Teasing Bites: A Challenge for the Newbie Submissive – 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.

“Do you have any friends here in the city? Someone you can rely on if you fall on hard times or need help?”
Seriously, what was the deal with that woman? The thought of lipstick and wearing high heels became appealing out of the blue. Why did she have to dig so deep in my pathetic social life?
Nancy and Lily were the closest thing I had to actual friends but we still hardly knew each other.
“I… I haven’t had much of a chance to befriend anyone since I moved in…”
“I understand.” Olivia said and I could hear a hint of sadness in her voice. Just when I thought she might let me off the hook she dropped the next bomb. “Today I want you to change that. Try to strike a conversation. You don’t have to become best friends today but you need to start somewhere. That’s an order.”
“But…” I squeaked in a state of total panic. No, no, no, she couldn’t do it to me.
“I have to go, gorgeous. Have a safe trip.” She lowered her voice and damn if that didn’t work on me. “Kitten, if most people were able to see further than the tip of their noses you’d be a very sought after woman. Men and women would kill for the chance to collar you. Make sure you do as you’re told… or you won’t like your punishment.”
The line went dead and I remained in my bed for five minutes, in the sheets, still wet with my morning orgasm.
I wished I’d call her and beg her to make me wear the most uncomfortable stilettos if that meant I didn’t have to try and talk to people.


Promotional Post: Mesmer by Cari Silverwood and Jennifer Bene

This week I have two dark queens on my blog. I’m a huge fan of Cari Silverwood’s Mesmer universe and her Dark Hearts trilogy. She and another big name in the genre, Jennifer Bene, decided to extend that universe with one more dark jewel. The book came out just this Wednesday and I bring it to your attention.
51y8bee3N7L._SY346_.jpg“She wasn’t an angel, but she was his angel.”

Tomik took Hannah like he had a hundred women before her, like any other collectable that his mesmer abilities let him control utterly and completely. He wanted to dress her in wings, make her crawl to him, do things to her body that were worse than sinful… they were nightmarishly obscene.

But Hannah isn’t like any other collectable.

She’s the girl he ran away from, tried to protect… until she called him back.

Now there’s no stopping the darkness inside him, the cravings that demand he keep her all to himself — but that’s against the rules and his mesmer brothers are dangerous. Unpredictable. And how can he keep her safe when all he wants to do is make her scream?

Before love will come pain, blood, and the near destruction of her soul, and his.

“A twisted, upside-down, out-there love story.”

“I could still feel the darkness creeping and crawling through my imagination long after I closed the final page.”

“This is darker than 13 midnights – PITCH BLACK type of dark. There are more bad things than I can even prepare someone for.”

In case you aren’t familiar with the Mesmer Universe? Don’t worry, you’ll get a chance to be acquainted with it at a premium price.
The Dark Hearts trilogy is a carnal and gothic thriller with romance unfurling in the last book. If you don’t know where a disturbing dark romance can go this may not be the book for you.
These are three amazing full length novels and for a limited time you can get them all for only 2.99 – the price of a cup of coffee… and they’ll remain hot. Talk about having your coffee and drinking it too. If you’re a fan of dark eroticism and well crafted characters, don’t miss this deal.

Taken against her will, and yet she agreed, even begged them to do it.
The puzzle sends her into a spin.
She runs, far far away from this impossible evil.
One day, the evil catches up to her.
She was never a dirty girl; she was a fine, upstanding lecturer at a university. Now, she’s a plaything to these collectors and mesmers.
To escape she will need to discover her inner badass, and two VERY bad men.

The silver chains dangled from his hand. Each end bore small silver clamps. I could guess where they were meant to go.

For him. The assumption was astounding. As if I could be still.

Yet as he gripped my left nipple, squashing it flat in preparation for the clamp that he held in the other hand, I watched fascinated. The pain as the jaws met had me squeaking. The second one was worse and I tried to sink my breasts and body into the mattress but didn’t succeed.

“There.” He smiled. “Good.”

Now I throbbed in both pussy and nipples – the sharpness of the pain intermingling and disturbing me. I shut my eyes to sort them out, only to have his cock slide into me. Arching was instinctive but brought the pain to the fore. I went to pluck at the clamps only to have both wrists taken over my head and pinned there.

Mister B. plowed deeper into me, driving me into the pillow, shifting the chain across my breasts. The man above adjusted his grip on my ankles, making my legs spread wider and I heard him grunt as if the view pleased him.

I snapped open my eyes. Exposed to both men’s gazes, held down and made to take this pain, messed horribly with my head. Was this my doing or his?

“What am I doing?” I whispered.

“What are you doing?” That kindly if in-fucking-tense expression tensioned his face. Amused but aroused was my interpretation. No wonder. He was buried in me up to his balls. “You’re being fucked by me, taking my pain because I asked you to. You’re becoming mine, Zorie. Because you want to be. I’m not in your head.”

