Author KT Grant

Coming Soon: A Bid For Love: (1 Night Series)

2012-01-18T13:30:00.000-08:00

Coming February 14th from Decadent Publishing.

A Bid For Love (Part of the 1 Night Stand series)

Synposis: Anthony Conlin is a forty-one year old workaholic in love with his twenty-nine year old neighbor, Reece Whitmore, who looks like he belongs on the cover of GQ magazine. Anthony longs for Reece to the point of obsession, but doesn’t think he stands a chance because of their difference in age, his graying hair and a less than rock hard physique.

When Anthony’s friend, Jagger Castillo urges Anthony to try the matching services of One Night Stand, Anthony still refuses because of his crush on Reece. But Jagger, along with the help of Madame Evangeline, the owner of the 1NS has something up their sleeves to make certain Anthony and Reece finally get together.

A charity auction sets the stage and rolls into motion a night Anthony and Reece will never forget.

Excerpt...

The ride up to the fortieth floor was pure torture. Although they were alone in the elevator, they stood so close together their shoulders brushed. Sweat trickled down Anthony’s back and he shifted his legs to ease his throbbing hard-on. A minute more and he’d have his hands down Reece’s pants and him back against the wall.

The doors opened with a ding and his shoulders relaxed in relief.

“Are you okay?” Reece frowned, staring at him as they walked out of the elevator and down the hall. “Your face is red.”

“Stuffy in there. I don’t like closed-in spaces,” he mumbled and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

Reece slid the key card into the lock. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about confined spaces much longer.”

Anthony followed him into a room double the size of his condo. The floor-to ceiling windows provided a breathtaking view of the glittering Vegas skyline. In the center of the room was a hot tub big enough for six people. A full bar and a table covered with a sumptuous array of candies, cakes, and other dessert items stood off to their left.

“Would you get a load of this.” Reece wandered into the bedroom and inspected one of the plush maroon pillows. He sat on the bed and bounced. “Pretty durable.”

He tried not to stare at the king size bed with a cherry wood headboard, and airy comforter most likely hiding high quality cotton bed sheets that would whisper against a sleeping person’s skin. Cutting off a groan, he walked over to the bar where a pair of iced champagne bottles bracketed a dish of chocolate-covered strawberries, a favorite of his. Reece re-entered the room, kicked off his shoes, and removed his socks.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going in the hot tub.” Reece began unbuttoning his shirt slowly as his eyes beckoned him to follow his lead.

Anthony focused on one of the strawberries. Clothes dropped to the floor, and then a deep, satisfied groan, and a small splash. He peered over his shoulder to find Reece, eyes closed and head resting against the edge of the tub, a satisfied expression on his handsome face.

I bet that’s how he looks after a night of lovemaking.

Xavier's Loving Arms

2011-12-07T19:30:00.000-08:00

"This book takes some very real and troubling issues, and handles them perfectly. The girl gets the guy and a happy ending. Every woman who has struggled with body issues or an eating disorder needs this message of hope."- Penelope's Romance Reviews

"I wasn’t sure how I’d do with Xavier but after reading it, I’d like to have his pretend babies".- Writings of a Wicked Book Addict

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Synopsis: Xavier Marks has the looks, great job, and more than enough money to throw around. The only thing missing is a woman by his side. He hasn’t had much luck in love since he caught his fiancée cheating on him, and isn’t too happy about his current bachelor status. But that may all change when a cute barista from a coffee shop catches his eye. Perhaps she can help him lick his wounds?

Life hasn’t always been too kind to Rebecca Price. With a grandmother suffering from dementia, and the threat of foreclosure on her childhood home, she may have no choice but to turn to a possessive ex-boyfriend who won’t settle for anything less than marriage. She hides a shameful secret that still threatens to destroy her. She’s ready to give up all hope when a suave, yet seemingly kind-hearted man enters her life and comes to her rescue.

Rebecca is wary of placing her trust in Xavier, who wants to be more than a shoulder for her to lean on. But as the two grow close, Rebecca’s guilt over her past discretions continue to haunt her. Xavier wants to show Rebecca that the one place she can feel whole and at peace is in his loving arms.

Excerpt...

Tonight would be all for her. She pressed a palm on her stomach; a warm, fluttery feeling increased between her legs. On her drive, the throbbing had begun, and she’d rubbed her thighs back and forth to stop the funny sensation there. It had been so long since she’d experienced such a twinge. With her head held high, she opened the door to the restaurant and strutted in, scanning the room. A stone wall surrounded a small waterfall splashing into a pool. Sparkling coins lay at the bottom, and she reached into her coat pocket and found a quarter.

“For good luck,” she whispered, flinging the coin into the water.

She bypassed a small number of people waiting near the hostess station and strolled into the bar. A tall, black woman wearing a tight vest and red tie mixed drinks, chatting up the lone customer. She laughed and tossed her head, holding out a small piece of paper. Xavier shook his head at her.

His tan slacks and long sleeved white shirt, rolled up under his elbows, showed off his dark skin tone. The bimbo with her short, spiky hair leaned over, showing off her flat stomach and perky chest. Becca pulled off her coat, jerked her bodice down low to show off her cleavage, and stomped to the bar.

At least I have bigger boobs than she does. She grinned widely when Xavier held up his hand to refuse the paper.

She approached him, placing her arm behind the back of his chair. “Hey there, gorgeous,” she greeted, glowering at the bartender.

“Hey, baby.” Xavier got up from his chair, and didn’t give her a welcoming hug, but something else altogether different that shocked the hell out of her. He swept her into a full blown kiss, his tongue swiping over her lips.

Vertigo set in and her breasts began throbbing painfully, her nipples constricting into tight, little buds. The kiss ended all too soon. He broke the contact with one last sweep of his lips and rubbed his nose against hers.

“Hello there,” he whispered, and pulled her in closer.

Her mind blank, she tried to process what had just happened. The bartender shrugged and turned her attention to some new patrons.

Xavier released her, eyes sparkling.

“Did you do that for her benefit?” she asked, not certain she wanted to hear the answer.

He grabbed his beer bottle and curved an arm around her waist. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for months. And don’t you dare think I would do that for anyone else’s benefit but my own. The bartender started talking to me after I ordered my drink. I’d mentioned I was meeting a beautiful lady for dinner, but she kept flirting and offered me her number in case things didn’t work out with you.” He rolled his eyes and guided her to the hostess.

“You’re so hot in that dress I couldn’t stop myself. I hope you’re not offended by my reaction.”

“No, not at all. It just came as a surprise.” Please kiss me again until I can’t breathe.

She hid her lust by giving Xavier a pat on the back.

“That’s a relief. I know how much you dislike aggressive men. I hope I never do anything to scare you away.”

Becca’s heart melted. He fiddled with the label on his bottle and stared at his feet. She wanted to wrap herself around him and return his kiss, perhaps this time with more tongue action. She wondered how he would react if she told him she didn’t want to run away, but quite the opposite.

Yule Be Mine: Volume 2

2011-11-19T15:04:00.000-08:00

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The Ghost of Vampire Present by Seleste deLaney – Jocelyn has finally found her knight in shining armor in Chad, and ghosts are the last thing on her mind. Even when one shows up in her bedroom on Christmas Eve, Jocelyn's a bit more concerned about the other guests on the agenda. She'd prefer to never see another vampire, and the ghost tells her to expect not one, but three… 

Last Christmas by A. Faris – ‘Tis the season to be merry…’ But not when you’re on the trail of a time insurgent, and facing a demon’s servant at every turn. For Nadine, Christmas is a jinx. Two deaths in the family and an estrangement, all on the blessed occasion, she spends every Christmas alone since. A knock on her door reveals a mysterious stranger, a stranger who kisses sweet, knows her soul and offers his heart with no reservations. Not everything is as it seems, however, with more at stake than Nadine thinks…

The Christmas Fantasy by KT Grant – On a mission to lose her virginity before her thirtieth birthday on Christmas Day, Mandy Lockeheart plans to seduce the only man she’s ever loved; her brother’s best friend, firefighter Jackson Montgomery. With the sexy new body she’s worked hard to earn, she’s certain she can convince him to fulfill her fantasies…

Unwrapping Scrooge by Anne Holly – Bestselling author Kale McKinnon is a modern Scrooge – eccentric, misanthropic and reclusive, made bitter by the coldness of his wealthy family. But when optimistic Canadian graduate student Molly Gillis visits Oxford and invades his space, he realizes Christmas is about to change for him forever. But can he make her stay, and force himself to un-Scrooge enough to be the right man for her? 

Scandal in the Wind

2011-11-04T11:08:00.000-07:00

"Lily and Rose's scenes and dialogues are very good, and the sexual encounters throughout the book have a lot of heat and fire." -Booked Up

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Synopsis: Lily Odell was the belle of Charleston, South Carolina high society until her husband, Beau, walked out on her after believing she’d been unfaithful to him. Lily has always been devoted to Beau, although she has kept a dark secret concerning her relationship with her childhood girlfriend. Now Lily has been ostracized because of the gossip and lies and has no one to turn to for help.

Charleston’s most popular brothel madam, Mrs. Rose Ware, lives her life on her own terms and answers to no one. When she discovers Beau abandoned Lily and has thrown her out on the street, Rose takes Lily in until she can get back on her feet. Rose has always been attracted to the spirited and beautiful Lily, but kept her feelings to herself because of her wanton reputation and her past with Beau. Now that Beau’s out of the picture, she might have a chance to seduce the heartbroken Lily.

Lily wants revenge against Beau, and Rose is more than willing to help her. Soon both women come up with a plan, one that will scandalize Charleston, and expose a forbidden passion between a brothel madam and a genteel Southern lady.

Excerpt...

“Why didn’t you come see me last night?” she asked.

Rose’s hand twitched as Lily drifted her fingers back and forth over the side of her stiff ones. She finally pulled away, dropping her arms to her sides. “You had Beau to take care of you. I wasn’t needed.”

“You’re a foolish, stubborn woman, Rose Ware,” Lily stated in an incensed voice.

Rose opened her mouth to argue, but not one peep left her, for Lily hands came around her head and gave her a kiss.

A deep moan left Rose, and when Lily’s fingers dug into the back of her nape, she pulled her roughly against her and kissed her greedily. She gave her open mouth kisses, which Lily received by opening her own mouth wide and tangling her tongue with Rose’s searching one.

By the time she needed air, Rose had pulled Lily’s hair out of her pins and her mouth was swollen and red. Her own throbbed, among other key areas on her body aching to be caressed and filled.

“I should make you angry more often,” Rose joked and spread her fingers through Lily’s hair, making a curtain over her shoulders.

Lily gave her a disgruntled look as she pressed her palms against Rose’s chest. Rose shifted to push her breast into Lily’s palm. Lily cupped her there, squeezing her flesh and causing her nipple to harden.

“I came here to talk to you.” Lily removed her hand.

Rose released a suffering sigh. “Then why did you kiss me just now? It makes me want to do other things besides talk.” Rose went over to the settee in the corner and patted the seat next to her. Lily followed and sat down, taking Rose’s hands in both of hers.

“I missed you and wanted to make certain you tasted the same like the last time I kissed you,” Lily said and turned Rose’s hand over to trace the lines on her palm.

Lily’s simple touch made her inner thighs slick and she pressed her legs tightly together to cover her arousal. First they would clear the air and then spend an hour or so involved in more amorous pursuits if she had any say.

“I missed your kisses also, but after yesterday and then Beau spending the night with you, I...” Rose cut herself off and cursed under her breath.

Lily tugged on her chin and she looked back at her. “I was badly shaken up and Beau was there to help me. I didn’t expect you to tend to me. You had more important things to deal with. Beau put me to bed and stayed as the doctor did his examination of me. We had dinner and I fell asleep. When I woke this morning he was gone.”

I saw you in his arms in bed! Rose wanted to shout, but then Lily would ask how she knew and she’d have to admit to her peeping. It was best to keep that a secret better left to reveal at a later date when she and Lily were fully committed to one another.

“Rose, you’ve become pale. Please tell me you aren’t upset about Beau staying with me overnight.

You must believe me when I tell you nothing happened between us.” Lily’s voice shook and she clutched Rose’s hands harder. “We only talked and nothing else. For once we didn’t argue or accuse each other of lies. I think we’ve put the past behind us and can move on.”

“I believe you, Lily.” Rose cupped Lily’s cheek. “I had a moment of jealousy about you and Beau combined with alarm over Jo and the individual responsible for causing such destruction. It’s been a long time since I’ve been involved with someone like you who I can’t stop thinking about and want to have a future with.”

“We already have a business partnership together—”

“No Lily, I’m not talking about business. I mean our personal relationship. I want us to be committed to one another not only as friends, but as lovers.”

Burning For You

2011-06-19T07:09:00.000-07:00

"I loved the chemistry and love you could feel coming off the pages from these two men. They are sweet characters and I was sad to see them go at the end."- Two Lips Reviews

"Burning for You gave me everything I look for when I read a homoerotic romance. This would be a great book for those who have been flirting with the idea of reading this genre."-Night Owl Reviews

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*Connected to Lovestruck. Occurs a few months after Lovestruck ends*

Synopsis: Patrick Medcaff is a thirty-something blue collar worker trying to make ends meet in Manhattan. He dreams of owning a condo, and in order to do that he has to work a part-time job along with his full time job as a handyman at the ritzy St. Jennings hotel. Patrick will be the newest addition to the New York City College janitorial staff where he is introduced to the shark looking handsome Dean of the Economics department, Christian Jennings.

When Christian and Patrick meet, sparks fly between the two. Patrick thinks nothing can come out of their attraction because Christian is a college graduate who comes from an affluent family made of money, while he barely has two pennies to rub together. Christian, on the other hand, can't get Patrick off his mind, and will prove that although they are opposites in every way, their desires for one another can't be ignored.

Soon these two are embarking on a secret love affair. But when an ex-boyfriend of Patrick’s comes back to claim him, Christian will do whatever he can to keep Patrick as his own.

Excerpt...

“Let me be blunt here. What the hell is going on, Jennings? Is this the wine talking or are you just horny and need some random guy to get you off?”

Christian frowned and removed his hand. “I take offense to that. I’m not trolling at some bathhouse looking to get my rocks off.” He glanced around the crowded room. “You can’t deny there’s something going on between us. I felt it from the moment we met in my office.”

“I think it’s the wine talking. I’m not available for what you want. I don’t have...listen, I’m getting out of a bad relationship and need time to mourn. Okay?”

Christian gave Patrick a pointed stare and raised an eyebrow. “Really?

I think that’s an excuse. You can’t tell me you don’t feel our attraction for each other.”

Help me...Patrick was at a loss for words. He was ready to explode and his heart was racing. And it wasn’t helping how Christian kept looking at him like he wanted to lick him from head and toe. When Christian moved forward and inserted his knee close against his crotch, Patrick couldn’t take it any longer. He needed a moment before he reached across the table and started kissing the life out of this man who made him feel way off center.

“I need to go to the bathroom. Excuse me.” Patrick slid out of the booth. Christian held out his hand as if he was going to stop him, but Patrick moved away before Christian could. He left Christian sitting there alone.

As he made his way to the bathroom, he spotted the exit door through which Tonya had made her escape.

He pushed open the door and walked out into a dark alley. Taking a quick look around to see if he was alone, he moved further down until he was on the other side of an out-of-order phone booth and leaned against the brick wall. He closed his eyes, took some deep breaths and cupped his crotch. The slight cool autumn air ruffled his hair. He couldn’t believe he was actually considering it, but maybe if he walked deeper into the alley and took a few minutes to he make himself come, he’d be more in control around Christian.

He opened his eyes when he heard the back door open and the muffled sounds of music vibrated around him. The door closed with a bang and footsteps shuffled over the pavement.

“Patrick?”

Patrick knew there was no use in keeping quiet. Christian would find him soon enough. “Over here.”

“Are you feeling well?” Christian walked over and stood in front of him.

Patrick sighed. “How did you know I was out here?”

“I watched you leave. Are you feeling okay?” Christian gave Patrick’s shoulder a light squeeze.

Patrick swallowed and looked down at Christian’s grip. He was silent as Christian thumb brushed over his collar bone. He let out a soft moan.

“I’m not feeling too hot.”

The corner of Christian’s top lip lifted. “I think I know what can make you feel better.

“What I need is—”

Christian pressed his mouth against Patrick’s and slid his tongue into his mouth. Patrick gasped.

Patrick spread his fingers across Christian’s chest. Christian grabbed him around the neck and pressed him over and against the side of the old rusted phone booth. Christian’s knee went into between Patrick’s legs and bumped against Patrick’s groin.

Oh my god. He’s kissing me! Patrick stood there in shock. He moaned again when Christian swiped the inside of his mouth with his tongue.

“Kiss me back, damn it,” Christian ordered against Patrick’s mouth and bit down on his bottom lip.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Patrick whispered and moaned as Christian rubbed up against him.

“Just...a few...minutes. Okay?” Christian said in between eager kisses.

Ah, why not? Patrick inhaled, wrapped his arms around the older man and stuck out his tongue to play with Christian’s.

Even Hotter Dads: The DILF Anthology II

2011-06-18T14:05:00.000-07:00

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Synopsis: Nothing is sexier than a man who loves his kids.

In this second volume of stories celebrating hot dads, you'll find young dads and older dads, gay dads and straight dads, vampire dads, a father of the bride, and even, in true Ravenous Romance style, a M/F/M threesome.

Contributors include:
Jon Jockel
Stacy Brown
Rebecca Leigh
Savannah Chase
Garland
KT Grant
Kilt Kilpatrick
Trinity Blacio

KT Grant's DILF story: The Reunion

Synopsis: An up and coming rising Broadway star goes back to her high school after eight years and sees her former drama school teacher again. (he's a single father with a fourteen year old daughter). Former student once had a crush on her teacher and let's just they have some hanky panky together behind a stage.

Sweet and Sinful In Print

2011-05-28T10:59:00.000-07:00

“Spicy and sweet-KT Grant is an author to watch!”- National bestselling author, Julie James

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Two stories in one...

THE SWEET... For the Love of Mollie

Mollie McGree is on a mission to seduce her best friend, the sexy masseuse Juan-Carlos. But she wants to lose a few extra pounds first. She joins a gym run by self-made millionaire and personal trainer, Conner Bean. Conner thinks Mollie doesn't need to lose any weight, and is perfect just the way she is. He plans to seduce the curvy Mollie by giving her his own special training sessions in passion and desire.

Soon Mollie is enjoying a no-holds-barred love affair with the vibrant and skilled Conner. But self-esteem issues on her part, as well as her unresolved feelings for Juan-Carlos, cause her to second guess Conner's motives. Conner will stop at nothing until he claims Mollie's heart for his own.

THE SINFUL... The Claiming of Suzy

Suzy Bean is a woman who lives in the moment and doesn't mind her overabundant curves. The man she secretly loves, JC Mosino, is the only one who can make her untamed sexual fantasies a reality. After having a bit too much to drink at a party, JC drives her home, where their passions ignite. Suzy thinks that this is night where she and JC will go from being friends to lovers. Unfortunately it doesn't happen quite like that and Suzy ends up throwing JC out because of something he says in the heat of the moment that she takes the wrong way.

Now Suzy's whole world has been turned upside down because she's given up smoking and is sexually frustrated. When she meets a handsome, flirty stranger, who makes her body respond, she becomes even more frustrated. This chance meeting is one she'll never forget, for Mr. Hunk is her new boss, Xavier Marks. Suzy feels guilty because her attraction to Xavier is growing while she still pines for JC.

JC's craving for Suzy is out of control where he wants nothing more than to work things out and become her lover. He has a plan in doing so, but has to work fast as Xavier tries to seduce Suzy. JC is having no part of that, and will do whatever he can to claim this brassy, buxom beauty for his own.

