Cover Reveal ~ Lily’s Naughty Christmas #Rerelease #Erotic #Romance

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Hi all!
I’m happy to say that I have the rights back to my erotic novella, Lily’s Naughty Christmas. On November 12th the story of Lily, Charles and Paul will once again be available. I’ve added new scenes that I think you’re going to love. I’ve explored the relationship between these three characters more and added a bit of drama. Oh, and thanks to a great cover artist by the name of Danielle Doolittle, I also have a spanking new cover. (Did I mention there will be some spanking in this book?)

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Isn’t the cover lovely? Ready for the book blurb?

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~She’s tired of her good girl image.~

Being ‘the good girl’ has only brought her heartache and lonely nights. Lily Parks is determined to let her wildest fantasies free, even if it is just for one night. She plans a night of seduction – the only thing missing is her ex-husband Charles and his lover, Paul. She wants them both and she knows just how to get them.

~He never stopped loving her.~

Charles Henderson is surprised when he receives a call from his ex-wife inviting him and his partner to Christmas dinner, but he can’t deny that her threesome idea is the greatest Christmas present ever. After one night of ecstasy with the two people he loves, he’s determined to make this arrangement permanent.

Can the three of them make this love triangle work, or will jealousy destroy the attraction they all feel for one another?

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***Lily’s Naughty Christmas will be available November 12th.***

Next year I will release book 2 of The Ménage Club series: Their Little Secret. It will feature a character from Lily’s Naughty Christmas. So much naughtiness is coming your way. Brace yourself!

P.S. Giveaway info coming soon!

#NewRelease: Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood by S. A. Hoag

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Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood

by S. A. Hoag

 

They made you strong, and smart. We kept you safe, and in the shadows. It took them damned near twenty years to find you.
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Uncontrollable. Unpredictable. Dangerous.
The Wildblood.
Now, Team Three know what they are.
Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood – Autumn 2016

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“This is one of three air bursts,” Vance said, indicating the video monitor.  It was recording as the airplane banked around to give them a clear view.  “It happened early that morning, just before nine.  It was a Tuesday.  The other detonations were east and south, one directly over downtown Denver, the third at the airport, all within minutes a few minutes.”  He remembered clearly, but recited it like he was reading from a textbook.  None of the others were old enough to remember.

 

The first group of buildings were isolated and more than that, destroyed.  Melted, irradiated, and nothing that remained looked like it had ever been occupied by a human being.  They were twisted and misshapen, matte gray against the distant blue mountains.

 

“Rocky Flats,” Shannon said carefully, concentrating.  There were no ghosts, no impressions of the past, crowding into her thoughts.  She was glad for that.  Being Gen En, genetically enhanced, she could see things not so obvious to others.  This place was empty, it was. . . null.  The war had been twenty years ago, the voices faded.  Now civilization consisted of tiny enclaves, hidden away and carefully guarded against other remnants of humanity.  Her home, The Vista, was one of those places.   Vance’s city, Estes Park, was another.

 

“Anything?” Green asked, aware of the possible consequences if she sensed something unusual.  He’d been her second, her backup, for years.  Today he was piloting, as well.

 

She wrinkled her nose, distracted.  “No, nothing that merits mention.”  Flying was an aversion, one she hadn’t been able to avoid recently.  They were far from home, wary guests of Vance’s these past few months.

 

“What does that mean?” Cooper asked, the first thing he’d actually had to say during the journey.  He’d taken the seat behind Vance and kept to himself.  That was his job, to make sure Vance stayed safe and out of trouble.  The Vistans were trouble.  There were only a few of them, but they were a dangerous few.

 

“It means, she doesn’t see anything we can’t see,” Green offered.  He wasn’t Gen En.  He was Siksika, a Blackfoot, and a misplaced Vista Security officer, like her.  Being her bodyguard, at least for a couple hours, was a duty Green didn’t mind.  Capt. Allen, Shannon, was younger, more adept at controlling tricky situations, and his senior officer.  Their relationship was far less complicated than most people believed.

 

Vance nodded.  He’d been in charge of Estes Park for a decade.  The areas south could be troublesome.  Most of what had been central Colorado was under his protection, but there was a large and empty landscape where Denver had been.  Even the scavengers kept clear.  The Vistans and his people weren’t friends, and it wasn’t something he could foresee at any point soon.  They might be able to work out a trade agreement despite some stark differences.

 

The Vista was far to the north, past his influence.  Having them show up on his doorstep a few months earlier hadn’t entirely been a surprise.  They’d been hunting Rafe, Vance’s former partner-in-crime and fellow Gen En.  Rafe had proven to be extremely violent, volatile and unpredictable.  After years at odds with each other, Vance was resigned to his presence nearby, raiding and ransacking villages.  Young, brash, and looking for revenge, the Vistans had accomplished in weeks what he hadn’t been able to do in a decade

 

 

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Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LYNY774

Available now on Pre-order at Amazon.

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Author Info

  1. A. Hoag is an author, lapidary artist, very amateur astronomer (“I just look at the stars, I can’t tell you their names.”), hockey fan, and accidental desert-dweller. Born in the middle of the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, she has lived in a number of cities, in a number of states, before crash-landing in the New Mexico desert. Not Roswell, however. Science Fiction has always been her first interest in reading and writing; many other genres sneak into the novels and that’s alright with her.

http://www.topaz08.com

 

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Other Books

 

The Wildblood Series

 

No one remembers what started the war, the big one.  It happened too fast, and there were too many lies, for the truth to be known.  Civilization stopped, and what came next was fueled by rage and fear.

