Release Blitz: To Break A Devil by Lilah E. Noir




Title: To Break A Devil
Author: Lilah E. Noir
Genre: Dark Bully Romance
Release Date: June 22, 2021


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She humiliated me eight years ago.
Now, she will pay for her sins.

Sage Phoenix was the bane of my existence. That tattooed tease with a short skirt and body made for sin drove me crazy from the moment I met her.

I loathed her, and yet she woke up my deepest, most shameful carnal desires.

I had a mind of logic and order until she turned the tables on me and left me behind, broken and in disgrace.

It’s a hot summer night in the city when our paths cross again.
I’m no longer the boy she seduced in high school. I grew smarter, stronger… and I have all the tools to break her.

She pushed me way too far. Once we’re all alone in her rundown tattoo parlor, Sage will have no choice but to submit to my revenge.

There is just one problem… I’m still crazy for her.

Can I resist her? Who will win the ultimate battle of wills?

This is a standalone novella with HFN, no cheating, and no cliffhanger. It’s a dark tale and a twisted second chance love story of two former high school enemies.
The book contains steamy situations, scenes of violence and is intended for a mature audience. It is not a safe story.
All the characters are over 18 years old.

Author’s Note: The story was originally published in 2016 under the name The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo. It’s the same story, only with improved editing and a new title.



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She kept explaining what she did to make the perfect fairy tale dress but her words didn’t reach me. I could only focus on her mouth, painted in a light pink lipstick I longed to destroy after pinning her against some wall and crushing her lips with mine. The rest of the universe, all its sounds and images faded in the background. All that remained was Sage Phoenix, the perfume of her skin, the fire in her eyes and the softness of her body. She was so close and yet I forbid myself to touch her. It hurt.
That girl entranced me… and yet I knew I’d never have her. I repeated to myself how much I hated her. When I tried to recall all those times she had irritated the hell out of me there was nothing left in my memory. Past and future had faded into obscurity. All I had left was that moment and our slow, seductive dance. The more time I spent with her, the fewer arguments I found for why we shouldn’t share at least one night together before life pushed us in different directions.
The evening passed in a blur. I noticed nothing. Later I wouldn’t be able to recall what the prom decorations were, what songs they were playing, who was there and whether I drank or ate anything. It’d been a surreal experience as if we were moving through a dream. Some sentimental part of me wished that this dance would never end. My arms had to wrap around her waist while I was inclining to the nape of her neck and elegant shoulder. Sage wasn’t trying to rub herself against me in any inappropriate way. She was just enjoying the dance and sometimes she’d stroke my fingers with a strange tenderness.
It was beautiful, what transpired between us that evening on the dance floor. Beautiful and painful. The other, primal part of me wanted to throw her on the ground, tear her dress off her and fuck her raw. Something was telling me she’d enjoy it just as much as I would.
My eyes fell on her amazing lips once again. Would it be so awful if I kissed her at least once and savored her taste; if I stole myself a piece of the forbidden fruit?
Her eyes were unreadable in that instant. I remembered how I told her we could calculate with precision everything in the world and our life. Yet I had no clue what that girl’s thoughts or feelings were. What was she hiding beneath the many facets of her personality?






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★★★★★ “This is a very dark and sizzling story which is basically a revenge scene that had been building for years. Well-written, well-edited, page-turner steamy story.”

★★★★★ “Thoroughly enjoyed this book and really didn’t want it to end. Love the chemistry and feistiness. What an ending!”

★★★★★ “The undeniable attraction between the two. It is like fighting fire with fire.”

★★★★★ “Sage and Paul’s story was purely steamy and dirty! I loved every dark and twisted minute of this book. This book was so steamy and dirty I had to take breaks it was that good.”

★★★★ “I was pleasantly surprised by this novella’s character development and original plot, and would recommend it, particularly to anyone who is into BDSM.”

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Lilah E. Noir is an author of erotic novels and psychological stories with an edge and a dark vibe to them. Her work has elements of taboo, seduction, different aspects of the BDSM lifestyle, with a touch of romance and tenderness.

If you love flawed characters, submissive alpha females, unconventional dominant heroes, angst, emotional darkness, lots of kinky sex scenes her books might be your kind of pleasure.


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Release Blitz – Blood and Spice (The Witch, The Shifter, The Vampire) A Dark Halloween Romance

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Title: Blood and Spice (The Witch, The Shifter, The Vampire): A Dark Halloween Romance

Author: Lilah E. Noir

Release Date: November 28th, 2019

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Two powerful men. A conflicted woman. A dark night of submission and taboo, mind-blowing pleasure and decadent agony.

Charming Laurel Stone and her ruggedly handsome assistant and submissive Corwin believe all their troubles are over. After centuries of prosecution they find a new home and acceptance at Crescent Moon Springs. Their quaint bookstore and cafe were one of the local treasures. No one suspects of their dark past.
Life seems perfect, until it isn’t.
There’s trouble in the air before the night of Halloween. Buried desires resurface in Laurel, brewing like a dark, delicious potion. That sudden need to be spanked, used and dominated is about to crack that proud Mistress and her iron control. Not even her love for Corwin is enough to make those feelings go away.
Everything changes when the mysterious Severin steps in Cinnamon Bookshop. He shatters their peaceful life and bind their willpower with a hypnotic spell. Laurel and Corwin surrender to that powerful predator on a bloody, sensual night they can never forget.
What will Laurel decide when she’s torn between love for her pet and lust for her Master?

WARNING! This book is intended for mature audiences. It’s a novella, a one-night stand of sexy literature, a paranormal love story with high level of steam, hot explicit scenes, power exchange, M/f/m menage and a guaranteed HFN. It’s the sizzling tale of a sexy dominant witch who gets to explore her submissive side, her werewolf pet and a mysterious stranger with sharp fangs who pushes them past their limits. If that offends you, you’d better not buy this book.

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Please.” He said with a soft smile. “You’d be fine without me, you’re a force of nature. You’d find another big, strong man to wrap around your finger just by showing up at that bar downtown.”

She laughed and gave him a stern gaze. “Don’t make me punish you, Corwin, and don’t make jokes. I don’t want you to think I don’t appreciate you and I haven’t been showing that the past few months. Our business is growing, though, and we need all the help we can get during high season. It’d be a relief to have someone help you out in the cafe. I’d need another person who can process the orders on the website.”

Corwin crossed his big arms over his chest and looked at Laurel again. Her words made perfect sense, but he wasn’t sure he liked the change. It had always been just him and her and that was the way he loved it. He had no trouble charming the clients, to make them feel welcome, to seduce them. When they closed the bookstore for the day, he wanted no one else around but her.

It was ridiculous. How would that fierce, protective part of him handle any outsiders?

Laurel raised her head and gave him one of her sweet smiles. “Sometimes I waste so much time in administration and paperwork. It’d be better to let someone else handle it so I can work on more creative things… new recipes, finding new herbs…”

She leaned in to whisper against his lips. “More time for my pet.”

Corwin hissed under his breath when her mouth moved closer to his. Some days it was getting so difficult to restrain himself around her. Something as innocent as a touch and a smile made him hard.

It’s so close to the full moon.

I hope you know what you’re doing, Laurel. We’re happy here, why should we risk ruining it?He ran fingers through his dark hair and let out a sharp breath. “Sorry… I… I’ve been nervous.”

