Month August 2016

Collared in the Temple of Dendur

51Elkj6O-jLThe night I met Ammon Fayed, he gave me what I thought was a small, blue rock. He hadn’t introduced himself yet, so I was surprised and a little annoyed when he took my hand, palm up, and closed my fingers over the stone. He’d looked amused by the scowl on my face. That was six months ago at a party for my former linguistics professor’s birthday.

He didn’t look amused tonight when I met him at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, right in front of the Temple of Dendur exhibit. The intensity of his glare sent a flurry of butterflies through my stomach, but I smiled and strode across the marble floor, my heels announcing my approach. His dark eyes appraised my outfit. The black flounce skirt lay flat around my hips, but flared at the bottom, allowing it to move while I walked. The black, three-quarter sleeved blazer I wore covered the black lace bralette beneath it, leaving more cleavage showing than I would have chosen myself. My hair was in a sleek chignon, exposing my bare neck. I wore no jewelry, as he’d instructed, except the blue Met button on my lapel to signify my having paid the suggested donation to enter.

When I arrived in front of him, he took my hands and kissed me on the lips without speaking. His kiss was long and soft, with just a flick of his tongue over mine. My hands were cold and clammy against his warm fingers. I looked up, hoping to see him smile, but there was no crack in the intensity of his armor. Tonight was not about frivolity, and he wasn’t going to indulge me.

He led me by the hand to the entrance of the Temple of Dendur, steadying me on the stairs when my knees shook. I stopped briefly to look at the view of Central Park in the fading daylight. The large room was far from empty, but that was his plan. (more…)

Eden’s Gate (VDB Trilogy Book 2)

CqNgEVrVIAAjX8ZScene – Training with Alexander White, the dungeon at Eden. New York.
From Lilah James’ POV

“I don’t know if I can…” Use those on him? Be comfortable with it? God, today has been normal. Normal walks in the zoo, romantic blowjobs under trees in a wood. Well, as romantic as that gets with Pascal. Loving kisses beneath a starry sky before we left. And now, this. A breath leaves my lungs as I notice Alexander’s boots come into view beside a set of heavy metal cuffs.

“You don’t need any of this if you get it right, Lilah. You voice will be enough for him.” What? My head swings upwards to see his frown gazing back at me. “It’s not in your blood to cause pain, is it? You might have tendencies towards doing it for him, but you’re no sadist, are you?”

No, I’m not. Whatever I’m doing in here, or whoever I’m doing this for, the thought of causing pain does not get me all excited, or horny, as I’m sure it does for the man in front of me.

I shake my head a little and he smiles back at me. It’s a wide smile, soft maybe. Almost kind. (more…)

Dark Moons Rising

51fD-dA+HVL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_She remembered the stories of dark giants that had once frightened, then intrigued her, and knew she could only hide her nature for so long. If they wanted her, they would take her. If they took her, they would know.

It did not make her decision any easier, but revealing herself sooner rather than later might work to her advantage. Oddly, she could thank Mordred for the training he’d ordered her to undertake these past weeks while his custom mark was being made. The lessons were meant to prepare her for his possession. She never dreamed that she would use them to try to tempt a man, yet she now found herself preparing to seduce two. And not just men. They were another race altogether. Dark lords. Manbeasts. Centaurs who would split her asunder, if they chose to take her in that form.

The thought made her tremble, but she had to risk it. She’d made her choice when she’d climbed on Thorne’s back and wrapped her arms around his waist, breathing in his heady male scent as he galloped through the forest at breakneck speed, carrying her to safety.

Casting a glance about the room, Deidra spied a ewer of water on a sideboard. Untying the length of linen from her hair, she unpinned her knot and loosened her locks, finger-combing them into some semblance of order. Thirstier than she’d been in her life, she could not resist stealing a few sips of water before wetting the cloth and scrubbing her face, neck, and hands. She moistened it again, as needed, cleaning her fingernails, one by one, as best she could. Helpless to do more without the proper tools, she turned her attention to her poor legs and was tending the worst of her scratches when the brothers came back. (more…)

Fantasy Girls: Alessandra Bordeaux

51aDa-rEzwLChapter One

Megan Cassidy walked past the mountain of bills on her kitchen counter and cringed. Turning to her two best friends Sophia and Gabriella with a frown, “I feel like I’m drowning in debt. I just graduated college and already the bank sent me a bill for my student loan. Ugh.”

“I know exactly what you mean. It really sucks,” replied Sophia. “I’m robbing Peter to pay Paul.

“I hate to do this but I think I’m going to call my grandparents and ask them for a loan. Between the rent of this cramped apartment and all the other bills, I’m ready to scream.” Megan groaned while taking a seat on the couch in an angry huff.

“Ladies. Stop with all this negativity. We’re all smart and in the same boat. We’ll figure it out,” called Gabriella from the laundry room. (more…)

Wicked Cold: The Prequel to Wicked Hot

51tAPx9JFLLFinding a place to be alone was another matter altogether. Both our roommates were in the room, like, all the time. My roommate only went out of the dorm for classes, when he actually decided to go. He didn’t even eat in the dining hall. He ate Pop Tarts and Ramen noodles for, like, every meal. Amy’s roommate was one of those social butterflies. She should have been in a sorority, but in the dorm, she was a big fish in a small pond. She was the party hostess on the floor, and anyone that felt like blowing off a paper or studying for a test ended up in Amy’s room. It didn’t seem to bother Amy too much, but it pissed me off that we never got any time to fool around in her room.

Lust or no lust, Amy was a prude, and she’d probably slap me if I tried to feel her up with other people in the car. I was dying to tell her about the bachelor party, but at the same time, she wouldn’t want to hear it. Not only was she prudish about fooling around with other people watching, she was also grossed out by lesbians. I don’t know why. It wasn’t like she’d ever met one. (more…)

As Wicked as You Want: Forever Ours Book 1

516WT-rOG0L“What was that?” I rasped, my voice an octave lower than normal.  I’d been a vocal partner, urging him on, begging him to finish, yelping when he accidentally hit a sore spot, crying his name into the mattress when his curled fingers hit another, sweeter place.

“The French call it la petite morte,” he said“‘The little death.’”

I arched a brow.  “Then they have misnamed it,” I muttered in the same language, earning a smile from the good professor.  “Pardon me if I don’t reserve judgment, but there was nothing little about that.”

Edward smiled, indulging me.  “You are correct.  There was nothing little about that.  You were magnificent, my dear.  Responsive beyond my expectations.”

I rolled on my side to face him.  “Beyond your expectations?  You mean to say, it’s not like that every time?”

He arched a curious brow.  “Hardly.  I take it your other partners have not pleased you equally well.”

“Edward,” I said solemnly, “I’ve had no other partners.  Remember, I asked you to teach me?” (more…)

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