Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Hump Day HUMP... Executive Decisions (book 3 One Night Only)

Sophie sat back limp -- still against Hawk’s chest -- and let the world slowly come back to her. Her ears rang and her vision was still narrowed as the last ebbs of her orgasm passed. As her hearing slowly returned to normal, she was aware of the male chuckling surrounding her.

“Absolutely beautiful.” Hawk’s deep voice made her insides rumble like the bass did when her radio was cranked up too loud. “I knew there was a passionate woman in there. She puts her whole heart into everything she does -- there was no way sex would be any different.”

When she finally decided to try to focus on something, Raven’s face was the first thing she saw. And he looked terrifyingly aroused.

“Wow.” There she was again. That bumbling adolescent with a crush. She could actually hear the points ticking off her I.Q. No, wait! That was her pounding heart. Either way, she should have been able to come up with something more intelligent to say than “wow.”

Like maybe, “Your tongue on my clit was absolutely wonderful.” Maybe not. How about, “Now, I wanna fuck your brains out. I’ve dreamed of it for years, and I’m getting your grandmother’s money’s worth tonight.”

Instead, she’d said “wow,” and for the life of her, she couldn’t form the words for anything else. She felt drowsy. Like she’d had too much to drink. She took a couple of long, deep breaths and felt better. She must have hyperventilated. Her head cleared, but she was getting mellow and sleepy. Could one get high on sex?

In any event, she didn’t think she could move. Fortunately, she didn’t have to worry about it very long. Raven moved to her side and scooped her up. She cried out when Hawk’s cock slipped out of her, leaving her feeling empty.

She clung to Raven because, though she knew this was one night only and they weren’t obligated beyond this one evening, she didn’t want this to be the end. She’d loved them most of her life. How could she possibly go back to the way things had been?

Before she could move too far into the uncertain future, Raven laid her back on the bed and covered her with his large body. “Don’t, Sophie.” He slid his fingers into her hair and forced her to look at him as he positioned himself at her moist entrance. “Don’t think past this moment.”

He sheathed himself with a condom and sank into her, this time with no pain. Sophie cried out in joy to feel the fullness of him moving within her, and knew she’d never feel this way about anyone else. She turned her head and saw Hawk. He watched her intently, and she was acutely aware of the bouncing of her breasts with each thrust Raven made.

“I need you, too,” she whispered. “I want you both inside me.”

Hawk frowned, as if the thought displeased him, then he said, “Open your mouth for me, little Sophie. Take me that way.”

She eagerly did as he asked, taking his cock when he moved next to her and laid the heavy member on her lips. She tasted herself on him, and her pussy contracted at the erotic taste. Raven lay more fully on top of her, kissing her neck and throat, licking a flaming path over flesh as he fucked her at his leisure.

Both men groaned and encouraged her, and she could only imagine what she looked like, lying there taking her pleasure as they took theirs. Hawk’s cock slid into her mouth about halfway before he pulled out only to gently move back inside. She sucked in on every stroke, her cheeks hollowing when he pulled out. He was long, and she couldn’t take more than half of him comfortably, but it was a delicious experience. She felt heady and very powerful.

Salty liquid leaked from the tip, and she moved her tongue to capture every drop as she sucked him. It wasn’t long before his moans became more urgent and his breathing erratic. He tried to pull away from her, but Sophie grabbed the base of his cock with her hand and refused to let him pull back.

“I’m going to come, Sophie. Let me out.” Hawk sounded almost desperate.
She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. She wanted his seed inside her the only way they’d allow it.

“Oh, fuck!” With those words, Hawk’s seed erupted inside her mouth. Spurt after spurt hit the back of her throat faster than she could swallow. Excess leaked from one corner of her mouth, and she continued to suck him and swallow. The salty fluid wasn’t unpleasant, and again she felt the power of being a woman with a man she’d pleased.