She took Corwin’s big palms in hers. His fingers were a little cold to touch and little tremors pierced his rough skin.

Relax, my little wolf.” Laurel whispered those words as if they were a lullaby and her disarming gentle touch broke through the wall of tension. Corwin swallowed and smiled at her. The ferocious hotness was letting go of his mind. “It’s okay, you always get like that at the full moon… I always take care of you.”

Yes, Mi… I mean, Laurel.” He pulled away from her. If they continued touching, it’d be difficult to last too long before the wolf resurfaced in his mind. Right then Laurel looked delicious enough to eat and her white neck drew his attention. Such a tiny strip of skin over her red poncho and yet so seductive.

It brought memories of how sweet her blood was. He closed his eyes and imagined her taste on his tongue, swirling like an exquisite wine.

Anyway…” She interrupted his thoughts and picked up one of her chocolates from the pumpkin. “Are you ready for tonight?”

Corwin nodded and rubbed his temples to ease the headache rushing in. It’s been worse lately, and he was getting more sensitive to sounds. He sank his teeth in his tongue and waited for a few minutes for the sharp, pounding pain to pass. Laurel narrowed her eyes, put the chocolate away and reached out to rub the base of his wrist.

Why don’t you take your break?” She whispered and ran her nails along his skin. “It’s quiet right now, so I won’t need you as much at the front store. Go to your room, I’ll make you some tea.”

He laughed and kept rubbing his temples with faster movements. The nasty, gnawing sensation deep in his stomach seemed to feed his headache. There was something strange in the air but Corwin found it hard to put his finger on it. It was a whisper in the wind. A threatening voice. The sound was too low and he didn’t get the message.

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This is so embarrassing.” Laurel cooed and leaned against the ladder with a mysterious expression that rivaled his. Desire was still ravaging her body, but she had gotten her act together. “Thank you, sir, I’d have broken my neck if you hadn’t helped me.”

He chuckled and tilted his head to the side. His eyes studied her with a strange mixture of curiosity and arrogant possession.

That’s so kind of you to say, ma’am, but you wouldn’t be in any danger of snapping your lovely neck if I hadn’t startled you.” The stranger responded and curled his long fingers in a come hither gesture. His scent was red wine and his voice was as deep as dark chocolate.

Beautiful… and dangerous. His polite voice had a subtle menace about it. A smile that never reached his eyes, a calculating look on his face… and that aura of a predator masked beneath a delicious fragrance.

He couldn’t be an ordinary man.

A sense of unease lurked inside her chest, a weak, little flame compared to the forest fire of physical desire.

The desire for submission.

Laurel had always been faithful to her wolf during all those years Corwin had been by her side. Nobody else provoked her interest or tempted her, not in such an intense way. Seduction served her as a weapon but she didn’t let the flame touch her… unless her lover and her reached the peak of pleasure together.

That man woke up other cravings inside her, desire she thought she had buried. Laurel wanted him to push her down on her knees, raise her skirt and run a smooth palm down her exposed ass. The leather of his gloves would slide down her buttocks, warming them up, running along the strip of wetness at the front part of her panties.

The first stinging slap of his leather clad palm would sting and bring tears to her eyes… and she’d beg for more. Here she was now, melting under the cold gaze of a stranger and had a hard time restraining herself from dropping on her knees.

Would he be rough or seductive in his domination? She imagined his full lips and that he’d sink his teeth in her neck until he drank the first drops of scarlet blood. Laurel squeezed her thighs as she pictured him licking the blood. He’d be right behind her, pressing his body against her spanked ass and would reach out to rip her dress.

Perhaps you’d like to sit down?” His mocking voice once again snapped her out of her shameful fantasies. “You are red in the face. Not that I complain. A lady could always use natural blush on her cheeks.”

Oh, someone was full of himself. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing her flustered or angry. Protesting and acting like an offended maiden would just make his smugness grow. Instead, Laurel smirked at him, turned around with a sensual lilt of her hips and strolled to the cash register. The lust weakened its grasp around her throat now that she had no direct contact with him.

Was it her imagination or did his eyes follow her every move?

You might be right, sir. About blushing.” When she got behind her desk, at a safe distance, Laurel turned to him with a flip of her long, wavy hair. He still stood at the same place, amused and waiting for her to make the next move. “Few things impress me enough to tint my cheeks in red.”

His laughter surprised her, its silver, cheerful sound that echoed through Cinnamon’s wooden walls. Listening to him laugh made her think of sparkles and bubbling joy. He was such a contradiction.

I’m sure I can surprise you, Miss.” The man moved with a casual grace and walked to her as quiet as if he was a tomcat. Laurel looked down at his leather boots, black like the rest of his clothes. “The world is full of unexpected experiences, don’t you think? You might just need to expand your comfort zone.”

Laurel rested her hands on the counter and shot him a questioning look. The strange man was in no hurry to explain what he wanted and enjoyed taking his time. He was looking around with that same mildly intrigued expression but then he fixed his eyes on hers.

My comfort zone is a sweet place, sir.” Laurel chirped, as if she didn’t understand what he was implying. Everything inside her clenched in anticipation. “Staying inside it has more appeal than venturing out. You might try it someday.”

For the first time since he entered the shop, the stranger looked a little shocked. Insecurity crossed his beautiful features, but that lasted shorter than the blink of an eye. The stranger leaned in and nearly touched her hand. Laurel trembled at his proximity but didn’t move away. The thin hairs on her wrist raised in anticipation, she held her breath and…

his leather clad fingers only lingered next to her skin before the stranger took a step back.

Comfort and I bid farewell a long time ago… though I wish I had the time to get to know the zone you’re so fond of.” He moved his eyes from hers and kept gazing at the bookshop’s shelves and decorations with a vague smile. Laurel heard a touch of melancholy in his voice. Once again, it was such a subtle emotion that someone who didn’t have her experienced ear would have missed it. A sigh fell off his sultry lips, even quieter than the drop of the pin.

When he turned his eyes back to hers, he had the same detached look of calculated seduction.

You have built a lovely bookshop for yourself, Miss. Many people told me that your shop was a local treasure… just like you. I see they weren’t exaggerating.” A hint of warmth crept in his mysterious smile.

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Now, Laurel, I knew you wanted me from the moment we met.” He grinned with effort and used his entire body to make her fall over on her back. His attempts to pin her down by her wrists failed. Laurel was still clutching his neck like a cat, even with his stronger body pressing her to the ground. “I see you want me to tame you and claim you as my bitch, don’t you? At your service, little one.”

Laurel was breathing hard and staring at him with wild eyes. Sweat was coating her body and the world in front of her was getting blurry. Their fight made her return to the feverish state of lust but she didn’t let go of him. All her energy went in choking that bastard and it was already leaking out of her.

An evil grin flashed across his face and he snaked his hand between her thighs.

Oh, mine…” He chuckled when his thumb found her clit. “Look at you… Your enemy’s at your home and you’re sopping wet for him. Such a slut. I bet if I fuck you now you’ll be screaming for it.”

He shoved two fingers deep in her wet hole and rubbed her clit with rough moves. Laurel cried out and lost her grip on his throat. Severin didn’t need to wait for another chance and gathered her weakened wrists. Laurel found herself with her back flat to the ground, his right hand in an iron hold around her hands. His rough, furious finger fucking was the last blow to her resistance.

