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Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Release Day ~ Grayson by Lisa Eugene

All she needed was a job…
The last thing twenty-four year old grad student Angie Roberts needs is to worry about her new boss’s father. After all, she’s never even seen him. He remains sequestered upstairs in a house that looks like it should be the main feature in an episode of Hoarders. She had no idea the house was such a dump when she took the job. But she’s concerned about the safety and health of the old man living under such horrid conditions.

What she got was a mystery…
Despite warnings not to venture upstairs, she wanders up to the second floor. What she sees is shocking. The man she finds is a gorgeous, sexy, middle-aged man-- and he's stepping out of the shower. But something is definitely not right. Why would this wealthy, handsome man live in a house in such disrepair while his nine-teen year old son resides in a lavish penthouse? Why does he hide away from society? Why does he come to her rescue and then run away?

What she discovered was heartbreaking…
Angie learns that forty-four year old Grayson Whitmore suffers from schizophrenia. Paranoid, he retreats into his own world.

What she ended up with was a treasure…
Angie is determined to get through to him. They form a friendship that blazes into an inconceivable love fired with erotic passion. Angie must now come to Grayson’s rescue because the wicked that has been perpetrated on him is unconscionable. First, though, she must gain the trust of a man whose mind does not allow for such a thing.

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I watched Grayson discard the condom into one of the garbage bags. I pouted, staring at him. “You know, I’m still mad at you.”
I didn’t want him to think he’d gotten away with putting me through a week of hell, of not knowing if he was truly okay.
“Still mad?” He swung his gaze to me, incredulous. Laughter danced in his blue eyes. “After what just happened between us?”
I rolled my eyes. Leave it to a man to think that good—great—okay, freaking fantastic sex, would fix everything.
He regarded me with a lopsided grin and said, “Yeah, I could really feel your anger as you were screaming for me to pound you harder.”
My jaw dropped in shock. I couldn't believe he’d just said that. This man was outrageous! My eyes rounded and I gave him a playful punch on his chest.
“I did not!”
“Let’s see...” He screwed up his face, grinning. “I guess when you said, ‘Fuck me, Grayson,’ you really meant, ‘Oh, Grayson, I’m so mad at you!’”
I kept hitting him as he laughed and raised his palms in his defense. What made it worse was that he mimicked me in a high-pitched girly voice, which sent me into unwanted hysterics.
He continued, “Or, when you said, ‘Harder, Grayson, harder!’ you really meant, ‘I’m really pissed right now.’”
“You are the most frustrating man I’ve ever known!” I declared with a huff, pushing him backwards into the upholstered chair.
He was a big man and he no doubt allowed me to topple him, but I was surprised when he grabbed my waist and pulled me down onto his lap.


Lisa Eugene began writing as a way to mentally escape from the hectic medical world where she has been a practicing nurse for over twenty years. After publishing her first novel, STRICTLY BUSINESS, she quickly learned that readers couldn't get enough of the world she created and now she lives out her wildest fantasies by writing steamy romantic suspense for her fan-favorite Washington Memorial Hospital series.

When she's not plotting her next dangerous, fast-paced, sexy adventure, you can find her juggling a full time job, playing soccer mom, or curled up reading a good romance.


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Saturday, September 27, 2014

Pieces of Us by Jayson James (don't forget to answer his question)




“Into the lake?”
“Into the lake.”
For Jesse Stetson, a boy who knows he is different and Dylan Sterling, Jesse’s best friend, Sander’s Lake has served as a sort of scrapbook for them with sentimental items being dropped into the lake from their dock after significant events in their lives.
Life in 1988 was different from today.  A boy and a girl being best friends were uncommon.  Not that Jesse or Dylan cared, they had each other and that’s all that mattered.  Or so Jesse wished.  While Dylan has been meeting and dating guys, Jesse has yet to find the same connection with a girl.  The closest he’s come is Dylan, but she’s a girl and a friend not a girlfriend.   Jesse is struggling with his feelings and trying his hardest to be normal.
Dylan and Jesse are growing up and possibly growing apart.  Dylan has a new boyfriend and is now splitting her time between him and Jesse.  To further complicate things, Jesse meets Orion, a new boy in town.  Jesse knows that his feelings towards Orion must be wrong, yet it feels so right.   Even if Orion feels about Jesse the same way that Jesse feels about him, should they act on their attraction?
This story is a journey of friendship and discovery, finding out who you are as a person, and then being okay with who you are.

ARTWORK
Over 100 drawings were created, modified, merged, cropped and manipulated to create the cover for Pieces of Us.  This by and far was the most labor-intensive cover on any of my books to date.  I feel with how it turned out, it made all the work worthwhile.




WHERE TO PURCHASE
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Jayson James.  I am an Indy author of several novels and novellas.  I was born and  have lived most of my life in Washington State.  My interests beyond writing include drawing, reading a variety of books, watching movies and hanging out with his friends, family and dog.  Besides an author, I am an artist.  The cover art on every one of my published works are one of my own drawings.  I take the drawing I do for each cover and then design the rest of the cover around it.

SOCIAL MEDIA
Google+ & email: jaysonjamesbooks@gmail.com
Twitter: @jaysonjamesbook

1988 COMMENT QUESTION
What is your favorite comedy movie from 1988?
I’d like to hear from you!  Please post your response in the comments below!
Be sure to check out other stops on the tour for more questions.

