Friday, August 28, 2015
Correcting The Coeds
Four spanking good tales from the talented hands of Cara Bristol, Renee Rose, Celeste Jones, and Sue Lyndon.
From Educating His Bride…a mail order surprise
By Cara Bristol
Margaret drops out of college to marry her English professor. Little does she know, her education has just begun…
Henry sipped his drink. “Did the mail come?”
“Yes, I put it on the TV console. You got a package.”
His face lit up, and he ran into the parlor like a kid racing downstairs on Christmas morning. He bounded back to the kitchen with the package and a big grin. “This is from ABZ Products,” he said, as he slit open the brown paper wrapping.
“I’ve never heard of them.”
“They’re a mail order company specializing in toys,” he said.
Toys? Did men ever grow up?
Apparently, he was impatient to play with his new acquisition because he ripped the top off the cardboard carton. The velvet-covered box inside resembled a jewelry case. Henry lifted the lid to reveal two silver-toned orbs, perhaps an inch in diameter, nestled in a bed of satin.
“I considered the ones attached with a silk thread, but decided these would be better.”
“Why would you want marbles attached to a string?” she asked. Why would a grown man play with marbles anyway?
“They’re not marbles, they’re Burmese balls, and they’re not for me, they’re for you.”
“What do I do with them?” It was sweet of him to buy her a present, but she didn’t see herself rolling two Burmese balls back and forth on the floor.
Henry looked at her. “They’re also called Venus or Ben Wa balls.”
“I don’t know what that is.” She shook her head and took a drink of her cocktail.
“You insert them in your pussy, and they stimulate you.”
Margaret spewed rum and Coke across the table. She coughed and choked, and Henry thumped her on the back.
When she could speak, she said, “Are you kidding me?”
“They move inside you. It’s supposed to be quite arousing—although it won’t bring you to climax.” He winked. “That’s for me to do.”
She’d overcome many inhibitions and enjoyed the games her husband devised, but she’d never gotten used to talking about sex. Couldn’t they just do it?
Of course, if he’d handed her the box and said, “Go do it,” she wouldn’t have had any idea what to do. Insert them in her…who would think of such a thing?
His eyes got that familiar gleam. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”
Educating His Bride by Cara Bristol
Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s education has just begun.
Educating His Bride can be found in the Correcting the Coeds anthology, a collection of four spanking romance stories set on college campuses in the 1950s.
Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 20 erotic romance titles. She writes spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling. Her next book will be Stranded with the Cyborg, a sci-fi romance to be released September 22.
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Anne hasn’t enjoyed the company of a man in three long years and she’s over it. Fantasies and fiction are wonderful, but you can’t snuggle up with them in bed. Getting back into the dating scene after a lengthy hiatus is nerve wracking, and choosing a sleazebag the first time out of the gate is more than a little embarrassing. When two cops show up wanting her to help them nail the wanted felon, she can’t stop herself from bursting into peals of laughter. The irony is just too delicious. Standing on her front porch is her vision of male perfection; Detective Garth Slaiter.
Garth is always in control of his emotions, but kissing the gorgeous and quirky Ms. Karmer the moment they’re alone together just feels like the right thing to do. When she eagerly returns his attentions, Garth will settle for nothing less than completely pleasuring Anne.
Copyright: Tessie Bradford, 2014
“Come to me now, Anne, or turn and walk away.” Garth crossed his arms over his chest. “If you choose the latter, we’ll figure out something else to do, but I’ll be extremely disappointed and I think, so will you.”
God, he’s so right! What the hell am I waiting for? Anne went to him.
“We’re going to have one hell of a good time,” Garth stated with a wink. He popped open the buttons of her shirt one by one and slowly pushed the garment off her shoulders. “You’re going to play by my rules from this moment forward.”
Her bra came off next.
“I expect to hear about it when I give you pleasure. If something happens that is not pleasurable for you, tell me and it stops immediately.” Garth briefly toyed with her taut nipples. “Lose the pants, sweetheart.”
