Naughty Wife’s Surprise (Naughty Wives 2 series) by Reed James

naughtywives2coverBlurb for ‘Naughty Wife’s Surprise (Naughty Wives 2)’

It’s Friday again, and Frank and Evie are looking to have more naughty fun. Last week, everything changed for the couple. Frank had watched his wife be very naughty with the Black cop, and he learned just how hot it was to watch her with another man. But now its Frank’s turn to have some fun, and he wants to bring another woman into their bed. After last week, Evie’s more than happy to do whatever her husband wants, she’ll even be his slave, and find out just how much naughty fun two wives can get into.

Contains explicit depictions of bondage, cheating, domination, spanking, threesomes, oral sex, anal sex, and wife watching.

The exciting, and very explicit, sequel to ‘Roleplay Gone Wrong’ coming out 5-19, and available for pre-order.


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AuthorPicReed James is a thirty year-old guy living in Tacoma, WA. “I love to write, I find it freeing to immerse myself in a world and tell its stories and then share them with others.” He’s been writing naughty stories since high school, furiously polishing his craft, and finally feels ready to share his fantasies with the world.

“I love writing about women who want to be a little (or a lot) naughty, people expressing their love for each other as physically and kinkily as possible, and women loving other women. Whether it’s a virgin experiencing her/his first time or a long-term couple exploring the bounds of their relationshiops, it will be a hot, erotic story!”

For his day job Reed drives a paratransit shuttle, helping the disabled and senior citizens get around town. “It can be both a rewarding and stressful job in turns.”

Reed can be found:

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Exceprt from Naughty Wife’s Surprise

“The safeword is ‘matrimony’,” Frank said when she answered her phone.

“Okay,” she answered, and a thrill filled her—more bondage!

“Okay, Master,” he snapped.

“Sorry, Master!” she gasped. Pleasure shivered through her body straight down to between her thighs; he sounded so strong, so powerful. She pressed her thighs together; her clit suddenly aching.

There was a sound in the background, like someone sucking on a lollipop.

“In the trunk of your car is an outfit,” Frank continued; his voice grown husky. “You will strip naked right there in the parking garage, and put it on.”

She hesitated. She wasn’t alone in the parking garage, and the thought of some stranger seeing her naked only made the ache between her legs grow. “Yes, Master,” she purred, surrendering control to her husband.

Blue Moon House – Kitten by Angelica Dawson


Jocelyn considers herself sexually experienced, a leader and manipulator. She is looking for the next challenge. The rumors surrounding Blue Moon House sound like just the thing she’s looking for. Losing her roommate to marriage, she also needs a new place to stay. Hoping to find both in the same entity, she follows the rumors to their source and finds much more than she bargained for, beginning with a discovery that defies her biological science background – vampires.



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Daisy brushed Jocelyn’s cheek. She’d hesitated on accepting Bernard’s proposal for the sake of her friend, but Jocelyn had understood the opportunity. It would be so easy for the pair to turn something tawdry into something legitimate, something with permanence. She wanted that for her friend, just not for herself. She would miss Daisy, just as she missed Beryl and Jacob and Jed and…She’d said goodbye to a lot of friends over the years. Jocelyn wasn’t afraid of being alone. She had an endless list of acquaintances to tap for new friendships. She was a little worried about keeping the apartment by herself. Fortunately, she had all summer to find a new place or someone new to share this one.

After effectively killing the mood, Daisy hustled Bernard out. Then she came and pulled Jocelyn up on the settee atop her, running her fingers over Jocelyn’s pale skin. She brushed Jocelyn’s blond hair back from her shoulders to kiss one. “Are you going to tell me any more?” she asked, kissing her way down Jocelyn’s back while her fingers traced lines along ribs and belly.

“I can’t,” Jocelyn admitted, turning to kiss Daisy and play her fingers across the other woman’s chest. “Apparently no one in Blue Moon House is supposed to let anyone outside know about it. I was sworn to secrecy today.”

Daisy let out a sigh of disappointment and pouted prettily. Jocelyn sucked the puffy pink lip into her mouth and grazed her teeth over it, sawing her legs between Daisy’s.

“I met one beautiful woman and saw a fine male specimen as well.”

Daisy laughed. “Do you ever think of us as more than specimens?”

It was Jocelyn’s turn to pout. “You think I don’t care about you?”

Daisy smiled and rubbed her nose along Jocelyn’s. At the same time she shifted her legs so that their pubic bones touched. “I didn’t mean that. I know you care, but you still look at me and see bones and veins and…” Daisy’s face turned sour and she shuddered. That movement rubbed along Jocelyn, her breasts and legs. She groaned very quietly.

“Yes, I do still see all those things. I see breasts where the nerves end right here.” She sucked one of Daisy’s dark nipples into her mouth, biting down lightly. “I know there are pockets of nerve endings all along here.” She ran her fingertips down Daisy’s spine making her arch and gasp. “And we both feel fantastical sensations here.” She shifted her weight, leaning off the settee and back to the other side so that her groin and Daisy’s met completely. She pulled apart the labia, rubbing herself against her friend, feeling how wet they both still were, how hot it made her.

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Angelica Dawson is no stranger to blood sucking hordes. Unfortunately, in her day job as an environmental scientist, they aren’t vampires but black flies and mosquitoes. Angelica is the author of Blue Moon House, a vampire BDSM story. She has also contributed to two anthologies, Campus Sexploits 3 and Serviced Vol. 1.


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A Bride for Seven Brothers #1 & #2 by Maria Garcia

BrideforSEVEN#1and2COVER-1Grumpy smiled the light and shadow of early afternoon playing across his handsome face.
“No, Ruby, I’m telling you I know what it’s like to be adrift and not know it.” He walked on quickening his pace so that Ruby had to practically run to catch up. She wanted to stamp her feet and shout and scream at the top of her voice. Sanctimonious bastard! He was just like her father had been, offering opinions and advice when it was not wanted or needed. Ruby wanted to remain angry but it was tough, particularly when he took off his shirt and grinned at her his sparkling blue eyes sending hot-wired shots of lust through her cunt that now practically hummed with need.
“You are welcome to stay with us as long as you wish but if you are going to live with us you need to earn your keep.”
Ruby wanted to holler and cheer. Oh she’d do that all right. She practically rocked with excitement her mind already at work picturing the hot fucks she would have with these gloriously hunky men and their large fine cocks. She would do her utmost to ensure they remained satisfied. They could fuck her whenever and however; she was up for it!
“So here you go.”
Grumpy handed her a basket then positioned a short ladder against one of the numerous trees.
Confusion cut through the thick weight of desire that had stung her nipples to an unbearable aching tenderness and moistened her pussy to a slick wetness.
Ruby stared at the items then into the devastatingly attractive face of the man before her.
“And what are these for?”
“Ruby, this is our small orchard, Hap uses the apples we grow here to make cider, apple pie, crumble and much more … but the apples must first be plucked from the tree.”