Wicked Ways,

Cari Silverwood, ©All rights reserved

Interested? Buy The Dark Hearts Trilogy on Amazon for 2.99 – LIMITED OFFER



Zorie is lost, again.
Friends can become enemies and enemies can become friends.

What is a man who declares himself your knight in cracked and bloody armor, when he seems to be leading you to your doom?

Mavros, once known as Mister Black, has vanished.
Zorie and Grimm are in the hands of unscrupulous men.
She will emerge either dead, enslaved, or with revenge in her heart, and a lethal hairpin in her hand to kill those who have hurt the innocent.

Hairpin or bullet, dead is dead.

I couldn’t warn Grimm, couldn’t even be a clever ventriloquist, with my tongue immobilized.

As he fastened the buckle behind me and over my hair, I could see Grimm’s feet arriving, off the side. He said nothing, only crushed the dry leaves underfoot with a crunch.

Barefoot. Men had such big feet.

I had things to tell him, desperately important things. Mostly run!

On display again. Naked. There was nothing I could do. I slumped and waited with the table’s edge pressing under my jaw. I couldn’t keep my head up forever. After this, whatever happened, as long as I wasn’t sliced into ribbons, I vowed to get away.

Hope means life.

If mine ended here, with my blood pooling on the greenhouse floor under my knees…

I gulped. I mustn’t think that.

Einar pulled a white, wrought-iron chain over, scraping the back legs on the pavers and making a screech. Somewhere nearby, Kaage lurked. I felt him. By swiveling my eyeballs, I thought I found him, a dark unmoving figure standing another aisle over.

I curled my toes. Waiting was not fun when fear leered and scampered through your mind.

This chess game? I could wreck this game by wriggling, could topple the pieces off my back, since Einar had deigned not to flatten me with his power.

I had a perverse need to do just that.

Einar’s feet arrived before me.

“You are to have that end of her,” I heard him announce, in that precise yet soft Scandinavian voice. “Kaage will have this end. However, before we begin help me set the pieces.”

The rattle told me the box with the pieces was being moved.


“Stop,” Einar snapped at Grimm. “You know you’re not to talk unless I say. We can alternate placing these, hmmm?”

Wicked Weapon,

Cari Silverwood, ©All rights reserved

Interested? Buy The Dark Hearts Trilogy on Amazon for 2.99 – LIMITED OFFER


51nQ92HvnaL._SY346_What happens when the victim becomes the killer?

Killing isn’t right, but it’s better than the wrong people being dead.
That’s what Zorie tells herself, until the day she makes a mistake and the hunter becomes the hunted.

Maybe love is possible, even with men who can control minds. Maybe it’s time to stop running from Grimm and Mavros.

A risky plan delivers Zorie to the door of her biggest threat yet. There might be a chance of survival, if Mavros can figure out the meaning of true love and Grimm can remember how to be human.

Good people die as easily as bad.

My sobs of frustration were ignored.

As I was jolted back and forth, I stared at the stone before my face, knowing, knowing I shouldn’t… be… so… turned on.

Where was my rage?

Then he shoved and entered me. Scratches were notched on my palms as I slipped. His cock drove in, feeling bigger than the broomstick the mesmers had intended to assault me with. Sliding in until his cock must’ve butted up against the very end of my cunt.

Blood as well as my own exuberant wetness lubricated the repetitive shunting of his cock.

Too hard a thrust and it seemed as if he’d burst out into my body, puncturing me, splitting me. The extra throb made me weep at my helplessness, at my rising desire. Blunt and brutal, he brought lust with his assault. Soon I simply wanted him to go as far as he could.

The chain was wrapped around my neck. He leaned over me, pinning a handful of that chain to the ground beside my head while sinking into a big chunk of my shoulder.

Maximum possession. Nothing I could do except suffer and be fucked. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back.

He took me, rode me mind and body and cunt, dragging his chest over my back, humping me, and tossing my body forward as he slapped into my rear. His fingers roved – clawing my hair, my mouth, taking a second handful of chain. His sweat mingled with mine, we slid and slipped on each other. My palms grew raw and my nails scraped short and ragged from clutching madly at the stone.

Wicked Hunt,

Cari Silverwood, ©All rights reserved

Interested? Buy The Dark Hearts Trilogy on Amazon for 2.99 – LIMITED OFFER


Other books in the Mesmer universe


Beauty and the Beast as it’s never been told.

Riddled with bullets and left to die in Thailand, Wolfe is medivacked to the USA. He survives, recovering from wounds no man should be able to heal. Months later, his perplexed doctor lowers the dosages of his medications and Wolfe begins to change.

His powers awaken.

Kiara, his nurse at the rehabilitation village, thinks she only has to hand him over to Russian intelligence agents to save her parents from punishment. It won’t be that simple. Kiara isn’t safe.