Sexily removing jeans, in the broad light of day, with the girls unfettered, was easier written than done. Anne tried desperately to not fixate on the jiggling happening in parts she wished were firmer. “Drawing a drape or two might add a nice ambience,” she suggested.
“If I wanted the room to be dark, it would be.” Garth stroked her shoulders, down her arms, along her sides, over her hips. “You’re a beautiful woman.”
He slid a hand between her thighs and caressed her soaking pussy. When he tapped her clit, she whimpered. Garth grasped behind her knee with his other hand, lifting and holding her leg against his hip, opening her. She held onto his shoulder for support as he teased around her entrance.
“Ah, so wet and ready for me.” His thumb breached her, but just barely.
“I’m dying here,” Anne whined, digging her nails into his skin and flexing her pelvis.
“Hum, I wonder, does that mean you’re enjoying what I’m doing or not?” Garth removed his hand from her cunt and let her leg down. He leisurely licked her juices from his fingers.
“Definitely enjoying.” She grasped his wrist and tugged, wanting his hand back at her needy pussy. When that didn’t work, Anne let go and began to stroke along his denim-covered cock. He was hard as steel. She attempted to undo the button of his jeans.
“Apparently there’s a minor communication problem.”
Anne squealed with surprise as he deftly lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bed. He laid her down onto the mattress with her head resting on the fluffy pillows.
“We both need to be more specific regarding our desires and expectations.” He climbed onto the bed, placing his knees on either side of her hips. “I’ll go first.”
“Whoa, what the,” was all Anne got out before her left wrist was secured to the headboard. “Handcuffs, really? Aren’t they a bit cliché, Detective Slaiter?” Her heart thudded.
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Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Mitchell saved her life when she was a child, now Christy’s a grown woman and prepared to save his.
Uncaged book 25 Black Hills Wolves, Decadent Publishing.
Blurb: Mitchell Waya was born to rage in a cage. Every time he competes in a mixed martial arts match, he brings two secret weapons to the ring—a raging heart and the blood of a wolf. When the beast within explodes, no man stands a chance. Scaling the heights of an international career, he’s not prepared for the tragedy and scandal that overtakes him.
At fourteen, Christy was abducted and abused by a brutal cult of survivalist. In a brave act of defiance, she attempts to escape but finds herself facing execution in a dark alley. When Mitchell appears from the shadows like an avenging angel to rescue her, she catches a glimpse of the protective wolf’s fury. They form a brief but intense bond but then Fate pushes them apart.
Four years pass. Fortunes change. Concerned about Mitchell’s welfare, Christy reaches out, but her kind deed puts her squarely in a killer’s sights, and only the courage of a wolf can save her.
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With his back turned to the bar, Gee fussed with the glassware. From this angle, he looked like a hunchback behemoth protecting a hoard of beer steins.
“Gee!” he shouted above Steppenwolf’s “Magic Carpet Ride.”
Wearing a tense expression, Gee faced Mitchell and made a subtle slashing motion across his throat with his finger.
“Judging by your weird behavior, I take it things didn’t go well with Miss Kill-Garden, or whatever her name is? I feel sick about this. Tell Drew I’ll pack and be gone by morning.”
Gee shook his head.
Mitchell leaned over the bar. “What am I missing? Is something wrong?” He glanced toward the poolroom, seeing only the usual Saturday night pack chaos. “I’m starving. Tell you what, I’d kill for a steak, but I’ll settle for a burger.”
“I’ll buy you a steak.” A smoky female voice straight out of a luxury car commercial, floated over his shoulder.
If he’d been in wolf-form, his hackles would have raised—high. The lady on the phone! He’d returned to Gee’s Bar too soon and got busted. Glancing behind, he froze and stared in astonishment. The owner of the confident femme-fatal voice was a pretty, but down-to-earth- looking girl in her late teens. Her voice and petite body were a total mismatch. Judging by her demeanor on the phone, he’d pegged her as a worldly woman in her thirties, the type who wore heavy makeup and a jewel-toned power-suit. Instead, she dressed in casual denim and boots with so many rumpled layers of T-shirts and cardigans she looked like a hobo. Large hazel eyes beneath straight dark brows were her most outstanding features. The confidence of her direct gaze parried with a shy smile. For some inexplicable reason, he couldn’t breathe.
