Visit the House of Taboo With Me!

Ooh-la-la! Erotica author Lia Michaels invited me to visit her at The House of Taboo today, where she grilled me like a cheese sandwich! Actually - we had lots of fun talking about sex, music and other things that make erotica authors tick. I'm sharing with her some of the new projects I'm working on, and giving you a chance to comment on the exciting new erotica line that just opened at Total-E-Bound; some of you may have heard about it during one of Jimmy Kimmel's opening monologues last week!

Visit me HERE

All Together Now #Menage Anthology Available in Print!

Hello my wonderful naughty readers - I am as pleased as a kitten with a bowl of cream to announce that the All Together Now menage anthology is now available in print at Total-E-Bound! So if you don't have an ereader, or just prefer to have a big thick...book in your hands while you read, then scamper on over HERE to get your very own copy. It features my story, "The Perfect Third", along with five other hot, hot, hot menage stories set in contemporary, historical, paranormal and even steampunk settings.

I'm including an adult excerpt here to help get you juiced up for the collection! *wink*

From "The Perfect Third". One woman - two hunky musicians. Will she become their perfect third?

“I appreciate your enthusiasm,” he said, locking with her eyes again. “I plan to reward it.”

He pushed her back on the couch, lifted one of her legs up against its back, and positioned the other so that her foot touched the floor. With her splayed before him, he began to caress and rub the inside of her thighs, reaching higher towards her hips, and rubbing her stomach. She leant back on her elbows and moaned. He reached a little higher and cupped both breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples until they were hard.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “That feels so good.”

As he continued to work her nipples, he slid closer to her until his mouth reached her inner thighs, where he nipped and licked at the sensitive skin. He alternated licking, love-biting, and brushing his lips back and forth on each side, moving ever closer to the lovely folds between her legs. She was beginning to move slightly under his ministrations, her hips thrusting forward, closer to his busy mouth.

“Oh, Lorne, please,” she begged. “Please…”

“Mmmm…that’s nice, the way you’re asking. I think I should give you your reward…”

Lorne’s tongue thrust deep between her wet pussy lips and soft, trimmed curls and searched for her waiting clit. She cried out in pleasure, and began to buck more insistently beneath his lips. Clearly inspired by her obvious enjoyment, he slicked his tongue around and over her clit, furiously bringing her to a frenzy. Just when it seemed she would lose control, he backed off, and let his tongue go to other parts of her most intimate area.

First he pushed into her vagina, his strong tongue acting like a little cock as it rammed into her. Then he lifted her hips a little more, and his tongue travelled further back, teasing between her back cheeks, searching for her other entrance. He swiped his tongue at the hole a few times, and Alexa responded to every little thing he did with all types of cries of pleasure. Lorne laid her down, and began to move back up to her throbbing clit. This time he furiously wiggled it with his tongue, not letting up for a second. Alexa’s whimpers and cries were becoming stronger and more rhythmic, her hips keeping time with the dance of Lorne’s tongue.

He kept at her until she could hold back no longer. As he grasped her hips tightly, seemingly to control her pleasure, she screamed out in release, Lorne only backing off when she was fully done. He kept his face between her thighs as she panted in the aftermath, kissing the inside of her thighs again and again until she was completely through.

“My God, you taste heavenly,” he said.

With that, he turned her over onto her stomach.

“Are you ready for more?”

“Oh yes, Lorne.” She could barely talk, she was still so aroused. “Do whatever you want; that was fantastic.”

“Whatever I want? Are you sure?”

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See you in a few days - I've been busy with final drafts and edits and such - but I hope to have some fun news soon. Stay saucy!



No Charge For "The Dungeon" This Weekend! #BDSM

Hello my prettys - now's your chance to grab a FREE copy of my BDSM story "The Dungeon" on Amazon! Through Sunday, July 22nd, it will be available for free download. If you are a prime member, you can also borrow it for free any time after that.

Click here to get a free copy.

Ironically - as this was published last year waaaay before a certain book with the words fifty and grey in the title was released - it tells the story of the young, innocent Mia and how she meets up with a dark stranger named Donovan. There's something different and special about Mia, and once Donovan invites her to the dungeon he has set up in his mansion in Seattle, he finds himself falling for her. Can he find love with a submissive? And is it possible that someone as innocent as Mia could be lured into his dark world? The following is an adult excerpt from "The Dungeon":

     As she slipped her pumps off and undid the top clasp of her dress, she took in more of the room itself. This was obviously a luxurious home, and it was filled with costly furnishings. It was an interesting mix of contemporary with antique accents. Mia assumed this was the stranger's home, and if so, he had exquisite taste. Being an art student, she recognized quality, and was fairly sure a modern sculpture on the black marble mantle of two twisted naked figures, was from a well-known artist. She tried to adhere as closely as possible to her Master's instructions. Her Master. It had a lovely sound to it.