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Author Bio: I began writing literary fiction years ago, officially I have an agent and continue to pursue this line of writing but I got bored: The result, A Bride For Seven Brothers (And no, my agent has no idea of this alter ego as Maria Garcia LOL!) I don’t think she’d mind though!

The idea for Brides started where all the best ideas begin: With Alcohol and What If? The results is Brides#1 that led to Brides#2 and now I’m on Brides#3 hopefully to be published in @3weeks. I hope to end the series for now at least at #5 stories but we will see. Brides is very much an erotic story and this is what drives the storyline but I hope to show that as the naughty tales continue that Ruby and her men provide an entertaining and more satisfying complex mix of sexy and narrative twists.

I didn’t actually expect it to sell. The free promo on Amazon was interesting, over 1,000 downloads in three days. Sales flat lined after this freebie and have now begun to steadily increase. I am always amazed and gratified when someone buys one of the stories.
I love writing and each day I surprise myself with exactly what I write.
Right now the best place to be is with Ruby and her Seven Hunky Guys.

Maria can be found:

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A Bride for Seven Brothers#1 & #2 can be purchased: Amazon

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A Bride For Seven Brothers #1&2

Maria Garcia (Angry Women Series)Ó

The Moral Right Of The Author Is Asserted

(Warning: Sexually Explicit)

A Walk Through The Woods

Ruby showered quickly dressing in jeans and a loose cotton shirt then left the house preferring to take her time on foot rather than use one of the many small trucks that littered the yard.  She turned towards the deep dark woods; not one of her men was about and for the first time ever of this Ruby felt a cool wave of relief.

Walking would give her the time she so desperately needed to gather her thoughts. Here in The Woods surrounded by the cool cover of trees and the call of birdsong Ruby felt closer to Hap. But try as she might she could not understand why he would want to leave his brothers or her. He had seemed so happy. Of all of the brothers he had appeared the most content and grounded. Ruby swallowed a sigh aware that she was once more creeping ever closer to a fit of tears when she had promised herself that she would be strong but the hurt was so raw she could not imagine a time when she would ever heal and get over Hap’s disappearance. And though she’d never admit it to a soul of all the guys he held the tender most spot in her heart and her cunt. It had been Hap who had discovered her some six months ago in this very same deep dark wood. He had been the first of the seven brothers she had given herself to kneeling down amidst the flowers and grass to suck his big beautiful cock.  And unlike the others Happy Hermanos was just as content to speak of woodland plants and exotic mushrooms, as he was to fuck her senseless. Ruby remembered many a frustrating yet sweet night he’d hugged her close while talking her through the intricacies of making the perfect soufflé when all she’d seriously longed for was his hot tongue on her clit working her up to a creamy frenzy.  There was no getting away from it; Hap was different, she loved him, she missed him, she wanted him home where he belonged, deep in the rolling hot swell of her pussy.

Ruby kicked at the grass unable to shake the unease that stole through her heart. In a perverse way she prayed that he had run away; preferring this to the mental image that raced repeatedly through her mind of Hap trapped somewhere alone and afraid.  Of course it was a crazy notion, he was a grown man who’d made his own life choices; that of cutting free and going his own way.  He was safe and well, he had to be but still …

“Mushroom raga with polenta; jambalaya with shrimp; chicken paprika.”

Mrs Hernandez appraised the list in Ruby’s hands seriously impressed. “My you are treating those men well! Grumpy is a very lucky man to be marrying you.”

The old woman declared pushing her thick lenses back up her face and smiling widely. “Now, we just have to find six lovely ladies for the other six boys.”

Mrs Hernandez’s words filled the small village store, resonating deep inside Ruby’s heart.  Ruby kept the polite smile on her lips her fingers tightening into fists with the effort not to loose it. Agreeing to marry Grumpy had opened up a world of contention among her men but she could hardly marry all seven brothers! Legally that could never be so they’d opted for the safest road.  She would marry the oldest: Grumpy. A sound idea until Hap had vanished.  His disappearance seemed to have been the catalyst to her current predicament; ruptures had begun, grown deeper and bleaker with each passing day.

“Now let’s see here …. You’ll need green peppers, paprika obviously, then there’s chicken pieces, mushrooms, Parmesan, cheese …”

“Lotty, it’s fine. I’ll finish up here, you go home.”

Mrs Hernandez looked up from her task. “Are you sure dear?”

Eva Thomas grinned white teeth flashing against tanned skin. “Yes; it’s nearly time to close up anyway, now you go I will see you tomorrow.”

Mrs Hernandez smiled with pleasure taking off her apron and grabbing her purse. “Ok then; maybe I can get home in time to catch that new Telenovela; bueno, hasta mañana carino!”

Ruby stood with Eva at the shop-front window watching the elderly woman walk down the path and head home.

“She is an absolute darling but pretty weak on her feet: I just don’t have the heart to lay her off. She loves chatting to the customers and she’s an absolute fountain of information when it comes to local gossip.” Said Eva her tall agile body reaching up to get cans of produce from the shelves. “Now where were we? Oh okay, so you still need some shrimps, chopped thyme, celery …”

Ruby watched Eva; there was a fluid grace to her movements as her jet black hair swept her tight backside in a way that made Ruby green with envy.

“That’s it.  I think we have it all now.” Brown eyes swept over Ruby as Eva handed the shopping list back. “It’s been a slow day, very few customers; what with the heat and the new big supermarket over at Bider Ford.”

“Are you worried about losing business?”

Eva shrugged a tight smile caressing her full lips.  “A little but the location of my store means that it’s still easier for people to come here than make the long hike into town. I’ll just have to be more astute with my pricing that’s all.”

Eva’s eyes narrowed, as she examined the wary tightness that suddenly consumed Ruby’s sexy face understanding dawning.  “More came?” She whispered.