Dreamspell Erotica Volume 1 - Erotica Anthology

2011-05-25T15:33:00.000-07:00

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Authors in anthology:
Moira's Tears by S. D. Grady
Fantasy Exposed by Roxi Cox
More than a Feeder by Samantha Stone

Brass Balls and Hysteria by K T Grant *Erotic Steampunk Romance*

Synopsis: Jessamine Starling is in in for the surprise of her life when she sneaks into the factory of her family’s biggest competitor and doesn't find a top secret dirigible project, but a steam powered sex chair that helps cures female hysteria.

Sleeping with the Frenemy

2011-04-24T07:40:00.000-07:00

"A great plot, heavy emotion and a few sweet, sultry love scenes make this book a keeper in my collection." - Lesbrary Reviews

"If you're into well-written, steamy erotic romance, with a lot of description and detail, I think you'll like this." - Author, Ryan Field

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Synopsis: Deborah Murnay has a life most women would die for. She has a loving wife of four years who gives her anything she wants. But, Deborah hides a dark secret. Her wife Genevieve not only enjoys kinky, dangerous sex, but is insanely jealous and possessive. When a violent argument between the two leaves Deborah bruised and battered, she has no other choice but to run away.

Through some intricate planning on Deborah’s part, she’s able to trick Genevieve into thinking she’s dead. Deborah becomes Sharon Wade and ends up hundreds of miles away in the small town of Woodberry Creek where she can start over again, even though she lives in fear that Genevieve will find her and kill her.

When grade school teacher Bridgette Woodberry notices her new neighbor, she quickly figures out Woodberry Creek’s new resident is hiding something. Deborah knows she can’t have a future with Bridgette, but finds herself attractive to the kindhearted redhead whose kisses and warm embrace makes her feel protected.

As Deborah turns to Bridgette to help heal her scars, Genevieve is waiting for the right moment to take back her wife and make her pay for deceiving her.

Excerpt from Chapter 1...

The howling of the coyote in the distance gave Deborah Murnay a chill. She wrapped a towel around her body after rubbing in the vanilla-scented lotion her wife had ordered special for her from Paris. Deborah could barely stand the smell of vanilla any longer, but since Genevieve enjoyed the scent, and always took time out of her busy day to kiss a part of her body covered in the lotion, Deborah wore it nevertheless.

Ignoring the howl of another—or possibly the same—coyote, Deborah walked out of her bathroom and into her bedroom where lying on her king-sized bed was the short gold dress she planned to wear for the season opener of the Peyote Springs Opera House. The opera always started the year with a performance of Giuseppe Verdi’s 1853 La Traviata. The first time Deborah had seen the tragic opera, she cried. The second time she was overcome by the beauty of the music. Now, her fifth time, she was bored. Even though Genevieve hired a tutor to teach her Italian, Deborah could barely understand a word of it. Genevieve loved going to the opera, which they tended to do every three months. Deborah would rather see something more modern, like a Broadway show, but since her wife found popular musicals gauche, Deborah kept her mouth shut.. Genevieve would expect it no other way.

The clock on the far wall released a soft melodic ping. Deborah had less than a half hour to get dressed before they had to leave. Sighing, she pulled a comb through her damp highlighted blond hair that would dry soon enough in the Nevada heat. At six in the evening, it was still a stifling ninety degrees. Her dress was perfect for tonight, and for the after party that always followed. They always attended, since Genevieve was one of the opera’s generous patrons. Deborah hoped Genevieve wouldn’t be upset by her wearing gold instead of the standard white she wore on Sundays.

Pulling open a drawer, she found her beige thong. Her lips curved as she almost decided to go buff; a small surprise for Genevieve in case she wanted to play with her under her skirt. But she wasn’t that outrageous, so she concealed herself with the small scrap of fabric. Searching through the pile of underwear and socks, she found the small shiny box she planned to give Genevieve before they left. Inside lay a silver locket with her picture in it—even though she purchased the jewelry with Genevieve’s money—in celebration of their anniversary tonight.

I can’t believe I’ve been with the same woman for so long. Deborah turned her diamond-covered wedding band around her finger and took a moment to reflect as the blazing orange sun dipped below the horizon.

The bedroom door opened and in walked Genevieve, wearing a short tight black dress complete with a choker and high-heeled sandals that added even more height to her five foot eight inches. Deborah held her breath, stunned by Genevieve’s beauty.

Genevieve held a small box wrapped in silver and left it on the dresser as she rested her hands on Deborah’s shoulders and smiled. Deborah smiled softly, her heart speeding as it did whenever she was in Genevieve’s presence. Her wife’s straight, copper-toned hair falling down past her shoulders complemented her wonderful dark tan. Unfortunately for Deborah, she didn’t tan as well as Genevieve, even with the smattering of Native America blood that had been diluted centuries ago.

“Dearling, why aren’t you ready yet?” Gen pursed her lips, tilting her head to the left as she examined her.

Deborah stopped herself from wincing. She hated when Gen called her dearling. She’d rather be called ‘my sexy nurse’, as Gen sometimes said. It reminded her who she was and where she came from.

“I wanted to take the extra time to look perfect for you tonight.” Deborah wrapped her arms around Gen, lifted up on her toes, and kissed her under her ear. Gen shivered and tightened her hold. Deborah closed her eyes and inhaled Gen’s scent—a combination of aloe and papaya. They stayed like that until Gen’s hand went under her towel and caressed her bottom, her thumb drifting into her thong and brushing in between her ass cheeks. Deborah stiffened and almost clenched down on her wife’s roaming finger.

Gen released a husky laugh and stepped away. She removed her hands and wagged a finger in front of Deborah’s face. “If we had another hour to spare, I’d lay you out on our bed and rim you until you screamed, but you’re running late.”

Deborah blinked at the crude words Genevieve used to explain the intimate act she enjoyed doing. And the emphasis on how she was late, and not we, had been noticed as well.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be already to go,” Deborah said and dropped her towel, contemplating whether or not she needed to wear a bra. Genevieve observed her openly through the mirror as she fluffed her hair.

Before she could pick up her dress, Gen walked over and held out the box. “I know you’ve wanted to open this since I came in the room. Happy fourth anniversary, dearest.”

Genevieve gave her a kiss and her tongue went deep into Deborah’s mouth, licking the inside of her cheeks and eliciting a moan. Deborah almost fell back onto the bed when Gen tweaked her nipples and rolled the hard nubs with her thumbs. When she went to slip her hand inside Gen’s bodice, Gen backed away, breaking the kiss. She patted Deborah’s mouth with her manicured hand and laughed.

“Open your gift,” Gen urged and Deborah slowly untied the bow when all she wanted to do was rip it apart.
She took her time, building up the anticipation, and when she pulled off the lid, her jaw dropped at what she saw on lying on a red satin pillow.

“Oh, it’s breathtaking.” Deborah lifted up the fragile gold strand with a small diamond in the middle.

“It’s not a necklace, but a belly chain. Knowing this will be tied around you would please me immensely.”

“Like a collar?” Deborah joked weakly.

“You can call it that if you’d like.” Gen took the chain from her and latched it around her waist.

Deborah stood in front of the mirror admiring her gift. Gen fingered the chain and dipped lower, cupping her mound and pressing her fingers in deep.

“Thank you. I love it as much as I love you,” Deborah said in a husky whisper and spread her legs apart, hoping Gen would push aside her panties and play with her clit for a minute or two.

Gen laughed again and backed away, leaving Deborah hot and frustrated. She loves teasing me. Hiding her irritation, Deborah went over to the dresser to give Gen her gift.

“Before I forget, I have your—” Deborah turned around, finding herself alone. Her beautiful gold dress was missing, and when she glanced over at the walk-in closet, Gen came out holding a silky white tank top that gaped low in the bodice, and a matching miniskirt. Deborah had only worn it once when she and Gen had gone to Las Vegas for a weekend getaway. This type of ensemble was suited for a dance club or a casino, but would be very out of place at the opera.

“Did you forget it’s Sunday, dearling?” Gen asked, placing the outfit on the bed.

Deborah’s pulse increased. “I thought I’d shake things up a bit. I bought the gold dress to impress you. I know how much you love the color.” Deborah flicked her anniversary gift for emphasis.

Gen gave her an easy smile, although irritation lurked in her eyes. “You’re sweet, but I prefer we stick to protocol. Don’t you agree? We can’t have you going back to wearing ratty T-shirts or those horrible-colored scrubs you once wore.”

Deborah shut her eyes for a moment to stop from saying something that would lead to an argument. Those scrubs Gen always denigrated were what Deborah had worn when she worked as a nurse for her sick mother.

She opened her eyes and gave Gen a remorseful smile. “Sorry. I hate disappointing you.” She looked down at the bright white, very expensive outfit. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“That’s perfectly okay. We all make mistakes,” Gen responded and gave her a delicate kiss, gently rubbing over her small brown mole near the right corner of her mouth. “How about I help you with your makeup?”

Deborah gave Gen a full smile. She loved when Gen did her makeup. “Oh yes, please.”

Gen pulled her by the hand and into their bathroom where not only did Gen make her look beautiful, but also well loved and pleasured since they did have five extra minutes to spare.

The Christmas Fantasy

2010-12-12T10:35:00.000-08:00

"Emotional, sweet, titillating and gut-wrenching all rolled into one wonderful story. I am really impressed." -Seriously Reviewed

"If only all of us could have a glasses-wearing, sexy firefighter hellbent on our sexual pleasure for a Christmas present. It would be a very, merry Christmas indeed." -Author, Penny Watson

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Synopsis: On a mission to lose her virginity before her thirtieth birthday on Christmas Day, Mandy Lockeheart plans to seduce the only man she’s ever loved, her brother’s best friend, firefighter Jackson Montgomery. With the sexy new body she’s worked hard to earn, she’s certain she can convince him to fulfill her fantasies.

When Mandy comes to him with her sexy proposal, Jackson can’t refuse her adorable seduction. Unfortunately, Mandy’s brother doesn’t want anyone playing around with his baby sister. Jackson must choose between respecting his friend wishes and making love to his perfect Christmas present.

Between Mandy’s occasionally poor body image and Jackson’s honor, the lovers must fight to realize their Christmas Fantasy.

Sexy Excerpt:

“Hey Mandy. Need to use the bathroom?” Jackson rubbed the back of his neck and looked toward the stairs as if he wanted to make his escape.

Mandy stepped away from the wall with her arms behind her back. “Not right now. Actually I need to use something else and you're the only one who can help me with it.”

“What’s that?” Jackson asked.

Mandy’s hands came up and she pushed against his chest. He stumbled back into the bathroom. Before Jackson could move, she closed the door, grabbed his glasses off his face and held them behind her as she leaned against the door.

“Amanda, stop with these games. I'm tired and want to go home. Give me my glasses back. What if someone needs wants to use the bathroom?”

She shrugged, unconcerned that he was upset. “So what? They'll see the room is occupied and go downstairs and use the other bathroom. We needed a moment of privacy.”

The suspicious look Jackson shot her way made her stomach jump, and not in that, I’m turned on a good way.

“In a bathroom during a party? What do you need help with that couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

Her tongue poked out of her mouth and she took a deep breath. “It concerns my thirtieth birthday and my Christmas gift combined. I've decided the one thing I want this holiday is to lose my virginity. And I want to lose it to you.”

Mandy glanced back up at Jackson. The look on his face would've been comical if not for the sudden fluttering in her stomach. He stood there with his mouth literally hanging open and sat down on the toilet. He rubbed his face and moaned. Mandy was trying her best not to be too embarrassed. If he said no, she would never live it down.

“What…I…shit.” Jackson could barely get out one word let alone full sentences.

“What's wrong?”

“What's wrong? You've got to be joking." Jackson glanced at Mandy. "Why me?"

"You're the only man I trust besides my brothers and father. You have to know I've cared about you for a very long time," she said softly, suddenly feeling very shy.

Jackson remained silent.

It’s now or never. She left his glasses on the sink and walked to stand in front of him. Before she lost all nerve, she moved her fingers through his hair. Jackson’s eyes fluttered.

“I think we need to stop thinking about the what ifs and just act. I'm sick of going over the consequences.

And I think you should also.” Before Jackson could argue, Mandy dropped down onto his lap, straddled him and gave him a deep kiss on the mouth.

Mandy didn't have a great deal of experience in kissing, but what she lacked, she made up for in enthusiasm.

The moment her lips met Jackson's, her nipples grew hard and poked against the bodice of her dress.

Jackson grunted and wrapped his arms around her. "Sweet," he murmured and brushed his tongue across her bottom lip.

"Huh?" Mandy nibbled the side of his mouth.

"You taste like strawberries and chocolate." He pulled her in close, giving her a kiss she'd always dreamt about.

The Prince's Groom

2010-11-09T10:37:00.000-08:00

"Hands down people, this is my favorite KT Grant book I’ve read so far. I highly recommend Prince’s Groom for those of you wanting a little break from all the contemporary manlove out there and want something that scratches your pirate itch." -Smoking Hot Books

"There’s something for everyone in this book: Alpha Male sizzling love, sweeter M/M, sweet F/F and even bondage M/F. So there should be no complaining." -Queer Magazine Online

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Synopsis: Mr. Martin, the former first mate of an infamous pirate captain is mourning the loss of his young lover. He and Thomas de Fleurre, an exiled prince turned gentleman landowner, had a passionate affair on a tropical island paradise for a very short time. Thomas decides to end their relationship since Martin is a wanted man on the run for a twenty-year-old crime he didn’t commit.

Thomas longs for the frank speaking Martin, who not only ravaged his body, but his heart and soul. He has moved on, finding happiness in the arms of another man, but can’t stop thinking about those hot steamy nights where Martin made his every fantasy become a reality.

Martin’s past comes back to haunt him as he arrives on Thomas’s doorstep to finish what they started. And then Martin puts his life on the line to save Thomas from an unstable woman who is obsessed with claiming Thomas as her own.

With a dangerous highwayman also terrorizing the land who has close ties to Martin, Thomas becomes a target in a deadly game of cat and mouse. It’s up to Martin to save Thomas and hope they can sail away on their tide of passion, where he will end up being the Prince’s groom.

Spicy excerpt:

The man on Thomas's mind walked into the room and shut the door. He stood in the semi-darkness as Thomas looked his fill. Each and every time he saw Martin, his heartbeat pounded at a ferocious rate and his groin grew heavy. He had not felt this deep passion for another man until Mr. Martin, Chelsey Dread's former first mate, had waltzed into his life and seduced him.

"There you are, lad. I've been looking for you everywhere." Martin walked toward him with a bright grin on his face.

He looks at me as if he loves me. Thomas clasped his hands behind his back to stop from reaching out and taking Martin in his arms. He was so very wrong. Martin didn't love him. Desired and lusted for him, yes. But loved him? No.

Thomas remained silent as Martin wrapped his thick hands around Thomas’s nape and tipped his head back. He swallowed, overcome with the need to get down on his knees and worship Martin's cock. Never had he experienced anything like it. Thomas would never forget this man as long as he lived.

"What are you thinking of, Your Highness?" Martin asked and licked his lips.

Thomas clenched his fists, wanting desperately to run his fingers through Martin's dark goatee, spread his palms over his bald head, and press kisses over the older man's face. He frowned. He didn't even know how old Martin truly was, let alone his first name.

"Please don't call me ‘lad.’ And certainly not ‘Your Highness.’ I'm very much a man and no longer a prince, and haven't been for many years. I would have no idea how to even run a country given the chance," Thomas said, adding the last as an afterthought.

Martin released Thomas's neck and slid his hands down the younger man’s body until he grabbed hold of his ass and cupped both cheeks. Thomas moaned in response. His eyes flicked shut and he inhaled deeply. Thomas smelled the remnants of the dark yeasty ale Martin had drunk earlier in the night. He barely stopped himself from lifting up and placing his lips over the older man's bushy jaw.

"You're in a bit of the bite now, aren't you?"

Thomas snorted. Martin’s way with words always made him smile; it was one of the things he adored about him.

"Mr. Martin, I wish I could place your dialect. It’s a strange one indeed. Where did you say you resided again?"

"Nowhere important."

Thomas opened his eyes and folded his hands. He held back from fixing the front of his breeches. His prick had risen, and was most likely noticeable to a roving eye. But since he was alone with Martin, his erection wasn’t a cause for concern. He disregarded his want, however, and allowed ire to grow in its place.

"I find it odd that although we have been intimate in every sense of the word, you still won't give me a straight answer about your past or who your people are. Why is that?" Thomas moved out of Martin's embrace and walked over to the four poster bed where he leaned against the backboard.

Martin wiped a palm over his head and sniffed. He then scratched his chin and neck. Thomas watched as Martin's muscular biceps flexed under his sleeveless tan shirt. He never wore a jacket, and his shirt was always missing the sleeves. Thomas glanced down at his own dark blue coat. He unbuttoned it, allowing his body to breathe easier in the humid air.

"I'm not one to share too many details about myself. The less you know, the better."

"For whom, Martin? Or is that even your real name? Why won't you tell me your first—"

Martin made a cutting motion through the air. "We've been through this already. Why harp on the issue again? There are more important things to do and worry about then gab about our secrets."

Thomas lifted his hands and then dropped them down to his sides. "See, that’s the difference between you and me. I have no secrets. I'm an open book. You, though, are a mystery that refuses to be solved."

"Oh, you're an open book? Heh. That's one lie you have been tellin’ yourself right all along, Thom."

What in God’s earth is he talking about? "I must have misunderstood just now. When have I ever lied?"

Martin stepped in front of Thomas and grabbed hold of his arms. He tried to pull away, but it was no use. Martin held him in an immobile grip.

"You've been lying most of your life about this." Martin swooped in for a deep kiss.

Thomas landed his palms against Martin's chest and dug his fingers into the damp material of his shirt. Martin sweated a great deal more than he did, not that he minded in the least. He loved to lick Martin's brawny chest and flat stomach. He had become addicted to the man's musky scent.

All thoughts of arguing were soon forgotten as Thomas curved his arms around Martin's shoulders and pulled him in close. His tongue slipped into Martin's mouth and swiped the inside of his cheeks. Martin chuckled deeply and licked the roof of Thomas's mouth, making him bite down on Martin's bottom lip.

Martin released Thomas, but backed up a bare inch away from his face. "I've taught you well." He shoved his hand in between Thomas's legs and fondled him through his pants.

The Claiming of Suzy

2010-09-05T11:42:00.000-07:00

"This is another book with a protagonist who feels like a real girl: a flawed, sex-crazy, exuberant girl with a big heart and weight issues of her own, though she comes at them differently than Mollie. That's another impressive thing in KT's work; women with weight issues aren't painted with the same brush, something that unfortunately happens all too often in today's media." - Carolyn Crane, author of the Disillusionists trilogy.

"Great stories, relationships, friendships and hot lovemaking make this author one of my top to follow."-Night Owl Reviews

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Synopsis: Suzy Bean is a woman who lives in the moment and doesn't mind her overabundant curves. The man she secretly loves, JC Mosino, is the only one who can make her untamed sexual fantasies a reality. After having a bit too much to drink at a party, JC drives her home, where their passions ignite. Suzy thinks that this is night where she and JC will go from being friends to lovers. Unfortunately it doesn't happen quite like that and Suzy ends up throwing JC out because of something he says in the heat of the moment that she takes the wrong way.

Now Suzy's whole world has been turned upside down because she's given up smoking and is sexually frustrated. When she meets a handsome, flirty stranger, who makes her body respond, she becomes even more frustrated. This chance meeting is one she'll never forget, for Mr. Hunk is her new boss, Xavier Marks. Suzy feels guilty because her attraction to Xavier is growing while she still pines for JC.

JC's craving for Suzy is out of control where he wants nothing more than to work things out and become her lover. He has a plan in doing so, but has to work fast as Xavier tries to seduce Suzy. JC is having no part of that, and will do whatever he can to claim this brassy, buxom beauty for his own.