     After her dress slid off her body onto the thick white shag area rug, she began to slowly roll her nylons down, taking her time, listening to the murmurs of approval from the group surrounding her. She imagined herself to be a priceless art object in a museum, one that was used to the appreciative stares of strangers everyday. The moist feeling between her legs was surely going to be the cause of her first punishment of the evening. Once the nylons lay at the ground next to her dress, she only had her simple bikini panties to be removed, and then she would be completely nude. Once they hit the floor, the girl in the stilettoes approached her, and snapped a metal band around her neck. Mia startled at the cold of the metal, and the heaviness that made her ultra aware of its presence. The band had a small loop in the front to which the girl, who she now knew was Shannon, clipped on a leash.

     Mia was tugged by Shannon, and followed her to the other end of the room, up two steps, and into a candlelit dining room of considerable size. It was there that Mia saw the large wooden dining table, a rich looking mahogany. It was about 10 feet long, and probably weighed a ton. Imposing, ornate wood chairs surrounded it, and Shannon pulled one at the end aside.

     "You are to climb on up here. Then you are to lie down on your back, with your toes pointed to the other side, legs spread. That is where Master Donovan shall be seated, and he demands a view of your pussy while he dines."

     Master Donovan? Was this the name of her dark stranger? She did as she was told, strangely eager. Even the bizarreness of the situation, lying on a table naked while strangers ate and stared at her, was not dampening her enthusiasm. She lay on the hard surface, not particularly comfortable, and was supremely aware of every sensation on her bare flesh. In addition to the hardness of the table against her backbone and head, there was the cool draft around her, making gooseflesh on her skin's surface. Her nipples began to harden; she was unsure if it was the cold or her desire. 

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Grab your copy now! One final note - I have not heard back from the Cocked and Loaded winner, so I have chosen a runner-up, and that person is: Michelle Bledsoe! Congrats Michelle, and I will be contacting you in the next few days regarding your prizes ;-)

#BDSM Unleashed - Join the BlogHop Party!

You know you want to! I promised you a few days ago to let you in on another great Blog Hop that was happening - and here it is: BDSM unleashed, which is being hosted by The Playroom Authors, July 14th through the 21st. That gives you plenty of time to get in on some GREAT fun prizes! There are many decadent authors of BDSM involved, and I myself am being hosted over at the Close Encounters With the Night Kind blog here: http://closeencounterswiththenightkind.blogspot.com/2012/07/bdsm-unleashed-giveaway-hop.html

Enter there for a chance to win a copy of my BDSM short "Room For Two". a $10 Amazon Gift Card, and a wickedly wonderful gift basket that has a BDSM theme. Included are scented candles, a sequined mask, vanilla scented lotion and body spray, skinny black belt with silver studs and naughty jewelry.

Once you've entered to win those fabulous prizes, check out the linky list for all of the other sites giving away BDSM goodies, and hop on over to them!

One final note for those of you who entered into the Cocked and Loaded Hop - my winner, Renald, left an invalid email address, so I have no way of contacting her! If I haven't heard from her by midnight, PST on Tuesday, July 17th, I will pick a new winner from the previous entrants and announce it here.

I'll leave you now with a juicy BDSM excerpt from "Room For Two"

     She drove up the winding driveway and parked,  feeling the familiar flutter of excitement that made her womb clench. He opened the large wooden door to his ranch style home, looked her up and down as she approached him, and nodded with approval. "This is what you wore our first night together."

     Jilly was honestly shocked that he had remembered such a detail. He greeted her as he always did., with a deep kiss on the mouth, the only time he ever did that to her. Once that was completed, they immediately switched into their roles. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl to the room Slave!" he commanded.

