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#WickedAfterDark with Brigid Moon from The Island

Brightest Blessing to you all! )O(

My name is Brigid Moon and I guess you could say I had a very special seat watching the journey of two of my favorite people find each other after many lifetimes of being torn apart. You see, I’m not just your average every day psychic. For one, I can actually see into a person’s past and their future. I don’t always know what the hell I’m visualizing, but eventually I can put it all together in order to offer some guidance. Secondly, I can see and talk to dead people, Angels and other spirits including The Three. I’ve been able to do this sort of thing for as far back as I can remember, and believe me I’m not talking about just this life cycle. Let’s just say, I’ve been around the astral plane block a few times. 😉

In this current life, I’ve been able to put my talents and passion for my faith to good use. I am a Wiccan Priestess and have the pleasure of presiding over many Sabbats and Esbats for the Michigan Covens. Whether one is a member of a coven or a solitary witch, these celebrations are a very large part of who we are. My favorite is Samhein or as many of you know it Halloween. This is the time of year where the veil between the living and the dead is the thinnest. We can honor those who’ve gone before us, welcome their spirits into our homes and our hearts once again, and give thanks for the blessings that have been bestowed upon us throughout the year. In other words, it’s the Witch’s New Year.

My cousins love this time of year two. Unfortunately, one short month after one of the best Samhein celebrations, my cousin Daniel was killed by a drunk driver. Our family was devastated, but no one took it harder than Danny’s sister Quinn. She shut down. I tried to get through to her to let her know I could talk to him, that he wasn’t gone forever. But every time I looked in her eyes, the pain was just too raw. I prayed to the Goddess Fate to give me guidance and expected her to appear to me as she has done from time to time. Imagine my surprise to see one of the other Eternal Siblings…Lucius. Yep. The God of Trials and Tribulations himself stopped in for a chat. Sort of distracting isn’t he? 😉

Shhhhh…don’t answer that. You wouldn’t want to give him any more of an inflated ego than he already has. Trust me. One day I’ll tell you more about my run ins with the Sibling, but for now let’s just concentrate on why he was visiting me this particular time.

He told me that The Three had decided this was the lifetime Quinn was to find her always and forever, her soul mate, and the one person who she was destined to be with for all eternity. Pretty heavy stuff, huh? Well, hang on to your britches. There is more.

Fate was given permission to directly intervene this time and bring Quinn and her soul mate Jacob Hartley together on the Island, a beautiful tropical paradise where souls go to rest before continuing on with their journey in the Earth Realm, or moving on to the next lifetime. Some folks would call it Limbo, but it’s so much more than that. My cousin Danny along with his new Guardian Angel partner, Michael were given the task to convince Quinn and Jacob that their destiny together was there for the taking. All they had to do was choose to leave the Island and the love they found in each other’s arms and go back to the real world until they found each other again.

Sounds interesting? You bet it is. Their story is told by author Tammy Dennings Maggy in her Now and Forever series. I am introduced in the second book called…wait for it…The Island (Now and Forever 2) The book is due out on November 15th so keep watching for it. If you want to find out more about Quinn and our family, you can start off with the first book in the series For the Love of Quinn.

If you want to see what Daniel is up to this week, stop in on Tammy’s sister blog Sassy Vixen Publishing. For that blog as well as this one, you have chances to win the prize package listed on the first day of this Wicked After Dark Halloween Blog Hop. For Tammy’s blogs, all you have to do is follow the Rafflecopter instructions to get your entries. Now there are over 200 other participants in this hop, so please check out the linky list below to find old and new favorite authors to enjoy. I’ll be back tomorrow with my interview with both Lucius and his sister Lady Fate. You won’t want to miss it!

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Cursed of the First Born…new poetry

I’ve been working on a collection of vampire inspired poetry so I decided to write one to act as a teaser for one of my other works in progress, The Kayne Legacy. The poem here today helps to tell the tale of how Cain came to be known as the Guardian in my series. He is chosen by The Three (Yeshua, Fate, and Lucius) to protect the Essense of the Tree of Life. Since Adam and Eve were banished from the Garden of Eden it was left hidden from all humanity. Now as a chance to atone for accidentally causing the death of his brother Abel, Cain is given the opportunity to turn tragedy into triumph.

I have an entire series planned for the Kayne Family. They are a group of immortals and other paranormal beings. The first born of each generation is given the choice to be a Guardian of the Tree or to live a “normal” mortal life. Some members of the family are powerful witches and warlocks and others are at least part fairy. From the beginning, Lilith and Cain’s offspring were to be wed to their soul mates in the fae realm. Because of these matches, the Kayne Family are powerful and involved in every aspect of life on Earth. They take their duty to protect the Tree of Life very seriously and part of that is to help mortals survive.

Curse of the First Born

Once destined for greatness and riches
Beyond your wildest dreams,
Now lost and alone,
Your family torn apart at the seams.
The spilled blood of your brother cries out for justice
Because in a rage, you struck out
Wishing only for his taunts to end.
Now you await your punishment
With hands covered in his blood and dust.
The Gods should be angry.
For even this unintentional loss of life will offend.

Vengeance is Ours and Ours alone.
You played a role in your brother’s death,
This much is true.
There is only one way for you to atone.
It’s not your death We seek,
But service that can only be assigned
To a chosen few.

Forever your life you must pledge
Even though you feel you are unworthy.
Upon your brow a mark will be made.
No one will dare harm one chosen by The Three.
For with this Curse your debt will be paid.

Within your blood now lies
The Essence of the Tree of Life.
No mere mortal can be trusted
With such a task.
Leave this place and your family
In search of Lilith to be your wife.
Together you will create a clan who will walk the Night,
Whose influence and power will grow to be vast.

The choice will be yours and yours alone
To continue to shield yourself from the Sun.
Once you take this path
You cannot go back into the Light.
For the very Essence of Immortal Life itself
Will course within your veins,
And you will be marked as our Chosen One.
But only through the First Born of every generation
Shall the Essence pass unspoiled as is their birthright.

Some will call you cursed and cringe
Whenever they hear your name.
But they know not the ways of The Three.
You are chosen on this day
To guard the Secrets of the immortal soul.
You are no longer First Born of Adam and Eve,
But now the Guardian forever known as Cain.

©Tammy Dennings Maggy
10/3/12 1:10pm

Saturday Spotlight Shines Brightly On Ann Everett

Welcome to the final stop on author Ann Everett’s tour of my blogs. Today we get to learn a little bit more about her and her latest release You’re Busting My Nuptials. For those of you who’ve followed Ann through her visits of my blogs, you know this book is the second of her Tizzy/Ridge series. From what I’ve read so far, I can’t wait for book three to come out!

