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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

Lies, Betrayal, Heartbreak, Oh MY!

I’ve never been too fond of Mondays until I started up Oh My! Mondays to showcase steamy hot excerpts from some fantastic authors. This week I’m thrilled to welcome back to Behind Closed Doors, my friend and fellow Siren author, Amber Lea Easton. Today she’s sharing an excerpt that will melt your panties off and leave you begging for more. Would you risk it all for a chance to get your happily ever after or are you the type who is afraid to take any chances at all? Let’s see what Amber has to say about taking risks…

Riptide cover — Available now from Bookstrand

Risk: a word that terrifies some people. Artists take risks when they put their heart on display for the world to judge. Policemen, firefighters, and military take risks when they rush in when we’re rushing out.
We human beings take risks all the time whether we’re conscious of it or not–when we decide to call the guy back, make eye contact with that hottie we’ve been daydreaming about for weeks, quit our jobs for something better, leave a relationship that’s comfortable for the unknown, buy that dress that’s more seductive than our “usual style” or reinvent ourselves so we can live the life we’ve always dreamed. All of those are risks that may not be life-threatening, but can certainly feel like it.
In Riptide, my hero and heroine have learned the hard way that people lie, that betrayal is too easy for some, but they risk being hurt again when they open their hearts to one another.
That’s what love is about…trusting one other person with your raw and open heart, letting go of the fear of rejection for that adrenaline rush, breaking down the walls that protect you, and risking it all for your chance at happily ever after. It’s not easy ..but, as they saying goes, nothing worthwhile ever is.

Blurb from Riptide

One violent night shatters Lauren Biltmore’s life. As an anchorwoman, she’s accustomed to reporting the news rather than being the lead story. She escapes the spotlight by fleeing to her brother’s home in the Cayman Islands. Haunted by nightmares, all she wants is a distraction from reality.

Distraction arrives via sexy screenwriter Noah Reynolds. His take-me-to-bed looks mask a past ripe with scandal. He knows he should stay away from Lauren, especially when the worst night of her life unlocks his writer’s block and while he’s dealing with a stalker of his own, but ethics are his weakness.

Attraction sizzles beneath Caribbean sunshine. As their relationship grows, Noah’s stalker intensifies her torment. Lauren wonders if her paranoia is justified or a carryover from her past. What’s real? What’s imagined?

Tentative trust is tested as their love is swept up against a riptide of deceit, murder, and revenge.

Adult Excerpt

“Hey, sexy lady.” He sat behind her, pulled her between his legs and rested his chin on her shoulder. “What do you think of my boat now?”

She sipped her wine before tilting her head to look at him. “There’s more to it than meets the eye, kind of like the captain.”

“Captain, huh?” He moved her hair and kissed the back of her neck. “I don’t suppose I could get you to call me sir for a few hours?”

“Oh, I see what your game is.” She laughed and leaned her head back to allow him easier access to her neck. “Whatever you say, sir. Your boat, your rules.”

“Good answer.” His mouth toyed with her earlobe. “I like having you all to myself. Seems like we’re always interrupted at the house.”

She twisted her head to look him in the eye. “Are you thinking about the house?”

“Not right now.” He brushed her hair from her face. Damn, she was beautiful.

He kissed her neck. She tasted like salt air and citrus. He unzipped her dress and smoothed his hands over her bare back. When his fingers slipped over her ribs, he heard her sharp intake of breath. Smiling against her neck, he moved his hands over her breasts. Squeezed. His mouth toyed with her ear. He liked the way her breasts filled his hands perfectly, as if they were made for him.

He kissed the line of her jaw as his hands slid over her flat abdomen. He felt the scar and traced it with his thumbs before sliding his hands back over her breasts.

Her hand gripped the back of his head as she ground her lips against his. Her mouth was wet and urgent beneath his, her tongue insistent.

He pulled the dress from her shoulders before pushing her down. Dragging his mouth from hers, he raised up enough to look down at her bare torso. Stunned by the intensity of emotion that flooded through him, he buried his face between her breasts and pinned her wrists against her sides.

Wine spilled. Both the bottle and glasses rolled toward the edge.

His mouth made love to first one breast and then the other. He savored every inch of her skin. She squirmed beneath him, but he refused to release her wrists. She needed to surrender, to enjoy being worshipped.

“Noah, please,” she said, her squirming making him insane with desire. “I need you inside me. Please. You’re torturing me.”

He slid down, his teeth pulled at the silky material of her panties. He released her wrists and moved his hands over her naked torso as his teeth worked her panties lower over her hips.

“Damn it, Noah. You’re killing me.”

He smiled against her hipbone. “Relax. We’re gonna get there.”