Ruby biting the undercarriage of her lip nodded, her heart pounding out its own song that spoke of alarm and a growing dread. “It’s always the same, red ink, nasty words …”

“Why won’t you let me see them?” There was a note of deep frustration in Eva’s voice that cut Ruby to the quick.

“I don’t see what difference that would make, you seeing them, but I did keep the most recent one, it came today.”

Eva wordlessly took the scrap of paper; the lurid blood red of the calligraphy seeming to shine ever brighter against the afternoon light that came through the store windows.  “Who ever is doing this is an absolute monster, …” She whispered.

“I think its Mathew.”

“But how can that be.  Your marriage to that man was annulled.  Grumpy and the boys saw to that right?”

“Yes, but you don’t understand.  Mathew Marshall likes to get his way.  He wanted me so he could get my father’s company.”

“But the settlement carved out by Dopey and Sneezy meant that he got a controlling interest in the company, a restoration of the pension rights to the workers and a financial settlement that compensated for the shit he put you through. The company managed to survive and is doing well so … what more can the man want!”

“Me.” Said Ruby simply.

“But this was never about you.”

“Yes it was.  He never loved me, he made that very clear but like I said, Marshall is a man that likes to get his way.  I was part of the package. A trophy he was going to walk around with on his arm.”

Eva’s face reflected both horror and distaste. “Well, that’s just sick.”

“I don’t have the heart to tell the boys.  They have worked so hard to get me away from him and free of all the stuff that Marshall brought … I’m seriously afraid of what they’ll do if they find out he’s started sending these notes.”

“But you have to do something.”

“Yes but I don’t know what …”

“And what about Hap, is there any news?”


“Those brothers still insisting he went off of his own free will?”

“Yes but I can feel it in my heart, Eva.  They are wrong.  The longer he’s away the stronger is my sense that something really bad has happened and try as I might I just can’t shake it.”

“I wish I could do more to help.” Eva’s gaze was pained, the concern in her eyes piercingly strong.”

Ruby sighed a small smile shadowing her ripe lips.  “Being able to talk to you is more than enough.  This is stuff I just can’t say out loud to anyone else.  I feel that I can be my true self with you.”

Ruby paid what she owed and Eva dug her hands in her pocket taking out her keys to lock up but Ruby could wait no longer. Grabbing a fistful of jet hair Ruby pulled Eva to her a delicious shiver racing through her cunt as she kissed Eva with a passion that left her breathless.  Coming up for air Eva nodded with approval her long fingers sneaking beneath Ruby’s shirt to cup her breasts, her voice sultry and full of approval.  “You smell of men and sex.”

Ensuring the store was locked Eva turned her attention back to Ruby a wide hungry light in her brown eyes.

A Bride for Seven Brothers #2 by Maria Garcia

BRIDES#2NEWCOVERThe honeymoon is well and truly over; her seven men are proving troublesome in more ways than Ruby could ever have imagined and to add to her problems Grumpy is considering leaving the farm to return to the city, the twins; Sneezy and Sleepy although quite happy to share argue about exactly who should be on top; Dopey is in counselling for his ‘issues’ and Doc is being a total arse. But Bashful is hornier than ever and desperate to start a family while Hap has abandoned his brothers and Ruby and gone AWOL.  Can one woman really hold it all together and satisfy seven men?


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Author Bio: I began writing literary fiction years ago, officially I have an agent and continue to pursue this line of writing but I got bored: The result, A Bride For Seven Brothers (And no, my agent has no idea of this alter ego as Maria Garcia LOL!) I don’t think she’d mind though!

The idea for Brides started where all the best ideas begin: With Alcohol and What If? The results is Brides#1 that led to Brides#2 and now I’m on Brides#3 hopefully to be published in @3weeks. I hope to end the series for now at least at #5 stories but we will see. Brides is very much an erotic story and this is what drives the storyline but I hope to show that as the naughty tales continue that Ruby and her men provide an entertaining and more satisfying complex mix of sexy and narrative twists.

I didn’t actually expect it to sell. The free promo on Amazon was interesting, over 1,000 downloads in three days. Sales flat lined after this freebie and have now begun to steadily increase. I am always amazed and gratified when someone buys one of the stories.
I love writing and each day I surprise myself with exactly what I write.
Right now the best place to be is with Ruby and her Seven Hunky Guys.

Maria can be found:

Blog * Facebook * Twitter

A Bride for Seven Brothers#2 can be purchased: Amazon


A Bride For Seven Brothers #2

By Maria Garcia

The Moral Right Of The Author Is Asserted

(Warning: Sexually Explicit Content)


It was a scorching summers day as Ruby climbed down from the apple tree retracing her steps back the way she had come inhaling the sweet scent of The Woods she shifted the basket in her arms her eyes falling to the fresh earth at her feet; there were Indian Pipes; Eastern Redbuds; Wild Hyacinths; Red Columbines and Wood Poppies to name but a few. Her knowledge of flowers entirely down to Hap who had patiently talked her through the endless beauty of the land. At the thought of Hap her heart took a downward slide, without him she felt incomplete, lost.

Absently Ruby examined her engagement ring, a large rugged diamond that sparkled in the noonday sun.  One ring from seven brothers; they’d all chipped in to purchase the stone. Ruby had cried with delight the day they had presented it to her keeping the truth a tightly balled up secret inside herself: She hated the dam thing but didn’t have the heart to say this was the case. Agreeing to marry them had taken Ruby to places she could never have dreamed of; not all of them good or true. For now someone was out there hating her every breath; someone who sent tokens of their contempt and loathing without fail each and every week. She had burnt the notes but watching the flames consume those hateful words penned with bloody red ink had not erased them from her head or her heart. They remained branded against her memory: You can run but you cannot hide; once a whore always a dirty cunt; only death can part us; I know your seven horny secrets …

Now only one note remained toxic and vile burrowing a hole in her dress pocket

It’s warning chilling her to the bone …I am watching you

Ruby fought the bile that rose in her throat, her skin positively crawled with the sensation that she was being watched.

“Hey there, are you Ok?” Bashful stepped forward, tall dark and indecently horny his hair tied back from his face in a tight pony tale, his muscular torso fully exposed through the torn and tattered T-shirt and tight jeans.

Looking up Ruby forced a smile to her lips a warm pulsing heat lancing through her body.  These days it was becoming increasingly difficult to juggle all the competing demands made on her. In a few days time she was due to be married swearing her body and soul to seven men so why did she have the overwhelming desire to run as far and as fast as her legs would take her and never look back.

