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5.11.07

Halloween Releases

On a night filled with trick or treating, Brianna Duncan's about to get the treat of her life.

She's wanted to take a walk on the wild side, and Halloween gives her the perfect opportunity.

She's been interested in the BDSM lifestyle, and when her hunk of a husband-to-be brings home a scandalous, skimpy outfit and tells her it's the costume for the party they're going to, she's nervous, and more than a little tantalised.

Not only does Justin have treats in store for Brianna, he's got some leather and tawse in his bag of tricks and they're both determined that this won't be just an ordinary Halloween.

Very HOT, very ADULT excerpt!

Feeling a bit ridiculous, walking on stilts while holding up her skirt, she nonetheless followed his command. Her centre of balance was thrown off by the sandals. Her breasts stuck out just a tad more than usual, and her rear was thrust back a bit more, as well.

Still, she couldn’t deny the tiny thrill that danced up her spine. Naughty was its own reward.
She stopped only centimetres away from him. He smelled of the shower he’d taken after working out at the gym, and she noticed that the ends of his hair were still damp.

Suddenly she wanted to be in his arms, but he radiated an energy that told her not to try. She was getting hot. Definitely getting hot.

“Turn away from me. Slowly.”

She complied, completing a half pirouette, nervous, excited by being this much the centre of his attention.

“You’re lovely.” Justin gently moved aside the hair that brushed her shoulders. Then, slowly and sensually, he skimmed his knuckles along her nape. Leaning in, he placed a kiss on that tender area.

Her knees buckled.

But Justin was relentless. He kissed her again, then he gently bit, only to gently soothe away the hurt with the tip of his tongue. “I love you,” he said.

She knew that. And she loved him, too.

“You’ve been asking for this.”

“Thought I was going to have to draw you a picture.”

“Are you sure you know what you want? No joking, no turning back.”

“I want it. Sooner, rather than later would be good,” she said.

“Then go and bend over the bed.”

That tone in his voice was back again, the steel that brooked no argument. She remained frozen in place.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” He put his hand in her hair and held her tight.

He actually sounded serious. Serious and fierce. He truly had been a Master. Now he was hers. Double deliciousness.

“Sorry?” he asked. “I’m afraid I didn’t hear you.”

“No,” she said quickly. “You don’t need to repeat yourself.”

He let go of her hair, and the strands settled against her shoulders.

With a couple of fingers pressed against the base of her spine, he nudged her in the direction of their bed.

She swallowed, more than conscious of his gaze on her backside. Still holding onto her skirt since he hadn’t told her not to, she walked forward, her gaze all but riveted on the two articles of clothing—if they could be called that—on the bedspread. Damned if they didn’t loom like a spectre there in the artificial overhead light. Would she look as hot in them as he thought she might? She couldn’t wait to find out.

Her knees rested along the side of the mattress, and she waited. Would she actually follow his orders?

“Bend over.”

Her heart thundered as she did. She turned her head to the side so that her cheek lay on the satiny duvet.

“Pull your skirt up to your waist.”

Her fingers nerveless, she tugged up the material, exposing her still-covered bottom.

“I love your arse,” he said.

“And I love having you spank it.” Easier to be a smart-mouth when she didn’t have to look at him.

His footfall was all-but silent on the carpeted floor. But she knew exactly where he was at every moment. Every nerve ending was afire with anticipation of his touch.

“Spread your legs.”

She did.

“More.”

Her thighs were farther apart right now than they had been since she’d taken a gymnastics class as a school girl.

With his foot, he nudged her legs even wider.

Then he traced a finger up the inside of her right thigh, and skimmed inside her knickers. Her pussy moistened at his touch.

He rubbed between her legs. “Hussy.”

“Yes.” When he rubbed again, she brazenly pushed her hips back, wordlessly, shamelessly, asking for more.

Artfully, he pressed his thumb against her clit. Hard. Then harder. She squirmed. The exquisite pleasure combined with the sear of pain was unbearable. “Justin!”

He removed his hand. She wiggled in protest, moaning her frustration.

Quietly, he asked, “Shall I spank you with your knickers on? Or shall I spank you bare-arsed?”

“Uhm.” She couldn’t think, couldn’t form a single word.

“Your decision,” he said, waiting. “What do you want, my lovely bride-to-be?”

She wanted him to make the choice. Any way, she wanted to say, just get on with it. But his patience was unending

“Bare-arsed,” she said finally.

“Good. Take off your knickers without getting up.”

She wiggled and squirmed, trying not to drop her skirt as she worked the cotton knickers past her hips and down her thighs. She must be quite a sight. But he wasn’t protesting.

“You may close your legs for your spanking since I’ll be delivering it with my hand. Next time, when I use a belt, you can keep your legs spread so the leather hits your arse and your cunt.”

Shocked at his words, she started to lift her head, only to have him push on her shoulders, forcing her back down.


Tessa Laurent is a witch searching for love. She casts spells on men to lure them into her bed but once she gets them there, she's never satisfied. Afraid to be condemned to a life with no love, she vows to meet men the 'normal' way.