“Son of a bitch, Hawk. You came inside her.” Raven’s movements were rapid and hard now. He pounded into her with enough force to move her slowly but steadily up the bed. “I can’t fucking believe you came…” His voice trailed off, and he buried his face in her neck. His grunts increased in volume with every thrust, as did her own pleasure. She tilted her pelvis, bringing her clit more in contact with his pubic bone, and by the time he lifted his head to shout his release, her own orgasm washed over her a second time, and she screamed right along with him.
Sweat suffused her body again and she trembled, clinging to Raven desperately, not wanting to let him go. She reached out blindly until she felt Hawk’s leg, and she gripped it as tightly as she could manage. She didn’t want to let either of them go.


With that last thought, she closed her eyes, sighed, and promptly fell asleep.

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Friday, May 24, 2013

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Illicit Mating

by Marteeka Karland

“We need to get one thing perfectly clear,” he continued, breathing just as hard as she was. “When I tell you to do something, there is usually a reason for it. Those men were hired mercenaries whose goal is to take over Lunar Colony 1 for whomever paid them.” He didn’t move off her, but kept her pinned on the bed. When she’d fallen, her legs had spread, and he was now wedged between them. “Kil and I are here not only to help in the construction of LC1, but to protect it from these mercs. We have no idea who is funding them, but we know they are well paid. As such, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who tries to stop them. That includes a foolish woman with no business fighting such men.”

Worr shifted his weight, flipping Gabrielle over before covering her body with his own once more. The glint of war was in his eyes, a fierce battle lust she knew would serve him well in a fight. Worr might seem calm and controlled, but she knew now he was a dangerous man. Unexpectedly, her belly tightened and her hips arched against his leg where it was wedged between hers. She’d almost been killed. Had probably killed the man she’d burned. Adrenaline still coursed through her, fed first by the violence in the corridor then by Worr’s reaction. All that energy needed to be let out. Now. If not, she was sure she’d lose her sanity.

Before she could stop to consider the consequences of what she was doing, Gabrielle grabbed a fistful of Worr’s hair and brought his mouth to hers. He didn’t resist, rather meeting her with a kiss of his own. His tongue plunged into her mouth, conquering, claiming, probably tasting the fear and excitement inside her just as she tasted it on him.
Worr lifted her further onto the bed, settling his body squarely between her spread thighs. Both were still fully clothed, but the instinct to mate seemed overpowering. All Gabrielle could think about was turning all the fear and terror inside her into pleasure in this man’s arms.

She kissed him back as greedily as he kissed her. Both vied for dominance, but Gabrielle knew there was no way this man would submit to her. Instead, she found she wanted to be at his mercy. When he was kissing her like this, touching her roughly through her suit as if he had the right to her, she found she wanted to give herself to him, to do whatever he needed in order to satisfy them both.

With impatient fingers, Worr unzipped her pressure suit and moved her clothing until he found the skin of her stomach. With a groan, he moved his battle-roughened hand up her belly to squeeze her breast through the material of her bra. He was rough with her, his touch not at all gentle, but he didn’t hurt her. There would probably be slight bruising later, but the sting only amplified her need. She arched into his touch, whimpering her desire for him, her legs locking around his hips as she struggled to bring herself the friction she needed.

“You will never, ever do that again, Gabrielle. Do you understand me?” He didn’t let her answer, but found her mouth again, kissing her so she couldn’t think straight. “You’re my woman. Mine to protect. You will never place yourself in that kind of danger again.” This time, he did pull back, giving her a little shake for emphasis. “Do you understand me?”
Gabrielle took several deep breaths, trying to bring some semblance of understanding back to her garbled mind. There was a reason she’d disobeyed him. She just had to make him understand.

“I only did it to protect you,” she managed. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to fuck! She needed this physical manifestation of their attraction to each other. She needed the release he promised with those drugging kisses.

Shock crossed his features, followed quickly by anger, then amusement. “You? Protect me?” He rolled off her to prop himself up on one arm. “You couldn’t protect yourself, much less a warrior of my status. All you need to do is what I tell you to. That and warm my bed at night. Follow those simple guidelines, and we’ll get along just fine.”