Excerpt #1:

JC gave Suzy a huge grin that made her stomach clench. He had one dimple that always made an appearance on the edge of his cheek where she wanted to lick it slowly, like she did that night—

"I miss you, too." JC release Suzy’s hand and placed an arm behind her head. He began to massage her neck.

Suzy couldn't stop her eyes from flickering shut, and she bowed her head. "That feels so nice. I'm so stressed lately," she whispered.

She heard JC shuffle in his seat as he pressed down on a tight neck muscle. Suzy tensed, and without even thinking, grabbed hold of his knee.

"You like how I touch you, baby?"

Suzy nodded. She slowly opened her eyes. "You know I do. But I think we should talk about—"

Her yelp was muffled as JC covered her mouth with his own.

Suzy blinked and tried to pull away from his kiss, but he held onto the back of her neck. The way his tongue lapped over her own made her whole body throb. She knew it was so wrong to do this with so many unresolved things between them, but she was hot, horny and needed to get off.

"I'll get you off," JC mumbled against her mouth and cupped her head to give her deeper kisses.

Excerpt #2:

She was lost in the sensation of Xavier's kiss as he sucked on her lips and gave her little swipes with his tongue. The way his bristles on his face scraped lightly against her cheeks was vastly different from JC, whose soft, fine skin had caressed hers as he lapped the inside of her mouth…

Suzy moved her face away and pushed Xavier back, as he stared down at her. She hugged herself and looked up and down the sidewalk. They were all alone.

"We can't do this. I can't…," Suzy whispered and walked over to a bench near a large elm tree.

"Suzy, I won't say I'm sorry I kissed you. I can't help it. There's something between us I can't ignore."

"You're going to have to. Things are too complicated with us working together…and with me and JC—"

Suzy let out a squeak as Xavier took hold of her arm and backed her against the tree. She could barely see his face in the darkness, but could feel the heat pouring from his body. She could feel how hard he was down below.

"This can't be happening," she whispered.

Xavier cupped her face in his hands and ground his crotch against her mound. She let out a soft gasp.

"Why deny ourselves this way? I've been hard for you since the moment I first saw you in that coffee shop."

"Yeah right. You mean after you got shot down from that gorgeous barista."

Xavier shook his head and planted his forehead against hers. Suzy took hold of his biceps for balance and took a deep breath.

"If you weren't my boss, and I wasn't with JC, maybe things would be different."

"Are you really with him?"

"Ah…" Suzy didn't know how to answer.

"Can we just enjoy each other for a few moments?" Xavier gave Suzy another kiss.

Suzy dug her fingers into Xavier's arms as he slid his knee between her legs. She could barely think as he rubbed his knee up and down until she grew damp.

The Princess's Bride

2010-08-06T08:15:00.000-07:00

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"Though the story was loosely based on “The Princess Bride,” Ms. Grant’s style rings true. Once the story gets going, there is no stopping it – you will be hooked. And the setting is expertly crafted with imagery that left me in awe." -Happily Ever After Reviews

"There are several laugh-out-loud funny moments, and a few more every feminist will cheer. Princess's Bride" is a cleverly wrought story diverting for a couple hours of afternoon leisure." -Queer Magazine Online

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Synopsis: Daisy de Fleurre, an exiled princess from a far away land longs for true love. She almost experienced that at the tender age of seventeen, when she and her servant Chelsey, engaged in a smoldering love affair for one brief summer before they were both separated forever. Eight years later, Daisy is now engaged to a man who wants to offer her the world. But Daisy still longs for the woman she has never forgotten.

The dastardly lady pirate C.W. Dread, lives for revenge against Lord Humphrey, the man who murdered her family. She will kidnap Humphrey's fiancée, hold her for ransom, and introduce her to the delights of the flesh. Then her revenge will be complete! But Dread is in for a shock when her prisoner is a blast from her past who she once adored deep down to her very core.

Danger, adventure and passion are only a few things in store for this lady pirate and her princess as they both are overcome with lust for one another that can no longer be denied and contained.

Spicy Excerpt:

As Daisy turned the corner around the bend, Chelsey stood there, leaning against the barn door. Daisy ran up to her and gave her a loud smack on the mouth. Chelsey wrapped her hands around Daisy's neck and kissed her back in return. She moaned when Chelsey squeezed her breast and hid her face into the crook of her neck.

Daisy sighed as Chelsey slid an arm around her waist. Chelsey's other hand slipped inside Daisy's bodice and rubbed her fingers over a nipple.

"Hmm… princess, you smell like strawberries and cream." Daisy giggled and stepped back as Chelsey’s tongue lapped behind her ear.

Daisy took in deep breaths, trying to calm her fast-beating heart.

"I see you're not wearing your corset, either, like I had asked,” Chelsey said as Daisy took deep breaths. “And you better only have one petticoat under that frock of yours."

Daisy swallowed at her forceful tone. Whenever Chelsey gave her an order, her core grew slick and her nipples even harder. She looked down at her bosom and held back a gasp. Since she wasn't wearing a corset; her nipples poked out for anyone to see.

"Oh dear." Daisy placed her palm across her chest and looked over her shoulder.

Chelsey grabbed her by the arm. "Let's go in before you expire from embarrassment or frustration."

“Fr-frustration?” Daisy asked and groaned. Chelsey always seemed to enjoy teasing her.

"We'll take care of that in a few minutes." Chelsey winked and gave her arm a caress, then took her hand and pushed the barn door open.

Daisy scrunched up her nose at the smell of musty hay and rotting wood. She remembered the times she and Thomas had come to this barn to play hide and go seek as children. She looked up at part of the caved in roof and spotted a large amount of cobwebs covering the railings. Two birds' nests were sitting up high in the rafters, and she smiled as a few baby birds chirped, most likely hungry for nourishment from their mother.

"You don't think one of those momma birds will attack us?" Daisy pointed up at the ceiling as Chelsey led her deeper into the back of the barn and into a corner stall.

"You ask the silliest of things," Chelsey reprimanded Daisy softly, but gave her a smile and a wink.

Daisy ducked her head and kicked away some of the hay she had walked on. "I don't mean to," she whispered before turning her attention to the floor in front of her. "Why, this hay looks fresh."

Chelsey held out her arm for Daisy to precede her into the stall. "I mucked out this stall yesterday so we could be comfortable and not worry about any creatures bothering us."

"Cr-creatures?" Daisy swallowed, glancing around nervously. But she covered her mouth in delight as she walked in. Fresh hay covered the floor and in the middle of the small room lay a brown wool blanket and a bottle of wine. There was also a bouquet of white daisies lying off to the side.

"This is lovely, Chelsey!" Daisy set the basket down on the blanket and wrapped her arms around her lover. She gave Chelsey a kiss, this time pressing her tongue against Chelsey's lips, just as she had been taught.

Chelsey bit down on her bottom lip. "You're happy with my present?"

"Oh yes. It's wonderful. I hope you will like mine, too."

Chelsey lifted her head and pressed her forehead against Daisy's. "You have given me so much already. I don't need anything other than your body and your…"

"And my what?" Daisy asked in a hushed voice. Her stomach tightened as she waited for Chelsey to speak.

"And your books and those strawberry tarts you helped my mother make."

Daisy put her hands on her hips and frowned up at Chelsey. "How do you know I have strawberry tarts with me?"

Chelsey pulled her in close, placed her nose in between Daisy's breasts and inhaled. "I can smell them on you. It’s driving me mad. Also, the scent from the basket is strong. Remember: nothing gets past me, princess."

Daisy wrapped her arms around Chelsey's neck and played with the soft hair covering her nape. "I wish you would stop calling me princess. I am simply Daisy."

Chelsey lifted her face and looked deeply into Daisy's eyes. "Whatever you desire."

The warm feeling in Daisy's stomach drifted down to her clenching pussy, thanks to the heated stare Chelsey was giving her.

Chelsey licked her lips and made a show of sniffing around. "I smell something sweet and warm. Could it be dew?"

Daisy blushed and pushed Chelsey away as she leaned in to kiss her. "You are horrid!"

"Yes, I most certainly am and will not make any apologies." Chelsey tapped her chin with a finger and gave Daisy a haughty look. "I think you should be punished for not being able to control your urges." She began tickling Daisy under her arms and Daisy screamed, trying to grab Chelsey's hands.

"Stop it!" Daisy spluttered amid her laughter as she backed away, almost stumbling onto the blanket. Chelsey caught her and gave her another deep, wet kiss. She knelt down with Daisy in her arms.

Chelsey laid her mouth over Daisy's pulse, running her nose up and down her silky skin. "W-why do you love to kiss my neck so much?" Daisy tilted her head back and stopped a moan from escaping.

Chelsey nipped Daisy's chin. "I love how you taste and smell there. It's soft, much like the inside of your legs. Lie down and open them for me."

Daisy opened her mouth to argue, but Chelsey pressed a finger against her mouth and pushed her backward. Daisy rose up on her elbows once she met the ground, then fell down in a heap, causing her skirt to fly up over her face.

She clenched her fists when she felt Chelsey's lips on her knee.

"Ch-chelsey, what are you doing?" Daisy pulled down the hem of her dress until she saw a prone Chelsey lying between her legs.

"Do you remember what I did last night?" She waited to continue until Daisy nodded "I want to taste more of your honey."

"D-don't you want to eat a tart first?" Daisy loved the feel of Chelsey's mouth and tongue near her mound. But that first time had occurred in the dark and not during the day, when every part of her body was exposed.

Chelsey sat up and looked down at her. "I can feel you shaking. I thought you enjoyed what we did together?"

Daisy pushed down her skirt and sat up. She felt horrible.

"Oh Chelsey, forgive me. I love the way you touch me with your hands and your mouth. "She rubbed her fingers softly across Chelsey lips. "I'm not comfortable yet with being so open with you during the day. You must think I'm a goose!"

Chelsey cupped her cheek. "I forget that you and I are very different. Showing a lover your naked body is only natural."

Daisy leaned into Chelsey's hand. "I love hearing you call me your lover."

Chelsey closed her eyes and sighed. "I enjoy calling you that… because you are." She gave Daisy an eager kiss, and as Daisy responded, she pushed her back down until she was lying on top of her.

Daisy's dress was wrapped high around her hips and, as she and Chelsey shared hungry kisses, she pushed it down. Chelsey placed a hand on her knee, and when her lover’s hands squeezed her inner thigh, Daisy sighed into her mouth.

"May I touch you, Daisy? I'll make sure you are covered so only I will see."

Daisy nodded, licking Chelsey's lips. Chelsey gave her another kiss, and as she gazed into Daisy's eyes, she cupped her mound. Daisy hissed and her eyes grew wide.

"You're always so wet and ready for me, my Daisy." Chelsey slipped two of her fingers through the slit in Daisy's cream-colored drawers and wiggled around, watching Daisy's reaction.

Daisy wiped away the sweat forming on her upper lip. "I want to touch you as you are touching me."

"Touch me where, Daisy? Say it." Chelsey twisted her fingers and pushed them deeper into Daisy's core.

Daisy's hips tilted up. "Your p-pussy. Can I? Please?"

"After I make you find your pleasure, you can do whatever you want to me. But first, we need to fix this little problem of yours."

Daisy pressed the back of her hand over her mouth and opened her legs wider. She closed her eyes as Chelsey found the spot… which made even more honey gush from her pussy.

"Open your eyes and look at me while I fuck you with my hand."

Daisy flinched from the harsh word she had only ever heard Chelsey say. She opened her eyes and watched Chelsey's face as she grinded her hips in time with Chelsey's hand.

"There now… that's a good princess." Chelsey blew on Daisy's cheek. She turned her face to the side and latched onto Chelsey's mouth with her own. Chelsey rotated her hand in such a way that Daisy shuddered and came apart.

Daisy pressed her hands over her stomach, letting out a few pants against Chelsey's mouth, and then went still.

"That was incredible." She looked up at Chelsey in a daze and fanned her face. She was covered in sweat and suddenly felt the need to disrobe.

Chelsey sat up and pulled her fingers out of Daisy. She licked them with a wistful smile. Daisy lay there watching, licking her own lips.

"Tastes just like strawberries." Chelsey smoothed her damp fingers against Daisy's lips. The tip of her tongue came out and swiped one of Chelsey's fingers.

For Love of Mollie

2010-06-17T18:17:00.000-07:00

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"I sat down to start this book at 5pm and I didn’t move until 5:45pm when I finished it. I have never read a book that fast people, even if it’s a short story. I just couldn’t put it down!" -Writings of a Wicked Pixie

"This novella deals with the struggles of weight loss, and low self-esteem. I recommend it to all women, and those who enjoy contemporary romances and chick lit." -Love Passion Romance

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Synopsis: Mollie McGree is on a mission to seduce her best friend, the sexy masseuse Juan-Carlos. But she wants to lose a few extra pounds first. She joins a gym run by self-made millionaire and personal trainer, Conner Bean. Conner thinks Mollie doesn't need to lose any weight, and is perfect just the way she is. He plans to seduce the curvy Mollie by giving her his own special training sessions in passion and desire.

Soon Mollie is enjoying a no-holds-barred love affair with the vibrant and skilled Conner. But self-esteem issues on her part, as well as her unresolved feelings for Juan-Carlos, cause her to second guess Conner's motives. Conner will stop at nothing until he claims Mollie's heart for his own.

Spicy Excerpt:

"Relax, Mollie. I'm going to make you come like you never have before."

"I'm so relaxed already," she moaned.

Conner curved a hand against his swollen member. Mollie's pussy curls were damp and a tear of her womanly fluid escaped and dripped on the table. He grunted and petted her springy hair. His oiled hands, combined with her damp scent, were an aphrodisiac.

He sniffed and almost rubbed his face against her moist folds, but checked himself. He wanted to feel her tender, pink lips milking his fingers. His hand dipped and massaged those fleshy protrusions, finding her swelling clit, teasing with slippery strokes.

Mollie moaned and swiveled her hips in rhythm with Conner. He pushed his free hand into his briefs and masturbated, stroking his enlarged staff, wishing Mollie was squeezing his heavy balls and fondling his hard cock.

Conner stood. He chuckled when Mollie's jaw dropped as she watched him finger-fucking her as he jerked off.

"Take your shorts off," she ordered.

Conner did what she wanted and she cried out when he stopped touching her pulsating, needy flesh. He dropped his shorts and stroked up and down his manhood, squeezing and playing with his balls. His stomach clenched and his abs shook, shining with sweat.

Mollie toyed with her breasts, pushing hard against the table.

Conner watched Mollie pleasuring herself for a few beats and then lifted her leg over his shoulder.

He sat back down and moaned in near ecstasy. His arm moved in quick jerks and his mouth traveled around her pubis bone, licking her in quick circles.

A whimper escaped from Mollie. "Please, Conner, fuck me with your mouth!"

A loud boom shook the building as the storm raged outside. The one in the room was just as powerful. Conner dipped and pressed his lips deep against her mound. His nose rooted around, smelling Mollie's tangy scent.

"Conner!" she yelled and came all over his face.

Lovestruck

2010-05-31T12:53:00.000-07:00

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Synopsis: CEO hotel mogul Barbara Jennings has three months to decide whether to close her Manhattan hotel or cut costs by firing some of her employees. She meets her much-younger employee, Jennifer Caffey and is instantly smitten. Now Barbara has another mission, and that is to seduce the innocent Jenny.

Jenny is also attracted to the powerful and beautiful Barbara, but has never really had a steamy love affair with another woman. Unwittingly, she allows herself to be swept away by her passion for this older woman who may ruin her life.

Spicy Excerpt:

Barbara sped down the road as she drove Jennifer home. Jennifer remained quiet as they made their way back to her apartment in Brooklyn. In less than ten minutes the night between them would be over and back they would return to their polite and professional relationship. Barbara gripped the steering wheel in frustration. She blamed her foul mood on her being horny and the fact she and Jennifer shouldn't have anything together. They came from two different worlds. Tonight proved it by the way Jennifer reacted to the restaurant.

Jennifer looked out the window and hadn't said more than two words to her when they got into the car. Something changed between them and Barbara had no clue what ran through the girl's mind. Whatever it was, she didn't like it.

"Are you okay, kiddo? Do you feel sick?" Barbara asked. She reached over and pulled Jennifer's hair away from her face.

Jennifer turned her head to look at Barbara. "Just a little tired, Ms. Jennings."

Barbara let out a small huff. Back to 'Ms. Jennings', were we?

"You can turn here. My building is on the corner." Jennifer turned her gaze to the road.

Barbara parked the car in front of Jennifer's apartment and turned off the ignition. The streetlight overhead was apparently burnt out or broken. The street was dark and deserted.

"Pretty quiet here?" Barbara asked as she tapped her nails on the steering wheel.

"Yeah. Everyone in this neighborhood is in by dark. No one roams the streets that much. I guess they're all tired from working. But it's a pretty safe neighborhood." She looked up at the building. "Mike doesn't seem to be home yet. There aren't any lights on. I guess he is at The Watering Hole. He has a crush on the bartender—"

Barbara cut off her words with a kiss, pressing her lips gently but insistently against Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer sat there in stunned silence. When she didn't respond, Barbara raised her head. She held Jennifer's face in a tight grip and moaned. She wanted to feel Jennifer's tongue against her own.

"Jennifer." She gave her another tiny peck. "Please, let me in. Let me make you feel good."

"Yes please," Jennifer whispered, ever so politely. She touched her tongue against Barbara's.

Barbara let out another moan and deepened the kiss. Jennifer inhaled and sighed. She turned her head to the side and Barbara kissed her harder. Both moaned in unison and Jennifer reached out and wrapped her arms around Barbara's waist.

Barbara released her seat belt then unhooked Jennifer's. She should have given a quick look out the windows, but didn't want to break the mood or draw Jennifer's attention to where they were. She was on a mission to make Jennifer come, and she hoped she might find a little relief too.

Jennifer allowed Barbara to take control. She moaned as Barbara rubbed her cheeks with her thumbs, and her fingers caressed each side of her mouth.

"Oh Jennifer. You undo me." Barbara whispered against her mouth and then dipped her head to suck on her neck.

Jennifer's hand fell away from Barbara's waist. Barbara glanced down to see Jennifer rubbing her crotch. She chuckled against Jennifer's throat and gave her a nip. Jennifer flinched.

"That's my job." Barbara whispered and placed her hand on top of Jennifer's.

"I ache. I need . . . I need . . . ."

"I know what you need, kiddo." Barbara looked her straight in the eye and gave her another deep kiss. Jennifer's head fell back against the passenger side window. She squirmed in her seat.

Barbara moved in closer and pressed her pussy against Jennifer's leg. She pulled Jennifer's hand from between her legs and replaced it with her own, reaching beneath Jennifer's skirt and staring into her eyes. She found bare flesh and Jennifer shuddered. She looked frightened and Barbara kissed her fear away, keeping her hand on Jennifer's knee until she relaxed again. When she did, Barbara moved her hand up higher.

Barbara could feel the heat blazing from between Jennifer's legs. Jennifer moaned as Barbara placed her palm against Jennifer's damp, cotton-covered pussy. She shifted her palm back and forth. Jennifer's eyes closed and she panted against Barbara's lips. Barbara kissed her again and unbuttoned Jennifer's shirt. When she reached the last button, she pulled the edges away to reveal a white lacy bra, easy to unclasp in the front.

God must have been smiling down upon her that night, because with one flick of her hand, she undid the bra and Jennifer's breasts fell out. Barbara couldn't see the color of Jennifer's nipples in the dim light. Sometime in the future she would discover if they were pink or tan, but for now she would settle for touching them, for exploring their texture.

Jennifer's eyes flickered open and shut. Barbara ducked her head, kissing Jennifer's exposed breast. She drew one hard nipple into her mouth. Jennifer let out a strangled sound and laid her hand on top of Barbara's head as if to keep her there. Her mouth and tongue lapped over Jennifer's breast and her hand slid into Jennifer's panties, pushing a finger through her trimmed pussy hair to circle her inner lips. Jennifer's head rolled to the side as Barbara stroked her clitoris.