The kidnapper becomes the victim.

When free of drugs Wolfe becomes ferocious and animalistic in his desires and actions.
What if a man who is almost an animal could command you to do anything he wanted? And you couldn’t resist…

Kiara may be taken past the point of survival.

Be careful who you dare to betray.

Wolfe is a spin-off book from the Dark Hearts series. You do not need to read the trilogy. This is a standalone book.

Interested? Buy Wolfe today



It was a mistake to seek him out. Now she’s caught, again.

“Tell me why I should let you go? Give me reasons,”
he says, as he writes upon her naked skin with his calligraphy pen.

While she struggles to remember why she should be free, he will use her and use her, and twist her around his fingers.

He will make her forget her name, her sanity, and how to be a good girl.

Once upon a time, he was nice.

This is not a romance. This is carnal with graphic sex, dark and depraved, and this is a man to fear.

Interested? Buy Used today


And while you’re here why don’t you check out the other queen of the duo? I bring to you the first of the Thalia series by Jennifer Bene. The series is not connected to the Mesmer world but it’s a good way to meet that author, especially if you love dark writing.

41GqQIbUiOL“I’ll break you down. It may take time, but I will.”
“And if I don’t break?”
“You will.”

Taken from work one night, Thalia is thrust into the violent, controlling world of a man she thought had been the security guard for her building, but she quickly learns that this was only a cover to get to her, to take her. As her old life is erased, the guard pushes Thalia to recognize the darker sides of herself, while Thalia endeavors to hold on to who she is.

Trapped alone with her abductor, can Thalia fight to retain her sense of self, or will his small glimpses of kindness cause her to finally submit to him?

‘Security Binds Her’ is a dark, brutal journey that leaves readers breathless and waiting to turn the page to find out if Thalia will break, or be lost forever to the darkness around her.

He laughed as he wiped his mouth on his arm. “You’re going to regret that. Trust me, you’re going to do whatever I tell you to.”

Thalia was on her toes already as she tried to relieve the pain in her wrists, but she jumped when his hand came up her skirt and swiped at her panties. Shuddering when she realized they were damp, unsure when that had even happened. She tried to bring her knees back together, and he chuckled in her ear – his feet between hers, holding her legs open. “Why are you doing this? Why?!” she half-screamed it at him.

“Because, I chose you.” The guard’s voice hummed against her shoulder, and her anger surged forward again. Lifting her heel she tried to bring it down on his foot, but all she could make contact with was a boot, and he was totally unfazed.

His hand instantly tightened in her hair. “Be still. If you try to kick me again I’m going to to take the heels, and I’m not sure you can reach the floor without them. So, unless you want to hang by your wrists, behave.” His words made her shiver, and she felt a whine rise up in her chest. He nudged her heels a little wider and the strain on her wrists grew worse. The guard started to rub her clit through the thin fabric and her hips bucked involuntarily. Groaning, she gritted her teeth, doing her best to use her fear to push back the inklings of sensation he was pulling from her.

“That’s right. I knew you were a slut.”

Security Binds Her,

Jennifer Bene, ©All rights reserved

Interested? Start The Talia Series Today


About the authors

29597659_1896302997111186_5823654464453569071_n (1)Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness, depending on her moods and the amount of time she’s spent staring into the night.

Sign up for the newsletter to get all the sales and new release alerts (and a free welcome book) at http://www.carisilverwood.net/

Facebook: Cari Silverwood
Twitter: @CariSilverwood
Blog: carisilverwood.net/keyboard-fandango—blog

18010673_433153800364850_9094918859854017901_nJennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dangerously sexy and deviously dark romance. From BDSM, to Suspense, Dark Romance, and Thrillers–she writes it all. Always delivering a twisty, spine-tingling journey with the promise of a happily-ever-after.

Don’t miss a release! Sign up for the newsletter to get new book alerts (and a free welcome book) at http://jenniferbene.com/newsletter


Teasing Bites: A Semi-Public Moment of Passion – 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.

I had no time to think too long as she laid her hand between my legs and rubbed my pussy through the thick patch of pubic hair. Luxurious impulses of pleasure unleashed in my clit and I bit my tongue in despair. Oh no, how could I stay silent when her fingertip was playing with the little nub of nerves? My folds were opening up for her while she teased me with smooth, circular movements.

Audrey, Audrey, you sweet thing. You’re so wet… I can’t believe how horny you are.” She tutted while her fingers were circling my clit and teasing it. “Did you get so wet only because of a kiss? Oh, you’d be so much fun to train and play with…”

Tears of effort streamed down my cheeks when Olivia slid her fingers inside my tight cleft. She pushed the veil of hair out of my neck and nibbled its skin gently. I shut my eyes closed and tried not to moan but it was so hard when she was touching me on the inside. Her digits were stretching me and she soon found my clit. The pressure of her thumb on that sensitive spot was pure torture.

