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Christmas Wish List w/ Jackson and Tinsley from Wicked Fantasies. #FantasyDiary #PNR #IRromance

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Happy Friday!
All December long, I’ll be sharing my characters’ Christmas wish lists. First up, Jackson and Tinsley from my paranormal romance, Wicked Fantasies. They’re going to share with you 3 things from their Christmas wish list. (P.S. I am not responsible for what they say.) Enjoy!

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Tinsley and Jackson…

Tinsley: My three Christmas wishes are simple. First off, I wish for world peace.

Jackson: Hold up, babe. Let me stop you there. I think she wants us to wish for things we can actually get.

Tinsley: World peace is possible.

Jackson: Have you looked at the news lately? Just saying…

Tinsley: Okay, well, I wish that mankind would be more loving and caring to each other.

Jackson: I have to stop you again.

Tinsley: What now, Jackson?

Jackson: We have enough going on with angels, demons, witches and such, maybe we should focus on us and less on mankind. They can take care of themselves.

Tinsley: See, that’s where we differ. I want to protect everyone, humans and supernaturals.

Jackson: I just think humans should be left alone to fend for….

SIREN: Guys, this is an interview. The public is reading every word you say. And guess what, most of them are humans. Can you act a little more professional?

Jackson: Whoa, Siren. This is who I am. I’m not about to change for humans. Don’t…

SIREN: Please behave. Please. Just for today.

Jackson: Since you said please and since you’re one of the few humans I like, I’ll behave. Go ahead Tinsley. Tell the humans what’s on your Christmas wish list.

Tinsley: Okay, let me try this again. I wish for world peace. For humans and supernaturals. I wish me and my mate could have some alone time before the battle that’s coming starts.

Jackson: I like that wish.

Tinsley: I knew you would. My last wish, is that we win this battle. There’s so many lives at stake, humans and supernaturals. I hope we’re able to defeat the darkness that’s coming and I hope we don’t let it consume us and turn us dark too.

Jackson: I won’t let you turn dark baby. We got this.

Tinsley: Thanks. Now, what are your three wishes?

Jackson: I wish our friends and family would stop coming around so much. I want time alone with you so I can fuc…

Tinsley: Language!

Jackson: Oh right. Humans are reading this. I would like for our peeps to stay away so I can make you come all day and all night with no interruptions.

Tinsley: Jackson, that’s not the kind of stuff you’re supposed to wish for.

Jackson: Okay. Okay. I have two more wishes. I wish you would stop wearing panties. That way, you won’t yell at me every time I rip a pair of them off of you.

Tinsley: TMI!

Jackson: Okay. Here’s my last wish. I wish this interview was over so I could bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and lick that sweet pus….

Tinsley: Babe! T.M.I. Seriously.

Jackson: I was just kidding. I like seeing you blush. Even though I do plan to bend you over and soon, my last wish is for the safety of us and our families as we head into the battle to come. Yeah, we’ve fought in many battles, but this one is different. This one feels different. We have so much to lose. We’ve made new friends along the way, found love, met new family members. I don’t want to lose any of them. I especially don’t want to lose you. So, my main wish for this Christmas is for safety for those I love. Starting with the witch right next to me.

Tinsley: Awww, baby, that’s the perfect wish.

Jackson: I thought you’d like that. If you want, I can show you what my other wish is.

Tinsley: You mean tell me.

Jackson: No, I mean show you. Let’s go. This interview is cutting into my alone time with you.

Tinsley: Thanks for the interview Siren and thank you to all the humans who are reading this. Happy Holidays.

Jackson: Yeah, what my mate said. Let’s go babe.

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Well, I hope you enjoyed the interview with Jackson and Tinsley. Tinsley is a sweetheart. But… Jackson has a one track mind. Especially when his mate is around. Next week, I’ll be releasing my holiday paranormal and you’ll get to meet the characters and see what’s on their holiday wish list. Until then, have a safe and happy weekend.

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A Witch For Christmas will be available next week!

All she wants for Christmas is a certain shifter in her bed.
All he wants for Christmas is a curvy witch to call his own.
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#NewRelease and #Naughty Excerpt from Wicked Fantasies by Siren Allen.

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It’s finally here!

Wicked Fantasies is now available. Are you ready for book 3 of the Fantasy Diary series? This is an action-packed novel featuring demons, witches, gargoyles and other amazing creatures from the lore. Oh, and did I mention the HOT sexy scenes? Don’t believe me, try it for yourself. And guess what? For now, this novel is only 0.99 cents.

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One look was all it took.

Their eyes met and at that moment, she knew she’d have to kill him.
He’s Jackson Nolan, a playboy demon. She’s Tinsley Dubois, a demon-killing witch. Killing him should be easy. Problem is, there’s a chance he might be her mate. And every time he stares at her, she has an insane urge to show him that she can be just as wicked as he is.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t have time for that. The world is falling apart around her. To save it, she has to do what she was created to do: kill Jackson and his brothers. But, when allies become enemies, Tinsley realizes that Jackson may be the only one she can depend on.

He’s never wanted a mate.
And though he’s found his, his feelings hadn’t changed. He doesn’t want Tinsley as his life partner. But, he’d gladly accept her as his mistress. Underneath him, she won’t be able to kill him and his brothers like she’s prophesied to do. Underneath him, she won’t be able to lead her squad of dark angels to his doorstep.
Underneath him, she won’t be able to utter curses that could destroy him and his inner beast. However, when he finds her all alone, bruised and battered, having her under him is the last thing on his mind. He wants to protect her, avenge her. He wants to destroy those who seek to hurt his witch. Even if it means destroying those he once called friends.

Finding a mate hadn’t been his plan. Now that he’s found her, he’s not letting her go.
Problem is, how does he convince a demon-killing witch, that he’s a demon worth loving?

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“I want to be left alone, Jackson.”
“Not entirely true. What you want, is me and my brothers’ dead.”
“True,” she whispered.
That stung. More than he was willing to admit.
“Which is why I can never leave you alone, witch. I have to keep my eyes on you. My brothers’ safety depends on it.” Plus, he liked looking at her.
“Can we please call a truce for tonight?”
“Yeah right. Why? So, you can teleport out of here?”
“I don’t teleport. I portal jump. And right now, I’m too weak to do that.”
She can’t run from us. That should make me happy. It doesn’t. Our witch is weak. Vulnerable to the angels.
“Fuck,” Jackson mumbled under his breath.
“Must you curse so much?”
“Must you curse so little?” He countered before sighing. “This portal jumping shit you do, it’s linked to your health?”
“Sort of. When I’m weak, my magic is weak.”
She’s like us. If we don’t feed soon, we’ll grow weak. We’ll become a danger to everyone around us. Including our witch.
His beast was right. He needed to feed. Soon. And feeding on his mate was out of the question. She was still pissed at him for the last time he’d bit her.
Not our fault. Her scent had… overwhelmed us.
“No excuses. We fucked up. Lost control. Never again.”
“If I let you shower and rest, for this night only, I require something in return.”
“I am so not having sex with you,” she glared over her shoulder at him.
Damn, he loved her eyes.
You mean ass?
“No demon, I mean eyes.”
Oh. Yeah. Her eyes are nice.
“If you’re asking for sex in exchange for a night of rest, the answer is no, demon.”
“I didn’t ask you for sex witch, this time. But, I’m ready whenever you are. Right now, all I’m asking is that you let me look at you.”
“You’re already doing that.”
“I want to see all of you.”
“Uh, I’m butt ass naked, demon.”
I love it when she curses.
“Me too.”
“Turn around, Tinsley. Face me. Let me look at you. Then I’ll leave. And you’ll be safe from me for twenty-four hours.”
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Twenty-four whole hours? Not just for tonight?”
Jackson nodded. After following her all over the states for weeks, he already knew how her mind worked. Currently, she was thinking about how far away she could get from him in twenty-four hours.
He didn’t let his grin show. No matter where she went, as long as she had the backpack, he’d be able to find her. Easily. He’d hoped to get better acquainted with her tonight. And by that, he meant, he’d hoped to put his dick in her tonight. He would have to wait a bit longer.
“All I have to do is turn around?” She asked shyly.
That shy shit turns me on.
“Since when?”
Since her.
“Turn around witch. I promise not to touch.”
With a long drawn out breath, she finally turned around.
“Put your hands down.”
Inhaling deeply, she dropped her hands before exhaling slowly. Jackson stepped forward. She retreated further.
“You said no touching.”
“Not touching, witch,” he growled.
“Your eyes have turned black.”
“We won’t touch.”
“When you say we, you mean you and the monster inside of you?”
Tell her I’m no monster.
“You kind of are.”
Fuck. Tell her I’m not that bad of a monster.
“Yes,” he told her. “Me and my monster.”
Stop scaring her.
“How does it feel having a monster inside of you?” She asked.
A devilish grin crept across his face. “You’ll find out soon.”
She shook her head. “Can you be serious for a second?”
“I cannot. Now be quiet, while I stare at you.”
“Rude.”
“Sometimes.” His eyes roamed over her flesh. Every wet inch that he could see.
Need to see more.
“Agreed.”
The water, that was now lukewarm, fell over his clothed body as he knelt down in the tub.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“Looking. Put your foot on my shoulder.”
She laughed. The sound was a mixture of shock and hysteria. “No. Nope. Hell no. Get up.”
“Do you want twenty-four hours of peace or not?”
“You suck.”
“Not tonight.”
“Ugh. Let’s get this over with.” She placed her foot on his shoulder.
His hands twitched. Both he and his beast was struggling to keep their hands to themselves. Her body was curvy as hell. She was attractive in her clothes, which was often times loose fitting.
Naked, she was a work of art. Jackson’s gaze trailed from her sculpted legs up to her hips that flared out. Her stomach was flat and her breasts were plump and beautiful with their brown nipples that was slowly hardening under his gaze.
“What happened to your chest?” he growled.
She stared down, hand going to the scars on her chest. “It was an accident.”
“That don’t look like an accident. Did the angels do that to you?”
“No. It was… my pet.”
“You’ve got a pet?”
“I do. Maybe you’ll get to meet him one day.”
“Maybe you should stay away from him. Why haven’t you healed? You’re a witch.”
“I’m weak, which is why I need to rest.” She rolled her eyes. “Are you done staring?” Her voice was raspy.
“No. Does your chest hurt?”
“No.”
“Good.”
The thought of her in pain didn’t sit well with him. If he could destroy this pet of hers, he would. He had a feeling she wouldn’t like that. His gaze travelled up to her slender neck. He wanted to bite her.
He’d only had one taste of her, but that had been enough to hook him. He often dreamed about drinking her blood as he fucked her. In his dreams, she didn’t call him a Brother Of Calamity. She called him by his name. She screamed it, all night long.
Hungry, his demon snarled.
Jackson ignored him. There was one more spot he wanted to stare at. A spot he’d purposely skipped over in his initial perusal.
“Open your legs… just a little.”
She hesitated.
“Twenty-four hours of peace is almost yours,” he reminded her.
She obeyed, eyes going to the ceiling. “Hurry up. It’s getting cold.”

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Cinderella and the Wolf Prince Sexy Teaser. #FairyTale #SirensTale #ParanormalRomance

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Today, I’m sharing a sexy teaser from my latest release, Cinderella And The Wolf Prince. Enjoy!

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He moved forward, stretching her as he slid into her heat. She’d never felt so full. He kept going, until he was fully seated inside of her. He lifted his mouth from hers.

“Mine,” he growled before pulling out and surging forward.

Pleasure exploded inside her. Her brain didn’t have time to fully register it before he was pulling out and slamming into her again, and again. She could barely catch her breath as he rode her.

Who needed to breathe anyway? This felt more important than air. And the sounds he was making… damn, they made her all tingly on the inside. Add to that what his c*ck was doing to her, and she knew she wasn’t going to last long.

It was supposed to be the male who lacked stamina, not the female. That was what all the Ladies of the Night said. Apparently, Cinderella was the exception. She wasn’t going to last as long as him. She could feel it. Her body began to tremble.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he rested his forehead in the crook of her neck. Her body rocked with the force of his thrusts. The bed squeaked underneath them. His hands slipped under her body and he gripped her a**, holding her closer to him.

His movements became more frantic. His lips were everywhere. Her neck, then her chest, then her lips, then her neck again. It was beautiful chaos. And the symphony their bodies were creating was amazing.

Who knew skin slapping against skin could sound so erotic? She’d undervalued sex all these years. It wasn’t disgusting nor sticky and rarely worth the three minutes of discomfort. With the right person, it lasted way longer than three minutes.

And that stickiness felt good. Damn good. But she didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. Each thrust made the pressure build more and more. She was going to come. There was no stopping it.

Then he did something unexpected. He bit her. As in, sank his teeth into her neck. There was pain, but there was also pleasure. And that pleasure tipped her over the edge. She cried out.

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#WickedWednesday: Step Into The Darkness with Celeste and Rip. #FdUpFairyTales #SirensTales #ParanormalRomance

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Happy hump day! It’s Wicked Wednesday and today I’m sharing an excerpt from my naughty fairy tale, Into The Darkness. The story revolves around the relationship between a beautiful but borderline psychotic witch and a sexy but cursed witch hunter. I love Celeste and Rip. I think you will too. Enjoy this wicked excerpt.

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Once Upon A Time…

There lived a witch by the name of Celeste Dubois, who was tired of her sister witches disturbing her eternal slumber with their cries. Lately, they all called out to her with the same plea, ‘stop Rip Van Warren, the witch hunter’. Unable to ignore their cries, she lures Rip into her world, where she keeps him as her prisoner for twenty years. She had every intention of torturing him for those twenty years. But the heart wants what the heart wants.

For twenty years Rip Van Warren is held captive by a beautiful bayou witch. He should hate her. However, their time together has made him rethink his vendetta against witches. All of his life he thought magic was evil. Celeste has taught him that it’s a gift to be treasured, almost as much as he treasures her.

When an unexpected threat enters their lives, Celeste is forced to send him back to his own world in order to protect him. He awakens in the middle of the swamp, confused and dazed. His memories of the last twenty years are foggy. Yet, there’s one person he’ll never forget, the witch he left behind. He’s desperately seeking a way back to her. However, the witches of New Orleans aren’t willing to help a famous witch hunter.

Will the dark witch and the dark hunter have their happily ever after?
Or will he return too late to save the witch he loves?

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“Rip, can I ask for one more thing?”
“What do you want now witch, my kidneys?” He joked.
“Nothing that important. But, would you mind washing my back?”
Rip coughed. Why? He had no idea.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” he coughed some more. “I swallowed wrong.” He cleared his throat. “I’m good.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Okay. Will you wash my back for me, please?”
He knew witches. He’d studied them all his life. He knew this was a trick of some sort. That didn’t stop him from agreeing.
“Yes, witch, I’ll wash your back.”
He took a step back when he saw her silhouette pulling the shower curtain back. Down boy, he whispered to his body. She’s a witch. There’s no telling what she has up her sleeve. Proceed with caution.
She moved the curtain out of the way, revealing her back to him. She was seated in the tub and all he could see was her shoulders and upper back.
“You can’t do it from way over there,” she called over her shoulder.
Rip realized he’d taken three steps back. He took a deep breath then walked forward until he stood at the edge of the tub, staring down at her. Bubbles shielded her body from his view. Rip sent up a silent prayer, thanking his maker for bubbles.
He didn’t want to see her naked. Not one inch of her. She lifted her knees and part of her thighs peeked through the water. He balled his hands into fists. He could wash the back of one small witch without losing his shit.
She lifted this puff ball out of the water. A red loofah. Rip knelt behind the tub, bringing his face level with the back of her head. As he reached for the loofah, he closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. Intoxicating.
Their hands touched when he grasped the loofah. A jolt of electricity sizzled between them. His already hard cock jerked. Thankfully, with her back to him, she couldn’t see his reaction to her.
Rip pulled the loofah from her hand. She leaned forward and tilted her head down, revealing more of her back to him. He wanted to touch her, not with the loofah, with his hands. He wanted to rub his fingers over her skin to see if it was as smooth as it looked.
She lifted her hair from her shoulder. Droplets of water ran down her back then disappeared beneath the bubbles.
“Something wrong?”
“No.”
“Oh, okay.”
Rip dipped the loofah in the water then proceeded to rub it across her shoulders. The thing was so small in his grasp, more of his hand was touching her than loofah. She didn’t say anything, and he didn’t want to stop touching her, so he kept going.
He dipped the loofah into the water again and then squeezed it over her shoulders, allowing it to drip down her back. He rubbed it over her back, lathering her flesh, then dipping the loofah into the water and dripping it over her skin to remove the suds.
He focused on her neck as he worked, fearing if he stared anywhere else, he’d embarrass himself in front of her. Once he was done, he stretched his arm out.
“Done. Here’s your loofah.”
She didn’t take it. Instead, she stared over her shoulder at him, her brown gaze meeting his.
“You’re not done.”
“No?”
“You haven’t washed my whole back.”
“I can’t reach….”
She stood up in the tub.
He forgot how to breathe.

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#TeaserTuesday A steamy excerpt from Into The Darkness. #FdUpFairyTale #SirensTales #Paranormal

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Happy Tuesday! Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my novella, Into The Darkness. This story is part of the F’d Up Fairy Tales series – naughty fairy tales written by a group of awesome authors.

Be sure to read them all after you enjoy this excerpt from, Into The Darkness.

Castle in the swamp.

Once Upon A Time…

There lived a witch by the name of Celeste Dubois, who was tired of her sister witches disturbing her eternal slumber with their cries. Lately, they all called out to her with the same plea, ‘stop Rip Van Warren, the witch hunter’.

Unable to ignore their cries, she lures Rip into her world, where she keeps him as her prisoner for twenty years. She had every intention of torturing him for those twenty years. But the heart wants what the heart wants.

For twenty years Rip Van Warren is held captive by a beautiful bayou witch. He should hate her. However, their time together has made him rethink his vendetta against witches. All of his life he thought magic was evil. Celeste has taught him that it’s a gift to be treasured, almost as much as he treasures her.

When an unexpected threat enters their lives, Celeste is forced to send him back to his own world in order to protect him. He awakens in the middle of the swamp, confused and dazed. His memories of the last twenty years are foggy.

Yet, there’s one person he’ll never forget, the witch he left behind. He’s desperately seeking a way back to her. However, the witches of New Orleans aren’t willing to help a famous witch hunter.

Will the dark witch and the dark hunter have their happily ever after?
Or will he return too late to save the witch he loves?

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They both grew silent. He could hear her moving around in the water. He tried not to, but he couldn’t stop himself from imagining what she looked like behind the curtain.

“Rip?”

“Uh, huh? Yeah? What’s up?”

“I’ve apologized. But you haven’t told me whether you forgive me or not.”

Oh that. “Do I have a choice?”

“Of course. Forgiveness cannot be forced.”

True. Did he forgive her? She’d kidnapped him, sent him into a coma and was forcing him to work in the forest. But, he’d destroyed the magic of some of her kind and killed others. If their deeds were placed on a scale, his bad would outweigh hers.

“Yeah, witch, I forgive you.”
He heard her sigh.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Rip shoved his hands into his pockets and stared around the room. So… was their conversation over with? He was no longer needed. She’d said what she’d had to say. He’d forgiven her. They were cool… for now.

“Rip, can I ask for one more thing?”

“What do you want now witch, my kidney?” He joked.

“Nothing that important. But, would you mind washing my back?”

Rip coughed. Why? He had no idea.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” he coughed some more. “I swallowed wrong.” He cleared his throat. “I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Okay. Will you wash my back for me, please?”

He knew witches. He’d studied them all his life. He knew this was a trick of some sort. That didn’t stop him from agreeing.

“Yes, witch, I’ll wash your back.”

He took a step back when he saw her silhouette pulling the shower curtain back. Down boy, he whispered to his body. She’s a witch. There’s no telling what she has up her sleeve. Proceed with caution.

She moved the curtain out of the way, revealing her back to him. She was seated in the tub and all he could see was her shoulders and upper back.

“You can’t do it from way over there,” she called over her shoulder.

Rip realized he’d taken three steps back. He took a deep breath then walked forward until he stood at the edge of the tub, staring down at her. Bubbles shielded her body from his view. Rip sent up a silent prayer, thanking his maker for bubbles.

He didn’t want to see her naked. Not one inch of her. She lifted her knees and part of her thighs peeked through the water. He balled his hands into fists. He could wash the back of one small witch without losing his shit.

She lifted this puff ball out of the water. A red loofah. Rip knelt behind the tub, bringing his face level with the back of her head. As he reached for the loofah, he closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. Intoxicating.

Their hands touched when he grasped the loofah. A jolt of electricity sizzled between them. His already hard cock jerked. Thankfully, with her back to him, she couldn’t see his reaction to her.

Rip pulled the loofah from her hand. She leaned forward and tilted her head down, revealing more of her back to him. He wanted to touch her, not with the loofah, with his hands. He wanted to rub his fingers over her skin to see if it was as smooth as it looked.

She lifted her hair from her shoulder. Droplets of water ran down her back then disappeared beneath the bubbles.

“Something wrong?”

“No.”

“Oh, okay.”

Rip dipped the loofah in the water then proceeded to rub it across her shoulders. The thing was so small in his grasp, more of his hand was touching her than loofah. She didn’t say anything, and he didn’t want to stop touching her, so he kept going.

He dipped the loofah into the water again and then squeezed it over her shoulders, allowing it to drip down her back. He rubbed it over her back, lathering her flesh, then dipping the loofah into the water and dripping it over her skin to remove the suds.

He focused on her neck as he worked, fearing if he stared anywhere else, he’d embarrass himself in front of her. Once he was done, he stretched his arm out.

“Done. Here’s your loofah.”

She didn’t take it. Instead, she stared over her shoulder at him, her brown gaze meeting his.

“You’re not done.”

“No?”

“You haven’t washed my whole back.”

“I can’t reach….”

She stood up in the tub.

He forgot how to breathe.

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A Dark Moment From Chemistry By Ellen K. Bennett #Romance #BDSM

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The road to a happily ever after in Romanceland is never an easy one. This month, we’re highlighting the dark moments of our favorite romance novels and novellas. Enjoy this excerpt from Chemistry by Ellen K. Bennett.

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Chemistry – a novel about love and attraction

He’s a tough city cop, and she’s a brilliant graduate student. They meet under impossible circumstances, and they can’t stay away from each other.

In 1992, 22-year-old Nell Russow arrives in Calgary from Auckland to begin a Masters degree in Biochemistry. She and her fellow graduate students frequent a bar near to campus where, unbeknown to them, after hours, girls are drugged and raped by a group of regular punters and some of the staff. One night, Nell is simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

During the course of a police investigation into the use of date-rape drugs, Nell meets Mark Shore, an undercover investigator, posing as a customer. After the case is successfully prosecuted she encounters Mark again. Unable to deny her attraction to him, Nell finds in Mark both passion and compassion, and an as yet unexplored sexual connection.

Reckless, carefree Mark, and calm, rational Nell begin to explore the limits of their sexuality and tolerance, with him leading the way in some of their darker experiments.

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The cab from the airport pulled up in front of Mark’s apartment building in the early morning sunlight. I raced up the stairs, and then I was outside his door pounding on it, jiggling up and down impatiently, so excited to see him I could hardly wait. The door opened and there stood Lisa. She was dressed in her uniform (she worked in a beauty salon, which I would nastily refer to as a massage parlour), ready for work. I have to hand it to her, she dealt with it perfectly.
‘Oh! Hello Nell. What on earth are you doing here at this hour? I thought you were only coming back tonight. You look exhausted. Why don’t you come in and have some coffee with us?’
Us? Who was ‘us’? I actually pushed her out of the way as I barged into the apartment, calling out for Mark. I was so tired and confused, I just couldn’t make out what she was doing there. I think I would rather have found an alligator in Mark’s apartment than this perfectly groomed and made-up nightmare.
Mark came out of the bedroom, a towel around his lean hips, towelling his hair from the shower. He looked adorable but I was in no mood. Still, I didn’t want to lose my cool and jump to conclusions. There could, after all, be an explanation for this, although I couldn’t imagine what it could be.
Keeping my voice as level as possible, I asked him,
‘What’s going on here Mark?’
‘Oh, my God, Nell!’ he exclaimed, but I couldn’t tell if it was because he was shocked or because he was excited to see me. ‘When the hell did you get in?’
‘A little earlier than you were expecting me by the looks of things.’ I jerked my head in Lisa’s direction.
She was now in the kitchen, making coffee as if she belonged there. I felt like I was going to be sick. Mark played it cool.
‘Oh, baby come here and give me hug. I’ve missed you so much,’ he said, bearing down on me.
I took a step back and said,
‘Have you.’
I said this calmly and quietly, but it wasn’t a question, and there was now no mistaking my demeanor. If I had burst in on the two of them, then I was not going to take it on the chin or look the other way.
‘Oh, Lisa just came by to pick up some CDs on her way to work, eh Lisa?’
Mark was clearly hoping that this would get him off the hook and she would play along. The bitch, she dropped him right in it.
‘Yes, I just popped in for a coffee and to pick up some things that I left here the other night.’
‘I see.’
I didn’t but I wasn’t going to say so. I decided to let them do all the talking.
We stood there, facing each other. I was aching to touch him, hold him and tell him how much I had missed him. I was so sorry that I had come here now to be confronted with my worst nightmare. On the other hand, what if I had just gone straight home? Would he have told me about it?
‘Sweetheart please don’t jump to conclusions. You know we’re just old friends.’
‘Yes Nell,’ chimed in the blonde coffee maker. ‘You don’t need to get upset. It’s really no big deal.’
‘Mark, I don’t know what to think. I just dropped by to say hello to you on my way in from the airport. I thought it would be a nice surprise. Clearly it isn’t. I’m going home now and maybe I’ll see you later.’
And I left, with Lisa calling out a cheery goodbye as I slammed the door behind me. Round one to you Barbie, I thought. Mark didn’t come after me – he wasn’t dressed – so I hailed another cab and went home, where I took a long shower, took the phone off the hook and went to bed with some sleeping pills. The jetlag was taking its toll on me, and as upset as I was, I was exhausted and just wanted to enter oblivion.
In the late afternoon the downstairs buzzer rang, and then rang again insistently, stirring me from the fog of sleep. My suitcase, which had gone astray, had been tracked down and was now downstairs, delivered by the airline. The bell for my apartment’s front door rang a few minutes later, followed by loud knocking, just in case I hadn’t heard it. This guy obviously wasn’t pleased at being imperiously ordered to carry heavy bags around the building when all he was being paid to do was deliver them.
I opened the door to find Mark standing there with my suitcase. He had left work early and arrived as my luggage was delivered. I slammed the door hard in his face, narrowly missing his fingers and yelled,
‘Oh, will you just bugger off!’
‘Don’t you want your luggage?’ he asked through the door.
‘Please just leave it there and go away.’
‘No. I want to talk to you.’
I wrenched open the door again.
‘Really? About what?’
‘You know about what.’
‘I don’t think I need anyone to join the dots for me Mark. I hope you had a good time, I really do, but I can’t cope with you and your childish infidelities right now, so please just leave my luggage and go.’
But he didn’t. He dragged it inside for me and went and sat on one of the couches, cool as you please, just looking at me. He wasn’t smiling, or trying to pretend nothing had happened, but he wasn’t looking too sheepish either.
‘Please come here Nell.’
I was standing over in my kitchen, arms folded tightly around myself and huddled inside my pajamas, a ball of fury.
‘Mark, I am not taking instructions from you, least of all in my own home. I have just flown half way around the world, and all I wanted to do was come and see you. You cannot possibly be so unimaginative and selfish as to think that finding Lisa of all people with you this morning, in cozy domesticity, acting like she owned the place, was going to make a nice welcome home for me.’
‘Please let me explain.’
‘I will do no such thing. I am not interested in the details, which will only hurt me more than you have already, and please don’t insult me by trying to make excuses. You will only make things worse.’
‘How have I hurt you?’
‘Don’t ask me stupid questions. I am tired, I am jetlagged and I am going back to bed. You can sit there and twiddle your thumbs if you have nothing better to do with your Friday night, which I am sure is not the case. I would prefer it if you left.’
‘I’d rather stay. You must be hungry. Knowing you there’s no food in the house.’ There wasn’t. ‘Why don’t you let me go out and get some things and then cook you a nice meal and we can talk about what’s going on?’
‘Oh, Mark,’ I was now close to tears. ‘Please just leave me alone. I really cannot deal with you right now.’
I went back to my bedroom, closing but not locking the door, and went back to bed and eventually fell asleep again. I could hear Mark, who wisely left me to simmer, moving around next door, turning on the TV or the radio, opening and closing the kitchen cupboards, no doubt inspecting my poor supplies with disapproval, and then the front door closed with a click.
When I woke up it was dark. My face was haggard from the trip, puffy bags under my eyes, and I was without makeup. I didn’t bother to change out of my pajamas either. I wasn’t going to make an effort for him tonight. He would have to confront me as I was, if he had had the courage to stay.
Mark was lying on one of the couches, comfortable, relaxed, feet up and reading a newspaper. The TV was on with the sound low, tuned in to one of the news channels. He looked up as I came out of the bedroom and gave me a tentative smile, but I didn’t smile back. I ignored him completely, not even mumbling a response to his,
‘Hello sweetie. Feeling better?’
I went to the kitchen to get some water and Mark sat up and put the newspaper aside, following me. He put his arms around me from behind as I was standing at the sink drinking, resting his chin on the top of my head. I held myself stiffly, rigid and unresponsive and then I pulled away and went and sat on a kitchen stool and stared at him. I wasn’t going to give him any help at all.
‘You look really tired darling,’ he ventured.
‘Travelling around the world in one day does that. But thank you for the compliment,’ I replied with sarcasm.
‘Look, would you please just settle down and eat something and let me talk to you. You really have blown this right out of proportion.’
‘Yes, I’m sure it’s because I’m so unreasonable that you felt you needed to fuck that tart while I was away for just a few weeks.’
I didn’t raise my voice, but Mark was going to have to work hard for this one.
‘I didn’t fuck her, and she’s not a tart.’
That’s what you think, I thought.
‘I don’t believe you.’
‘Look darling, you know I get a bit carried away from time to time, but it’s you I love, and Lisa’s engaged to André.’
‘So what?’
‘So, it didn’t mean anything.’
‘So you did fuck her.’
‘No, I didn’t. She came over to watch some movies the other night. She was worried that I was lonely. I may have had a bit too much to drink, and she kissed me. But I swear that was all.’
‘Is that supposed to make me feel better?’
God help me, I was going to forgive him as usual, but Lisa better stay out of my way if she wanted her perfect face and hair to stay that way. There was no doubt in my mind that she had planned the whole thing, and had been at his place that morning deliberately, hoping that I would arrive and walk in on them. How could Mark be so stupid and so blind to her manipulation?
Had this been the end of it, maybe things would have been okay. But things were not okay. The case Mark was working on was making him quite dangerously disturbed, and he was moody and distracted, tired and drawn. My heart ached for him, but I didn’t want to add to his pressure, so I tried to go along with him and do what he wanted, wanting to make him happy. He needed help, and I didn’t know it and neither did he.
Things went back to what, on the surface, passed for normal, but towards the end of August, Mark was sent out of town for two days to work on the case. He was by now in such a state of emotional frustration, a state which he could not share with me, that he was seeking something else, something darker and more destructive. Something in him needed the sad, angry release that I was unable to give him. Afterwards he was even more sad and depressed than before.

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Ellen K. Bennett is a pen name under which I write my books of erotic adult fiction. This subterfuge is necessary to avoid causing embarrassment to my scientific colleagues, who may be searching for the more serious work that I publish in real life. I have lived in the UK, Canada, and South Africa, and I now live on the West Coast with my fellow-scientist husband and our two children. We are dedicated wine drinkers, beach bums, and dog lovers. Writing is my joy and my passion, and I love hearing from readers.

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Water dripped from the cracks in the cement ceiling. Chained to the wall, Rip tilted his head back and opened his mouth. Drop after drop of water landed on his tongue. It wasn’t enough. But it was more than he’d had over the last two days. Or had it been three? Maybe ten. It was hard to tell time in this place that wasn’t supposed to exist.

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