Barbara grinded her crotch against Jennifer's leg. Jennifer reached down and grabbed Barbara's hand, guiding her movements.

"Right there." Jennifer moaned.

Barbara licked the side of Jennifer's throat and pressed her hand down again. "Did I find your sweet spot?"

Jennifer gasped. "Yes!"

"Good, baby . . . I want you come all over my hand." Barbara suckled Jennifer's other breast.

"Oh, help," Jennifer whispered.

She convulsed and Barbara latched onto Jennifer's neck as Jennifer's inner pussy muscles milk her fingers. The sensation sent Barbara over the edge. She gave one last grind against Jennifer's knee and began to gush. She bit down a bit too hard on Jennifer's neck. She whimpered and Barbara sat back, breathing hard.

When both their tremors subsided, Jennifer looked over at Barbara. Barbara leaned her head against Jennifer's shoulder and took deep breaths, completely sated for the first time in way too long.

Barbara glanced up at Jennifer with a drowsy smile. "Oh baby, that was so good." She gave her a kiss and moved her hand against her pussy. Jennifer didn't kiss her back, but Barbara dismissed the oddity, lost in her own little bubble of happiness. "Let's go up to your place where I can show you what else I can do with my mouth. I want to eat you out and feel your juices all over my face."

Jennifer blinked once. "No." She removed Barbara's hand and frowned. "Please, I need to leave now." Her voice shook, and she quickly pulled herself together, unlocked the door and started to get out.

"Wait, Jennifer." Barbara grabbed onto her arm, trying to remain composed. "Calm down. Let's talk about this."

Jennifer glanced back at her over her shoulder. In the dim shadows of the car light, she looked mussed, with a sheen of sweat on her face and smudged mascara. She also looked very vulnerable. Barbara's heart ached at the sight.

"Please, Ms. Jen—I mean, Barbara. I have to go."

Barbara studied her for a moment, wondering what thoughts were running through her mind. Was she frightened? Embarrassed? Still horny? "Come on; let's go up to your place—"

Jennifer pulled her arm away. "I can't do that without wanting . . . please let me go."

Barbara released her. She wanted to lean over and kiss her into staying, but knew if she did, if she forced the issue, she could lose her forever. "Fine, go now. I know you must be stunned by what just happened. God knows I am. But, I will promise you this. It's not over between us. We need to talk about what happened."

Jennifer nodded and licked her lips.

The tiny motion drew Barbara's attention and she had to exert all her willpower not to lean forward and kiss her again. She didn't like being denied something and wanted to scream. Instead, she ran her hand down Jennifer's hair. Jennifer shrank away, and Barbara let out a soft sigh and sat back. "Good night, Jennifer."

"Good night." Jennifer stepped out of the car and walked on unsteady feet to her front door. Barbara watched as she opened the door and closed it behind her. A minute later the lights came on in the upstairs apartment.

Barbara sat there in all her disheveled glory. She banged the back of her head against the headrest and groaned. One of the best sexual experiences she ever had happened in a parked car on an open street. She smiled because she wouldn't change anything.

"Go hide away, Jennifer Caffey. I'll give you a few days, but then I'm coming back for you and won't take no for answer." Barbara spoke in the empty car. She put her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, savoring Jennifer's sweet cream. She had been right; Jennifer tasted just as good as she'd imagined and now her addiction for the young woman had grown into an obsession.

Once Upon a Threesome Anthology

2010-05-25T09:35:00.000-07:00

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Synopsis: Historical threesomes - who imagined how hot this subject could be?

In this delightfully wicked anthology, you'll find threesomes of all types from a range of historical time periods and settings. Hot M/F/M cowboy menage? It's here. Wild M/M/M medieval threesome? Check. From hot vintage Hollywood to a triple lesbian story right out of "Mad Men," Once Upon a Threesome has a story for everyone.

Contributors include:
Jen Bluekissed
Jay Hughes
Kristabel Reed
Em Brown
KT Grant
J. Schrade
Janet Post
Jo Atkinson
Courtney Sheets
Cathleen Ross
Rebecca Leigh
Melanie Thompson
Garland
Elizabeth Coldwell

KT Grant's Threesome story: The Gentleman’s Loving Spy

Synopsis: "Two naked men frolicked in the lake as Mrs. Abigail Barlow, the vicar's twenty-eightyear-old widowed daughter, watched with delight. She wasn't as shocked as she thought she would be..."

Never Ever Bring This Up Again Fiction Rated- PG

2010-04-18T11:52:00.000-07:00

The Saturday morning looked to be another scorcher in the making. Joshua had no desire to leave his cool bedroom, where the air conditioning had been set at a comfortable temperature, to combat the hot and humid August day. Joshua didn’t want to get out of bed period. It was barely ten in the morning. He enjoyed hearing the hum of morning cartoons from downstairs. There were also sounds coming from the kitchen where his wife of six years made breakfast for their two sons, Jake and Chris ages four and two respectably. Susan woke up along with the children who had no sense of sleeping past seven, even if it was on a weekend. The only day Joshua slept in was on Saturdays. But not this current Saturday because he was expected to do household chores such as cut the grass that hadn’t been mowed in over a month and tinker inside the house fixing things like the leaking pipe in the bathroom. Joshua didn’t want to do any of these things. He wanted to lie in bed and sleep his Saturday away.

Once upon a time he didn’t have any of these responsibilities. No wife or children to take care of. The only one that mattered was himself and that of his father and brothers. Once he had a mother, but she’d been out of the picture for a very long time.

Now he’d become much like his father, a man who once had many people counting on him to keep a house over their heads and food on the table. Joshua felt sick about the whole thing.

Last night as his two boys slept and he made love to his wife, he couldn’t concentrate, although his body seemed fine in finding its own release without his brain being overtaxed. Susan fell asleep soon after. He knew he’d given her pleasure from the snores coming out of her mouth. His body enjoyed the exercise, but as he lay in that bed beside her, with the sweat drying on his body and listening to the hum of the air conditioner, he came to the conclusion he had become sick of it all.

He wanted to get up and leave, turn his back on the women he loved with all his heart and his children who he cried over the day they’d been born. He was sick and tired of life and wanted to throw in the towel.

The guilt ate away at him. That emotion he felt proved he wasn’t such a cold bastard. He should be very grateful for what he had. His father sacrificed so much for his family, especially after what happened with their mother.

Joshua turned on his back and pounded his fist against his forehead. The sounds from the television grew louder and he could hear his boys fighting with one another. A slight headache formed behind his eyes and in the comfortable temperature of his bedroom, Joshua felt the need to get out and breathe somewhere else.

He suddenly felt suffocated.

There was one place he would feel free-- his dad’s or the house he grew up in as a boy and where he felt safe and secure until he turned twenty-two. That was when his whole life came crashing down, as well as his father’s. Perhaps the time came to confront the dirty little secret his family never talked about, the topic that was never bought up and now over a decade old.

It was time to face the music. Then perhaps he wouldn’t feel like running away.

***

The time was a little past eleven. Joshua came downstairs wearing a gray t-shirt and khaki shorts with brown flip-flops. As soon as his youngest saw him he squealed and ran into his father’s arms.

“Da!” Little Chris scampered over with his Tonka truck in one hand, his faded blue sippy cup in the other. Joshua smiled, but one that didn’t reach his eyes. Still, he grabbed his son and swung him around the room. Chris squealed and Joshua blew a raspberry into the boy neck. Chris let out a giggle and Joshua placed him back on his feet and steadied him, making sure he didn’t look too dizzy where he would fall. Jake walked over and gave his father a hug around the hips. Joshua patted his eldest boy’s auburn curls. Susan watched from the kitchen smiling over her coffee cup at her big man and little men sharing their love for one another.

“Daddy! Let’s play ball.” Jake grabbed Joshua’s hand and tried to pull him toward the backdoor near the kitchen and out into the backyard.

“Hold up buddy. Daddy has to go out. We can play ball when I get back.”

Jake let go of his father’s hand and crossed his arms. He pouted and stomped back into the living room where Chris played with his trucks. Another time Joshua would have disciplined his son, but because he was already in a sour mood as it and didn’t care, he turned away to grabbed a quick cup of coffee to go.

Susan didn’t say a word as she watched her husband grab a plastic coffee cup out from the cabinet and pour some coffee into it.

“Are you going to mow the lawn? I think you should before it hits noon. It’s going to be at least one hundred today.”

Joshua looked out the window at his grass that was overdue for a cut. He grimaced and held back a sigh. He wanted to tell Susan to shut her trap but he knew she wasn’t harping. She was always so easy going and just concerned that he wouldn’t overheat.

He took a sip of his black coffee and turned around with a neutral look on his face. “I might wait till later in the afternoon when the sun’s not so high. I need to go see my dad.”

Susan placed her own mug on the counter and walked over to Joshua. She glanced over and saw the boys playing. She wrapped her arms around her husband and gave him a kiss. He kissed her back and they stood there for a moment in one another’s embrace.

“Is he doing okay?”

Joshua patted her back and looked down into her hazel eyes. “Last time I checked the old man enjoying sitting his barker lounger and watching his digital cable.”

Susan chuckled, gave Joshua one last kiss, and went over to pour herself more coffee. Because her back was turned away from Joshua, she didn’t see him frowning at her. Joshua felt very overheated and again that feeling of the walls closing in on him almost overtook him. He wished he could have stayed back in bed in the cool confines of his air-conditioned bedroom.

“I haven’t been to the house to see dad in a few days. I’m going to stop over there and spend some quality time with him and then… I don’t know.” Joshua muttered the last part.

“Huh?” Susan said as she emptied the dishwasher.

Joshua shook his head. “Never mind. Just speaking aloud to myself.” He finished his coffee and poured another cup to take with him for the ride.

Susan looked up and smiled. “Tell Poppa Joe I say hello and that the boys miss him. We should have him over. Perhaps we should have a barbeque next weekend? I know how much he loves to get out of the house and play with Chris and Jake.”

Joshua’s hand tightened around his mug. “Sure. I’ll ask.” He turned away to grab his keys when Susan called out to him.

“Hey there mister, aren’t you forgetting something.” She crossed her arms and gave a pout, much like Jake had done.

Joshua wasn’t amused, but smiled anyway and raised a hand. “Love you.” He walked over to where his keys hung on the wall and out to the garage. He didn’t even say goodbye to his sons. They didn’t seem to care either.

Susan stood there frowning. She had a wife’s intuition after all and she knew when something was wrong with her husband. She shrugged and hoped that by Joshua seeing his dad he would be in better spirits. She didn’t like the recent feeling she had, where her thoughts haunted her. The fear she could be loosing him brought tears to her eyes.

***

The ride to Joshua’s father’s house took less than twenty minutes. He usually drove the freeway but this time he decided to take the scenic back roads through the suburban areas. This route allowed him to play his Simon and Garfunkel greatest hits CD and blast his air conditioning in his three-year-old Lexus. No child’s seat or grubby fingerprints were allowed in this car. That was for the Jeep Liberty Susan drove.

Joshua felt somewhat better as he belted out “Cecelia”. He loved driving and didn’t mind his normal thirty-minute commute to work every morning. Those mornings were his time to think and lose himself in his own world. He could pretend to be anyone in that short time. There was no wife or children to bring him down. He felt like a god on the freeway for that short half hour. But then it would be all over as soon as he drove into the parking garage. He also felt the same on the ride home from work when he pulled up into his own garage. He needed to take a few minutes to pull himself together and put on his game face; the same one his wife enjoyed seeing and didn’t question.

A feeling of nostalgia came over him as he pulled his car in front of the brick house he lived at for the first twenty-one years of his life. This was where he’d been born and raised by two incredible people who loved each other and very dedicated to their family. Joshua had always admired his parents, especially his dad. Not a day went by where he didn’t think of the man who made him into what he was today.

The air felt thick and wicked hot. By the time Joshua walked up the front steps, the back of his t-shirt was already damp with his sweat. He rang the doorbell and opened the door. He always rang the bell so not to scare his father.

“Hey Pop, it’s Josh.” He yelled as he walked into the foyer and closed the door. The smell of glass cleaner and wood polish was strong. The housekeeper must have come yesterday to dust and vacuum.

“I’m having lunch in the kitchen.” A deep resonating voice spoke from the back of the house.

Joshua smiled. He always loved hearing his dad’s voice. It came from a man who knew what he wanted and wouldn’t be told otherwise.

Walking down the hall and into the sunny kitchen where he had eaten many meals, he noticed his father sitting at the kitchen table drinking glass of orange juice in one hand while he ate a piece of bagel smothered with butter and jelly in the other. His small clock radio on the counter was set to a station playing light music. Joseph Mcilroy enjoyed all types of music but his favorite genre was jazz. His enormous jazz collection proved his music obsession and when he passed on Joshua would be the new owner.

Not that Joseph was ready to go to the great beyond just yet. At seventy years of age he looked like a man fifteen years younger. Joseph had been the same age Joshua was now when his beloved son came into the word. Joshua had been an accident, but his favorite son even though he would never admit it. Joshua had been conceived from a night of such anger and passion between Joseph and his wife Rebecca. Joseph smiled over that wonderful memory.

Joshua sat down across from his father. “What’s the smile for?”

Joseph took a bite of his bagel. “Just thinking of the night your mother and I made you.”

”Let’s not go there.” Joshua held up both his hand and let out a shudder. Joseph let out a loud a booming laugh and hit his knee.

“Boy, you do make me laugh.”

“Old man, you make me laugh also.” Both father and son shared a smile together.

Their laughter died out and Joshua watched his father finish eating his breakfast. Joseph ate slowly so he could savor his meal. Just another thing Joshua admired about his father. No matter where he was or what he was doing, he would take the time and enjoy a meal placed in front of him.

“Instead of sitting here watching me eat, why don’t you make something for yourself or grab a cup of coffee?”

Joshua sat back in his chair with his hands on his knees. “That’s okay dad. I’m not hungry. Susan put on a pot of coffee before I drove over here.”

“How are Susan and the kids?” Joseph asked as he finished his bagel and took a sip of his coffee.

“They’re great. Typical Saturday morning at casa de Mcilroy ”

Joseph put his mug down and stood. He took his plate over to the sink to clean it. “Something must be up then. Why would you come here when you could be spending the day with your family?’

Joshua rubbed his sweaty palms on his shorts. “Does there have to be a reason to see my father? By the way, Susan and I want to invite you over to a barbeque next weekend.” Joshua rubbed away at the sweat on his forehead. His father wasn’t a fan of air conditioning, and even though the house tended to be cool enough in the summer, today was just way too hot for it not to be on.

Joseph didn’t seem to mind the heat and looked comfortable in his own white t-shirt, black shorts and bare feet.

“Sure. I would love to see my grandsons and my daughter-in-law who is one hell of a cook. She can’t hold a flame to your mother who was one of the best cooks I ever met. She sure knew her way around the kitchen.”

“Dad, about that… can we sit where it’s cooler? I’m dying here.”

Joseph placed his plate in the dishwasher and grabbed the newspaper lying on the counter. “Let’s go sit out on the front porch. The shade is great there and I won’t have to hear you complain. Your generation has it so easy. Back when I was growing up-”.

“Yeah dad, I know.” Joshua stood and stretched.

Joseph gave his son a disgruntled look. “You always had a bad habit of interrupting others. Do you know that?”

Joshua rolled his eyes and followed his father who walked out of the kitchen and to the front of the house. Joseph didn’t wait for him to follow and left the front door open. Joshua walked out. His father sat comfortably in a chair placed in the corner. Joshua sat across from him with his back to the street. Joshua had a fond memory of his mother who liked to knit out here. After dinner his mom and dad would sit out here. He and his brothers were always busy doing their own thing such as homework or some late night activity that they never sat with their parents. For a moment Joshua felt remorseful he never did join them.

Joseph used the newspaper as a fan even though it felt a bit cooler outside. In a few hours the brutal sun would be high in the sky. For the moment both father and son felt satisfied.

“What’s the deal Josh?” Joseph asked without preamble.

Joshua turned to the side and watched a squirrel climb up a nearby tree. “This morning I woke up and decided I hated my life. I didn’t want to be married or bothered with any children. I wanted to just lie in bed someplace where it was cool and not deal with any responsibilities.”

Joseph stopped fanning himself with the paper and squinted his eyes as he looked at his son. “Where the hell is this coming from?”

Joshua shrugged. “I don’t know. Lately I have been feeling… depressed, unfulfilled. As I lay in bed this morning and heard my family downstairs I felt detached. Then I began to think about mom.”

“What about your mother?”

Joshua ignored the defensive tone in his father’s voice. “You know dad. The night mom died. I know you don’t like to talk about it with the twins and me but it has been over ten years. I can’t help but wonder if the way I’m feeling is the way mom felt.”

Joseph wiped at his forehead with the back of his hand and let out a loud breath. “Ten years isn’t long enough. Hell, fifty years will never be enough. I guess I can’t blame you for asking. It’s not like you are some young kid after all. And if you have what your mother- no, I’m not going there.”

“Dad-”

Joseph held up his hand. “Listen. I will say my piece about your mother but after today we will never, ever bring this up again. Sometimes things are better left quiet or not meant to be understood. The only reason I’m talking to you now about this is because of these feelings you have. Do you understand me?”

Joshua slumped down in his chair. “Sure dad.”

Joseph nodded. “Good. I’m not going to rehash history because you know most of it, but the first time I saw your mother I knew she was the one and only for me. I was this scrawny fourteen-year-old about to enter my first year of high school. Your mother moved in across the street much like a day like today. It was hotter than heck. When I walked out of my house to go play some ball, I looked across the street and saw your mother with her hair pigtails and wearing a white summer dress. I fell head over heels in love. We became friends. And from that our love grew and one thing led to another and we married. Well, your mother and I left some things out.”

Joshua frowned. “What things dad?”

Joseph looked off into the distance, lost in his memories. “The love I have for your mother is deep and beautiful. It warms me. I adored that woman, so much so that I would have done anything for her. She cared for me but not the way I cared for her. We had always been very good friends but she didn’t feel the same way I felt for her. She liked to be alone, where she would be lost in her own world. I used to get so jealous because I wanted to be her whole world. She became quiet and sullen at times where no one could reach her. She went through some very hard times because she felt so miserable and I… I was one of the reasons for it. When she went off to college she met another man… things didn’t turn out so well in the end and she became a bit ruined because of it. But I was there to pick up the pieces, the one to take her back and cherish her. The ideal solution was for us to get married, which we did. And for almost twenty fives years we had many ups and down. Our greatest joy was the birth of you boys. Rebecca never looked happier when she took care of you. My thrill was seeing her happy. But at certain times, when she would look at me, the light in her eyes dimmed a bit. I was never the man she wanted to be with. Her heart always belonged to that man who broke her heart in college. There are some things I have done that I am not proud of. One of them is knowing I had your mother and she was mine and no one could take her from me. I was greedy and jealous and wanted all her love. I would only share her love with our children and myself. And because I had it, I thought I won. The sad thing of the matter was that your mother could take it all away from me. And she did that night she hung herself in the bathroom.”

Joshua sat in silent shock as he watched his father sob. He’d seen him cry only once in his life and that was at his mother’s funeral. Joshua reached out his hand to comfort the old man but Joseph knocked it away,

“I’m good. None of that now.” Joseph wiped away at his eyes and sighed. He sat there in the summer shade looking at nothing in particular.

Joshua licked his lips. “Dad… I never. Jesus.” He bent forward and placed his arms on his knees and stared at the chipped wood floor of the porch. Sweat poured down his back. He didn’t care.

“I never thought to run away from my life, even as I figured it all out about your mother. It almost destroyed me knowing every time I held her in my arms she longed for another. But I was so grateful because I had one small piece of her. You on the other hand have so much more. Susan loves you as a woman should love her man. Can you say you feel the same way about her?”