“Mitchell, meet Miss Killgaren.” Gee stood with his fists anchored to his hips. “She’s been here for hours, sitting in the corner. Waiting.”
“Hello, Mr. Waya. I won’t bother with the formality of a handshake.” Miss Killgaren glanced at the cane. “I definitely got the vibe I’m not welcome, so I’ll do everyone a favor and make this quick. I’d like to ask you a few questions, and then I’ll leave you in peace.”
He glanced at Gee.
Gee offered a faint nod.
“Okay, but let’s keep it brief.” He hoped he sounded more relaxed than he felt. His senses reeled and body tensed, the same way he felt before a match.
She pointed to the corner. “That’s the table I’m seated at.”
He allowed her to lead. “You have to have better things to do on a Saturday than sit in a place like this. Why are you here?”
Looking over her shoulder with wide, innocent eyes. “You’ve been of interest to me for years.”
“You don’t look like the usual media contact. What’s this about?”
The slight crooked line of her mouth lent the impression she smiled and frowned at the same moment, and left him intrigued. He couldn’t figure out her intentions. Traveling the fight circuit, he’d grown accustomed to, even expected, women to offer themselves. With detached coolness, he accepted the boon or sent them away, knowing they weren’t really interested in him. They wanted the thrill of seducing a modern-day gladiator and sharing a taste of danger.
But not her. He sensed that wasn’t her objective. The encounter felt odd. As he moved closer, he noticed Miss Killgaren’s clean, natural scent did a number on him. Human women usually didn’t provoke such an immediate visceral reaction. She set him on fire, and she wasn’t even trying to flirt. On top of that, she didn’t appear to be offering him anything but a vague sense of confrontation.
A soft expression lit her face. “I’m a fan.”
His chest tightened. Dizzy and nervous, he didn’t feel right and wondered if shifting and running around all day in the cold might be the culprit for the odd sensations. “We can talk, but I have to eat first.”
“Me, too. I drank about a dozen cups of coffee instead of a real lunch today.” She extended a trembling hand as proof of the jitters. “I’m ready to order some food.”
She pointed at Gee. “Is he always so sarcastic?” Mitchell nodded. “Always.” “And you put up with it?” He couldn’t stop staring at the delicate lines of her face. “I’ve got nowhere else to go.”
A crooked grin crossed her lips. “Well, you just answered my first question, which was, why would a man who’s lived the fast-track international lifestyle hide in Los Lobos? Seriously, there’s not much here.”
“The only answer I can give you is it’s quiet, but I’m leaving here.”
“Someplace quieter.” Inspired to be a gentleman, he pulled out a chair and waited for her to sit. “By the way, Gee’s Bar isn’t a steak type of place. I hope you won’t be disappointed with a burger and fries.”
“A burger would be fine.”
“Gee!” he shouted over his shoulder. “Two cheeseburgers and fries.”
“No cheese on mine,” she added. “I’ll pay. I appreciate you taking the time to sit down with me.”
He shook his head. “Gee will put cheese on it anyway. In his mind, a hamburger comes with cheese. I’ve tried asking him to leave the cheese off mine, but he won’t do it. He’s an eccentric. I used to peel it away, now I just eat it.”
“The burgers are on me. I’ve got a tab here, and I rent a room upstairs.”
“Here?” She appeared scandalized. “You live above a bar? I figured you owned a trophy home somewhere nearby.”
Settling into his chair. “Nope.”
“This place looks rowdy. It must be hard to sleep.”
How could he explain the clack of pool cues and blaring music filtering through the floorboards were pleasant alternatives to the angry voice in his head telling him he was a worthless jerk. “I don’t mind.”
Drumming her fingertips on the table, she glanced around. “So, the Tex Wilkins story is true? You really are broke?”
“Disappointed? You sure don’t look like a gold digger.”
She didn’t skip a beat. A spark of compassion shone in her eyes. “You deserve better.”