She meets Devon Smith and she’s is immediately attracted to him even though he’s a vampire. Vampires and witches just don't mix—or so she thinks.

He's out to prove her wrong, because Devon's not quite what he seems…

Very HOT, very ADULT excerpt!

“Please let me taste you. Just once, that’s all I want.”

Tessa sighed and spread her legs, more than willing to accommodate the request, hoping that something, anything would excite her, make her feel wanted. She watched the dark blond head dip between her open thighs and the man’s talented tongue licked her swollen slit, once, twice, then flickered over her distended clit. She bucked her hips against his mouth and closed her eyes, hoping to lose herself in the sensation.

Another warm, wet mouth closed over her taut nipple, his tongue swirling, lips sucking. The second man’s soft hair brushed against her chin as he bent over her and she could smell his citrusy scent. She sighed. Most of the time she preferred one on one interaction but with the restless feeling that had been clawing at her gut lately, she thought she’d try it out with two. See if it would up her excitement level, bring her the pleasure she so craved.

She wound her arms around both men, speared her fingers into their hair to guide their movements. The man between her legs sucked her clit into his mouth with her subtle encouragement, thrust two thick fingers deep inside her cunt, moving them in and out slowly. The man at her breasts began nibbling on her nipples with just enough bite, and she cried out weakly.

It wasn’t enough. She had two men in her bed, and it still wasn’t enough.

“I want you both inside me,” Tessa whispered. Maybe that would satisfy her. She’d taken men in the ass before, but she’d never had two men inside her at the same time.
The men moved away from her immediately and she smiled. She’d never had to ask twice, never had to worry they wouldn’t do as she bid. No, all men fell under her sexual spells no matter what.

“How would you like us?” The blond’s chin shone with her sticky cream, and she bent forward, licked at his skin, tasting her essence. She liked her taste, she’d even been curious to know how it would be to lick another woman’s pussy. To have a soft slinky body much like her own wrapped around her. This is how needy she’d become, so desperate to recapture the satisfaction of good sex she thought about seeking out another woman.

But no, she really preferred men with huge delicious cocks and wonderful mouths. Rough hands and hairy bodies. Hard muscles and hot skin.
“Lie down,” she told the fair haired man. “Flat on your back and I’ll mount you.”

He did as she bid, stretching his rangy form on top of her bed, his head propped on a mountain of pillows. His thick cock stood straight out from his body and she leaned forward, licked the engorged tip with her tongue, making him groan. The other man, his hair a dark brown and cropped close to his head, grasped her by the hips, guiding her towards the other.

“Condoms first,” Tessa said, her gaze sweeping over the two men. “Both of you must put them on before we can play.”
Grabbing two condoms from the bedside table, the dark haired man handed one to the blond. They both sheathed themselves quickly, their cocks bobbing with eagerness, their expressions expectant.

She licked her lips, a dull throb starting in her cunt and she thought maybe. Maybe this was the answer, having two men. Two men enter her, pound themselves deep within, stretching her beyond her limits. Making her lose herself in it all.

She couldn’t remember the last time she lost herself in the midst of a sexual act, so overwhelmed with pleasure she didn’t know whether she was coming or going. Desperately she wanted to find that again, thought maybe she had found it again with these two.

But then what would happen when she tired of two? Would she need three or four? How far would she go?

Tessa pushed the thought from her mind and approached the man laid out on the bed. She straddled him, his cock brushing against her wet folds as she shivered. His hips thrust against her, teasing her. With a grunt and one swift movement, he was inside, buried deep. She threw her head back and hissed.
“Oh, yes, fuck me.”

He did so, grasping her hips and moving her up and down his rigid cock. She rode him hard, gasping and moaning and he did the same. Guttural groans tore from his throat and she closed her eyes, the sound of flesh slapping flesh filling her head.

The dark haired man came up behind her, smoothed her hair away from her neck to kiss her there. His hands slid around to her front and cupped her breasts, played with her nipples, pinching and tugging.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered in her ear, thrusting his tongue inside the sensitive shell.
She pulled away from him and ground her pussy against the blond man’s groin, her clit beginning to throb. It wasn’t enough. “Stand next to the bed and fuck me in the ass. Now.”

He went to the edge of the bed without hesitation, rubbing lube all over his long but thin dick. The three of them adjusted themselves and then he was teasing her ridged hole with light brushes of the head of his cock. She thrust her ass towards him in breathless anticipation, ready for him to fill her. Ready for the both of them to fuck her until she couldn’t think anymore.



Felicia likes to dabble in love potions, but when she brews one for her old enemy Acacia, it goes awry when Acacia’s intended, Jeremy Knowles, falls for Felicia.

Jeremy pursues Felicia and although she fears it’s only spell-induced, Felicia can’t resist his charms. She only hopes that she won’t be forced to turn Acacia into a toad to keep the secret so that Jeremy won’t find out, before she can confess her sins.

Very HOT, very ADULT excerpt!

