Sunday, March 22, 2015

Katie In Love: An Erotic Guest post by Chloe Thurlow

Chloe Thurlow is sharing an excerpt from her latest release, Katie In Love today! 

Blurb
Katie Boyd has nothing in common with Tom Bridge, the volunteer doctor she meets at a party – except in bed she finds a passion to match her own. Tom is intense, puzzling, a man who cares about others and compels Katie to question her own life drifting through the hip clubs and London party scene. 
When Tom returns to his post in a Sri Lanka orphanage, Katie isn’t sure if their passion was lit by its brevity, or if love, unexpected and not entirely wanted, has edged its way into her life. Should she go back to being who she always was? Or follow Tom into the unknown? 
Katie in Love is a compelling erotic-romance that will grip readers as they follow Katie’s journey to an ending they may have expected – but not in the way they expected it.
Brilliantly written and coolly self-aware, Chloe Thurlow was described by KM Dylan on Amazon as “…the Ana├»s Nin of our times.” With Katie in Love  – her sixth novel – Thurlow reveals a writer at the height of her powers. 

Katie takes the Stranger she meets at the New Years Eve Ball back to her apartment -
His hands rested on the back of my head and he rocked slightly on his heels. I went back to sucking the soft cap of his penis. I ran my tongue down the shaft and up again, wetting the column.
Many times I have found a boy's cock in my mouth and in the back of my mind a sense that this was so unfair, so one-sided, that true passion is give and take and this was a lot of give without a lot of get.
Sometimes, this time, it was different. His cock was a friendly creature massaging my gums, the inside of my cheeks, the bells of my tonsils. His pulsing cock vibrated over the membranes and tissues of my throat, touching my taste buds with its sultry perfume, the slap of flesh against flesh like the sound of the tree branch that tapped at night against my window.
I was drunk on whisky, mesmerized, meditative. I sucked and kissed and nibbled and teased and he groaned and sighed and quivered and gasped. His cock was a wonderful toy, a drawbridge that sprang up when I pulled it down, that shook like a dancer when I teased the groove with the tip of my wet tongue. It was a magnet like the magnets beneath my mattress connecting the polar points of our passion and fusing them in an aura of completion.
I could feel his pleasure mounting. He was going to fill my mouth with his syrupy essence, spray his sperm across my face, my eyes, my nose. I imagined the taste of nougat and almonds as I took him deep into my throat, sucking hard, waiting for that moment, that sudden jerk, that first hint of pre-come.
But just as the adventurer hesitates before claiming the prize, before the true king pulls the sword from the rock, he stopped himself and withdrew. I was ready for his orgasm, my throat gaping. I felt let down yet, instantly, immediately relieved.

He took my elbows and pulled me up so he could kiss me again, so he could taste himself on my lips. The way he expertly undid the buttons on my white blouse made me wonder where he could have acquired such skill. Did he take bad girls home every night? Was this handsome stranger Lothario, Don Juan, Patrick Bateman from American Psycho; so good, I read it twice.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Guest Post: His Girl, His Rules by Morganna Williams


I have Morganna Williams here today with His Girl, His Rules!

Thank you for having me today Natasha! In this excerpt from His Girl, His Rules, Gabriel is about to show Glory what a good girl spanking is:

Gabriel lifted her high in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, setting her lightly on her feet before catching the hem of her dress and skimming it over her head.
Glory stood in front of him in her bra and panties, feeling a little vulnerable with him still fully clothed, but seeing the hot need in his eyes as he looked his fill made her suddenly feel powerful.
He wanted her; she didn’t understand why, but this smart, handsome, and dynamic man wanted her and Glory felt an answering need deep in her belly. Someday she might regret it, but for the moment she was his and he was hers.
“Strip,” he instructed her succinctly.
Glory gulped, feeling her face go hot as she reached behind her and undid her bra before pulling it from her full breasts and dropping it on the floor in front of her. The smoldering look in his eyes as he drank in the sight of her unbound breasts boosted her courage. With her best imitation of a sultry smile and never breaking eye contact, Glory leaned over while hooking her fingers in the waistband of her sheer panties and pulled them slowly down her hips to below her knees where she let them fall around her ankles and stepped out of them.
Then tossing her shoulders back and standing proudly naked before him, she shot him a challenging look from beneath her lashes.
Gabriel smiled. “Beautiful.” He sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled her to stand between his thighs.
“Move your legs apart, sweetness.” He tapped lightly on her inner thighs until she straddled his right thigh. “Good girl.”
She couldn’t bite back a gasp when two of his fingers sank immediately into her wet heat.
“Look how wet you are for me, sweetness,” he said, pulling his hand away from her to show her how slick and wet his fingers were before putting them back between her legs.
She groaned when his thumb slid inside rather than his fingers, the broad base of his hand pressing against her throbbing clit as the two fingers wet with her juices pressed insistently against her back passage.
“Relax and let me in,” Gabriel commanded.
Glory shuddered and pressed against his seeking fingers with a deep breath and felt the stretch and burn as they penetrated her to the hilt. Then he started moving his hand, a very slight subtle movement, but it seemed to bring every nerve inside her roaring to life. The tip of his big thumb was riding against her g-spot in tandem with the fingers scissoring inside her anus as the base of his thumb seemed to vibrate against her clit.
“I… ohh… Gabriel!!” she cried out as she neared orgasm in what seemed like two seconds.
Gabriel used his other hand to bend her over until she had to press her hands to the mattress as she leaned over the leg she straddled and his other hand slapped down on her upturned bottom hard.
That one stinging swat was all it took to send her over the edge, but his hand continued to fall as she rode out her orgasm and went straight into a second one even stronger than the first.


Blurb:

Though Glory Walters writes erotic novels about firm-handed men who know how to deal with feisty women, she’s ashamed to admit she’s never experienced anything of the sort herself. But then she meets Gabriel—Sergeant Gabriel to the men he leads on the local SWAT team, but Master Gabriel to her—and suddenly the scenes in her books don’t seem so far-fetched anymore.

Gabriel has just been going through the motions in life since his wife’s death four years ago, but almost from the moment he sets eyes on her, he wants Glory as his own. Despite never having been taken in hand before, she responds beautifully to a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and his dominant lovemaking leaves her breathless. But when Glory foolishly puts herself in extreme danger, she soon discovers that naughty girls who take risks with their safety get their bottoms thoroughly punished… inside and out.


Publisher’s Note: His Girl, His Rules is an erotic novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Bound by the Summer Prince: Guest Post by Mistral Dawn

Please welcome Mistral Dawn with her new release, Bound by the Summer Prince!

Blurb:

The Summer Court is in an uproar. The king has just been executed for unpardonable crimes, and the queen is prostrate with grief over his loss. This leaves the Summer kingdom bereft of true leadership; a problem which is compounded by the fact that the laws of Fairie require balance to be maintained by having a male and a female ruler for both Season Courts at all times. Uaine, the Summer prince, is the only one who can put things right, but he is without a mate. Knowing that he must take a bride quickly, for the sake of his people, even though he is struggling with his own feelings of pain and anger over his father's treachery, he goes for a walk in a forest near the palace to try to clear his head and determine how best to choose a female to rule beside him. 

While walking Uaine discovers a human female running loose in Fairie, which is against the most basic tenets of Fae law. Furious at one more problem he must deal with, he takes her prisoner and locks her in the dungeon; only to discover later that she is his soul-mate. The magical bond between them means they are meant to be together forever, but humans can't feel the magic of Fairie. Will Uaine be able to win her heart and convince her that she can trust him to keep her safe from all the dangers of Fairie...including himself? 

Roni is a human con woman and petty thief. Having run afoul of the local crime syndicate in the city where she is staying, she finds herself running for her life. Trouble is no stranger to her, but when she falls through a hole in a wall and finds herself in a world with carnivorous trees and rocks that eat people she realizes she may have found more of it than she can deal with. Rescued/arrested by the prince of the Summer Court, it doesn't take long for her to formulate a plan to use him to get herself home. Unfortunately for her, she soon finds that her heart, which she had thought long ago turned to stone, has begun to feel the love she has been playing at. Will she be able to overcome a lifetime of caution and allow herself to follow her heart? Can a criminal love a cop? 

