She’s a Southern cutie, but he doesn’t have what it takes to ring her bell.
Southern Belle Cuckold ($12.95/5×8 Trade Paperback, $4.95/eBook, 176 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-491-1) is the third cuckold novel by Derrin Hart. Derrin’s two previous books, Our Dark Secret: A Modern Cuckold Memoir and Tiffany’s Cuckold, are considered classics of the genre, exhibiting the author’s characteristic sly humor and raunchy inventiveness.
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When divorcé Michael meets divorcée Catherine at the gym, he’s convinced that she’s the perfect southern girl whose family will blend harmoniously with his. But Cat is not what she seems, not a tame little southern lamb, cultivated and gently reared to stroke his ego. No, she is a wild rose of Texas, a vixen who will stop at nothing to get satisfaction, even if it means jumping the chauffeur in their wedding limo. And that’s only the beginning. After all, Michael is a loving dad and a good provider, but as far as God’s gifts go, his package isn’t quite what it should be. Catherine needs more, a lot more, and he’d better come to terms with that … or else.
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I paced restlessly around about the house as I waited for the girls to return. Then I played with Oscar the cat to kill a little more time. A text came in and I rushed to my phone to read it. It was my wife. The text read, I have arrived and I’m on my way up to his loft. Be home soon, Love Cat.
An hour passed and I could think of nothing else. I masturbated to bikini pictures of Catherine I had taken on a trip to the shore. Then girls arrived home next, so there was another distraction. Both Julie and Jen said little and went their separate ways. Jen headed to her bedroom and Julie, to the television. I talked briefly to Julie, asking how her day had gone and making small talk. I think we had finally gotten past the shower incident, yet it still felt weird. I did all I could not to think of Catherine. I was turned on by her antics, yet humiliated as well. An hour passed and again a text came in.
The new text read, Just leaving now, was amazing, be home with details in twenty!
I anxiously awaited my wife’s return. I just sat and thought back to the beginning of our relationship. At first Catherine had been so reserved. She would pin up her light brown hair in a bun and conceal her body with a long t-shirt. I guess the only indicator was her little black spandex shorts. Her ass was round and visible and she wore no panties. But, who would have imagined her so carefree and wild? This woman was lucky to weigh one hundred pounds and probably stood no more than five foot three. I figured she was past her wild streak—sexy and a milf, yes, but not young enough to be “active” in this way. I guess I’d figured wrong. Being forty-something had not put a damper on her sex drive. Quite the opposite.
I found my penis hardening again. How she ended up with a co-worker tonight floored me. Then I thought of the black limo driver and our wedding. I was rock hard and stroking myself again. The orgasm that followed was incredible. Before I had fully recovered she was home.
She walked in as I stood waiting for her in the hallway. Her hair was a mess and her makeup different—she must have reapplied it. She smiled and hugged me. I followed her into the kitchen, where she sat on a barstool. “So how was your evening?” she asked with a grin.
“Very funny,” I replied. “I’m kind of freaking out here, Catherine,” I added in all seriousness.
She pouted and stared me directly in the eye. “Relax honey, I will tell you everything upstairs.” Her cheeks were flushed and she had razor burn around her mouth. I waited in silence. Then I got cocky, “Perhaps I should see other people too?”
Catherine laughed. “Come upstairs, silly,” she said, taking my hand and leading me to our bedroom. “Your sexual services ain’t worth beans, darlin’,” she drawled. Normally her Texas accent was hardly noticeable, but I could tell she was feeling her oats. “No one would want you.”
Am I Pleasing You? ($10.95, 102 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-530-7), is a new collection of edgy short stories by Brian Whitney.
Brian’s previous collection, 37 Stories About 37 Women, earned him a reputation as a clever stylist who can keep you reading long after you leave your comfort zone.
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“Experience sex and drugs from the seamy side of the tracks in this Canterbury Tales for adults…. [37 Stories] is not a “happy” book. In fact, it contains more realism than most people would like. But that just may be what makes it such a unique book …. You should give this book a shot just see if you’re one of the unique readers that will become an instant fan.”
—Lynn Cunningham, Fresh Fiction
“No holds barred reading, 37 Stories About 37 Women is an enticing read that should prove hard to put down.”
—Midwest Book Review
“Murky, lascivious tales of sex, relationships and addiction.”
They lurk in cyberspace, inhabit the cubicle next to yours. They seduce you, enslave you, lie to you, take your money. And you let them, because they give you what you want, what you crave. Or you think you can save them.
The stories in Am I Pleasing You? are roiling with men and women addicted to sex, drugs, alcohol, love, pain … whatever makes them feel alive. And, little by little, you begin to “get” them, too, can’t avert your eyes from the runaway trains of their lives as they whiz past.
In Am I Pleasing You? it’s just a stumble or two from the wild party to the homeless shelter.
Says Whitney, “I’ve always been drawn to the crazy people—those that are considered strange or perverted. There’s so much darkness in so many minds, and everyone goes through their lives trying to hide it. These stories are about not hiding it. Even though I’m writing about the dark stuff, that’s not all there is to these characters. Everyone I meet is damaged in some way. Love isn’t simple. Just because someone does horrible things to you doesn’t mean you stop loving them. And you can do horrible things to someone and still love them completely.”
Brian Whitney has been a counselor, a landscaper, and a case worker at a homeless shelter. His interests include ruminating, perseverating and hanging out in bad places. If you have a Great Dane he will like you immediately. Brian has published two other books, Wasted Paradise (Club Lighthouse Publishing, 2013) and 37 Stories About 37 Women (Fanny Press, 2012). You can find him online at whitney.fannypress.com.
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So most people, when they say they want to slit their ex–girlfriend’s throat, you know what to do.
I mean it isn’t cool either way. Let’s be clear. Threatening to kill someone = not cool.
But you know it happens. Guys act that way at times. I don’t say shit like that. It’s uncouth. But some dudes do. And when they do it’s pretty easy to tell when they are somehow thinking that it’s funny. You know “I am gonna kill that bitch.” Ha. Ha. Ha. Yeah. Funny.
The other type is the one you call the cops on. Like, “Whoa, this dude is going to kill his girlfriend.” You can’t let that ride. Right?
But with Sean I can’t tell. He has said it about three times, “I want to slit her fucking throat” and I go, “Dude, you aren’t serious right?” But still I can’t tell. He usually says it when we are hanging out in the back of the homeless shelter. We work there. We aren’t homeless. Yet.
He is working there now because he lost his other job due to the restraining order out against him. Yeah, you guessed it, the chick who had it issued is the one he is threatening to kill.
