This was no stranger ... #PNR #NewRelease #MFRWsteam #MFRWAuthor

Greetings!

For today’s MFRW Steam Hop, I’m sharing a long, juicy excerpt from my new paranormal erotic romance, Hot Spell – the first story in my Elemental Passions series.

Just want to remind you that the book is only 99 cents, until Valentine’s Day...

Blurb

The flames of passion are more than metaphor

Comfortable and at home in nature, Sylvie doesn't mind being alone in the wilderness. But she's not the only being haunting the glades and the trails. The stranger she encounters bathing in the stream near her camp obviously wants her, but refuses to act on his desire. Aidan is cursed with a power he fears will destroy her if they surrender to their passion. Can Sylvie refrain from tempting him?

Excerpt

Her muscles ached from the strenuous hike. Her hair was in knots and a sticky film of perspiration coated her skin. None of that mattered. Peace enfolded her, along with a profound sense of well-being. The breeze whispered to her. The creek babbled and laughed.

Water. A bath. Relaxed, lazy and sated though she was, the notion still held an irresistible appeal. Sylvie checked the remains of the fire to assure herself that there was no chance it would escape the rocks encircling it. Then she dug a towel out of her pack and headed down the forested slope to the creek.

The gurgle of water tumbling over stone grew louder as she approached. The very sound was refreshing. A few feet from the edge, she stripped off her clothes, draping them and her towel over a convenient boulder. She was about to step out of the woods when an unexpected movement caught her eye.

There was something splashing in the creek a bit downstream from where she stood—something…or someone. Sylvie shrank back into the shadow of the trees.

Directly opposite her, the stream rushed over river-polished rocks, flecked with white froth. To her right, though, it widened into a calm pool, black as the sky above. The unexpected noise came from there.

She peered into the night. All she could see at first was a round, furry mass that seemed to float upon the surface. Ripples stirred as a figure rose from the water. At the same time, the half moon climbed above the crest of the trees. Its pale rays revealed the form of a naked man.

Sylvie caught her breath. His back was to her—a gleaming, sculpted expanse that swept down to a narrow waist, then flared into taut buttocks. A curtain of wet hair clung to his neck and shoulders. He took a step forwards, water swirling around his lean thighs. The grace and power revealed by that small motion made Sylvie ache inside. She’d rarely encountered such beauty in a man.

He turned then, and the ache deepened to an agony of want. Sleek skin stretched over his muscled chest and abdomen, strewn with glittering drops of moonlight. He turned his face to the sky and Sylvie caught a glimpse of features that seemed carved from marble—a soaring brow, chiseled jaw, sharp cheekbones and a broad, resolute mouth. The man’s eyes were closed, as though he was praying to the moon.

Then she noticed his hands, clasped below his belly in a firm grip around his erect cock. It reared up from a matted tangle at his groin—hard and smooth as the rest of his body. Her nipples snapped into tight peaks as she watched the stranger knead his rampant flesh. Slowly and deliberately at first, then with a quickening pace, he stroked from the glistening bulb down to the root. His cock grew longer and fatter as he worked it, hand over hand. His full lips drew back and his brow furrowed as the pressure and the pleasure built. He kept his eyes shut.

Sylvie licked her lips. Dampness painted her inner thighs. Her clit tingled and throbbed, crying out to be touched. Her empty pussy hungered to be filled. In a flash of memory, her dream returned—not the details, just the fevered arousal. Her body was on fire again.

She sank to her knees on the mossy ground and plunged her fingers into her wetness. There was no conscious decision—she simply couldn’t help it. Her folds were slippery and burning hot. She cupped her hand, four fingers deep in her cleft while she rubbed the back of her thumb over her clit. Pleasure shuddered through her. The swollen nub was hard as a pebble, so sensitive that she could scarcely bear to touch it. When she backed off, though, it screamed for more stimulation.

With her other hand, she massaged one breast, cradling the lovely weight in her palm. She flicked her nipple, striking sparks, then pinched it with all the force she could muster. Her pussy clenched in response. Waves of sensation fanned out from her center.

A low moan dragged her attention back to the stranger in the stream. His right hand jerked his cock, fast and rough. He was obviously close to coming.

The realization sizzled through her, pushing her to the edge as well. She dug in, mashing her clit against the heel of her hand and rocking back and forth, keeping her eyes on the gorgeous man jacking off barely a dozen feet away.

His biceps corded with tension, his teeth bared in a feral snarl, he clawed his way towards orgasm. Sylvie climbed with him, matching him breath for breath, groan for groan.