Now, make yourselves at home while I bring Ann out to join us for a drink or two so we can find out a bit more about her sassy Texas self.

Besides reading and writing, what do you do in your uh…spare time? I know I know like authors really have any spare time at all, but how do you fill the rest of your day when you aren’t working on your novels?

I’m at an age where I thought I’d have tons of leisure time, but I don’t. My day generally starts around 5:30 am. I take time to look at my emails and answer those I can, then I’m off to my son’s house to help get my four local grandchildren off to school. Once they’re gone, I make beds, do laundry, return umpteen pairs of shoes to their rightful closets, do more laundry, conduct the usual clean-up/straighten up routine, and then more laundry.

Ah, the dreaded Mt. Laundry! I think we all have one of those. I swear my socks and underwear breed like rabbits. How about your afternoons? Are they as busy as your mornings?

By early afternoon, I’ll be back at home answering emails, checking social media, blogging, critiquing chapters from the writing site I belong to, or chapters from members of our local group. I’ll try to work in some marketing, by scheduling book signings, or speaking engagements, or meeting with book clubs.

Once all that is done and depending on my husband’s work schedule, it may be evening before I actually sit down to write.

I was wondering when you squeezed in the time to work on your new projects. I’m all worn out listening to you talk about your day. I am definitely not a morning person. How do you fit all of that in? Do you have any time left over for anything else?

As busy as I am each day, I love my life. My grandchildren, ages 13, 10, 7, and 5 (the four who live near me…I have two more who live about 4 hours away) are the biggest joy in my life and the two youngest furnish me with endless dialogue for my character Gracie.

I also serve as director of our local writers’ conference which is held each April, but as anyone familiar with directing a conference knows it’s a full time job. So, part of each day deals with me contacting agents, authors, publishers, etc., trying to entice them to become part of our faculty.

When I do manage to steal a little time for myself and I’m not writing, I love going to movies and flea markets.

So tell us about your book You’re Breaking My Nuptials. What’s the core premise?

I focus on humor and add in a bit of steamy romance, and a light mystery. My main objective is to make you laugh.

When and where does your book take place?

Since I’m a Texas girl, You’re Busting My Nuptials takes place in my real hometown of Brownsboro, Texas. It’s just a spot in the road, with two red lights and one caution light. When I was growing up there, its population was about 400 and now all these years later, it only has about a thousand. The story is set in current time.

I lived in a small town too, but in Michigan. I love small towns but sometimes not so much when the neighbors always want to know your business. I guess that’s what makes for many tales to tell in our books!

What is the theme at the heart of your story?

I want to make the reader laugh until they cry. I rarely write a chapter without some humor in it…even my love scenes are funny. My goal is to show small town life. I write with a Texas voice. I don’t think I could write any other way. So, there’s lots of southern sass and Texas twang. Some city slickers may think my characters are cliché, but take my word for it, Pattiecake, Sugarpie, Saint, and all the others are based on people I know who actually go by those names!

I love those names! What message do you hope readers take away from this story?

I’m not really trying to send a message. My books won’t teach you how to grow a herb garden or change the oil in your car. They won’t get you to examine your innermost feelings or convince you to take a stand for any type of cause. I’m trying to furnish the reader with a few hours of entertainment that makes them laugh and lifts their mood, because that’s what laughter does. It’s good for the soul.

Is this book a part of a series?

You’re Busting My Nuptials is the second book in my Tizzy/Ridge Trilogy. The first installment, Laid Out and Candle Lit, came out about a year ago. Nuptials is hot off the presses. It should be available everywhere by September 2oth.

What is the theme of the overall series and how does this story fit into that?

The two main characters are Texas Ranger Ridge Cooper and local girl Tizzy Donovan. The story deals with the cases Ridge investigates and how Tizzy wants to get in on the action, all the while trying to raise a four-year-old daughter and work at her mom’s bakery. Tizzy also has a weird habit of being able to talk to the dead (a very small part of the book), so her first husband, Boone, who was killed in Iraq is also a character via conversations Tizzy has with him.

Will these characters show up in other books in this series?

You’re Busting My Nuptials introduces two new characters. One of Tizzy’s best friends from high school, Synola Harper and Tizzy’s first cousin, Jinx Monroe. These two will definitely be in the last installment. They got rave reviews from all the readers where I post my work for critique. I may even develop a trilogy for the two of them because my readers suggested it.

How many books to you anticipate will be in this series?

My publisher agreed to three. Beyond that, I’m not sure. If my readers want more of the characters, I’ll certainly oblige.

What are you working on now?

Characters, Pattiecake and Sugarpie, local owners of Sweet Thangs bakery, are currently working on a cookbook and I think that will be the next thing published. After that, the third and final installment of the trilogy will be released. However, I am working on a romantic comedy and it’s done, so it may come out before I end the Tizzy/Ridge series. It really depends on my readers and publisher and what they want. The readers of Laid Out and Candle Lit, the first book in the series, have been anxiously waiting for the release of You’re Busting My Nuptials, so they may insist I finish the series before I move on to the romantic comedy.

Do you have a question you’d like to ask the readers to generate comments?

I’d love for your readers to go to my website http://www.anneverett.com and read the first chapter of the third and final trilogy installment. I don’t have a title for this book yet and would invite them to enter the contest to name it. There isn’t a big prize involved other than they will get credit in the acknowledgements of the book when it’s published and receive a signed copy from me.

Ann, thank you once again for joining us here today and for taking the time to tour my blogs. Make sure you keep us in mind when the third book comes out. I would love to have you over again!

Make sure you leave a comment for Ann on today’s post and on the other two spots on her tour. Each comment wins you an entry in the contest to win an Amazon gift card.

Where to find more about Ann Everett and her work

Oh My! Monday on Sassy Vixen Publishing

It’s Thursday Thirteen with a Touch of Texas Twang

Welcome to Behind Closed Doors. Today you are in for a real treat. My special guest today is author Ann Everett whose smart and sassy humor shines through in everything she does, especially her writing. Her current release, You’re Busting My Nuptials is no exception. This is the second book in her trilogy telling the crazy love story between Tizzy and Ridge. To set this up a bit, I thought I would share the video trailer from the first book in the series. Laid Out and Candle Lit.

Now that you know a little more of Tizzy and Ridge’s back story, here are the first thirteen sentences of You’re Busting My Nuptials.