MORE BY JAYSON JAMES



How It Was Supposed To Be
Reese Kennicott and his family were living the carefree life of an upper middle class life.  That was until one day when his father arrives home from work and shares the company he has worked for since he was Reese’s age has gone out of business.  Adding to the stress of being out of work for the first time in the worst economic downturn the United States has ever faced.  Hope comes in the form of a new job for Reese’s father.  The downside is this job is across the country, forcing Reese to leave behind his friends and the life he’s always known.
Releasing Fall 2014.


T.E.D.
Tim-Eric-Delsin

Tim is being bullied.  No one in high school wants to be known as a tattle-tale and to do so would only make things rougher for him.  The repercussions would most likely make him an outcast, and without any friends.
Eric is frustrated with life.  His parents are overbearing and if they ever knew the person he really was, they would throw him out of their house.  His friends are not much better, they only like him when he is who they expect him to be.
Delsin is gay and ready to come out.  Unfortunately, life at home is on the brink of falling apart with his parents constant fighting.  Admitting the truth could bring his whole world crashing down around him.

Each of these three needs to decide whether the risks of being honest about who they are outweighs the importance of being true to themselves.   This could mean ruining life as each of them knows it.  Maybe it is better to remain miserable in order to play it safe.  On the other hand, doing nothing doesn’t seem to working either.


Finding Our Way
Justin Parker and Derrick Wilson have been best friends since meeting back in middle school. Currently they are in their junior year at Chandler High School, and living the good life as teenagers. They have great girlfriends, plenty of close friends, their own cars, and parents who are well off. As nice as things might look to an outsider, something is missing from each of their lives.
Justin has become the invisible son in the midst of his parents failing marriage. In an effort to get his parent’s attention, Justin keeps getting into trouble. So far he has been able to get away with anything without facing any repercussions, while Derrick is feeling distant and tired of what he feels is a too “perfect family”. He just wants to have a normal social life and spend time with his friends without the pressures from his family to spend time with them. With blurring the lines of friendship in the process to realizing what was missing and discovering who they really are.
Justin and Derrick take turns narrating the story of their junior year in high school and all of the events that take place in their lives. Being a teenager can be tough. Being gay can be tougher. For Derrick and Justin they are both, and life cannot get any more complicated.
What happens when two best friends cross the boundaries of friendship? Will they be able to be happy together? Will they keep their secret?


Tormented Discovery
Justin and Derrick have a secret that they revealed only to their closest friends.  They are gay and are now a couple.  The story of Justin and Derrick continues as they learn more about being a gay couple in their senior year of high school and the complications that arise from it.  Some friends will have their backs while others simply stand on the sidelines.  Other friends will be accepting and others will ridicule them.
Sometimes love is almost not enough to save a relationship and both Derrick and Justin begin to have their doubts as they watch relationships around them rise and fall.  Justin and Derrick both want to have new experiences, new choices and make new friends, which leads to them questioning their own relationship.  They soon discover that some of the people they consider friends have their own secrets, some darker than others.  The couple begins to see how people react towards homosexuality and just how people want to deal with it and them.
Will Justin and Derrick be able to hold onto each other while their lives and secrets spiral around them?
Or will they decide to step back and give up on themselves and each other?


Drifting
What happens when the person you love is having doubts?
These two boyfriends have been through a lot. Best friends since childhood, fell in love in high school and thought they would be together forever. They stuck together even when their friends and family found out about their relationship. Struggling with challenge after challenge, they have finally made it to college and are living on their own. Living together is a whole new world and being open with their relationship is even more so.
Spending every day together as a couple they begin to learn about their differences. Things that never bothered them are now annoying traits driving a wedge between them. Can their relationship survive their differences? Can it handle new friends and new romances? Will they find their way together or will they drift apart?


Friday, September 26, 2014

Dakota Skies by Taylin Clavelli Review & Giveaway

Title: Dakota Skies
Author: Taylin Clavelli
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
Dakota Skies Blog Tour

Synopsis

Born in the wrong time…
In 1875 Dakota, Sheriff Jamie Carter has to hide his interest in men, even from his gutsy twin sister, Anna. On a good day, the truth can mean a bullet between the eyes, and on a bad, one in the back.
A man on a mission…
Jamie leaves Anna in charge of Blackrock and he hits the bounty hunting trail, along with his faithful equine companion, Houston. Five territories, scores of ‘Wanted’ posters, and many bullets later, his path unexpectedly converges with that of enigmatic loner, Kit Brooks.
Two men with one soul…
Will the smoldering fire between them rage into an inferno and break down protective barriers, allowing them to find love? Or will it separate and kill them?
Beneath Dakota skies…
Jamie and Kit’s story is a sweeping saga of cowboys, Indians, persistent broads, and vengeful villains, where the cowboys aren’t always the good guys, and love can’t be taken for granted.
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Excerpt:

Lila skipped over, eating something big and orange. Her nose was already twitching at the smell. Carrots were a major thing in town. When they came in via the big boats, Mr. Miller always bought as many as his storerooms could handle. Jay wondered for a moment how such a small thing managed to sink her teeth into one.

Maybe her mouth is the strongest part of her, considering she rarely stops talking.

Leading Houston to his stall, Jay hoped to escape. Unfortunately, Lila followed and just… didn’t… shut… up.

“I heard you were back, where have you been? You’ve been gone for so long. You didn’t say good-bye, and I’ve been worried sick. Anna never did give me an explanation.”

Anna scowled, backing it up with a growl. “Probably ‘cause it weren’t none of your business, and it’s Sheriff Carter to you,” she spat.