He pulled her panties and her dress from her legs and tossed them aside without looking away from her body. He ran his hands up her long legs, kissed the inside of her knees, licked the inside of her thighs, tasted the center of her, felt her body contract around his fingers as he slid them inside her. Wet and hot, she tasted sweet and intoxicating.

Her body arched beneath his mouth. Her hands were in his hair. She moaned his name over and over.

He kissed a trail over her abdomen, lingered again on her breasts, moved to her neck before merging his mouth with hers. She pulled his shirt off of his shoulders while he fumbled with the zipper of his shorts with one hand. Muttering something against his mouth, she pushed hard until he rolled onto his back, taking her with him.

She bent over him, hair trailing across his face as she kissed his neck and chest. Her hands pulled his shorts low, reached for his penis before her tongue licked the tip. He rolled his head back and gasped for air.

“Condom in my pocket,” he said between gritted teeth.

She knelt over him, hair blowing across her face as she rummaged in the pocket of his shorts for the condom.

“Give it here.” Propped on an elbow, he grabbed the package and ripped it open. Damn, he needed to be inside this woman with an urgency he hadn’t felt in years—if ever. The need pulsated through his veins and reverberated in his ears.

And then she was on him, rocking, hair blowing across her face, hands pressing against his chest, breasts moving with her rhythm, body silhouetted by stars in a night sky. She looked like a sea goddess having her way with him. He grabbed her waist and ground his hips against hers. She leaned over and kissed him with an urgency that shook him like an earthquake.

He rolled her back over and thrust into her again and again, needing to go deep. They were a tangle of limbs as their bodies merged in a desperate dance. Mouths found one another. Breath caught between them. When he climaxed, he let out a shout. She laughed—breathless—her nails scratching down his back.

“I can’t get enough of you.” Her breath brushed against the sweat of his neck.

“I know what you mean.” He muttered against the top of her head. “Damn, I want to do that again.” He kissed her forehead. “And again.” He kissed her lips and lingered. “And again.”

“Stay inside me. Don’t move.” She fisted her hands in his hair and looked him in the eye. “I think my dress blew overboard.”

He laughed, enjoying the feel of her legs still wrapped around him. “Do you care?”

“Not even a little bit.” She kissed him, eyes wide open.

He held her head close and looked into her eyes. Despite everything—her history, the note on his door, the mess he was in, her pain from the past and uncertainty about the future—she was brave enough to be here with him naked on the bow of his boat surrounded by deep water and darkness.

“I was right that day at The Lazy Turtle when I said you were dangerous,” he said against her lips. “You’re the most dangerous woman I’ve ever met.”

Didn’t I tell you? Melted your panties off didn’t it? (fanning self) Want a bit more of Riptide? Check out the video trailer. Buckle up! This will knock you off your feet!

Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published fiction and nonfiction author. For twenty years, she’s worked in the fields of journalism and advertising with a brief detour into the financial industry. Although she holds a BA in Communications & Journalism, she is a perpetual student of life who enjoys taking post-graduate courses on a wide variety of subjects when time allows. Smart is sexy, according to Easton, which is why she writes about strong female characters who have their flaws and challenges, but who ultimately persevere.
Easton currently lives with her two teenagers in the Colorado Rocky Mountains where she gives thanks daily for the gorgeous view outside her window. She finds inspiration from traveling, the people she meets, nature and life’s twists and turns. At the end of the day, as long as she’s writing, she considers herself to be simply “a lucky lady liv’n the dream.”

Where to find Amber and Riptide

Siren Bookstrand

Amber’s Website

Facebook

Guest spot on The House of Taboo

Thank you for sharing with us today, Amber! For those of you who want another look at Riptide, head over to my sister blog Sassy Vixen Publishing on August 9th when she shares the first thirteen sentences of the book. And yeah…they are SMOKIN’! See ya there! ~Tammy

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.

AMAZON

SMASHWORDS

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Suspect Infidelity? It’s Balls to the Wall time…Oh My! with author May Water

Once again, I’m happy to welcome back to Behind Closed Doors fellow Siren author May Water. Just yesterday, her latest book was released. Balls to the Wall Detectives, Inc is an erotic alternative romance that grabs you right from the first sentence and never lets go! At the heart of it, it follows Marley Winters as she hunts down cheating partners and either helps them get back with their loves, or nails them to the wall for their infidelity. It’s a very interesting topic to cover in a romance novel. Not that there aren’t cheating partners, but how often do you come upon a private investigator who not only goes after the “cheater” but tries to help them mend their relationships as well? So why this topic? May responds:

While infidelity runs rampant in our society, with about half of all marriages dealing with it directly, you can avoid the likelihood of it ever happening. “It takes meeting several emotional needs at once,” says Dr. Willard F. Harley, Jr., author of several books on the subject and founder of marriage counseling center, Marriage Builders. When most reveal that sex isn’t what drives the affair Harley agrees it’s absolutely true, citing the lack of a romantic relationship causing many to seek others to fulfill their emotional needs.