Twenty-four hours ago Tizzy Donovan was naked in Ridge Cooper’s bed, screaming to get God’s attention. She loved everything about Ridge. How his dark hair curled at the nape of his neck when he needed a haircut. Steel blue eyes set against the hard lines of his face. Broad shoulders, thick chest, the way he held the steering wheel of his truck. God, she could see him, standing straight, thumbs hooked in his front jeans pockets, cowboy hat settled just right. The more vivid the image, the hotter she got.

A knock at the door snapped Tizzy from her daydream. She turned from the window, as Matron of Honor, Rayann Tatum, poked her head in. She was holding a large mug and offered it to Tizzy.

“Is he here?” Tizzy gasped, accepting the drink.

Rayann flipped her long blonde hair back and widened her green eyes. “Not yet.”

“He’s not coming.” Tizzy put the cup to her lips and took a big gulp. “Oh my God!

“Sorry, I should have warned you, that’s tequila, not punch.

Intrigued? So am I! Right now, this book is only available in print through Amazon, but Ann hopes that by September 20th, all formats will be available through Amazon, iBooks, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords. Look for updates on her website for firm dates.

About the Author

Creator of the White-Trash-Face-Lift, halter tops, and beer-bling bracelets, Ann Everett is a fourth generation Texan and award winning author.

Ann grew up in rural small town Brownsboro, which is where her Tizzy/Ridge trilogy takes place. When she was a young girl, she couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to live anywhere but Brownsboro. It’s just a spot in the road, but will always be near and dear to her heart.

For many years, Ann enjoyed doing stand-up comedy for businesses, corporations, and non-profit organizations.

Ann writes laugh-out-loud romance mysteries, with the perfect combination of Southern Sass and Texas Twang.

She lives on a small lake in Northeast Texas with her “current” husband of 45 years, where she’s busy adding to her line of White-Trash beauty and fashion, as well as working on a cookbook and her third novel.

Where to Find Ann Everett

Oh My! Monday at Sassy Vixen Publishing 9/10/12

Saturday Spotlight at Behind Closed Doors 9/15/12

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Enslaved and Enticed…Oh My!

Happy Labor Day to all and welcome back to Behind Closed Doors for Oh My! Monday. Today I’m excited to have a fellow Siren author with us. Tatum Throne’s newest release Stolen Moment(Enslaved and Enticed 1), is an erotic contemporary paranormal romance. It’s a quick read at just over 26,000 words but you will find out very quickly why it’s rated SEXTREME! If it were any longer, you just might find yourself in a puddle of molten flesh before you reached the final page.

Stolen Moment cover pic — On sale at Bookstrand now

Stolen Moment is Tatum’s fourth book with Siren and the first of the cursed series Enslaved and Enticed. Just reading the blurb has been wanting more…oh wait. I haven’t shared that with you yet. How rude of me. 😉 Without further adieu…

BLURB

Archaeologist Rylie Sawyer unknowingly unearthed a cursed pendant that seduces and kills. Desperate to keep others safe, Rylie plans on using her empathic abilities to steal the pendant back. The day of the heist, she discovers she isn’t the only one going after the pendant.

Trey Masters has secretly watched Rylie from afar for the last two years. He will stop at nothing to protect Rylie, even entrapping her with his abilities. All he needs to do now is keep her out of the game while his team acquires the pendant.

From the moment they meet they have an intense and otherworldly bond. Together, they must use their powers to destroy the pendant. Caught by the scars of the past year, Rylie knows she must trust Trey with her life. As the secrets Trey is keeping are revealed, will she trust the man she’s fallen hard for or run away?

Still not convinced? Well how about a scorching hot ADULT excerpt?

His mouth crushed over hers in a passionate kiss. She moaned as he used the cold cobblestone to hold her up. Trey’s hands came around to lift her legs around his waist. He smoothed his hands up her thighs and reached around to get a nice squeeze of her ass. Rylie twined her arms around his neck and kissed him fully. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and took control. He groaned.

A small part of her realized she was submitting to his touch and that burned. She was losing every part of her life she had control over.

He pulled his mouth away to nibble on her neck and scraped his teeth up over her earlobe. His heated breath whispered over her ear. “I’m going to make you mine.”

She shivered as his hand moved up her belly to squeeze her breast. He didn’t stop there. His hand stroked up the front of her neck, caressing her thrumming heartbeat. His thumb lifted her chin so that their eyes met. His lips brushed over hers, testing her boundaries. Her pussy clenched tightly. She wanted this and was frightened she would get it.

“Masters.”

“Fuck. I like it when you say my last name,” he growled.

She groaned as his cock pinned her to the wall, pushing her pussy lips open. He kissed her again. She could feel the throbbing beat of his cock as he worked her mouth over. Trey slid his hand down to the button on her jeans, flicking it open with an ease that spoke of experience. Her zipper flew south half a second later.

Rylie broke her mouth away as his hand smoothed over her satin bikinis. He rubbed fast circles over her clitoris, making it stand up and pulsate. She sucked in a harsh breath as his fingers pulled her panties aside and they were skin on skin. She wet his fingers as they dove between her lips in a gentle, erotic push.

He thumbed his way up over her nubbin, rolling it around with the pad of his thumb like a joystick. Rylie was getting close. She could feel her orgasm building to a frenzy. All of a sudden, Trey started to hold back. She was balanced on the edge.

“Open your eyes, Rylie. Look at me.”

Her eyes flew open and her nails dug into his rock hard shoulders. “Trey.”

“When was the last time a man got you off?”

Her foggy and sexed-up brain was slow to understand his question. “Um, you mean you don’t know? I thought you knew everything about me.”

“Answer me, Rylie. When was it?”

“College.”

He groaned. “Tell me you’ve been taking care of your sex.”

She chuckled, a deep, husky sound. “Wouldn’t you like to see that?”

“You have a sassy mouth when you’re aroused.”

“Do I?”

“Yes. Keep your eyes open. I want to see them dilate when you come.”

“You can’t make me.”

He stopped playing with her pussy to drive his point home. The loss of friction and more importantly, his kisses, made her realize how much she wanted Trey to touch her everywhere. She tried to move but he stopped her with a rough pinch to her ass that locked her body down tight to his. He licked and kissed his way down her neck and back up again. His eyes locked with hers.

“When we’re together, you’re mine. You’ll do everything and anything I want.”

He edged the knuckle of his forefinger up and locked her clit between his finger and thumb. She groaned as he emphasized his point by squeezing her clit. Pleasure exploded through her body. He rolled it tighter. Her core tightened and her pussy contracted hard.