My advice is that they get back together.
Hear me out.
So first, here is a little bit about Sean. Good looking, a former minor league baseball player, has banged about 150 women. He told me this. I believe him.
Sean used to work with his ex. He did child protective work. Yeah, really. She became his girlfriend. His obsession.
During this time Sean fucked a lot of women. He would ask me to fuck the women with him—I declined—and he often had whatever chick-he-was-screwing’s bank card with him. He was always broke. His phone was always being shut off. He used to bang this middle-aged chick with granny hair so he could do his laundry at her place. But for some reason there were all these women and then there was Heather, Sean’s ex. All these other women were fools for him, but he was a fool for Heather. And that seemed to drive him wild.
When I met him he was sober. I swear that if he wasn’t—if I had met him when he was partying—I never would have suggested what I did.
Sean could not drink because he was on probation for an OUI. An OUI he was charged with for driving over to Heather’s one night to see who she was fucking. He knew she was fucking someone. He knew she was lying to him about it. He was trying to get in, being loud, when the cops showed up. They arrested him with OUI because he drove over there. Of course the case all depended on her testimony. If she said he had been drinking over at her house and that he hadn’t just driven there, the case would not exist. The next day she put a restraining order out on him.
So he quit his job. He quit a job where he was making about $45,000 a year. He had to. He worked with her. He was humiliated. He was panicked.
He got a job at the shelter for around twenty-five grand a year.
Sean doesn’t drink anymore. He can’t. Bail conditions. He doesn’t drive. He rides his bike to work. He stacks chairs at the end of the day so the janitors can buff the floor. Sometimes the chairs have urine on them, other times they don’t. He does security in the soup kitchen and throws people out who are unruly. He wants to die.
He was sober. He had to be because of bail conditions. I didn’t know him when he was partying.
So anyway, hear me out ….
Held captive in the Norwegian wilderness, can Vail escape before her heart is captured as well?
Naughty in Norway ($12.95, 174 pages, ISBN:978-1-60381-542-0), is an new erotic romance by author Christine Edwards about a beautiful Californian who is kidnapped by a biker after witnessing a murder. In coming months, Fanny Press will be publishing several of Christine’s erotic romances. Next up is Nabbed in New Zealand. Christine’s first novel was Claimed in Canada.
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“I loved the quick pace of the book and how the story flowed, keeping me interested the whole way through. If you love sexy Alpha males who are bad boys and belong to an MC then I think that you’ll enjoy this book. It may have you booking a trip to Norway in the near future!”
–Steph, Sizzling Pages Romance Reviews
“I wasn’t expecting such serious emotional depth. The title being ‘Naughty’ led me to believe it might be an easy erotic read. Well erotic yes … but easy no! The erotic actually was mostly anticipation and sexual tension as high as Mount Everest. Vail (very intriguing name by the way) and Alreck just oozed with chemistry…. I loved every moment and hated to see it end.” Read more ….
—Nichole’s Sizzling Pages Reviews
“A great read for an afternoon that was delightful. The characters are smolderingly sexy, intimidating, feisty, fun and a bit dangerous; loved that. I can’t wait to read what’s next in this series.” Read more ….
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“Overall, I highly recommend this book to anyone who loves reading romance novels. You will enjoy the blossoming romance between Vail and Alreck as well as the adventures they have while out in the middle of nowhere.” Read more ….
—Jennifer Jinright, My Beautiful Nitemare
“Though I’ve never been to Norway myself, the author did an excellent job of making me feel like I was right there. The description was detailed but not too heavy-handed. I also thought the pacing was excellent. There were no dull moments and it always seemed to be intense …. Alreck was definitely dark and broody—just the way I like heroes to be …. I really enjoyed his character. Definitely the hot, sexy, protective alpha type! Things move quickly in this novel as far as the action goes, but I appreciated that the reader is given a chance to get to know the characters before things get too steamy. By the time Vail and Alreck do give in to their attraction if feels natural. I absolutely loved how the romance played out and honestly wanted more by the end (though it finished great)…. I give Naughty in Norway four whips!” Read more ….
—Mistress of the Dark Path
Vail Fillion has left her home in Huntington Beach, California, to study Scandinavian Culture in Oslo, Norway. But she gets her first real taste of culture shock when she goes along with her friend Lisetta to a wild party at her cousin’s biker bar. Vail is surprised to find such a large group of motorcycle enthusiasts in this often snow-bound country. She is even more stunned to discover that the bikers are normal guys, if perhaps even more physically imposing than your average Viking. Alreck Falstad—a 6’6” blond, tattooed stand-in for a Norse god—catches her eye but also scares her to death. Just as Vail is starting to enjoy herself at the party, something truly frightening occurs. The evening is abruptly cut short by a brutal crime, and she is the lone witness. Before she can make it to the cops, Vail is drugged, loaded into Alreck’s truck, and transported to his remote cabin in the Lofoten Islands.
Why has Alreck kidnapped her, and what are his plans with her in his snowy haven? Is he her savior, her nemesis, or both? Even if she could escape, would she truly want to?
Says Christine, “Writing Naughty in Norway gave me a wonderful opportunity to explore Norwegian culture and language. I was very conscious to make certain aspects of the novel as historically accurate as possible. The locations, food and phrases are all well known by Norwegians. My biggest challenges were to bring forth the beauty of the geography as well as the intense, underlying passion of Alreck’s personality.After researching bikers in Scandinavia I was enlightened to the fact that there are several distinct motorcycle clubs within Oslo alone. Being the modern day warrior that he is, it was only fitting that I write Alreck as a Harley Davidson riding sexy biker.”
Christine Edwards grew up in the Deep South on Hilton Head Island, SC. At an early age she developed a passion for the arts that led her to earn a bachelor’s degree in Art History from the College of Charleston in South Carolina. Christine has a special place in her heart for reading and writing erotic tales.Naughty in Norway is Christine’s second novel, with several more to be release next year. Her main focus is on loving, multi-faceted relationships involving intense alpha males and feisty heroines. She adores snow skiing, traveling the world, and spending time with her amazing family. Christine currently resides in the sleepy coastal town of Beaufort, SC. Click here to Christine online.
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Alreck hovers just outside the bathroom as I pull the door open, his legs spread wide and his arms crossed in front of him in a dominant stance. He watches me warily.
“Choose a drink,” he says before stepping out of the doorframe.
“Go find my wallet and I will,” I sass back at him with hands on my hips.
He leans down within inches of my face and says in a harsh whisper, “Enough, woman. We’re not stopping again until the fuel runs out, so pick something to drink or you’ll go without.”