     She dropped her bags where she stood, and obediently got on the ground and crawled toward their playroom. He had converted a den into a fully decked out playroom with all manner of toys and devices. Once she was in the room, he pointed to the box. It was basically a large wooden crate that he had modified so that he could lock her in it. It was painted black, and was about four feet square. She was very confined in it, but not enough to be too uncomfortable. There had been a few weekends he had used it on her when he had had to attend a museum function, or some other event. He would lock her in there and leave her to wait for him. He typically tied her hands and feet so that she couldn't pleasure herself or try and get out.

Not tonight! She thought, Not on my birthday and our anniversary. Fine. I guess that verifies to me that I'm not that important. That it's probably best that I end it after this weekend.

     The look on her face must have really conveyed how disappointed she was, because he soothed her while tying her up. "Don't worry, Slave. This is an important weekend for you, for us. I have something special planned."

     With that, he placed a blindfold over her eyes, and guided her into the box. Now she was intrigued. He had never blindfolded her in the box before. What surprise was he talking about? She could hear him leave the room after she had been secured, his footsteps throughout the house, and then after maybe ten minutes, she heard the door close and the garage door opening. Where the hell was he going? All this waiting. First the traffic while she was in the car, and now the damn box. The anticipation that had been turning her on was now turning into aggravation. She was starting to fume, but that eventually drifted into boredom. Finally, she found herself nodding off. It had been a long week, and an agonizing drive over.

     She heard a door slam and startled awake. Her heart was thumping rapidly as she tried to get her bearings. She was cold, and she knew her muscles would be very cramped from being in this same position for... how long had it been? She thought she could hear some muffled voices, and realized that Mark wasn't alone. Oh great, she thought, he decided to go out and get another date. That's it, I'm through with this fucker. Her anger was swelling in her, and she was anxious to get out of this stupid box and just go home. That was when she realized that there were two male voices. Mark was with another guy! What the fuck?

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I'll see you all in a couple of days...                         

Did You Get Cocked And Loaded? Find Out Here!

Hello my pets - I am so sad the the Cocked and Loaded Blog Hop is over! I had a blast, and I hope you did too. Don't despair if you didn't get a chance to participate in this one - I have a BDSM themed one I'll be a part of in a couple days - so stay tuned to this very blog to find out more! Yee-ha!

But now for the moment we've all been waiting for - who got lucky and won the special Cocked And Loaded holiday gift basket, and an ecopy of my menage story from Total-E-Bound publishing, "The Perfect Third"? And our winner of these fabulous prizes is:

RENALD! Woo-hoo! I will be contacting you for your prizes - enjoy!

See you in a couple of days for more prize winning mania - I know I can never get enough! ;-)

#YA "Chrysalis" Series Author Michel Prince Interview!

MK: Hi Michel! Thank you for cruising by my blog today. I wanted to spotlight your YA book, “Chrysalis”, which has a little bit of dysfunction, romance & even a demon and angel in it, right? Tell us a little about this story.

MP: In Chrysalis we have Ellie Chisholm that looks at her family and says “really…that’s what you think is a good choice?” Her family has the dysfunction that she’s trying to avoid because she tends to get lost in TV and movies thinking that’s reality.  When the guy everyone wants, wants her, she is sure she isn’t the one to get the fairy tale ending, but is convinced by her best friend to see where it goes.  Along the way she learns that her family’s choices were influenced by a demon seeking revenge on her family.  Then she learns that she’s had a guardian angel for years who now gets to step up and fight because Ellie is the next target.  She can either chose take the bad path that will lead to repeated poor decisions and suffering, or learn to fight back and make her own destiny.

            MK: And isn’t there a sequel coming out soon? What is the title of that one, and when can we
            grab a copy?

           MP: There is a sequel, there are actually four books currently in the series but this isn’t your regular YA series. It’s a cross-over series which means that as the books progress, they move from YA to adult.  The next book is still in the YA genre but it’s more mature.  It’s titled “The Beam” and will be available October 3^rd, 2012.

MK: YA has become a HUGE fave with even adult readers since the successes of the Twilight and Hunger Games series. Are you hoping this will help garner new adult readers for the YA market?

            MP: I’d love to pick up some of the people looking for the next Twilight.  I think that both of those series have proven all kids don’t just sit and text all day.  There are some savvy readers out there and I hope they fall into my series like they did those.  I did use Twihard readers for my beta group to test if it makes the cut.

             MK: That’s cool! What was your all-time favorite YA story when you were a kid?

             MP: I went from The Baby Sitters Club to Sidney Sheldon and skipped the YA genre when I was younger.  It’s only now that I fell back into it.  I do enjoy books like Forever by Judy Blume, The Twilight Series and The Evermore Series.  When I was younger I don’t remember YA books being as significant in the library.