“There are really four emotional needs that are primarily romantic: affection, intimate conversation, recreational companionship and sexual fulfillment,” says Harley. “If you have a romantic relationship in your own marriage, an affair is much easier to resist.” If you suspect your spouse might be doing something unsavory, Harley feels you have every right to investigate, whether by installing tracking software on the computer or even hiring a private investigator. If anything is found, Harley advises saving the evidence for the confrontation. “A husband and wife should be so transparent that any effort on the part of one to look at what the other is doing should never be considered off limits.”

I agree wholeheartedly! Having been through a divorce and now remarriage, I can fully attest to the fact that if you are missing any of the four emotional needs mentioned above, you become one very unhappy person. You begin to doubt yourself and your self esteem plummets. What happens when you have all four? Well, you have found your soul mate. It’s as simple as that.

What about cybersex? Is that cheating or just “harmless fun?” May’s heroine Marly Winters (dontcha just love that name?) has a few ideas about that. Here’s the blurb and an excerpt from Balls to the Wall Detectives, Inc. Let May know what you think about her new story, and better yet, go out and get your own copy today while it’s still at a special price! Currently it’s only available through our publisher Siren Bookstrand. Click on the cover of her book above and it will take you right to her page!

Blurb

Is cyber sex cheating real? Marly thinks it’s nothing a little BDSM can’t cure. Those naughty boys will wish they never touched a mouse. Marly can whip couples back between each other’s arms and legs. Or simply nail his cheating balls to the wall. Either way: bad boys beware.

Her detective agency hunts down cheating partners, delivering not only evidence, but a remedy for what ails these couples: hot, sexual abandon. Her role as sex vigilante causes a brush with the law though. She’s crafty but can she get her ass out of that sling?

Despite her tough shell Marly unexpectedly finds love amidst the whips and chains. She really wants love, yet our heroine has loads of heartache to heal. Which one will help lick her wounds? Sweet younger Katie softens her spirit. Quirky lovable Jock literally knocks her off her feet. Can either one tame our excitable girl?

ADULT Excerpt

“Oh god yes,” Marly panted as she pinned Katie against the wall and ground into her. Both of them had to restrain themselves the entire half-mile walk back from the mall. They had barely made it up the elevator and into her dark apartment.

“I’m so fucking wet,” Katie whispered, nibbling Marly’s neck. When she licked the length of her throat, Marly moaned, unable to remember the last time she was that sexually excited.

“Me, too,” she panted, her mouth finding Katie’s again in the darkness. When their lips parted Marly whispered in her ear, “I wanna fuck you.”

“Do it,” Katie responded quickly. Marly backed away from her slightly, her hand caressing one of Katie’s breasts. Her eyes had acclimated to the dark, so she could just barely make out Katie’s face.

“Do you have anything so we can, ya know…have sex?” Marly whispered, feeling like a teenager at her inability to say the word dildo.

“Have anything? Like what?” Katie asked, quizzical. Marly bit her lower lip, suddenly feeling totally embarrassed.

“Um like a dildo,” she whispered.

Katie giggled. “Why would I have that?”

Marly shrugged her shoulders. “I figured that California gay women have all sorts of toys,” she whispered.

Katie smacked her shoulder playfully.

“What, it’s not true?” Marly asked with a laugh. Katie found Marly’s lips as she pressed her body against her. They made soft humping motions as they kissed. Marly ran her fingers through Katie’s long hair with one hand as she pulled down her tank top with the other. Her excitement grew when she realized that Katie wasn’t wearing a bra. She enveloped one perky breast in her hot mouth, loving that it was exactly a mouthful. Katie groaned as Marly sucked her tits more firmly. After a moment Marly lifted her head.

“How about pot? You must have that,” she whispered. Katie laughed out loud at her words.

“My god, Marly, you crack me up!” she replied with a huge smile. “But yeah, I do have toys. And pot. I was just teasing you. It’s all in my bedroom.”

Katie giggled, grasped a handful of Marly’s shirt, and pulled her to a room off to the side. There was a streetlight across the street, which illuminated the room just enough to not require additional lighting. As soon as they entered Marly pushed Katie gently onto the bed, lowered herself on top of her, and resumed her breast sucking.

“I love your tits,” Marly whispered in between her adoration.

“They’re too small,” she responded. Marly shook her head and gazed up at Katie, a nipple in her mouth. After one long suckle she spoke.