You know, I’d never guess you were such a dirty girl… a shy, cute little nymphomaniac…” Olivia was whispering. Her words cut through my heart and brought a wave of heat through my body. She flexed her fingers and opened them in a V-shape while rubbing my clit. “I thought it’d take me ages, that I have to coax your inner slut… and here you are, so wet, so needy, so compliant. You’re a natural, you know it.”

Natural at what, being a whore? That cruel little voice in my head cried out but the pounding pleasure between my thighs silenced it. Olivia pressed her pretty lips at the crook of my neck and licked it with the tip of her tongue. She was leaving her little love bites while her fingers were pumping in and out of my soaked pussy. I didn’t say a word, I didn’t cry out as I longed to but tears were coating my face. Her cruel pleasure and teasing left me writhing with need. If she stopped right then I’d sob so loud everyone in the building would hear me.

She started with soft, gentle thrusts but now she was fucking me with two fingers and digging her nail in my clit.

Yes, don’t hold back, kitten. Get wet for your Mistress.”

Never had I felt such a deep despair that only one person could relieve. Olivia was slowly kindling the fire and once it reached the boiling point she pushed a third finger inside me. She sank her teeth right at my shoulder and this time the pain was throbbing and intense. Such a stark contrast with the warmth of pleasure her hand was evoking. I pressed my forehead to the tiled wall and dug fingers in it, in a state of complete panic. The moan would tear off my lips anytime soon.

Olivia’s vicious bite and her sensual tapping of my clit created a confusing, hormonal mess in my mind. I squeezed her fingers inside my tight walls and arched my spine. That was my desperate way of begging her to get deeper inside me. Horror gripped my heart when she found that sweet and sensitive spot, a rough area so easy to miss, so small and yet unlocking avalanche of pleasure.

She was setting me up for failure. All these sweet love nibbling, harder bites were bad enough. A sliver of pain went through me when her nail caressed my clit. Olivia used that moment to stroke my G-spot harder and sink her teeth in my neck.

A devastating sense of loss shattered me on the inside when I heard my own moans. No, no, she couldn’t stop now. I’d die if she did it to me.

It’s okay, kitten.” That velvet whisper eased the hand of anxiety. She caressed my hair and kissed my lips gently. Her tongue traced the tears on my cheeks. “You can moan, just keep it quiet. I’m not going anywhere.”


Teasing Bites: Their First Kiss – 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.

This week the two heroines of the novel finally share a kiss. Is it hot enough for your taste or more like a lukewarm?

F/f, Domme/sub, BDSM



Olivia was kissing me with the hunger of a she-wolf. She was pulling my hair so hard stings of painful pleasure were coursing through my scalp. Her lips were sweeter than the most decadent chocolate I ever tasted. The light flavor of scotch and its mild bitterness made that delicious sensation even more intense. Olivia’s fingertips were slowly massaging the back of my neck through the veil of hair. She held me in her arms and found pleasure spots on me that I never suspected of.

When she slid her tongue between my wet, open lips her warmth spread through me. I felt her in every fiber of my being, her hunger, her dominance, the way she handled my body like her sexual property. Her teeth were leaving their marks against the sensitive flesh of my lips. I welcomed that rough, intense lust. All I wanted for her was to mark me, leave me a scar that could always remind me of that kiss. I heard my own groan when Olivia bit my tongue and yanked my hair harder.

By the time I was a panting, moaning mess she’d switch to a sweeter, more calm pace. Her cruel grasp would become a soothing massage. Those marks I had left on my own skin were burning beneath her tender touch. Olivia was making love to my lips. She was licking and sucking them as if she wanted to savor me. That warmth even more powerful than alcohol made my blood boil and I felt how I arched.

In that moment I had ceased to be the girl I was and ended up becoming her instrument. That lady of light and shadows, a creature of delicious cruelty, played me like I was her violin. She’d switch between her soft touches, gentle licking and the intense, hungry kisses that nearly drew blood from my tongue.

Olivia said she’d be kissing me all day if she could. Had I ever suspected a kiss could be so perfect I wouldn’t do anything else. I’d be happy if my heart stopped beating while her tongue was exploring my dark crevices and her elegant fingers were fondling my flesh. It would be the best death anyone could wish for and I’d leave the world after knowing pure ecstasy.

Only I could be thinking of death while that beautiful woman was kissing me. I tried to respond to her ardent lips, to match her pace and kiss her back with the same passion. Olivia was the one in charge and her skill quickly overwhelmed me. I was nothing but a putty in her hands in that moment. My nipples were so hard under the scratchy fabric of the sweater and my cotton bra. River was flowing between my thighs and I burned with every little stroke and lick of her soft, luscious lips.

