Saturday 31 October 2015

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday and happy Halloween, here's a snippet from my new MMF release Muscling In.

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My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.

Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.

Edward Moorland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?

One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.

“Me and you and a sexy man with a big, hard dick…” he said, his voice deep and laced with wicked imagery. “Can you imagine that? Four hands, two mouths, two cocks, all worshiping you, Sian? You’d love it. You’d be writhing between us, your body so full of us, stuffed with dick that’s hard just for you…”
“Oh, God…” I groaned, hanging on to the last moment before I climaxed.
“We’d be a tangled, sweaty mess. So much lust, passion, barely able to control our orgasms.”
“I can’t…control…mine.” I came. A wondrous release that burst from my clit, pulsed through my pussy and spread around my ass. The orgasm didn’t end there. It rattled up my spine and I bowed my back as it settled at my nape. From there it went to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes and I clenched my fists and curled my feet.
“Ah yeah,” he said, still pushing in and out of me. “Go, babe…”
Moist noises, my cum clacking around his fingers, filtered to my ears. I sucked in air, my breasts jutting, and allowed the relief of the climax to seep into my muscles. Relaxing me, making me flop on the bed, my legs now slack and wide.
He slowed, then stopped, still lodged high. “I fucking love watching you come.”
“Good…” I opened my eyes. “Because…I love coming…with you watching.”
He was staring at my pussy, at where he was double penetrating me. His mouth was a little parted, his brow creased.
“What?” I asked. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head. “Just wish I could give you the fantasy. The two cocks.”
“Well, maybe we’ll get a toy or something.” I squirmed. “But lets talk about that after you’ve fucked me. Your dick looks ready to explode.”

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Wednesday 28 October 2015

Muscling In

My new menage a trois release Muscling In is romping up the Amazon Best Sellers charts!

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My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place. 

Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest. 

Edward Mooreland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping? 

One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all. 

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Tuesday 27 October 2015

OUT TODAY - Muscling In

My new MMF novel Muscling In is out today!

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My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.

Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.

Edward Moorland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?

One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.

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Excerpt from the prologue

“Ah fuck…” Edward said, screwing up his nose. “Get in me. Fuck, I don’t want to come with your fingers.” He stared at Coben. “I want to come with your fucking cock.”
“Yes.” Coben withdrew. He quickly shuffled so his cock was lined up with Edward’s hole.
Edward drew up his legs, clutching the back of his thighs and tilting his pelvis.
The tip of Coben’s slippery cock took aim. Then he slid forward a fraction, relishing the almost impossibly tiny space he was about to ram into.
“Do it.”
He did. He forged forward, opening Edward around his meaty shaft. The head of his dick disappearing from view. He didn’t pause. He rammed to full depth until their balls slapped together.
“Argh…” Edward arched his neck and cried out. “Argh…” 
Coben quickly whacked his left hand over Edward’s mouth. “Shh…fucking hell, shut up.”
Edward stared up at him, his mouth parted behind Coben’s palm, the echoes of the cry trapped. His eyes were wide.
Coben smiled, but it was strained. The temptation to just tip into a wild, animalistic fuck was almost too much. “You gonna be quiet?”
Edward nodded and shut his eyes. When Coben removed his hand he was panting hard. “So…fucking…good.”
“Yes…” Coben withdrew a little, then smoothed back in.
A groan rumbled up from Edward’s chest but he kept it contained.
“That’s it,” Coben soothed. “Just feel, just enjoy. No rush.”
“No rush.” Edward reached for Coben. He pulled him into a kiss and held him close.
Coben rocked his hips, loving the feeling of being so deep, of having Edward’s arms and legs wrapped around him. They were almost one person. So close, so together. 
On and on they kissed, fucked, cocks straining as they held back orgasm. Coben felt like his balls were on fire and as though his skin was alive with hungry need for Edward. He could feel Edward’s cock trapped between their abdomens. It was stiff and bloated, craving release.
“It’s time to come,” he said. “I can’t…keep it…in…”
“Me neither…come.” Again Edward clasped Coben’s face, holding him still and staring into his eyes. “Come, come in me. Claim me forever.”
Those words were Coben’s undoing. Cum gushed from him into Edward. He withdrew, barged back in. More release emptied from him.
Ropes of cum slicked between them—Edward’s undoing. They fed off each other, swallowed each other’s moans and grunts of ecstasy. Clung with more fervor to shoulders and faces, limbs tangling with torsos.
Coben had never felt so happy. He’d never felt so sad.
How could this be the end? How could this sweet sin be so wrong they had to throw in the towel on their relationship?
He shut his eyes and held back a tear. This was it. By the time he’d caught his breath the bliss of being inside Edward, the man he’d loved for the last year, would have come to an end.
They’d part.
And forever was a long fucking time.