Please, stop… I can’t…” Laurel whimpered in humiliation. Her tormentor said nothing and just smiled. He speared his fingers inside her in a V-shape and rubbed her tight walls, searching for all the possible sweet spots.

Oh yes, you can.” Severin whispered. His fangs once again scratched her neck. “You were ready for me today, Laurel. I felt how wet and needy you were from the moment I entered your store. You have no idea how difficult it was not to bend you over your counter and fuck you like you need.

She shut her eyes, mortified at her body’s reaction, how wet she was, how only his breath next to her ear made her blood race. Laurel squeezed his fingers and raised her ass to make them sink deeper, just like she did with Corwin earlier.

Corwin. She thought with grief as her weak flesh gave in and the pleasure of being manhandled rushed inside her. Please, forgive me, forgive me, my little wolf.

No… have mercy.Her cheeks were as wet as her thighs when the erotic insanity pushed all other emotions away. “Please…”

Severin brushed his fang against her nipple, close enough to make it bleed.

You need it, pet. You need me to top you. Be a good girl and let me play with you.He thrust his fingers harder inside her and pulled them out to play with her hardened clit. No matter how soft his voice was, Laurel knew he wasn’t asking for permission. She’d be his sex toy tonight and Corwin would watch her degrade herself. “Tomorrow, I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again. Tonight you’ll be our whore.”

Laurel kept holding her wrists over her head even when Severin let her go. He slid his hand beneath her thigh and raised it up high. His whole fist entered her wide open hole, and she heard herself cry out when she squirted all over her red cloak. Spasms of pleasure shattered her defenses and soon she was groaning out loud. Her tortured, raw walls were squeezing his hand inside her.

Our? Did he say our?

His whisper had been so soft she couldn’t be sure what he spoke. Laurel’s mind was too messy with lust and guilt to comprehend it. Severin was pushing his fist in and out of her. To add insult to injury, he was staring at her the whole time.

Laurel was panting while his blue eyes were stripping her of the last shred of dignity. She was laying naked, with a soaked red cloak and he reveled in how vulnerable she was.

Stop looking at me.” She swallowed and shut her eyes. That night of erotic humiliation was far from over… and it was already hard for her to look at him.

Why not? There’s nothing hotter than the sight of a defeated strong woman.” He bit her nipple. “Maybe a few things…”

Severin pulled his hand out of her and spanked her thigh. He got up and towered over her body. Laurel closed her thighs and pressed them together as if that would hide her painful arousal.

Get down on all fours.His voice startled out of her oblivion as strong as a whip. “You’ll spend a long time on your knees tonight… Mistress.”

The asshole couldn’t restrain his laughter at the last words. She looked up at him with indignation when he reached out and pushed his boot against her raw pussy lips. The contact with the leather made her wince.

Do it now…” Severin laughed. “We’ve left your poor pet alone for too long. You didn’t think we’d just let him watch you have all the fun, did you?”

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Teasing Bites: Blood and Spice(The Witch, The Shifter, The Vampire) – Sample of Chapter 1

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Delicate webs covered the staircase that led to the reading corner on the top floor. They sparkled like silver under the lanterns’ light. Laurel could tell him she had summoned a thousand little spider helpers to spin and weave those webs. He’d believe her. There was also a huge carved pumpkin on the counter next to the cash register. Mark brought the candy to his nose and he nearly had an orgasm out of the sweet, sour and spicy scents he caught.

The old bookshop and café always had that fragrance in the air, of the millions of drinks from her menu. She said the recipes were all hers but the person who prepared them was Corwin, her right hand and assistant.

Mark had always been attracted only to girls and women. He couldn’t deny how alluring Corwin was, though. The man behind the counter exuded raw sexuality, and that made Mark feel intimidated and slightly turned on.

Corwin was probably the tallest person he had ever seen, easily over six feet and ten inches. He often joked he was lucky that the “boss lady” picked up a house for their shop where he didn’t have to hit his head on a door frame. The tall ceilings and arched doors of the bookshop suited him… just like the petite, mysterious Laurel when she was next to him. Corwin was definitely not a man fitted for narrow spaces with his muscular body, broad chest and arms. He was more fit to tie heavy knots on ships than prepare spicy tea and coffee. His athletic figure was useful when he had to climb the ladder to get books from the upper shelves.

Corwin had intense hazel eyes and a rugged face that gave him a menacing appearance. It was a big surprise for Mark once he got to know him better. Laurel’s assistant was both intelligent and sweet. He was probably one of the smartest people Mark ever met. He knew every book at Cinnamon Bookshop by heart and could give lengthy recommendations about all genres, from young adult fiction to philosophical studies. There weren’t many topics he didn’t have an encyclopaedic knowledge of.

He was also part of the reason the bookshop was often full of giggling teenage girls who tested their flirting skills on him. Oh well, Mark couldn’t really judge them for that, could he? He had a mad crush on Laurel from the moment he saw her.

Come on, Mark, open it and read just a few lines.” She interrupted his thoughts, laughed and her honey voice caressed him. A warm feeling was growing inside him, like the first fires of the golden fall.

He took his sweet time to admire Laurel before he flipped through the pages. How could he keep his eyes from her? Her pretty, pale face framed with a veil of raven hair, a kind, yet mysterious smile and plump, ruby lips allured the gaze even when she was out of sight. Right then she had tilted her head in expectation for his next move and played with the frills of the bright red poncho scarf wrapped around her…

and those green eyes amazed him.

Funny thing, he never fantasized what she’d be like without her long skirts and scarves. They were part of her mystery.

Mark knew he was too young for her but he was helpless to her little cloud of enchantment. No matter what he did during the day, his inner compass always led him up the hill to Cinnamon Bookshop. It wasn’t just her… the entire house was drawing him.

It was that lazy, seductive environment with a thousand different spices lingering in the air, the paper and ink. New books that smelled as if they had just come out of the print with snow white pages and slick covers. First editions with heavy leather bound covers whose fragile yellow paper brought him back to the past with a mere touch. All the tiny details, the silver bells at the front door, the old furniture of the cafe, the lacquered wooden shelves made for a little heaven in his mind.

Sometimes Mark wondered if his attraction for Laurel was even sexual. It was a pleasure for him to be around her and enjoy her presence. Corwin provoked the same sensations in him and he couldn’t imagine the old bookshop without the tall man.

Corwin and Laurel were a gorgeous couple. Mark felt thrilled to watch them together. Laurel suited his towering, muscular figure so well with her soft femininity. They rarely acted like lovers in public but Mark sensed their connection with every fiber of his being.

 

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“I’m sorry.” The stranger spoke again and this time his seductive voice was so close to her ear. Laurel still had her back towards him but he had grabbed her mid fall in a pair of strong arms. He pressed her against his chest and helped her regain her balance. That time his scent was so close, so haunting. It took all her self-control not to melt right on the spot. His arms slid around her waist, under the pretext that he helped her to get back on her feet… and Laurel didn’t mind it as much as she should have. “I didn’t mean to scare you, ma’am. Are you all right?”

Would she protest if he leaned her against the ladder, made her grasp the wooden steps and fucked her from behind before leaving? Right in that moment her body had taken control over her mind and she’d even demand it.

That’s insane.

Laurel felt his breath in her hair and caught another sensation in the swirl of red wine. Winter. Ice.