Oh $no he didn’t! The infuriating grin on his face was her undoing. Where she’d found it charming and devastating before, now she found it arrogant and... $male!

She got to her feet, sliding off the bed as smoothly as she could, ignoring him completely. Shrugging out of her suit, she found he’d removed his body armor and come up behind her, keeping his distance, but obviously expecting them to pick up where they’d left off if the bulge between his legs was any indication.

“Just so we’re clear,” Gabrielle said softly, “what exactly is it I’m supposed to do again?”
“What I tell you and warm my bed at night.” He replied without hesitation. Obviously, she didn’t look like any threat to him.

“That’s what I thought you said.”

Worr took a step toward her. At the same time, Gabrielle swung an open-handed slap at his face, connecting with a satisfying $smack.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Welcome to Hillbilly Hell

Ok, so. My husband tells me this morning...

"They're having a sale on meat at the Piggly Wiggly today. You should go by and see if they have anything that looks good."

Now, my first mistake was in thinking it could be so simple as a "sale on meat" at the Piggly Wiggly. But, we're poor folk and I'm always game for a sale on meat. Especially at the Piggly Wiggly because they buy local meat and it's always fresh and flavorful. So I go.

My second mistake was in seeing the big signs that say "Old Fashioned Days!" and continuing on, thinking I'm sure it's a thing in town. The Piggly Wiggly will be practically deserted.

So, I pull into the parking lot... and into Hillbilly Hell. (that's an affectionate term.)

I should back up and say, I live in rural Kentucky. Northern folk consider Kentucky a Southern state. However, Kentucky was neutral during The War, so Southern folk don't claim us either. We are our own entity nestled in the hills and I've come to realize that we are strange probably to keep both the North and South out of our hills.

So. Piggly Wiggly. Old Fashioned Days. Me just going to get meat.

First think I see when I pull in the parking lot is an old car show. Which consist of about six cars all polished up with the hoods popped so guys can stare and point like they actually know what the hell they're looking at. (yes. some were "cracking") (if you don't know what that is... you're probably better off.)

I continue on and see a Corn Hole game going on with people standing around cheering like it's the last leg of the Kentucky Derby only to find out that the elderly gentlemen with the corn cob pipe, bib overalls, and three teeth in his head landed four corn sacks directly into the hole cut out on the wooden ramp he was tossing them toward. (hence the name. Corn. Hole.)

I get inside and they employees were in various stages of "old fashioned" dress. The women either had on poodle skirts and pink t-shirts or their pink satin jackets with "Pink Ladies" on the back. The men were a little more conservatively dressed with their lime green t-shirts with "Old Fashioned Days" on the front and "Piggly Wiggly" emblazoned on the back.

Then there was the booth where the kiddies could have their picture made with the Piggly Wiggly mascot.

That really needs no explanation.

Me, calling  Mr. Me: "I can't believe you did this to me."

Mr. Me: "What."

"You could have warned me!"

"No clue what you mean."

"Old Fashioned Days???"

"Ohhhh... that. Well, if I'd told you that was the reason for the sale, you wouldn't have gone."


"Well, I wasn't going."

"So you dumped me in hell?"

"Better you than me."

click... i hang up.

phone rings... my ringtone is by Rammstein. everyone is looking at me like a devil worshiper in the middle of an Elvis concert.


"While you're there, could you pick me up some Skol?"


At this point, I'm starting to have a panic attack. I got ribs, a huge mother of a pork loin, two family packs of ribeye steaks, pork chops, a family pack of chicken breasts... all for under $50. Woo hoo.

 On the plus side. The barbecue ribeye sandwich from Phat Boy Joe's BBQ was pretty good...

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Badland Savages: The Fin

by Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod
In the Badlands, women are rare, no matter the species. For the Fin, there are no females except those they can seduce... or steal.