Everything was different now; now there were rules. There was to be no random spontaneous actions of making out or as Bashful had renamed it, ‘fucking out.’  When and how her men fucked her was now a system of meetings and votes clumped together with what to grow in the lower east field; whose turn it was to bed down with her for the night and on which nights she should be left alone to rest and luxuriate in her own space. Even her monthly cycle and what birth control options should or should not be utilized was now open to debate.  Ruby closed her eyes and moaned in delight as Bashful’s strong knowing hands cupped her breasts and squeezed her tight.

She laughed a sound alien to her ears; it had been so long since she’d had anything to laugh about.  “Hey quit that; you know it’s against the rules.”

But her body was delighted the slick fleshy folds of her pussy hot and desperate to be mounted and pumped. Ruby sighed greatly appreciating that Bashful never had been too hot on following rules … her arousal shooting up a notch at the knowledge that this was a highly forbidden act they were currently engaged in as Bashful kissed her harder still.  His fingers travelling ever further up her legs following the curve of her backside before beginning a new journey that traversed her anal hole.  Ruby let out a moan of sheer pleasure dropping the basket it landed with a gentle thud the apples spilling out onto the warm grass.

Ruby was in the mood to be taken roughly and fast, already her loose cotton dress was undone trailing to her waist, her full breasts spilling out nipple hard taking hold of Bashful’s cock her fingers began to caress him a rhythmic edge transforming his thick shaft from hard to bone hard in seconds.

“I’ve missed this.” She breathed against his neck her final words catching in her throat as his index finger drove into her butt hole and began to finger fuck her rear with ruthless savagery.

“You like that don’t you?” His voice was hoarse, his cock desperate to plough into the soft rich heat of her cunt.  He loved the way she kept her eyes open, the dream like quality that took possession of her liquid hot gaze as he fucked her tight anal passage.  With his other hand he grabbed her breasts, caressing and pinching the deep swell of her chest noting how they rose and fell as he continued to ram his fingers and thumb into her, the sweet sounds that escaped her lips turning him on no end.

“Fuck me.” Whispered Ruby tightening her fingers around Bashful’s cock his pre-cum slick against her palm as with relentless passion she continued to milk his shaft.  Her climax took her breath away; it consumed her entirely as she squatted down squeezing out the last shred of raw hot pain and infinite arousal that washed over her body.  Ruby shuddered screaming out her release her cunt juice spurting slick and fast down her trembling legs.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Bashful warned raising her dress higher he bent her over pressing his engorged cock against Ruby’s slick pussy lips, in one smooth motion thrusting past the barrier of muscle and into her juice filled cunt.

Bashful closed his eyes feeding his engorged shaft into her sodden hole in deep rough thrusts.  He took her hard and without mercy. This was the way he liked to screw his woman, out in the open as nature had intended.  He filled her with his full length in slow savage pumps adoring the way her pussy clung to his cock as he worked his way deeper into Ruby’s hole filling her to the hilt. Raw pleasure held him captive as he creamed up Ruby’s hungry sex driving her to an ever-greater slick wetness pulsing pure pleasure and infinite lust that roared in his ears and exploded in his heart.

“Tell me how much you love it!” Demanded Bashful holding her hot cunt close as he hammered her hard.

“I love it, dam it fuck me!” Begged Ruby her dripping wet pussy responding to his every thrust with a thrust equally as harsh and hard of her own.

Against a low guttural roar Bashful released his load filling Ruby’s slick hole with his thick plentiful spunk. The relief was intense, Bashful bucked against Ruby’s soaking sex until he was certain she had taken every drop of his cum. With satisfaction he watched her pussy lips fill to overflowing.

Hot and sticky they collapsed against each other and fell to the grass.

“Dam, that was good!” Declared Ruby struggling to catch her breath. Why couldn’t’t it be like this all the time she thought laying flat on her back, eyes fixed on the brilliant blue sky as though this might give her the answers she sought.  She’d give anything for things to go back to the way they’d been six months ago.

“What’s wrong, Ruby?”

Bashful was looking down at her his eyes a perfect reflection of the sky above.  Warm, brilliant and deeply intense.  Could she really pull it off, lie to him, lie to them all?

“Is there any word from Hap?”

A pained look broke through the perfect smile that only moments ago had played against his lips. “No. Nothing.”

“And do you agree with Grumpy that if he’s gone off we should just let him be.”

“Ruby, you know that’s not what Grumpy said.”

A rebellious stubborn light that all the brothers had come to dread entered Ruby’s eyes.  “Have none of you thought that maybe he didn’t walk out on us. Perhaps there’s more to this; he could have gone into The Woods and gotten into trouble …he could be lying in a ditch somewhere…” Ruby bit her lip close to tears. “Why would he leave us?” she asked her voice rising with uncontained emotion when what she really wanted to scream was: why would he leave me?

“Hush now,” soothed Bashful taking her in his arms. “OK, I’ll have a word with Grumpy and the other guys, see if we can search The Woods again.”

“You promise?”

Those eyes would melt any man’s resolve and harden the most reluctant of cocks. Bashful inhaled Ruby’s scent his hand falling to the slick wetness of her cunt.

“I promise.” He whispered, his fingers slipping deeper into the sweet warmth of Ruby’s pussy as he kissed her hard. Ruby responded opening her legs wide so that her entire sex was exposed eager for him to finger fuck her more deeply.

An electric current raced through her body as shivering with pleasure she got ready for round two; Bashful was never satisfied until he’d fucked her good and hard several times every and each way.  With a knowing smile she reached out and gripped his engorged cock that jumped up stiff and high against his body. Ruby’s mouth watered in anticipation; she could not wait to possess his long hot manhood, feel it thrust against the walls of her mouth then fuck into the deep tight confines of her throat. Her pussy was beyond wet at the very thought!

“So, this is what you do when I ask you to go do chores around the farm!”

“Shit!” Ruby cried out in frustration and rage as Bashful’s hands fell away from her the hot spot between her legs that he’d been feeding with his expert touch fading as Grumpy, eyes cold and condemning walked towards them his tall muscular frame ready for several worlds of confrontation. “We have rules for a reason!” He hissed.

“Don’t lecture me!” Spat Bashful returning a seriously hard cock with reluctance back to the confines of his pants. He stepped forward his anger heightened by the unrequited need that continued to pulse like wildfire through his erect shaft.

“Since when did you get to choose when and how I fuck my wife?”