Okay, what’s with the excessive alpha-ness?
“Whatever.” I mumble to myself as I trudge past him and grab a giant bottle of Voss water.
He slips the bottle from my fingers and stalks up to the register to pay. I see that he’s also purchasing a coffee along with another bottle of water. The forty-something female attendant bats her eyelashes at him and giggles as she gives him the total. If he notices at all then he’s not letting on. With his looks, women most likely hijack his cell on a regular basis to program their digits into it for him. Ugh!
He takes my hand once again while carrying the bagged drinks in the other. We rush through the bitter cold toward his truck and this time he doesn’t attempt to help me get in.
It is a struggle to climb into the cab, but once I’m seated I reach out and slam the door in his face, making certain that it’s left unlocked.
Please let this plan work.
My breathing is out of control as the adrenaline begins to course through my veins.
I watch cautiously as he hauls his big frame up into the cab, and just as he reaches into the bag of drinks I lurch my door back open and jump down, falling hard onto my knees in the snow. It stings like a beast and I bite back a groan as I lurch to my feet and begin to run back, hell bent, toward the tiny store.
I ran track throughout college and know that I’m quick, but my knees are killing me from the impact and the snowy ground is a far cry from a proper track. When I’m halfway across the parking lot, someone passes me in a sprint. Alreck?
Before my brain can register how to evade him, he turns around and faces me with rage in his eyes before charging at me. He hauls me up and over his giant shoulder before I can so much as pivot away from him.
Speechless, I look up in terror at the attendant who’s watching us from inside the window in stunned surprise.
Like a complete Neanderthal, he locks a hold across my suspended legs and prowls right back to the station. He says something to her in Norwegian that, to my complete dismay, makes her laugh and wave to me as I’m carried away.
“Call the …!” I wail, yet before I can complete the sentence a hard slap lands without mercy right on my ass cheek, effectively silencing me after I let out a startled, “Ooh!” as the burn spreads across my rear.
The attendant gives me cheeky smile. What did he say? She seems to have zero clue what I’m desperately trying to convey to her.
Too frightened to struggle, I let my body go slack as I’m carried to the truck.
In this school, the three Rs stand for ruttin’, ’rithin’, and resignation. Baby, you’re not the cock of the walk.
The Education of a Cuckold: A Story of Love, Lust, and Fate ($12.95, 182 pp, ISBN: 978-1-60381-544-4) is the second novel by Alex Hathaway, author of From Housewife to Cuckoldress, considered by some to be a classic of the genre. Like his first novel, The Education of a Cuckold is brimming with Alex’s usual sly humor and raunchy inventiveness.
4 Stars: “The Education of a Cuckold does an excellent job of presenting the cuckold fetish in an accurate and erotic manner as it chronicles significant events in the life of Jason, a young man who is sexually insecure due to his diminutive genitalia, from his late teens through his early thirties.” Read more ….
–Jim Lyon, Blogcritics
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On Tribe.net, Veronica gave From Housewife to Cuckoldress an A+: “A friend of mine into the scene recommended this novella to me, and I have to agree with her, it’s wickedly fun. Most femdom themed novels read like bad Internet porn, and most books featuring themes of cuckolding usually portray the cuckoldress as one dimensional, but not in this case. I could relate to the wife’s predicament completely. It involves her understanding of her natural right, as a woman, to find regular sexual fulfillment. And her undeniable realization that her husband just isn’t enough. Despite the love she has for him, he simply is not her sexual equal.”
Jason is a smart, handsome high school kid, but when he falls hard for Beth, he just can’t drum up enough confidence to bring their close friendship to the next level. Meanwhile he has to watch her date other guys. At the end of the summer before college, Jason finally discovers Beth’s secret: she is sexually voracious. He also makes an uncomfortable discovery about himself: he is too poorly endowed to ever satisfy a woman like Beth. But wait … watching her make it with other men is no small turn-on.
College brings more brutal lessons in humility, and Jason despairs of finding his place in the sexual universe. Then, as he begins his adult life, he meets Kristen and for the first time begins to take his extracurricular studies in submission seriously. Under Kristen’s cruel and compassionate tutelage, he learns exactly what it means to embrace his true cuckold nature.
Alex Hathaway is fascinated by the erotic power of sexual taboos and the adventures that can be had by exploring them. An author whose relationships have evolved from vanilla to anything but, Alex has a particular interest in writing about cuckolding and the unconventional sexual fulfillment it can provide. Click here to find Alex online.
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A few days into my stay at Beth’s house, all the dominoes fell. I was supposed to be out all night at my buddy Neil’s party. Beth had to work—or so I thought. She was a waitress at Friendly’s, pulling in a few bucks. Plans went awry; Neil’s parents got wind of the party and shut it down early. After knocking softly as usual, I came in the back door of Beth’s house and went into the kitchen. Jamie was there, spooning out of a pint of ice cream.
There were also empty beers cans on the counter. Jamie was known to suck a few drinks down. Alcohol tended to make her even less inhibited—if that was possible. Beth had told me a story once that I wasn’t sure I could believe about Jamie and an ex-boyfriend who had cheated on her. She had allegedly sucked down a six pack and then fucked his arch-rival right in front of him at a party. It was one of those legends that followed her around but without sticking to her like it would most girls.
“Uh-oh,” Jamie said when I came in, looking at me real funny.
“Well, maybe it’s just as well.” With a knowing smile, she added, “Come with me. I think it will be better to, uh, show you.”
I had never been all the way down the narrow hallway where Jamie led me, beyond the guest rooms her family maintained. Toward the end was a basement room their doctor father had turned into a private den, his own sterile version of a man cave. Turns out the girls used it as their “make out room,” sneaking boys into the house whenever he was out of town, or even sometimes when their parents were asleep. There was a back staircase to the den that for some reason had never been completed. It led to a landing the family used for storage, where the boxes were piled high.
Jamie turned off the hall light and quietly opened the door to the landing area, pressing a finger to her lips to shush me. As she opened the door I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex.
It was dark behind the boxes, but Jamie pulled me over to a section that was opened up a little. The boxes had been stacked in a way to allow someone to peer between them and get a good look at the sprawling, half-finished room below. Jamie pulled me over and pointed my head down toward the opening for a good view.
“Brace yourself,” she whispered grimly.
I looked through the opening and saw Beth kneeling down about twenty feet away.
Welcome to the Yukon, a land of wild beasts and wilder men.
Claimed in Canada ($11.95, 148 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-537-6), is a BDSM romance by new author Christine Edwards. In coming months, Fanny Press will be publishing several of Christine’s erotic romances. Next up is Naughty in Norway (Coming November 1st).