Anna’s reply only momentarily interrupted Lila.

“Humph, anyway, I’m glad you’re back. You’ll have to come over for afternoon tea. Mother will be so pleased to see you, and I’m free today.”

The girl never took a breath. Jay hoped the gods would be kind and let her keel over from lack of air.

No such luck.

If he’d considered her annoying before, it was nothing to what she’d become—unbearable. While she screeched, Jay released Houston and closed the door to his stall.

Lila was between Jay and freedom. Each time he moved to walk around her, his exit was blocked. All the time Lila bounced on the spot, spouting off at a pace that made her words roll into one. Dangerously, as her mouth constantly moved, so did her hands. She waved her carrot perilously close to Houston’s head as it hung over the gate. Jay could see him following its movements, waiting for the opportune moment.

Houston’s big weakness was apples. Jay could never let him loose in an orchard. He’d get drunk on the juice that would fester in his stomach. Carrots were next in line.

Lila’s animated actions came to a stop as she waited for Jay’s answer, though he’d lost track of what the question was. The carrot dangling in Lila’s hand was under Houston’s nose. The moment arrived and the horse made his move. In one swoop, he gobbled it easily from her clutches. Her shriek caused all the horses to shuffle to the back of their enclosures.

When she noticed everyone doubled over with laughter—including Joseph—tiny Lila became enraged. She didn’t see the funny side of it. Instead, she stormed off, waving her arms, muttering to herself.

To the trio’s surprise, she shortly returned with a gun and aimed it at Houston. Merriment abruptly stopped as the shock of what she was about to do took root. Thankfully, the weapon was too big for Lila’s small hands; she was having trouble cocking it. With rage contorting her face, and her tongue between her teeth, she concentrated on pulling back the hammer for a few seconds. She completed her task, then refocused her aim.


Review:

Jamie is a gay man when being gay could get you killed. Being a sheriff of a town is hard enough, even with his twin sister's help, but having to hide who he really is kills him a little each day. To get away and try to find himself he decides to leave town and become a bounty hunter. He works his way from Dakota down to Texas, earning a reputation as a take no prisoner hard ass. When he gets to Texas he visits with family and gets their promise to contact him if they ever hear about movement of the gang that killed his father. 

On his way back north he gets into trouble when he crosses into Indian territory but is saved by a mysterious man. Kit has been in self exile for a while. He rarely sees, much less talks to anyone. He follows Jamie after hearing Jamie sing; something draws him in. After saving Jamie they travel together and the attraction between them sizzles but both men are hesitant to voice their attraction. Jamie invites Kit back to his town with him but Kit can't or won't follow him all the way. 

Jamie goes home and tries to get on with his life, but Kit is on his mind constantly. When they are reunited can they actually build a life together? How can they hide what they are when the heat between the two threatens to burn down their lives?

I absolutely love this book. The characters are well written and the story draws you in from the beginning.  There are enough twists and turns to keep you involved. I would love to see a second book to update us to what is happening in all the characters of this story!

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WIP: http://www.waywardinkpublishing.com/product/dakota-skies/
Amazon US:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NHPMJ7C/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00NHPMJ7C/
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dakota-skies-taylin-clavelli/1120358729?ean=9781925222036

About the author:

Taylin Clavelli lives in the United Kingdom, about 15 miles south of Birmingham, and a short journey from the world famous Cadbury’s Chocolate factory. She’s married with children and loves her family with all her heart.
Her love of books has been a long standing affair, with Taylin liking nothing better than to lose herself in an imaginary world.
Until she met Lily Velden, she never considered trying her hand at writing. However, after talking ideas, Lily encouraged her to put pen to paper—or rather, fingers to keyboard. Since, with a few virtual kicks in the right place, she hasn’t stopped. Her confidence eventually led to her writing an original work for submission.
Her first published work was Boys, Toys, and Carpet Fitters, developed for the Dreamspinner Press Anthology – Don’t Try This At Home.
Now she absolutely adores immersing herself into the characters she creates, and transferring the pictures in her brain to paper, finding it liberating, therapeutic, and wonderful.
Outside of writing, her interests include; martial arts (she’s a 2nd Degree Black Belt in Taekwon-do), horse-riding, all of which facilitates her love of a wide variety of movies. Her action heroes include Jet Li and Tony Jaa—finding the dedication these men have for their art combined with their skill both amazing and a privilege to watch. If pressed, she’ll admit to thinking that the screen entrance of Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow in the Pirates of the Caribbean – Curse of the Black Pearl, and Shadowfax in LOTR, to be the greatest screen entrances ever. Her all-time favorite movies are Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.
The simple things in life that make her day, putting a smile on her face are:
Laughter – especially that of her children.
The smell of lasagna cooking – it makes her mouth salivate.
The dawn chorus – no symphony ever written can beat the waking greetings of the birds.