“They’re perfect,” she whispered, truly meaning it. Katie’s entire body felt so very good. The word that came to mind was sleek. Marly got lost in the removing of her new lover’s clothing and the lavishing of each body part revealed. It didn’t take very long considering she was only wearing running shorts and a tank top. Once Katie was fully naked, Marly made quite sure that no part of her was left unkissed. Both of them were breathing heavily.

“You make me feel so good,” whispered Katie as she fumbled with Marly’s jeans. Marly helped her out, shrugging them off her hips quickly. As she stepped out of them she gazed down at Katie.

“Your toys. Get one,” she whispered. Katie reached out to push Marly’s panties out of the way, but Marly grasped her wrist. “You can do that later. Right now I have to fuck you.”

May wanted to share one more thing with us before she left us to go back to her writing cave. It’s a quote from William L. Phelps that I think sums up relationships from the male perspective quite well.

“The greatest of all arts is the art of living together. Every man who is happily married is a successful man even if he has failed at everything else.”

Food for thought, don’t you think?

Where to find more from May Water

http://www.bookstrand.com/may-water

http://www.facebook.com/MayWater

Internet resources & support groups regarding cyber cheating

http://www.howtobehappyagain.com/emotional-infidelity-top-10-signs-of-cyber-cheating

http://www.chatcheaters.com/

http://www.advicediva.com/ad/loveebooks/affairsandcheating/howtostopinternetcheating.asp

Coming up on June 7th, May will be a guest on our sister blog Sassy Vixen Publishing. She will share the first thirteen sentences from Balls to the Wall Detectives, Inc. Make sure you stop in there and tell her hello!

Thursday Thirteen with author Jennifer August

Here we are once again for our Thursday Thirteen. Today’s guest author is fellow Siren Jennifer August. Please join me in welcoming her to Behind Closed Doors. She’s graciously agreed to share the first thirteen lines of her latest fantasy erotic romance, Enlightened (Sexual Magic 2). Enjoy! 🙂

A crisp November wind twirled around Emma Haskins as she strolled up the sidewalk toward My Favorite Martini. She inhaled the snow-laden, chill-tinged flavor of the air and grabbed onto the ends of her red cashmere scarf.

Pausing in front of the bar’s window, Emma checked her reflection in the glass, rearranging the wild tangle of tousled brown hair. She was only meeting Joel, but someone cute and eligible might be inside. The door opened, and she scooted sideways, giving the departing customer a friendly excuse-me smile.

Which promptly froze on her mouth.

“Emma?” The mellow, almost unctuous voice of Dr. Charles Wetherell greeted her.

She swallowed a groan, smile going feeble. “Charles. Nice to see you.”

His responding grin was both effusive and a bit self-deprecating. Their three dates had been cursed by disasters and discomfort from start to finish.

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Story Excerpt and buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/enlightened

Website: http://jenniferaugust.com/

Blog: http://naughtyink.blogspot.com/

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Author Bio: Jennifer August began writing when she figured out she was not going to make it as a singer. Comic books, adventure stories and secret stories of salacious love triangles cluttered her mind for years until she decided to get serious about exposing the world to her naughty, crazy mind. It’s been a wild ride and only getting wilder.

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She loves to hear from her readers, so drop her a line at jenniferaugust@jenniferaugust.com

Threesome, Foursome, or Moresome…Oh MY! with Morticia Knight

Welcome back to Behind Closed Doors and our Oh My! Monday guest author Morticia Knight. Today she shares her latest release and a little insight into her heroine, Alexa. Wouldn’t you like to be faced with the option of having not one, but TWO hunks willing to share your bed? Go on, you can tell us. We’re all friends here! 😉

If one is good, than another must be better, right? Thank you Tammy, for letting me appear here today at Behind Closed Doors. Menage is definitely something that people keep behind closed doors. What would you do if you found out that the caring, hunky man of your dreams – who you just had the best sex of your life with – was only interested in pursuing a relationship with you if it also included his best friend?

Still not sure? I’ll give you a few more details to help you decide. What if his best friend was equally as hunky, just as smart and successful, and the guy you were already hot for had no problem sharing? Would you at least give it a try just to see what might happen?

This is the dilemma that Alexa, the heroine of “The Perfect Third” that is included in the new ménage anthology All Together Now, is facing. One of her other questions revolves around Lorne’s best friend Antony. Is he only willing to go along to please Lorne, or does he have any actual interest in her at all? After all, she doesn’t just want to be some pawn between two guys. So what to do? I guess you’ll have to pick up a copy of All Together Now to find out!

Here is a little excerpt from “The Perfect Third” that gives you an idea of just how amazing Alexa’s first solo encounter with Lorne was, and why she isn’t ready to give up on him, despite his arrangement with Antony! Comment at the end on whether or not you would take Lorne up on his offer, and I’ll give one lucky commenter an ebook copy of the All Together Now anthology. Don’t forget to leave your contact email – or else we can’t tell you that you won! Contest runs for one week from today.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm,” he said, locking with her eyes again. “I plan to reward it.”