Twenty years on, a tiny refuge, a place called The Vista, may be one of the last vestiges of humanity.  Isolated, guarded, and hiding a dark secret, the people have survived World War Last, and they are content with that.  Their children, however, are not.  The search for others will send them out into a world they know nothing about, where the line between enemy and ally is blurred.  The war may not be over.

 

Backlash, prequel to The Wildblood series.  Before Team Three, there was the Blackout. Set on a near-future Earth mostly devoid of humans, this reveals some of the harsh realities facing people of The Vista, and how Team Three began.

When Security faces an unknown adversary that threatens to wreak havoc across what little civilization there is left, they must rely on the unusual abilities of a new team, and hope it’s enough to stop the chaos.

 

 

Before Team Three, there was The Blackout.
Backlash, prequel to The Wildblood.  Available in paperback now!

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0104VMFI4

 

The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood introduces Team Three – Allen, MacKenzie and Wade.  An elite team of security officers, they’re young, ambitious, and at the forefront of a movement to discover what is beyond The Vista.  They also believe they are genetically enhanced, Gen En, a practice outlawed long before they were born.  Venturing beyond their valley draws the attention of someone dangerous, someone that shares their past and wants to control their future, or destroy them because of what they might be.  The team decide to take the fight away from their home and end up finding new allies – and new enemies.

 

What happens, after the end of civilization?
The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood.  Also available in paperback.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00W6R8WNM

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Hunter’s Moon: An Urban Mythos Novella

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01DMCJ0LM

Lyra Alexander considers herself an archeologist, a job that normally wouldn’t be very dramatic or dangerous. The problem with her job, however, is that she studies vampires. And they aren’t too keen on being studied.

In this world, there are all kinds of creatures prowling in the night . . . Humans are no longer at the top of the food chain.

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Author links – S. A. Hoag

Website – www.topaz08.com

FB Author’s Page – https://www.facebook.com/thewildbloodseries/

Amazon Author’s Page – http://www.amazon.com/S.-A.-Hoag/e/B00WARWIHY/

Blog – https://topaz08.wordpress.com/

Pinterest – https://www.pinterest.com/topaz08/

 

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Look Who Dropped By Today: Siren Allen

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Today, there are two posts on Living the Dream. If you are looking for the October Frights Blog Hop, scroll down. If you want to take advantage of a great giveaway, check the end of this post! 

This morning I want to welcome fellow author, Siren Allen who’s got news about her latest book and a giveaway for you, too.Take it away, Siren.

Dress codes and giveaways with author Siren Allen!

silver I’m excited to announce that I have a new Sci-Fi romance available. The book is titled, Silver, and it’s available on Amazon. I thoroughly enjoyed writing Silver and I fell in love with the characters long before I began writing the story. Silver is an alpha male who is used to getting his way, while Malia is sort of shy but slowly learning to hold her own on a ship full of males.

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Falling In Love or Plotting Revenge? Silver by Siren Allen #SciFi

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Today, I, along with other awesome authors from the Science Fiction Romance Brigade are sharing excerpts from some of our Sci-Fi romances. Stop by each blog participating: http://sfrcontests.blogspot.com/p/sfr-brigade-presents.html

I’m sharing a scene from my new novel, SILVER. Enjoy! (P.S – Don’t miss the giveaway at the bottom.)

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Silver continued across the bridge heading toward the housing deck. His steps slowed the closer he came to his room. He had no idea what he would find waiting for him behind that door.

Right now he really wished Striker was available to let him know whether or not his mate was waiting behind the door with a blade in her hand, ready to slit his throat. Surely she didn’t hate him that much. Only one way to find out.

Silver placed his hand over the infrared scanner. When the door slid open he stayed rooted in place, staring into the room. Wait. Silver took a step back and glanced up and down the bridge.
Was this his room?

He glanced back into the room. Yea, this was his space. But where was the clutter from before? Moving cautiously, he stepped into the room. When he didn’t see Malia anywhere he began to panic, then his eyes darted toward the bathroom.

He could hear noise inside. Silver slowly made his way over to the bathroom door and pressed his ear against it. Humming. She was humming. Probably some maniacal tune that spurred her on as she destroyed the things in his bathroom.

Silver tapped on the door. The humming stopped. Seconds later, a muffled voice rose from within the room.
“Coming.”

The door knob turned. Silver took three steps back. He wasn’t sure what to expect from her. Surprise caused his jaw to drop. Out emerged his mate wearing pink pajamas with a towel twirled around her head.

Her scent floated his way and it took all his will power to keep from groaning aloud. Damn, she was sexy. He snapped his mouth shut, nearly cracking a few of his teeth. The pajamas were baggy, concealing the curves that lay beneath.

Her face was free of the artificial colors females wore. From beneath the hem of her cotton pants, her toes peeked out. Cute toes that he wanted to suck on. She looked adorable, freaking adorable.
Silver returned his gaze to her face and forced his body to be still.

“Sorry, I think I used all the hot water,” she told him, staring at him from under those sexy eye lashes. Who knew eye lashes could be sexy?

Forget the hot water. His males could bathe in ice cold water for the rest of their lives. He knew he should say something. But words failed to emerge.

He watched as she towel-dried her hair then removed the towel from her head and strode to the desk, laying the towel over the back of the chair to dry. Silver turned, eyes following her every move.

She combed her fingers through her short tresses. “You wouldn’t have happened to bring a comb on board, would you?”

“Uh,” he had no idea what all he’d retrieved from her home.

“Silver,” she snapped her fingers twice. On the third snap he blinked and refocused his attention on her. “Did you bring a comb?”

“Truly, I have no idea. I just brought random things I thought you might need.”

She stared around the room. “Ah,” she cooed, gaze zoning in on an item. “This is from my bathroom.” She walked over to a little pink box with a small handle on it.