If she had asked me I would do anything for that goddess.


That single word broke the spell and I froze in place. Reality came crashing down on me and the beauty of the kiss melted. Dirty, uninvited memories flooded my mind and shot a pain through my heart.

Olivia must have felt the sudden shift in my mood. I wanted to die when she pulled away and looked at me with concern. Her fingers removed a few pieces of hair that had fallen on my forehead while she had been fucking my mouth with her tongue.

“What’s wrong, Audrey? Are you okay?”

I opened my mouth to respond but I realized I had nothing to say. Her dark eyes were glowing with lust but I could read the concern in them. A light crease went through the forehead but even that didn’t mess with the perfection of her skin.

She could reduce me to a melting, hot mess even without touching me. Now that the memory of her kiss burned on my lips and when my tongue had her teeth on it some unspoken agony began to gnaw in me.

Olivia stared at me with surprise when I placed my hands on her chest and gently pushed her away. I hurried up to my feet before she had the chance to do or say anything.

“I… I’m sorry, would you excuse me? I need a minute… Where is the ladies room?”


Promotional Post: Hill City Heroes Series By Rachel Blake

Rachel Blake is a wife, mother, lover of alpha males and an overall lovely person. She’s also an author of kinky romance series called Hill City Heroes brought to you by Blushing Books. The series focuses on a fire station, dominant firefighters and their strong and sassy counterparts. Rachel is here to introduce you the first two books of the series.


Fire Princess (Hill City Heroes Book 1)


New relationships are always hard, but throw in an arsonist hell bent on killing someone, and they are nearly impossible.

Autumn is a paramedic at a fire station full of dominant men.

Leland is the firefighter determined to keep her safe, whether she likes it or not.

Sparks will fly, and the heat will rise as the two deal with the trials of life-threatening careers and a relationship that is in danger of being extinguished before it can even begin.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains a theme of power exchange.



Beautiful Burn (Hill City Heroes Book 2) 


With tragedy comes change. With change comes new responsibility. For newly appointed Fire Chief Jensen Keetes, change comes in the form of long time co-worker, the sexy, spunky Gwendolyn Carlson.

After years of avoiding her true self, Gwen has decided that enough is enough and jumps into a new relationship with her demanding new boss.

All too soon, their relationship is put to the test when the police arrive at the station in search of the Hill City Arsonist.
 Can Jensen balance being her lover, Dom, and boss? Or will Gwen’s secret push them apart?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy, action-packed romance is book two of the Hill City Heroes series but can be read as a standalone. There are elements of power exchange.




“There is no reason for this to be so hard. He wants you, you want him. Quit pussyfooting around it and go for it already.” The exasperation was evident in Autumn’s voice. “The conversation the two of you had this morning should have been enough to crush any remaining doubt.”

“Why can’t he just snatch me away and make me his?”

“The same reason Autumn enlisted you in her plot to get me to ask her to move in.”

At the confused expressions he continued. “We can’t read your minds. Not to mention, kidnapping charges would not look good on the new fire chiefs record.”

“Nah.” The women waved him off.

“Look, he maybe the Dom, but you hold all the power. Which means, if you want this, you have to make a move.”

“Oh, quit giving him that look. He’s telling you the truth. It only looks like the Dom has all the control, but we subs are a pretty powerful bunch.”

“Prove it.”

Autumn pondered for a second before she snapped her fingers. “It is like a coloring book and crayons. Submissives are the coloring books. They lay out all the lines and boundaries. Dominants are the crayons. They can color that page any way they want as long as they stay within the lines set by the sub.”

“We mostly use red. We really like red.”

“I swear. I am trying to help a girl out here and all you can think about is slapping my ass.”


About the author

91m5YYKdp0L._US230_.jpgI have been writing since high school, but truthfully never thought it would go any further than a few short stories hidden deep within my laptop. It wasn’t until my family moved away from everything we knew that I started writing stories worth sharing. Now, my husband, three kids, our plethora of animals, and I live in the Midwest. When I’m not running around like your stereotypical soccer mom (sans the minivan) I am writing the type of stories I have always secretly treasured. Love stories with a sexy alpha and a strong submissive counterpart.

Follow her here:

Facebook Page – https://www.facebook.com/AuthorRachelBlake
Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/rachelblakeauthor/
Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/author/authorrachelblake
Bookbub – http://tinyurl.com/BookBubRachelBlake
Facebook Spoiler Page – https://www.facebook.com/groups/rblakespoilers/

Teasing Bites: A Name Full Of Expectations – 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, upcoming BDSM, mentions of past emotional abuse.