It had been her second to last year in secondary school and his last, when the Naggies in her school treated her like a three-headed dragon. ‘Naggies’ is what her kind called the non-magical folks, which she realised they might think un-PC if they knew, just as she considered the awful term ‘witch’ un-PC. The bold kids delighted in taunting her, daring her to turn them into spiders and ravens, while the shier ones retraced their steps or hid in the shadows when they saw her coming. But Jeremy was different. He’d always treated her like she was a real person with genuine feelings.

With gleaming ebony hair and dark eyes that snapped with deviltry, he wasn’t bad to look at either. His weird sense of humour matched hers. He’d have fit in well with her brothers.

And so she’d snuck sly glances at him for two semesters, almost burning a hole through him, before he’d finally invited her to a school dance. That night had been magical—slow dancing in his arms to her favourite tunes which she’d magically persuaded the DJ to spin, just as she’d stopped the rain, allowing the moon to sparkle through a sprinkling of stars.

Their kisses had been long and hot, sultrier than the warmest summer eve. Deep and sensual, they’d touched her soul. She’d felt more feminine, more aware of herself than ever before.

Before the music ended, she’d been sucked under by the ebb and surge of emotions, drowning in the riptide of their mounting passion. Their dancing had slowed to a gentle rocking in the shadowy corner of the dance floor as their kisses had deepened and they’d forgotten they weren’t alone in the room.

Lost in one another, they’d slipped out and found a secluded space under the canopy of a large oak that dripped with brilliant colours. Everything else had faded and all she’d wanted was to be with him for a million years and share long, slow kisses with him upon the sun’s rising. That night, she’d realised her wish, and they’d made out under that tree, on a bed of soft grass.

“You’re not like the other girls,” Jeremy had murmured against her lips as his hand cradled her cheek.

Feeling more precious than anything in the world, she’d gazed at him with adoration and snuggled deeper into the haven of his arms where she felt the heavy pounding of his heart against hers. Electricity zinged through her and their hearts synchronised in rhythm. Quirking her brow, she asked, “No? How am I different?” Beyond the obvious, she meant.

He tucked her hair behind her ears and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re not giggly and shallow. You’re easy to talk to. You’re nice. You have substance.”
That was the loveliest compliment she’d ever received. The highest praise she could hope to receive from the twins was that she was as fun as a horny toad trying to jump out of a boiling cauldron. As far as other men, none of the Naggies had dared come close and she knew few witches her age, especially young men. None lived in her town so she only saw them at the infrequent festivals such as Winter Solstice.

“You’re rather lovely for a Nag…senior, yourself.” She bit her lip and backed up to cover her slip. She was sure he’d heard the rumours that she was a witch, but no one could be sure. At least she hoped her brothers hadn’t proven it by showing off their magical skills.

And then she’d plunged her tongue into Jeremy’s mouth and let her hands roam over his chest. Before she realised what she was doing, she’d unbuttoned his shirt and spread her palms over his heart. “I’ve never felt this way before,” she admitted huskily, her voice as raspy as the autumn breeze.

Their tongues tangoed as he slid his hands beneath her shirt and released the snap of her bra. Then his hands crept around her waist and tentatively touched the under slope of her breasts, then cupped their weight in his hands. With an expression of awe, he murmured, “You’re beautiful.”

Tongue-tied, she’d finally managed to get out, “So are you.” She’d wanted to kick herself for her lack of sterling repartee but settled for pressing her lips to his. Squirming, she moaned as his fingers kneaded her nipples, setting her aflame.

For the first time in her young life, she’d grown moist between her legs, and the fire spread to her pussy, threatening to engulf her. Ready to combust, she didn’t demure when he slid her clothes from her and laid her back against the carpet of grass.

Returning the favour, she pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders then lowered his jeans. When the moonlight had showered over his eager cock, her eyes widened and her throat went dry. Unable to stop herself, she’d wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue, and drank in her fill of the gorgeous man. No amount of magic could create such a perfect being, and she was mesmerised by his beauty.

He lowered himself so that he hovered above her, holding his weight on his arms. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She had never been more certain of anything in her life before or since. Nodding, she whispered, “Yes.” And then she’d held out her arms and taken him to her heart.
His cock filled her slowly and lovingly, only hurting for a few moments. Once the pain had subsided, they learned each other’s rise and fall, thrusting their hips in unison. Their lips brushed upon each thrust until they could barely breathe, until they were damp with perspiration and their musky juices.

Slick, he slid in and out as if they were timeless lovers, accustomed to the ancient ritual instead of this being their first glorious time. He was a drug in her veins, intoxicating her, so that the rest of the world faded away as she forgot time and place.

Ravenous, her hunger for him built to such an aching need, she feared once would never be enough. She feared she’d become addicted with her first toke of him, and she was hooked.


2 comments:

Brynn Paulin said...

Wow! I see a few books I definitely need to buy.

total-e-bound said...

I know, I'm with you all the way on that one - there's some really hot releases for Halloween.