“She’s not our wife yet and not fucking every and anywhere are the terms we agreed to – all of us.”

“I don’t ever recall agreeing to not make love to the woman I adore.” Spat Bashful his eyes hot with fury as he stood his ground, the tension between the two brothers palpable against the late summer air.

“Oh cut the crap and stop playing that shit with me! You know full well what the rules are and why they’ve been put in place.”

“Don’t push me, Grumpy. You may be older than me but it don’t mean you can be the boss of me!”

“Enough!” Ruby’s head was spinning with all the fighting and ill will. It had crept in so it seemed almost overnight and was slowly beginning to tear apart there little home.”

“This isn’t how it was supposed to be.”  It was only as the two men turned to look at her that Ruby realized the thoughts she’d believed were racing around in her head had actually been said out loud.

“This is to make things better, Ruby. Give you space and privacy so you don’t have us jumping you all the time making demands.” Insisted Grumpy a wild angry looks in his eyes.

“Who says I don’t want to be jumped on at every hour of the day?” Ruby semi naked stood up, confronting Grumpy her rage in danger of turning into something mean and spiteful where she’d spit words she could not take back.

“I love being fucked, screwed and wanked over.”

Ruby watched the muscles against Grumpy’s jaw flex and tighten, the sky blue of his eyes twisting to a darker tempestuous hue.

“And you know I just adore sucking cock, the bigger the better with a full load of creamy spunk as desert!”

His muscular arms fell to his side his long strong hands bunching into fists.

“Why do you say things like that?” His words came out gruff and barely contained.

“Because this isn’t about rules, is it? This is about you and your dam jealousy.”

Grumpy took a step back his gaze moving from Ruby and the full round curve of her breasts, then down to her slender legs; here was a woman he would quite happily kill for; to possess her cunt and fuck her glorious pussy night after night and never have to share but then his gaze cooled, fell to his brother, Bashful. These days Grumpy found himself struggling not to start a fight when he saw her being touched by any man but himself. Inhaling deeply Grumpy took a step back dragging his thoughts away from the possession of Ruby’s body and back to the farm.  He was lovesick, cunt hungry and full of anger but there was nothing to be gained from pursuing the matter, not here, not now. “This farm won’t sort itself.  I have work to do.”

Ruby’s heart sank as she watched him walk away.  Once he would have come and joined them down in the grass and helped his brother fuck her senseless but thought Ruby disquiet and dismay filling her heart, those days were now long gone.

Everything was falling apart piece by piece.  Why couldn’t the men she loved simply stop fighting and love her? Fear grabbed at Ruby’s heart, she could not shake the feeling that she was losing them one by one.

“This is for you.”

Doc slid the heavy tomb of a book across the kitchen table his eyes never leaving hers.  He noted with humour the way her sweet full lips turned down a stubborn glint appearing in those wondrous brown eyes. He stifled a laugh. “Sugar, it’s not going to bite. Pick it up and have a look.” He encouraged gently.

Ruby’s fingers trailed with visible reluctance across the glossy cover: ‘101 Easy Slow Cook Meals.’ A laboured sigh escaped Ruby’s lips.  She could find her way around the most convoluted of financial statements; pull an engine apart piece by piece into its constituent parts and then return it whole but cooking just about stretched the limits of her comprehension and patience.  She felt like a cat appraising a cage; a wary trepidation taking hold.

“Come on now, Ruby this is so simple and I have bought something else to go with the book.”

Ruby inclined her head to one side her eyes brightening with mischief.  “A sexy cook’s uniform with suspenders and a thick wooden spoon I can use to slap that tight backside of yours as you fuck my cunt?”

Doc chuckled his cock thickening to an erect fullness within his pants. “Sounds real tempting but no.”

With exaggerated ceremony he placed a large box before her, on the side of the box in bold calligraphy were the words …

“Slow cooker.” Ruby’s incredulous eyes settled on Doc. “What happened to flowers or a box of chocolates?”

“This is better, its long lasting benefits will keep the household happy.”

“I thought my wet cunt was doing that.” Said Ruby a truculent edge creeping into her voice.  “I cannot cook and no cook book can teach me the impossible.” She swallowed her throat constricting, the sting of tears suddenly painfully close, “that was Hap’s job; he loved cooking, he even had the patience to try to teach me and we all know how that turned out.”

Doc’s eyes hit the ground for a moment the topic of Hap and his sudden disappearance remained a sore wound.

“Do you think he had enough of us, that he simply got up one morning and without a word walked away?”

Doc struggled to articulate his thoughts and failed.  Words these days were simply inadequate to say what he felt.  He took Ruby’s hand in his and squeezed tight.

“Do you think he’s safe and content?” She pressed.

“Sure.” Said Doc desperate to change the subject each question like a sharp nail against his chest. “Now about this gift, when do you think you’re going to use it?”

“Look, if you really want to have a meal free from food poisoning let Eva come help me.  She’s always offering to come over and give us a hand and she is very easy on the eye.”

The transformation was immediate. A wild fury swept into Doc’s eyes as he slammed his fist down on the table.

“Never. I will not have that woman under this roof!”

Ruby stared at Doc in shock. What had come over him?  Why was he being such a jerk!

“This is Eva of Eva’s Food store we’re talking about not some mass murderer. Every time I ask one of you guys to let me invite Eva over or even say her name this is the reaction I get.  What the hell’s going on?”

“I won’t discuss it, Ruby.”

“But I want to discuss it.” She persisted.

He stood up so abruptly he knocked the kitchen chair over. “You’d best get acquainted with the ingredients you’ll need for one of the meals I’ll expect tonight. I have work to do.”

Ruby grabbed the closest thing that came to hand. Wielding the heavy book she threw it with all her strength aiming for the thick stubborn irrational target better known as Doc’s head. She watched the book sale through the air a glancing blow clipping the side of his head. Ruby took a step back cursing her temper and good aim; what had she been thinking. These days Doc was so moody and unpredictable, prone to saying hurtful things only to go overboard in his attempts to say sorry later, buying truckloads of flowers and enough chocolate to float the moon.

Now his handsome face was unreadable, those brilliant blue eyes raking over her skin in a way that made her recently spunk filled pussy heat up once more. A flutter of nerves momentarily consumed Ruby as she watched Doc remove the belt from his jeans a wicked smile curling his lips as with his index finger he beckoned her over.