The moment their eyes met the stranger took a step back and bowed to her. A wicked little grin went over his lips but didn’t reach his eyes, pale blue and cold as the heart of the winter. Long, pale blond hair fell down his shoulders, in a stark contrast to his black coat. He was as tall as Corwin, though less muscular and on the lean side, with long, elegant fingers that had been brushing past her waist just a minute ago.

She had never met a creature with such an austere beauty and seductive aura.

He was wearing a long black coat that made his pale skin stand out even more. Laurel looked down at his hands in matching leather gloves. How could those slender fingers have such a strong grasp? At first sight he appeared somehow fragile to her. That delicacy melted when the stranger looked deep into her.

Did he read her thoughts?

Laurel snapped out of her trance. It dawned on her that the stranger waited for her to respond, with one pale blond eyebrow arched and that same half-mocking grin. She cleared her throat, gathered all her powers of enchantment and flashed him her best smile. She reserved that smile only for customers and potential lovers. It tickled her pride when surprise went through his gaze.

“This is so embarrassing.” Laurel cooed and leaned against the ladder with a mysterious expression that rivaled his. Desire was still ravaging her body, but she had gotten her act together. “Thank you, sir, I’d have broken my neck if you hadn’t helped me.”

He chuckled and tilted his head to the side. His eyes studied her with a strange mixture of curiosity and arrogant possession.

“That’s so kind of you to say, ma’am, but you wouldn’t be in any danger of snapping your lovely neck if I hadn’t startled you.” The stranger responded and curled his long fingers in a come hither gesture. His scent was red wine and his voice was as deep as dark chocolate. 

Beautiful… and dangerous. His polite voice had a subtle menace about it. A smile that never reached his eyes, a calculating look on his face… and that aura of a predator masked beneath a delicious fragrance. 

He couldn’t be an ordinary man.

A sense of unease lurked inside her chest, a weak, little flame compared to the forest fire of physical desire. 

The desire for submission.

Laurel had always been faithful to her wolf during all those years Corwin had been by her side. Nobody else provoked her interest or tempted her, not in such an intense way. Seduction served her as a weapon but she didn’t let the flame touch her… unless her lover and her reached the peak of pleasure together.

That man woke up other cravings inside her, desire she thought she had buried. Laurel wanted him to push her down on her knees, raise her skirt and run a smooth palm down her exposed ass. The leather of his gloves would slide down her buttocks, warming them up, running along the strip of wetness at the front part of her panties.

The first stinging slap of his leather clad palm would sting and bring tears to her eyes… and she’d beg for more. Here she was now, melting under the cold gaze of a stranger and had a hard time restraining herself from dropping on her knees.

Would he be rough or seductive in his domination? She imagined his full lips and that he’d sink his teeth in her neck until he drank the first drops of scarlet blood. Laurel squeezed her thighs as she pictured him licking the blood. He’d be right behind her, pressing his body against her spanked ass and would reach out to rip her dress.

“Perhaps you’d like to sit down?” His mocking voice once again snapped her out of her shameful fantasies. “You are red in the face. Not that I complain. A lady could always use natural blush on her cheeks.”

Oh, someone was full of himself. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing her flustered or angry. Protesting and acting like an offended maiden would just make his smugness grow. Instead, Laurel smirked at him, turned around with a sensual lilt of her hips and strolled to the cash register. The lust weakened its grasp around her throat now that she had no direct contact with him. 

Was it her imagination or did his eyes follow her every move?

“You might be right, sir. About blushing.” When she got behind her desk, at a safe distance, Laurel turned to him with a flip of her long, wavy hair. He still stood at the same place, amused and waiting for her to make the next move. “Few things impress me enough to tint my cheeks in red.”

His laughter surprised her, its silver, cheerful sound that echoed through Cinnamon’s wooden walls. Listening to him laugh made her think of sparkles and bubbling joy. He was such a contradiction.

“I’m sure I can surprise you, Miss.” The man moved with a casual grace and walked to her as quiet as if he was a tomcat. Laurel looked down at his leather boots, black like the rest of his clothes. “The world is full of unexpected experiences, don’t you think? You might just need to expand your comfort zone.”

Laurel rested her hands on the counter and shot him a questioning look. The strange man was in no hurry to explain what he wanted and enjoyed taking his time. He was looking around with that same mildly intrigued expression but then he fixed his eyes on hers.

“My comfort zone is a sweet place, sir.” Laurel chirped, as if she didn’t understand what he was implying. Everything inside her clenched in anticipation. “Staying inside it has more appeal than venturing out. You might try it someday.”

For the first time since he entered the shop, the stranger looked a little shocked. Insecurity crossed his beautiful features, but that lasted shorter than the blink of an eye. The stranger leaned in and nearly touched her hand. Laurel trembled at his proximity but didn’t move away. The thin hairs on her wrist raised in anticipation, she held her breath and…

…his leather clad fingers only lingered next to her skin before the stranger took a step back.

“Comfort and I bid farewell a long time ago… though I wish I had the time to get to know the zone you’re so fond of.” He moved his eyes from hers and kept gazing at the bookshop’s shelves and decorations with a vague smile. Laurel heard a touch of melancholy in his voice. Once again, it was such a subtle emotion that someone who didn’t have her experienced ear would have missed it. A sigh fell off his sultry lips, even quieter than the drop of the pin.

When he turned his eyes back to hers, he had the same detached look of calculated seduction.

“You have built a lovely bookshop for yourself, Miss. Many people told me that your shop was a local treasure… just like you. I see they weren’t exaggerating.” A hint of warmth crept in his mysterious smile.

He’d be dangerous for her sanity if he stayed close to her for five more minutes. She had to keep her professional mask and go on with the usual sweetness.

“That’s nice of you to say, sir…”

“Severin.” The stranger chuckled and extended his hand for a shake. “Trust me, I’m anything but nice. So if I pay you a compliment, I speak what I think.”

“I appreciate honesty, Mr. Severin.” Laurel hesitated before she returned his gesture. She feared how much she’d like his fingers wrapped around hers.

“Just Severin, I like keeping it personal.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it. She bit her tongue not to let out a moan when Severin tightened his grip and pressed his lips to her hot skin. Laurel did not understand how she hadn’t fallen apart with need.

She had to resist. Corwin was up there and he’d always be her first choice, no matter what this stranger was doing to her body with a glance.

That was just a kiss. What else could he do?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Severin, I’m Laurel.” She stuttered when he let go of her. The disappointment shook her inside. So that’s what Corwin was going through when she denied him and toyed with him.

“I know.” He smiled back. “I met some ladies in town yesterday and asked them if there was something interesting in the area. They immediately directed me to Miss Laurel’s Cinnamon Bookshop. They’re proud of you.”

Laurel shrugged and picked up one ribbon from the drawer, unsure of what to do with her hands.

“You said it yourself, the bookshop is a treasure.” 

“That’s not exactly what I said.” He laughed.

“I believe that’s exactly what you said.” Laurel played with the red edges of the ribbon. Anything to keep her hands from trembling. “This place is part of me… and my sweet zone. Is there anything you’d like from it while you’re here? Were you looking for a book? Or is Cinnamon just part of your sightseeing plan?”

Severin tilted his head and chuckled at her.

“Always the business woman, aren’t you? Just when I thought you were enjoying my company.” He placed a hand on his heart and sighed in an over the top way.