“Jackpot,” she exclaimed once she opened it and surveyed its contents. “I’m glad I keep an extra comb and brush in here. Oooh, I’ve got tooth paste and everything. Thanks Silver.”

She was thanking him? Where was his fireball from earlier? Where was the creature who wanted to be unmated to him as soon as possible? Her new attitude didn’t sit well with him. When she stared up him and smiled, revealing the cute dimples in her cheeks, he forgot the feeling of unease and strode over to her.

“You’re welcome,” he told her, stopping a few inches away from her, not wanting to make her feel crowded. “How are you feeling?”

She stood up, brush in hand. “Better, I guess,” she shrugged. “My eyes look different. They have a slight glow to them, like yours. Is that what happens when someone mates with one of your kind.”

“Yes.” Or so assumed. More than likely it was an effect of his botched mating ritual. “Do you want to talk about it, and everything else?”

“Not right now. Right now, all I want to do is sleep.”

“Sure, uh, you can take the…” he stared at the bed. The perfectly made bed. Striker had said she was destroying it. He saw no proof of that. “You can take the bed. I’ll be on the flight deck for a while. I may sleep up there.”

“I’m sorry that I’m taking your room from you.”

“Nonsense, this is your room too.”

“So this is our room?” She stepped closer to him.

Silver nodded, throat going dry. She moved in closer. He kept his eyes on the bed, not daring to stare in her direction.

“If this is our room, that means you should sleep in your own bed.”

Silver shook his head. “You need your sleep. I don’t want to disturb you.”

“It won’t be a bother.”

It would become one. “How about tonight you take the bed and tomorrow we’ll share it.”

“Deal. Strictly for sleeping,” she reminded him. “There’s still things we have to discuss and all.”

“Strictly for sleeping,” he agreed.

She brushed past him. He shoved his hands into his pockets to keep from reaching for her. Combing her wet tresses, she sat down on his bed and stared around the room.

“I hope you don’t mind me moving things around.”

“Nope, I don’t mind at all. It yours, do as you will.”

“Ours,” she grinned at him.

“Yeah, ours. Still, do as you will.”

Damn, she was up to something. She had to be. No one made this type of dramatic change within an hour. Still, his mind, body and heart wanted this to be real. He had to get away from her. He needed to think. And he couldn’t do that with her smiling up at him.

He nodded toward the door. “I better get back up front. I’ve got captain things to do.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Captain things?”

“Yeah, captain things.”

“Oh, okay. Well you go be captain and I’ll get ready for bed.”

After a second of hesitation, Silver turned and left the room. On the bridge he took a deep breath. Either she was truly okay with him kidnapping her or she was silently plotting his death. It was probably the latter.

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All Malia Valdese wants to do is survive in the Outlands and serve food to the patrons of her diner. She doesn’t want anything to do with the handsome silver-eyed stranger who keeps showing up after closing, asking her weird questions and making her feel something she hasn’t felt in years, desire.

She doesn’t care that he’s the sexiest male she’s ever seen or that he stares at her like she’s the main course. Steering clear of him is her plan. Well, it was the plan, before he turned her world upside down with four words…. You’re coming with me.
Apparently she has no say in the matter.

She’s not on the menu. But she’s what he hungers for.
Her scent tells him she’s his and the wanted pictures popping up all over the dark-net tells him he needs to lay low for a while. Having her next to him in bed while he tries to clear his name is the plan.

Unfortunately, his enemies are closer than he thought and now they’ve found his weakness…. her. Can he shield his mate from the consequences of his dark past? Or will she flee to his enemies to escape him and the intense emotions he stirs inside of her?

No matter what she chooses, he has no intention of letting her go, ever.

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Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LZJG2P3

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LZJG2P3

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LZJG2P3

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Siren’s Sci-Fi Giveaway: Be sure to enter the rafflecopter giveaway for a chance to win a gorgeous Sci-Fi necklace.
https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/a576fb1c12/?

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Author Spotlight: R.B O’Brien and The Natalie’s Edge Series

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I’m happy to feature R.B. O’Brien on my blog today. Be warned, the content below is steamy and contains strong language. (I love it.)

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The Natalie’s Edge Series

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Author: R.B. O’Brien

Series: The Natalie’s Edge Series

Genre: Erotica Romance Suspense

Each book in the series is now available for $2.99


Series Overview:

Twenty-seven year old former ballet dancer, Natalie Smith, thought she had everything she needed in life: A successful business, devoted boyfriend, and loving best friend. But when she meets the mysterious environmentalist, Michael L. Black, Natalie’s ascent into self-discovery begins.

Michael introduces Natalie to a world of dominance and submission filled with lust and passion. But Michael walks a fine line between his dark and light sides as he comes to terms with his past. It will test their relationship, and all they have worked so hard to achieve, a true bond, may leave them on the edge of destruction.

 

Natalie’s Edge 1: https://www.amazon.com/Temptation-Natalies-Edge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00TE9XJSI

Natalie’s Edge 2: Fall: https://www.amazon.com/Fall-Natalies-Edge-Book-2-ebook/dp/B00XO5F1JI

Natalie’s Edge 3: Redemption: https://www.amazon.com/Redemption-Natalies-Edge-Book-3-ebook/dp/B01426C5MI


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Temptation, Natalie’s Edge Book 1

Synopsis:

He didn’t think he was capable of love; she thought she had everything she ever needed. But when former ballet dancer and entrepreneur Natalie Smith and environmentalist Michael Black meet, they are thrust into a headlong relationship that may devastate them both.

 

Falling almost too fast for this enigmatic, controlling man, Natalie is both excited and terrified by the fine line Michael walks between his dark and light side, as he introduces her to a world of games, bondage, and punishments. And to her surprise, she likes her submission. She likes the control he wields. And he cannot have it any other way. He likes to bring Natalie to the edge, and she likes the edge he brings her to. Pleasure has never felt so good.