“Yes.” Joshua said in a strong voice and looked back up at his father.

Joseph nodded at his son. “Good. I believe you. Anytime you’re thinking such horrible thoughts, think back to this conversation we had about your mother and I.”

“I will Pop. I will.” This time Joseph allowed his son to place a hand on his shoulder. Father and son sat on the porch a little while longer until the heat became too intense and then they moved inside. Joseph turned on the air conditioner because it had become too hot for even him.

***

Joshua drove home with the windows down and the radio blasting. After sitting in his father’s house for a few hours, where the air conditioning was set on full blast, Joshua longed for the natural summer air against his skin. For some reason he wasn’t sweating as much as he did when he first drove to his father’s. The sudden need to feel cool didn’t matter to him any longer.

After the discussion on the front porch, Joseph made a pitcher of lemonade and he and Joshua sat in the living room, enjoying the cool air. They chatted of nonsensical things and all too soon Joseph dozed in his lounger his wife bought for him many Christmases ago. Joshua left his dad with a hug and a new sense of optimism.

When Joshua reached his home, he saw the sprinkler was on and his two boys running in and out of the spray. Susan sat on the front porch watching them and when Joshua pulled the car into the driveway she smiled and waved. Joshua honked his horn, turned off the car and watched his family for a brief moment.

A sheen of sweat formed on his forehead, but Joshua didn’t care. He felt so happy. The depression he had a few short hours ago disappeared much like a slight breeze during this hot and humid summer day.

La Bella Lesbian Erotic Paranormal Rated-R

2010-04-18T11:26:00.000-07:00

The rippling fire from the fireplace casted a glow over the bedroom suite as Norah sat against the metal headboard with her wrists in silver handcuffs attached to the bars. She waited in trepidation for her kidnapper to make an appearance again. Her prison was a comfortable one, for the room gave off a cozy feel that had a wonderful view of the city. Then again, there was a horrible snow storm raging outside that would cause a standstill for the majority of the residents by tomorrow morning if it didn’t let up soon. But it probably wouldn’t since the weather forecast called for ten more inches before dawn broke. She should feel safe in this fancy prison, since the security was unlike any other in the world, especially when the one they guarded ruled over these streets with an iron fist.

Norah knew how both sides of the coin lived. She once was one of the many gutter kids living in the worst of all the ghettos among the hungriest, most pathetic group of creatures to walk the Earth. She was one of the countless that had been forgotten, but was able to get out and survive. Her former lover had also.

But her lover hadn’t anticipated her running away all those years ago, and now she was here at her mercy once again.

Norah’s ears twitched as the bedroom door open. She flexed her stiff fingers. Her cheek throbbed from where she fell on the pavement as she slipped on the ice trying to escape from Gabriela, better known as La Bella. Norah had once whispered many endearments, specifically “bella” into Gabriela’s ear as they lay in each other’s arms, dreaming of a way out of their poverty.

Gabriela walked into the room and closed the door softly behind her. She barely made any sound as she crossed the ivory colored carpet in her four inch black heels. Her long curly mahogany hair was piled on top of her hair to show her off her long swan like neck Norah had always enjoyed placing kisses over. She watched as Gabriela walked over to the tall windows, covered in almost sheer white curtains, to look out at the storm. She took a moment to appreciate the woman she once thought as her whole world. She couldn’t help but admire the cut of Gabriela’s coal gray suit jacket and short matching skirt that hugged her ass so well.

Norah looked down at her very lacking and inexpensive wardrobe of a long sleeved white button down oxford shirt and five-year-old blue jeans that were now torn and ripped at one knee.

“Remember that day when we were seventeen and escaped from our keepers and went to the beach? It had to be hotter than hell that day, but the ocean water was so nice and refreshing. And then we found a cheap, pay by the hour motel and fucked each other for hours.” Gabriela spoke fondly as she turned and crossed her arms.

Norah swallowed. The look in La Bella’s eyes was chilling. This was a woman mortal men feared for she killed without warning and smiled as she did it. A shiver of fear climbed down her spine. She didn’t know how to respond this woman, who in a blink of an eye would tear out her throat and bathe in her blood if she so desired.

“Ah Norah. You slay me, you really do.” Gabriela walked over to the bed covered in satin sheets and comforter that was close to the same color of the bedroom carpet, slipped off her shoes and sat next to Norah’s hip. Her eyes roamed over Norah’s face and she frowned.

“I made sure Rico was punished for this.” She stroked her finger lightly over Norah’s bruised cheek.

“If you hadn’t sent them after me, I wouldn’t have slipped and fell. If anyone is to blame, it should be you,” Norah spat out and jiggled her wrists. “Unlock these things. My arms are tired and it’s not like I can escape with that storm outside.”

Norah turned her face away as Gabriela leaned over to kiss her.

Gabriela laughed softly and cupped Norah’s cheek. “Such brave words mi niña linda.”

Norah remained still as Gabriela’s mouth met her own. She tried not to respond, but because there was so much history between them both, she couldn’t ignore Gabriela’s spicy taste. She held back a moan as Gabriela’s tongue came out and flicked over her bottom lip. Norah’s eyes drifted closed, but then shot open when Gabriela moved away.

“Oh mi belleza. I’ve missed you so.”

Norah stared into the fireplace. “Heavy with the compliments tonight aren’t you?” She sniffed and went to cross her arms, but remembered she couldn’t. She held back a snarl and thought back to the many cold winters she had suffered. Suddenly she was overcome with such sadness. “I-I’ve missed you so much Gabriela. You must believe that. For over eight years I’ve lived in fear you would find me and punish me for leaving you.”
Gabriela let out a sigh and pressed a hand over Norah’s short auburn hair. “Norah, I would never hurt you. I’m angry, yes, but so very happy you’ve come back to me.”

Norah let out a sob and looked at Gabriela in shock. “I’ve come back? What you mean is that you tricked me, using the excuse of my foster mother’s funeral for you to grab me off the street and keep me captive here. The only reason I came back was to say goodbye to the woman who did her best to keep me fed and warm, and barely that. And here you sit, acting as if nothing’s wrong. You’re La Bella for fuck’s sake. The scourge of the city. Your reputation is legendary. I have no doubt in my mind you’ll make me pay because you’re a woman scorned, aren’t you Mistress Demonia?”

If anyone else had talked to her this way other than Norah, Gabriela would have gorged their eyes out. But she couldn’t do that to her Norah. She loved her to the point of madness and wouldn’t apologize for the techniques she used to get her into her bedroom. She would do whatever she could to keep Norah with her, even if she had to use force, for she knew Norah would eventually succumb to her before this night ended.

Gabriela gave her a tight smile and tugged on a strand of Norah’s pin straight hair and stood. “How soon you forget how good it was between us. Remember hat last night we were together, when you snuck away with your tail in between your legs? How’d I tied you down and had my way with you? I know you can’t forget those countless times I’d had my fingers and tongue in every hole of your body. It has been eight long years. and except for my own hand and the mouth of one of my guards in between my pussy from time to time, I’ve never had another such as you. The way you would bring me to peak…well. So yes, tonight you are at my mercy and no, I will not unlock those cuffs. Before I’m done with you here, you’ll never think of leaving me again.”

Gabriela unbuttoned her jacket and then her shirt. She took down her hair and licked her lips as Norah jangled the cuffs as if she would be released.

Norah tried to ignore how her nipples had grown hard and were poking through her shirt. “This will be rape! I don’t want you. I have a different life and someone I love who loves me and isn’t a soulless killer like you.”

Gabriela rolled her eyes and never said a word as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She unclasped her nude colored bra and matching thong and took that off also. She placed her hands on her hips and swayed back over to her prisoner and climbed on the bed, smiling broadly.

“It won’t be rape and you know it. And there’s no one you love as much as me because I own you, always have and always will. You can scream and yell and tell me no, but I know how much you want me. I can smell your desire wafting from in between those twenty dollar jeans you’re wearing. I’m sick of seeing them on you and they need to come off. Now.”

Norah pulled in her knees, as if that would stop Gabriela. She pressed back as far as she could but it was no use. Gabriela crawled over to her and straddled her hips. She placed her hands on Norah’s shoulders and leaned in close. Her tanned, bronzed colored breasts swayed and brushed against Norah’s chin. Norah shuddered and turned her head away.

“Please don’t do this Bella.” Norah’s voice cracked and she moved up her hips to dislodge the woman she still wanted beyond all reason no matter how vocal she'd been against the fact.

Gabriela didn’t respond. Instead of ripping of her jeans as Norah expected, Gabriela unsnapped them instead and pulled down the zipper. She tapped her fingers over Norah’s stomach. Norah pressed her head back against the bars. She opened her mouth but nothing came out, except a gasp when Gabriela cupped her denim mound and pressed her thumb through the opening where Norah’s plain looking white cotton panties peeked out.

“Tsk… tsk. I’m going to buy you something sexier to wear. These will not do.”

“Screw you. I wear what I want.” Norah spit out, showing her teeth.

Before she could even think of another insult, Gabriela grabbed her by her hair and smashed her mouth against hers. Norah tried to bite down on Gabriela’s coral colored lips, but instead, Gabriela bite down hard on Norah’s bottom lip. Norah took in a deep breath and tried to move her head away, but couldn’t. Gabriela held her in an immovable grip.

La Bella was well known for her strength and skills in self-defense and in martial arts. There were many times she overpowered even the strongest and heaviest of men. And this was no different with Nora.

She rubbed her crotch against Norah’s and both women sobbed into each other’s mouths. Other woman trimmed their pussy hair, but not Gabriela. In her culture, a bountiful bush was a true sign of femininity. Plus, she liked it au natural because Norah always did, especially years before when Norah would nibble and play around her pussy hair with her canines and always bringing her to orgasm.

The many countless times Norah had eaten her out, she’d enjoyed giving over receiving. But tonight was a new beginning for them both and Gabriela wanted to jab her tongue into Norah’s moist throbbing twat she hoped hadn’t been touched by anyone except for her.

Gabriela was overcome with jealousy at the thought of anyone besides her pleasuring her former lover. She pressed her tongue hard against Norah’s own and mimicked the sex act she would soon do with Norah’s cunt. She pressed Norah further down on the bed and as she continued to molest her mouth with her talented and lusty tongue, Norah’s legs fell open. Gabriela knew Norah couldn’t concentrate. She was too busy enjoying the way her mouth was being ravaged. This gave her time to tug down Norah’s jeans and dull looking underwear, until they landed around her ankles. When Norah finally snapped to and realized she was naked below the waist, she shook her head and cried out.

“Don’t do this. I can’t—”

Gabriela stuck two of her long, manicured fingers straight up and against Norah’s clit. Norah sobbed from the pleasure and tears trickled down the side of her face.

Gabriela took Norah’s mouth again with her own, and finger fucked her in slow movements, flicking around Norah’s cunt as she pressed in circular motions against her clit. Norah panted against Gabriela’s mouth and tongued deep inside, licking the roof and sides of her bella’s mouth. She unclenched her fists and her arms fell above her head as Gabriela pressed her mouth against her ear.

“You deserved to be punished for leaving me, mi belleza. Now you will pay with your body.”

She ripped opened Norah’s shirt and buttons went flying everywhere. Norah shouted and Gabriela quickly gave her another deep tonguing kiss. Her hand still worked in between Norah’s legs and she used her free one to remove Norah’s bra that unclasped in the front. It felt open and Norah’s very bountiful breasts feel to each side. They were much bigger than Gabriela’s and she loved how she could mold them with her hands, how they overflowed and filled her mouth. Soon she would suck and bite down on them, making sure she left marks so Norah knew who she belonged to.

“Damn you to hell,” Norah whispered.

Gabriela wasn’t in the mood to hear her complaints. She wanted to gag her and did just that. She grabbed Norah’s white underwear, rolled it up into a ball and pressed it into Norah’s mouth. Norah tried to spit it out, but Gabriela covered her mouth by slapping a palm over it. She was losing her temper and pinched Norah’s nipple hard. Norah’s eyes went wide and she grunted against her gag.

“If you even try to take that out, I will have one of my men come in here to join us. While I go down on you, I will make sure he eats out your ass and then fucks you from behind.”

Norah looked at Gabriela in fear and closed her eyes. She gave her a slight nod. Gabriela’s threat wasn’t false. She would do just that to get what she wanted.

Gabriella pressed her lips against Norah’s cheek and cupped Norah’s very wet pussy. She was surprised to feel Norah’s excitement trickling down her legs and couldn’t help but wonder if her statement appealed to her bound beauty. She didn’t want to share Norah with anyone else but her idea had merit. She pushed it in the back of her mind to reflect on later, but wanted to make Norah come all over face first. She slid down until her mouth was perfectly in lined with her hand that moved up and down and over Norah’s weeping core. She pulled out her hand and rubbed her fingers together, enjoying the way Norah’s desire looked and smelled. She licked her fingers clean and glanced up at Norah’s face. Her captive’s eyes were open and she sobbed as more of her milky fluid leaked out.

Without another word, Gabriela pushed open Norah’s cunt lips and went to work. She pressed her mouth wide, covering Norah’s steaming core and sucked hard and long, making Norah lift up her legs and pressing her heels down on Gabriela’s back to bring her in closer. Gabriela rubbed her nose against Norah’s tangy smelling curls and when Norah rocked her hips in time with Gabriela’s mouth, more of her come dripped down the inside of her legs. Gabriela lifted her mouth and her tongue followed the trail, taking little nips along the way. Her own hand drifted down to her very needy core and knew she wouldn’t last much longer. She wanted Norah’s mouth and tongue lapping up her juices.

She leaned up, and as she pressed kisses over Norah’s slightly rounded stomach she slapped her hands over Norah’s breasts and dug her fingers into her nipples and her areolas. Norah pounded her feet against the bed and when Gabriela placed her mouth against one of her breasts and sucked down, Norah’s head shot up and she screamed as loud as she could through her panties.

Her whole body went tense and then landed in a thump on the mattress. She breathed deeply through her nose, ignoring the stream of fluid that made a puddle on the bed as she found her release. She looked through half opened eyes as Gabriela sat up, straddling her torso. She pulled out the underwear and shared a kiss with Norah. She could taste the slight salt and tang scent that should had disgusted her, but didn’t. She wanted more, to drown in Gabriela’s sweet honey, enjoying the way it would flow down her throat.

“Sit on my face and let me eat you.” She sounded gruff to her ears but didn’t care.

Gabriela wrapped her hands around Norah’s throat and licked her lips, chin and throat. She moved up and held onto the back of the iron headboard with one hand while she spread her knees wide over Norah’s head, making sure not to put all her weight on her face. She spread open her pussy lips with two fingers and pressed herself over Norah’s mouth that was open and ready to receive her.

Norah knew all too well what to expect and didn’t care how Gabriela would react. But first she needed a promise from her before she gave her pleasure.

“Bella, you must promise me you will release these damned shackles after I bring you to peak,” she said in a rough whisper and placed a kissed on the inside of Gabriela’s thigh.

Gabriela panted and nodded. “I promise, just eat me. I need to feel your mouth on me like I did with mine on yours.”

A promise given from Gabriela was all that Norah needed to hear. She pressed her face into Gabriela’s glistening hairy honey pot and stuck her tongue out and lapped at the swollen furry pussy lips as if they were the sweetest thing she ever tasted.

“Oh, yes! Harder!” Gabriela grounded out and moved up and over Nora’s squirming tongue. She pressed down on Norah’s mouth and Norah latched on, giving her small nips and bites that drove Gabriela crazy. Norah breathed heavily through her nose as Gabriela’s pungent musky scent hit her nostrils. She couldn’t wait until she was released form her bonds so she could pounce on top of her and submerge her whole face in Gabriela’s dripping cunt.

Gabriela’s head rolled back and she moaned deeply. A crackling sound grew in the room, but not from the wood in the fireplace. It was coming from Gabriela’s back.

Norah bit down so hard in between Gabriela’s legs that she drew blood. As she slurped loudly, Gabriela screamed and came. Norah paid her no mind and lapped up her dripping juices along with the blood she drew from Gabriel’s dripping core. She pulled up he knees wanting to keep Gabriela imprisoned so she could swallow more. But Gabriela was too strong and as Norah took away her mouth and came up for some much needed air, Gabriela fell back on the bed and rolled from side to side. The bed shook hard and banged up against the wall as Gabriela went into convulsions. Norah wasn’t concerned because she had witnessed this reaction many times before.

Gabriella exhaled and fell to her side, breathing deeply into the sheets as her grey and black wings flew out and spread over her back. He nails grew into dark magenta colored claws and two small brown nubs rose out from each side of her head. Because she lost control of all her senses, she couldn’t keep her second half inside. This was always the case whenever Norah had gone down on her.

“Release my bonds!” Norah yelled and tugged against the cuffs, almost drawing blood.

With a lazy sweep of her hands, the cuffs came loose and she watched Norah take them off and throw them to the floor. Norah knelt on her hands and knees and shook her head and started her own change.

Norah’s head shot up and she let out an ear splitting howl that would have caused a horrible, painful ringing to a normal human’s ears. But it was music to Gabriela’s ears. She laid back and rubbed her fingers through her wet pussy, enjoying the milky strands of her come that covered her claws. She brought hand up to her face, but before she could suck them clean, a hairy nuzzle nudged her leg.

Gabriela looked down at Norah who was now in her full blown wolf form, wearing a wonderful coat of sable color of fur with a long face and big black snout. Her beautiful brown eyes stared at Gabriela in hunger. Gabriela’s own eyes turned a dark red and she lifted her knees up to her chest. Norah’s eight inch tongue unraveled from her mouth and she pressed her nose in between Gabriela’s legs.

“It has been so long my love,” Gabriela whispered and patted Norah’s wolfen head. She closed her eyes and lifted her arms over her head to play with her horns while Norah went working tasting her down below.

The sounds of loud sucking combined with harsh moans and howls echoed in the room and down the hall as the snow continued to fall late into the night.

***
Gabriela watched as the morning dawn appeared over the horizon as a few remaining snow flakes flew outside her bedroom window. The storm had passed and now her city was a winter wonderland and the perfect excuse for staying inside or in bed.

She turned to look at her lover who was passed out. Norah snored softly, her face pressed into Gabriela’s neck, her hand lying limp over Gabriela’s breast.

Gabriela couldn’t stop staring at her lover and as her claws shortened, she pushed a few loose strands of hair away from Norah’s cheek. Norah mumbled and yawned, opening her eyes and hugging Gabriela closer. Her thumb brushed back and forth over a nipple and Gabriela turned slightly, her wings covering them both from the chill in the room.

“I’ve scratched you,” Nora said in a husky whisper and cupped Gabriela’s shoulder. Gabriela had scratched marks up and down the front of her body, on her legs and along her neck. They would be gone by mid day since demons didn’t scar.

“No worries, mi belleza.” Gabriela kissed the top of Norah’s head and wrapped her arms around her.

Norah pushed her knee in between Gabriela’s legs, where she could feel their combined love, a now dried mix that covered Gabriela’s pussy bush.
“Sometimes I forget myself. You shouldn’t have provoked me and kept me locked up.”

Gabriela lifted an eyebrow and snorted. “I loved it and your animal side. That tongue of yours is a dangerous weapon.”

Norah blushed and rubbed her chin against Gabriela’s arm. “Your tongue isn’t too shabby either.”

Gabriela’s let out a peel of laughter, which made Nora smile. Both women pressed their lips together and kissed hungrily. Norah’s hand drifted down and rubbed Gabriela’s mound, enjoying the crisp feel of her bushy curls. She still found it odd that most demon females never trimmed or waxed their pussy hair. It was a sign of virility, unlike werewolf females who shave their cunts while in their human forms. The irony wasn’t lost on Norah.

“What now La Bella?” Norah asked pressing a finger deep into Gabriela’s needy core.