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When Violet London travels to the Canadian Yukon on a research grant, she can’t imagine greater excitement than the chance to study wolves firsthand. Yet more thrilling than any wolf is Luke Benoit, a handsome French Canadian Logger whose brute desire to dominate both tempts and frightens her. Unnerved by her craving to submit to primal passion, Violet is drawn to another man, Damon Holden. Damon is a gorgeous surgeon with everything a girl could want—money, education, and sophistication. Violet must choose between the man who saved her life during an attack by the very creatures she is sworn to protect and the man who offers her the comfort of financial security and solid social standing.
Damon is the safe choice, or is he?
“I loved CLAIMED IN CANADA. It’s a sexy spin on the typical stories of Domination and submission that line the bookstore shelves these days. I am really looking forward to reading more of author Christine Edward’s work, hopefully in the near future.” Read more …
–Bookie Nookie Reviews
“Just reading about Luke gives a girl the sweats & chills … yup, it’s a cold shower, extra batteries, need your significant other, type of read! Claimed in Canada is full of hot sex, but it also contains a fantastic storyline…. Christine Edwards has written one hell of a book!” Read more ….
—Karry Pacious, I am a Book Addict … and proud of it
“The book is written in the first person which gives it a more personal touch. It feels almost like a diary, a record of Violet’s adventures in remote Canadian wilderness. I got very quickly engrossed in Violets exploration of her almost animalistic attraction to Luke, a local lumberjack…. I have enjoyed the book tremendously and I would recommend it to anyone looking for a good, romantic story with alpha males, sassy heroines, twists and turns, and a happy ending long time coming.” Read more ….
–Miss Anna Key, Nudge Wink Wink Romance Reviews
“What a sexy adventure, in and out of bed! …. There’s an undercurrent of mystery, and suspense through-out the story…. Luke is all action, baby! She succumbs to his domineering nature, and expertise in cranking up her libido (I did, too, but in my mind). The sex between these two is scorching! I think at one point I actually had heart palpitations …. This is a well-written, sexy story and I couldn’t put it down.” Read more ….
—Tory Richards’ Romance with an Attitude blog
“As the story progresses Ms. Edwards takes us on an emotional rollercoaster with twists and turns that leave us gasping. The sexual chemistry between Violet and her chosen is very hot and consistent. The raw emotion that comes across during the sex is hot enough to melt through the snow of Canada. The suspense in the story is nicely woven into the romance and leaves you begging for more. I really enjoyed Claimed in Canada and I can’t wait to read more from Ms. Edwards.”
–LT Blue, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“Well, that was quite an intense story! The way it was written had me pulled into the action immediately. I found it easy to imagine being in the snowy forest with Violet……and Luke. Oh.My.God….Luke, he is the quintessential alpha male and not only that but a full on he-man Dom, be still my beating heart! There is no doubt that Violet is attracted to him but she is also attracted to Damon. Damon is very different from Luke. Where Luke is a rough around the edges outdoors guy, Damon is a wealthy surgeon with smooth moves. However there was something about Damon that made my skin crawl and his creepy side was soon revealed (I totally called it!!!)The sex is smoking and Luke really showed his dominant side.” Read more ….
–Smutty Kitty Book Reviews
“As I read Claimed in Canada, the weather where I am is well over 100 degrees, so the snow and ice was welcome to cool down a hot read.”
Says Christine, “As an avid skier, I have been fortunate enough to glide down slopes all over the world, yet it’s the awe inspiring scenery that I encountered in Whistler, B.C., that carved a special place into my heart, thus leading to my initial inspiration to pen Claimed in Canada
. ‘R’ and I stayed in a rustic yet chic chalet-style home that was filled with Native Indian masks and art, along with fantastic woodwork everywhere your eye wandered. It was quite easy for me to allow my imagination to run wild. Outdoors we would often ski for long periods of time without seeing another soul. Although we only encountered deer and rabbits within the forest just off the slopes we were more than aware of dangerous creatures (Bears and cougars) that call the frozen mountain their home. One would certainly not want go off of a run and become lost in the forests on the mountain, especially at night or during a swiftly moving storm where your visibility would be severely impaired. I wanted to blend all of this intense drama and beauty into my book, thinking that it would be exciting to save all of the danger for my fabulous heroine.”
Christine Edwards grew up in the Deep South on Hilton Head Island, SC. At an early age she developed a passion for the arts that led her to earn a bachelor’s degree in Art History from the College of Charleston in South Carolina. Christine has a special place in her heart for reading and writing erotic tales. To date she has published two novellas along with two full-length novels including Claimed in Canada and Naughty in Norway (coming soon from Fanny Press). Her main focus is on loving, multi-faceted relationships involving intense alpha males and feisty heroines. She adores snow skiing, traveling the world, and spending time with her amazing family. Christine currently resides in the sleepy coastal town of Beaufort, SC. Click here to go to Christine’s website or here for her blog.
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“You know what a Dom is, Violet?”
My brain does a free-fall as all of the air flees my lungs.
He sits patiently awaiting my answer with a cool gaze that doesn’t betray his thoughts. I wish I could be so calm.
“I, well, I’ve read a few books. I assume that you’re referring to a d-dominant?” I stammer, unable to meet his eyes. My throat feels as dry as kindling.
“Yes, now tell me about what you’ve read.” Still no expression. Is he trying to torture me? I’m sure my face is fire-engine red by this point.
“Well, they were just, you know, erotic stories with Master and slave scenarios.”
I start to look at my hands clutching my tea cup when he says to me, “Don’t look away again. Tell me, did they get you aroused?”
“Luke, this is highly embarrassing. I’m shy to begin with and these questions are really personal. I’m feeling very uncomfortable now. Is this your goal? To humiliate me?” I turn away again.
“You’re gorgeous when you blush like that, baby; however, I asked you not to look away from my eyes. If you do it again I’ll have to teach you a lesson, little beauty. Understood?”
Oh my God! My body betrays me. My pussy just got totally wet at the thought.
I struggle to keep eye contact and nod.
“Were you aroused by the books?”
“Of course I was. I mean, most women want a man who’s completely in control during sex, correct?”
He gives me a thoughtful look, like a teacher. “You’d be surprised, angel. Most think that they want to give up their control, but that control is who they are so they can never really submit to their base needs and desires.”
A deep concept from such a rugged guy.
“The reason I’m asking you about your interest in the stories you’ve read is because I can see as plain as day that you’re a natural submissive, right to your very core, baby, and being a Dom, I find this irresistible.”