“There’s no reason I can’t mix business and pleasure.” Laurel squeezed the edges of the ribbon. Her fingers were quaking. “I’m here to assist you in any way I can.”

“Oh yes?” He followed the moves of her hand and the mess she was making out of the ribbon’s knot. “Miss Laurel, I’m sure you’d be excellent at serving… oh, I’m sorry, I meant assistance. After all, since I’m here, may I ask if you have a book on love potions?”

That caught Laurel off guard and a frown creased her forehead. She picked up her laptop and pretended to lean in and check the database.

“That’s an unusual request…” The lie came off naturally off her lips. Ever since she started this business, Laurel had met all sorts of clients. The high season brought the occasional wave of the hippie, New Age and spiritual crowd. Cinnamon’s Esoteric and Occult section was full to the brim. She didn’t need to check to know what they had in store… but Laurel wouldn’t trust that guy with an actual love potion book.

Why would he need it, anyway? His mere presence was intoxicating enough… or was it just the way he affected her?

“You don’t look too surprised.” He walked over to the first bookshelf nearby and picked up a book at random, without even looking at the title. Severin ran his fingers down the front cover. His gesture was shockingly similar to what Laurel had done earlier when she gave the enchanted book to Mark. “You aren’t easy to shock, are you, Laurel?”

She stopped pretending to be searching for the book and looked up at him. He was standing there, caressing the book as if it was the skin of a lover and his wicked little grin grew wider.

“I’m sorry but you’re out of luck, Severin. We’re all out of our magic books and merchandising. It’s Halloween, people have been buying them like hot cakes.”

That was the exact reason Corwin and her had stocked up on Halloween-themed goodies but the stranger didn’t have to know it. He was a magnet for her lady parts but she didn’t trust him even for a minute. The sooner he left town the easier she’d breathe.

“Really? Well, that’s a shame…” If that disappointed him it didn’t show. If he kept stroking the book in his hands, the poor thing would have to sue him for sexual harassment. Did he touch women that way, too? “I’m sure I can find something here that would satisfy my needs.”

Laurel shifted in her place with discomfort. All that sexual tension in the air made her crave touch. If he ordered her to bend over the counter she’d have to say no… and she found it very difficult to say so.

“You’re always welcome to come back and spend as much time as you wish in Cinnamon Bookshop.” She said with a fake smile and an insincere voice. If Severin visited them again and again, Laurel had no idea how she’d control herself. Her willpower was strong, but he was unlike anyone she ever met before.

Who knew how long it would take for him to overpower her and turn her into his obedient plaything? In that moment she was more than grateful for Corwin’s presence. If it weren’t for him, she could be really easy to capture.

The melancholy touched Severin’s cold eyes when he spoke again. “I really wish I could do that but it won’t be possible. I’m leaving this town first thing in the morning and I have no idea where the autumn wind will carry me.”

Laurel crossed her arms before her chest. She had to sigh with relief at these words. Why did they fill her with such a strange disappointment and anxiety? Did she really want him to stay and interfere with their peaceful life?

Corwin and her were fine and didn’t need that strange guy to be messing around with them. Strange guilt stabbed her in the chest as she thought of her pet.

He deserved her loyalty.

“It’s a pity you can’t stay here longer but it might be for the best.” She said and hurried to add, “This town is not a suitable place for a person who dislikes comfort zones. You’ll find it incredibly boring only after a week.”

He laughed again, and it was the same beautiful laughter, a little midnight spell. Laurel thought his carefree laughter was a sound she could never get tired of. What an odd thought.

She wanted him gone.

Didn’t she?

“You think I can ever get bored when there’s a woman like you around?” Severin leaned against the counter and brushed his thumb against her cheek. The unexpected intimacy of that gesture, its strange tenderness crushed all the reasons why Severin was bad news and had to leave. Laurel didn’t push him away, she didn’t fight or tell him he was crossing the line. None of those reasonable, normal things.

Instead, she got lost in the endless blue of his eyes and let his red seduction with a taste of blood wrap around her. Laurel leaned in against his palm, so cold against her skin.

“You probably don’t even realize it but…” He raised her hand and kissed it again. “It’s amazing you’re here. They used to burn women like you… and men like your companion.”

 

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Teasing Bites: Blood and Spice(The Witch, The Shifter, The Vampire) – A Forced Seduction

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As soon as Laurel took the disgraceful position of a literal pet, Severin removed the red cloak from her shoulders. She had came all over the slick fabric during her forced climax, so it was too soggy to wear. Her heart felt heavy when her captor stripped her of her last sign of authority and reduced her to a slave of her own desires. There she was, in nothing but skimpy lingerie, on all fours like a proper bitch, with her breasts popping out of the tight corset.

Nothing protected her from her enemy’s eyes and she blushed at the thought he had free access to all her holes. Severin could enjoy the way her clit was throbbing, the slick fluids that smeared her lingerie. He’d play with her as he pleased and she’d not protest.

“You won’t need any of this tonight.” Severin made her raise her head in surprise with his affectionate tone. When she looked up, she realized he had folded her drenched cloak and put it aside. His long, cold fingers undid the laces of her corset in a slow, soothing pace. Sometimes he stopped to caress her hair or stroke her cheek.

“Enough with the niceties, you monster.” Laurel spat out at him, confused with her reaction to his unexpected tenderness. “Let’s get this over with. I can’t handle more degradation tonight.”

Severin laughed and smacked her exposed ass cheek with his palm. Laurel shrieked out of surprise when he repeated the cracking on her other cheek. Her flesh reddened with his firm, confident strike and she bit her tongue. It’s been too long since her last spanking and that bloodsucker must have sensed how much she loved it.

“You never stop even when you’re defeated, do you?” He slid three fingers in her mouth and pushed them down her throat. She gagged on his hand and drool ran over her chin. “You enjoy humiliation more than you’re ready to admit, princess. I’ll be as rough or as tender as I please with you because, guess what? Your pretty mouth and gorgeous ass are mine tonight… just like your pet… and I plan to enjoy both of you.”

What? Did that fool believe he had any power over Corwin? Corwin who seethed with rage at how that stranger violated his Mistress? His arrogance knew no boundaries.

Laurel narrowed her eyes and bit his fingers, which earned her five consecutive smacks. Each slap sent a wave of heat to her pussy and pushed her deeper in that lustful, obedient state. Severin pulled his hand out of her mouth and used it to slap her across the face. He tainted it with her own spit.

“Dominant women are so much fun to play with.” He chuckled and brushed his thumb down her wounded lips. “We’d better find a more suitable purpose for your mouth, Mistress Laurel. How long has it been since you had a cock in your ass?”

Over the last two centuries, Laurel had seen all of human and supernatural depravity. She had been a sex slave, a brothel girl, a stripper, a dominatrix and believed nothing would shock or make her blush like a virgin. Yet, that simple arrogant question made her face go bright red with embarrassment. The shame doubled when Severin reached out and pushed his thumb in her puckered hole. A groan of discomfort escaped her lips and she wiggled her ass.

“Oh… so tight.” He licked his lips in anticipation and pushed a second finger in her ass. She bit her lips and tried to get used to the rough insertion. “I plan to punish your rear, inside and out, but it looks like you might need a good old fashioned anal training.”