Gabriela sighed and watched Norah’s face as she pulled her leg over Norah’s hip. “It’s too dangerous to go anywhere today. You’ll stay with me where we’ll love some more and talk about your new role as my consort.”

Norah’s eyes went wide and she leaned up on her elbow, taking her sticky fingers back. “B-but Gabriela, that’s not possible. A demon can’t have a werewolf as a consort. Why do you think I left all those years ago? I knew there was no possibility of a future between us.”

“Remember, I’m La Bella. No one dares to question me. Things have changed since you’ve been gone. I’ve killed more demon men and women who have tried to stop me. What I says go, and in this case, you will be accepted.”

Norah looked over at the fireplace where the fire had long been extinguished. She glanced around the opulent room and finally out the window. Gabriela waited silently, hoping Norah would accept, where she wouldn’t have to force her into submission or lock her up until she agreed.

“I need to think things over. I have other responsibilities and others who count one me. And you know full well my people are not going to be happy with this either. You may have a war on your hands.”

Gabriela rolled until she was on top of Norah and gave her a deep kiss. She licked at Norah’s lips and bit down until she tasted blood. Norah moaned and her eyes flickered closed.

“Let them try and stop me. We survived as children, in the ghettos of this godforsaken city that I now rule. I’m up to the fight and I have the feeling you are also. Say yes, stay with me.” Gabriella rubbed her face against Norah and her fangs came out and pressed down, sucking out more blood.

Norah wiped her cheek and look at her fingers that were covered in blood. Gabriela licked her hand, enjoying her taste.

Norah sighed. “How about we enjoy this day together and then when we can speak more reasonably about our future together, we can come to a decision.”

Since Norah wasn’t looking at Gabriela’s face, she missed the hard and cold look in the demon’s eyes. Gabriela’s eyes turned red and she swooped down and pressed her mouth against Norah’s throat, marking her with her fangs and drinking deeply from her throat, much like Norah did to her only a few short hours ago when she was in her wolf form.

When Gabriela looked back at Norah, their eyes met. Norah’s eyes grew wide and she let out a gasp and her whole body relaxed. She stared up at the ceiling and stared off in to the distance.

“Oh my sweet, dear wolf.” Gabriela brushed the hair away from Norah’s forehead and continued to stare into her eyes.

When Nora seemed to be barely conscious, Gabriela laughed and reached down Norah’s stomach to nick her tender flesh there. She had plans for Norah over the next few hours. By the end of the day, she would make certain that Norah never left her again.

Norah didn’t complain or fight when Gabriela locked her in the cuffs again. She was mindless to the pleasure and building orgasms Gabriela made her feel because of the one simple demon glare she shared with her.

She’d forgotten one simple rule when dealing with a demon. Never look them in the eye for their powers of mind control was strong and could make even the most powerful of werewolves their mindless love slaves.

A Cabin in the Woods Paranoral Horror Rated- R

2010-04-18T11:13:00.000-07:00

She had been running through the dense forest for only a short while. The one who wanted her body was right behind her. Paul had made sure that when she had escaped she would go in the opposite direction from where freedom was, to the road they took up on the drive up here to his cabin in the woods. Actually the cabin had belonged to his grandfather and was given to him as part of his inheritance when the old man had died ten years ago. Alexia believed him then when he told her in the car. Now she wasn’t sure if that was a lie also.

The young woman ran as if her life depended on it, which it did. She knew he enjoyed the thrill of this chase. For she was not the only woman he had brought up here for his pleasure. The idealistic weekend of relaxation and sex she had imagined would now lead to torture, rape and then murder. Her death. The city that she resided in was only an hour away from this wooded paradise. The community there was living under fear, for a serial killer had targeted young females.

Over the past year, five women were found dead in alleyways, the majority of them beaten and brutally raped. Their bodies left for the rodents that had nibbled on their flesh before the police could locate them. The corpse’s breasts were ravaged, the nipples chewed upon as if they were bitten off by the perpetrator. The main question was left unanswered as to where those small nubs were. Also, deep lacerations were cut deep into the torso, as well as the victim’s labia and clitoris that were cut to pieces. Their wrists, black and blue with dried blood from rope burns. This killer had great rage for these women, all very different in looks and stature, never the same except for one blatant trait. They all had long black hair with curls.

Alexia now knew the man she had picked to be her lover was this serial killer. She had long black curls that fell past her shoulders. And in this day and age she also knew that when a man respected a woman’s wishes to wait for sex, he was too good to be true, especially when both parties were interested in acting on their mutual attraction for one another. She tried so hard to get him past the foreplay and oral sex they enjoyed and took part in. But he wanted to wait until their six month anniversary to have a romantic getaway where their every desire and fantasy would come to life. His every desire would come true, while hers would be a nightmare.

As these horrible thoughts of ravaged nipples and forced sex overtook her mind, she tripped and twisted her ankle on an overgrown root that poked out from the forest floor. She tumbled in the fading autumn afternoon, and gasped in both shock and pain. She fell face first and slid on the rough ground as the leaves fell upon her as to cover her in protection. But the leaves were not good enough, because before she could rise and hide, Paul had found her. And with one punch to her face she blacked out.

* * *

When she awoke she was naked and spread eagle tied to the king size bed in the master suite where his fantasy was about to be played out. There was a bit of a chill in the air for the heat was set on very low. The moon was high in the sky and the light filtered through the muted green curtains that covered the only window in the room. She could only see through one eye, for her other eye was shut and swollen from the punch she had been given. She rolled her head side to side, and even though there was only a small desk lamp next to her near the bedside table, and no other light source, she could see the interior of the room quite well. She was not alone, for her former beau was standing in front of a dresser and looking into a mirror. He too was naked, and his penis was quite hard. It was of adequate length and would have done the job quite well to bring her to peak, but now it would be a tool of destruction. He glanced at her through the mirror and smiled.

“I see you are awake. Good, I can’t wait for us to begin. All the others seemed to enjoy it, or so they exclaimed when I rammed into them, and made them tell me how much they wanted me and loved me.” His smile was a sick one and his bloodshot hazel eyes were a bit glazed over for he had just finished a marijuana joint that was placed in a glass ashtray next to him.

She heard a crinkling sound as he moved over to a suitcase that had been placed on a chair near the closet. The ground was covered in a tarp; the type that painters used so no drops would fall onto the carpet. He would make sure her blood did not stain this carpet. Every other of his past victim’s blood didn’t touch any part of the floor, only the cheap $9.99 white K-Mart sheets he had bought for an occasion such as this.

He hummed an old Frank Sinatra tune under his breath as he opened the suitcase and began to choose his tools to use on her. He glanced over his shoulder and saw her try to break her bonds. He let out a small chuckle, for no matter how hard she tried to break the ropes, he knew she wouldn’t.

“Try all you want, my dear, but those ropes won’t break no matter how hard you try, well, unless you have superhuman strength, which I don’t think you do.” He spoke over his shoulder.

He was annoyed. These dumb bitches always acted the same. The crying, the screaming and the squirming as he used his eight inch carving knife to fuck them hard. First he would use his cock and then the knife. The blood would flow and he would bathe in it while he bit off one of her nipples, his favorite nighttime snack. One for now; the other for later.

But the poor fool had no idea that she was not like the other dumb bitches as he thought. For, when he was ready to start his game, he heard a snap. Before he could turn, he was pushed head first against the closet door, the knife slipping out of his hand to the ground. Paul was held immobile, his head grinded into the wood. He tried to scream. But he couldn’t, for his mouth began to fill with blood, as a few of his teeth had shattered.

The thing that held him rubbed up against his back and gave a small cackle in his ear. A tongue swiped across his shoulder and then a mouth against his neck.

“My dear man, you thought I was like all the others, a foolish young thing who fell for your promises of love and devotion. You are not the first to have offered that and not the last. But for you, this will be the last.”

He was quickly pulled around and faced a horror unlike anything he had ever seen. It was a huge gaping mouth with enlarged teeth, much longer than his own eight-inch carving knife, and eyes that glowed as red as blood. The mouth was so large that it could eat his head whole. The monster did not go for his head, but instead, as quick as could be, dropped and bit down where his most precious tool lay, now limp. He screamed in agony and would continue to do so late into the night until he was devoured whole.

***
The next morning was a dreary one for a thunderstorm had arrived in the area over night. The sun was hiding and the rain fell in big drops upon the muddy ground. All was silent in that small cabin in the woods. Only the sounds of birds screeching were heard. No human was in the near vicinity.

Alexia was so happy a storm had come. Rain always brought the promise of a fresh new day, and because the sun was quite a bitch to handle when it was high in the sky, it was a relief that it was hidden. Her tender flesh could only take so much. She had recovered quite well from her distressing night. The rope marks on her wrists were fading, as well as her black and swollen eye. She had a nice big dinner and even a better breakfast. Now she waited for her ride to come and get her.

There was nothing left of her poor boyfriend even though the fantasies she had longed for and with him did come true last night. She was sated in so many ways and would always remember this night in the many years to come. So many had come and gone, and all her prey had a special place in her heart. Alexia continued to stand on the front porch until a long black limo drove into the gravel driveway. She made sure the front door was locked, and picked up her suitcase along with a Tupperware container, and made her way to the car. The backdoor was open and without a second glance she slid in next to the only passenger inside. She turned her head and gave him a small smile. As the car moved, the man with the same color hair as hers, that almost fell to his shoulders grabbed her chin and gave her a kiss in greeting. He sniffed her lips and smiled.

“Did you enjoy your night?” He asked in a whisper that made a woman think of dark sexual thoughts.

She took a moment to respond, for his voice always made her wet. Alexia nodded and licked his lips with her own. “One of the best nights I’ve had in such a long time. He did promise me a night of unparallel delights, and he certainly did deliver.”

The man snorted in his elegant way and brushed away a piece of imaginary lint off her dark blue strapless dress that reached to mid thigh. “And did you bring me a present?” he asked, sounding more playful.

She sighed and placed the Tupperware on his lap. “Here,” and she glanced out the widow to watch the foliage. She always did enjoy this time of year. For this was the time she had been reborn, as well as her creator who set next to her.

He opened the Tupperware and inhaled deeply as the aroma of dead flesh hit his nose. He took a piece out and held it up to his mouth. He so did enjoy a good breast now and again. As he ate his meal, she caressed his hair and rubbed his head, hoping afterward he would give her a good fuck to make up for the six months she did without.

She knew she would get her wish because she had delivered her master a lovely present. The carcass of a human, especially an evil one was the best type of meal. There was only enough room for one form of evil in this world, and it was her kind.

This was an eat or be eaten type of world, and she would be the one to do the eating, not the other way around.

An Angel's Promise Paranormal Romance

2010-04-18T11:01:00.000-07:00

She had run away from him and now he was going to kill her.

Lenora knew better than to piss off an angel, but she’d panicked at the last moment. She was lucky enough to find a place to hide where she could think things over before she made a colossal mistake and mated with Pravuil. She had years to grow accustomed to belonging to him, but less than twenty-four hours before their mating ceremony, here she was darting in and out of dank, smelling alleys and back to her apartment before Prav found her and freaked out for disappearing on him.

Less than five years ago, she was a mild manner autobiographer who was paid very well for recording the life stories of others. Mainly her clients were of the supernatural variety, such as vampires, gargoyles and on occasion an angel. She knew things would never be the same the moment she came upon Prav’s brother, Casziel, bloody and beaten nearly unconscious. She should have never stopped to help—angels could hardly stand humans since they considered them to be subpar, but the way Casziel had groaned in pain and begged for her aid, she couldn’t leave him like that. And the moment she brought the injured angel into her home, Prav and her were then connected in ways she would have never expected.

If Prav didn’t punish her for hiding from him, he sure as hell would when he found out she’d gone to Nicholas for sanctuary. A two-thousand year old angel was very possessive of his property and she could imagine him going ape shit when he smelled her scent in Nicholas’s rooms; a vampire’s domain of all places. Nicholas would get a kick out of that since he loved sticking it to Prav whenever he could. Things would be so much easier if she hadn’t spent that one night with Nicholas, seeking comfort after Casziel had been murdered…

Her cell phone beeped and she pulled it out, looking over the missed calls from her friends. Prav wouldn’t call or text. He preferred to communicate in her dreams, but she found a way to block him, glad she hadn’t took that final step yet in cementing their bond for all eternity.

Bonded and mated to an arrogant and at times maniacal angel left her cold inside. She had seen both sides of Pravuil and would never forget the justice he meted out when he finally found Casziel’s killers.

She shook her head, those memories better left ignored. Prav would eventually find her and expect answers. She could only hope he wouldn’t go ballistic on her like he did the last time she ran away after they had sex the first time.

The usually busy sidewalk and streets were vacant of life. Not a good sign. Sighing, she dug into her jean pocket and took out her keys. She unlocked the front door and climbed up the steps to the third floor. The lights flickered on and off around her and the air felt thick and muggy as if an unpredictable spring shower approached.

She reached her door and rested her palm against the cool wood. Her heart pounded in her chest and her stomach complained since she’d barely eaten anything in days. And to top it all off, her body itched with the need to be pleasured.

“Help me,” Lenora whispered and rested her forehead against the door. She listened for any movement inside. All was silent. Her stomach growled again at the same time acid coated her throat. If she tried to eat anything, she’d puke. She was way too nervous, and had been for almost a week. The last meal she enjoyed was with Prav after an insane bout of lovemaking. He fed her French breads, different types of cheeses, and for dessert¬fruit covered in whipped cream, which he ate off of her body with lusty enthusiasm.

Her thighs clenched together. She was a mess, hungry for the one man who owned her heart but one she also feared.

She placed the key in the lock and turned it. Pushing her door open, she walked in to her gloomy apartment and engaged all the locks. She caught her breath and then walked quietly down the hall, past her living room where no one hid in the dark, waiting to jump out at her. Relaxing, she went into her bedroom, turning on a small lamp. She flopped down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling and grimacing over the cracks that had been there ever since she first moved in.

It needs to be painted. Lenora wiped her palms over her face. She’d been meaning to fix up her apartment for years but was always too busy. And then Prav waltzed into her life, where one thing led to another and more times than not, she was at Prav’s beck and call.

Now because of her dumb move, she’d probably end up in one of Prav’s holding cells where he kept those stupid enough to strike against him and his kind.

Musing over her new status as a traitor, who no doubt would be mentioned in every tabloid newspaper and magazine when she failed to show up for her wedding tomorrow, she sat up, her head spinning.

Her stomach cramped again, begging to be filled. She poked the annoying muscle and walked over to her dresser where she combed her fingers through her short black curls, frowning in the mirror. Her face was blotchy and her eyes red with dark shadows under them. Her lips were raw and chapped where she’d chewed at them. She glanced down at her hands, pleased she hadn’t gnawed off her nails like she used to when she was younger. She took care of them since Prav loved it when she ran her nails and fingers up and down his back and into his wings, making made him shiver in delight.

“Stop thinking about him,” she said to herself and groaned. Every waking moment of every day since they met four and half years ago, he’d latched onto her mind and wouldn’t leave.

Tears filled her eyes and she leaned her palms on top of the dresser. Suddenly the drapes covering the windows swayed.

What the hell? I didn’t leave the windows open.

Standing upright, she cracked her knuckles, another bad habit she never gave up, and calmly walked over to the windows. She grabbed hold of both sides of the eggshell colored drapes and pulled them apart. Crouched on the ledge was her heart’s desire—Pravuil, the angel scribe and keeper of the eternal records for Heaven and Earth.

Lenora backed away, stopping when the bedroom door slammed shut behind her as Pravuil waved a hand and climbed into her room. He rose to his full six foot six height and his wings spread out, brushing the ceiling above him. Lenora’s knees trembled and she almost fell to the floor in awe.

Pravuil was a treat for the eyes; his beauty unparalleled to even his own kind. His hair was spun gold, his arms and legs powerful tools to protect or used as weapons. His eyes were the lightest and clearest of blue; only found in the oceans off the coast of some island paradise.

She was his complete opposite in every way—short and stubby with undersized breasts and a face that was completely average, or in her opinion, plain, with boring brown eyes and hair that never did what it was told.

Lenora dipped her chin down in respect as Prav walked toward her. His attire consisting of slate gray slacks and a white button down shirt that felt smooth as butter against one’s skin. She dug her fingers into her palms; longing to rub her hands down his arms encased in the material and undress him.

One of Prav’s fingers lifted her chin. She looked at him straight in the eyes and waited for him to dazzle her. When he didn’t, she swallowed and tugged on her bottom lip. His hand wrapped gently around her throat, his thumb pulling on her abused lip. He frowned, his eyes growing thunderous.

“I’ve been searching for you for days,” he said softly, cocking his head to the side as he continued caressing her mouth with his thumb.

Lenora’s eyelids fluttered and she inhaled deeply to stop from falling into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist.

“I know,” she replied, at a loss for words. There was no use in explaining why she did what she did and where she had been. He knew anyway.

“You still fear me after all that has happened between us?” Prav’s voice grew harsh as he curved an arm around her waist. She squeaked as her face landed against the middle of his throat, breathing in his comforting scent that left her lightheaded whenever he was in close proximity.

“Yes, I do.” Lenora licked her lips, leaving her arms at her sides when all she wanted to do was drape herself around her angel.

“You have nothing to fear. You are my sun and the moon, the reason I rise each day.”

Tears escape Lenora’s eyes. She wiped them away, tilting her head back to look at Prav’s beautiful face. Strain lines appeared around his mouth and eyes. They’d never been there before. She was the cause of them.

“How can you say that? I’m nobody. You have so much beauty surrounding you, men and woman who I could never compete with. I can’t…oh god, you’re going to kill me for running away. Get it over with and put me out of my misery.”

Prav stepped over to her bed and sat her down on the mattress while he knelt before her. Her breath caught in her throat as he curved his arms around her waist and dropped his face into her lap. He’d never knelt submissively before her, even when they made love. Her hand came down on his head and she sifted her fingers through his hair that fell across her knees and down his back.

“I died inside when I found out you went to him.” Prav growled and held her tighter. “Nicholas taunted me when I confronted him. He explained in graphic detail how you went to him for help and stayed in his bed for days.”

Lenora rolled her eyes and cursed Nicholas silently. “You know how much he likes to make you suffer. He’s still bent out of shape that I choose you over him. Yes, I did stay in his bed. But alone. He knows I’m over him.” Lenora lifted Prav’s face in her hands and gasped in dismay as a tear fell down his cheek. “Oh, my angel, the only feelings I have for Nicholas are friendship. I had no idea I would hurt you so deeply by staying him.” Lenora blinked away her tears. “You don’t deserve me. My mind is a jumbled mess because of tomorrow. I…I’m so scared to stand in front of all those people who are expecting so much of me.”

Lenora covered her face as she cried tears of shame for her selfish actions. Prav exhaled her name and enclosed her in his arms. His wings came around them and they fell back on the bed. She cried until her throat grew raw.

“Forgive me for being so cruel,” Lenora said, peeking up at Prav’s face.

Prav caressed the side of his hand down her damp cheek and kissed her forehead. “There’s nothing to forgive. I love you. We can stop the proceedings until you’re ready to commit to me.” He cupped her by the back of her head, his eyes blazing with authority. “I won’t allow you run away a second time.”

Lenora held back a wince. All their planning for the past six months would be ruined because of her. She groaned, covering her face with her arm.

She heard Prav shift and his hand slid under her T-shirt where he spread his fingers across her stomach. She smiled as she remembered the first time he’d done such a thing when she suffered from horrible cramps.

When Prav didn’t say anything and continued stroking her stomach, she moved her arm away from her face. His head rested in his palm and a smile was perched on his lips. He looked relaxed and content.

“What do we do know?” she asked as a headache started to build behind her eyes from all her crying.

Prav glanced over at her dresser and snapped his fingers. Her cell phone beeped and then went silent.