MK: I agree. I think it went through a lull there for a while. What other genres do you write? Are you strictly all about the romance?

     MP: No but I haven’t completed my YA adventure book and that would probably have to have a pen name when I do.  I do write in contemporary as well as paranormal and adult as well as YA.

           MK: What are you working on in these other genres?

     MP: I have an Adult Paranormal Romance coming out July 17^th about demon hunters, a contemporary romance that comes out in October 2012 about a young man who becomes a father to twins that he really didn’t know because his parents had them when he was away at college.  And if my YA adventure book gets complete it’s about kids being hunted by the government because of their superpowers.

MK: Excellent – you’re very prolific! What are/was the event(s) that inspired you to start writing, and to get published?

MP: I have to give credit to the Twilight series and an interview Stephanie Meyer gave about why she started her series.  I had tapped out a prologue a couple of times but never really saw where it led.  80,000 words later I realized I hadn’t touched where the prologue was going and I needed to follow up with additional books.  When I got a positive response from people I decided by abandoning my family writing a book needed to be worth something, so I started to try to get published.

 MK: Let’s find out some random trivia about Michel. What is the goofiest name you ever dreamed up for a character – and then regained control of your senses and didn’t use?

 MP: I am the anti-goofy name girl.  Naming Sharyn with the strange spelling was hard for me.  I can’t really think of any.

MK: Do you believe in Guardian Angels?

MP: Yes.  But you have to accept them when they come or you may miss your opportunity.

MK: Butterflies, dragonflies or ladybugs? 

MP: Dragonflies in theory.  I freak out when they land on me but I love their design.

MK: Any tattoos you’re willing to confess to?

MP: I have one of Mercury’s foot that says “Runners to your mark…” it’s on my right ankle and it’s in the school colors purple, white and gray from the college I ran track for.  It looked pretty awesome when I was in the blocks.

MK: Sweet. Who is hotter in “Magic Mike”,  Matthew McConaughy or Channing Tatum?

MP: I haven’t seen the movie yet but Matthew McConaughy can give me a lap dance any day.

MK: Yee- ha! Sorry – I just can’t stop thinking about that film. Thanks for stopping by today, but before you go – I’m just dying to get a little peek at what’s going on in Ellie’s world. Can you set up this scene, and give us an excerpt?

            MP: For me first kisses are really important. Ellie’s just learned that Oscar’s been watching her for awhile now and that he loves to tease her.

(excerpt)

A half hour later we arrived in Bloomington for our tournament.  We realized we had a bye in the first round, so we had plenty of time to warm up.  I’d eaten my banana and cereal bar, but after stretching and a few rounds of pepper, I realized my water bottle was empty.  The hallway was a ghost town, maybe everyone was watching one of the first three games.  The water fountain was at the end of the hall, as I started to fill up my bottle, it came over me again.  The feeling of security. 

He came to my game!  His hand was on the small of my back.  I froze, except for my head, which tilted slightly back in the direction of his body.  The bottle overflowed and water splashed on my shoes, causing me to jump back, spilling a little bit more, but this time on his shorts.  I put the top on immediately and laughed nervously. 

"Sorry about that.  At least it’s lower so you won’t have to explain it." 

I slowly looked up from his thigh to his hips, gliding over his chest and finally to his face, perfect with the sunlight streaming through the narrow window down the hall.  He was smiling again, mischief in his eyes.  Suddenly, I was against the wall.  He caught my free wrist and held it over my head.  He bent down to look me in the eyes. 

"I need you to let me give you something.  Please don’t object, but I think you need a good luck kiss.  I’m sure you will perform perfectly if I give this to you.  Are you willing to let me test my theory?"

My heart was pounding my lips ached for his touch.  They tingled, as I hoped for a long, strong kiss.  I nodded slightly, closed my eyes and tilted my head up.  His free hand gently stroked back a stray hair from my face, then he cupped my head.  His thumb stroked my cheekbone.  I felt him lean down slowly, my lips burned.  I could feel his breath, as he brought his lips closer to my mine. 

Instead I felt a soft peck on my forehead.  I opened my eyes, crossing them to see him lightly kissing my forehead.  I turned my head slightly and as the words were coming out, I tried to pull them back.  "What the hell was that?" 