Her words sounded convincing as if she did care. He took a long look at her. Even a half- dozen layers of frumpy clothes didn’t obliterate a graceful frame and hint of soft curves. Tons of wild auburn hair tumbled in waves around her face. Her lush lips sent conflicting messages. A new terror entered his thoughts. He half feared she might be one of the women he’d hooked up with on the circuit and long forgotten, or didn’t recognize minus the heavy glamor makeup. He hoped to God he’d never messed with anyone this young. “Have we met?”
She seemed anxious, almost breathless. Her lips parted. “Once.”
Panic set in. “I am so sorry if I did or said anything to hurt your feelings or mislead you. During a chunk of my life, everything moved so fast it became a blur. I’m not proud of my promiscuous behavior, but I can’t say I regret it either. If I—”
Her jaw dropped. “What are you talking about?”
He gulped. “Have we...the two of us...you know?”
Her cheeks flushed. “No! Absolutely not.”
“That’s a relief. I’d hate to forget someone like you.”
Saturday, August 22, 2015
ADULT excerpt copyright 2015 Fran Lee
Celia had a bad feeling about going back over to Masters’ house but they were definitely going to need the rest of his clothes and his personal items. She stood like a statue in the middle of his huge bedroom, watching him empty his drawers into his suitcases, until he pointed to the bathroom door and practically ordered her to get his shaving kit and his clippers and load them into his small travel case. When she emerged from the bathroom he dumped a huge supply of condoms into the same bag and grinned as she zipped it shut, watching her blush hotly.
“You have got to be the horniest bastard I’ve ever met!” she groused as he finished packing his cases and laid some of his business suits across the foot of his bed. “You actually believe all this will fit in your car? Sure you don’t want to take anything else? I think there might be room for your sink in the back.”
“It should all fit. We’ll just leave the sink here.” His wicked grin made her gut tighten and her cock twitch. Of course he had to catch that, and his laughter made her want to punch him. It took all her willpower not to do just that and she ended up being the one to have to carry his luggage out to the car.
When she stepped into the house for the last couple of suitcases he handed her his land-line handset. “I need to leave a message that I’ll be unavailable for a few weeks. Think you can handle that? I don’t think callers would like hearing your dulcet tones on my message machine, sweet stuff.”
Gritting her teeth, Celia set up a short message advising callers that Masters would be unavailable for the time stated and asking them to leave a message, which he would access from wherever he was at the time. He would get back to them if it was important. When she set the phone down in its cradle he cocked his head and said thoughtfully, “You know, I think I’ll be your PA for the next few weeks. That way we’ll share the same suite of offices. You handled that message like a pro.”
They were taking the last bags out to the car when a blonde in a Jaguar pulled up behind the big SUV, slid out and walked toward them. Her eyes slid dismissively over Masters in his stolen body and a seductive smile showed her fine capped teeth as she homed in on Celia, who was just sliding the last bag into the car and shutting the hatchback.
“Kurt, darling, where are you going? And without bothering to tell me you wouldn’t be home tonight?” Celia stiffened as slim hands with long nails slid around her hips, tugging her against the blonde’s body.
Since Celia didn’t know who the hell she was, she simply muttered, “Had a last-minute change of plans, sweetness. I’ll give you a call when I get back.”
“Sweetness? How adorable. I brought my overnight bag like you said to. You want me to stay here until you get back?”
She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off when Masters chimed in.
“Mr. Masters will be gone for four weeks, Ms. Kramer. He’ll be flying out in an hour, and I’m sorry but it’s time for him to leave for the airport. He asked me to send you two dozen roses and a small piece of jewelry. It should be arriving within a few hours.”
The blonde jerked her head toward the female in the red silk. “And just who are you?”
Masters smiled a professional smile and replied quickly, “I’m his new personal assistant. And now, Ms. Kramer, if you will kindly excuse us, we need to leave.”
The blonde wasn’t about to let them get away without planting a rather wet, hot kiss on Celia, and her hands came up automatically to hold the exceptionally sexy blonde where she stood, her silicone breasts hard and round against her chest.