“Eyes open,” he groaned.

His demand was an order she dared not refuse. Rylie cried out as her orgasm stole her breath away. She bit her lip as she held his gaze. The muscles in his face and body were flexed taut as he watched her go. There was something animalistic about the way he drank up every last drop of her reaction. The primal need to mate was a tribal beat vibrating between them.

Rylie squirmed, rocking her hips as he held her in his seductive grip, not releasing her clit at all. Her body wet more, causing his knuckles to slip back into her pussy.

Rylie was still riding the top note of her orgasm as he lifted her higher on his hips. He reached down with his other hand to pull the corners of her jeans aside as though he were opening a neatly wrapped gift. He reached in with both hands, grabbing the cotton band of her panties. She gasped as he gently tugged, slipping her panties into a reversed thong. He twisted the cotton into his fist while his fingers went exploring.

Didn’t I tell you? Now don’t tell me you don’t want to read more of Trey and Rylie’s story. So go ahead. Click on the book cover above and it will take you directly to the Siren Bookstrand webpage. There you can get your very own copy of Stolen Moment at a 10% discount through September 6th. Go ahead. We’ll wait for you.

I see you’re a little flushed. You’ve already started to read it haven’t you? Well, put your e-reader down a moment and let me introduce you to the author.

Tatum Throne has a master’s degree in social work. She left the field of medical social work to be a stay at home mom and to pursue her dreams of writing romance. She has three school aged boys with her husband, AJ, and two rowdy hamsters named Nibbler and CJ.

When not indulging her fantasies, Tatum enjoys baking chocolate chip cookies, hiking, spending time with her family, and spreading awareness of Eosinophilic Disorders. Tatum is a member of RWA and lives with her family in a tiny suburb of Cincinnati. Tatum loves hearing from her readers. You can reach her at the following links.

Email: tatumthrone@gmail.com

Thursday Thirteen from Lori King’s Fire of the Wolf

It’s Thursday once again and I’m happy to welcome Lori King to Behind Closed Doors today. This is the third guest appearance she’s done for me and my alter ego Lia Michaels completing a nice little circuit of hot and spicy interviews and excerpts from her book Fire of the Wolf. It’s actually the first in a series with the second one due for release in just a few months. Trust me. Once you read the snippets she’s shared with us here and on the other blogs, you will want to have this book as well as get in line to pre-order book two. I’ll be right there with you!

Lori King's cover — Available from Siren Bookstrand

Fire of the Wolf (The Gray Pack Book 1) By Lori King
Pages: 187
Publisher: Siren Bookstrand
Blurb:
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Tois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, HEA]
Introverted nurse Caroline Trainor’s apartment burns to the ground, and she is rescued by a sexy fireman. Waking up in the hospital, she finds the delicious fireman and his identical twin brother waiting for her.
Devin and Damon Gray claim that they are alpha leaders of a pack of werewolves, and that she is destined to be their mate. Her logical nature resists this unreal situation, but her body craves their every touch. Struggling with unresolved pain from her past and her need for her own identity, she has no desire to be their house wolf—until another wolf pack’s alpha threatens their lives and relationship with a challenge to the death.
Scared to lose the men she has grown to love like she lost her parents, she runs directly into the arms of the lethal alpha challenger, and the brothers must save her before they all wind up dead.
(Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.)

First Thirteen Sentences

Sweat trickled down her brow and into her eyes as Caroline belly crawled down the hallway as fast as her burning lungs would allow. The acrid smell of smoke made her nose run, and stinging tears spilled down her cheeks. She couldn’t give up and go back. She knew that Molly and Tyler were in the apartment down the hall from hers, and she had to get to them, had to help them.

When the smoke alarm in her apartment went off just minutes ago, Caroline nearly jumped out of her skin. She couldn’t smell the smoke until she opened her apartment door, and found the hallway outside filled with a thick black fog of it. Her mind flashed immediately to a smiling Tyler, who had been playing in the hallway just a couple of hours ago with a baseball and glove, waiting for her to come home from work so that he could show her that he lost another tooth. She had laughed and hugged him while she walked him to his apartment door, and waved a quick hello to his mom, Molly. Molly had invited her into the apartment for dinner, but after a twelve-hour shift at the hospital, Caroline just craved quiet.

She had unloaded her work bag, purse, and jacket just inside her apartment door, then she stripped her clothes off for a hot shower, only stopping on the way to snag a bottle of wine and a glass from her tiny kitchen. After a steaming hot shower to scald away the tension in her muscles, and a full glass of wine, she slipped on her comfiest yoga pants and tank top. Then she had settled onto the couch to watch her favorite Thursday-night TV programs.
Roughly sixty minutes later as she crawled for all she was worth, all Caroline could think about was Tyler and Molly trapped in their apartment and scared, or worse.

Now doesn’t that get your heart thumping? You have to get your own copy of this book to find out what happened to Caroline, Tyler and Molly. So click on the cover above and it will take you directly to Siren’s webpage where you can get Fire of the Wolf in any e-book format you need. Not sure what format your e-reader needs? Not a problem. There is an easy to follow help section on the site to help you purchase and download your copy today. And don’t forget book two, Reflections of the Wolf is due out in October 2012.

Find out more about Lori King and her books:

Adult excerpt from Fire of the Wolf

Oh My! Monday guest spot on Sassy Vixen

Author Spotlight on The House of Taboo

Lori’s Webpage

Facebook

Siren Bookstrand Author Page

Twitter

The Author Spotlight is on…Alexandra Anthony

Welcome back once again to Behind Closed Doors. Today I’m excited to welcome as my guest the author of The Vampire Destiny series, Alexandra Anthony. I had the pleasure of hosting her twice on my sister blog Sassy Vixen Publishing. This time we get to learn a bit more about her as an author and a little spoiler for her soon to be released Illusion (The Vampire Destiny #2). So grab your favorite beverage and join me in finding out a little more about Alexandra and her fabulous vampires. ~Tammy

Do your stories tend to be character driven or plot driven?

I think a little of both. I love my main character Stefan, and even though the story is written through Josie’s eyes, I tend to find myself writing the story to see the different sides of Stefan; his sentimental side, his cocky, arrogant side and his vampire bad-ass side!

Do you listen to music while writing? What kinds of music work best for you? Do different types of music help you for different types of scenes?