I’m at a total loss for words and have never been so shocked in my life. Leveling him with a serious look, I ask, “Are we really having a discussion about BDSM?”
Without hesitation he fires back, “Yeah, we are and I’ll tell you why, angel. You defied me by getting into an ass load of trouble today. Nearly got both of us killed and I’m going to punish you for it, but I’m a fair guy so I’m giving you a choice. Either take your punishment by itself or take your punishment followed by the pleasure that I’ll allow. But that will be given only if you’re a good girl for me.”
My Body-Mine ($15.95, 324 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-534-5), by Blakely Bennett, is the final episode in the My Body erotic suspense trilogy. In Books 1 and 2 Jane abandons her mundane existence as a successful businesswoman and willingly becomes the financially-dependent sexual plaything of two charismatic men, only to discover that their exhilarating game poses unforeseen dangers to both her body and her mind. In Book 3 she discovers what she truly desires from life and love.
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5 Stars: “After the first two books I was emotionally invested in the characters and wondered what would become of Jane’s future. I had a hard time putting this book down to go about my life. This book did not disappoint. I absolutely loved the ending–the perfect ending for an emotional roller-coaster journey. “ Read more ….
“MY BODY-MINE is a great end to a really fantastic trilogy! I am truly a fan of Blakely Bennett’s imaginative and emotional work. I am excited to see what she has in store for her readers next!” Read more….
–Bookie Nookie Reviews
Jane has accepted that her relationship with her husband Luke, who drew her in to the dark side of BDSM, is over. She has taken refuge at the home of Luke’s powerful friend Marcello and his submissive, Janice. With Marcello’s patience exhausted, Jane must either submit to his demands or move on from his household and his support. Ultimately, she signs a six month contract of sexual servitude but, as Marcello and Jane grow closer, Janice feels neglected and jealous, creating tension in their normally easy daily rhythm.
In an effort to help Jane, her best friend Parker introduces her to Chase, a confident and flirtatious man who lacks the arrogance of either Luke or Marcello. Jane’s rapport with Chase is lighthearted and subtle, allowing her to gain a new perspective on men. She is intensely attracted to Chase but does not feel free to consider him as more than a friend.
Once Jane gets a real picture of Marcello’s extremes, she knows what she must do. Her feelings about Luke and Marcello and her own sexuality must be resolved before she can find true love with a man who appreciates everything she has to offer. Can she possibly find the kink she has come to desire without the full-time submission?
“I experienced a mix of emotions upon completing My Body-Mine,” says Blakely. “I accomplished my goal, which was in itself gratifying. I also felt sad to say goodbye to Jane, my protagonist. The most interest part of the journey to becoming an author has been meeting people who think my novels are true and my characters are real. I’m flattered that they feel the stories so deeply that they believe the My Body Trilogy is based on actual events.”
Blakely Bennett has been residing in the great Northwest for over seven years. She graduated from Nova Southeastern University with a degree in psychology, which accounts for her interest in crafting the personalities, struggles, and motivations of her characters. Click here to find Blakely on the Web.
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“You don’t get it,” I said. “I don’t have any desire to see Luke again. I just wanted to see the house. I expected it to be occupied by different people, not by all our furniture and belongings.” I really wanted the conversation to be over, but I still had questions. “And Janice? Did you talk to her? Resolve anything? Do you know what she thinks about you and us?”
“No, and yes.”
“You can’t keep shutting me out. I did what you recommended and talked with her. What’s going on with you is affecting my relationship with her and the comfort level in this house.”
“I realize that, but the situation isn’t easily remedied.”
“Well, it might help if I understood the situation. What is going on? Is she right about your feelings for me?”
Staring into his glass, he said, “It’s not uncommon when a Dom brings a new sub into the house that she tends to get more attention for a while.”
“You’re going to speak to me in generalities?”
“What is it you want to hear?” He kept his eyes on the bottom of the glass.
“The truth would be good.” But as the words came out I wished I could take them back.
“I’m in love with you.” He sighed and sank back against the couch.
His answer, although not unexpected, knocked the wind out of me. “And obsessed?” I heard myself say, my voice nearly inaudible.
“I love her but it’s different. And right now—”
“So she was right then.”
“What do you plan to do?” I felt anger and confusion in equal measure.
Marcello placed his glass on the end table next to him and said, “This is one of those situations that just takes time.”
“Janice didn’t sound particularly patient,” I said.
“She’ll be visiting one of my good friends next weekend.”
“That’s the solution?”
“The immediate one, yes.”
The silence stretched between us. I felt pain in my heart. I knew very well how it felt to love someone more than they loved you. I had loved Luke more than he loved me, more than I even loved myself, and it had cost us both way too much. And now somehow I’d become the withholder, sandwiched between Janice and Marcello’s relationship.
Marcello loved me? I still couldn’t wrap my mind around that. It left me to wonder if his love stemmed from my refusal—or my inability—to surrender. A man like Marcello wasn’t used to be being denied. I knew I could never love another person as much I had loved Luke or that I even sought to.
Keeping the thoughts to myself, I said, “I honestly don’t see how sending her away will help but I’m not Janice.” Sliding over to the corner of the couch so I sat close enough to touch Marcello’s arm I said, “What is it you want from me, Marcello? And please don’t say ‘everything.’ ”
He chuckled but the light didn’t reach his eyes. “Di dare amore una possibilità.”
“To give love a chance.”
“That takes time,” I said.
“Yes, and that we have. Come sleep with me tonight.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if you came to my—”
“Get ready for bed and come to me.” He lifted the tumbler of scotch and drained the contents. As he glowered over me, I felt his palpable sadness.
“Okay,” I said and rose up to kiss his full lips.
Heading to my room I wondered why he seemed so sad.
Allegra Jackson: Sex, Booze and Designer Shoes, by Amelia Benjamin ($15.95, 300 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-528-4), is an offbeat erotic romance about a successful young businesswoman whose life is turned upside down when her employer offers her riches beyond her wildest dreams in exchange for granting an unthinkable request.
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Blue Ribbon Rating–5: “A divinely sumptuous treat of the senses. I am looking forward to reading more from Amelia Benjamin, whose work is a blend of non-stop drama accentuated by some very hot sex scenes. You won’t want to miss this spicy tale!” Read more …
–Chris Mead, Romance Junkies
Allegra Jackson is living high. She’s a successful head hunter for a London modelling agency and at the top of her game in all respects. Now, with the help of her sidekick Oliver, she’s joined the Los Angeles branch of Valentina Blackheart Models to show them how it’s done.
Allegra has a queen-sized appetite for sex, champagne and more sex, and she has no trouble getting what she wants, even though her desires can land her in hot water.