Monday 26 October 2015

Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday (check out the prompt! NSFW) Here's a snippet from my story Spicing it Up which features in the new Over the Knee anthology.

Oh yes, he’s watching.
“What am I getting?” she asked, twitching her hips from side to side.
“The ginger. There’s a fresh root in there.”
Cassandra spotted it still wrapped in a thin, clear supermarket bag. She clutched it and stood, shut the fridge door then turned.
She’d been right. He was staring at her, though he was absently stirring the onions again now, the spoon once more making a grating noise.
“You little minx,” he said, shifting from one foot to the other.
“Sir?” she said, a question in her voice.
“Flaunting yourself like that to me.”
“But I was only doing what you told me to and reaching the—”
“And with no time for me to do anything about it.”
She glanced at his groin. Sure enough, the outline of his cock was visible through his jeans. But then again, that was quite a normal condition for him to be in. He seemed to be permanently aroused these days. Living as Dom and sub full-time, and not just in the bedroom, certainly seemed to be agreeing with him.
It was agreeing with her too. The decision they’d made six months ago hadn’t been taken lightly but it had been made for the right reasons. They loved each other. He wanted to care for her and she wanted to be cared for. Some might think she was trapped by having a Master, but she’d never felt freer and she’d created some of her best artwork since that pivotal moment. Now when she had her brush in her hand and a canvas in front of her the paint spoke to her— no, it more than spoke, it sang. It lifted her high, and higher still, like wind beneath her arms as she created images that had been bursting to get out of her head for years.
Her new way to live, as a sub, was a revelation, a revolution, it was part of her evolution. “Take the ginger out of the bag, Cass,” he said, turning off the heat under the onions. Cassandra pulled it out and examined the gnarly root. It was nearly as big as her hand
with protruding nodules—one longer than her finger and twice as wide.
“I took great care choosing it,” Sir said. “There were lots in the box but I wanted that one.”
“Oh...” She held it up, wondering what was special about it. “Yes. It’s going to be just right.”
“But we don’t have a course that needs ginger in it, Sir.” She was confused—prawn cocktail, steak and New York cheesecake weren’t ginger-requiring dishes.
“I have something that requires ginger in it,” he said, sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip and narrowing his eyes.
His tongue had left a faint sheen and Cassandra wished she could lick it off. But she couldn’t, their guests would arrive in twenty minutes. If she got him more riled up, in the mood, that wouldn’t be nearly enough time for fun. Not to mention she needed to get dressed very soon.
“What is that, Sir? That requires ginger in it?”
“Guess.” He took a small knife from the drawer and began to peel the fibrous root.
The spicy scent drifted toward Cassandra, making her think of Christmas and mulled wine and dunking biscuits in tea after long walks through the woods.
“I don’t know if I can guess, Sir.”
He set the now peeled root on the chopping board. He began to carve and sculpt, shaping the ginger and removing all but the longest protrusion. “Well?”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She shrugged and shook her head. “I really don’t know.”
“What does it remind you of?”
“A... A carrot?”
“Yes, I suppose it does. But I didn’t mean another vegetable. I meant what does it remind you of that I have in my special cupboard.”
Special cupboard? That was where he kept floggers and whips, bondage straps, ball gags, vibrators, wands, lubes, handcuffs, butt plugs... Butt plugs.
She swallowed—her throat suddenly tight. Yes, that’s what it reminded her of—a butt
plug. He’d carved it to the same conical, tapered shape. It even had a ridge at the bottom that would, if inserted there, stop it going too deep.
“Good girl,” he said, tipping his head and smiling. “You’ve got it, haven’t you?”
She nodded. “Yes, it’s a butt plug, isn’t it, Sir?”
“Yes. It is.” He held it up to the light and spun it in his fingers. Its moist surface shone and a few fibrous strands hung from it. “And, my darling girl, it’s going to heat you up from the inside out in the most delightful way.”