Social links:

Website: http://www.taylinclavelli.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100005234535413
Twitter: https://twitter.com/taylinclavelli

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Uncover Me ~ Men of Inked #4 by Chelle Bliss Cover Reveal & Giveaway

Uncover Me Cover Reveal ~ Men of Inked #4

Uncover Me Ebook AMAZONTitle: Uncover Me Series: Men of Inked Series Book Number: 4 Author: Chelle Bliss Release Date: TBD (Early November 2014) Photographer: Wainwright Images Model: Shawn Evans
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Blurb
I lost track of my life.
Spiraling down the rabbit hole, I lost myself and became one of them. Living undercover within the MC, the days bled together as I became absorbed in a life of excess and violence. Becoming consumed was easy. Was I Thomas Gallo, good guy and respected cop or Blue, Sergeant-at-Arms of the Sun Devils MC? Before, I could answer with certainty. But now, there’s a darkness that has settled deep in my soul, fusing with my heart and altering my reality forever. The road I’ve traveled has been paved with danger, death, and deception. Roxanne grew up as part of the MC, a victim of her birth. Her life has been treacherous, setting her on a course of torment and destruction. When our worlds collide, secrets are revealed. Trying to save us from damnation, I fight for redemption and the woman I love.
Men of Inked Series
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Also available on iTunes, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo.
About the Author
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USA Today Bestselling Author Chelle Bliss, is an American author who writes stories about real life scenarios with fantasy Alpha males. Her works include humor as well as steamy sex.

The Whisper Cove series by Cyndi Faria Giveaway!



Award Winning Author Cyndi Faria takes readers to Whisper Cove with Spirit Awakened! Spirit Awakened and Spirit Released tell the eternal love story of Jake Mitchell and Faith Cabrillo.  The Whisper Cove series has recently undergone a cover makeover. Ms. Faria is thrilled to share the new look with you all and a $20 Giveaway!



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Whisper Cove #1
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Jake Mitchell is a neurologist who doesn't trust what can't be explained. That is, until he moves to the rumor-haunted town of Whisper Cove and meets a beautiful nurse named Faith Cabrillo. When Faith awakens Jake's sixth sense that defies science, he's thrown into a world of passion, spirits, and a centuries-old lovers’ curse that can never be broken....



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In the seaside town of Whisper Cove, a centuries’ old curse tests true love... 

On her wedding day, Faith Cabrillo prepares to confess a desperate secret to her fiancé, Jake Mitchell—she’s cursed with both the ability of speaking to the dead…and never fulfilling the promise of true love. Before the truth is revealed, Jake’s life is endangered and Faith sacrifices herself to save him. 

Grief-stricken, Jake refuses to accept Faith’s comatose state. His innovative research keeps Faith alive, yet he’s faced with his biggest challenge when Faith’s spirit appears with a warning that his life is still in danger. Because Jake’s a man of medicine, he denies his Faith truly exists on two planes. Until he talks to her. And holds her. And begins to hope that he’s wrong. 

Will Jake’s devotion and Faith's body and soul be forged by love’s healing power in time to stop a killer before the curse again claims Faith …this time forever? 

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If you love a tale with courageous heroes and heroines, where their unconditional love for each other gives them strength to defeat their inner demons, Cyndi Faria invites you to enter the pages of her romances and find happily-ever-after.

Cyndi Faria is an engineer turned romance writer whose craving for structure is satisfied by plotting heartwarming contemporary and paranormal romance stories with a dash of American folklore.

“Cynd Faria writes with passion and her stories touch the heart.”
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On and off her sexy romance pages, this California country girl isn’t afraid to dirty her hands fighting for the underdog and caretaking rescued pets.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Saving Abel by Gina Whitney Blog Tour & Giveaway

Synopsis
Abel Gunner, the lead singer of the band Lethal Abel, is what beautiful nightmares are made of. His gritty, melodic rasp threatens to rip your heart out of your chest and leave you gasping for the very breath he robbed you of. His kisses, detonating on impact, leave you ruined. Abel is also a Dom, and his appetite for seduction is legendary and intense. After a chance encounter with Gia, his need to dominate this woman increases tenfold. He wants to consume her, merge with her, and never leave her body.

Abel's emerald eyes touch the deepest part of Gia's soul in a way that terrifies her. She fears he can see her secret. Lies, guilt, and betrayal lay beneath her skin, and she's terrified of being exposed. How will Gia ever begin to explain? She doesn't believe she's worthy of him, and her greatest fear is that her carefully guarded heart will be shattered. However, she finds herself unable to deny this rogue tattooed rocker whose kisses just might ruin her.
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Review:  I have mixed feelings about this book. Abel is hot, no question about that, and Gia is broken thanks to her mother. I feel Gia has gone from one person controlling her to another. I understand that Gia needs to give up control to someone and Abel is a good choice but I'm not sure that this relationship is good for her. Abel has problems with his father but there is hope there because his father does actually have Abel's best interest at heart even if Abel can't see it. 

This book ends in a HUGE cliffhanger so if you hate those I would suggest waiting until the next book comes out. Other than that I give this book 3 stars, I will read the next book of the series. 