The time had come for Que, King of the Fin, Raf, Right Hand of the King, and Kor, Master of the Guard, to find a queen. Not from the corrupt lands ruled by humans striving for a second chance to ruin the Earth for once and for all. Their queen has to be pure of heart and as courageous as any warrior. Like the Rebels, the humans who reject the lies of their own kind to carve out a new life in lands rife with danger.

More dangers than death lurk under the sea in the Badlands. And learning to swim won't help you escape.

This was $so not a good idea. The second his tongue found its way inside her mouth, Aereal lost all sanity. She’d been kissed before, but never like this. This man meant to claim her, to steal her mind, body, and soul. Warm, rough hands trailed over her skin in a gentle caress while he kissed her, creating even more sensations she didn’t know how to process. All at once, her body was wound tight, like a fishing line with a monster fish on the end of it. She wanted to fight just as hard, knowing her very life was at stake, but she couldn’t find the strength. She wanted $this. She wanted the pleasure he was promising with his body.
As she tried to get a grip on her emotions, her body was stripped of her remaining underwear. Kor and Raf flanked her, hands and lips roaming every hollow and shadow of her body. One nipped gently at the underside of her bottom while the other licked a blazing trail from thigh to hip. Que framed her face with his hands, cupping her head as he angled her where he wanted.
Que towered over her, dwarfing her own sturdy frame with his much larger one. Heavy muscles all over his body let her know he was more than a coddled king. This man was a warrior. Strong. As were his brothers in arms. Raf might have been an advisor, but he was every bit as powerful as the Master of the Guard, Kor. None of them were men to be trifled with. And they were playing her body like a finely tuned instrument.
They backed her up to the bed, and Aereal found herself climbing on top of the massive structure. She expected them to follow her and pushed herself back, but Que hooked his arms around her thighs and pulled her to the edge. The other two stood to the side, stroking themselves, eyes fixed on her.
That was when she realized what Que intended. Aereal tried to close her legs, but he held her firmly, a deep, rumbling growl coming from his throat. Que pushed her thighs wide, opening her fully to his hungry gaze. The man actually licked his lips, and sweat broke out over Aereal’s body. She was no virgin, but what this man was considering she’d never even conceived.
Again, she tried to force her thighs closed and when he still held her, she covered her pussy with her hands. Or tried to. Kor and Raf caught her wrists in firm but gentle hands and pulled them away. Aereal was suddenly trembling uncontrollably.
“I can’t...”
“Yes, you can,” Raf murmured next to her ear. “You can do this because you are the woman who will be our queen.” He nipped her earlobe before taking it between his lips and sucking gently. “Besides, he will bring you much pleasure.”
Aereal was breathing too fast. She knew she was hyperventilating but couldn’t seem to get herself under control. She hadn’t been this nervous her first time. That hadn’t been a life-changing event. This would be.
Que didn’t seem to be able to pull his gaze away from her cunt. Slowly, with great purpose, he lowered his head to her and made a long swipe with the flat of his tongue from her opening to her clit[KK1] . Aereal screamed, arching off the bed but trying instinctively to pull away from him. Que held her down with an arm across her hips, pinning her in place as he lowered his head a second time.
“Don’t fight him, little pearl. Let him pleasure you,” Kor soothed. He smoothed her hair back before settling his lips over hers, kissing her gently but thoroughly. The combination of Kor kissing her, Raf blowing gently in her ear, and Que doing decidedly wicked things to her pussy was almost too much for Aereal. Sure, she’d had sex before, but sex didn’t cover this. This was more. It was mind-numbing pleasure unlike she’d ever imagined, and they hadn’t even gotten started yet.
“Too much,” she gasped out even as Que closed his mouth over her tingling and throbbing pussy. She arched off the bed again, this time struggling in earnest. “This isn’t going to work... ah!”
Que flicked her clit, fluttering the sensitive nub with his tongue. Her whole lower body tingled and coiled tightly. She felt like she might explode, and she wasn’t entirely sure it was a bad thing. She did know she was in over her head.
“Just relax.” Kor ran his hand over her head again, wrapping the strands of her hair through his fingers. “Give yourself to us.”
She wanted to protest, to insist she couldn’t do this, but her body silenced her mouth. Her senses overrode her better judgment. She knew she was damned, but she couldn’t find it in her to care much. With one shuddering sigh, she closed her eyes and just... let go.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Recommendation... Knights of the Ruby Order by Kate Hill