LA itself is a bit of a cultural shock, but Allegra enters new foreign territory when she falls hard for all-American bachelor and real estate mogul Sebastian Beaumont. Life becomes even more confusing when her friend and employer Valentina Blackheart—Allegra’s fifty-something, supremely well preserved double—makes a startling proposition.
Will Allegra accept Valentina’s offer for the sake of financial security, even if it means abandoning her wild lifestyle?
Says Benjamin, “I have always been fascinated by strong, powerful women. There is something quite inspiring about a determined, independent lady who knows what she wants and where she wants to be. I set out to write a fun, romantic book that would appeal to people of all legal ages; hopefully I have achieved that. The other characters are also close to my heart–Oliver especially. I take Allegra to L.A. to clean up a dysfunctional office where more troubles seem to find her. I think readers will be surprised at Allegra. She seems very superficial to begin with, but give her time.”
Amelia Benjamin loves shopping and many things fashion-related, as well as good music, decent people, wonderful friends, and loving family. Allegra Jackson is her first novel. Click here to find Amelia online.
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The restaurant was full of big egos and L.A. bullshit. Walter and I both mingled and said the necessary hellos to people we barely knew and didn’t give two fucks about. Walter understood how to work a room. Networking and talking absolute crap were his specialty. “We must meet up when I’m next in the Hamptons,” he gushed, cosying up to one straight male guest.
“I think I just shot my load,” he whispered, with a laugh.
We were seated in the back dining area after only fifteen minutes.
“They must think you’re Kate Beckensale,” he purred.
“They hear a British accent and go to pieces,” I replied, shrugging off the compliment.
“Hmm now, what are we having?” he said, licking his lips and scanning the menu.
We both tucked into a variety of exquisite French cuisine, including monk fish, quail, escargots, mussels, and pâtés. Lock stock the fucking lot; you name it, we ate it.
We were soon very drunk on red wine and very full.
“I haven’t eaten like that in years,” I piped.
“Splendid, absolutely splendid!” Walter exclaimed, rubbing his protruding stomach. Nodding across the room, he added in a whisper, “There’s a beautiful man staring at you Allegra, and yes, I think, yes, he’s coming over.”
Before I had a chance to react the man was already in my face, “bold as brass,” as my mother would say—usually about my late Nan on my father’s side, whenever she made an unnecessary comment that would leave my mum stifled and belittled. What hurt her most was that my father never said anything, preferring to act blissfully unaware, his head stuffed in the Times.
“Hi, I couldn’t help but notice your beauty,” the man said. “I’m sorry, I have to go, but here’s my card. I would love to take you to dinner sometime.” He smiled and handed me a business card.
Before I had a chance to reply, he had already made tracks.
Walter and I burst into laughter, which had the majority of the restaurant turning their heads to see what all the commotion was about.
Admittedly he was lovely, and I mean very lovely indeed. Tall, lightly tanned, curly dark-blond hair that conformed perfectly to his well-shaped skull. Sparkly blue eyes and the straightest white teeth.
“He smelt edible,” Walter said. He sniffed loudly as if still hoping to capture a lingering whiff of the man’s essence.
“Hmmm,” I said, reading the business card. “It says Sebastian Beaumont of Beaumont Realtors.”
“Beaumont Realtors, did you say? They are big business,” Walter said. “They have marketed half the big estates in L.A.” Walter knew everyone who was anyone, basically.
SECRETS ($12.95, 208 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-516-1), is the second book in Galia Ryan’s erotic Luxuria Trilogy. SECRETS is the prequel to CHOICES and tells the story of Stephanie and how she came to be the owner of Elite Escorts. A natural seductress, Stephanie is cut off by her wealthy family and forced to live by her body and her wits. Both Anna and Stephanie’s stories will continue in Book 3.
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CHOICES, which introduces Anna, has received several five star reviews:
Bookie Nookie Reviews called it “Sexy, indulgent and satisfying … This is a great choice if you are looking for some light BDSM and erotic entertainment.”
Wrote Harriet Klausner, “A strong character-driven BDSM tale as Anna goes from the ecstasy of serial shopper to the ecstasy of serial sex.”
“Filled with the kind of intense sexual experiences you would only wish to have in your fantasies,” wrote A Simple Mom Blog
Stephanie is a wild child, abandoned by her mother, spoiled by her father. Nothing is off-limits—even her father’s business partner—and bargaining her virginity for a summer on the Côte d’Azur is only the beginning.
Through her lover Charles she meets Olivia, who ushers her into another world. One of wealth, opportunity, and sex. Lots of sex. Gaining entrance to society via the beds of the elite, Stephanie is on the brink of having it all.
Then everything changes.
Says Ryan, “Secrets opens some twenty years earlier than Choices, and centres on the precocious sexual activities of a young Stephanie, the character who would later become the owner of the high-end escort agency that features so predominately in Choices. By the time I had completed this novel it was obvious that the third and final book in the series would have to return to Anna, and respond to the burning question of exactly what she did in the aftermath of Choices …. If you are one of those dying to know, and can wait just a little longer, I promise the third book will reveal all!”
Convent educated from the age of four, Galia Ryan was brought up not to question. Perhaps because of this, she has always been fascinated by all things esoteric and ‘outside the square.’ Originally from Sussex, England and now living in New Zealand with her soul-mate husband and grown-up family, Galia tries to find time between her passions for writing and reading for her other love—travel. There is always a growing list of must-see places. Click here to find Galia on the Web.
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When he returned her to the apartment in the early hours of the morning, instead of turning to him for their usual farewell kiss, she leaned against the door frame.
“I have a bottle of champagne and a terrace with view of the harbour.”
He couldn’t believe it. Was he really going to get what he wanted? Or was she still toying with him?
He needed reassurance. “Are you sure?”
She pushed the door open a little and, with her eyes locked on his, fingered the hem of her dress. Pleating the material she slowly edged it higher.
Charles swallowed. She was drunk, he thought.
Or was she? Okay, perhaps she’d had a little too much.
She was humming softly, her hips swaying to the rhythm. The dress went higher. She pushed the door fully open. It swung back and hit the interior wall with a loud thud. Even that couldn’t distract him.
Her performance was surprisingly professional. First she exposed one toned and perfect thigh, then the other, teasing and tormenting him more erotically than he could ever have imagined. When she parted her legs, his fingers twitched in anticipation. He focused on the hidden area of her cunt, willing the dress even higher.
Finally he was allowed a glimpse of what he had dreamt of for so long. A triangle of black silk, with fine blonde hair peeking from the sides.