He pushed her back on the couch, lifted one of her legs up against its back, and positioned the other so that her foot touched the floor. With her splayed before him, he began to caress and rub the inside of her thighs, reaching higher towards her hips, and rubbing her stomach. She leant back on her elbows and moaned. He reached a little higher and cupped both breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples until they were hard.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “That feels so good.”

As he continued to work her nipples, he slid closer to her until his mouth reached her inner thighs, where he nipped and licked at the sensitive skin. He alternated licking, love-biting, and brushing his lips back and forth on each side, moving ever closer to the lovely folds between her legs. She was beginning to move slightly under his ministrations, her hips thrusting forward, closer to his busy mouth.

“Oh, Lorne, please,” she begged. “Please…”

“Mmmm…that’s nice, the way you’re asking. I think I should give you your reward…”

Lorne’s tongue thrust deep between her wet pussy lips and soft, trimmed curls and searched for her waiting clit. She cried out in pleasure, and began to buck more insistently beneath his lips. Clearly inspired by her obvious enjoyment, he slicked his tongue around and over her clit, furiously bringing her to a frenzy. Just when it seemed she would lose control, he backed off, and let his tongue go to other parts of her most intimate area.

First he pushed into her vagina, his strong tongue acting like a little cock as it rammed into her. Then he lifted her hips a little more, and his tongue travelled further back, teasing between her back cheeks, searching for her other entrance. He swiped his tongue at the hole a few times, and Alexa responded to every little thing he did with all types of cries of pleasure. Lorne laid her down, and began to move back up to her throbbing clit. This time he furiously wiggled it with his tongue, not letting up for a second. Alexa’s whimpers and cries were becoming stronger and more rhythmic, her hips keeping time with the dance of Lorne’s tongue.

He kept at her until she could hold back no longer. As he grasped her hips tightly, seemingly to control her pleasure, she screamed out in release, Lorne only backing off when she was fully done. He kept his face between her thighs as she panted in the aftermath, kissing the inside of her thighs again and again until she was completely through.

“My God, you taste heavenly,” he said.

With that, he turned her over onto her stomach.

“Are you ready for more?”

If you just can’t wait, you can pick up your copy of “The Perfect Third” in the All Together Now anthology, available here: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1647

If you would like to learn more about me or some of my other available titles, you can find me at my usual hangouts:

Blog: www.morticiaknight.blogspot.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/#!/morticia.knight

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/MorticiaKnight

To Bi or Not to Bi-That’s a good question from Author May Water

As I have posted all over my webpage, this blog and all contents are for adults only. This means if you are not an adult, not at least 18 years of age, you must leave this site immediately. If you choose to stay, you are agreeing that you have been warned about the following content. With that being said….

Please welcome my guest today, fellow Siren author May Water!

Sexy Girls in Canola Field — Photography by BJWOK / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

If you’re seeking scientific data, study references, or Wikipedia notations on bisexuality in this little ditty then I quickly urge you to stop reading. I’ve included none of that. What you will find, however, is my honest from the heart (or between the legs) observation, personal experience, and musings on bisexuality. I’m certain there are sexperts out there that offer in depth analysis on the subject of bisexuality, accompanied by big words and such. I encourage you to look into their work. You can also find lists of famous declared bisexuals online: musicians, writers, actors, comediennes, and other public persons. I did a bit of web surfing out of sheer curiosity. Out of respect for these people I will also, informally, add myself to that list. I feel it’s the least I could do after nosing into their personal lives.

I’ve discovered that it is far more daring to declare yourself bisexual rather than’ just gay. ‘While coming out of the gay closet can be very difficult for some people, it’s sometimes easier. Sounds funny when I put it like that but I found that it’s true. I know many gay people. They are family members, friends, and past lovers. When they say they are gay others can visualize, sexually, exactly what’s going on in the bedroom. For male/male it’s insert penis here. For female/female it’s usually insert tongue there. There is no grey area. But tell anyone that you’re bisexual they look at you quizzically. You can almost see their brains churning. Why? Because bisexuals are grossly misunderstood. Many think that bisexuals are confused, that they just want to widen the dating pool, or because they are desperate and take whatever comes along. Yet I assure you that in most cases this is incorrect. I have personally never had any of those problems, and I have known I was bi since I was in fourth grade. An innocent time when I kissed both a girl, and a neighborhood boy for the first time. They were equally adorable, and the kiss was equally fun.

Oh, before we go any further I want to introduce a term that I love dearly: bilovable. This is definitely way more descriptive of the bi people I know, including myself. It especially applies to individuals that may not necessarily have an active sex life, again like me. It simply means what it says: the ability to love someone of either sex. Plus it just sounds so darn cute.