  Excerpt
Chapter One

On ecru initialed paper, the understanding was brutally clear … You’re to be blindfolded and waiting on your knees for your master. I reread it a couple of times, my hands shaking with both fear of the unknown and the excitement of being delivered to the brink of aching pleasure. Man, I was fucked!
I folded the note in half, perfectly seaming the edges while I wondered if I had bitten off more than I could chew. The thoughts swirled cyclonically in my head, causing a fluttering in my stomach to mount to vomit worthy levels, as I picked up the Hermes scarf. I gently ran it along my cheek before breathing in his alpha scent. Him. My eyes closed on their own accord, heart beating in concert with my pussy.  My clit charged and already primed with wetness. My inner demon-ess was scratching the surface of my psyche, relentlessly thrashing against its confinement.
Twirling around in a sexual dreamlike state, my eyes took in floor-to-ceiling windows, the lush, red velvet drapes pulled back. Gasping heavily, I held my hand over my heart to keep the fucker in there. Was he planning to take me in the open—voyeur delight?  I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Then again, this was about surrendering. A place my control had no say. On the left was a free-standing bar, his guitar leaning against it.  Chrystal decanters lined the top. Amber colored courage called out to my parched throat, begging, needing something to quell the tremors that plagued my body. I couldn’t. Could I?  Or was that breaking the rules? I couldn’t afford to piss him off, nor did I want to. I wanted please him, to hand over the keys to my soul for him to take up occupancy. I needed to take purchase of the prime piece of real-estate—his heart. Old demons plagued my thoughts with their clever mind tricks, fighting their way to the surface—sneering that I would lose the man I’d come to love because of my deceitful heart. The mother of all motherfucking Karma was going to bite my ass—hard. I needed to lock these incessant, nauseating thoughts where they belonged—behind a door that had no moral key and slam it shut.
Looking to the left, I saw that a fire raged stunningly in a pastoral styled fireplace. Above, an erotic portrait of Abel. It was done in simple black and white. In one hand, he held a set of handcuffs. In the other, a red scarf—the exact red scarf I now held in my hand. Crackling embers radiated warmth to nurture my chilled body. Perfect spot! Unbuttoning my pants and blouse, I let them both pool at my feet. I then took off my bra and panties. Flames licked my skin, helping gentle the goose bumps that stepped forward across my body. Double-knotting the scarf around my head, I lowered to my knees, thankful for the plush carpet. I sent a silent thanks upward. God had no place here today. Today, I would be rejoicing, reveling, and partaking in rituals practiced by heathens. Tempering my breathing … Namaste. A shiver redirected my attention to the door as I searched my mind to identify its source. The squeak of the door knob stopped all thought process—all thinking.  His innate maleness seeped into my pores, cocooning my skin in his alpha scent—marking my heart as his. Instantly, my body recognized him. An unwilling groan escaped, making my nether region clench in anticipation. He chuckled.
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"Very good. I see you followed my directions flawlessly. I see that beautiful pussy is shaved bare for me. This pleases me, Gia. And you will see how much very shortly. But, are you ready for your master?  If I part your folds will you be slick and hot for me?" His warm breath tickled my ear.
My mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish out of water, until I finally croaked out, "Um, yes. I, um. I believe so, Abel.”  Christ, why am I reduced to a stuttering adolescent? He's fucking dangerous and hot, that's why! Steeling myself, I needed to woman the fuck up and show him who I am.
Palming my chin, he spoke gruffly, “Love, when we’re in this setting, I am your God, bringer of pleasure and pain.” He released me, clearly awaiting a response of praise.
“Yes, Sir. I understand perfectly,” I affirmed. My body chilled, knowing the moment he stepped away. The ring of the crystal decanter signaled loudly in the air. Rolling shudders had me clenching—hard. Moments ticked by at a snail’s pace and I wanted to rip my hair out. My frustration grew as he took his time, leaving me in a vulnerable position. He swallowed his drink. Padding back over in my direction, he brought that delicious signature scent of his my way.  It smelled of musk and something wild I couldn’t put my finger on.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he quantified. What? Christ on a motherfuckin’ cross! Two thick fingers teased my clit, round and round, spreading my silky juices along my seam, preparing me for his invasion. I held my breath. What else could I do?
“You smell like you want to be fucked.” He smiled appreciatively. “Breathe, Gia. Your God would like to sample you. I want to commit your taste to memory. Savor you on my tongue. Swallow your goodness,” he rasped, leaning into my ear. I wanted to scream just do it already. His scruffy beard ran along my face, leaving his mouth against my ear. Every breath, every heartbeat, every swallow was mine. I had a front row seat to an erotic movie that I starred in.
Holding my shoulders firmly with his left hand, he roughly entered my opening. One breath in, one long breath out.  With precision, he inserted two fingers inside me, keeping his thumb on my trigger. I ground against his palm.
“You will not come. Yet. Stay still or I’ll stop,” he affirmed.  Well, that did it! I needed release and I needed it now. Fuck. Squeezing my eyes tightly, I was thankful for the blindfold. He had to see how challenging this was for me. With a final, stretching thrust, he vacated my pussy. The scent of my juices permeated the air, releasing another gush of wetness. His sucking sound ended with a loud pop, followed by a growl of approval.
“Taste.” He fisted my hair, driving his fingers into my open mouth.
“Taste how sweet your pussy is?” he queried. I had the perfect opportunity to bring him to his knees. My tongue languidly snaked its way around his fingers, sucking greedily any remaining ambrosia—with my own kickass resounding pop. Umm… I purred my contentment. 