Book 3 in the Knights Of The Ruby Order series

Sparrow, a former princess, never liked palace life. She's much happier working her farm with her best friend and former nanny, Shea-Ann. Only when Sparrow's gentle heart forces her to buy the hated pirate Lock the White, who is suffering unspeakable torture at the slave auction, does the real trouble start.

Rough, tough, and spiteful, Lock seems to despise Sparrow for saving his life. Only Lock knows the truth he doesn't want to admit. He's in love with the independent young farmer whose tender touches and mouth-watering curves are driving him toward the last thing he wants: redemption.


Now, I'm not normally one to advertise for EC, (incident long before I ever even thought about penning my first novel) but I can't leave this sitting there. If you haven't seen Kate Hill's Knights of the Ruby Order series, you really need to check them out. They're erotic, but not overly so. The hero and heroine really love each other almost from the first -- when they care to admit it -- and, well, they're just hot.

There is plenty of action (both sexual and non-sexual) and I fell in love with every single character I read about. (though, I have to admit to Lock being my favorite. :P)

So far, there are five books that I can find. I'm hoping there will be more... *hint hint Kate...*

Additionally, when ever I think of Blaze, this is the guy I see.

What?? Just saying!
(Paul Bettany for those who don't know him.)

Monday, May 6, 2013

Lawman's Pleasure: Hump Day HUMP

Some men are to be feared. Some men are just pure badass motherfucker rolled in a healthy dose of don't-fuck-with-me. Obadiah Matlock is somewhere between the latter and Satan-himself-is-terrified.

Megan Tully isn’t scared of him, though. When Obadiah pulls her over for speeding, she does what any self-respecting woman in her position would do. She bribes him with sex.

Now she’s at the mercy of the Lawman’s Pleasure. She’s got a feeling it will be worth the trouble.


Once the door was shut and locked and Megan had Obadiah right where she wanted him, she advanced on him. It was comical to see the big man back away from her as if she were a threat.
"What's the matter? Scared of little ole me?"
"I don't think this is proper..."
"Of course it's not proper. Does that mean you're not going to do it?" She quirked an eyebrow, still moving toward him. He stopped when he reached the wall of her living room. Smiling, Megan slid her fingers up the front of his chest again, fingering the buttons, itching to undo them and see that powerful body of his.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Damned if his husky whisper didn't send an electric thrill straight to her cunt. Megan wanted to jump him right there. Wrap her legs around him and just take him.
"Well, I've had practice. I certainly hope I have it figured out by now."
With that, Obadiah pulled Megan to him, whirling her around so she slammed into the wall with almost jarring force. "Don't taunt me, woman," he growled. "I'm not in the mood. You're already in enough trouble."
And just like that, Obadiah Matlock was the Alpha male everyone knew him to be. Yes, Obadiah was not one to be fucked with. Though Megan totally intended to fuck him. Just not in the same way. She smiled at her own naughty thoughts.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to spank me then."

Spank her? Was she fucking kidding? Obadiah had had all he could take. He prided himself on his control, but honestly, how much was a man supposed to endure before he took the carrot a woman dangled in front of him? His lips found hers in a brutal kiss. One meant to punish more than seduce. He was way past the seducing part. Following her home had been the worst mistake he'd ever made. In the privacy of her house, the intimacy it afforded, there was no way he could keep his hands off her. Hell, he didn't even want to try.

Fortunately, Megan seemed to have the same problem. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt before simply yanking it open. Buttons flew in all directions as she pulled his undershirt from his pants and up his torso. Her hands slid underneath the shirt easily, sliding up his body only to rake down his pecs in a sensual abrasion.