Absolutely! If I’m writing a more romantic scene, I tend to lean towards some of Maroon 5 (Never Gonna Leave This Bed, How) or Muse (Unintended). When I’m writing my more erotic, sexy scenes, I’m all about Madonna (Erotica), Fiona Apple (Criminal, Sleep to Dream) and Lenny Kravitz (If you can’t say no) and NIN (Closer).

Who is the heroine and what draws her to the hero?

Josephine (Josie) is my heroine. She is a psychic empath and has just found out that her entire life was a lie. She finds out who her true parents are, what she really is and how this information is going to change her life. Stefan is her fated love; the one person made for her and helps her as she overcomes the obstacles of her new life.

Who is the hero and what draws him to the heroine?

Stefan is my hero. He is a 975 year old vampire that also is psychic and had a vision of Josephine 200 years ago and he has been searching for his fated mate for two centuries. He’s Scandanavian, incredibly handsome and is quick-witted, intelligent and wise. He’s drawn to Josie because of her beauty and the fact he knows they are fated to be together, like two halves of a whole.

Is there a villain? Who is he?

There is a villain. Actually, there are a few characters that are going to cause Stefan and Josie issues, but that’s another story… Without giving away too much of Book 2, it’s someone close to Josie that you normally wouldn’t expect to be the bad guy. He wants her for her abilities and for what she knows, and if he can’t have her, no one can.

Is this book part of a series?

Yes! I’m currently working on Book 2 in The Vampire Destiny Series called ‘Illusion’. It should be out in September 2012.

How many books do you anticipate having in this series?

As long as the ideas keep flowing, I see no limit! I already have 4 loosely plotted out, so the opportunities for Stefan and Josie are limitless!

Thank you once again for joining us today, Alexandra! Now on to what our visitors have been waiting for…the HOT EXCERPT! Oh and let’s not forget about the sneak peek at part two of Stefan and Josephine’s love story.

Adult Excerpt from Fated (The Vampire Destiny #1)

The feel of fingers trailing up my legs, soft and cool stirred me out of my sleep. Stretching, I opened my eyes to see a very naked Stefan stretched out beside me on the bed like a giant lion, his eyes and hands focused on my exposed legs.

I couldn’t resist just staring at him for a moment, noticing all the little things I’d missed last night. His flawless skin was stretched taut across his cheekbones and his nose was slightly crooked. His lower lip was slightly fuller than the top and currently his teeth were biting into it, as if the task at hand required all of his concentration. His golden blond hair had fallen over his forehead, shielding his eyes. My attention focused on the dip between his collarbones and I suddenly had the urge to put my mouth there. Or possibly my tongue.

“Someone is awake.” Stefan’s voice jerked me from my thoughts. He lifted his head and smiled slyly at me. I sleepily smiled back, stretching like a cat.

“Hey. You’re back already,” I murmured, my head still thick with sleep. Running my fingers over the skin on his arm, I lightly scratched him with my fingernails and watched as his eyes flickered from the sensation.

“I could not stay away for long. You have made me an addict and I can only think of you,” He replied, lowering his head to brush his lips against the skin on my legs. “You have on too many clothes.”

My body jolted, going from groggy to wide awake in the matter of seconds. Desire slowly spread over my body and wetness began to flood between my legs. He noticed my arousal and he blurred into action.

He yanked the sheet away from the rest of my body, eying my tank top and boycut shorts with displeasure. He pulled the shorts off of me with one swift tug and his hands moved up my body to slowly roll the tank top over my breasts and head, tossing it across the room. He reclined on his side next to me, his muscles flexing as his fingers drifted around the circle of my breast, sliding down my stomach to the swell of my hips. His head leaned down to pull my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it until it pebbled tautly. A delightful shiver of wanting ran through me as his mouth moved to the other, repeating the sensual dance.

“What should I do with you? There are so many choices.” Stefan looked me over seductively and a tiny moan escaped from my lips. He spread my legs open wide, his fingers rubbing against my clit and spreading the wetness over my folds.

“I could do this.” Two long fingers disappeared inside of my wet pussy, slowly slipping in and out, his darkened eyes fixed on my face as he watched me writhe from his touch. I let out a sharp gasp as he slowly continued his ministrations, his movements deliberate and determined.

“Oh god. Don’t stop.” I whimpered, clutching his muscular arms with my hands. I heard his ragged sigh of satisfaction from my response. He lowered his mouth to my neck and his lips moved down my throat, his tongue cool and wet against my heated skin.

“Never,” Stefan whispered. My hips frantically rocked against his hand, his fingers stroking and curling inside of me while his thumb rubbed tight circles around my clit. My inner walls clenched around them and I boldly cried out in pleasure, begging for his cock.

Even though he was the one that had mentioned addiction, my need for him was like a drug running through my veins. I didn’t care about anything right now except wanting more of him.

“You never have to beg,” Stefan murmured, his voice deep and raspy. He moved between my thighs and my leg wrapped around him, guiding him to me. With one quick thrust he buried himself inside of me, his hips thrusting slowly as he lowered his body against mine, my aching nipples pressing against the hardness of his chest.

He sucked my lower lip into his mouth, nipped it with his teeth, then closed his mouth hard over mine. My other leg moved to wrap around his hips and a growl rumbled in his chest, hissing as his cock slipped deeper inside of me, our bodies moving together in a frantic rhythm.

He raised his mouth from mine and gazed into my eyes. “Josephine.” His soft lips descended down my neck, his tongue swirling over the pulsing hollow at the base of my throat.

A broken sob escaped my lips as he continued to plunge into me, filling me with full, heavy strokes. He lowered his mouth to my breast, his tongue circling my nipple and his sharp fangs scraping lightly against my skin.

“Fuck, Stefan…bite,” I wailed hoarsely. The speed of his thrusts slowed for a moment as he raised his hooded eyes search mine. “Do it!”

Stefan eyes locked with mine as his lips closed over my right nipple. I cried out when his fangs sank into my breast, the sting painfully exquisite. I exploded into a million pieces around him as he drank from me, my climax triggering his own. He shuddered as he emptied inside of me, his hips thrusting erratically as he rode out his orgasm. I clung to him desperately until he stilled against me and retracted his fangs from my breast.

He fell to my side and pulled me with him so we were facing each other. His lips hovered over mine, his breath cool against my face. I kissed his lips, his chin and down his neck lazily. He hugged me tightly, nudging his head against mine like a cuddly, dangerous cat.

We were lying in a tangled heap of arms and legs on the bed. My hands were absently stroking patterns on his muscular back, smiling as I felt the muscles ripple underneath the movement of my fingers. Closing my eyes, I snuggled against him and marveled at how he felt against my skin, cool and like velvet-covered steel.