He inhaled suddenly and loudly. He’d had no idea he was holding his breath.
As if enjoying her power, Stephanie gathered the last folds of her dress, and displayed herself proudly. Her belly was flat, her skin flawless and bronzed by the sun. He had not seen such perfection in years.
“Well?” she asked.
It was as if a spell had been broken.
He grabbed her and pushed her into the apartment. This time when the door closed, he was on the inside.
My Body-His (Marcello) ($14.95, 264 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-525-3), by Blakely Bennett, is the second book in the My Body erotic suspense trilogy. These books tell the story of a once-independent woman whose sanity is threatened by her total immersion in a branch of the BDSM subculture that does not adhere to normal practices within the community.
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The third book in the series, My Body-Mine, will be released in July.
5 Stars: “MY BODY-HIS (MARCELLO) is an excellent example of dark erotica at its best. If the dark-side calls to you and an emotional BDSM read is what you are craving, then this trilogy will likely be just what the doctor ordered!” Read more …
4.5 Kinks: “Very emotionally involved …. I can’t wait for the last book in the trilogy.”
“I absolutely recommend this read! There are not many books I’ve read lately that have brought out the waterworks. When I finished these two books by Blakely Bennett I had to lay down for a while and calm my nerves. It took me a while to get my mind off of the events in the book. So be warned – You will be emotionally drained reading My Body-His and My Body-His (Marcello).” Read more …
—Romance Addict Book Blog
The first book of the trilogy, My Body-His, has generated a good deal of controversy as well as extravagant praise. “The story is exciting and enthralling and deserves to be a formidable success,” wrote Ashley Lister on Erotica-Readers.com.
Jane Stiles has embarked on an intense odyssey into the world of domination and submission. She no longer recognizes herself. She has quit her job, surrendered her possessions and agreed to a wedding where she is the only one naked, all for the sake of the elusive Luke—a man so compelling, she can deny him nothing. Now there is no going back. Her new life will revolve around Luke, his friends and clients.
Hovering in the background is Luke’s best friend Marcello, whose ego is as towering as his stature. Marcello has set his sights on Jane. She is drawn to his power, his masculinity, and the challenge he represents, even though she fears and dislikes him. After Luke discovers that Jane has breached one of his many “rules,” he sends her to Marcello for punishment and lessons in Dom/sub culture. What happens there will change her forever.
Jane and Luke reconcile, and even find a rhythm that includes not only bondage and punishment but genuine love-making. Just when Jane is convinced that the happiness and devotion she has always craved is within reach, Luke pushes her beyond endurance, and she rebels in a way her harsh husband cannot forgive. From there, her life spins out of control. But Jane has a strong spirit, and she will prevail.
“Some of the feedback I received from MY BODY-HIS compelled me to clarify a few matters for those about to embark on the second episode,” explains Blakely. “I never set out to write a romance or to depict a healthy Dom/sub relationship. While the MY BODY Trilogy takes place within a branch of the BDSM subculture, Jane and Luke’s relationship is dysfunctional and the arc of the story is her journey through it to her ultimate self-empowerment …. Read the whole trilogy and you will see.”
Blakely Bennett has been residing in the great Northwest for over seven years. She graduated from Nova Southeastern University with a degree in psychology, which accounts for her interest in crafting the personalities, struggles, and motivations of her characters. Click here to find Blakely on the Web.
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As we drew closer, I could see how I would be fastened down. “Get up,” Janice said.
“But nobody’s here yet,” I said.
“Soon enough. Now do as I say,” she said, pointing to the thing in the center of the room.
Feeling like a dog obeying a command, I did as I was told. I thought I’d be fastened the long way but instead she draped me over the side. My hands were encased in shackles next to my breasts which were displayed prominently against the leather. My knees hit the back of the pad and she lifted each of my feet, levering them up against my upper legs. She bound my lower legs to my thighs with wide leather belt straps, and then tightened each side to the corners of the brown apparatus, which spread my legs wide. My vagina and buttocks were fully exposed. The angle of my head made my mouth vulnerable, which scared me more than my wide-open bottom.
Aside from the chilly air of the room, I shivered from being so vulnerable. I wondered how long I’d have to wait.
“Janice?” I said.
“Shhhhh,” she said. She knelt down by my head and said, “Don’t say another word. As a matter of fact, don’t speak again until this is all over and you’re back in my room.”
I took her advice and kept my mouth shut. I wished she had put a blindfold over my eyes. No such luck. I wondered how long I could remain with my head hanging over without developing a huge headache. I prayed the people would soon arrive so I could get past the ordeal ahead.
“Thank you, Janice, you’ve done just as I’ve asked.” It was Marcello.
Marcello made no effort to acknowledge me. I was being exhibited as human furniture. I’m sure if I’d looked more comfy, he would have used me as his chair. I wanted to scream curse words at him but I remained silent as the blood rushed to my head. I heard him pass behind me and take a seat.
“Invite them in,” he said.
I felt a simultaneous rush of excitement and dread. My body flamed but my mind rebelled against such abuse. I was confused about my response to Marcello and his lack of acknowledgment. I hated him, I reminded myself … loathed him, actually.
I tried to find a space in my brain where I could wander and detach from my body but my body would not have it. I could hear people milling about and saw their feet passing by. I held still as I assumed Marcello would not approve of me looking around. The size and style of the shoes circulating made me certain the guests were all men.
I could smell the stench of cigars and hear ice clinking in glasses. Classical music played in the background. This sophisticated party with cigars, aged cognac, and classical music required that I be tied down as a party favor? For some reason the whole scene made me want to laugh. I tried to keep from shaking. I thought I had done a brilliant job until I heard a loud snap behind me.
Worried, Janice stooped next to my face. “Are you okay?” she whispered.
I shook my head yes and she could see I rocked on the edge of hysterical laughter.
She crouched closer to my ear and said, “Get a grip. It’s about to start.”
My Body-His ($13.95, 246 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-523-9), is a work of erotic suspense about a successful career woman whose foray into the BDSM lifestyle causes her to compromise her core sense of self in pursuit of ever heightened sexual pleasure. This is the first book of a trilogy by debut erotica author Blakely Bennett. The second and third books, My Body-His (Marcello) and My Body-Mine will be published in 2013.
Join Blakely for a reading at Uppercase Bookshop in Snohomish on January 12, 2013 at 6:30 p.m. Click here for details.