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Sunday 25 October 2015

Sunday Snog - Over the Knee

Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a smooch from my story Spicing it Up which features in the fabulous new Over the Knee anthology.

A little sigh of relief escaped Cassandra’s lips as the front door shut. The part of her ordeal that could have been hugely embarrassing in front of their guests was over. That was something, at least. But now she had to face Sir, and take whatever her punishment was if there was a mark on her dress.
“Cass,” he said, clicking the deadlock on the solid oak door. “How do you think you’ve done?”
“What do you mean, Sir?”
“With your dress?”
“I… I don’t know, Sir.” She ran her hands over the flare of her hips and curled her toes on the floor. She glanced down at them. Damn it, she could feel slickness on her inner thighs now.
“Well, we’ll take a look in a minute. But first I want you on your knees.”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded and dropped to the floor. The hall rug was soft and warm on her skin. She angled her heels so she wasn’t pressing her dress over her pussy and put her hands behind her back. She stared at the carpet—this was the way he liked her to be when on the ground.
His shadow, shaped by a table lamp next to the bedroom door, stretched across the floor. His outline was long and stretched, and the low lighting elongated his legs and his body so much so that his head was out of her view.
Her breath quickened as she saw his shadow fiddle with his belt buckle. The long leather slid from the loops of his jeans then hung snake-like in his hand, the end trailing on the floor.
Was he going to beat her ass with the belt? It hadn’t been what she’d expected but she’d take it, to please him.
The belt fell to the floor, coiling over itself.
He stepped up to her, his feet still encased in neat black shoes. If it had been lighter she would have been able to see her reflection in them. Sir was meticulous about polishing his footwear. It was one of his things.
The soft sound of his fly undoing told her what was going to happen. Her mouth watered—this was her kind of dessert.
“Open,” he said, gripping the mass of curls on the top of her head and forcing her to look up at him. “Open up for your Master.”
She did as he’d asked, stretching her mouth so wide the joints at the top of her jaw ached. He had a gorgeous big cock and she had to work to take him, whichever hole he decided to use.
“Ah, yeah…” he said, holding his shaft and rubbing the tip of his cock on her bottom lip. “All evening I’ve been watching your mouth, when you speak, when you eat, when you smile. I just wanted to possess it, make it mine, have my cock buried so deeeeep…”
As he’d said the last word he’d slipped in, the flare of his glans traveling over her tongue.
Cassandra stared up at his face as he filled her mouth up with him. She always adored seeing his expression as he entered her body. It was desperation, bliss, control and darkness all wrapped up in one erotic look that turned her the hell on. If it was the last thing she ever saw she’d be happy.
“Oh, fuck yeah…” he said, his cock tip touching the back of her mouth. He never rammed down her throat—he knew she didn’t like that—he rode in just as much as she could take before her gag reflex kicked in.
She hugged the base of his shaft with her tongue, wrapping around the hard flesh.
“Ahh…” he gasped, his grip on her hair tightening. “Yes, like that…”
She rippled her tongue and created a slight suction.
He shut his eyes, withdrew then slid back in.
Cassandra couldn’t move her head. He had it in a firm hold. But she trusted him to get the depth just right, and held her breath as he sank to the max. Again.
He tasted divine, the best flavor of the evening—salt and sweet, spicy and male. She loved Sir’s taste, enjoyed nothing more than having it on her tongue when she went to sleep.
“Cass, fucking hell, sub, I’m going to… Yeah, like that…” He gripped her hair tighter.
The longing in his voice, oh, it was so good. Her pussy clenched and her clit swelled. She itched to touch him, grab his ass, his balls, rub her hands on his hair-coated belly and stroke his root. But that was forbidden unless given specific instructions, so instead she took what he gave. Allowed him to fuck her mouth, take what he needed from her.
Pre-cum leaked onto her tongue, rich and thick, and she knew he was close. His shaft swelled, swelling her cheeks. He sank deeper.
She held her breath.
This was it.
“Ah fucking hell…” he said then groaned as his first wave of release flooded her mouth. He pulled back, thrust in again.
Cassandra toppled slightly.
He held her up, one hand in her hair, the other beneath her chin.
She was his vessel for pleasure. That feeling, that moment of being claimed, owned, of him giving up his absolute control over everything, thrilled her utterly. She loved that split second of time when he knew only her, thought of nothing but her.
More cum coated the base of her tongue, and she swallowed it down.
He slowed. A long, low moan vibrated through his body and she felt it in his cock. His control returned.
“Good girl,” he said breathlessly. “You’re so damn good at that.”
Unable to speak, she batted her eyelashes. She didn’t think she was particularly good at blow jobs, she just opened her mouth and let him do what he wanted to do. She was simply a tool for him to get off on.
Except she knew there was much more to it than that, even if the thought of being just a female body to be used did stoke her darkest fantasies.
He released his grip on her hair. Several tendrils made a bid for freedom and hung over her face, her ears and down her neck.
“Oh, I am sorry,” he said, pulling his cock from her mouth. “I seem to have made you look rather disheveled, Cass.”
He didn’t look sorry in the least. In fact, his gaze seemed to take in her now scrappy appearance as though it delighted him. But then he did like to see her messy, her neat work persona as far removed as it could be.