Audrey tried to cover her bitter little speech with a crooked smile. It was too late. She had revealed her open wound to me, bared her throat and expected me to attack her anytime. A blanket of sadness covered my mind at the thought of how vulnerable she was. I wondered how many times she made herself an easy target for abuse and degradation?
Sadness melted into quiet anger at the thought of anyone mistreating her. She hadn’t said it yet but it was clear it happened enough time in her young life. I guessed that the moment Audrey reacted to Lance’s insults. It was almost like she had expected to be beaten. There was no shock, no surprise or even a slight desire to fight back. Her only defense would be to curl up in a ball in the corner and wait for the blows to stop.

My protective streak was burning in bright red. All I wanted was to have her at my feet and keep her from harm. Mine. That primal feeling was so intense it nearly made me lose my breath. It didn’t care that I hardly knew her. It demanded that I put my brand on the pretty little ginger girl’s skin and curl a collar around her neck.
Her sad words broke me out of that lustful, strange spell.
“It’s like… I know it probably makes no sense to you but I feel like that name is loaded with so much expectation.” She shrugged and picked up her glass again. It was almost empty but Audrey’s pale fingers closed around it for support. “I’m failing them by just existing and breathing. Sorry… I… you don’t have to listen to my personal sob story.”
She was blushing with discomfort and I read the plea in her eyes but also something more.
“You know…” I said with the gentle voice I used while performing aftercare. “I still think the name suits you. You and the other Audrey might have a lot more in common than you ever thought.”
She blew a red curl that fell in front of her eyes and shook her head in dismissal. For someone so shy and reluctant her occasional mild attempts at being bratty were so amusing. That was probably another reason why I ached to have her submission. Punishing her would be a lot of fun.

“Oh? Now you’re just mocking me, Olivia.”
It was the first time she called me by my name and I loved the way she spoke it, in her gentle voice. How would it sound when she was close to orgasm, in throes of passion?
“I’m serious. She was more than a pretty face and slender figure.” I continued and reached out to hold her hand. “Did you know she also survived World War II, lived through hunger and poverty and that cost her ballet career?”
“Oh?” Audrey said. Her fingers were quivering in the embrace of my palm and I felt them heating up between mine. “I had no idea, my mother would usually just focus on her beauty and grace. I’m not sure how her suffering is supposed to make it all better.”
“Well, she reminds me of a certain young woman…” I said and gently released her warm hands.
Strange disappointment went through me when I stopped touching her.


Teasing Bites: Her First Whiskey Tasting – Malt & Ginger (Midnight Encounters Vol. I)

This is an 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.



Oh?” I shrugged and blushed furiously at the thought of undressing for Olivia. Stripping slowly under her appreciative gaze. I imagined her sitting in the corner on a large armchair with her sexy, mysterious smile and a glass of whiskey in hand. She’d follow my every move while I took my clothes off for her viewing pleasure. It would be the most humiliating experience in my life and yet it sounded thrilling to be naked for her.

What is wrong with me? She’s a woman and we only first met?

My body didn’t care for that. Only the sound of her voice made me slip into depraved fantasy lands.

Girls with lips like yours tend to be hedonists.” Now her voiced sounded purring and her eyes grew an even more intense shade of black. “Now, Audrey, allow me to break you in.”

Was she flirting with me? All the signs were there, her focused attention, the hints, the appreciative looks. Yet I couldn’t wrap my mind around it.

Now, the scent and flavor might be too strong for you at first so get used to it. Bring the glass to your nose and breathe in. Close your eyes so you wouldn’t distract yourself.”

Olivia had left her own whiskey and seemed to have forgotten about it. She was studying me with the intensity of a lioness about to pounce on a helpless gazelle. Her voice was lower now and each word she spoke had a husky tone to it.

It shocked me how easy it was to follow her commands, to turn my mind off and let her take charge. I closed my eyes but I was still aware of her movements, her gaze, her tempting words that turned something as trivial as a sip into a titillating experience.

The bourbon was pretty powerful and at first it overwhelmed my senses. The alcohol had the same strong effect as Olivia’s voice and eyes, so intense I couldn’t handle them at once. The scent kept me in place. Once I let the power possess me I began to catch some other nuances like spices and fruity nuances.

Do you like it?”

Y-yes, I think so.” I whispered and asked before I could stop myself. “Would you let me have a sip now, please?”

Such a polite girl.” Olivia laughed. I still kept my eyes closed but I felt her shifting closer to me. The potent combination of bourbon and her own irresistible perfume were making my head dizzy. “You do enjoy being told what to do, don’t you? Now, take a little sip. Don’t gulp or pour it down your throat or you’ll choke and we don’t want that…

I opened my eyes and looked at her in shock. She was close to me and I could feel the heat from her body. At the same time Olivia didn’t attempt to touch or kiss me. Her big eyes were just studying me and the light, mysterious smile danced on her lips.

Take a very small sip. Actually, wet your lips with it and lick them. You’ll get a better sense of the taste before your first real sip and you’ll get used to it.”