She tried to come up with some witty comeback but Severin never gave her time to respond. He stopped bothering with her corset’s intricate laces, ripped it apart and threw it. Laurel ended up in nothing but her sheer stockings and the thin garter belt that kept them up.

“Sorry about your outfit, pet.” He laughed and grabbed her by the hair with a rough movement. “I’ll leave you a special present to make up for it before I go.”

“You will leave after you’re through with us?” Laurel swallowed and frowned when he dragged her by the hair. Severin used her thick raven tresses as a leash to lead her to the other end of the room.

“Don’t worry, Laurel, I know you’ll miss me.” His laughter boomed across the walls and kindled her wrath to the boiling point. How could she hate someone so much and yet crave for him to fuck her brains out?

Laurel stole a glance at him while he tugged her hair like the reins of a pony girl. It was the first time tonight she had calmed down enough to look at her captor. He wore a white shirt that clung to his body and showed his lean chest and strong shoulders. The tight leather pants stretched across his muscular legs and drew her attention to his crotch. Severin had nothing on Corwin’s impressive physique and would look tiny next to her wolf. Still, his feline grace, fit body, quiet step and the confident way he handled her made her pussy throb for him.

She longed to cut his throat open and watch him take his last breath. First, he had to screw her in any way he pleased. Hurt her. Make her scream. Why deny how much she craved her own degradation? It’d be easier to enjoy the ride.

“Good girl. I see you’re learning your place.” He stroked her hair once they got to the spot where she had chained Corwin. Her wolf was panting and staring down at them with a ferocious look. Thick hair covered his giant body, but he was far from his full werewolf form. His fallen Mistress tried to give him an apologetic smile but Corwin didn’t react. The bestial fury and the lust in his glowing eyes had always turned her on, but it was different tonight.

“Now, Corwin…” Severin turned with a mocking voice to the chained werewolf. “I have no intention to make your Mistress my own. She’ll be a lot of work to handle. I’d have to keep her tied to the bed at all times and make sure her cunt is always sopping wet. Not that it would be bad…”

“You know he doesn’t understand a word you’re saying, don’t you?” She confirmed her words by hissing at him. “He’s closer to a wolf than a man. Stop mocking him.”

Severin snorted and smacked her rump once more. It was a harder slap, and she was sure it had left a hand print on her ass.

“See what I mean? She is a sassy little thing even when she’s horny. Such a bad girl… Her mouth needs a proper punishment, don’t you think, Corwin?”

Laurel was about to snap at him for being all bark and no bite when he grabbed her by the hair. His free hand pinched her nose until it forced her to open her mouth. Severin flattened his palm against the back of her neck and forced Corwin’s shaft between her lips.

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Cover Reveal – Blood and Spice (The Witch, The Shifter, The Vampire) A Dark Halloween Romance

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Title: Blood and Spice (The Witch, The Shifter, The Vampire)
Author: Lilah E. Noir
Genre: Dark Romance, Paranormal Romance, M/f/m menage
Release Date: November 28, 2019

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Two powerful men. One conflicted woman. A dark night of submission and taboo, decadent pleasure and sweet agony.  
 
WARNING! This book is intended for mature audiences. It’s a paranormal love story with a lot of steam and hot scenes as well as situations of power exchange featuring a sexy dominant witch who gets to explore her submissive side, her werewolf pet and a mysterious stranger with sharp fangs who pushes them past their limits. It’s a short read – one night stand of sexy literature.

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Laurel only realized they weren’t alone when the velvet voice caressed her ear and two hands squeezed her shoulders in an iron grip. Corwin’s eyes widened, and he yelled at her to watch out but he was bound and helpless.
“Are you sure about that, pet?” The stranger whispered next to her neck. A rush of panic went through her when something cold and sharp pressed against her skin. “The tables are turning, Laurel. Tonight you’ll taste our whips… and so much more. Happy Halloween.”

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Promotional Post: Morgan by Nia Farrell and Claire Marta

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Today I have two guests on my blog. Nia Farrell (you probably know from her previous appearances on my blog) joined forces with Claire Marta for that paranormal romance series about two shifters and their mate.

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When grad student Morgan Leviss chose sexual surrogacy for her thesis, she never expected to become one. Now she’s tasked with turning two reclusive men into social creatures. Zac Blackstone and Aiden Goldman are nothing like what she expects. Handsome and charming, they’re a puzzle she finds intriguing.

Zac and Aiden have known each other for over two hundred years.  Part of a cadre of shifters, they’re on a mission to mate and procreate. Powerful warriors for centuries, they lack the social skills and sexual experience needed to attract a partner. When a beautiful redhead comes into their life to teach them, they discover new hope.

Bound by secrecy, the men can’t tell her who they really are. What they are. Increasingly drawn to Morgan, they begin to recognize her as their fated female.  Convincing her that she’s theirs may be as hard as keeping her alive when danger appears from the shadows.

Morgan is the first in the Guarded Hearts Series of erotic paranormal romances, a MFM ménage deftly penned as subtle romantic comedy with a heat level that’s off the charts. Written for Ages 18+.

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Morgan was speechless.  When scholarly, bespectacled Emmett had escorted her upstairs tonight, she never expected to be met at the door by two very naked and extremely well-endowed men.

Holy.  Shit.

Tonight’s session was supposed to be about discovery. Shedding clothes, honestly evaluating your body, discovering hidden strengths, discussing doubts, and finding ways to work through them.

These guys seemed to be doing just fine.

She picked her jaw up from the floor and forced her feet to move forward from where she’d been frozen in place, stunned by the sight of them.  Zac might be older, but dear Lord, he was perfection, from the manscaped hair on his chest to the Adonis belt pointing the way to the promised land.  Aiden could be a cover model, with his chest shaved and lightly oiled muscles gleaming in the glow of dozens of lit candles that were scattered around the room.

Jesus, take me now.

“Good evening, Morgan,” Aiden greeted her, his voice slightly roughened. “We have prepared ourselves for this evening as required for this session.”

They were both staring at her expectantly.

Leaving her coat and bag on her normal chair, she ran her palms nervously down her sides. “Yes.” She cleared her throat. “I can see that.”

They moved to stand beside the sofa.  She sank into the recliner facing them.  They looked so at ease with their nudity. As if it didn’t bother either of them that they were buck naked in front of each other. Morgan was having a hard time keeping her mind on track. An insidious little whisper in her head kept telling her to skip sessions. It was accompanied by images of sweating, thrusting bodies.

“Is something wrong?” Zac inquired when the silence stretched. “You seem… uncomfortable.”

GHS1-4A Panting XXXMorgan blinked. “No. No. It’s just not how I planned it.  I thought that we would talk first before you stripped. I wanted to discuss how you feel about your bodies and what you think are your individual strengths and weaknesses.”

“I don’t like my toes,” Zac said, squinting down at them.  “They seem too…, I don’t know.  Gnarly?  Other than that, I am pleased with this vessel.  It is that of a well-made, mature man who can handle whatever life brings him.  Aiden tried to talk me into shaving my chest, but I read that some women find the tactile sensation of chest hair to be pleasing. What do you think about furbabies?”

Morgan forgot to breathe for a second. Furbabies? Was this leading into some Furries kink where everyone dressed up as cute animals? She couldn’t imagine either man dressed up in a bunny suit but she didn’t yet know their sexual tastes. After the spanking incident, anything was possible.