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“From the opening lines, Bennett leads us into a compelling world of credible submission and dangerous domination. The story is exciting and enthralling and deserves to be a formidable success.” Read more …
—Ashley Lister, Erotica-Readers.com
“Though MY BODY-HIS can easily be read as a stand-alone, it is the first book of three and I am dying to know how the rest of the story will play out. If you like the dark-side of erotica and are looking for something new to sink your teeth into, then this will be right up your alley. I was captivated from the very beginning and I am confident you will be too!” Read more ….
—Bookie Nookie Reviews
4.5 Stars: “The writing is really very good. I was very absorbed in My Body-His so much that I really (truly!) almost threw my kindle against the wall multiple times. In the end I needed to believe the author knew what she was writing. I believe the actions were put in to create those emotions in the reader the author wanted to showcase and they are powerful, visceral, and (frankly) nauseating. In this the author succeeded wonderfully.” Read more ….
—AlexJouJou, Manic Readers
“The author Blakely Bennett did a great job telling this story. She had me on edge wondering what would happen next. That is what a good author does. I can’t wait to read the rest of the books in the trilogy to find out what happens next.” Read more …
–Abigail, Kinky Book Reviews
Jane Stiles is successful in business but bored with her socially mundane existence. One night at a party, she meets an intense and compelling stranger named Luke. This fateful encounter prompts her predictable life path to veer into uncharted territory, sweeping her along on a frightening erotic journey into the world of bondage, domination and submission.
Jane had never experienced genuine desire, and now passion consumes her life, robbing her of free will. Her new lifestyle creates an emotional chasm between her and her old friends. Will they understand why she has abandoned her high ideals and long-term plans for a traditional wedding?
What society considers right or wrong no longer matters. Prepared to surrender everything to Luke, she wonders if her everything will be enough. She now needs his discipline as much as she craves his love and approval. How far down this dark path is she willing to go?
Jane’s pilgrimage into domination and discipline has created a war between her mind and her body, and her body is claiming victory.
Says Bennett, “I completed my first draft of My Body-His long before all the fervor over 50 Shades of Grey. Unlike the main character in that book, my protagonist Jane is a sexually aware adult, independent and strong. But then she finds herself in terra incognita—a dark side of sexuality she knows nothing about. She’s in love, so she trusts the man not to go too far—without taking into account that she barely knows him. Having majored in psychology, I’ve always been fascinated by what motivates people to act against their best interests. Although I’m not into the BDSM scene personally, I spoke with many who are, and their input helped lend the story an unusual authenticity.”
Blakely Bennett grew up in Southeast Florida and has been residing in the great Northwest for over seven years. She graduated from Nova Southeastern University with a degree in psychology, which accounts for her particular interest in crafting the personalities, struggles, and motivations of her characters. She is an avid reader of many genres of fiction, but especially erotica and romance. Writing has always been her bliss. She is attracted to stories of self-struggle and ultimate recovery. Blakely is married to a wonderful, loving and supportive husband, also a writer, who helps to keep her grounded. She is a mother, a communitarian, a lover of music (always on while she is writing—thank you, Pandora), and a good friend. An advocate of love and female empowerment, she is a facilitator for a women’s group. She loves to walk and hike for exercise and finds that, since moving to Seattle, WA, she is now one of those “crazy” people who walk in the rain. Click here to find Blakely on the Web.
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“What do you want from me?”
“Everything? What does that mean, everything?”
“I want you completely and totally. I want to merge our lives and bodies. Your body—mine and mine—yours.”
“But you just met me,” I said as I shifted to face him.
“Tell me …. How long should it take?”
“Until you get to know me better.”
“I know everything I need to know,” he said, leaning over to kiss me on my cheek. He lingered there for a moment and then said, “Let’s have them wrap up the rest of dinner. We can eat it for a midnight snack.”
“I have work tomorrow.”
“Worry about tomorrow when it gets here. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”
Against my better judgment—hell, all of my judgment—we started walking slowly back to my car. He held my hand and I could feel his energy entering my palm, permeating my body. In contrast to the hurried march on the way to the restaurant, he kept a relaxed pace and whistled softly.
“I think you must be the strangest person I’ve ever met,” I said, as my arms swung slowly with his.
“Well, you must have limited exposure to people because I meet people far stranger than I all the time. I think up until now you’ve lived a sheltered existence. To please your mother maybe?” He wasn’t looking for a response. “No matter,” he continued, swatting his free hand in the air as if to push the thought away. “That will all change soon enough.”
I started to believe everything he said. Did I actually keep on the straight and narrow because of my mother? I’ve always felt rebellious of her ways but have I really strayed that much?
We crossed the parking lot to my red Honda Accord and he held out his hand for the keys. He unlocked the car and opened the passenger side door for me.
“Where to?” he said as he settled himself into the driver’s seat, moving it back to accommodate his legs.
“Don’t you already know?” I asked. “How did you find out where I work?”
“Actually I do.”
“How the hell do you know where I live and work?” I said, shifting in my seat to face him. The fear in me again raised its ugly head.
“The cabby was a friend of mine,” he said, shrugging.
“Should I be worried for my life? Are you a deranged serial killer? Do you stalk women with wavy brown hair?” I was only half kidding but at the same time my head felt like it was splitting open. What the hell am I doing? I thought.
He laughed heartily and said, “Not to worry. I will never hurt you unless you want me to.”
My heart beat rapidly in my chest. I didn’t know how to respond. He turned over the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. I watched the familiar streets pass as he made his way to my condominium.
“Where should I park?” he asked as he drove my car into my complex.
Relief swept over me when I realized he didn’t know my apartment number. “Park in the spot over there,” I said and pointed.
He maneuvered into my space and quickly got out of the car. I began to get out as well but he caught the door in time to open it himself. “Thank you,” I said. “I’m not used to having men open doors for me.”
He held out his hand. I swung my legs around and he pulled me to my feet, embracing me around my back and lifting me onto my toes. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me for the first time. My body caught fire, making me feel like it had been asleep all of my life up until that very moment. He kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth with his tongue. As he sucked my lower lip into his kiss, I could smell his warm spicy breath on my face. His kiss took me on a journey of sensation. He encouraged me with his lips to explore his mouth with my tongue. I kissed deeper than ever before, lost in another plane of existence. The kiss took away any possible resolve I had left. When he finally pulled away I felt light-headed, the way I did after an orgasm.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“Let’s go,” he said, lifting the leftovers and handing me my purse and flowers.
He strode over to the elevators, leaving me behind to catch up.
“Hey,” I called.
“We definitely need to get you more practical shoes.” He walked back and handed me the bag of food.
Swooping me up in his arms like a bride, he carried me to the elevator. My weight didn’t slow him down.
“What floor?” he asked, waiting to push the call button on the elevator.