The room fell into dark, the light from the moon casting silhouettes on the walls. He then glanced back down at her and his hand slid up higher and rested in the middle of her chest.

“Do you love me?” he asked in a hushed voice.

Lenora nodded. “Yes, I do. Desperately.”

“If I was a run of the mill mortal man with no money or power, would you still love me?”

Lenora nodded again. “I love you for who you are inside and not the power or money you have.”

Prav pressed his lips against her cheek. “And what if I couldn’t make you tremble in passion? Would you reject me then?”

Lenora sniffed and swiped her fingers over his cheek. “Having a mate with no money or power is one thing, but if he can’t satisfy me in bed, that’s where I say bye-bye.”

Prav gave her a playful growl and she yelped as he pulled her astride him. They stared at one another in silence until Prav reached behind her head and gave her a kiss that made her body tingle all over.

“Be mine forever then. Take a chance on me like you have done from the first moment we met,” Prav said in a near plea against her mouth.

She kissed his lips, sucking over them as her tongue slipped inside his mouth to lick and taste. “What if I disappoint you? There’s no thirty day return policy.” Lenora joked, breaking off the kiss and plucking at the buttons on Prav’s shirt.

He lifted up on an elbow and cupped her in between her legs. Her head fell back as his fingers dug in.

She responded by spreading her legs further apart. Closing her eyes, she unzipped her jeans, and tugged them down where they pooled around her hips. Prav’s hand slid inside and into her panties where he found her weeping.

“You’ll never disappoint me, my heart and soul.” Prav twisted them to the side until she lay under him. His hand went to work on her as he sucked down on her neck. She cried out, arching up.

“Take me to heaven like you promised me you would when you asked me to be yours forever,” Lenora whimpered and grabbed hold of Prav’s hair as he placed kisses on her chin, chest and stomach while he pulled off the rest of her clothes, leaving her naked and open for him.

“That’s a promise I intend to keep, and one you’ll fulfill as well,” Prav ordered, and as Lenora fisted her hands into the sheets around her, she screamed out her vow.

Prav’s answer was to suckle in between her legs, his husky laughs bouncing off the walls to join in on her moans of pleasure.

***
The next day would have been perfect for a wedding, but the bride and groom were nowhere to be found.

Lenora upheld her promise to Prav and stood beside him on the beach on an island in the middle of nowhere. They both pledged their bond to one another in front of one of the most ancient of angels residing on Earth.

Afterward, Prav took his new bride to another secret hideaway where he fed her the richest of foods and drink, spending hours making love to her, and honoring his own promise to show her heaven and much more.

Mine Forever More Paranormal Romance Rated- R

2010-04-18T10:00:00.000-07:00

The man standing before her was a fine-tuned machine for a vampire. Kaylee swiped her tongue over her bottom lip as she watched Nacio as he stared out the window of his penthouse suite bedroom. This had become the last remaining safe place for her since the city was overrun with zombies.

Nacio glanced over his shoulder and lifted an eyebrow as she sighed. She'd always assumed vampires were dark and brooding, but not Nacio. His blond highlighted hair and light hazel eyes complimented his muscular body that fit so well in the tan pants and long sleeved ivory shirt he wore.

"You must decided and fast. The queen will arrive soon and there is nothing more I can do to protect you," he spoke in a miniscule whisper and walked over to the bed where she lay. His fingers brushed over her
cheek in a caress and Kaylee closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than to pull Nacio on top of her and make her forget the horror she had endured over the past five days.

The only thing he now requested of her for his protection was that she be changed into a vampire, thus making him her master. This would keep her safe from the vampire queen, who not only ruled over the vampires, but the zombies that had ravaged the northern border of the continent.

"I-I'm scared. What if you take too much blood and kill me? I don't want to die." Kaylee's lip trembled and she sat up against the headboard, fisting her fingers through her short black curls.

"One promise I can give you is that you won't die by my hand. I have watched over you for so long and won't let anyone take you away from me."

Kaylee blinked back tears as she thought back to the beginning of all of this. She once had a pretty mundane life, helping her father run his bar and grill while she went to school to get her Masters in social work. She snorted as if she could really do all that much to help those less fortunate than her. But now she was the one who needed help. And, the only one left to turn to was Nacio, the once self-appointed assassin of the vampire queen who'd gone mad and unleashed mayhem and death upon the world.

"I still don't understand why you're helping me. You have nothing to gain but the wrath of your queen. It's not like I'm anything spectacular," she said and shrugged, catching her reflection in the mirror on the wall across from her. Before her sat a woman with tangled hair and dark shadows under her eyes. The dark red silk robe she wore seemed out of place on her person. She knew there wasn't much to recommend with her wide hips and lacking breasts that left men turned off and not sexually aroused.

Nacio gave her a small smile and sat down next to her. He cupped her cheek and took a sniff of her hair that was still damp from her shower. "How soon you forget that when you were only a girl, you and your father saved me from death. Those few months you hid me from my enemies taught me that there is still kindness in this world. I want to return the favor and save you before—"

"Before I'm either tortured and killed or turned into a rabid zombie like they did dad?" Kaylee covered her mouth to stop from retching. For all the good it did her father helping the undead like Nacio. He was rewarded by being captured, changed into a zombie and then sent back to kill his only daughter.

"Lee-Lee…" Nacio whispered and pulled her into a hug. She hid her face in his shoulder and cried softly over her loss, the world going to hell and the need to be loved, even if it was by this man for only a short while.

When her tears subsided, she sat back and looked down at her lap. Nacio sat there unmoving, waiting for her decision. She knew she had run out of options. To belong to this man…this creature who could snap her neck if he wanted to and use her body for his own plaything frightened her even more than the flesh eaters that waited down below.

"I promise to be gentle." Nacio brushed his mouth softly against her own.

She opened her mouth, expecting a brush of his tongue over hers, but it never came. She looked at him and nodded. "What will happen when you change me?"

Nacio stood and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. When it slid to the floor, Kaylee gasped, the concern over her well being forgotten. Never had she seen such rock hard abs on a man where she longed to place her mouth upon and kiss for hours. She blatantly eyed the dusting of hair that disappeared into his pants and when he turned, she almost cried.

"Oh Nacio!" She said tearfully. His front was a sight to be adored, but his back was riddled with scars that crisscrossed every which way.

"We all have scars. Yours are hidden deep inside, while mine are for all to see."

"Did that bitch do this to you?" Kaylee now trembled in anger.

Nacio laughed loudly. "Not from her. The Highness prefers more subtle ways of punishment."

Kaylee almost lifted her arms to pull Nacio in close as he came over to her again. His stomach was in line with her eyes, and as she glanced down, the front of his pants bulged out.

"I can't believe y-you want me. I've never been with a man before." Kaylee blushed and without thinking, caressed the front of his pants where his cock hardened, waiting for her touch.

Nacio moaned and covered her hand. "You've had suitors before, but I kept them at bay."

"Wh-what?" Kaylee asked confused and as she pulled her hand away, Nacio grabbed her by the back of her head and gave her a deep kiss.

She knelt up on the bed, her hands finding purchase against his chest as she sighed and joined in on the kiss. She suddenly grew slick with need, a first for her, even when she had tried to find pleasure by her own hand or with an electronic toy.

"I'm wet for you," she moaned and pulled him in close, tangling her tongue with his.

"This will be a night to remember then." Nacio released her mouth and combed his fingers through her hair. He grinned and fell forward until Kaylee lay prone on the bed as he covered her like a blanket.

"I do want you. More than anything I've ever wanted before," she whispered and cupped his face, bringing him in close against her own and placing a kiss over his brow. Her heart jumped as he growled, and when he kissed her again, she could feel his hunger rising with every pull of his mouth.

Time stood still as she became undone by his kisses. When he pulled apart her robe and palmed her breasts, she whimpered and wrapped a leg around his hip, rubbing her dampened mound over his leg.

"Mine forever more," Nacio said and moved his face down until he sucked at her nipple. The sucking of his mouth made her arch her back.

"Yes Nacio! Make me yours!" Kaylee moaned and tugged on his hair as his face moved down until he reached her navel. His tongue lapped across her rounded flesh and when his head dipped in between her legs, she yelped.

Nacio wrapped his mouth around her pussy and slid his tongue into her folds with great expertise. Kaylee couldn't catch her breath as his teeth scraped across the inside of her lips, stinging as they nicked, causing her to bleed. She sat up suddenly and cried out in both pleasure and pain…the burn…all too much to endure.

"Stop… I never had…" Kaylee sobbed as Nacio's tongue went in deeper. She watched in wordless wonder as his head moved back and forth at such a speed that defied everything she had ever seen.

"Never," Nacio said in a muffled voice and lifted his head. Kaylee felt her come and blood dripping down her leg, and when he opened his mouth and his fangs grew, she shouted and tried to twist away.

Pulling her down tightly, Nacio dropped his head over her core and bit down. Kaylee screamed and sobbed as she tried to move out from under his hold. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as he sucked away.

Soon her muscles went lax and she played with her breasts, tugging hard on her nipples from the wonderful buildup of heat consuming her body.

As Kaylee's breathing slowed, Nacio knelt and wiped away his mouth. He vaulted up from the bed, tugged off his pants and climbed back on top of her as she watched in drowsy silence.

Nacio shared her blood and musk as he kissed her. His tongue swiped over her teeth and she tried to bite down. He chuckled and pulled back to lift her legs over his shoulders.

"Already bloodthirsty huh? This bodes well for our future."

"Blood—"

Kaylee broke off as Nacio slid in fast into her pussy. Her throat went taut and she opened her mouth in silence from the burn as he pumped in and out watching her face. Her entire body ached with a need she couldn't describe, and when Nacio kissed her again, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and welcomed the ride.

"Harder!" she shouted, and he twisted onto his back until she landed on top of him. She pressed up on shaking arms and gabbed hold of his hands as she moved in circles over his cock that was imbedded deep insider her.

The early muted morning broke away into dawn as Nacio drove into her at such a fast speed that she couldn't keep up. Kaylee released a deep shout and fell over Nacio as her inner muscles milked him while she came.

She moaned as he placed her on her back and made no notice of the curtains as they shut over the windows, enclosing them in total darkness.

And when she opened her eyes and met his own blazing red ones, she said a silent prayer in forgiveness as he twisted her neck, cutting off her air supply, and feasting over her vein that would kill her and then give her immortal life.

***
Her thirst was too strong to ignore and when Kaylee's eyes shot open, she grabbed the first thing she cold find—Nacio's shoulder and bit down.

She ignored his chuckles that soon changed to groans as she straddled his hips and gyrated against his cock that came to life to slide in between her legs. All she cared for was the sweet nectar of his blood that at this moment would fill her.

"Yes, Lee-Lee, take what you want, and allow me to take what I need from you." Nacio said and grabbed hold or her ass cheeks, fucking her slowly as she drank away at his throat.

Blood fell down her mouth and she closed her eyes. "Too much… can't…" she moaned and almost fell back unable to stay conscious.

Nacio grabbed hold of her head and kissed her passionately, biting down on her mouth as she sobbed, trying to push him away. When he did, he came away with a bloody mouth and looked her in the eyes as she swayed in his arms while he continued to fuck her to his liking.

Her eyes drifted shut, and as her orgasm built up in her stomach, she landed forward and panted against Nacio's chest as he finished with his own pleasure.

"More… give me more…" Kaylee moaned as the waves of her climax made her body shake.

"Don't despair my beauty, we are far from done," Nacio stated and pulled her under him.

***
The pounding on the door made Kaylee flinch as she finished brushing her hair. She no longer knew how many days or nights she and Nacio had stayed tucked away, both drinking and loving one another. But now it was time for them to leave.

"I need to answer the door," Nacio announced as he finished buttoning his dark blue shirt. His twinkling stare almost made Kaylee push him up against the wall and take her pleasure from him, but the knocking wouldn't stop.

"What will happen to us now?" Kaylee asked as she wiped her hands down her silk robe and glanced outside the window. It was pouring rain, and as the thunder boomed loudly, it drowned out the moans of the undead that still stalked them.

"Nothing at all. The worst thing now is meeting my mother. She will not be pleased that we were able to outwit her, but I am her favorite son. She will come around in time."

When Nacio pulled her into an embrace and gave her a sweet kiss, she smiled brightly up at him, although she was troubled.

Meeting the queen of the vampires and throwing in her face how she had outsmarted her was one thing, but meeting her as her new daughter-in-law gave her great cause for concern.

Nacio took hold of her hands and gave them a squeeze. With his one arm around her waist, he led her into the living room where she waited in nervous anticipation.

"Be brave my love." Nacio winked and caressed her cheek.

Kaylee nodded and folded her hands together in a tight grip.

When her husband and master opened the door and a horde of zombies stumbled in, along with a tall blonde woman with red blood lips who reminded her so much of Nacio and snarled in her direction, she smiled and lifted her head proudly.

She would never live in fear again for she now belonged to Nacio forever more.

Margaret and John's Lovely Afternoon Rated- R

2010-04-17T15:59:00.000-07:00

North and South Fan Fiction

Takes place a few days after the train scene

The sounds on the main street reached the second story hotel room of Miss Margaret Hale, soon to be Mrs. John Thornton. Margaret looked at her reflection in the long oval mirror that stood in the corner of her room. She wanted to make certain her hair was in perfect order and her dress, a striped yellow and green frock, would suit for the outing she and her fiancé John had planned. Margaret again brushed at her skirt because she was very nervous. They were to attend The Great Exhibition in London. Both had been there before, separately, but at the time she could hardly pay attention to what she had seen. She and John were not on the best of speaking terms back in May when the exhibition had first begun. But now those dark times were over and things were so wonderful. She and John in a few short months would become man and wife!

A piece of hair came loose from her bun. “Oh botheration!” She exclaimed, trying to put it back in place as the clock on the wall struck eleven chimes.

John was to meet her down in the hotel lobby and he was always on time. He was very particular about his time, as well as having everything be perfect from the way he dressed to the people he associated with.

Margaret smiled as she remembered that one time when John had acted very differently from his normal way of doing things. He had found her at the railway station where she had proposed her business deal for Marlborough Mills, which she now owned because of the fortune her godfather had given her.

The trip back to Milton on the train was quiet exhilarating! The things John had done to her with his mouth and hands were so very wicked, but felt oh, so nice. Since then, they hardly had time to be alone to continue with these pleasantries. The only desires she was able to fulfill were a few pecks on her cheek or a kiss on her knuckles from John. She had noticed the heated look in his eyes where he would stare are her across a room, even when she discussed the wedding plans with his mother, Mrs. Thornton and his sister, Fanny. The way he looked at her was so scandalous. She almost had to excuse herself because she was all out of sorts. It was as if he wanted to strip her down and use that cravat of his in ways…

Margaret jolted out of her naughty daydream and noticed the clock said five after. With one last glance in the mirror, she grabbed her shawl and handbag, and walked out and down the long winding stairs of the only hotel in Milton to meet the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

* * *
John Thornton paced the lobby watching the hotel guests go about their business. His Margaret was late and there was so much he arranged for them to do today. First a trip to the Great Exhibition and then a picnic, just the two of them alone, at his special place where the grass grew long and the field was full of yellow posies.

He looked down as he took out the diamond engagement ring he would place on Margaret’s finger today. His mother gave him the ring that was once his grandmother’s and was passed down to every Thornton bride. He was so very happy that Margaret and his mother finally came to an understanding between them because from the first moment the met, they never got along. And now that Margaret would be his wife, he hoped that the females in his family would welcome his love with open arms.

“Blast. What is taking her so long?” John mumbled and tugged on his ivory cravat that seemed to be strangling him. His neckwear never bothered him before and over the past few days he couldn’t understand why he felt the need to not wear it. He would suddenly become very overheating and his breeches grew uncomfortably tight whenever he thought of Margaret or when they were together. He blamed this infliction over his unexpected randiness for his future bride on the train ride home a few weeks ago.

Because of that short interlude together, he could barely sleep at night, and every morning he had to relieve the pressure of his lust he had for Margaret. There was no other woman who ever made him feel this way and he hoped when they came together as one on their wedding night she wouldn’t be disappointed because he…

“Hullo Mr. Thornton.” Margaret stood in front of John, looking at him with love in her eyes.

John pushed back his shoulders and held out a hand for Margaret to place her own in. “Hello Miss Hale.” He raised an eyebrow and one side of his mouth tilted up as they shook hands.

Both stared at one another as if they were the only ones in the room. Margaret’s tongue came out to lick her upper lip and John held back a groan. He tightened his grip briefly on her hand. He wished he could come up with some valid reason on why they had to go back up to her hotel room. There they could engage in some more intimacies they had shared on the train.

But alas, he was a gentleman after all.

“You look very dashing.” Margaret complimented him in his dark gray coat and matching pants. Her eyes seemed to twinkle as she looked at his cravat. “As always, your taste in neckwear is impeccable.”

John snorted and quickly covered his mouth from the chuckle he almost released. His Margaret was always trying to make him laugh or smile in public. When they were alone he didn’t mind in the least, but in public he had a reputation to uphold.

“And you always look in good spirits my dear.” John glanced over at the clock on the far wall. “We should be going.”

Margaret let out a small sigh. John was back to being the Mr. Thornton she had first met; cold and superior. She wouldn’t allow John to remain this way and placed her arm around his. He looked surprised and with a quick look from side to side, gave her a kiss on the cheek, took her hand in his and led her to the waiting carriage.

Margaret was very pleased and made sure to keep hold of John’s hand on the whole way to their destination.

* * *
The Crystal Palace in Hyde Park was packed with many ladies and gentlemen from London as well as from the outlying towns. It was very warm in the hall and John and Margaret could barely make their way through the crush of people. John wanted to take off his coat, loosen his cravat and unbutton his shirt. Margaret fanned herself with a program. She looked very flushed and John was concerned for her well fare.

“I must apologize Miss Hale. I had no idea that it would be so busy today.” John lamented as they moved very slowly across the floor to where Mathew Brady was showing his much admired daguerreotypes.

Margaret squeezed John’s arm. “You couldn't possibly know. Please don’t concern yourself. After we view Mr. Brady’s daguerreotype collection, why don’t we get a bite to eat?”

John gave Margaret a small smile “That is a grand idea. I have something special in mind for our luncheon.”

Margaret looked up at John with curiosity, expecting him to tell her what he had planned, but he didn’t say another word. He just gave her another smile, a bigger one, and Margaret began to feel much warmer. His smiles always made her feel faint because he looked so handsome when he did so.

A few moments later Margaret and John reached the booth where the daguerreotypes where located. There was a bit more space to move around near this end and they were able to peruse at their leisure. There were lovely portraits of families and children, pictures of animals and many scenes of rolling hills and trees.

Margaret enjoyed this exhibit most of all and in the far corner in the back she found a very different type of daguerreotype that was unlike all the rest.

Margaret gasped and covered her mouth in shock. She looked over her shoulder to see if anyone stood behind her. No one did and she looked back down. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing!

There was a man with a long mustache wearing only his pants and no shirt. In front of him was a woman in only a revealing corset and stockings. She was bent over a chair and the mustached man had his hand on her hip and the other one on her lower extremities. Margaret began to fan herself faster and let out a small moan.

She jumped when she felt a body pressed up against her back. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw John. He seemed to be trembling and had a thunderous expression on his face as if he was ready to explode in anger.

“John¬”

He placed a hand on her hip and squeezed. He moved in closer and brushed against her backside. She could feel a certain part of his lower extremity poking at her and she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

“It’s very shocking.” John whispered in her ear. His lips brushed up against her ear lobe.

“Yes. Yes it is.” she responded.

John let out a small groan when Margaret backed up against him. He clutched her against his front and looked around. No one was paying them any attention. If they didn’t leave and soon, he was ready to find an empty room or take Margaret behind one of the empty screens he noticed near the indoor tree park and ravish her there.

“Margaret, I believe we both need fresh air. The room is very stifling, wouldn’t you agree?