“I… um, like men with chest hair,” she admitted. “And you’re right.  Some women do enjoy the sensation, especially against sensitive parts of their bodies.  Your scruff…”

Zac arched a questioning brow.

Morgan felt her cheeks warm ten degrees.  “Yes,” she croaked, wondering how in the hell she was going to talk herself out of this one.  She’d been imagining how it would feel against her skin while she rode his mouth.  “A soft beard can be very stimulating.  An abrasive, prickly beard can hurt to the point of turning someone off, whether it’s kissing or oral stimulation.”

“Like cunnilingus?” Aiden asked.

“And fellatio,” she stated, her gaze caroming between the two of them.  “When two men have a relationship with each other.”

“We wouldn’t know,” Zac told her.  “We’ve never been with a woman to find out. Soon, though, we hope.  We have been watching threesomes in porn to see how these things work.”

They wanted a threesome?

Oh.  My.  God.

Morgan’s thighs clenched together, her body reacting to the thought of having both of them between her legs.  Christ.  It was hard to not be aroused.

She had two naked virgins, eager for their first sexual experiences.  This was supposed to be one on one when the time came, and they were already planning a threesome.  Could she handle both of them?  Should she even try?

Reality couldn’t be as good as the wet dreams she’d been having.  Most mornings, she woke up needy and desperate and grateful for her roommate’s foresight to buy batteries ahead.

Who needed BOB when she could have Loki and Thor?

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 A native Brit, I live in Italy with my husband and daughter. When I am not writing and drinking copious amounts of tea, I enjoy taking photos of my adoptive country, trying to stay fit with running, reading amazing books, and being a stay-at-home mother.

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International Best-Selling Author Nia Farrell is a four-times Golden Flogger Finalist and a founding member of the Wicked Pens.  Dubbed “The Queen of Steam,” she writes hot sex and happy endings in multiple genres and subgenres, including BDSM, ménage (MFM and MMF), MM, reverse harem, paranormal, MC, romantic intrigue, and Mafia.  Regardless of genres, ultimately, her books are about the healing power of love.

Nia writes erotic romance as Nia Farrell, historical romance as Erinn Ellender Quinn, and erotica/romantic comedy as Ree L. Diehl.  Her three pen names share a webpage at http://niafarrell.wordpress.com, where you can see tantalizing teasers and read steamy excerpts.  As one reviewer puts it, “If you love sensual, emotional and powerful romance with a definite D/s dynamic, you should be reading Author Nia Farrell.”

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Teasing Bites: Christmas Dinner Invitation – Malt & Ginger (Midnight Encounters Vol. I)

This is a little teaser from my current work in progress, to be released in 2020. Feel free to comment if you like it. The cover is temporary and the teaser isn’t edited. 

Warning: F/f, Domme/sub, BDSM.

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Hey, Audrey?” David called after me while I was putting on my coat and scarf. “Look, I know it might seem too soon but you mentioned you’d be alone at Christmas. Samantha and I are throwing a little Christmas dinner. It would be us and a few more friends. Feel free to join us.”

Tears began to burn behind my eyes and before I could stop myself I reached out and hugged him. It was a friendly, quick embrace but it filled me with a lot of warmth.

Thank you…” I said when I pulled away from him. “That would be lovely. I… I know that contradicts everything I told you earlier but I suspect I may have a date then.”

David chuckled and put on his own heavy leather jacket.

I knew it there must have been a reason for the change in your looks.” He said with a smile.

Um… yeah.” I chewed on the inside of my lips. Telling about my strange new affair felt surreal. Part of me still had a hard time believing that any of what happened last night and that morning wasn’t a fantasy. “I… it is very new and I don’t know where this is going. I’m not even sure if we’ll last a long time. It…”

Audrey, it’s fine.” He interrupted me with a gentle voice. “You don’t owe me an explanation. Just look out for yourself and stay safe. If by any chance your date doesn’t happen…”

David put down his backpack, took out a notepad and a pen and scribbled a number and his name on the yellow paper. His handwriting was pretty neat and he left blue marks on the paper with confident strikes. He handed me the piece of paper with a smile.

Feel free to call. We can come to pick you up and you’re more than welcome to join us.”

I ran fingers down the paper with a smile, with a fast beating heart and tears of gratitude nearly rolling down my cheeks.

It’s been a while since someone gave me their phone number on actual sheet of paper.” My voice broke when I tried to make a joke out of it.

I’m old-fashioned like that.” David shrugged. “It leaves you the option not to call if you’re too nervous to say no. Don’t feel pressured to give me your contacts.

Instead of responding I fished my own phone out of the pocket of my coat and hurried to dial his number.

Teasing Bites: Self-Love Instructions – Malt & Ginger (Midnight Encounters Vol. I)

This is a little teaser from my current work in progress, to be released in 2020. Feel free to comment if you like it. The cover is temporary and the teaser isn’t edited. 

Warning: F/f, Domme/sub, BDSM.

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Olivia didn’t show any surprise. That purring seduction returned to her voice when she spoke the next words.

Let’s see how submissive you are. I want you to do as I say, no questions asked. You’re going to play with yourself and you’ll come for me like a good girl.”

Olivia, it’s late, I’m going to be late for work.” I protested weakly.

No, you won’t. It’s only six thirty, you have time for an orgasm before work. You shouldn’t spend a day without pleasuring yourself.” She scolded me gently. “No more back talking, miss. Do as you’re told. What are you wearing?”

My head was spinning. First semi-public sex, first phone sex. I wouldn’t be surprised if by tomorrow I found myself in the middle of my first orgy with the pace we were moving in. Blush remained on my face as I answered her question.

Pjs, tights and one T-shirt… It’s really cold and…”

I imagined her flicking her wrist as she cut me off with her authoritative voice.

Lay down on your bed and remove your bottoms. Leave your phone on speaker.” Olivia ordered and that’s exactly what I did. I went back to bed and shivered when the room air brushed my naked pussy. It was much warmer than yesterday but still not enough so I’d be walking around in my birthday suit. That red heat on my face was slowly spreading down through my body and soon the warmth wouldn’t be a problem.

Did you do as I say, kitten?” Olivia interrupted my musing. It must have been my imagination but she sounded more hasty, with that same dark lust from yesterday.

Yes, Olivia…” I responded. How would she react if she could see me? Would I still turn her on?

Good girl. Now spread your legs nice and wide. You can put a pillow under your butt.” She purred in my ear and I obeyed, in a state of complete trance. I felt the wetness all over my folds, slick and fluid. “Close your eyes and relax, let your body warm up. You’re safe, you have enough time for a little simple pleasure. Run your hands down your body. Slowly… Take your time. Don’t touch your pussy yet. Slide your fingertips down your inner thighs, through your pubic hair but don’t touch your clit.”

Her voice and the darkness that enveloped me when I closed my eyes were enough to help sensuality take control. A gentle moan was echoing through the room while my skin was getting hotter. I was fondling my own body and tried to imagine these were the hands of a lover who worships every part of me. Never had I realized how enticing it might be to tease myself just with the fingertips and what a turn on it was to deny myself. All I wanted was to press my thumb at that sweet, sensitive spot, in the velvet darkness of my own cunt… but Olivia hadn’t given her permission.

How do you feel, pet?” She drawled in that lazy, sexy purr. “I wish I was there so I could watch you play with yourself.”