Please be aware that this book contains explicit sexual scenes, depictions of BDSM, and anal play. If these things disturb you, then this may not be the book for you.

This excerpt is when Roni first starts to accept that she is in Fairie and learns about the magical bond that has formed between the Summer Prince and herself:

She was just contemplating leaving her comfortable chair, and disturbing the occupant of her lap, when the door opened and Uaine walked in. "I have questions for you."
"I would be disappointed if you did not." said Uaine, as he gently closed the door and walked over to take a seat across the table from his Anamchara.
Roni felt uneasy in the man's presence, and when she felt uneasy she always defaulted to aggression. "Why are you holding me prisoner?"
"You are not a prisoner..."
"Then can I leave?" She interrupted.
Uaine took a settling breath.  "I will explain everything to you in a moment, but first: is there anything you need?"
"I need my stuff back."
"We will also discuss your belongings momentarily.  Jillian mentioned that you had requested a dressmaker?"
"No, I told her I want my clothes back."
Sighing, Uaine prepared for the difficult conversation he knew he needed to have with his Anamchara.  It was obvious she was not inclined to make it any easier.  Not that her strength of will was a bad thing, in the long run, she'd need it to properly fulfill her duties as queen; but just at that moment he wished for a little less strength, and a little more willingness to be open-minded.  At any rate, delay would make it no easier.
"First, Jillian said she told you that you are no longer in the human world, is that correct?"
Roni looked at him warily. "She told me some cockamamie story about being in some magical fairy-land, yeah."
"But you do not believe this is true?"
"It's impossible!"
"Perhaps it may seem that way, humans do not seem to believe in the Fae as they used to, but are there not things you have seen that you cannot explain?  Have you not witnessed wonders that do not exist in the human world?"
Roni considered his words.  She knew that she couldn't continue to put off thinking about all of the strange things she couldn't explain.  Eventually she was going to have to deal with the fact that what she was experiencing didn't make sense under the rules she was used to, or in the world she knew.  In the forest she had decided to treat everything as if it were real, on the off chance that it was, because she'd thought that would increase her odds of survival.  It seemed as though using the same mental trick now might be a good idea. 
She still wasn't entirely convinced that she wasn't dreaming, or hallucinating, or even dead; but she needed to be able to function, and the only way she could think of to do that was to act as though she truly had, somehow, been transported to a mythical world.  If she operated under that assumption, it would free her mind to focus on other matters (like how to get back home) and allow her to respond to events and people in her normal, cautious manner.  She resolved that she wouldn't fully accept the notion, but her actions would, for the time being, be based on that premise.
"Alright, then how did I get here?"
"You do not remember?"
"I remember falling and then waking up in a jungle."
"You must have somehow encountered a portal that had opened.  Normally they require a spell to open them, but occasionally they will open on their own; only the goddess knows why or how.  You were not alone when you reached Fairie."
"No, I was being chased by four men.  They were all killed."
Uaine took a relieved breath.  If his Anamchara was not lying to him, he at least did not have to worry about more humans running around his kingdom armed with cold iron.  "Yes, the forests of Fairie are perilous.  It was only your possession of human-forged, cold iron which allowed you to escape unscathed."
"What do you mean 'human-forged, cold iron'?"
"There is an item in your bag made from such a substance.  It is an anathema to all Fae and protected you in the forest.  However, it is very dangerous.  I would like to return your possessions to you, including this item, but I must know that you will only use it to defend yourself.  I cannot allow you to have it if you will use it to harm my people."
"Well there's no trouble then, I won't be around your people because I'll be going home."
He sighed. "That is another thing we must speak of. You cannot leave Fairie.  This would be true regardless of any other circumstances, one of our oldest and most sacrosanct laws is to never allow humans with knowledge of Fairie to return to the human world, but it is especially true because a bond has formed between you and me."
She raised her eyebrow and gave him a dry look. "A bond?"
"Yes." He took a deep breath. "The great mother goddess created a magical bond which forms between two individuals when they have found their perfect match, their soul-mate.  We call this bond the Siorghra and our mates are called Anamchara.  The Siorghra is recognized and held sacred by all Fae throughout all of Fairie.  It is inviolable and unbreakable."

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