Even drugged with lust and poised at the precipice, she noticed a peculiar phenomenon Wisps of steam rose from the pool, twining around the stranger’s taut limbs. Hot spring, she thought as the water churned in a slow boil. The moon lit the mist, painting his flesh with an unearthly glow.

A choked cry escaped him. A pearly fountain of cum arced from his cock and rained down into the pool, hissing as it struck the water. The stranger’s eyes flew open. His gaze found hers, despite the shadows in which she hid.

The sense of recognition shocked her. This was no stranger. Deep in Sylvie’s belly, the last barrier crumbled. Molten pleasure surged through her, drowning rational thought. In its wake came a trembling quiet, a profound peace. For a long while, there was nothing else.

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At the moment, she wanted no one else -- #MFRWsteam #Steampunk #Erotica

Welcome to the MFRW Steam Hop – the place to be if you enjoy sensual and arousing fiction. Once a month, the erotic authors from the Marketing for Romance Writers community come out to play, to share their sexy visions with readers.

My excerpt today comes from my steampunk erotica novel The Pornographer’s Apprentice, Book 1 of my series The Toymakers Guild. (Book 2 will be out before the end of the year!) Here’s the blurb:

She wants to build sex toys... if they'll let her.

In prudish, patriarchal Victorian England, nineteen year old prodigy Gillian Smith finds a secret society dedicated to the erotic arts. She’ll need both her intellect and her physical charms to earn the permanent position she craves.

Inspired by a salacious catalogue found in her deceased uncle’s library, she applies for an apprenticeship with the Toymakers Guild. The Guild fabricates bespoke sexual artifacts for the private pleasure of select clients – an occupation for which Gillian, with her technical abilities and her lascivious temperament, is eminently suited.

The other apprentices, initially skeptical about a female engineer, become enthusiastic supporters once they’ve tested her erotic aptitude. The voluptuous Governing Director, and the dashing French journeyman likewise help expand her carnal repertoire. The final decision, however, rests with the reclusive Master Toymaker, who has been missing for nearly two years.

When an unscrupulous nobleman sets up a competing enterprise, he threatens not only the livelihood of the Guild’s members but their lives as well. Gillian hatches an audacious plan to entrap the villain, save the Guild, and leave the absent Master no choice but to grant her heart’s desire.

If you like steam punk erotica with a kinky feminist bent, you'll love The Pornographer's Apprentice.

 

And get the cold shower ready... here’s a truly searing excerpt!

Gillian remained where Rawlings had set her down, emotionally exhausted and utterly confused. She’d always been proud of her rationality and her practicality. Other young women might be changeable, flighty, swayed by impulse and sentiment, but she, Gillian Smith, was as steady and single-minded as any man. The afternoon’s events had thoroughly shattered her illusions about her own nature. Never would she have believed that she could threaten a man with castration, yet in the heat of rage, she’d not only made the threat but come perilously close to carrying it out.

Then there was her visceral reaction to Rawlings – a rough, common man who lacked even the rudiments of the social graces – the exact opposite of the elegant and cultured Sébastien. His powerful physicality affected her in new ways. The arousal his presence kindled had little resemblance to her playful lust for her fellow apprentices or her kinky yearning for the journeyman. There was no subtlety to this desire. He wanted her. She wanted him. There was nothing more to be said.

She knew she’d surrender the instant he returned. He’d walk into the stables and scatter her pretensions to the four winds.

Where was he, though? He’d been gone for a half hour, easily. Was the prisoner giving him trouble? Or had he been mocking her, bringing her to the edge then leaving her dangling? Was he watching now, chuckling at the way he’d duped the hungry little lass from the big house?

“Jill.”

His voice was so soft that if the horses had not been still, she would not have heard him. He must have entered from the carriage house. He stood in the shadows, untouched by the rays of the waning sun.

She bolted to her feet and ran into his burly arms, glorying in the strength she found there. Without the slightest hesitation, he ran his hands over her body in the most brazen and familiar way imaginable. He didn’t ask permission. He knew none was required. She offered him all of herself and he took it as his due.

In no time, it seemed, he’d peeled off her lab coat and tossed it away. He pawed her naked breasts and squeezed her buttocks with obvious delight. Every few minutes, he recaptured her mouth in one of his fierce, unsophisticated kisses. When he placed his hand on her head and pressed down, she knew what he wanted. Sinking to her knees in the dirty straw, she addressed herself to the buttons of his homespun trousers.

He wore no undergarments. No sooner had she undone his flies than his cock sprang out, thick and meaty as some country sausage. The veined trunk strained toward her, the slick ruddy knob stretching his foreskin taut. She breathed in the intoxicating, unwashed smell that emanated from the wiry tangles at the root. Saliva gathered in her mouth as she stared at the glorious, intimidating evidence of his lust.