Okay, so back to what I was saying. Hmmm, what am I trying to say? I guess that I’d be thrilled if people simply opened their minds on the subject of love in general. As we all know, love in its many forms brings joy to our lives: love of others (regardless of gender or race), pet love (This to me is way stranger. Pet idealization in this country is a billion dollar business), self- love, a teenaged boys love of his car, a teenage girls love of clothes… all of it rocks. Why? Because every form of love sends a powerful positive energy out into the universe. A force which affects every other being on this planet. It’s something I remember every day. It’s why every day I thrust my love out into the atmosphere in huge quantities. I hope that somehow I’m helping to balance the spiritual energy deficit. Very hippie of me, I know. But it makes me feel good.

Now, onto the subject of sex and bilovables. I could easily sum it up it with two words: Hell yeah! I say this with a shit eating grin. My lovers span over a thirty year period. I remember them all fondly. Although there are two from my drunken youth that I’m not quite sure of their names. I remember them as leather boy, and roof girl (don’t ask) Most of my lover list consists of men, because frankly, I’m a huge fan of the penis. But the women, while smaller in rank fulfilled a need for me that men couldn’t. I felt more comfortable with them as well. With whom else but another woman can you really show your belly flab? Who else but another woman can you feel comfortable about not shaving your legs? Anyway, the ability to obtain arousal from both sexes has always been for me-a wonderful gift. To gaze into a room and take equal gratification from viewing a nice set of woman’s legs or a man’s strong bulging forearm is awesome. To relish the roughness of a man’s chin stubble on my fingertips or the silkiness of a woman’s soft hair awes me. To get more graphic: as a bi woman, the sensation of a hard cock sliding into my wet hole can be equally fulfilling as a woman’s soft lips suckling my clit.

I’d like to think that all bi people see the spirit within the individual they have found a connection with without being overly concerned with the package. But that may just be the romantic in me. Not that there’s anything wrong with simply letting go sexually with whomever happens to arouse you (male or female). Humans are sexual animals after all. One of our main functions is to reproduce. Despite when our ‘modern’ brain tries to convince us otherwise.

So to wrap this up, I feel that bilovables haven’t really been given the understanding they deserve. There are many wonderful LGBT, GLBT, and other such groups that offer information and education. Check them out. But I think all we really need to do is open not only our minds, but also our hearts. Our world is full of spirits who simply want to love one another. As long as no one gets hurt I say we step aside and let them.

Love & Warmth,

May Water

www.bookstrand.com/may-water

www.facebook.com/MayWater

May began crossing off each experience on her long “What I want to do when I grow up” list she wrote when she was ten years old, the second after writing it. She has explored most of the United States, parts of Canada and the Canadian Maritimes by car, camping in remote locations throughout North America, satisfying not only her need to travel but her love of nature and history. Recently May discovered her love of writing and dove in head first, inspiring her to pump out five books in 2011. Her love of the ocean is prevalent in her tales, coastlines being her favorite places. She fully admits that she wants to come back as a whale next lifetime. May prefers not to label herself or use any kind of title but she does state that if a title had to be chosen she would want it to be water nymph.

Coming February 16th! May Water’s first LGBT sweet erotic romance SALT WATER TAFFY! -The first installment in her alternative erotic romance series SEASIDE SURRENDER (LGBT, Poly amour, BDSM).

Book 1-SALT WATER TAFFY, Book 2-MOLY DOLL, Book 3-PEPPERMINT STICKS, Book 4-LICORICE WHIPS

Last Day of the Stuff Your Stockings Christmas Blog Hop

Welcome back to Behind Closed Doors and the final day of the Christmas hop. I hope you got lots of entries in the giveaways being offered by the other participating authors. If this is the first day you are with us, boy you have a LOT of ground to cover! For my contest all you have to do is leave a comment and be entered to win a copy of my novel For the Love of Quinn in the format of your choice. This is the third day of the hop and a third chance you get to be entered in my contest. If you missed the last two posts, you can go back and leave a comment for your entry.

With that being said, I hope you enjoy the final chapter in my free short story A Christmas Miracle for Jake. For those of you who have already read For the Love of Quinn, you will get a bit more background information about some of my favorite characters and a couple new ones 😉

***WARNING*** The following and final chapter of this short story is sexually explicit. It is meant for readers 18 years old and older. If you are not at least 18 years old, please do not read any further.

Chapter Five

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Quinn took his hands in hers and pulled him toward the open door of her bungalow. The music on the stereo changed once again and now Tim McGraw and Faith Hill sang their ballad I Need You.