He laughed and shook his head, releasing my arm.  My lips sore from the rush of hormones that filled them and were now also pulsing through my body. 

"Are you ready for that?  I thought you’d want a more stupendous moment, the perfect time, something to tell our grandchildren about."

"So now we’re getting married and having kids?" 

"I don’t know, but I’d hate to take a chance.  What if I kiss you for the first time like you were just some girl, then down the line that’s what we’d have to tell our grandchildren about?  Do you not see how your actions can have catastrophic repercussions for generations to come?"

"Well, I’d hate to disappoint our future offspring, so I guess I’ll have to wait."

"Oh, now you want to kiss me.  I see how you are.  If this is the way our relationship’s going to go, it’ll be hard for me to keep up with you."

"Now we’re in a relationship?" 

His massive hand swallowed mine with softness and led me back towards the gym. 

"Look, we can keep going on like this and waste a month or two dancing around what we know will eventually be, or you can just admit you want me to be your boyfriend and we can get started with our life together." 

Our life together? 

"So, because no other girl has told you ‘no,’ you assume that I’d be the same," I said, frustrated he was right.

"No, you’re not like any other girl.  But," he said, grabbing me around the waist, "eventually, my winning personality will wear you down." 

It wasn’t his personality that was wearing me down right now.  It was the instant connection I felt with him.  His hands were strong, but gentle with just the lightest touch.  His arms made me feel secure, like I was in a cocoon and no one could touch us.  His touch created a world I could’ve only imagined for myself, but never envisioned could be.  So maybe Kelly was right.  I could take a chance and let him be my boyfriend, waste a few weeks, until he got bored, and then never have the regret of saying no to him.  But this had be on my terms, not his.  I was going to control the relationship!

"Fine.  I’ll admit I want you to be my boyfriend, if you give me a kiss worth remembering."  If nothing else, I needed to release the pressure still pulsing in my lips if I was ever to focus on the game ahead.

"Lil’ Girl, you’re going to drive me crazy, I can see that now," he said, shaking his head at me.  "I don’t want to kiss you when you’re under duress like this."

I was going to drive him crazy?  He just said he wanted me to admit I wanted to date him.  Now he…Ugh…He was twisting…AHHHHH.  I didn’t know what I wanted.  But wait, lil’ girl?  Oh no!  That wasn’t going to fly with me.  I hated being treated like a child. 

"Did you just call me little…"

He took my head in his hands, as I felt his lips brush mine.  I closed my eyes as his hands slipped down my back and he held me close, lifting me off the ground.  My arms were around his neck and I felt his tongue slightly parting my lips as I let it enter feeling his velveteen tongue caress mine.  I wished the kiss could last forever, but within a few seconds he slowly put me on the ground again.  My hands slowly glided down his biceps, stopping to feel the strength behind them.  I finally opened my eyes to see him smiling at me. 

"Now that, we can tell our grandkids about.  Good luck, I’ll be cheering for you," he said, releasing me, and turning towards the gym doors as if nothing had just happened.

It took me a minute to catch my breath.  "What the…" Ugh, he took control.  I hated that, but I loved the kiss.  As frustrated as I was with him, I just wanted him to hold me and never let go. 

He turned back around and walked towards me.  Bringing his delicious lips within a breath of mine, our eyes locked as he whispered sweetly, "you said you wanted me to give you a kiss worth remembering.  Tell me truthfully.  Will you ever forget that?" 

A smile rolled across his face.  I used all the strength I had left to not smile. 

"I was just trying to do what you wanted," he said.  "What can I say?  You have me wrapped around your little finger."

I had him what?  My mind raced.  I asked him?  Well, technically I did, but…He had a way of taking control while he tried to throw everything back on me.  Maybe I could get him to leave so I could sort this out.  I didn’t know if I could deal with him all day long. 

"You know, we may be here all day.  I don’t think the championship game starts till five," I said, in an attempt once again to control the situation I put myself in.

"I have nothing else to do and no place I’d rather be," he said. 

Damn!  I lost again. 

The back of his fingers grazed my cheek as he smiled.  "It’s pretty damn sexy to have a girl who believes in herself enough to know she’ll be in the championship."

MK: Wow – maybe this is the next YA series I’ve been looking for now that I’ve read Twilight more times than I care to admit!