She had me under her spell and each little fulfillment of her orders made my body quiver with delight. The amber drops soaked my lips and their flavor sent my senses in overdrive. It was the most intense alcohol I tasted and it burned my skin. Still, it was so delicious I couldn’t resist the taste.

Would it be any different if I drank it from her lips… or if I tasted her after she had taken a sip from her own glass?

Good girl.” She whispered in such a low voice I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly. What an odd thing to say. “Do you like it?”

I… it’s really sweet and mellow but it is also strong. I think there are some spices in it?I was gasping as I spoke and clutched the glass next to my lips.

You have fine taste buds, Audrey… and you haven’t even gotten your first proper sip.” She smiled and reached out, as if to run fingers through my hair. Instead, she pried the glass out of my hands. Oh fuck, her touch was so soft and delicate it made me want to taker those fingers and lick them slowly, one by one.

She curled my hand around the tumbler. “Use only one hand when you hold your glass. Now… take that sip and roll the liquid down your tongue. Don’t swallow just yet. Enjoy the taste.”

Was it normal to be so wet or for my knees to be so weak when Olivia only touched my hand? The first sip was sweet as a first summer kiss on the beach and as intoxicating as making love on a hot night under the light of a super moon, white and growing above two lovers’ bodies. These were the thoughts that ran through my mind when the delicious sip hit my taste buds and swirled between my lips.

I imagined her to be the one who kissed me as the sun caressed our bodies.

Are you enjoying it? Does it taste good?” She asked with that smile of a satisfied devil. Olivia could really be Satan herself sent to tempt me and deprive of my innocence.

If I had any innocence left to give.

I only nodded to her question that vibrated with seduction.

Good. Now you can swallow it. Do it slowly. No matter what you do don’t ever just gulp down the drink. You won’t feel any pleasure and honestly, it’s kind of disrespectful to a fine drink not to savor it.”

She was right, the first swallow wasn’t the most pleasant experience. Not at first. It was burning me on the inside as the drink got inside me. Slowly that mild pain began to turn into pleasure. It was sweet and fiery and I found myself longing for the next sip.

Take your time.” Olivia said, as if she had read the words in my mind. “Your eyes are glowing so I guess that you want more of the same but you shouldn’t rush it. It’s the beginner frenzy. You can easily get drunk even from one glass, especially if you’re not experienced. Have some water.”

Image may contain: 1 person, text

Teasing Bites: Meeting Audrey – Malt & Ginger (Midnight Encounters Vol. I)

This is an 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.




“Hey. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” I tried to convey all the friendliness I had in my voice and smile. The redhead was still staring at me with wide opened eyes with dark pupils. She wrapped her arms around herself and stroked her left wrist with a self-soothing movement. Every pore of her screamed how vulnerable and lost that strange creature was.

A tiny bird that had fallen off the nest and just waits to be devoured. There was something so seductive and yet innocent about her response. Anxiety was swimming in her eyes but she didn’t try to escape or even shift from her place. She was only staring at me with cheeks turning pink and hot under the creepy lights of the parking lot. The stranger gasped for breath and kept stroking her hand. That didn’t seem to give her the calm she was looking for.

Her fear and lost girl charm made my body strangely warm and pulled all my protective streaks. It was hard to see her face in the darkness and I had no idea if I even found her physically attractive. Yet she drew me like a magnet.

All I wanted was to pull her close, wrap my arms around her and whisper in her ear everything would be fine. I’d hold her until she stopped trembling. As soon as she calmed down I’d grab a handful of her messy ginger curls, pull her head back and whisper in her ear if she’d be a good girl for me.

That would be as inappropriate and creepy as it got but that little strange brought up some ancient force deep within me. It was a forceful, dark need to claim her and carve my mark into her pale skin. I longed to take her before some other predator had caught the scent of her innocence and gotten to her.

If the redhead could read minds she’d be running for the hill. I needed to pull myself together and stop fantasizing of the poor frightened girl down on her knees.

“You ran away too fast so I didn’t have the chance to apologize to you. Are you okay? Do you want me to walk you to your car?I wanted to reach out and touch her face but restrained myself. She was jumpy enough as it was.

“I… I don’t have a car.” I just realized these were the first words I heard her speak. It was a low, sound, not louder than the purring of a kitten. The look on her face was so intense and she looked like she struggled speaking. “I got off the wrong floor, I was supposed to press the button for the first floor but I…”

“But my charming coworker made you forget about that, didn’t he?”


Teasing Bites: Diner Musings – Malt & Ginger (Midnight Encounters Vol. I)

This is an 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.


So I was stuck with this little companion of mine, that good old-fashioned bodice ripper, the only spice in my life. Some noble lady or princess or royalty got abducted by a gang of highwaymen and ended up falling insanely in love with their leader. The plot and characters were more than ridiculous but they were good enough to entertain me in between shifts. Reading about a bratty heroine’s antics was the highlight of my day, as sad as it was. Besides, some of the sex scenes made me tingly in all the right places.