But can Michael fully let go of his trust issues and fall in love? Or will his past leave Natalie on the edge of pain?


Purchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/Temptation-Natalies-Edge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00TE9XJSI


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Excerpt from Natalie’s Edge 1: Temptation

He brought my iPhone into the bedroom, found the ballet Giselle, and let the music play. It put me in a state of deep emotion when I listened to it. My feelings about dance were as mixed up as my feelings were for Michael. Pain and beauty wrapped into one unfathomable emotion. He removed his blue t-shirt and jeans, boxer shorts the only thing remaining on his perfect body as he sat next to me on the bed. He was so sexy. I began to kiss him as if my life depended on it.

“Roll over and let me massage you, Natalie.” His tone created a trance-like reaction in me.

I rolled over onto my stomach. He began kneading my neck, then my shoulders, working his way across my back, stopping just above my ass. The music engulfed me and his touches were sensual but relaxing. I was in a state of euphoric relaxation. He began to kiss me lightly, first behind my ears and then over my neck, moving down to trail kisses over my back. Goose bumps appeared all over my body.

“Spread your legs a little for me, Natalie.”

I did, embarrassed at how wet I already was. I tried not to squirm or moan. I wanted it to last, last the whole night.

“I love the way your lower back gathers in this indentation above your ass,” he breathed, kissing the spot. “There’s so much I want to learn about you.”

“Aaah,” I let out, moaning into the pillow. “There’s so much I want to learn about you,” I echoed.

He continued down my legs, first the outside of my thighs all the way down to my calves, lightly tickling my feet, as I moved a little, giggling.

“You’re such a ticklish woman, Natalie. Yet another thing that turns me on about you. So responsive, so sensitive. I like that.”

His fingers stroked the insides of my calves simultaneously, moving slowly up my thighs, stopping just short of my pussy. Skipping over my pussy, he began to lightly tease my ass cheeks with his fingers, kissing me ever so lightly all over my ass, my back, my neck.

“I can taste your saltiness. You are delicious.”

I blushed. “I told you I needed to shower.” A moan escaped my lips again as he continued to kiss my ass, his fingers touching between my legs, lightly brushing my pussy like feathers.

“Maybe later,” he said languidly. “I like the way you taste. Now roll over,” he demanded. “Put your arms above your head and clasp them. Don’t move them. Now, cross your legs and put them in the air, straight up.”

“Michael,” I groaned but did as he asked. All the relaxation was completely gone now. Desire pooled in my lower abdomen and beyond, and I began to tremble.

He began to lightly stroke my pussy in this uncomfortable, yet erotic position, and juices streamed out of me. “Next time, I’ll tie your legs like this, so you can relax more. But I can see the strength of your legs. You are so sexy, Natalie.”

I couldn’t say anything as his feather-light touches moved directly onto my clit, and I felt like I might come any minute.

“Michael.” I wanted him desperately. I began to pant. A scorching heat coursed through my body.

He stopped and spread my juices over the delicate, sensitive under skin of my pussy lips, gently rubbing up and down my slit with the pads of his fingers, over and over, on either side of my clit, never making contact with it.

“Oh god, Michael. Let me come. Please.” I was begging and couldn’t have cared less. I began to squeeze my legs together more tightly. Being in this position made it easy to do. Release would be only moments away, if he would only touch my clit.

“Keep your legs like that,” he said, but stopped touching me. I breathed rapidly, frantically, as he moved up under my arms and lightly tickled down the sides of my stomach, where my back and stomach connected. I wiggled and laughed a little. It tickled in the most sensual way. He said nothing and found my breasts. “Keep your arms above your head for me. I love when you obey me. I’m impressed that you’re showing a little restraint tonight. Breathe.”

And I was. I was really trying to control my reactions, to be in the moment, to not fall apart at the seams but to absorb his touch fully. He lightly stroked the under part of my breasts, then circled the outer parts of them, ever so slowly, honing in closer and closer to my center, my nipples. I moaned and tried to stick my chest out for his touch.

He took the bait and lightly brushed my nipples with his thumbs. I squirmed. It was impossible not to. He took each nipple between his thumb and pointer finger and used feather-light pinches to tease me. My pussy ached and pulsed with need. I begged, “Michael. Please.” But I kept my hands above my head and my legs in the air, trying to do as he asked.

He smiled down at me before moving back to lick my pussy. I moaned. “Yes, Michael, oh please.”

His licks became more intense, more focused on making me come. “Oh Natalie,” he whispered. “I do love to hear you. It’s such a turn-on when you lose control to me, when you beg me.”

He took first one finger and then a second and thrust them into me, and I yelped out, ready to come. I was panting. I was borderline hysterical with need.

He stopped and said tenderly, “You can lower your arms and legs now.”

I looked into his eyes. He had promised to make me come the next chance we got. Those were his exact words. I looked at him pleadingly. I was becoming confused. I was losing all control. I felt tears building.

“No worries, Natalie. I promise. You know I am a man of my word.” He winked. “Patience. I love seeing you like this. I love making you feel like this. I can’t help it.”

He grabbed my face between his hands and slowly, deeply, intensely kissed me. I ravaged his tongue, his mouth, I sucked his lips one at a time, his teeth, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as tightly as possible. He took my face between his hands again and looked into my eyes. “Get on your knees, Natalie.” He smiled, and I complied willingly.


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Fall, Natalie’s Edge Book 2

Synopsis:

As Shakespeare wrote, “The course of true love never did run smooth,” and the love between Michael L. Black and Natalie Smith is no exception.