His voice was quiet and distant when he finally spoke. “I broke my promise. I said we would not do this again until we talked.”

“Yeah, it was horrible how you took advantage of me like that,” I said sarcastically. ”It’s not like I put up any kind of fight,” I murmured, running my nose against the soft skin of his neck.

Stefan smiled against my temple, then placed a light kiss in its place. I closed my eyes and tightened my arms around him, mentally willing him to stay. I didn’t want whatever we had to end.

“Josephine, I do not want this to end,” Stefan whispered against my face. He pressed light kisses along my cheekbone and sighed with contentment.

Shocked at his similar words, I turned my head to look at him and felt my face soften into a smile when I saw the honesty shining in his eyes. I moved a shaky hand up to stroke his face, the slight stubble scratching the tips of my fingers.

Prologue from Illusion (The Vampire Destiny #2)

I could only stand by helpless as I watched Josephine collapsed against me, her fragile mind overloaded with information. She had learned too much too soon and she was stronger than most humans. Yet even the strongest people had their breaking point. My beloved had found hers today when she found out her long lost father was a vampire. And not just any vampire; he was one of the most powerful vampires in the world.

Carrying her to one of the sofas, I placed her gently against the overstuffed leather. Her reddish-blond hair fanned around her head like a halo, her long eyelashes casting a shadow over her prominent cheekbones. Unable to stop myself, I leaned and pressed my lips against hers.

“Come back to me, vackra. I need you,” I whispered against her unresponsive lips. They were warm and pliable, soft pink and irresistible to me. I would sit by her forever if that is what it would take to get her back. I tried to read her thoughts but they were blocked by a blackness that shrouded her mind, protecting her from the events of the day.

“You love my daughter,” Kian stated simply. He sat down on the arm of the sofa and clasped his hands together in his lap. I had forgotten that we were not alone.

“Yes.”

“I have watched you for centuries as you searched for her. Many would have given up, yet you never faltered. It’s admirable,” he said. His green eyes, so much like Josephine’s, traveled over his daughters face. His eyes shifted to me, a wry smile on his face.

“She is my fated. I had no choice,” I said. Reaching for her small hand, I enveloped it in my much larger grasp. Expecting to feel her squeeze my hand in response, I was again surprised to feel it slack against mine. My eyes swept over her, silently musing that if not for the steady rise and fall of her chest and strum of her heartbeat, she looked like a vampire in rest.

“She is immortal, Stefan. She is also partly human. Eventually she would have stopped aging. Your blood and influence will speed up the process. She will forever be as she is now,” Kian said, reaching to stroke her hair. “I could not ask for a better vampire to protect her, Stefan.”

Drawing an unnecessary breath, I hesitated for a moment. “You said she is immortal. I will not need to change her?” It would be a relief to know I would not have to kill her to be have an eternity with her. It also explained the questions that lingered in my mind and explained why I had the vision of her when humans were a blank to me. Since she was as much vampire as she was human, I could see parts of her future.

“She is still human. She could still die a human death. At some point, you will have to change her. I’m sorry.” Kian stood and rested his hand on my shoulder for a moment. “You have been a faithful servant of the Board and Council for centuries. You will do what you think is right. When she wakes, I want to speak to her. And that is not a request.”

I watched his compact form leave the room, leaving me alone with her. Hours blended together as I sat at her side, willing her back to me. I spoke quietly to her, hoping that the sound of my voice would be enough to bring her back to me.

“Stefan.”

Tensing at Sofia’s voice, I did not turn and acknowledge her entrance into the room. She was an unwelcome annoyance. “Sofia. Now is not the time to annoy me. Find someone else to bother,” I growled in response. She had been a willing bedmate over two centuries ago. I had not touched since my vision of Josephine 200 years ago, yet she never tired of trying to convince me that she was still willing to pick up where we left off.

“Is that any way to greet me, Stefan?” She purred. I could feel her eyes sweeping over my body like eager fingers.

“Explain what you were expecting, Sofia. For me to fuck you? Hardly.” I scoffed and glanced at her over my shoulder. She was beautiful with her long dark hair and black eyes, however her good looks meant nothing to me now. My words angered her and I watched as her eyes darkened with undisguised fury.

“Leave her and come with me. We were so good together. She is nothing but a mere human. She cannot satisfy you as I can. Don’t you remember, Stefan?” Sofia’s voice was a seductive whisper as she crossed the room to stand behind me. “Remember what we had… what we can have again.”

My eyes closed for a moment and I swallowed back the rage that I felt building inside of me as I listened to her mindless chatter. My mind filtered through memories of myself with her, like looking through a catalog. She was simply a willing body to fuck. I longed to rip Sofia apart, limb by limb. To see her suffer at my hands would be satisfying.

“That was 250 years ago, Sofia. You were at best a meaningless fuck,” I replied quietly. My eyes reopened and I reached to brush Josephine’s hair back from her face. My fingers traced the curve of her cheek and brushed against the swell of her full lips. All those years of anonymous bodies and forgettable mouths… they were all insignificant in comparison to her. She was now my salvation and my reason to exist.

“Look at you, Stefan. She’s making you weak.” Her heavily accented voice was filled with disdain. She stepped closer and rested a perfectly manicured hand on my shoulder.

Gripping her hand, I rose to my feet and twisted her arm behind her back and pulled her against my chest. My fangs dropped as I pulled her arm, threatening to dislocate her shoulder. She struggled weakly against me as she tried to free herself from my grasp. Leaning to whisper in her ear, my voice came out like a growl. “Know that I would rather be seen as weak than ever fuck you again, Sofia.” I pushed her away and watched her stumble to her knees. She turned to face me, her fangs bared as she looked up at me.

“I’ll tell your precious Josie that we fucked. How do you think she’ll react to that, Stefan?”

Blurring to her side, I had her by her throat before she could react. She clawed against me as I raised her off the ground with one arm, my hand tightening around her neck. “You will do no such thing, Sofia. One more word from you and I. will. end. you. Are we clear?”

She managed to weakly nod. I continued to tighten my grip, enjoying her escalating fear. It would only take one more squeeze to snap her neck. My hand constricted and I felt the tendons in her neck tense under the increasing pressure.

I can’t wait to read it! It’s scheduled tentatively come out in September, less than two months away. 😉 Find out more about Alexandra and her work at the following links. Happy reading and Blessed be.

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With Love Valentine’s Day Blog…day two!