Fuck, am I turning into a lesbian? Or are these his hormones kicking in?
“Make it diamonds…” the woman whispered against her mouth, and her hands slid away, taking a long route down the front of her shirt, abs, and pausing over her cock for a light squeeze. It was difficult not to jump backward. She could feel the heat in her face as the blonde waved and climbed back into her car.
“Shit, Roberts, that was hot. Almost made me come in your red silk panties. Now get in the car and let’s get going.” Masters was so close behind her that she jumped.
“Fuck! Don’t do that! I almost elbowed you in my face.”
“Look, if you need a piece of ass take me to bed, okay? We have one hell of a good supply of condoms.” She felt hands running over her ass and she groaned, sidestepping and walking to the passenger-side door to open it. Masters stared at her for a moment before he slid into the seat and she closed him in. “How gallant…” she heard as she shut the door.
Moving around to the driver’s side, she slid under the leather-covered wheel and started the SUV. She had just pulled out of the driveway when she realized that Masters wasn’t belted into the bucket seat next to her. He was sliding into the narrow spot where the console normally was, having shoved the movable partition up to become part of the now-solid seat back. Celia pulled over and turned to glare at him as he smiled at her and hooked himself into the center belt, which left his hands free to run over her chest and thigh—not a comfortable feeling when she was trying to concentrate on driving.
“Can’t you keep your hands to yourself until I get back to my house? You really want me to wreck your pretty, very expensive car?”
A small hand gently squeezed her cock and lips nuzzled against the right side of her chest, sending chills through her body. “If you promise to take me to bed the minute we get to your place, I’ll behave…”
“Christ, Masters…” she began, but huffed to a halt as teeth nipped at her masculine nipple through the shirt.
“Promise and I’ll behave…” The whispered words set off alarms in her body—or should she say, his body.
“I need you.”
“You want me to straddle you right here? I will.”
“The hell you will, Masters! Get the fuck back into your seat and keep your hands to yourself or you’ll walk back to my house!”
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Friday, August 21, 2015
Happy Release Day!
Here are a few places to find Kat's second book in the Black Hills Wolves series:
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Thursday, August 20, 2015
I saw this picture first. I asked Resplendence Publishing if I could write the story that inspired it!!
Lara has an active imagination but the dreams starring her sexy new neighbor are getting downright ridiculous! Jason appearing as a cop and pirate make sense but where in the hell did naked running cowboy come from? She’s waited long enough to find out if he’s as talented in real life as he is in her fantasies.
Naked Running Cowboy
Copyright: Tessie Bradford 2012
She reclined back into the plush pillows to watch the billowy clouds overhead glide by. A gentle breeze caused the diaphanous material of her nightgown to flow across her body, raising goose bumps along her skin and tickling her pebbled nipples. Happily chirping birds filled the branches of the trees, and bunnies hopped through the colorful wildflowers covering the ground around the brass bed.
Anticipation had her heart beating double-time and butterflies dancing in her tummy. She cupped her swollen breasts before slowly drawing her gown up to expose her pussy. Already wet and pulsing with need, she stroked herself until her breathing became erratic.
Are you sure you don’t want to wait for me, darlin’?
She heard his words and the steady fall of his feet on the ground in her mind. Turning to gaze across the vast meadow, she saw him, but he was so very far away, she feared she’d die of longing before he reached her.
So impatient! Aren’t I always here for you, sweetheart?
Now she could see him, running towards her with speed and grace reminiscent of a wild stallion. The Stetson tipped low to cover his piercing blue-gray eyes, and brown cowboy boots were the only clothing items he was wearing. The finely-toned musculature of his chest, arms, and powerful legs were magnificent, but his fully erect cock was truly a sight to behold.
She sat up and opened her arms in welcome when he arrived at the side of the bed. “Fuck me, Jason.”
His lips split into a dazzling grin, and he placed one knee on the edge of the mattress.
An ear-piercing sound echoed through the valley.
Lara beat the crap out of her poor alarm clock for the umpteenth morning in a row. “This is now beyond ridiculous,” she mumbled, pulling a pillow over her eyes.
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