A seismic roar rumbled its way free from his alpha chest. Oh, he was affected. Breaking dominate control momentarily, he lunged forward and fisted my hair, his tongue forcing my mouth open. Damn this Dom! My lungs fought for air. My hands braced against his muscled chest, alive with the vibrations from the beast tethered within—Abel. Dizziness threatened to take me under. Pulling air into my nose, I took a breath. Consuming me from the inside out, he didn’t let up. Apparently, my survival was to be damned. My brain had only registered oxygen. Now I needed to return his kiss. My hands found their way up his neck into his thick hair.  Grabbing a fistful of it, I pulled. He answered my call with his masterful tongue and gnashing teeth. Needing his cock in my pussy now, I reached for it, feeling its thick steeliness through his jeans. He gently removed my hands.  Disappointed, I lowered my head, taking the opportunity to nourish my blood with oxygen. He forced my hands behind my back. I adjusted my position on the floor with the balls of my feet to steady myself.
“You have to earn that, babe. You haven’t earned my cock yet. And he has a bigger ego than I do.” He chuckled as he stood up, leaving me again. Was he serious? His dick had an ego?
The sound of drawers opening and closing to my left had me turning my head in that direction. My legs tingled with anticipation and lack of activity. I hoped I wasn’t going to be on my knees too much longer. The snap of something caught my immediate attention. Licking my dry lips, swallowing the golf ball sized knot, I readied myself. Sweet-smelling leather assailed my senses.
“Do you know what the cat o'nine tails is, Gia?” he asked. I did some Googling before this night, so I wouldn’t be ignorant to basic BDSM—knots, whips, and positions 101. I schooled myself quickly.
“Yes, Sir. A traditionally favored whip with nine separate tails,” I qualified. Quirking a smile, I awaited his answer. He answered by running the tails along my breasts … down to my pussy … snapping my clit to attention. Over and over again, my body became acquainted with this new form of torture. Legs shaking, I thrust myself to an upright position, hoping this little exercise would stop this embarrassing bodily display of minor earthquakes. No such luck. My body wanted to surrender to its master. My breathing ratcheted to panic-attack levels. An explosion of epic proportions was near. Whack!—across my behind. Ow!  “Fuck me!”
“Not nearly yet, sweetheart. That nice shade of red on your ass is making me hard as fuck, though,” he countered. Well, that’s not how I really meant it, but that’s exactly what I wanted—right the fuck now. He was turned on. And that turned me on. If his lash marks on my skin do it for him, I think, then so be it.
“I want to taste you, master. It’s only fair.” I was practically whining: throw me a fucking bone. This BDSM shit was killing me. I’m not a patient person by nature. So I deserved a reward for the restraint I had shown. The sound of his zipper lowering caught my attention. The lava started to trickle down my legs again.
“Is this what you want, pretty girl?” He stepped up, smearing his pre-cum on my lips. I moaned embarrassingly loud.
“Yes! More!” I demanded. He presented his cock to my tongue.  It stroked something unfamiliar. Was it a piercing? Bracing myself on his thick thighs, I fished for the object. Yep, he was pierced. Fuck me.
I expertly lavished it with my tongue, paying homage to this rock god. Maybe his cock deserved its own zip code? This was a locale I wanted to move to—like, now. Pushing forward, I sought his engorged bell. Licking, flickering, and tonguing at break-neck speed to the best of my ability, I made him roar. He ripped the scarf off, freeing my eyes from their prison. Sight was returned—though I couldn’t see a fucking thing. Squinting, I looked up toward his beautiful face; it was twisted in agony. He needed release. His eyes sparking with warning, he looked as if his thread-like hold on reality was virtually nonexistent. A sardonic smile pulled on his lips as he continued stroking his cock. Up. Down. Up. Twist. Down. Release. Up. Twist. Down. Release. His left hand squeezed his tightened sack roughly, his eyes glistening. His tongue snaked out to wet his plump lips. His sooty-lashed eyes closed for a moment as he blew out a long breath, battling for control. I gulped—hard. Something sparkly caught my upturned eyes, bringing my gaze back to his sack.
“Like what you see, babe?” He smiled proudly. It was then I noticed his tatted dick. Whoa. His cock was a kaleidoscope of vivid colors. The body of the dragon was done in green with the underside in orange scales, running the entire length of his cock, ending with the dragon’s head on his dick-head. His Apadravya shined brightly against the dragon’s head, looking like it was coming out of its mouth. His Mons provided the backdrop for the wings. I didn’t have enough time at the moment to quell my fascination. He was a work of art that I intended to worship fully.  I was over-stimulated visually, tilting my head awkwardly left, then right. What was that? I wasn’t naïve. I knew there were guys who pierced the head of their dick. Shit. One was right in front of me. But all along the dragon’s scaled underside were generous loops. Can’t say I ever saw that or even heard of that before.
“It’s called frenum loops, or Jacob’s ladder, babe. The one through my head is an Apadravya. You’ll be thanking me soon for it.” His toothy smile made me blush at my naïveté. He took my lip-licking as a signal for further instruction in How to Suck Abel’s Cock 101.
“Relax. Open real wide. Get it nice and wet,” he instructed. Relaxing my gag reflex, I readied my throat for his invasion. Not only did I have to worry about his girth, but his hardware as well. My mouth was desert-dry, so I pursed my lips to conjure up enough saliva to get the job done. The wide tip of his cock made its way past my lips, netting a groan from me of appreciation for this male. I lavished the small beads of pre-come on my tongue, relishing his heady taste. God damn. His hooded eyes caught mine as I acquiesced. I closed my eyes and sucked his head hard with a quick swirl around his Apadravya. I spit into my palm, pumping his cock once. Twice. A throaty groan made my clit swell. I loved his male sounds. I knew I was doing this right. I wanted more. More of him. More of that noise. Widening my mouth even further, I took his cock deeply. Paying close attention to his Jacob’s ladder with my tongue. The jingling within my mouth had me shuddering. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Tongue. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. His fingers found their home deeply embedded in my scalp, the pain making my eyes mist. Licking from base to tip, I was on repeat. His eyes bore into me, watching me intently, appreciatively.