Welcome back to day two of this fabulous blog hop! If you are just joining us today, make sure that you go back to yesterday’s post and leave a comment there too. Each day that you leave a comment you will be entered to win a print copy of my book of poetry Follow Me: Poetry from the Heart and Soul and a hand crafted heart necklace. I posted a picture of what the necklace will look like with yesterday’s post.

I am one of over 260 participants in this hop, so make sure you check out the other sites and get yourself in the running for the other great prizes being offered.

Now for today’s post…

This is an excerpt from my work in progress The First Borne (The Kayne Legacy 1). Here we find Michael Kayne and Abigail Matthews alone in their hotel room after a long day of celebration at the High Court of the Fae. The night before was Michael’s fortieth birthday when he accepted the family legacy from his grandfather. Only the first borne in each generation is eligible for the full legacy: to become Vampire and protect the essence of the Tree of Life. The other guardian of the essence has to be a Fae as commanded by Lady Fate. Abigail as it turns out is Fae and Michael’s chosen mate.

“I’m still overwhelmed by it all, Michael. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would have sworn it was all make believe or just a dream.” Abigail sat down on the edge of the bed, thoroughly exhausted after the day at Court. Not only did she finally meet her birth mother, but she was introduced to the High Court of the Fae as the next in line for the thrown.

Michael knelt on the floor next to the bed and looked into her flushed face. “As my grandmother told you, as soon as the clock struck midnight on my fortieth birthday, all would be revealed to you. I’ve known what my path would be my entire life, but standing next to you during tonight’s ceremony was more than a bit surreal for me too.”

“Vampires, fairies, damphyr, witches and warlocks all there and so many more beings represented that I thought were all make believe. I’ve always been drawn to their stories and maybe that’s why I wanted to become a writer, but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be living those fantasies.” She brushed her fingertips along Michael’s stubbly chin. “Here I am, falling in love with a man who chose to become an immortal, a vampire.”

Michael smiled at his fiancé of just four hours. “You have had my heart from the moment you appeared to me in my dreams. I didn’t know who you were, but I knew I wanted to spend forever with you if you would have me. Together we can strengthen the bond between the Fae and the Vampires and continue to protect the essence of the Tree of Life.” He reached down to slip off her diamond and ruby studded heels from her feet. The skirt of the silver gown she wore eased up her legs as Michaels hands moved from her feet, toward her knees.

Abigail’s breath caught in her throat. This is what she had wanted from the moment she walked into his office and found out they were destined to be together. Funny how she had a harder time believing that then the fact she was Fae and Michael was the multiple great grandson of Cain and Lilith. All doubts slipped from her mind during the week they spent together doing the interviews about his family and foundation. She slipped his jacket from his shoulders as she leaned forward to brush his lips with her own, softly at first, but then with more need. Her tongue slipped between his lips, teasing and sliding over his, eliciting a soft moan from deep in his chest.

He broke the kiss and searched her face, his gray eyes glistening. “Honey, if we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to control myself like before.” Abigail knew he was referring to the fact he was now a full-fledged vampire and needed to be with his mate. “Being this close to you, and not—“

“Taking what is rightfully yours?” She smiled and felt his body relax in her arms. “If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t be alone with you. I need you just as much as you need me.”

Michael slowly stood up, never taking his eyes from hers, and pulled her up to stand in front of him. Her hands trembled slightly as she unbuttoned the vest of his tuxedo and then his shirt. He reached up and tugged the ruby combs from her hair, letting the curls fall free. His mouth found hers again as his fingers eased the zipper of her gown down her back, past her waist, to the top of her ass. Sliding his hand inside the gown he encountered her soft bare skin, warm and inviting. “Aren’t we a bit, naughty? Showing up in Court today commando?” He chucked against her ear, giving it a little nip before sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The silk and lace slipped down her curves to settle on the floor with a soft whisper.

Abigail disengaged from his arms and knelt on the bed once again. “You know, there’s nothing like the feel of silk against bare skin. The dress fit my body like a glove. It just didn’t feel right having something else on underneath it.” She reached for him and Michael joined her on the bed, easing her back onto the pillows, trailing kisses down her neck as they went. “I take that back. Skin on skin feels pretty fucking good too!”

Michael winked and flicked her right nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. “Nothing else you can think of feels great against your skin?” A gasp escaped from her lips before she could control herself. His left hand trailed down her abdomen to the top of her pussy. Her juices were already flowing out of her, coating her inner thighs. She lifted her hips up to meet his fingertips as they grazed her swollen clit.

Abigail’s fingers entwined in his hair as she gently urged his mouth over to her left breast. “I’m not sure. I think I need more research.”

“Hmm. I like how your mind works, sweetheart.” He nipped, licked, and kissed his way down to settle between her thighs, spreading them a bit wider before dipping his tongue between her outer lips. Abigail’s legs quivered as the heat spread through her body. Her need for him was growing to the point of pain, but she didn’t want him to stop.

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Her scent was making him dizzy, but the taste of her drove him wild with need to take her and make her his bride tonight. He slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy. Abigail’s inner muscles immediately grabbed on and pulled him in deeper. His middle finger teased and feathered her sweet spot, making her pant and squirm under him.

“Yes, there!” Her hips snapped up toward him and his hand was immediately coated with another rush of her cum. Her entire body shook violently as her orgasm raced through her from head to toe. Michael’s cock responded to every moan and sigh, throbbing and bouncing to be deep inside her.

He slid up her flushed body, staring deep into her eyes and knowing she was his now and forever. Abigail wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her fully in one hard thrust, filling her completely. Her pussy clenched hard around his shaft, taking him all the way in. Her nails slid down his back sending him over the edge. Michael pumped harder, his balls slapping against her ass each time he buried himself to the hilt into her cunt.

The sight of Abigail’s tits bouncing wildly between their bodies, the feel of her skin against his, and the wild and fruity scent coming off her in waves, finally broke down the last barrier Michael had set up around his heart. With a low growl he fucked her harder and faster as he let go, joining her in another orgasm. Before he realized what was happening, his lips were at her neck. His fangs extended and pierced her skin just as he erupted deep inside her.

Abigail’s arms wrapped around his body and held him tight as he began to drink from her. Her voice was only a hoarse whisper at this point. “Don’t stop, Michael. All that I am and all that I will be belongs to you.”