Jacob pulled her arms up to wrap around his neck as they danced to the haunting tune. The soulful longing and love both singers had for each other poured out with each verse and tugged at his heart. He had never felt this way before, and yet it felt so right, meant to be. His lips found hers once again, warm and welcoming. Her tongue slipped and slid over his, drawing him in deeper and testing his control to the limit. He wanted her with every fiber of his being, and yet he wanted to slow it down and enjoy every moment they had together.

He picked her up and carried her over to the California King in the center of the room. Laying her on the pillows at the top of the bed, he broke their kiss long enough to flip off his sandals and stretch out next to her. Quinn wrapped her arms around him as his body covered hers. Her fingers traced the muscles of his back as his lips trailed down her neck, nibbling, kissing, and tasting along the way.

Her breasts were straining against the bodice of her sundress. Jacob flicked his tongue into the deep cleft between him eliciting a moan from Quinn. He held her gaze as he pushed the thin straps of the dress off of her shoulders. He used his teeth to tug at the strings keeping her heaving tits in place. She giggled as her dress slowly opened up to him. The sound tickled his stomach and he wanted to hear her giggle, laugh and so much more.

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Oh my God, this man is hot! Quinn’s body was on fire. Just the scent of him made her body react immediately. Her thong had been soaked from the moment she heard his voice, and her senses were on overdrive trying to take in all of him at once. When he touched her, it was as if she was zapped with electricity and her mind went to mush. All she kept thinking about was leading up to this moment here with him, in her bed.

His eyes found hers once again and she began to fall. She didn’t care. Thoughts of going back or staying here on the island disappeared. All she wanted to think about, feel, and taste was Jacob. Quinn pulled his mouth back to hers, the sweet taste of the berries, mango and papaya dazzled her taste buds as their tongues teased and danced with each other, fighting for control one moment and surrendering the next.

Jacob finally freed her tits from the laces of her bodice. Watching him tug at the strings with his teeth made her heart race and she giggled before she could stop. He winked at her and kept up the slow pace. “I stand by my first assessment. You are a tease.”

“Baby doll, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He pushed her dress down to her waist and simply stared. “I’m not the only tease here.”

“What are you talking about?” Quinn slid her fingertips up and down his arms. His muscles twitched and pulsed at her touch. She wanted those arms wrapped around her and to never let go.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. You don’t flaunt it, but every move you make turns me on. I wanted to take this slow, but I can’t.”

“Stop thinking so much and kiss me.” She pushed herself up to meet his mouth once again as they moved on the bed so she was now on top of him. Jacob’s hands slid up her thighs, leaving hot trails with his fingertips. Her body began to quake and her pussy clenched as a rush of fluid soaked her panties again.

Jacob hooked his thumbs in the band of her thong and snapped them off of her and onto the floor. His hands slid up her body, pulling the dress up and over her head in a flash. He sat up, holding her in his lap, nuzzling first one breast and then the other with his stubbly chin and cheeks. The roughness of his skin against her rock hard nipples sent her rolling into another orgasm. She clung to him as he suckled harder on her right nipple while kneading her left breast with his hands. Quinn arched her back and bit her lip before crying out. “Jake, please don’t—”

He pulled back quickly, holding her face in his hands. “Did I hurt you?”

Her eyes glistened with tears. “No. Please don’t stop.”

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The catch in her voice nearly broke his heart. The raw passion was there. Her body given freely to him, and yet she was still making sure he wanted her. He knew that pain all too well, but here with Quinn, it was all fading away. She did that for him and he wanted to do the same for her. He wiped away the tears that started to spill onto her flushed face. He kissed her softly and held her close. “I want you, now and for however long we can be together. I need to be with you. I won’t stop as long as you want the same.”

Quinn slid off his lap and knelt up on the bed, pulling him up with her. She held his gaze as her fingers unfastened his shorts and then slid them down over his hips. Jacob quickly took off his tank top before crushing Quinn’s chest against his. She smiled and his heart began to pound. “I need you too. Make love with me, Jake.”

He slid out of his shorts as Quinn eased back onto the pillows. Jacob took in her entire sun kissed body, naked before him. God, she’s so beautiful. Quinn welcomed him into her arms as he joined her on the pillows, his mouth finding her left nipple this time as his right hand trailed down her stomach.

She arched her back and moaned as soon as his fingers found her throbbing clit. Another wave of fluid gushed out of her and over his fingers. Jacob brought them up to his mouth to taste her. “Mmmm…you taste fucking fantastic. Your sister was right. Wanna taste?”

Quinn giggled and licked his fingers clean. That move sent his body over the edge. His cock was bouncing with his need for her, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by his lover. Quinn slid her hands down his abs to his pulsing member. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed a little, eliciting a gasp from him. “Oh, now who’s teasing?”