“That was uncalled for … seems I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” The softness in his eyes twisted and became cold. Ruby swallowed feeling an edge of dangerous energy fill the room.

“Now come over here like a good girl and take your punishment.”

“It’s not your turn this weekend.”

Steel entered Doc’s voice. “And when Bashful was fucking you hard was it his turn?”

Anger flared in Ruby’s heart. “Grumpy told you…”

Doc in answer unbuttoned his pants. Ruby watched cunt pulsing with excitement as he pulled out his thick expansive cock his eyes hot with lust.

“I want a little of what Bashful had.” Not bothering with the general niceties of warming up her cunt, Doc pressed the helm of his cock against Ruby’s sweet lips; she eagerly obliged opening her mouth so that Doc could feed his long length down her throat.

“Now I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” Twisting Ruby’s red gold hair around his fingers so that her face was aligned with his cock he reined her in the better to fuck her with the full force of his growing need. With a deep sigh of satisfaction Doc ploughed his solid shaft into Ruby’s eager wet mouth hole.  A mouth that had in the last few months become like a second pussy to Doc that he could fuck with serious abandon. With his other hand Doc ripped off Ruby’s dress cupping her large breasts, feeling her nipples tight and thick against the rough palm of his hand.

Ruby, mouth full of hot pulsing cock felt the slow trickle of pussy juice slick against her cunt as her excitement grew; this was what she wanted and always craved, this was her idea of heaven! There was the sweet salty taste of spunk as Doc’s cock filled her mouth drilling in deep thrusts until the helm of his thick rod was pressing against the very back of Ruby’s throat.

“That’s it, take it all my love.” Whispered Doc totally consumed by the need to fuck her beyond endurance.

Ruby fixed her eyes on Doc, cunt close to dripping, nipples crowning to a stone like tightness as she luxuriated in the experience of her mouth being fucked with a mean nasty force. She knew some women tended to choke and gag as they ate cock but any such issues had left Ruby long ago.  She moaned through a mouth full of prime manhood as Doc continued to ride her face pumping his shaft into her mouth until his balls slapped against her chin.

He closed his eyes sensing release wondrously close. “Now, promise me you won’t mention that Eva woman again … just moan if you agree.”

Doc waited but the only sound in the room was the wet to slick slamming of his cock as he fucked Ruby’s mouth.

“Ok, if that’s the way you want to play this.” Doc drilled his cock down Ruby’s throat with a little more force pressing her head against his member so tightly that he began to block Ruby’s nasal passage. He watched as she struggled for breath.  His excitement rising a notch at her obvious discomfort, he groaned rutting faster into her oral hole so close to climax now it was beginning to hurt.

“I said moan if you agree.” He pulled her head back; the better to watch her continue to suck hard at all he had to give.  He watched her shudder and squirm her eyes raw with rage her open mouth hole widening ever more to the pounding his cock was giving her.  Slowly Ruby released a low moan, the sweetest sound ever to Doc’s ears as with one last thrust he climaxed shooting his rich spunky load into Ruby’s mouth.

Doc well satisfied slowly pulled his big cock from the delicious tightness of Ruby’s mouth.  These days his tastes ran far wilder than he was openly willing to admit. He was not the man Ruby believed him to be. He was well aware of the new sadistic edge that flavoured his dreams when he slept.  He longed to chain and gag Ruby, have her submit to him in the most brutal of ways.  He’d wake bone hard with longing and dare not say a word or act on what he really wanted to do to the hot sexy woman by his side. He smiled watching as she licked the final traces of his spunk from her moist lips and glared at him those hot sultry eyes already doing havoc to his heart and cock once more as with regret he zipped his pants back up.

She was angry, these days that was most always the case. No amount of boning seemed to calm her down.  He cleared his throat righting the upturned chair that had fallen in his haste to fuck her.

“I don’t understand what’s up with you and your brothers! Talk to me.”

Ruby waited but Doc remained still, his handsome face stone cold as he watched her.

A furious crazy anger was beginning to burn deep inside Ruby that even fucking good and hard had failed to diminish.  Something was seriously up with her men.  She could feel it; from the tips of her toes to the throbbing ache that remained in her moist spunk filled cunt.  Ruby picked up the cookbook defiant eyes resting on Doc.

“Fine, be like that! I’m going to clean up then go into Town.”

She turned on her heel her ruined dress exposing the full sexy curves of her body, the roundness of her hot backside, the weeping juices of her cunt.

The growing hardness in his cock was becoming unbearable; Doc imagined the feel of her pussy as it took a firm hold of his shaft.  He closed his eyes and swallowed.  What was wrong with him; he’d not always been this tongue tied and foolish … why could he not tell her the truth. That Hap was gone most probably gone for good and that was sad, so sad it was eating him up inside as was the fact that he wanted to fuck her seven days a week; fuck her in a way that would bring her sweet serious pain.

Doc watched Ruby’s hot sexy body stride out of the kitchen conscious that with each step she seemed to take with her all the light and heat of the day.

Memoirs of a Sex Slave by Billierosie

Memoirs of a Sex SlaveSizedBLURB:

Billierosie tells the story of Elektra, recently consigned to live her final days at the Ravens’ House for the elderly, and her strange life with Mark, her larger-than-life dominant. Elektra’s love and sordid public encounters convey the woman’s aboslute affection for the older man in a manner only the most talented of authors can achieve.

The novella’s sexual nature is fast and nasty; it’s sure to please those who seek tales of forbidden, wholly carnal lust. Shared partners, multiple partners, degradation, humiliation; all play a part in the tale of a sex slave.



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…the feeling of being filled in her rectum thrilled her with its very indecency; she wanted more. As if in a psychic response, the stranger pushed in another finger; she was  tight, but his persistence and the lubricant did their work. Then a third finger. She wanted him to rape her anus, defile her, right there in the middle of the club with everyone looking on.

Slowly he masturbated her rectum; pushing in, retreating, going further in with each push. Her pelvis pushed back on him. It was her body’s reaction to the strange new sensation. She was helpless, her body’s needs dictated the rules. She felt the flat palm of his hand on her buttocks. He was all the way in. Her rectum muscles gripped him tightly. He moved his fingers in a circular motion, stretching her as if in preparation for a man’s thick cock. Elektra trembled as he finger fucked her dirt hole. When he slowly slid his fingers from her, she felt bereft, empty and tears trickled down her cheeks. He moved around to face her and she watched him examine his fingers. She had emptied her bowels earlier in the day, but still his fingers were streaked with her dark excrement. He held his fingers to her mouth a silent order for her to lick them clean. Elektra lapped obediently. She could taste the lube that he’d used and something dark and  forbidden. The taste excited her and she slobbered over his fingers. A tremor of shameful disgust shuddered through her body like an electric shock; what was she becoming?