She didn’t hesitate. Quite the contrary, she lunged forward, engulfing him, trying to accommodate his entire unbelievable length. In truth, she could not take in more than half, but his groan told her he was happy with that, at least for the moment. As he started to move, she struggled to open wider and accept more. For a while he acceded to her futile attempts. Then he wove his fingers into her hair and held her in place while he pushed into her throat, deeper and deeper with each penetration.

Gillian started to choke. Rawlings backed off, long enough for her to suck new air into her lungs, then resumed his relentless thrusting. He tasted strange, earthy and bitter. She didn’t mind, not in the least. All her senses combined to drive her into a state of feverish arousal. The rigid heat of his invading prick, the pressure of his fingers against her scalp, his rhythmic grunts as he ravaged her mouth, the straw pricking her shins, the warm stink of the horses, the faint hoot of a train in the distance – every sensation brought her closer to cataclysmic release.

Little by little, she adapted to his vigorous incursions. Finally, she managed to swallow him to the very root. He stilled. Her nose buried in his fragrant pubic fur, she sucked hard, eager to learn the flavour of his spend. His shaft jerked against her tongue, signalling his imminent crisis. Triumphant, she increased her suction. She wanted to worship his maleness, to drink every drop of his jism, to be nothing more than the receptacle for his lust.

Instead, he pulled out from her bruised lips and dragged her to her feet. “Nay, lass. This first time, I’ll spend in your cunny.” He twirled her around and draped her face down across a conveniently stored saddle. “Bend over.”

In fact, he didn’t need to say a word. Gillian understood what he wanted, as clearly as if she’d read his mind. She leaned forward, clutching the saddle horn for balance, spread her legs and pushed out her bum. He slid one fat finger into her quim to gauge her wetness and chuckled at her gasp of delight. “In faith, yer a randy wench.”

With one smooth, deliberate stroke, he sheathed himself in her channel. The incredible sense of fullness sent her spinning toward the edge. Backing off a bit, he rammed back in, deeper than before. The force of his thrusts drove her clit against the smooth leather of the saddle. She tumbled into the most powerful spend of her young life.

Pleasure seized her, shook her, tore her limb from limb. For long moments she drifted bodiless, wracked by sharp pangs of delight. When she fluttered back to herself, he was still fucking her with the same delirious power.

She’d never been taken like this before, standing and from behind. Rawlings had total control over her body. His cock angled into her, huge and hard, stretching every fold, stimulating every nerve. She tightened her inner muscles around his shaft, trying to tantalise him with the few tricks she’d learnt, but she couldn’t concentrate. Gripping her hips, he hammered her with a steady fury that testified to his enormous strength. All she could do was hang on and let him ride her.

There was no artifice to his fucking, no technique, nothing but raw, animal lust. Again and again, he buried his prick in her welcoming quim. She’d thought him close to spending when she’d had him in her mouth, but now it seemed he could continue indefinitely.

What if Amelia returned to find her like this? Bent over, spread wide, pinned by the rough cock of Randerley’s gardener? Loving every stroke, wanting nothing more than to be fucked into oblivion? Despite the woman’s salacious nature, Gillian suspected she’d be shocked. Ian, Archie, Sébastien, they were all gentlemen, fitting companions for erotic adventures. But shaggy, uncouth, unlettered Rawlings?

Yet at that moment Gillian wanted no one else.

 

Interested? You find another excerpt, plus full purchase information, on my website:

https://www.lisabetsarai.com/pornographersapprenticebook.html

I hope you’ll visit the other authors participating in today’s blog hop. You won’t be disappointed!

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"Trust me, little one..." #MFRWsteam #BDSMEroticRomance #LustyMonthOfMay

 

Welcome to the Lusty Month of May MFRW Steam Hop!

The Steam Hop is a monthly blog event for those of us who write erotica and erotic romance. Be sure you have a cool drink handy (or maybe a cold shower!) as you follow the links at the end of this post.

Today I’ve got a long, juicy bit from my latest BDSM erotic romance The Understudy: Acts of Submission. Definitely X-rated... but that’s what you’re here for, right?

Let me remind you, by the way, that I’m giving away a $25 bookstore gift certificate this month. Every comment, on any Beyond Romance post, counts as an entry. Join my VIP email list and get five entries!

 

 
Blurb

One look from him and I melt. One word, and I’m on my knees.