 

Having fallen deeply in love with one another, Michael and Natalie’s passionate and, at times, tumultuous relationship continues to teeter on the edge of happiness as they explore their deepest and sometimes darkest desires of games, bondage, and sex. Michael’s dominant tendencies thrive as Natalie craves to submit her body and mind to him, bringing her to sometimes excruciating pleasure. Love never felt so right.

 

But their relationship will be tested. Truths are hidden. Secrets are revealed. And when Michael’s insecurities inflame his penchant for control and punishment, all the trust and love they have worked so hard to build dismantles itself within one split second. Will they forgive and trust one another again? Or will the betrayal leave them on the edge of devastation?

 

Purchase Link: mybook.to/FallEdge2

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Excerpt From Natalie’s Edge 2: Fall

He pushed me away slightly and took my hand and brought me into the suite overlooking Boston. The view was beautiful as the sun finished setting behind the postcard-picture buildings. He placed me on the bed and began to kiss me between his short, breathless sentences. “I missed you too. My trip couldn’t have gone better. I want you naked. Now.”

I lost my steady breathing to sporadic breaths. “Michael, I don’t have time. I have to get ready. I need to dress for the party…unless…unless…you’d like to skip the party?” I asked with a hopeful innuendo in my voice.

“You come here late. You’re not ready. Now you want to argue with me?” He seemed angry yet playful. A deadly combination. “Don’t make me more disappointed than I already am.”

He began by first removing my black ballet flats, kissing my feet as I moaned.

“No time, Natalie?” he quizzed, looking up into my flushed face. “Mmmm. I have missed that moan.”

I breathed far too erratically. “Plenty of time, if you don’t mind being late to your party,” I managed, as he unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down my zipper, and yanked them off roughly.

“Oh, plenty of time, yes, Natalie. But we will not be late…” Oh no. I knew that inflection, that smirk.

“Aaah,” I groaned, my panties completely thrown to the side of the bed.

“Spread your legs for me, Natalie.” His eyes were that dark, sexy, sinister shade.

“Michael.” I shook quietly spreading my legs.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, slowly, delectably kissing my inner thighs and running his tongue in circles on my clit, lapping at me leisurely, torturously.

“I’ve missed you, Michael.” I panted, barely able to catch my breath and thrust my fingers in his hair again, trying to push my pussy up into his mouth. I was so wet, too wet.

“I can see that.” He smiled up at me, straddling me to remove my t-shirt. “Cute t-shirt.” He stared at me, leaving me lying on the bed in only my pink lace half-cami bra. I knew what he was about to do. I struggled to remain calm, still.

His fingers started on my sensitive, erect nipples, as I brought my legs together and his face to mine, kissing him passionately, moaning, diving my tongue into his mouth aggressively, tasting my juices on his tongue.

“Slow down.” He laughed. “So eager for someone who couldn’t find the time to see me earlier today,” he said sarcastically. “On your belly,” he ordered.

I complied. Before I knew what was happening, he handcuffed my hands behind me and swiftly turned me back over onto my back.

He began to tease my overly sensitive nipples as I squirmed beneath him. He sat on my pelvis. “Spread your legs, Natalie,” he ordered again. I paused, unable to pry my legs open. A climax was building inside of me. Jesus. How was that even possible?

“Michael.” I moaned. “Fuck me.”

“Natalie. That moan. What it does to me.” He was so intense. “Now how can I fuck you if you don’t spread your legs?” And I knew that tone all too well. I knew he was teasing me and I wondered what he was planning.

I squirmed unsuccessfully and let out an agonizing breath, opening my legs, but he didn’t stop tickling my nipples through the lace material that intensified the sensation.

He thrust his knee between my legs, forcing them to stay open, as the rest of his body’s weight held me captive, helpless, and vulnerable under his touch. “Do you like this, Natalie?” he coaxed, using his knee to not only prevent me from squeezing out an orgasm but also to stimulate my clitoris ever-so-lightly.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t concentrate to answer him.

“Answer me. Do you like this?”

“Yes.” I confessed.

“Good.” He kissed me passionately, moving his knee out of the way to stroke between the wet folds of my pussy, brushing my clit ever so lightly, so that I whimpered.

At least five long excruciating minutes went by as he tormented me with languid teasing.

“Please,” I begged.

He just smiled cruelly into my eyes. He was going to tease me, and I was going to remain helpless.

“You are so wet,” he teased. “If only you had come earlier. Now there’s no time to come.” He emphasized the last word. “What a shame.”

“Michael…”

When he released me, I was delirious, panting heavily. He said, casually, “Now go get ready. We’re going to be late. I don’t do late.” And he undid my handcuffs, taking them with him as he stood up.

The minute he removed them from my wrists, I realized how much I wanted them back. I was insane with lust, and it made me incensed, enraged. How dare he? “Michael!” I yelled at him. But he had shut the bathroom door to get ready, throwing me a white, terry cloth robe right before closing it.

I realized I had little time to do my make-up, style my hair, and dress myself, or I might have pleasured myself just to spite him. I decided to do my make-up and hair first. Dressing in this heated, soaked condition would not be a good idea. When I heard the bathroom door open, I said angrily, sarcastically, not even bothering to look up, “Such a gentleman to let a woman use the bathroom first.”

When I turned around, he grabbed my chin to look into his eyes, and I melted. All I saw were his overbearing, piercing blue eyes through his mask. I knew I should still be angry with him and his childish behavior, but he was so fucking sexy. I wilted and lightly touched his lips through the black material. His chest was muscular as it was, but in his costume, he looked even more so, impenetrable, masculine, in control. I wanted to fuck him more now than I did earlier. “Hello, Batman,” I purred up into his face.

He licked my upper lip and then my lower lip, as I felt my head hang back in total submission to his cupped, strong hands. All anger I had felt toward him evaporated and I drew myself against him. He was being a childish brat, but I missed him too much to care.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” He stopped his delicious invasion of my mouth and stared down at me. I was a dripping pool of desire and his persona only enlarged it.

“Because someone rudely took over the bathroom,” I barked and began walking into the bathroom. I gave pause. It was time for me to win a game or two with this controlling, irresistible man.

I stopped and placed my costume down onto the bed that he had just used to tease me. Turning my back to Batman, I slowly let my robe fall to my feet. I heard him gasp, and I could feel his stare blazing right through my back side. I almost lost my courage and trembled at what he must have been thinking, but I continued my show.

I stayed facing away from him, more so that I didn’t lose my nerve. I unclasped the little lace that covered my breasts and tossed it onto the bed. I bent the upper half of my body over the bed so that my ass hung in the air in front of him, slowly put on my sexy white lace hip-hugger undies, and retrieved my costume. I opened the package of my new pink tights and turned around to sit on the bed. I didn’t dare look into his eyes. He could have done anything he wanted to me and I knew I would let him. I needed to stay focused on teasing him, for a change. Focused on pretending I was the one in control.

I spread my legs slightly and snuck a glance in his direction. His mouth, under his superhero mask, was slightly open, incredulity evident in his eyes. I first lifted the right foot, pointed it straight up into the air, and peeled the first leg of the tight up to my knee. I repeated the process on the left foot, stood up, turned back around, and bent over, exposing my lace-covered ass as I gingerly and slowly folded the tights up over the cheeks of my ass.

I felt him move behind me, and I withdrew a breath, shocked and nervous my seduction would be taken over by him. In truth, I hoped it would. Having him in me would be delicious. He kissed my neck, fully exposed from the tight bun I had twisted atop my head, and whispered, “Games, Natalie? Are you sure you want to go down that road?”

The bastard. His voice undid me as my body quivered, causing him to chuckle and take a seat across the room to finish watching the silly girl put on her costume. I was flushed, hot, and longing.

I tried to regain confidence, trying to ignore the gaping stain of my arousal on my tights between my legs. I exhaled shakily and continued to dress myself under his watchful, slightly intimidating stare. I could see his cocky grin, which only forced more juice to drip out of me. His arrogance was such a turn on for me.

As I put on the pink leotard adorned with feathers around the collar that rose up into my neck, I noticed him shift in his chair, cockiness turning into desire. Yes. I thought to myself. I’m back in the game.

I looked down to my chest, ensuring the crystals were properly placed above my breasts under the white and silver feathers, but all I could see were my engorged nipples, begging to be touched and fondled.

A red rush of embarrassment engulfed me as I realized that the top had never been allowed to sit so firmly against my flesh. I had always been wrapped. It was borderline transparent. I blushed. If I wore the cami, it would show through and completely ruin the costume. Nope. He would have to stare at my swollen breasts all night, but so would everyone else. I flushed, embarrassed at my oversight.

I finished with a short pink pancake skirt, put a feather collar around my neck with matching feather cuffs—how ironic—and sat to lace up my pointe shoes. I felt special, beautiful, sexy. I felt like dancing. I only wore my pointe shoes occasionally at my summer camp to show the young girls. Wearing them made me feel a little too nostalgic.

“Ready,” I announced, standing on my tippy toes, then balancing on one toe as I dipped down to the floor, my right hand touching his foot, my left leg and arm straight out into the air.

He stared at me, stood up, and bending down to grab my chin he said, “I don’t think I want to let you out of this room. My god, Natalie, you have literally taken my breath away. God. Your legs.”

I froze, feeling guilty about the way I had just acted, and pushed my feet back into a flat position. Shyly I replied, “Thank you,” and did a small curtsey. I shrank at his sweetness. “The same could be said of you,” I added.

“Yes. Touché, Natalie.” But his tenderness was quickly replaced with a glare. “Beauty in every way aside, we are late, you are a tease, and you will pay on all counts. Come. Let’s go.” His dark side was back in full force, and somehow it made everything inside me tighten.


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Redemption, Natalie’s Edge  Book 3

Synopsis:

The road to love for Michael and Natalie has been a treacherous one. Lies and secrets have kept them apart and in darkness. But out of the darkness shines a light on understanding, self-discovery, and forgiveness. Natalie’s sexual awakening teeters on the edge of completion as she and Michael come to fully embrace and understand the bond they truly share.

 

But their undeniable bond will not come without more tests. Nothing is easy. And nothing seems to be working in their favor. When a secret is revealed that even Michael doesn’t know existed, it seems fate is out of their hands. All of the peace and self-acceptance they have worked so hard towards leaves them right back to the edge of darkness again. Can they find redemption together, or are they doomed to live a life apart forever?


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Excerpt From Natalie’s Edge 3: Redemption

He made his way back over to the bed and pulled all the covers off of me, exposing my body, which revealed my erect nipples through the sheerness of my lace bra. Just his mere proximity excited me. I shivered.

“Are you cold?” he asked facetiously. My apartment was warm, the heat paid for by the landlord.

“Slightly,” I said in the same tone back to him.

“Hmmm. Let me see then. Let me warm you.” He sat back down on the bed and took my coffee mug and placed it on the floor.

“Lie back,” he ordered. “Let’s see if I can’t make you warm again.”

“Michael,” I whined.

“Ssssh. Not a word, Natalie. Let me make you feel good. I owe you that. I hate to see you cry, especially over me.”

“I… I… have to get ready for work.”

“Not yet,” and he pulled out one of my scarves. “Wrists.”

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

“Michael…”

“Trust me. You need this.”

I squirmed and shook my head, no, but oh how I wanted to say yes.

“Wrists, Natalie.”

I closed my eyes shut and held them out in front of me.

“No. On your belly.”

I flipped over and extended my arms back to him. He tied my wrists together tightly with the scarf. My breathing hitched and my pussy became moist almost immediately. He flipped me back over and kissed me.

I involuntarily moaned and he smiled. “Yes. Just the way I like you. Moaning and wet. I’m going to kiss and suck you to orgasm, Natalie. I want all your worries to wash away.”

I arched my back up and squeezed my legs together. “Michael.”

“Yes, baby. But lie back down. This is going to take a while.”

Oh god.

“Only think about every kiss. Every touch. Every suck and what it’s doing to your body. Like a form of meditation. Block out every worry. Every fear. And focus on that one spot of desire and the need that I’m going to create in it. A craving so strong. An almost cruel itch that only I can scratch. Focus on that ache. And only that. Let it build to an unbearable need so strong you almost can’t take it. But take it you will. And then… focus on the pleasure. Only that. That release I’m going to bring you.”

I couldn’t think as he began to remove my panties, drenched already with arousal and anticipation. He pulled them down to my knees, then holding my gaze steady, he began to kiss between my legs, blowing hot air on my pussy. His tongue found its way between my folds almost immediately and again, I arched my back up.

“Down, baby,” he ordered gently and I complied.

His tongue danced around my clit as I moaned and writhed to get closer and he stopped, licking his lips and staring at me. “Focus on the feeling. Absorb it.”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and his tongue began a leisurely lick up and down my swollen clit and I groaned deep and loud, causing him to chuckle. “My itch. And only I can scratch it. And it’s going to be a while before I do.”

“Michael,” I breathed, panting. “Please.”

His eyes taunted me as he got up and made his way up my body. Licking. Biting, Nipping. Sucking. I squirmed and moaned and begged.

He kissed me and I could taste my juices on my tongue. “Do you like the way you taste on my lips?”

I flushed, embarrassed.

“It’s okay to admit.” He unsnapped my bra from its front clasp and I gasped as my breasts broke free from the tight confinement. “Mmmm. Beautiful.”

He rolled me over on my side to face him and positioned his face against one nipple. A hand found my other nipple and I yelped out. It was so sensitive. So alert. So in need of his touch. “Michael,” I moaned again as he put the other nipple in his mouth. His tongue snuck out and began to lick the tip of it in earnest. “Oh, Michael!” It felt so good.

One hand held the lower part of my back to push my body against his as his tongue danced over my nipple. Using the fingers of his other hand, he pulled, pinched, and tickled my other nipple. I became delirious from the attention given to my nipples, yelling out his name, begging for mercy, pleading for more.

“Mmmm,” was all he said. “Mine.”

“Yes. Yours,” I admitted.

He switched sides, licking the tip of my other nipple, which he had made beautifully tender and sensitive from his pinching and fondling, and pulled and twisted the other. It was almost unbearable, the need between my legs flaming, pulsing, begging for attention.

“Please,” I begged. I couldn’t help it.

“Yes. Natalie. In due time. Are you warming up?” he said between licks and pinches. “I love your sensitivity. It’s been too long since I’ve given them the proper attention.”

“Michael! Please.”

“Answer the question. Are you warmer?”

“Yes,” I panted. “Too warm.”

“I’ll decide when you’re too warm. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said, just barely.

“Yes…”

“Yes, Sir,” I said without flinching at all.

He smiled. “Mmmm. I like the sound of that.” He licked his lips. “And I’ll see right now if you’re too warm.”

He brought his mouth down my body as he pushed me onto my back again. He kissed and licked down my belly as I squirmed and writhed, anticipating how good it would feel when his lips and tongue found and relieved the ache between my legs.

“Yes. Please.”

He pushed my legs open and thrust two fingers into my wet hole and pumped hard and fast.

“Oh my god!”

“My itch to scratch,” he said, pausing to curl his fingers to find my g-spot. My toes curled as I felt an impending orgasm on me. “Itchy, baby?” he taunted.

“Yes! Yes. Please.”

“Not yet. I haven’t given you permission. I’m not done with you. Not quite warm enough for me yet.”

I felt those familiar tears overwhelming me again. The pain. The pleasure. The emotional turmoil and carnal lust I felt for him. I both loved and feared the reckless abandonment of giving up control to him. His dominance. I trembled.

“Ssssh. I’ve got you. I promise. Breathe… and trust me.”

He kissed my inner thighs as I moaned. His thumb lightly grazed my clit, up and down, leisurely, slowly, as his kisses tickled up and down my thighs, occasionally moving up to kiss the wetness of the lips between my legs. I didn’t think I could take much more.

“Michael. Please. I can’t take anymore.”

“Yes. You can. You don’t have a choice. You. Are. Mine. And I know you like it. So enjoy it and put away your guilt.”

He continued his torture upon my searing body, every nerve ending, every fiber attuned to his touch. His hands made their way back up my body, tickling lightly as he went, playing with the soft skin under my breasts. Finding my nipples, he pinched them, causing me to yelp out as his tongue licked strong and fast against my clit.

“I’m going to cum, Michael. I am. It’s coming. May I please cum?”

But he wouldn’t answer me. He licked my clit and darted his tongue into my wet hole as his fingers pulled and twisted my nipples. I was in pure ecstasy as the wave of orgasm began its point of no return.

I could feel his mouth smiling between my legs as he relentlessly licked and probed with his masterful tongue. He paused, “Not yet.”


Author Bio


R.B. O’Brien has always been drawn to the more taboo side of storytelling, even as a young adult, from hiding books from strict Catholic parents as a teen to getting lost in the erotic sections of bookstores for hours. As a writer, O’Brien explores the darker, erotic nature of relationships, those riddled with the reality of insecurities and human folly, exposing the vulnerability, emotional turmoil, and occasional pain that can come from losing oneself in the heat of passion.


O’Brien holds a degree in English literature and happily resides in the Northeast of the United States. Her first series, the highly acclaimed Natalie’s Edge trilogy, is now available in ebook format and print. THORNE, O’Brien’s anticipated dark romance series, begins with Rose’s Dark Contract, a tale where things are not what they seem.


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Author Spotlight: Dementia Praecox by W.O. Cassity #NewRelease #Horror

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Happy October!

Let’s start the month right with a new release from author W.O. Cassity. His latest novella, Dementia Praecox, is available today on Amazon. And guess what? It’s FREE with Kindle Unlimited. Check out this awesome cover, it’s guaranteed to give you chills.

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Skulking over the ledger’s musty-scented pages, Dr. Livingston dipped the oversized quill into the emerald-green inkwell before penning the latest entry:

11 November 1877
Bethlem Royal Hospital Bedlam
London, England

Subject 41 expired at approximately 10:22 p.m., possibly due to cardiac arrest once again. I wait for my assistant Hensley to deliver and release the corpse to the hospital morgue. My only concern is that there may perhaps be further inquiry into the claw-like contusions upon the deceased’s forearms and along his facial cheeks. I still cannot fathom how the subject, who was restrained, managed to damage himself in such a way. Both Hensley and I agree that the peculiar wounds appeared to spontaneously appear across the patient’s flesh of their own accord.

Having witnessed this entire incident, I must admit that further precautions are still a necessity as I continue to push on toward a resolution to this condition. The screams of the patient still reverberate within my ears at those haunting terrors, which only existed in his tormented mind. My first assertion is that the patient’s experience became so vivid, he was somehow able to enact the subjective manifestations of his consciousness into literal lacerations upon his extremities. Perhaps Hensley and I are the first to witness the true potential of the human mind to inflict its falsely perceived stimuli upon the body during a controlled experiment. Mind over the material world indeed! This may warrant further exploration in the future after I have completed my current work toward a cure for dementia praecox.

When Hensley returns, he will prepare Subject 42 for her time in the chair. I will administer the new cocktail of ingredients according to the schedule after readjusting the chloroform and nitrous oxide levels for proper sedation during the procedure. Even though she’s much smaller than Subject 41, we still need to gauge the appropriate levels of anesthesia so Subject 42 will remain conscious yet controllable and programmable during the procedure.

As I understand it, Subject 42 has a peculiarly heightened state of hysteria, so perhaps this will allow us to mark any substantial improvements in her mental realignment using the electric resonating device with profound measure. It was difficult to identify the response from Subject 41 due to his condition’s tepid state and mannerisms.

Regardless of tonight’s setbacks, I have the utmost certainty that I can mitigate the issues Subject 41 experienced tonight. It is too soon for me to surrender now and too dangerous for me to stop. Questions are being asked already and if I do not have an answer to Annabelle’s condition soon, I may not be able to cure her ailment before they forcibly return me to New York if they discover what I have been doing. Certainly, they would shower me with accolades upon my substantial progress, but the board will need to see results and I need to save Annabelle if I am to marry her. She would definitively accept my proposal of marriage with a clear mind, for who else could liberate her from Dr. Kraepelin’s diagnosis other than the youngest fellow to be accepted by Bethlem Royal Hospital? At the age of thirty-seven, I will become renowned for such an achievement and therefore, Annabelle would accept me unconditionally.

E. L., PhD

Edgar rested his quill in the inkwell and remained still as he pondered what outcomes awaited him in the final experiment of the evening. A rapping at the heavy oak study door rescued him from his reverie.

“Yes, what is it?” he asked.

“Dr. Livingston, Subject 42 is now prepped for the resonance procedure,” Hensley responded. “Should I start charging the apparatus?”

“Indeed, Hensley. I shall be there momentarily.”

synopsis

In 1887, Dr. Edgar Livingston worked relentlessly to find a cure for his beloved’s condition which caused her mind to unravel from the tormenting hallucinations. Through trial and error experimentation on dozens of mentally ill patients at Bethlem Royal Hospital, he pushed against the moral threshold of ethical practices attempting to unlock the secrets of the human mind by realigning their resonance with reality. What Doctor Livingston did not realize were the otherworldly dimensions that took notice of his impetuous work.

“Dementia Praecox” is the second story in the “A Short Journey Into Darkness” horror series by author W.O. Cassity. The short story series offers originally unique fiction written in vivid detail to immerse readers into the fringes of terror.

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Author Bio:

W.O. Cassity grew up in the Mississippi Delta Valley dreaming of new worlds fueled by his passions for writing and playing tabletop games with his friends. As an adult, he relocated to Nashville, Tennessee where he pursued a career in IT and Telecommunications, working for companies such as Dell Computer Corporation, Verizon Wireless and Asurion. Will returned to his childhood passions sharing those experiences with his children. He went on to release his debut novel, “Heir of the Blood King” which was well received. He also has an ongoing horror short story series, “A Short Journey Into Darkness”.  Will and his wife, Barbara, currently reside in Arkansas with their four children, three dogs and one very stinky cat.

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Author Blog: http://www.wocassity.com 
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My Review:

I give Dementia Praecox four stars!
I thoroughly enjoyed it. The author describes each scene in such detail that I felt like I was watching a horror film. I don’t want to give too much away, but I will say that I understood what motivated Dr. Edgar to perform his experiments. However, after so much carnage, you’d think he’d give up. No, he perseveres. And that leads him to an outcome he never thought possible. If you love horror, I highly recommend this novella.

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