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billierosieBio: People fascinate billierosie. What makes them tick; what are their secrets and lies. The effete guy in the bank; the blonde lady shopping in the supermarket, the elderly lady living in a care home. What stories could they tell? Perhaps erotic stories of sex, intrigue and fetish?

And fetish is high on billierosie’s agenda. The strange, haunting stuff that informs our darkest desires. It could be fur or feathers. Shoes, silk stockings, or toes. Poop or pee. An amputee’s stump. If we made a list it would go on for ever.

billierosie has been writing erotica for about two years; she has been published by Oysters and Chocolate, “The Wedding Dress.” She has also been published by Sizzler, in their “Pirate Booty” anthology. Also in their Sherlock Holmes anthology, “My Love of all that is Bizarre.” She is in Sizzler’s latest anthology; “Hunger” and she has been accepted for a new anthology to be published later this year by Sizzler, erotic tales of London town. She also has a collection of short, erotic stories, “Fetish Worship,” available as a download at Sizzler Editions and Amazon.

She has two novellas, both published by Sizzler Editions in 2012. They are available now as downloads; “Memoirs of a Sex Slave”. And “Enslaving Eli. And not forgetting her very first publication, “Fetish Worship”, a collection of erotica and fetish.

billierosie lives in a pretty village in England. She doesn’t fit with village life; certainly not the Women’s Institute. billierosie loves the theatre, Art, film, books and all things eccentric. billierosie plans to have fun and stay young, writing pornography.

billierosie can be found at her blog


A Bride for Seven Brothers #1 by Maria Garcia

A Bride for Seven Brothers by Maria GarciaRuby is on a road to nowhere; her wedding gown is torn and discoloured, her bouquet long past its bloom and her heels are a sight for sore eyes.
It’s clear she is on the run; the question remains from whom.



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Author Bio: I began writing literary fiction years ago, officially I have an agent and continue to pursue this line of writing but I got bored: The result, A Bride For Seven Brothers (And no, my agent has no idea of this alter ego as Maria Garcia LOL!) I don’t think she’d mind though!

The idea for Brides started where all the best ideas begin: With Alcohol and What If? The results is Brides#1 that led to Brides#2 and now I’m on Brides#3 hopefully to be published in @3weeks.  I hope to end the series for now at least at #5 stories but we will see. Brides is very much an erotic story and this is what drives the storyline but I hope to show that as the naughty tales continue that Ruby and her men provide an entertaining and more satisfying complex mix of sexy and narrative twists.

I didn’t actually expect it to sell. The free promo on Amazon was interesting, over 1,000 downloads in three days. Sales flat lined after this freebie and have now begun to steadily increase.  I am always amazed and gratified when someone buys one of the stories.
I love writing and each day I surprise myself with exactly what I write.
Right now the best place to be is with Ruby and her Seven Hunky Guys.

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A Bride For Seven Brothers #1 Excerpt:

Maria Garcia (Angry Women Series)

The Moral Right Of The Author Is Asserted

(Warning: Sexually Explicit)

There was not a soul in sight.  The road was as narrow as it was long.  Ruby swearing under her breath took off her heels; the pearly white satin had turned a dishwater grey, in disgust she flung the shoes into the bushes.  Her eyes fell to her clothing; the wedding gown she had paid a King’s ransom to possess now clung to her body wet and discoloured and as for the train and veil; pure silk with embedded pearls layered with sparkling pink and blue Diamante; Ruby closed her eyes and shivered beside herself with grief and growing despair.

“Ms, do you need some help?” The man was blonde and incredibly tall, in one hand he held some kind of basket his other hand was full of dirt and leaves.

Ruby bit back her natural retort that would have included a curse and a suggestion that he go play inappropriately with a part of his anatomy.  But everything was different now, she was a long way from home she cautioned herself biting her tongue, and this was the first friendly face she had seen in days.  The last thing she wanted to do was antagonize her only possible means of escape.  Ruby took a step forward getting a closer look at the man before her.  There was no doubting his good looks or his physique.  He possessed the kind of body that Mathew spent hours and an absolute fortune on a Personal Trainer in the quest to acquire.  The thought of Mathew brought a tightening to her heart; a lowering still further of her depleted spirits.  Mentally she tried to pull herself together while struggling to kill a small insistent voice in her head that whispered she must look a sight with her chapped and broken nails and uncombed hair, surely the roots had grown back thick and fast by now exposing her true hue of mousy brown rather than the cherry blond she had convinced the world she naturally was.

“Ms, please you are obviously in some kind of distress.”

Tears had always come naturally to Ruby; all she had to do was think about something vaguely sad. The trick worked every time, distress always brought out the sense of the heroic in a man. Laying on a slow tearful hysteria Ruby let the days old wedding bouquet slip from her hands.  “Thank god you found me!” She covered her face with trembling hands, her step faltering as though at any moment she might faint.

It was enough.  He ran to her dropping the basket and the leaves.  He smelt clean and fresh, like lost summer days and the ocean was the thought that slipped into Ruby’s head as she settled against his strong firm arms.

“It’s all right. You are safe now.”

He had amazing eyes; a bright sky blue that settled on her with startled concern.

“Let’s get you some place safe.  Your family must be out of their minds with worry.”  He took her hand.  Ruby felt the solid reassuring heat of his touch.  She swallowed but her throat was suddenly intensely dry.

“Please don’t send me back, I’m begging you!”

She rapped her fingers around his hand, squeezed tightly.  “He can’t find me, there is no telling what he will do if he does.” She whispered as though The Great Wood that surrounded them might hear her.


Ruby released a loud sob that shook her body. “We were supposed to be getting married and …” She left it at that, her words trailing off into another fit of tears.

“I am so sorry.” The young man’s voice broke with emotion. He appeared so gentle and sincere.  “But I promise no harm will come to you here, this wood stretches for miles; it and all the land beyond belongs to my family. Private land you see and we are pretty isolated, no TV or Internet, rarely even play the radio to be truthful. Life is pretty simple up here.”

Ruby listened and heard ‘somewhere to hide for a while’ and ‘the opportunity to reinvent myself.’ What could be better?