When the Berks Hills Summer Playhouse offered me my first real acting job, I never expected to share a stage with theater legend Geoffrey Hart - let alone his bed. Nothing in my education or experience prepared me for the paradoxical pleasures of submission.

Now I’m devoted to my master, for better or worse. According to the rumors, though, Geoff’s heart is taken. Dumped by his long-time sub, he has escaped to the Berkshires to lick his emotional wounds. Geoffrey’s dark games arouse me beyond belief, but I fear I’m just a substitute for the real object of his affections. Am I willing to settle for the role of understudy in this perverse passion play?

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound. It has been revised, expanded and re-edited for this release.

 

X-Rated Excerpt

“Your ass is the color of Maine lobster.” He chuckled. “Does it hurt?”

“Some.” In truth, it felt hot and sore, pulsing like some scarlet lighthouse. Each pang, though, woke echoes in my cunt that balanced the pain.

Geoffrey continued to survey his handiwork, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body, but he didn’t make contact with my hungry skin. Touch me, please! I felt like screaming. But already I knew enough to remain silent.

“I expect that from now on you will be on time.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll try.” Please, please, please—the mantra rang in my mind. But I knew he was once again teaching me patience.

Suddenly he scooped me up in his arms, carried me into the other room and settled me on the bed. I hardly had a moment to appreciate his strength before he released me. I moaned in disappointment.

“Hush! I’ll be with you shortly.” He began to unbutton his shirt.

I watched, holding my breath, as he revealed a muscled chest and flat belly scattered with black curls. Next he unbuckled his belt. It whooshed as he drew it out of his belt loops. From out of nowhere came the thought of that belt laying stinging trails of pain across my bottom.

He heard my gasp and grinned at me. “Not tonight, sweet. Your ass already looks like raw hamburger.” He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down over his lean hips. His cock arched up from his groin, straining toward the ceiling.

Oh, God! Saliva gathered in my mouth. I stared at the fat rod of flesh bobbing up and down each time he moved. I was dying to run my tongue along the veined shaft and across the rosy bulb. He came to stand beside the bed, that sumptuous cock inches from my fingers. I wanted to grab him, squeeze him, stroke him until he showered me with his sticky jism. His eyes stopped me.

“Don’t forget, girl. I’m in charge here.”

“Yes, sir. I know.”

“Good. Now put your hands over your head and grab hold of the bars.” The headboard of the colonial style maple bed featured ranks of vertical wooden spindles.

“Are you going to tie me up?” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Everything was happening so fast. I was driving on the freeway without brakes, my own perverse desires looming up and rushing by as I sped along.

I knew he read the naked desire in my face. He chose not to mock me.

“No. I want to see if you can be still, without being bound. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, wondering if I really could.

“Tonight I just want to use you, to fuck you. To see just what kind of a slut you are.”

He climbed on the bed and nudged my thighs apart with his own. His cock gleamed like a rod of steel. He rubbed the knob back and forth in the slick groove of my pussy. I arched and ground myself against him, the movements waking echoes of his spanking.*

“No!” He clamped his nails around my nipple.

“Ow!”

“I want you to lie still, as if you were bound, or drugged. No squirming around. No trying to come. You’ll come, I promise—I said you deserved a reward—but only when I want you to do so. Do you agree?”

Strange emotion welled up, tightening my chest. I could only nod.

“Trust me, little one. I won’t hurt you. Well, not much. Not more than you can bear. In return, I’ll lead you into a whole new world of pleasure.”

I gripped the wooden bars, watching him smooth a condom over the rampant length of that gorgeous cock. My pussy twitched and wept. I wanted him so badly I was ready to cry. Even more, though, I wanted to show him that I could obey.

Geoffrey positioned himself between my splayed thighs. “Remember, Sarah,” he said. “Be still.” Then he rammed his cock all the way into my cunt in one fierce stroke.

The force drove the breath from my lungs. The fullness made me suck the air back in. If I hadn’t been so wet, he would have torn me apart, but as it was my flesh parted for him as though sliced open.

My pussy clenched reflexively around his invading bulk, but otherwise I managed to avoid moving. His eyes, locked with mine, told me he approved. His hardness pressed against my engorged clit. A climax loomed, then faded away as he kept me there, motionless, pinned to the bed.

He pulled mostly out. My hungry cunt fluttered, empty for an instant. He drove back into me, harder than before. I strained against the bars, struggling not to jerk and writhe as his cock plunged in and out of my cunt like a pile-driver.

God, it felt good! His roughness somehow heightened the pleasure. I was his, to use and abuse. His fuck toy, as he had said. At that moment, that was all I wanted to be.