She nodded but continued to look at the explicit daguerreotype.

“Margaret?” John asked and brushed his mouth against her cheek.

She let out a small whimper. “Yes. Yes! I am also very famished. For food.”

John snorted and moved back. “I find myself also, for food. Let us go onto our next destination.”

Margaret could only nod in a daze as John led her away. She wanted to ask him if he enjoyed the daguerreotype as much as she did. She was afraid to ask, for what if he thought it was too shocking for a woman of her ladylike sensibilities to view such a thing? As she and John walked through the crowds, Margaret was overcome with shame at the way the picture had made her feel.

* * *
When the carriage returned John and Margaret to Milton, it dropped them off in front of John’s house. Margret was quiet as he left her outside where she chatted with some of the mill workers while he quickly went into the kitchen to grab the picnic basket the kitchen staff had made for him. Along with a nice plaid blanket, he came back out and held out his arm for Margaret to take.

“And where are we off to that you have that basket and blanket?” Margaret asked shyly. She was still feeling strange from the daguerreotype viewing.

“It is a surprise. We are going to a special place to have to have a picnic. No one will interrupt us there.”

Margaret was thrilled. She loved picnics but hadn’t had one in such a long time.

They walked in companionable silence, away from the dirty streets, of the scents and the people and soon found themselves on a dirt road that led past the cemetery. Trees lined the way and when John began to walk into the grassy field, Margaret followed.

Less then a few minutes later, they were surrounded by blades of grass as high as their waists and yellow flowers that covered the ground. Margaret reached down for some and made a bouquet. John continued to hold her hand and led her to a huge elm tree with many low hanging branches. A few yards away there was an old gutted building that looked to be of an old stable or barn. There were no other people around and as Margaret stood, she watched John place the blanket and basket down under the tree.

“This is marvelous! It feels as if we are the only ones around for miles. Thank you so much for this present.”

John knelt on the blanket and looked up at Margaret. He was overcome with so much love for this lady. He couldn’t wait to give Margaret her engagement ring. He also couldn’t hold back a smile at the thought of sharing some intimacies to celebrate their upcoming nuptials.

Margaret knelt down next to him and clapped her hands at the food he placed out. There was cold chicken breast, bread, cheese and apples. There was also a bottle of wine with two glasses.

“Hungry?” John asked.

“Yes.” Margaret replied and took an apple and bit into it.

John let out a booming laugh. Margaret couldn’t be happier.

* * *
Both ate until they were very stated. Margaret leaned back against the tree and John sat next to her. He held her hand on his leg and would rub his thumb every so often across her knuckles. He was very nervous because he wanted to give Margaret her ring.

John cleared his throat, knelt in front of Margaret and reached down into his coat that was lying on the blanket. John still wore his cravat and Margaret felt the urge to untie it. She was about to recommend he loosen it, when he held open a small box in front of her. Margaret’s mouth dropped and tears came to her eyes.

“Oh John it is so beautiful.” She reached out a hand to touch the box, but quickly pulled back. “Sorry.” She began to blush.

“That is perfectly alright.” John replied and took Margaret’s hand in his and put the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit.

“Miss Margaret Hale, will you do me the honor or marrying me?’

Margaret held her hand out and watched the diamond sparkle in the sun. “Yes. A thousand times yes!”

She leaned over and placed her lips against his. It had been so long since she had felt his mouth against her own. He tasted like apples and the sweet wine they drank. She placed her hands on John’s shoulders and rubbed her front up against his own. John pressed Margaret against him and held her tightly. His tongue touched hers and they both let out a moan.

Margaret began to unravel John’s cravat and John caressed Margaret’s throat and chest that wasn’t covered by her dress. His one hand went inside her bodice and he rubbed her breast that was hidden under her corset. Margaret began to place kisses against John’s chin and down to his neck that was now uncovered. She began to unbutton his shirt but John placed his hands over hers.

“We must stop.” John moaned as Margaret sucked gently on the side of his neck.

“Why? We will be married shortly.” she replied.

John loved to see his Margaret wild with desire but because they were out in the open, he was concerned someone could come upon them. He was also a bit wary of engaging in such pleasures before their wedding night.

“John, you look worried. What is it?” Margaret asked in concern. “Have I been too forward? You must think me so wanton especially after viewing those naughty pictures!”

John placed his hands around Margaret’s face. “Dearest Margaret, I do not think you wanton at all. You are adorable and everything I want in a woman. I enjoyed looking at those pictures also. My reaction to them was embarrassing because we were in such a public place.”

“Your reaction?” Margaret looked down at John’s lap. Her eyes went wide. His reaction was very noticeable.

“I suppose you are right. We should wait until we are married. I mean it’s not as if we can go into that old stable with the blanket and perhaps lie down in each other’s arms and just talk. No one would think to look in there. Don’t you think?”

Margaret had such a sly look on her face that rendered John speechless.

“And I would hate for you to have this reaction of yours until we are married. It must be so very painful for you to have to wait until our wedding night.” Margaret brushed her nose against his. She stood and stretched.
“I think I will go investigate this building. Perhaps I will find buried treasure inside.”

And without a second glance at John, she began to walk toward the structure.

* * *
Margaret walked around the inside of the stable that had a floor covered with hay. The building looked to be very sturdy and she glanced out the broken windows where she only saw more grass and trees. She went toward the back and walked into a stall. The walls were very tall and the hay didn’t look to be too rotted or any vermin hiding underneath.

She heard footsteps and saw John in the doorway. He had the blanket, her bouquet of yellow flowers and his cravat hanging carelessly over his neck. His shirt was almost unbuttoned to his waist. Margaret swallowed loudly and backed up against the wall.

John closed the stall door, placed the blanket and flowers on the floor and walked slowly towards her. Margaret placed her hands behind her back and stood there with her chest pressed out.

Without any words, John kissed Margaret deeply and placed both his hands on her breasts and began to rub them. They stood like that kissing each other hungrily. Margaret whimpered and moved her hips against John’s. He pressed his erection in between her legs. Her head fell back and he began to kiss down her front. He unbuttoned her dress and she placed her hands in his hair and tugged.

As her dress fell open, John pushed his hand up Margaret’s skirt and placed her leg high up over his own. He moved against her, her skirt bunched up in between them. She felt his arousal more than ever before. She let out little sounds that made John move faster.

Margaret let out a yelp, when John picked her up by her seat. Her legs went around his waist and her arms around his neck. He rocked against her harder and Margaret began to kiss him ravenously. She bit at his lips and he did the same with hers. While his upper body held Margaret up, he moved his hand over her stocking leg, and over the inside of her thigh. John felt her cotton drawers and found the slit in the middle. With his two fingers, he lightly touched her feminine curls there. Margaret let out a gasp and released his mouth.

“Yessss…” Margaret hissed and pulled down John’s shirt until he was uncovered from the waist up. She began to rub her hands over his shoulders, arms and chest, and when she pressed one of his nipples, he moved his hand against her center, and rooted through her curls and inserted a finger.

They did not break eye contact as he mimicked the sex act with his fingers. Margaret moved slowly up and down and dug her nails into his shoulders. John let out a growl of pain and moved his fingers faster.

“More John, please more!” Margaret exclaimed and she grabbed on John’s cravat that was still hanging around his neck. She pulled him in by the fabric and soon they were kissing and tonguing each other deeply.

John kept up his wicked ways with his fingers where he could feel Margaret pulsating around them. He didn’t want Margaret to peak that way. He wanted to do something so shocking and naughty that he would have never thought of doing to another woman.

This was his first time for the love making he was about to engage in with Margaret. The first time he had his fingers in a woman, having her pet his naked chest, and soon his tongue and mouth would be where his fingers were playing.
He stopped kissing Margaret and she shuddered as his finger moved across a very special part in between her legs. She moaned loudly and could barely stand when John placed her down. His fingers still moved in and out and because Margaret had her eyes closed, she didn’t see him kneeling before her.

It happened so fast that when John’s head went under her dress, she let out a screech for his mouth pressed against her center. She stood on her tip toes when she felt his tongue swipe against the inside of her leg to taste her womanly dew that dripped down. When he removed his fingers, and his hands held her open and his tongue moved in and out of her very being, Margaret almost fainted. She held her leg high on his shoulder and was pulling at his hair so hard that it was almost coming out from the roots.

John moaned in appreciation because the pain added to his pleasure. Minutes went by as John gave Margaret’s swollen flesh deep sucking kisses. She exclaimed her joy for all to hear, and as the heat and something wonderful exploded in her very womb, she went limp.

She almost dropped to the ground, when John grabbed her and lifted her up in his arms. He placed her on the blanket and began to undress her. No words were spoken and Margaret wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed in the least by what she and John had just shared. She allowed him to undress her and soon all she was left in were her stockings. John’s eyes shone brightly over the site and with a growl, he tugged off his own clothes, until he was kneeling in all his glory.

“John-” Margaret began to say, but John quieted her by placing his mouth on her breast and sucked on a nipple. She clutched her lover and placed her palms against his lower back. When she felt something large and heavy on her leg, she tried to look around to see it.

John went to suckle Margaret’s other breast and saw the curious look in her eyes. He lifted up and kissed her gently on the lips.

“I want to devour you.” John said deeply and began to kiss Margaret again.
Margaret placed her hands around his face and head and began to sit up. She pushed John down on the blanket so he was lying before her. He held onto her arms, afraid she would bolt by seeing his massive organ.

She looked him up and down and began to cry. “You are so beautiful my Mr. Thornton. I love you dearly.” She rubbed her hand so softly against his penis and enjoyed the way it jumped in her hand.

John’s hand trembled as he rubbed a finger down her cheek. “And I love you also, my Margaret, the love of my life.” There were unshed tears in his eyes.

Margaret leaned down to kiss John again. As she did, he placed her legs around each side of his hips as if she was straddling a horse. He found his discarded cravat that was lying next to him and placed it around Margaret’s neck. She lifted up and rubbed herself against John’s penis that was ready to invade her very soul.

John held back even though he wanted to press into her as fast and deeply as he could. He knew this would be the first for both of them and wanted it to last. He tugged at her nipples that were half covered by the cravat. Margaret tilted her head to the side and lifted her arms up and pulled her hair out from her pins. It floated over her shoulders.

John thought she looked like an angel at that very moment.

“Can we… now?” she huffed out and John nodded.

He reached up and they shared a deep wet kiss. And as Margaret pressed down, John pushed in, and as they moaned together in perfect harmony, they were finally one.

* * *
For the next few hours, giggles and laughter were only heard by a stray rabbit or some insect as it roamed among the grass. These creatures were the only witnesses to the sighs, the slapping of flesh and the amount of desire, love and devotion between this soon to be married couple. Margaret was no longer from the South or John from the North. They were now one in the same, two hearts, one soul combined forever.

Contact KT Grant

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To get in touch with KT Grant, you can email her at:

KTGRNT@GMAIL.COM

REVIEWS

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Once Upon a Threesome Anthology:

"Grant’s story was a fun read. The erotica built up at a nice pace, but what did I enjoy the most? The mystery element." -Love Romance Passion

Lovestruck:

"Lovestruck was a cute love story, full of spice and things very nice." -Writings of a Wicked Book Addict

"Lovestruck is an apt title for how I was ‘struck’ on how much I liked this book. This is a testament to the writing – a good author; no matter the sex of the characters can pull you in with great character development and writing." - Smoking' Hot Books

"I take my hat off to KT Grant because she addressed EVERYTHING beautifully. I do mean everything. Not a single thread is dropped. That’s quite a feat. So, let me just say that if you like F/F and contemporary settings: READ IT." -Love Romance Passion

"Lovestruck is the debut novel by K.T. Grant and although female/female romance is not first on my list for turning me on, I was impressed by this debut. K.T. Grant gives us a May-December romance with plenty of dirty, dirty action." -Smexy Books

"Overall, I found this book to be quite fun (“hee hee, they meet at Starbucks”…), charming (“it’s so cute how Mike looks out for Jenny”…) and educational (“so that’s how two women get each other off…over and over again…and again”…). Oh, and steamy…very steamy." -Yummy Men Kiss Ass Chicks

For the Love of Mollie Reviews:

“For the Love of Mollie” is a short tale about a woman becoming comfortable in her own skin and the ugly side of weight stereotypes. This story yanks you in and doesn’t release you until after the heroine’s last Earth-shattering orgasm." - Happily Ever After Reviews

"I sat down to start this book at 5pm and I didn’t move until 5:45pm when I finished it. I have never read a book that fast people, even if it’s a short story. I just couldn’t put it down!" Writings of a Wicked Book Addict

"It’s a great story, with some pretty hot sex in it, and although there is a lot of sex, it doesn’t overshadow the story, and that, to me, is a really great thing. KT is showing a lot of promise and I hope that she writes more about these characters."- Girl Underwhelmed

"Things heat up pretty quickly between Molly and Conner and when they do you're going to need a bucket of ice afterwards because KT Grant BRINGS IT! It's not to be missed. " -Ramblings of a Book Bitch

"For the Love of Mollie is a quick, cute contemporary romance with plenty of smutty goodness." -Smexybooks

The Princess's Bride Reviews:

"Though the story was loosely based on “The Princess Bride,” Ms. Grant’s style rings true. Once the story gets going, there is no stopping it – you will be hooked. And the setting is expertly crafted with imagery that left me in awe." - Happily Ever After Reviews

"I enjoyed this story. KT Grant’s characters are likeable people, who I would love to know."-Got Erotic Romance

"This book was a really good retelling and the author does some wonderful world building."- Lilium's Realm

"The inspiration was clearly the characters as the plot definitely takes off on its own tangents right enough. There's originality in some of the twists. There are several laugh-out-loud funny moments, and a few more every feminist will cheer. Princess's Bride is a cleverly wrought story diverting for a couple hours of afternoon leisure.- Queer Magazine Online

"Leave it to Ms. Grant to make me like bad ass female pirates & actually enjoy the romance between Daisy & Chelsey. I love the way Ms. Grant tells a story, it sucks you in & spits you out at the end leaving you with a “whoa, did I spend the whole morning reading that?” -Writings of a Wicked Book Addict

The Claiming of Suzy:

"I found The Claiming of Suzy to be a fun, fast and super sexy read."- Blogging by Liza

"Suzy is confidence personified, but when J.C. made a comment about her stomach, you saw her tough wall come down a bit. She had insecurities and indecision plaguing her left and right, but when everything came together at the end, you had a smile on your face because you realize you were rooting for her the whole time." -Not Another Romance Blog

"I have come to expect realistic characters, through-provoking plots, and insanely hot love scenes from KT Grant. In “The Claiming of Suzy,” Ms. Grant delivers yet again. This contemporary romance will keep you hooked until the HEA." - Happily Ever After Reviews

"Conflict, emotions, sexy men, and superb sex make this a story that shouldn't be missed. I thoroughly enjoy a well-rounded story with intense characters, and this fit the bill perfectly. I didn't want it to end." -Book Wenches

"The Claiming of Suzy reminds us of many things. It reminds us that men can and do love “real” women. It reminds us how both men and women can be idiots. And it reminds us that, even though it’s not always easy to do, we all have to at least try to get past our insecurities and risk opening our hearts up to love. It might just be worth it." Yummy Men Kick Ass Chicks

The Prince's Groom:

"I highly recommend Prince’s Groom for those of you wanting a little break from all the contemporary manlove out there and want something that scratches your pirate itch." -Smokin' Hot Books

"If you enjoy pirate M/M fiction with a lot of sexual and plot action, then you’ll like this book. If you like bald, hairy but strong and domineering pirates then you’ll love it. Full marks to Ms. Grant for an enjoyable read."- Queer Magazine Online

"The story is delightful and the romance hot. For those that are on the fence about an M/M story, this is a gay romance and the sex scenes are deliciously descriptive!"- That's What I'm Talking About

"The Prince's Groom is a sweet, sexy and hot story about two men learning that they can't live apart and that they can make it work together if they want too."- Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell

"Loved it! Not only did the story have the hot and steamy moments that many readers will appreciate, but it also involved the conflict and drama that comes with being a same-sex couple." -Not Another Romance Blog

The Christmas Fantasy:

"If only all of us could have a glasses-wearing, sexy firefighter hellbent on our sexual pleasure for a Christmas present. It would be a very, merry Christmas indeed." -Penelope's Romance Reviews

"I really loved this story. I could so see where Mandy was coming from and was cheering her on from the very beginning."- Blogging by Liza

"The Christmas Fantasy is a delightful holiday story that will get you in the holiday spirit." -Tyhada's Place

"If you are looking for a great Christmas story with great characters and some smokin hot scenes then pick this book up." - Book Reading Gals

"Short, sweet but powerful. If your looking for a sexy story, to spice up the holiday I definitely recommend this story." Anna's Book Blog

Sleeping with the Frenemy:

"If you're into well-written, steamy erotic romance, with a lot of description and detail, I think you'll like this."-Author, Ryan Field

"A great plot, heavy emotion and a few sweet, sultry love scenes make this book a keeper in my collection."- Lesbary Reviews

"In a little over 130 pages, Ms. Grant managed to create a story that takes you on a heart-wrecking emotional journey. -Dark Divas Reviews

"If you’re a fan of lesbian erotica, Deborah and Bridgette’s scenes will work for you." -100 Romances Project

Burning for You:

"A non-challenging, sweet romantic story that also has hot love scenes." -Man Oh Man Reviews

"I loved the chemistry and love you could feel coming off the pages from these two men. They are sweet characters and I was sad to see them go at the end."- Two Lips Reviews

"Burning for You gave me everything I look for when I read a homoerotic romance. This would be a great book for those who have been flirting with the idea of reading this genre."- Night Owl Reviews

"This is an easy read full of love and at times a mushy romance. If that is what you are looking for, then this book is for you."- Nocturne Romance Reads

Scandal in the Wind:

"...Scandal in the Wind was a fun, quick, delightful read..."- The Lesbrary

"Lily and Rose's scenes and dialogues are very good, and the sexual encounters throughout the book have a lot of heat and fire." -Booked Up

Xavier's Loving Arms:

"This book takes some very real and troubling issues, and handles them perfectly. The girl gets the guy and a happy ending. Every woman who has struggled with body issues or an eating disorder needs this message of hope."- Penelope's Romance Reviews

"KT made this book realistic, it wasn’t all sex right away. There was a lead up, there was tension and there was real grief.- Writings of a Wicked Book Addict

"This was a powerful story with a very real issue. I dare you not to feel for Becca and root for her happy ending!"- Geeky Blogger's Book Blog

"This is a sweet tale about a heroine who finally gets the support and love that she needs to do some much needed healing."- Scorching Book Reviews

KT Grant Book List

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Decadent Publishing:
For the Love of Mollie (August 2010)
Claiming of Suzy (November 2010)
Sweet and Sinful (Mollie and Suzy Omnibus Print edition) (May 2011)
Xavier's Loving Arms (December 2011)
The Christmas Fantasy (December 2010)
Yule Be Mine: Volume 2 Holiday Anthology (Featuring The Christmas Fantasy) (November 2011)
A Bid For Love (Part of the 1 Night Stand series) (Coming 2/14/12)

Noble Publishing Romance:
Lovestruck (June 2010)

Phaze Books:
Burning for You (June 2011) *connected to Lovestruck. Occurs a few months after Lovestruck ends*

Ravenous Romance:
The Princess's Bride (August 2010)
The Prince's Groom (November 2010)
"The Gentleman's Loving Spy" (Once Upon a Threesome Anthology) (June 2010)
Sleeping with the Frenemy (May 2011)
The Reunion (Even Hotter Dads: The DILF Anthology II) (June 2011)
Scandal in the Wind (November 2011)
The Princess's Valetine (A Valentine's novella connected to The Princess's Bride coming 2/14/12)

L&L Dreamspell:
"Brass Balls and Hysteria" (Dreamspell Erotica Volume 1 - Erotica Anthology) (May 2011)