“I would be really grateful if I could stay with you for a while, just until I sort myself out and get back on my feet.”

The young man grinned his eyes sparkling a sea grass blue. “My family call me, Hap and I’m sure that will be fine.”  He opened his mouth to speak further but fell silent as he watched the beautiful woman despite the distressed state of her dress do something entirely unexpected. She was still talking her sweet voice lyrical and light but it was the activity of her hands that held him captive at that moment.

“Of course I will repay you for your kindness and I mean to start now.”

Ruby fell to her knees, with light fingers well accustomed to this particular task she began to unbuckle Hap’s belt, with a sharp tug she pulled his pants down, licking her lips in anticipation.  It had been weeks since she had sucked cock and this was a fine sized example of manhood.

“What are you doing?” The young man’s face reflected wide-eyed surprise.

What was wrong with him thought Ruby … he should be flattered.  Her fingers slipped around his growing shaft.  He was definitely aroused. He took a step back; Ruby wrapped her pink lips around his cock before he could take another step away.  With satisfaction she felt him harden the head of his penis bouncing against the roof of her mouth.  She sucked vigorously her tongue flicking back and forth along his long member while her hands caressed his tight backside.

On her knees in the dirt Ruby looked up into Hap’s eyes aware that her cunt was growing increasingly wet.  He was watching her totally mesmerized, his lips slightly parted, ragged gasps escaped his mouth as she sucked his cock harder, opened her mouth wider to take more of him her head pushing back and forth as she guided him deeper.  She felt the beginnings of pre cum sweet to the tongue in her mouth. Ruby concentrated on the sensation of his hard throbbing cock sliding deeper into her throat all the while conscious of his hands, gentle tentative at first, then a harsher weight to his touch as his fingers roamed through her tangled hair holding her with a firmness that matched his thrusts, savage and fast as his arousal increased.

Ruby moaned in encouragement, her fingers travelling to his balls, tapping out a light playful caress as Hap’s thrusts picked up a pace, shifted from deep penetrating fucks to a hard pounding hammering into her wet accepting mouth each thrust bringing him closer to climax; Hap let out a cry of release; it was being in the woods, the sexy disorder of this woman and the natural way she had fallen to her knees in her tattered and torn wedding gown and sucked his cock …

Ruby tasted him, felt him spasm against a guttural roar that filled the air as his cum smacked against her mouth and slid down her throat. Satisfied she sat back appraising him, her cunt soaking wet with need her nipples bone hard.  He was as good as hers now.  She could see it in the dreamy set of his blue eyes, the shy awestruck stance of his body as he pulled up his pants and gazed at her.

She was desperate for more cock but that could wait. The most important thing was that now he would shield her and keep her safe.


“So exactly how much of this land is yours, Hap?”

“As far as the eye can see and beyond that.” Bending down, Hap collected the basket and its contents that earlier in his haste to help Ruby had fallen to the ground; his movements were graceful, swift and efficient.

Ruby motioned to his task. “And what’s with the dirt, grass and that quaint little basket?”

“This?” Hap rubbed his jaw a light smile playing against his lips.  “I like to cook and I regularly come out here to collect herbs and mushrooms.”

“Really, you like to cook.”

He laughed, a light playfulness in his eyes. Ruby followed him out of the dense wood and towards a clearing.

“Well I don’t think I’ve ever met a guy who actually enjoyed cooking to the extent that he collected his own herbs.

Hap shook his head his smile broadening to a grin. “Well then you obviously haven’t met the right guy.”

Ruby nodded her green eyes dancing as she twisted a lock of hair between finger and thumb. “Yes you’re probably right, by the way my name is, Ruby.”  She cleared her throat and worked hard at appearing slightly embarrassed as she gazed at Hap beneath her lashes.  “I should have introduced myself earlier but we were a little caught up to do formal introductions.”

Hap coloured but maintained eye contact. “Well, that’s a lovely name.”

“Thank you.” Ruby wondered whether Hap was too nice to be true, he didn’t seem to have a mean bone in that muscular frame of his.

“Here, mind how you go, we’re nearly there.”

‘There’ turned out to be a small grit covered space where a large beaten up truck was parked.

“Ruby seems like some real bad stuff happened to you and I’m just glad I’m able to help.” Said Hap walking towards the truck. “Anyhow let me introduce you to the others and we’ll be on our way.”

Ruby’s steps faltered. “Others?”

“Hey guys, this here is Ruby.”

Seven pairs of eyes in various shades of blue gazed back at Ruby whose only thought at that moment was, “oh shit.”

Double The Sin by Charity Parkerson

After a vicious attack by a creature of the night, Annie James loses not only her ability to walk in the sunlight but also the man of her dreams, Adio.
Adio’s guilt over his failure to keep Annie safe has kept him at a distance, and although he has kept a close watch on her since her turning, he has made no attempt to reclaim the love they once shared…until now.

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Adio appeared behind her, lightly kissing the nape of her neck. Her eyes fell closed at first brush of his lips as the memory of their nights together flooded her brain. They had played this game often. Adio was an asha. He could become as many people as he wanted to be at one time, and many nights he had overwhelmed her senses with this second version himself that she had loving dubbed as “Mirage.”
“That’s not fair,” she whispered as Mirage began removing her clothes. Despite her weak protest, he did not stop, and she did not bring his motions to a halt.
“Love seldom is,” Adio retorted as the final item of her clothing disappeared from sight. Burying his fingers in her hair, Mirage tugged, tilting her head back so that he could cover her mouth with his own. His tongue invaded her mouth without mercy while Adio focused his attention on her breasts.

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Author bio:

Charity Parkerson was born in Tennessee, where she still lives with her husband and two sons. She is the author of several books including twelve Amazon bestsellers. You can like her at Be sure to visit her at and you can read her blog at Her “Sinners series” was voted one of the top ten best books by an Indie author in 2011- Paranormal Romance Reads Her book “The Danger with Sinners” was named “Best Book by an Indie author in 2012” by Paranormal Reads Reviews and made finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance of 2012 in the Australian Romance Reader’s Association Awards. She was named as one of the top three Indie authors of 2012- Ebookbuilders She is a member of The Paranormal Romance Guild, is a Goodreads moderator, a member of Coffee Time Romance, and co-host of The Melissa Craig and Charity Parkerson show. She won author of the week in August of 2011, and is a four-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath. You can follow her on Twitter @

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