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I can't wait any longer -- #MFRWsteam #MFRWAuthor #SteamPunk #Erotic

Welcome to the MFRW Steam Hop! Today’s the day when those of us who write erotica and erotic romance come out to play. So grab a cold drink (or maybe have a cold shower close by) and get ready to sizzle.

My excerpt today comes from my pseudo-Victorian steam punk novel The Pornographer’s Apprentice. This is the first book in my series The Toymakers Guild. I’m currently working on the second.

Enjoy! Oh, and I’m giving away a free copy, to one person who leaves a comment. Don’t forget to include an email address (obfuscated is fine) so I can find you if you win!

Blurb

She wants to build sex toys... if they'll let her.

In prudish, patriarchal Victorian England, nineteen year old prodigy Gillian Smith finds a secret society dedicated to the erotic arts. She’ll need both her intellect and her physical charms to earn the permanent position she craves.

Inspired by a salacious catalogue found in her deceased uncle’s library, she applies for an apprenticeship with the Toymakers Guild. The Guild fabricates bespoke sexual artifacts for the private pleasure of select clients – an occupation for which Gillian, with her technical abilities and her lascivious temperament, is eminently suited.

The other apprentices, initially skeptical about a female engineer, become enthusiastic supporters once they’ve tested her erotic aptitude. The voluptuous Governing Director, and the dashing French journeyman likewise help expand her carnal repertoire. The final decision, however, rests with the reclusive Master Toymaker, who has been missing for nearly two years.

When an unscrupulous nobleman sets up a competing enterprise, he threatens not only the livelihood of the Guild’s members but their lives as well. Gillian hatches an audacious plan to entrap the villain, save the Guild, and leave the absent Master no choice but to grant her heart’s desire.

If you like steam punk erotica with a kinky feminist bent, you'll love The Pornographer's Apprentice. 

 

Excerpt

The cottage was built of the same stone as the manor but seemed older, with thick walls and a thatched roof. The sill of the one window was nearly a foot deep. Axe-marked beams outlined a low doorway. There was no bell or knocker on the plank door, just a wrought iron latch. She was about to rap her knuckles against the splintery wood when the door swung open.

Rawlings loomed in the entry way, a burly silhouette against the light from the grate behind him. Ducking his head to get through the door, he stepped into the night, reached for Gillian, and crushed her trembling form against his bare chest. With her nose buried in the curly hair that furred his skin, she breathed him in – grass and earth, smoke and sweat. Lust ripped through her like a forest fire, consuming every thought, every scruple. She would have crumpled to her knees if he had not held her up with one powerful arm. His other hand roamed over her breasts, her hips, her buttocks, exploring her body with possessive confidence that made her pant and moan.

“Jill,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “Ye’re here at last.”

He swung her off her feet and carried her into the stone hut, kicking the door shut behind him. His strength dizzied her. She barely had time to glance around the sparsely furnished interior before he’d deposited her on the thin mattress of an iron bedstead in one corner. Then he stood back, hands on his hips, and gazed at her as though he could hardly believe she was real.

His ragged hair half covered his eyes. The stubble she’d noticed earlier was thicker now, darkening his cheeks and chin and giving him a feral, dangerous look. Naked to the waist, with his swarthy complexion and abundant body hair, he seemed like some mythological creature, half man, half beast.

His lips curled into a smile, revealing surprisingly white, even teeth. “Off with those duds, lass.”

Clumsy with eagerness, she tried to comply. Her buttons resisted the efforts of her shaking fingers. The laces of her overskirt tangled into an intractable knot. The long sleeves of her bodice clung to her arms, refusing to release them. Finally, clawing and tearing at the fabric, she managed to free herself.

His grin stretched wider when he saw she’d left her drawers at home. Exposed and aroused, both proud and ashamed, she huddled on the bed and awaited his next order.

His gaze travelled over her body, lingering on her swollen nipples and her damp cunt fur. Though her cheeks burned with embarrassment, she nevertheless parted her legs to show him the wet folds of her hungry quim. Without comment, he unfastened his trousers and let them fall to the floor. His massive cock sprang free, bouncing merrily. He captured it in his big hand, stroking up and down as his eyes continued to devour her.

Gillian was so aroused it was almost painful. Her clit throbbed. Her breasts ached. Juices dripped from her spread-open sex onto Rawlings’ mattress. “Please,” she whimpered. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Nor I,” replied the giant. In two strides he was by the bed. He reached out to fondle her breasts, squeezing and pinching, then pushed her back onto the mattress. Hovering over her prone form, he grasped her thighs in his huge paws, pulled them wide, and without any further preliminaries, sank his enormous prick into her drenched cleft.