Jacob eased Quinn all the way back onto the pillows, and slid down her body toward his prize. He wanted more than just a taste. He wanted to feast on her cunt until she literally begged for him to take her. He positioned himself between her thighs and looked up to see her watching him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He winked at her before popping her clit into his mouth and sucking hard. Quinn nearly bucked him off but he held her hips in place, enjoying her squirming and sighs. It wasn’t long at all before he was rewarded once again with her sweet nectar.

He teased her a bit more with his tongue and then slipped one, two and then three fingers inside of her hot folds. Her pussy clenched repeatedly over his fingers and her body convulsed over and over again. Quinn’s entire body flushed from her tits to her toes, because of him, because of what he was doing to her. He wanted more, so much more. He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to bury his cock inside her, go over the edge and never come back.

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Jacob slid up Quinn’s body and pulled her legs up to wrap around his waist as he teased her clit with the head of his cock. “Jake, Jake, now baby. Take me now.” He slid into her slowly, her body adjusting to his size quickly, contracting and pulling him in deeper until he completely impaled her. Quinn’s mind raced to catch up to her body. No one had ever elicited this kind of response from her. Every touch, every kiss left her body begging for more.

Quinn’s thighs tightened around him as Jacob continued to stroke her pussy, slow and steady at first, gradually picking up his pace and taking Quinn through one orgasm after another. Just as one zipped through her, another was hot on it’s heels. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t speak. She could barely breathe, but still wanted and needed more of him.

He slid his hands up her arms, pinning them above her head. Quinn braced her feet on the bed as Jacob continued to pound her now, her double D-cup breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust. “Take me with you, baby,” Jacob’s whispered plea triggered one last eruption within her. Jacob’s cock exploded within her as they came together one last time. He collapsed on top of her, releasing his hold on her hands over her head. Quinn wrapped her arms around his body as he rolled them over onto their sides.

Jacob rested his forehead against hers as their breathing slowed and became a bit more regular. She brushed some of his hair back off of his forehead and rested her palm against his cheek. “What the hell just happened?” She searched his eyes for any answers and found the same confusion she was feeling, and something else.

“I don’t understand it any more than you do. I’ve never believed that something like this could really happen, but God help me, I think I’ve fallen in love with you, Quinn.”

“Oh Jake, I love you too. What are we going to do?” Quinn was confused and more than a bit angry. How could Fate be so cruel as to give her this love when he was near death in the real world? Was this supposed to happen this way, or were they just to keep each other company until they both were ready to go back?

“Well, if we can’t be together after we go back, then I’m not going. It’s simple as that. I finally found the one person that makes me feel—”

“Whole.” Quinn placed her hand over Jacob’s heart. “In your heart you finally feel whole, like you finally found a part of you that was missing.”

Jacob covered her hand with his. “Exactly. So unless your brother and my Pop can convince me that we’ll find each other again if I go back, I choose to stay here with you.”

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Daniel watched his sister run through the waves with Jacob. He didn’t remember seeing her that happy in a hell of a long time. She had been there with Jacob for what seemed like weeks to them, but was actually only a few hours in the real world. Michael was anxious to convince his son to go back. If he waited much longer, the choice would be made for him and he might not like the outcome. “We need to tell them. They won’t go back otherwise.”

“Danny, you know very well that we can’t promise them that they’ll end up together forever this lifetime. Yes, it’s possible and highly likely, but they still have to go through some other trials left ahead of them. Both will meet and fall for other people before they see each other again. Even if we nudge and nudge, their free will is what will decide. And you do realize we’ll have to block their memories of this place, at least for a while?”

“I don’t want her to go through any more pain, Sarge. There’s a hell of a lot of that ahead of her. She still hasn’t worked through my death and soon our family will suffer another devastating blow. I feel so helpless!” Daniel flung a rock far out into the ocean.

Michael appeared deep in thought for a moment, and then his face lit up. “I got it. We tell them just enough truth to get them to go back. Then it’s up to them to choose their own paths. They do meet and fall for each other again. We just can’t see whether or not they will stay together. Too many variables yet to play out.”

“Does this stuff get any easier?”

“Yes and no. I tell you what. Until they paired me up with you, I didn’t have a clue how to get through this stuff let alone watch over my own family. You were right before. They would not have put us in charge of all of these couples if they didn’t think we could do it.”

Both angels started down the beach toward their loved ones. “Please tell me that Jake does go for those dueling dragons tattoo. They would look fantastic covering his back.”

Michael laughed hard. “Let’s just get them both back safely before we start covering them in ink, shall we?”

Find out what happens to Quinn, Jacob and their families in For the Love of Quinn (Now and Forever 1) available now through Siren Bookstrand, Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Mobipocket.com.

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