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A VISIT TO NOWHERE ARIZONA WITH LEANORE ELLIOTT

Welcome to Behind Closed Doors to today’s guest author Leanore Elliott. Let’s travel with her to Nowhere, Arizona for some sizzling hot romance…

“Big deals and power suits was the life of Madeline Sayers. No love. No color. No life. Out of the ashes of a dying mothers’ last request, she finds herself in the middle of nowhere. Nowhere, Arizona, that is. On her simple quest to return an item, she finds herself stuck in the desert. Out of the blistering heat of the sun, she sees Devon. Although in her eyes he is truly magnificent, she fears him. Will he make her tear down the walls that she had built around herself? The seduction is hot and the colors are bright in Nowhere.”“Aquatica Reviews”

Just imagine, you are a driven girl for success and power in a man’s world. But you’ve never longed for anything sensual or seductive and you never knew what was inside of you, until you meet someone who turns you inside out.

“Ever ridden bareback?” He grinned down at her.

His smile elicited more shivers. “I’ve never ridden at all.”

“There are a whole lot of things you’ve never done.” He reached out to her. “How about we start with this?”

Madeline puzzled at his bold opinions while looking at his outstretched hand.

“Afraid?” he taunted

Watch Out For The Aphrodisiac Lightning Pool…

“Yep, you’re afraid of me.”

“What?”

You heard me.”

She balled her hands into fists at her sides. “Screw you! I don’t even know you, let alone…” Her words halted as he stood up in the water and stepped from the pool. Oh, dear God, he’s magnificent!

“Remove your clothes and join me, or I will remove them for you.” His eyes locked with hers.

“No one tells me—“

Cutting her reply off, he reached out and lifted her to his wet body. “I won’t repeat it.”

Madeline gazed into his eyes, mesmerized by the intensity of his words. He released her and stood back. Drawing in a breath, she tugged her T-shirt up and over her head.

When Seduction Is Not Enough….

She drew in a breath. “So, what are you going to do?”

“Seduce you.”

“That would be way too easy for you.” Madeline grinned up at him. “You already know I want you.”

Devon tilted his head at her. “But that’s not enough for me.”

“What would be enough?”

“I want all of you.”

Seduction Then, Turns The Tables…

He hit the water with his hand. “You have never listened!” The voice sounded like Devon’s, but his skin grew darker and his muscles rippled in a strange way.

At the surreal transformation, she sat stunned on the ledge.

“You are not afraid?” His voice sounded strange as he glared at her.

She held steady, but her heart pounded in her ears. “No.”

Reaching out, he lifted her and raised her high. “You will be.” He gave her a chilling smile and stepped out of the pool, carrying her through the cave opening. He headed for the table, setting her in front of it. “You should have listened.” His words sounded clipped and thick.

Now You Meet The Sunset Warrior …

He stood with a towering height. A proud and impressive male, surging muscles bulged from his gleaming, broad shoulders. His bronze skin appeared sleek and deliciously smooth in the low light of the cave. His lean abdominal muscles rippled under the glow of the torches.

Madeline continued to stare at his physique and experienced an unwanted flushing, which coursed through her body. A savage Adonis stood on front of her, possessing an unbridled power to administer both pleasure and pain. Savage confidence emanated from his hunter-like stance. The dark slate color of his glinting eyes reflected an austere rage. He was Devon, but not the same Devon.

He applied his hot tongue to her tender skin. Her whole body shivered as he opened her folds with his fingers, placing his warm lips over her exposed clit.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

Sliding his hot, moist tongue over her with a rapid motion, he tilted her hips and spread her pussy open wider, his rigid, searing tongue plunging inside of her.

I want him to do it more! I need it! Her body shook terribly. No! Madeline fought her own body’s reaction, tossing her head back and forth while his tongue propulsion grew more rapid and the throbbing became a living bliss. Her leg muscles stiffened as she fought her body’s compelling need to give in to the heated, erotic assault. She inevitably lost the battle to resist as her body spasmed and her thigh muscles tightened. The heady orgasm rippled through her body and the room spun around her.

The satisfied brave withdrew his victorious, probing tongue and watched her climax. His intense gaze elicited a lurid wave of fascination in Madeline. An instinctive connection sparked in her consciousness, as if his eyes willed her to free her sensual being, willing her to give in to true ecstasy.

His warm, wet mouth latched onto her nipple, his skillful tongue circling her tender, aching nerve endings. The brave began his pointedly decadent oral journey with a slow taunting of sweeping licks and nibbles. Increasing the pace of his nipple teasing, he suckled harder and tugged gently at her rosy peak with his teeth.

“Ohh!” she mumbled with a helpless shudder.

And The Warrior Wants More Than Devon wanted…

Lifting her away from the wall by her hips, he shoved his hard, pulsing cock into her.

Madeline’s gasps grew loud in the cave as she leaned her body closer to him and rubbed her breasts across his bare chest. He pumped into her repeatedly, with a powerful intensity while tilting her hips forward for maximum penetration.

The absolute wave of rapturous splendor crashed over her, pulsating its way through her fevered body, and she escalated into a full orgasm. Her nipples pinched and ached for his touch, his mouth. Desperate for anything he wanted to do, she wanted to feel it all.

He studied the needy anxious expression on her face.

“Please!” At her plea, he lowered his mouth and sucked on one nipple while he pinched the other with his strong fingers. Harder! She screamed in her mind, and he tweaked them with a gentle twisting. Deeper, I need more of you!

She closed her eyes while imprisoned by the grip of the longest, most torturing orgasm of her life. Colors burst behind her closed eyes, and her body helplessly flushed hot and cold all over. With feverish greed, she tilted her hips forward to get more from the powerful pounding, thrusting back with an aggressive, rapid motion, losing control completely. Her orgasm finally slowed, and she vigorously panted from the intense ecstasy that entrapped her.

The brave adjusted his pace to her spiraling descent from ecstatic madness and ground into her with a slower, more soothing rhythm. Sweet relief washed over her as her body relaxed and she calmed. What is happening? Dizzy with satisfaction, she marveled at the splendid rapture while her lungs struggled for air.

His body tensed, and she jumped when the heat of his cum flowed into her. An exquisite burning fire swept through her limbs like the sharp scrape at the lighting of a match, igniting her entire body as it responded to his ejaculation. She helplessly reacted with yet another orgasm. “Ahh!” A euphoric jolt of astonishment bolted through her.

“My woman now,” he announced with a victorious tone, grasping her ass and squeezing her bare cheeks, tugging her closer to his hips.

The squeezing enhanced her orgasm while moisture seeped from her with an encompassing gratification and Madeline shuddered. “Yes,” she huffed breathlessly as her fifth climax peaked. “Yes!”

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