To finally have him inside her was nothing short of glorious. His engorged cock woke exquisite sensations as it slid back and forth across her slick inner walls. Despite his massive size, she felt no pain, only a million shades of delight at being filled and stretched to her utter limit. He began to thrust, pushing deeper than she would have believed possible. She wrapped her legs around his waist so she could ride his incredible hardness, rocking into each stroke, mashing her clit against his rigid shaft. Already she felt the sweet heaviness of a climax gathering in her pelvis.

“Reckon ye missed me, wench,” he grunted. “Ye’re wetter than Aune Head Mire.” Prying her thighs away from his body, he flipped them onto his shoulders and leaned in so that she was nearly bent double. Now Rawlings was totally in control. He seized her ankles and jerked his hips, nailing her with his massive rod. The power of his thrusts drove the breath from her lungs. Gasping for air, moaning with need, she let go completely.

Gillian Smith, engineer, disappeared. There was only Jill, wanton, hungry, shameless, aching and eager to take whatever he gave her. Rawlings’ cock battering her sex, his fingernails digging into her flesh, his harsh breathing and the musky, earth-tinged smell of his body – these were her only realities.

Buy Links

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And I do hope you'll sample some of the other spicy excerpts on offer today!

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Sneak Peek! Another holiday title out Sunday! #MMHolidayRomance #Giveaway #MFRWHooks

 

Welcome to this week’s Marketing for Romance Writers Book Hooks blog hop! We have lots of great romance for you to sample, much of it with a holiday theme. Use the links at the end of this post to visit my fellow MFRW authors who are participating.

I’m excited to announce that I have another release this holiday season. A Kinky Christmas Carol is a modern, LGBTQ riff on Charles Dickens’ classic tale about opening your eyes and recognizing your blessings. However, it has a lot more sex...

I’m giving you a sneak peek today – and giving away a copy of the ebook to one lucky person who leaves a comment! Don’t forget to include your email address in your comment so I can find you!

The ghost of Christmas Future...

Michael dreams of being a slave. His lover Neil has no clue about his dirty desires; Michael’s too ashamed to share his submissive fantasies with his burly, powerful partner. Frustrated and confused, he wonders whether he and Neil really belong together.

Then, on Christmas Eve, Michael receives a visit from a sexy Dom named Thorne Wilder, who claims to be his lover from the future. Thorne shows Michael scenes from a wild life of sexual excess that he claims they'll share if he breaks up with Neil.

Should Michael trust the ghost of Christmas future, or does his true future lie with Neil?

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound with the title Tomorrow’s Gifts. It has been revised and re-edited for this release. 

 

PG Excerpt

(Most of this MM BDSM romance is definitely not PG!)

I woke with a start, not knowing why. Neil had rolled over; he lay on his side of the bed with his back to me. All at once I felt terribly alone.

Golden light filtered up the hallway from the living room. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. Had we forgotten to turn off the Christmas tree? But no, I remembered flipping the switch before we left for the party. Neil was always concerned about the danger of fire.

What was it then? Something out on the street in front of the building, an emergency vehicle or something? Those lights would be red, wouldn’t they?

Trying not to wake Neil, I crawled out of bed and tiptoed barefoot down the hall. The closer I got to the living room, the brighter the light became.

The tree was in fact lit, the multicolored bulbs twinkling in a spiral pattern. Someone had kindled the candles on the mantle, as well. However, these were not the source of the golden glow.

A young man lay sprawled on the sofa – an exceptionally handsome man. His flawless skin was bronzed as if he spent most of his time in the sun. His ragged, honey-colored hair hung down over one eye. He had high cheekbones, a prominent nose, ripe lips with a slightly cruel cast. Despite his fair hair, his eyebrows were dark. They arched gracefully over eyes that held me transfixed – brilliant, wise, all-seeing eyes.

The man wore leather, so supple and tight that it showed every well-sculpted muscle of his powerful body.

This exotic stranger was emitting the strange illumination. The light surrounded him like a halo. When he moved, it ebbed and flowed as though it were alive.

I must be dreaming, I concluded. But who would have believed that I could dream up such a gorgeous guy?

“Good evening, Michael.” His voice was like honey, too, sweet and smooth flowing. It made my mouth water. I realized that I was naked and half-erect. I didn’t care. Wonder and arousal overwhelmed me.

“Um – good evening… Who are you? How do you know my name?”

The stranger swung his long legs off the couch and stood up. The light shimmered around him. My eyes were drawn to the bulge at his groin.

“I’m your lover.”