Obadiah lifted his head and bared his teeth. There was no way he was getting out of this with his virtue intact. Like he fucking cared! He'd wanted Megan since puberty. He might not be able to keep her, but he was damned sure taking what she offered.

Eagerly, he whipped the silky top she wore over her head. Flawless milk chocolate skin greeted him. Her breasts were barely contained in the lacy bra. Ridding her of that one little thing seemed the most important thing in the world. Thank God she had a front clasp. There was no way he'd have been able to fumble with a back clasp and would have had to leave the scrap of material. He didn't want that. He wanted Megan naked when he fucked her.

The tempting peaks of her nipples were too much of a beacon. Calling to him like a siren, Megan urged him to her breasts, threading her fingers in his hair and pulling him to her. Obadiah sank to his knees, cupping the rounded mounds in each hand, sucking and licking at the hard peaks while she writhed and cried out.

God! He'd never been with a woman so responsive! This was a woman who wanted the pleasures he offered. She saw something in him she desperately wanted and Obadiah was more than willing to indulge her.


Sunday, May 5, 2013

Sunday Snog: Gloria's Man

Valentine's Day sucks. At least it does this year after Gloria catches her boyfriend in a kinky ménage à trios- and in her own damn bed. The sorry son of a-

Refusing to be broken and never one to wallow in self pity, Gloria rejects the notion of just sitting there feeling sad. Dusting herself off, she put on her hottest outfit and heads to the hottest club in town. Cheat on her would he? He was soooo lucky she hadn’t made the dangerous mistake of falling in love. At least not with her no good cheating now ex-boyfriend. The last thing she expect however is Russian billionaire Raulf Lundgrin and his very keen interest in her.

But what could a man who could -- and quite frequently did -- have any woman he wants possibly want with her? Her body, of course. And Raulf is out to make this the most memorable Valentine's Day Gloria has ever had. Isn’t he lucky she was in the mood to let him?


Raulf growled and simply scooped her up in his arms. She squealed, but he ignored her, climbing the long winding staircase as if she weighed no more than a child.


"No," he said, not looking at her, but focused intently on the top of the stairs. "You will not leave. Not tonight. Tomorrow, if you still want to go home, I'll take you."

"I really don't think that's the best option." Lord! Why had she drunk so much? She wasn't drunk by any means, but she was a little too buzzed to make rational decisions. Like now. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, and he smelled so good...

Before she realized what she was doing, she had buried her face in his neck and inhaled deeply. After that, his earlobe beckoned her and she took it between her teeth, tugging gently before sucking it gently with her lips.

She had no idea how they made it to his bedroom, but the next thing she knew, he was laying her down, covering her with his big body. He pressed himself between her legs so that his cock brushed her thinly covered pussy. Mouth fused to his, she clutched at him, tugging his shirt up so she could get to the bare skin of his back. She needed him naked!

Raulf pressed against her aggressively, catching her hands and pinning them above her head. His other hand found the hem of her blouse and slid his way upward to her bare breast, cupping it in his large palm. Gloria arched into him, crying out softly when he broke their kiss. Kissing his way down her neck to the swell of the breast he so lovingly squeezed, Raulf blazed a trail of fire along her skin. She creamed for him, throbbed and ached for him. God! Sex had never been like this! Was it the alcohol? She didn't know. All Gloria knew was that she needed more. More of Raulf. More of everything.

He buried his face in the soft skin of her belly, nuzzling her there, licking the slight indenture of her belly button. Gloria held her breath, knowing he'd lift her skirt and feast on her. He undid the zipper at her hip, slid the leather down her legs. For a moment, he sat back on his heels and simply looked at her. There was such hunger in his gaze Gloria thought she might just go up in flames from that smoldering look.

"God, I want those long legs wrapped around my waist. I want you clad only in those fuck-me boots while I take you." His voice was husky and thick with his own need. Gloria was woman enough to recognize the primitive call of man to woman. Whatever else happened, in this moment, Raulf Lundgrin wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him.