as soon as he saw the two tall warriors in crimson uniforms, he shot up.

“Naomi, Dayna!” he snapped at his sisters. “Stop gawking at them!”

“I know her,” his sisters’ friend said and hopped to her feet. She waved her arm over her head. “Audriana! Over here!”

“Hush!” he hissed and scrambled to his feet. “Don’t draw attention to yourself, girl!”

“But I know her,” the girl whose name he couldn’t recall protested. “She’s a friend.”

“She’s a Fayad,” he countered. “You are…”

“Sava?” he heard a soft voice call out. “Is that you?”

“Aye!” the girl standing with him said and before he could stop her, she started running toward the two warriors who came to an abrupt stop with their hands on the scimitars strapped to their hips. Sava also stopped where she was with an anxious look on her face.

“It’s all right,” a young woman dressed in the finery of the royal house told the warriors. “She’s a friend.”

“But the others are zafyr, princess,” one of the guards stated. “He is a Kasda.”

Being called unclean by the guards rankled but he knew better than to open his mouth to protest the insult. The warriors were glaring at him as he stood beside his sisters. Hatred and disgust had turned their black eyes as hard as obsidian. He did not miss the flexing of their fingers on the grips of their weapons. From the way they were looking at him, it was evident they hoped he would start something. The contempt blasting from their cold glowers said they considered him no threat and that he was lower in their sight than offal they might find under the soles of their boots.

“Nonsense,” the princess said with a flick of her wrist. “If they are friends of Sava, they will be friends of mine.” She started between the warriors but they blocked her path.

“Not until the male leaves,” the warrior told her.

“Sava, who is the male?” the princess inquired, turning her gaze to him.

“He is Asher Weil,” Sava replied. “Brother of my friends Naomi and Dayna.”

He could not take his eyes from the princess. She was the most beautiful female he had ever seen. Her long black hair was braided and hung over her shoulder like silken cord. In the dark gold gown of her station, her body was lush and flowed in gentle curves that beckoned his hands to follow. Looking at her, he lost his heart as easily as he would lose his head should he dare say one word to her.

“Is the brother of your friends in the Levitik military?” the princess inquired. She was observing him just as steadily as he was watching her.

“No, he isn’t,” Sava said and he wondered how she knew he wasn’t. One quick glance at his sister Naomi gave him the answer. There was probably nothing about him their friend didn’t know.

Which rankled on one hand and amused him on the other.

“Then he may stay where he is, Jamael,” the princess instructed the warrior.

Who was none too pleased by her words. His lips skinned back from his teeth but he bowed in acknowledgment of her command. For a moment he thought the warrior would continue to block the princess from joining Sava but the tall man stepped aside.

“Sit your rump down, boy, and stay where you are,” the warrior commanded him. Once more his fingers caressed the grip of his sword.

He had no choice but to lower himself to the ground. He sat with his knees drawn up into the circle of his arms, careful not to let his face show the fury that was piercing his heart.

The princess stepped forward to kiss Sava on both cheeks then hooked her arm through hers. “Come. Introduce me to your friends. What is it you were doing?”

“Reading the cards!” Sava said with enthusiasm. “Telling our futures.”

“Oh, what fun,” the princess said.

He watched the elegant beauty greet his sisters then sink gracefully to the blanket. As he stared in open-mouthed wonder, his sister Dayna scooped up the cards, shuffled them then laid the deck on the blanket for the princess to cut.

“What would you like to know, Your Highness?” Dayna asked as the princess cut the deck.

“The man who will be my husband, of course,” the princess replied and the four young women giggled.

“Don’t we all?” Naomi asked.