Sometimes I had to clench my thighs while the thug was baring the lady’s buttocks to give her a rough, punishing spanking in front of his men. Or when he tugged her hair to whisper inappropriate things in her ear while she was down on her knees. Or when he forced her to come over and over again with his thick shaft inside her and her ass in the air while she screamed how much he hated him. Only one look of his dark, formidable eyes made her melt and made her wet and needy.

These moments made my heart race in my chest as if I had overdosed on caffeine. Heat was rushing down my skin as I imagined myself in her place and wondered what it’d like to be that much of a nymphomaniac. As hot and deeply wrong as those scenes were I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Seriously, who was wet and horny every minute of the day, twenty four seven like those characters? The orgasms were also off the charts. That damned heroine was cumming at the drop of a hat. All that thug had to do was yank her hair and bite her neck and she was ready to go.

Did that ever happen in real life? Had I missed a class about it?

I wasn’t stupid. Of course, I knew it wasn’t meant to be realistic. That was the whole point, it was a fantasy and a ticket to another world of hot and politically inappropriate sex, rough but loving men and daring adventures. A world of orgasms galore, of wet, tight clefts and throbbing shafts, of sensuality so intense it was almost ridiculous. A universe completely divorced from the cold buildings reeking of cabbage, greasy diners and boring sex.

At that point of my life I was convinced that orgasms were just as fictional as everything else in that book. They were nothing but a sham and a myth used so that publishing industry could sell their hot fantasy tickets to sad and lonely girls working three jobs. We all needed our fix to face reality, right?

As if in response to my grim thoughts the diner’s door flung open and a laughing couple walked in. They looked my age, no older than their early twenties, and like they had been clubbing the whole night. Maybe that was even their first “date” as they looked ready to devour each other. Once they settled into the booth, the girl stripped off her heavy coat and remained in a skimpy, mini black dress that showed off her stunning, slender figure. She had a dirty blonde hair, mascara running down her cheeks, smeared red lipstick and multiple piercings on her left ear. The guy had a bad boy vibe, a wolfish grin and a ravenous look in his ice blue eyes. He was tall, with broad shoulders, muscular arms and the onset of a beer gut. Sphinx Waitress approached them to get their order and they told her to bring them whatever.

The girl climbed on his lap and began kissing him with such a hunger as if she’d eat his face. His large hands cupped her ass and slid under the frills of her dress. She was pretty much dry humping him in front of everyone and swaying her hips while he fondled her body. Normally, I pretended not to notice when some couple was getting too handsy or loud in their making out. It was impossible to look away and I felt how my jaw dropped in shock. Quiet, kitten-like sound escaped the girl’s lips while her man was gripping her thighs and keeping them apart.

These two could sure put the book characters to shame. My skin was getting hotter as I watched their dirty kisses and heard their moans. It was hard to see from my position but I was sure he was fingering her under the table. I found myself pressing my thighs together and felt the ache in my clit. Part of me craved to be in her place and get lost to the pleasure. In those brief moments they interrupted their kiss he gazed at her as if she was a delicious desert. His lips moved and I let my imagination fill the blank of his filthy words to her. The girl giggled and pretty much pressed her tits in his face.

She didn’t look like she ever believed orgasms were a sham. Then again, I find myself wondering how much of her behavior was genuine lust instead of an act. Was she doing it that just because he thought it was hot of her to play the ravenous little vixen part? Did she get any pleasure out of it?

Sphinx Waitress put the plate of eggs and bacon and interrupted my internal philosophical ramblings. I got my second shock for the evening when she finally spoke and her voice sounded surprisingly warm, with a honey softness to it.

“That’s Friday night for you. That guy comes here every week with a different girl. Nothing new under the sun.”

Before I could find any answer in my wrecked brain she walked away with her majestic posture of a diner queen and slammed her fist on top of the couple’s table. She warned them to knock it off or she’d throw them out. I shivered on the inside as I expected the dude to get violent but he just shrugged and drawled one Sorry. His Friday night girlfriend climbed off his lap, still giggling, with glassy eyes and makeup all over her face.

They didn’t try to simulate public sex again but they spent the rest of their time in the diner making out. I hurried to bury my head in the book again before they noticed I was ogling them. It wasn’t necessary. The pre-weekend lust had wrapped them in its sticky bubble and they were blind for the rest of the world.

Image may contain: 1 person, text

Cover Reveal: Submissive Lies by Shane Starrett

Cover design: Eris Adderly
𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔… 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑰’𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏. 𝑶𝒓… 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆. 𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝑰’𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑯𝒆’𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕. 𝑯𝒆’𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏… 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒂 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆.
𝑴𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑱𝒆𝒏. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆.
𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒂𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕.
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔… 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔.