Category Archives: Erotic Expressions

Erotic thoughts expressed through poetry.

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

cinderella and the wolf princeAmazon

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

sexywulfteaserbigger

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.

sirenstales1

I hope you enjoyed this sexy teaser from Cinderella And The Wolf Prince. Both books in my Siren Tale’s series are FREE w/Kindle Unlimited. Each book features a different fairy tale theme. These books do not have to be read in order.

Cinderella And The Wolf Prince is FREE w/Kindle Unlimited

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075WBTHGQ
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B075WBTHGQ
CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B075WBTHGQ

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

wic

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.

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?

Beautiful african woman in the studio

 

“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.

Beautiful african woman in the studio

Available on Amazon and FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071P4SSH4
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B071P4SSH4
CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B071P4SSH4
AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B071P4SSH4

Don’t go yet. Be sure to enter the June giveaway for a chance to win an Amazon gift card. Winner will be announced in July. Good Luck!!

https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/a576fb1c19/

 

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

Teaser Tuesday 2

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?

Beautiful african woman in the studio

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.

amazonkindleu

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071P4SSH4
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B071P4SSH4
CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B071P4SSH4
AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B071P4SSH4

fdupteaser

Be sure to read all of the books in the F’d Up Fairy Tales Collection.
Click HERE to view the collection on Amazon.

But wait… there’s more.

Don’t miss out on the May giveaway!
Enter daily for a chance to win an Amazon gift card.
https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/a576fb1c18/

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

FOOLINLOVE

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.

Chemistry pic already used as cover

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.

excerpt

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.

Chemistry Teaser

Buy links:

Amazon  (e-book and paperback)

Kobo
https://www.kobo.com/za/en/ebook/chemistry-78
B&N e-book
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/chemistry-ellen-k-bennett/1124923412?ean=2940156762170
B&N Paperback
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/chemistry-ellen-k-bennett/1124923412?ean=9781503013698

Author links:
https://www.ellenkbennett.com/
https://www.facebook.com/EKBChemistry/

https://www.amazon.com/Ellen-K.-Bennett/e/B01JOR3LZK
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15582295.Ellen_K_Bennett

Author bio:
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.

FOOLINLOVE

Check back each week for a new Just A Fool In Love post.
List of participating authors: https://sirenallen.com/featured-blogs/

But wait, there’s more.

Enter the Just A Fool In Love giveaway.
CLICK HERE TO ENTER THE GIVEAWAY!

#CoverReveal and excerpt from Into The Darkness – A F’d Up Fairy Tale By Siren Allen #FairyTales #SirensTales #Paranormal

fdup

Ever heard the story of Rip Van Winkle?

Well, I bet you haven’t heard the story of his descendants. In my new fairy tale, you’ll meet Rip Van Warren. Yes, the family has changed their last name to keep from being ridiculed by those who don’t believe old man Rip’s story.

However, a changed name can’t protect them from a centuries old curse. Rip Van Warren is about to make a decision that will have him sleeping for a very long time. Proving that you can change your name, but you can’t change your destiny.

Into The Darkness is part of a F’d Up Fairy Tales collaboration. You don’t want to miss any of these fairy tales. Coming May 19th: bit.ly/2mXkjkw

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. But their time together has made him rethink his vendetta against witches. All 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. But there’s once person he’ll never forget, the witch he left behind. Desperate to get back to her, he searches for a way to return to her world. But 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?

Beautiful african woman in the studio

 A PEEK INTO THE BOOK….

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.

Where was his captor? Was she truly prepared to allow him to starve to death? After their last encounter, he’d thought he’d won her over, convinced her that he was no longer a threat to her and her sister witches. She’d allowed him to touch her, to caress her soft skin and bring her to the brink of an orgasm.

Then she’d pushed him away and ordered her guards to return him to his cell. He was getting tired of her mood swings. Either she was going to torture him or she was going to let him show her how good it could be between the two of them. She couldn’t have it both ways.

She couldn’t spend her days smiling at him then force him away from her each night. Hell, who was he kidding? He was her prisoner. She could do whatever she wanted. She’d reminded him of that countless times. He was the fool for wanting more.

He was done playing these games with her. Witches were evil. He was a witch hunter. It was his job to eradicate them from the face of the Earth. One sexy bayou witch wasn’t going to convince him otherwise. As soon as he figured out a way to free himself, he was going to teach her a few rules about torture. Rule number one: never let your enemy know your weakness.

He knew exactly what to do to make Celeste Dubois weak. He wasn’t going to let his growing feelings for her keep him from doing his job. He was a witch hunter. And his prey wasn’t that far away. It was time for Rip Van Warren to hunt.

giveawayTime

Be sure to enter the Just A Fool In Love giveaway: https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/a576fb1c16/?

Check out this month’s featured blog posts: https://sirenallen.com/featured-blogs/

Want to read about more witches? Check out my Fantasy Diary Series: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00XLZ52CM

But wait, there’s more!

Claimed By The Succubus is coming soon. Sign up to support the headtalker campaign.

https://headtalker.com/campaigns/claimed-by-the-succubus/
C6t7kIdU8AApAt_

Mechanical Men Do It Better #InLust #Scifi #IRromance

madlyinlust1

The Madly In Lust event continues with a seductive scene from my Mechanical Men series. Kiss Me, Keep Me is book 2 of the series. I had such fun writing Zain and Gemini’s story. Enjoy this steamy excerpt! Warning: naughtiness ahead. Proceed with caution. 🙂

Strong Athletic Man Fitness Model Torso Showing Big Muscles

Mechanical men may not have real hearts, but they also can’t break yours. The only thing you have to worry about them breaking is your headboard. But who needs a headboard anyway?
-Hudson Innovations – Making your life better, one machine at a time.

She’s not looking for love. She’s looking for lust.
The headboard breaking kind of lust.

Gemini Prescott has been burned by love too many times. There’s no way she’s going back down that road again. When she learns of mechanical men, she believes she’s found the perfect antidote to her problems. Mechanical men can’t break your heart. Mechanical men can’t cheat on you with your best friend. A mechanical man is exactly what she needs.

But something seems to be wrong with her personal robot. He doesn’t follow orders like he’s supposed to. Instead, he has demands of his own. Demands that leave her begging for more. She would return him to the manufacturer, but there’s this thing he does with his tongue that makes him a keeper.

He’s not looking for love or lust. He’s looking for a way off this planet.

Zain only has one goal: to return to his home-world. Though most of his brethren are enjoying their new life on Earth, Zain has no desire to follow their lead. He doesn’t want to be a pleasure-robot, a slave to whoever purchases him. He plans to leave Earth behind and he’ll destroy anyone who stands in his way.

Then he meets Gemini.
And everything changes.

kmkmtease1

“I like this,” he told her. “This feels good.”

She grinned, but remained silent. The fun part hadn’t started yet. Still rubbing his thighs, she leaned forward and blew her breath against his length. A hiss escaped his lips, but he didn’t break the chains.

Good cyborg.

She blew against him again and felt him shiver. Gem moved closer to his cock. Eyes on him, she licked the tip of him then pulled back. She watched him bite into his lower lip. Poor baby, he was trying his best not to break this pair of cuffs.

Was it bad that she wanted him to break them? That she wanted to push him to his limit? She wanted to see what he could do. Gem leaned forward once more and wrapped her lips around the tip of him.

“Shit,” he groaned, as his cock filled her mouth.

She gripped the base with one hand, then proceeded to bob her head up and down on his length, going down as far as she could. He groaned her name.

“Gemini.”

She tightened her lips around him. His hips raised from the bed as he pushed deeper into his mouth. She placed one hand on his stomach, holding him down, trying to somewhat control his movements.

As he rose up, she moved down. His cock pulsed as he pushed in and out of her mouth. He tasted salty. Not like a human male. But not like she’d thought a robot would. She liked it.