Though I didn’t see him watching me, I knew he was. One final, swirling suck. I let my lips pop loudly. Making jerking sounds of wetness, I tried the impossible:  to swallow him. Breathing through my nose, I watched. He watched. I swallowed. The thickness of his cock swelling was all the indication I needed. He was ready to blow—hard. My throat relaxed and opened to accommodate his girth further. Abel hissed his thankfulness by thrusting deeply. Once. Twice. Three times. He growled loudly, face-fucking me into oblivion. Surprising even myself, I swallowed his gift of spicy goodness, humming my appreciation to this deity. Swallowing it down and suck-tonguing his Apadravya, I inwardly smiled as I milked every last drop of elixir.
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With a final groan I fell back and let the fibers of the rug absorb my fatigue. Mentally and physically, I was wiped out. I rubbed my fingers through the filaments, trying desperately to soothe my restless soul. At the moment, I didn’t care where his was or what he was doing. His gentle fingers caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes, savoring his touch.
“Oh, babe, we’re not done. Come, I’ll carry you to my bedroom.” He bent and scooped me up. Swaddled in his arms, I caught the look in his hooded eyes. A few long strides, and we were in his bedroom. He gently laid me on his king size bed, then stepped back.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower. Care to join?” He motioned his hand to the bathroom in invitation.
“Nah, I’m good here for now. You go. If I change my mind, I’ll find you.” I smiled sleepily.
He nodded and left through the en-suite. Raising myself up to my forearms, I took in his room. So this is his room here. Monochromatic black and white made up a majority of his palate choice, aside from his poppy-red, silk shantung comforter. Everything was simple, yet elegant. It was clear to me that Abel sought home comforts and swathed the hotel room with his possessions. I guess a life on the road was a lonely one. Cocooning myself in the lush bedding, I concluded there was no better place. And no better thing than his scent. Lord above, if I could bottle his essence, I’d be a wealthy chick.  Grabbing his pillow, I brought it to my nose, inhaling his heady alpha scent. A groan escaped me, and my clit was beyond engorged, it needed release. I needed to steal this pillow.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, his smile reaching his eyes. I cursed inwardly. Busted. He abruptly reached for my legs and pulled me across the bed. Holy shit. His eyes were alit with mischief. He pulled until my bottom was at the end of the bed. I laid there naked and started to feel self-conscious. I turned to grab the edge of the comforter.
“Don’t hide your body from me, Gia. Spread your legs for me. I want to see what’s mine. I want to taste your nectar,” he commands and I obey, spreading my legs. When he doesn’t respond, I get anxious. There’s a mirror on the wall next to the bed and I can see my reflection. What a turn on. Me watching him—us--as his eyes devoured my pussy. He removed his towel from his waist and turned to see me watching tentatively through the mirror. He grabbed hold of his thick cock, stroking and smiling as he watched me for a good long-ass minute. It was one big mind fuck—and I could barely hold my own. My blood boiled while I watched his erotic exhibition. Boy, was he a showman. He knelt down and seized both my thighs, pulling them back into a V across my chest. The image of us in the mirror is suggestive. He pressed his nose along my pussy, inhaling deeply.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Gia. I’m a man starved for this pussy. When I’m done, I’m going to fuck you like the devil. My cock will be everything you’ve wished for, babe!” He winked. Cocky motherfucker. Holding my legs in place, he dove face-first into my pussy, pushing his tongue deep inside me—growling, devouring. The sounds of him sucking, licking, and nipping my pussy had my muscles locking up. I reached for his hair. I needed to touch him. I wanted to hold his head to my pussy until I was good and ready to let go.
“Gia, put your damn hands above your head or I will tie you to the bed,” he growled. I acquiesced. I would fucking die or kill someone if he stopped. Oh God, don’t stop.
“God has no place here, babe.” His voice was demonic. Did I just say that aloud? Never lifting his face from his meal, he pushed my knees almost flush against my chest, lathering his face in my juice. Oh, God. His growling, biting, and sucking were sounds I would never forget. He was feral. Possessed. Using two fingers, he started finger fucked me as he sucked my clit. My legs were shaking with deep vibrations and I started to rock my hips. Twisting the comforter in my hands, I started to scream my release. He didn’t stop. I barely registered the rumbling from his chest as I floated back down to earth. My eyes opened to a savage beast, leaning over to bite my inner thing. I yelped in surprise. He stood tall and proud, stoking his long, thick, massive cock; his face still glistening with my cum. Nothing registered to this alpha. He had one thing on his mind and that was sinking his gorgeous cock into my soaked pussy.
“You want this cock now, babe?” he asked through gritted teeth.  Still stroking his cock, he spit in his hand. Fucking hell.
“Please, Abel. I want you now,” I begged. I needed him now.
“Need to hear you say it, babe. Tell me you want me to sink my cock deep into you.” His voice was barely audible.
The grit in his tone had me wanting to grab his dick and fuck myself with it. He was watching me closely, his control threadbare.
“Abel, fuck me with that big gorgeous cock of yours. Grind that piercing over my clit,” I hissed. That did it! He couldn’t wait another minute—neither could I. He teased the entrance with the head of his cock. Going agonizingly slow, he paid special attention to my clit with his Apadravya; back and forth, round and round. The pressure mounted. I couldn’t handle another second of the exquisite torture. I leaned forward and grabbed his cock—hard.