Strange… Hot… I… Please, let me touch my pussy.” A slow burning pleasure was simmering deep inside me, between my wet thighs. Even my pubic hair felt as soft as silk while I was threading fingers through it.

Not yet, little one.” Olivia hissed in my ear. “You should know that I own you… I own your orgasms and if I want to give you one, you won’t deny me. You’re not allowed to touch yourself unless I say so, do you understand?”

Yes, Olivia…” I cried out, parted my legs wider and pushed my waist up. That shameful spicy taste was filling my nostrils again. “Oh please…”

Lick your fingers.” She ordered with a cold voice. “Trace your tongue along them and imagine you’re about to taste my skin. Savor it… and don’t stop touching yourself.

How could I possibly stop? Her quiet, specific orders with that purring voice of a goddess did something to me. Every touch against my skin felt so sensual as if I was getting to know myself for the first time. The heated center between my legs, with its soaked ginger curls and throbbing little clit, was calling me and begging for a relief.

Arch your back.” Olivia kept torturing me with her sultry whisper. “Imagine that I’m there in the corner of your room. I’m sitting on a chair and sipping a drink while I watch you dance for me on your back. Show me how you feel with the thrust of your hips, with how you sway that waist… Yes, good girl, moan for me.”

I hadn’t realized how loud I had been moaning until she said it. Her image was burning bright and clear behind my closed eyelids. Olivia watched my every movement and soaked my arousal, my despair, hidden behind an enigmatic smile. I pressed my cheek against the soft pillow and raised my hips. Soft groans of anguish and lust were escaping my lips.

Release your mind, little one. There is no one else in the world but the two of us… you do want to please your Mistress with the dance of your wet thighs, don’t you? You want to show me how obedient you can be?” That quiet intensity returned to her voice.

Yes, oh, yes… my Mistress… please…” My fingers were shaking while I was caressing my body and reveling in its softness. Their tips were circling around my plump pussy lips. It took all my will power not to press them to my throbbing clit. How would she know?

Just a little breach of her rules…

No.

Are you warm, pet? Is your spicy little cunt wet and ready?” She teased. I hated and worshiped her in that moment.

I’m burning, Olivia… Please, I…”

Say it… Beg for it. Don’t just whisper like a scared little girl.” Her words attacked me like a vicious arrows of fire. When they touched my heated skin they didn’t hurt me but set out new explosions of pure pleasure. I was biting my lips and tried not to imagine myself on the outside. Wet, with spread legs, swaying my hips like a whore, in heat as if I was a bitch in spring.

Teasing Bites: Getting To Know David – Malt & Ginger (Midnight Encounters Vol. I)

This is a little teaser from my current work in progress, to be released in 2020. Feel free to comment if you like it. The cover is temporary and the teaser isn’t edited. 

Warning: F/f, Domme/sub, BDSM.

AUDREY

So… um… You’ve worked here for a while, haven’t you?” I released my hands and placed them behind my back. “Do you always work on Christmas?”

His eyes were even darker when he looked up at me and the nervous tapping of his pen against the paper grew more frequent and intense. I swallowed and squeezed my poor hands harder. Fuck.

No, I’ve only been working in here for a little more than a year. Lily hired me because she needed someone to help with the Halloween bake sale.” He shrugged casually but his dark gaze kept studying me with the intensity of a wolf lurking after its weak prey. What was I thinking? Those girls at the office were a much safer option. “She wasn’t convinced I’d be a good fit and yet… here we are.”

Great. What the hell was I supposed to say now? All the safe small talk topics ran out of my mind.

I guess it saves you a lot when you don’t have to do much shopping on the holidays, right?” I let out a nervous laughter and cringed at how awkward it sounded. “Um… I mean, this is the first time I work on the holidays and…”

David dropped the pen and crossed arms over the Two Ladies apron. It looked quite ridiculous on his bulging chest.

All right, Red, what the hell is going on here?” A growl crept into his voice.

Well, that was unexpected. I blinked like a broken neon sign for a few second and squeezed my wrist harder. Fuck, Olivia, what did you get me into?

I’m not sure what you mean, I…”

Oh please, little girl.” He rolled his eyes at me. “Don’t try to play innocent with me. Why do you take such an interest all of a sudden?”

The bagel I ate this morning felt very heavy in my stomach. Red dots were dancing before my yes and I had to apply all my weight so I wouldn’t run away to the bathroom.

I… I’m sorry, I was trying to be friendly and… I’ll go away. Sorry if I insulted you somehow…”

He interrupted me with a raised hand and his expression softened a little.

Hey, relax, I’m not going to eat you.” David tried a reassuring smile. “Calm down and try to breathe, okay? That’s what I’m talking about. Every time we’re in the same room you act like a scared rabbit. You never look me in the eye and you hurry to run away as if I’m a serial killer. Now, you suddenly want to talk to me and get all sweet and friendly? Forgive me but I find it weird as fuck. What’s going on?”

I stared at him with shock and exhaled loudly. Was that how I appeared? That whole time I thought I was hiding my intimidation so well. David even noticed me? How was that possible?

I… I didn’t know I looked that way to you.” I swallowed. “Honestly, I didn’t think you noticed me at all or that you knew I existed, I…”

Come on, Audrey.” He smiled at me with something of a warmth but his eyes were still suspicious. “We’re a handful of people in here. Do you really think that you can go by unnoticed? I mean, don’t get me wrong. I get that attitude all the time and I’m kind of used to it. Mothers often pull their children away from me in the supermarket. I saw you were nervous around me and thought I shouldn’t make any trouble for myself in here. I didn’t want to make you more afraid than you already were.

If he felt sad or bitter about it that didn’t show. That suspicious look was simmering in his blue gaze and he had hunched his shoulders. I stood there and watched him with confusion as I recalled the number of times we had interacted. Annoying blush of embarrassment crept on my cheeks again.

I… Oh, I never stopped to think how it may look to you.I said and looked down, still with nails in my palms. “I’m so sorry, David, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad or like you are a threat for me. I just…”

He was silent and looking at me with a mild curiosity. I still wanted to run away and hide in the bathroom until my heart calmed down. That familiar knot of poison ivy would have strangled me if it was real. What was I supposed to say? All the sweet, convenient excuses were running out of my brain. The raw, ugly truth remained and its edges were razor sharp.

I might have been a little afraid of you…” I trembled when I said those words. “You kind of remind me of some people I knew back home but… I didn’t mean to be rude or unfriendly. I’m just not very good with people.”

The black and white tiles on the floor grew so fascinating in that moment of sincerity. His eyes were scanning me and I could feel it even without looking up.

I guess my parents dropped me on my head when I was little and damaged that part that takes care of socializing.” I laughed nervously and scratched my raw palms again. “I… I never had many friends growing up… and I guess I was just trying to get to know you. It didn’t go very well. I’m sorry.”

I heard David’s footsteps and felt his heavy palm on my shoulder. Strange shiver coursed through me but it was so different than these times when Olivia touched me. When I looked up I nearly gasped with shock. He had a warm and kind smile, the last thing I’d expect of him.

Are you always that intense about everything?” He smirked and squeezed my shoulder in a friendly way. “Relax, you haven’t done anything wrong. I’m just suspicious of everyone and everything. Besides, you’re a woman in a big city. I don’t blame you for being afraid, actually. It shows you have a head on your shoulders. And I haven’t been all that friendly either.”

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