A stab of guilt shredded my sense of well-being. “Uh – I have a lover. He’s asleep in the other room.”

“I’m your future lover.”

“My future lover?” I felt stupid, parroting him, but I didn’t know what to say.

“I’ve come from the future, to give you a glimpse of your life with me. To help you decide.”

This time I knew what he meant. He was talking about leaving Neil. This was just a guilt dream, based on my musings before I fell asleep.

“You’re not real.”

“Of course I’m real. Touch me.”

 

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“This is a hardware store, after all...” #MFRWsteam #MFRWOrg #Giveaway

Welcome to this month’s MFRW Steam blog hop! I hope you’re in the mood for some hot romance, because we have got a double dose for you today.

My excerpt comes from my genre-bending BDSM erotic romance, The Gazillionaire and the Virgin. Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky (the gazillionaire of the title) is not a woman who lets pleasure interfere with business, but when she meets reclusive genius Theo Moore, she can’t resist his geeky appeal. Though Theo’s knowledge about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience, he is Rachel’s first true Master—and the first man to truly touch her heart.

In this excerpt, Rachel has just discovered Theo’s interest in kink. She has dragged him to the hardware store to purchase “supplies”.

Hope you enjoy it! Leave me a comment and I’ll enter you in a drawing to win an ebook copy in your choice of formats.

Home Depot is bustling at noon on a bright California Sunday. Theo parks in the most sparsely occupied part of the lot, a long way from the door. I don’t chide him. I know he finds this difficult.

Once more I take his arm—partly to reassure him, partly to keep him from trying to escape. Together we wander through the cavernous store, dodging DIY dads with pallets of construction materials and their hordes of rowdy children. Theo cringes when they cross his path. I pull him closer, pressing his arm against the side of my breast.

We halt in the middle of an aisle. The rack in front of us holds a dozen industrial-sized reels of different kinds of rope.

“Here we are, Theo.” I keep my voice even and matter of fact, but my heart is going like a jackhammer and my pussy is awash. “What type of rope do you recommend?”

“Uh… Rachel, do you mean…?” He searches my face, perhaps trying to determine if I’m serious. “I—um—we—”

“Theo, dear. You find sexual bondage exciting, right? You like the idea of tying women up.”

He stares at his athletic shoes, silent with shame.

I hurtle onwards. It’s too late to stop now. “Given your intelligence, I assume you’ve studied the question of what sort of rope is most appropriate. I’d like you to share your knowledge. Which rope should we buy?”

“What?” His head whips up and his hair tumbles into his eyes. “What are you saying, Rachel?”

I can’t tell if his expression shows shock or arousal. Maybe both. I swallow my own nervousness. “I want to buy some rope, so that you can tie me up. Unless you already have supplies at home, of course. Don’t want to waste money. Do you already have the rope we need?”

“No, no—Rachel—no—I’ve never tied anyone up.”

“But you want to, don’t you?” I lower my voice to a near-whisper. “You’d love to bind me tight, so that I can’t move, then fuck me hard. Isn’t that true, Theo?”

We’re in the middle of a crowded home improvement store, surrounded by oblivious vanilla families planning to remodel a bathroom or build a deck. I don’t care. I wrap my arms around his solid frame and pull him against me, rubbing my breasts against his torso. His massive erection prods my belly.

Theo squirms against me. “God, Rachel—you’re going to make me come…”

“Good.” On tiptoe, I flick my tongue over his earlobe then murmur, “I want you to come, inside me. After you’ve trussed me up like the girls in your magazines…”

He surprises me with a hard, wet kiss, right there in the aisle where anyone could see. Meanwhile his hands slide up the backs of my bare thighs, under the starched shirt of his that I’m wearing as a dress, which reaches almost to my knees. My suit was in no condition to appear in public without a thorough cleaning. Of course I don’t have any panties, either—I hadn’t planned to stay with Theo, hadn’t planned any of this, in fact. So unlike me!

I shudder, feeling exposed and vulnerable, when he cups my rear cheeks in his big palms. He parts them, just enough to allow one long finger to slip from behind into my drenched cleft.

My knees buckle but he holds me fast, tight against his chest, still probing my mouth with his tongue while his fingers dabble in my pussy. Real fear flashes through me—what if someone recognizes me, here in the heart of Silicon Valley? —then vanishes as he presses a damp thumb against the pucker of my anus.

God, he wouldn’t! Would he?

He nibbles at the corner of my mouth, then licks along my jaw line to the sensitive spot under my ear, making me squirm. “Nylon solid braid, I think,” he says, his deep, low voice melting me into a puddle of want. “Seven sixteenths of an inch. We’ll need at least forty feet.”