To pick up a copy of Chrysalis: Amazon http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_12?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=chrysalis+by+michel+prince&sprefix=chrysalis+by%2Caps%2C163

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/chrysalis-michel-prince/1110198215?ean=2940014519373

ARe http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-chrysalis-779953-140.html

Bookstrand http://www.bookstrand.com/chrysalis-0

To learn more about Michel Prince, visit her here: www.michelprincebooks.com

Cocked And Loaded GiveawayHop! Kindle Fire Up For Grabs!

I promised you guys a good time and I like to deliver on my promises! I am part of an AMAZING Blog Hop hosted by Close Encounters of the Night Kind and Queentutt's World of Escapism - the Cocked and Loaded Giveaway Hop. There are 2 -yes TWO - Kindle Fires preloaded with ebooks as part of the grand prize, and every one of the many, many erotic romance authors participating have their own giveaways. Between now and July 11th, visit every blog and enter in all of the great giveaways. I'm sure you'll discover some great new authors along the way as well!

Here at my blog, I will be giving away an ecopy of my latest release, a contemporary menage, "The Perfect Third", as well as a fun holiday gift basket that will include my famous blend bath salts, saltwater taffy (beach theme anyone?) and red, white and blue goodies. To enter here at my blog, just comment below on your favorite 4th of July activity or tradition, and PLEASE leave your contact info so I can notify you if you win!

To enter in ALL of the wonderful giveaways, and to get a chance at the Kindle Fire, you can go here:

http://closeencounterswiththenightkind.blogspot.com/2012/02/2-kindle-fire-july-blog-hop-sign-up.html

And/or here: http://queentuttsworldofescapism.com/

Just scroll down to the bottom to get the full list of participants, and to enter for the Kindle Fire!
Woo-hoo! It's a party already! But what better way to party than with a little naughtiness? So as a gift to everyone who stops by, I'll leave you with a hot excerpt from "The Perfect Third". In this part of the book, Lorne and Antony are having a little fun with one of their regulars, the kinky Denise, while thye wait for the right one to come along. We've all been there, right? *wink* Everyone have a safe and happy holiday, and remember why we are celebrating!

From "The Perfect Third", published by Total-E-Bound Publishing:

He looked sideways at Antony, who gave a slight nod. They were so used to each other, and knew how to non-verbally communicate exactly what sexy move was next on the evening’s agenda. Lorne held Denise’s head, as he gently backed out of her mouth.

“Oh, darling,” she purred, “I wasn’t done eating.”

“I know, but we have something special for you tonight. What you said you always wanted to try.”

Denise took in a quick breath. “You mean…”

“Yes, baby. Now be a good girl and get on top of Antony.”

Antony, already clued-up to the night’s festivities, had positioned himself on his back on the bed. He scooted over to the middle, but still kept his legs over the end with his feet on the ground. He had stroked himself to a good hard erection. Lorne’s long and thick cock was impressive, but Antony’s God-like erection was spectacular. Denise had been begging for what they were about to do for a long time, but they always wanted to make sure a girl knew what she was getting into—or, more accurately, what was getting into her—before they attempted it.

“Hold on, boys,” she said lasciviously. “If we’re going to do what I think we’re going to do, I want to use some of my toys.”

Lorne was puzzled, but Antony looked almost insulted.

“I’m sure you’ll get plenty of pleasure from what our cocks are about to do to you,” said Antony, trying not to let his pride bring the evening to a halt.

“Oh, sugar, I know they will! It’s just that, well, you boys are so…organic in your tastes. I’ve wanted to add a little more spice to things for a while. I promise you, it’s purely to heighten what I’m already sure will be sensational.”

Antony looked at Lorne to gauge his reaction. Lorne merely shrugged as if to say ‘Why not?’

“Sure, babe, tell us what you want.”

“Okay, Lorne darling. Antony’s already nice and ready for me here. Do you mind grabbing my little bag of tricks over by my closet door?”

Lorne looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a small black tote. He picked it up, and when he unzipped the top to view the contents he got the complete picture of what she wanted. Their kinky little Denise liked it rough. Lorne and Antony had very little in the way of taboos, but BDSM had never been their first choice with a date. They both truly loved women, and would never do anything to hurt or degrade one. But if that was something the woman wanted, they would do their best to please her.

“Any requests?”

He could see Antony sitting up on the bed, straining around Denise to try to get a good look at what was going on. The evening had taken an interesting turn.