The texture of his skin was different than that of a man’s. It was harder. She grazed her teeth across his skin, a big no-no for regular men. Her cyborg loved it. His cock went from pulsing to actually vibrating against her tongue.

“I don’t know what is happening?” He groaned. “I cannot stop it.”

She didn’t want it to stop. He was vibrating the way her toys did, just faster. Gemini raised her head and stared down at his cock. Yep, he was vibrating like her dildos.

“I think, I think I am malfunctioning. We should…”

“Or perhaps you’re programed to do this.”

“I do not know. I should’ve paid attention during training.”

“I like that we’re learning this together,” she told him before trailing her tongue over his tip.

“You like torturing me,” he groaned.

“Is that what I’m doing?” She sucked him into her mouth again.

“Yes, but it’s the sweetest torture.”

It was the sweetest torture for her also. The more she touched him, the more aroused she became. Soon, she would be begging him to fill her with his cock. But, he wasn’t ready for that part yet.

And she didn’t want to rush him. So, she took her time, licking up and down his length as he vibrated in her palm. His body jerked. He hissed her name as his heels dug into the mattress.

Her gaze drifted to the handcuffs as she gripped him tighter and sucked him into her mouth, only to release him and suck him in again. She found him rubbing his head against his shoulder until the blindfold pushed past his eyes and over his head.

“I wanted to watch,” he told her.

Mouth full, all she could do was wink. She grazed her teeth along his skin again.

“Stars, Gemini.” His eyes snapped shut and he clenched his teeth.

So much for him wanting to watch. Though his eyes were closed and hands were clenched into fist, the cuffs were still in place. Good cyborg. But she was tired of him being good.

She wanted him to be bad.

madinlust2

~Buy Links: FREE with Kindle Unlimited.~

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MYF23LX/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01MYF23LX/
Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01MYF23LX/

View seductive scenes from other authors in the Madly In Lust Blog Event: https://sirenallen.com/featured-blogs/

But wait, there’s more. Enter the Madly In Lust giveaway.

CLICK HERE TO ENTER THE GIVEAWAY.

Planets Outer Space Backdrop

I also have a headtalker campaign going for my upcoming release, Claimed By The Succubus. Any support is welcomed! Thanks in advance!

Link: https://headtalker.com/campaigns/claimed-by-the-succubus/

FOOLINLOVE

Last but not least, author sign up is available for next month’s blog event. You can find the information here: https://sirenallen.com/2017/03/19/foolinlove/

Just A Fool In Love Blog Event #Authors #AmWriting #Giveaway

FOOLINLOVE

 

All books have them… that dark moment when all seems lost for the couple we’ve come to adore. But, after they pull through whatever obstacle standing in their way, they come out stronger and more in love than before. We always celebrate the victories. In April, I’m highlighting the struggle. Without it, our beloved couples wouldn’t be the same.

Or, maybe they would. But the dark moments are a bit exciting, aren’t they?! All April long I’ll share those moments from some of our favorite books. So, authors, if you’d like to share your dark moments on my blog, please email me: sirenallen@gmail.com

Subject of email: Fool In Love
Include:
-Book cover and 1 teaser as an attachment.
-Blurb and your dark moment excerpt as an attachment. (Excerpt no longer than 2000 words.)
-Buy links, author links, author bio.
ALL ROMANCE GENRES WELCOME. POSTS NEEDED BY APRIL 4TH.

Join early because spots may fill up fast. Posts will be scheduled for every Wednesday and Saturday in April. There’ll be a giveaway provided by me and your social media links will be included in the rafflecopter. This event is FREE.

All I ask in return is that you share posts by the participating authors on at least one of your social media sites. Cross promo is key to having a great blog event. If you have a newsletter, I ask that you share the event in your newsletter also.

Oh, and feel free to leave out certain parts of the excerpt if you feel it’ll give away too much of the plot. All we need is a teaser to let us know that something dark is coming or happening to our beloved couple. Email me if you have any questions about this event!

FOOLINLOVE

Our March event and giveaway is still going strong: https://sirenallen.com/featured-blogs/