I totter backward when he releases me, grabbing wildly at one of the steel shelves to stop myself from falling. He sniffs his fingers, licks his lips and gives me a grin full of mischief. With his tight jeans and that unruly black hair tumbling into his eyes, he could be a delinquent teenager.

My inner thighs are tacky with pussy juice. My clit’s still buzzing from the casual brush of his fingertip. The sensation of imminent invasion lingers like a ghost around my clenched sphincter. It’s a struggle to breathe normally.

“Not cotton? Or hemp?” I don’t really know much about rope. People at The Ninth Circle tend to favor leather.

“Cotton stretches too much. It’s hard to get the knots out. And although hemp leaves quite lovely marks”—he leers at me like some cartoon villain—“it really needs to be treated before you use it.”

He turns his back on me, ignoring my arousal as he studies the display of multi-colored cord. At least five minutes pass while he examines each of the alternatives with annoying thoroughness. I fight down my frustration. He’s supposed to be the one in charge, after all.

“This one should be good.” Candy cane stripes spiral along the length of the rope he has chosen. “The black would look amazing against your skin, but the diameter’s too small, I’m afraid. It would do too much damage.” A little scowl knits his forehead. “Actually, when you look closely, they don’t have much of a selection here.”

“Well, this is a hardware store, after all, not a sex shop. I’m sure you can order any sort of rope you want, online.”

“And pay three times as much for it, I’ll bet. Excuse me—hello?” He waves at a member of the sales staff. “Can you help us? I want forty feet of number twenty seven.”

The guy in the orange apron spools out the rope, letting it coil on the ground. I swallow the lump that rises in my throat. There’s an awful lot there, or so it seems.

“Here you go. You got something to cut it with?”

“Uh… I hadn’t really thought about that.” All the authority drains from Theo’s voice.

I step into the breech. “We’ll take a pair of those shears.” I point to a rack next to the rope-wound drums.

“Those are really heavy duty, for cutting chain—” the salesperson begins.

“That’s all right. We might need something like that in the future.” I shoot a conspiratorial glance in Theo’s direction, but he’s staring at his shoes again. “You’ll package that and bring it up to the checkout?”

“Sure thing, ma’am. I’ll meet you up there.”

I drag Theo toward the front of the store. He’s silent, distant, not looking at me or at the cute blonde cashier. While she rings up our purchases, he fiddles with the car air fresheners hanging near the register. He doesn’t object when I pull out my credit card. I can see that he’s floundering once again in a swamp of self-doubt.

He does grab the bag though, which I appreciate since it weighs far more than I would have expected. He strides toward his car with those long legs of his, leaving me to hurry after him.

“I’ll drive,” I announce when I catch up. “Give me the keys.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“But you seem upset…”

The alarm beeps and the door locks click open. “Get in, Rachel.”

He focuses on the road, driving with detached precision. I keep quiet, not sure how to handle this latest mood.

We pull into the parking lot behind his condo. He kills the engine then sits stiffly behind the wheel, making no move to get out.

He’s hurting, I can tell. I wish I understood why. I place a tentative hand on his solid bicep. He doesn’t shake it off as I feared he might, but he doesn’t soften either. “Theo? What’s wrong? What did I do now?” Had I offended him by taking charge of the interaction in the store? Somebody had to…

“Nothing—nothing, really. It’s not you, Rachel. It’s me. I just can’t do this.”

“This? You mean the bondage? Of course you can.”

“Honestly, I have no idea how to go about it. I’ve got no knowledge, no experience. All I’ve got is a bunch of kinky porn.”

“And excellent instincts.” I stroke his slightly stubbly cheek and turn his eyes toward me. He looks desolate, lost. “You have to trust those instincts, Theo.” I lean in to brush his obdurate lips with mine. “I do.”

“You’d trust a total amateur like me to tie you up? You’re crazy. I could really hurt you.”

“We’ll go slow. We’ll have a safeword. And we’ve got those humongous shears to cut me free if necessary.”

The faintest hint of a grin tugs at his lips. This time when I bend closer to kiss him, he kisses me back. He cradles my breast as our mouths meld, flicking at the nipple with his thumb. My lust comes roaring back. The vicious pinch he delivers makes me gasp and moan. By the time he releases me, I’ve soaked his shirt, not to mention his car seat.

“You really want this, Dr. Zelinsky.” It’s a statement, not a question. His eyes are diamond-bright, diamond-sharp. He strips me to my essential self.

I nod. “Don’t you, Theo?”

He licks those ripe, sensitive, boyish lips. “More than anything in the world.”

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