“Stop fucking with me, fucker, and fuck me already,” I pleaded. He answered by feeding me his cock—one motherfucking inch at a time.
“I have to loosen you up a bit. I can’t go balls deep yet. Let me work myself in there. Love my girls greedy for my cock. Gets me harder than fucking stone,” he growled breathlessly. Leaning over me, his eyes hooded, he fed me his delicious, scorching cock. He leaned down over my face, arms positioned on either side of my head. His warm breath hummed in my ear as his hand reached down to stroke my clit.
“Come on, babe. Open for me,” he rumbled. His thrusting became a bit harder and quicker, and I felt my body opening up for this mythical creature. My eyes closed tightly and I tried to wrap my legs around his waist to lock him in place.
“Not yet, babe. I haven’t worked in my rings yet. I’ll tell you when you need to hang on.” He nipped my ear. I sighed. Fuck, I thought he was all the way in. Christ, I’m not built for this kind of torment. I reached down to his butt cheeks and clamped down with my hands, pulling him deeper into me. He corkscrewed his ass over and over. I screamed my pleasure.
“That’s it, mama. Scream for me. You’ll be doing a lot more of that,” he exclaimed. Biting my lip to stay present and not float away, I took a mental screenshot of this moment. I felt so full. My walls stretched to accommodate his girth. With each thrust, he sank deeper. And I fell a little harder. Yeah, I was fucked. Literally. The sound of my blood pumping through my veins roared in my ears. I couldn’t tell if it was my breathing or his that echoed around me. It was a hodgepodge of ecstasy. He placed his hands over mine, pinning them above my head.
“Arch your back for me, babe, and spread those pretty legs nice and wide. I’m going to own this pussy right the fuck now,” he hissed. I did as he asked, completely submitting. After all, this was what he asked for: complete and utter submission.
“That’s it, babe. Offer me that sweet cunt,” he whispered. How did he make my least favorite word sound like a fucking sonnet? I felt so incredible—so alive, our bodies in tune with one another, rutting rhythmically in a crescendo of lust. His frenum rings hitting spots I’ve never sensed before, he manipulated my body with expert precision. I regarded his handsome face, relishing this beautiful man on top of me. His eyes bore into me with stealth precision. Looking directly into my soul, he smiled wickedly, then kissed me deeply. Arrogant prick. Yeah, he knew he was the best ride in town. Fuck me.
Grinding my heels into the mattress to get better leverage, I met him thrust for thrust. He moved his fingers from my clit. With his other hand still pinning my arms above my head, he pushed my right thigh up from under my knee. Just then, he hit a whole new angle and I lost it. Screaming his name, I clenched my pussy, squeezing his cock. As he jack-hammered me, I felt his head swell further. He released my hands, rushing to his knees. After a few long strokes of his dick, his hot, thick ropes of cum painted my tits and stomach. Yeah, he was an artist, all right. His eyes were closed, his mouth parted. His breathing was hurried, his body still. He looked like a fucking god—absolutely stunning. I will never get this image out of my head.
He finally opened his eyes—to see his handiwork, watching me closely. I smiled in post-coital bliss. I was blissed the fuck out. He leaned over and on top of me, kissing me with his full lips, coaxing my mouth open with his talented, wicked tongue, and not caring that his cum was smeared all over his body. Most men would mind. But he wasn’t most men.  I accepted with a moan.
He kissed me for a long while until sleep drew me under. I slept without dreams, with just the sensation floating behind my eyes of colorful, pastel swirls. I barely had a conscious thought; it felt much akin to Alice and the rabbit hole. My body was enveloped in his scent, marking me right down to the bone. I would forever be his—whether he knew it or not. His to control. His to do with as he wished. His to consume, to eat away at my very soul. I was in that deep. My veins ran with his essence, the fuel, the nourishment that my body craved. His melodic gritty voice carried me to the surface of consciousness. It was faint, but spoke to my heart—awakening me. I opened my eyes, seeking him out. He was singing an acappella version of …? What song was that? I knew it wasn’t one of Lethal Abel’s. I listened keenly, searching for any frame of reference. Oh, I knew what it was!  It was his cover of “Dark Horse.” His had an edge to it. Nonetheless, it was beautiful.  And more importantly, it was quintessential Abel. He mastered everything he did. It was always on his terms.
“Make me your cupid—
Make me your one and only
But don’t make me your enemy, your enemy, your enemy
So you wanna play with magic
Girl, you should know what you’re falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
‘Cause I’m coming at you like a dark horse
Are you ready for a perfect storm, a perfect storm?
‘Cause once you’re mine, there’s no going back …”
(Listen to OLN’s version of Dark Horse here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKVknRFEhpc.)
Oh, God. His version of reality was quickly becoming mine. I laid back down and let his voice pull me back under again, swathing me in his gravelly tones—carrying me to him.
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I grew up reading Judy Blume, and Nancy Drew books. I was raised in the town of North Valley Stream, New York(Long Island), and attended community college for fashion design. At 19 years old I opened a boutique. Recently, I published my second novel Beautiful Lies(erotica). Saving Abel(Erotic-Rock-Romance) will be my third and will be published June 30th. When I'm not writing, you can find me with friends and family. I live in Massapequa, NY with my two beautiful boys PJ and Drew, and our Mastiff Hercules. Reading has always been a passion and obsession. You can usually find me typing furiously while shouting obscenities over my latest WIP. My guilty pleasures are: a good laugh, being snarky, espresso, Pistachio ice-cream, alternative music, sunflower seeds, I.P.A's, Twizzlers, and above all steamy swooning angst filled novels. I'm pathologically obsessed with True Blood(Eric ;), Games of Thrones, White Queen, Vampire Diaries, Resurrection, and The Originals. If you'd like to chat. Hit me up on Facebook or twitter.

 

 



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