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Saturday 24 October 2015

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #erotica #BDSM #newrelease

Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week not one but SIX new stories for you to indulge in. My story Spicing it Up is nestled in the pages of a fabulous new spanking anthology called Over the Knee.

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Say it soon.
“Yes, that’s right,” Sarah said, reaching for the butter to spread on her roll.
“I thought so,” Sir said. He looked at Cassandra and bowed his head a little. “Eat, Cass, it’s delicious,” he said.
“Yes, S—”
“Your favorite,” he said quickly.
She was glad of his interruption. She’d nearly slipped up and called him Sir. How would she have explained that to her friends?
He fixed her with a steely gaze. It lasted only a second then he engaged in more work talk with Sarah.
Cassandra picked up her fork and started on her meal. She’d displeased him with the close call. She should know better than that. She did know better than that.
He wouldn’t forget it either. It would come up again later, likely to be worth a spank to each buttock.
She took a sip of wine and looked at him. Not that a spank on each buttock was a bad thing. In fact, just two seemed distinctly lacking.
A wicked idea came to Cassandra. She wondered if she could up that tally during the evening. Get a few more spanks. Maybe he’d spank her with the ginger plug in place.
Oh God, the thought of that— It was so—
A crumb caught in her throat. She coughed and spluttered then reached for her drink.
James patted her back. “You okay?”
“Yes, yes,” Cassandra said. “Fine, thank you.” She glanced at Sir and took a sip of water.
He had concern in his eyes.
“I’m fine,” she said again.
Later she would tell him why she’d spluttered, and it wasn’t because Sarah was talking shop and she’d had more than enough work for the week. It was because she had an image of herself tipped over Sir’s knee, ginger in her asshole and her buttocks turning red under his ministrations.