Tuesday Teaser From M/M WIP - "Set Ablaze"

Hello darlings...I have been bound and chained to this thing called Real Life. Have you heard of it yet? It is SO dull! I'm also trying to wrap up my WIP "Set Ablaze", which is Part One of my Uniform Encounters series. It tells the story of two very hot (haha) firemen, one of whom has to overcome some heavy emotional issues to be with the man he loves. Can Eric let himself love after coming out of the closet later in life, and will his grown son ever forgive him? In addition, there are a string of arson fires in his city of Mesa, Arizona, and they seem to be personal. Or is someone trying to frame him? Maybe Tom, the new young firefighter in town that he's fallen head over heels for, will help him to find out the answers.

Here's a scorching excerpt - watch out - it sizzles!

Finally, there was a light knock at the door. As soon as Tom opened the door and saw Eric standing in the waning twilight, he knew it was bad. Very bad.

“Oh Babe, come in.”

Once the door was closed, Eric gathered Tom in his arms, holding onto him as if he were a life preserver. In the warmth and strength of Eric’s arms, Tom felt as though he were the one being protected and comforted; yet he wanted to be there for him, for his man. At last, Eric loosened his hold, and slowly let Tom go, still keeping his hands on Tom’s arms, allowing them to drift down until he was facing Tom and grasping both of his hands.

“You must be hungry,” said Eric.

“Are you? Because I can wait if you need to talk.”

Eric sighed with such resignation, Tom thought his heart would break. “I need everything from you. Everything is happening so fast, so sudden. There’s you, my job, the fires, Charlene, my son – everything. And out of all of that, the only thing that I think is keeping me sane right now is you. It’s so ironic, a relationship was the last thing I thought I needed, but instead, it seems like it’s exactly the thing I need. I hope I’m not speaking out of turn, moving too fast.”

Tom couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wanted to jump up and down like a little kid on large doses of candy, but instead he pulled Eric closer to him, and once his belt buckle bumped into Eric’s crotch, he looked up at him and parted his mouth; an open invitation.

“Oh God, you are so…” the rest of Eric’s words were cut off as he lowered his mouth onto Tom’s, and Tom surrendered himself to the longing he’d built up all day waiting for Eric’s arrival. Eric finally released Tom’s hands, clutching Tom’s curly locks with one, and grabbing his ass with the other, squeezing hard. Eric was a powerful, large man, and Tom literally felt he was about to be swept off of his feet. He was right. Eric gathered Tom in his arms, walked the few steps to the bed, and tossed him down on it.

This is outrageous. Awesome.

Like a predator, Eric stood above Tom and gazed down at him, raw need obvious in his eyes. He continued to stare Tom down, wordless, while he yanked his shirt off. Then off came his undershirt, belt, jeans, shoes, and now he was standing before Tom gloriously nude, the perfect male specimen. Tom swallowed hard.

“Take your clothes off for me baby, I could just watch you all day. I’ve started fantasizing about you, what you do all day, what you like, what you’d like me to do to you. Show me what you like when you’re alone, I hope, thinking about me.”

Oh Jesus, what’s this guy doing to me?

Tom started to shake a little. He was intensely turned on, but suddenly feeling a little shy. At the same time, he would do anything to please Eric, to make him happy. Especially on a day like today when Tom was sure something really awful had happened. Slowly, he began to lift his polo over his head, the one that was supposed to be his dinner date shirt. He watched Eric watching him as he went for his belt buckle next. Eric licked his lips and Tom couldn’t stand the strain of his aching cock against the tight denim for one second more. He ripped them off, and cast them aside. Next his shoes, socks, and he was naked before the hooded eyes of his lover.

There was no doubt that Tom was ready for Eric, his prick made that clear enough. He didn’t want to look away from Eric, but at the same time, he didn’t think he could do this with Eric looking into his eyes. This was unfamiliar territory for him, but also really hot, he wanted to do it.

He leant his head back while propped up on his elbows, and closed his eyes. He pictured Eric in his mind, his perfectly sculpted muscles, his taut six-pack stomach – spectacular for a man his age - his strong broad shoulders, his large hands. That last thought caused a dribble of pre-cum to ooze out of his dick, and he used his right hand to start stroking himself gently at first, and then with increased vigour. His hips pumped up and down the longer he gripped his cock, and he was afraid he might come. But Eric wanted to see what he liked, so he needed to show him everything.

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I hope to have this completely finished and turned in within a couple weeks to my editor - so with any luck, it may even become available this year! Let me know what you think - feedback is appreciated, as always. ;-)

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