Spicing it Up will be out as an individual ebook on the 24th November.

Friday 23 October 2015

Wicked Reads Blog Hop

Hello and welcome to Wicked Reads Blog Hop. We all love big bad heroes and today I've got Gid with me from Burning Rubber. He's got attitude, he has his own particular way of dealing with problems and he handles women as well as he handles bikes!

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When trouble rides into town, what girl can resist the ultimate bad boy?

Handling men isn’t an issue for me. I’m not a girly girl and my best friends are the machines I  spend my days fixing, tweaking and servicing. So when the Wild Angels roll onto my forecourt and  need my help, I’m happy to be of assistance.

But I’ve always been a magnet for trouble and when the leader of the pack, Gid, questions my ability, I can’t help the sassy backchat. Seems it doesn’t bother him too much and before I know it, I’m climbing onto his beast and hanging on for the ride.

Bad ass guys like him don’t come without baggage, though, and it seems he wants to get rid of mine. Who am I to complain when it means revenge is hot, his body is hotter and we leave a trail of burning rubber as we head into the sunset? Biker girl, me? I guess it’s in the blood.


“Long time since I met a girl who impressed me,” he murmured, resting my hair on my coverall and smoothing his palm over the tips and against my collarbone through the material. “Usually they annoy the hell out of me, especially blondes.”
“I can’t help the color of my hair,” I said. “I’m natural.”
“Mmm...” He chuckled. “I’d like proof.” He slipped his hand lower and grasped my breast. Not hard but not gently either. “Firm proof.”
I gasped and moved backwards.
He was right there and I pushed into the length of his body.
“Easy,” he said. “You know I want you, right?”
“I kind of guessed.” Damn, he was so big and solid it was like being jammed into a brick wall.
“And you agreed to come out for a ride with me.”
“Yes, but...”
He released a small metal button on my coverall, eased his hand into the gap and cupped my other breast through my sweater. I was sure he’d be able to feel my nipple peaking against my bra.
I glanced down. The sight of his tattooed forearm working, the tendons shifting slightly as he massaged my breast, was nearly my undoing.
I almost spun around, grabbed him and told him to fuck me there and then over his Harley .
But I didn’t want to be that girl—the easy small town mechanic who fell for his rough charm and dusky voice. I wanted to make him work for it. Why should some people have everything fall into their laps?
“You think like a man,” he said, “but damn, you feel like a woman.”
“All woman,” I said.
He kissed my cheek, his chin sharp on my flesh and his lips warm and damp. He switched to my other breast, his movement snapping open a few more buttons on my coverall, right down to my waist.
I twisted my head and found his mouth. He kissed me softly and much sweeter than I’d expected and fed me his sinful flavor—tobacco and lust. I probed my tongue between his lips and sought out his wet heat.
He slid his hand deeper, over the base of my ribs and to my belly.
I caught my breath and he deepened the kiss, slipping his other hand over my throat, his thumb and index finger spanned beneath my chin in a strangle position. I was aware of the pads of his palm pushing into my larynx and his fingertips hard at my pulse points.
It felt dangerous, up here, him holding me like this, kissing me like this, but I wanted more. Despite myself, I was turned the hell on.
He pressed into me harder and I was aware of a long wedge of flesh against my buttock.
He was hard. He wanted it too.
He carried on kissing me, searching my mouth, the flat of his tongue playing with mine. I didn’t stop him when he undid the top button on my jeans and eased down the zipper.
I wanted his rough touch—his big, calloused fingers in me. My pussy was heating with want and a soft throb had started up in my clit.
I closed my eyes and a small moan gurgled up from my throat. He must have felt it against his hand.
He delved down into my panties and fingered through my pubic hair.
My body weakened and slumped. He held me tighter and pushed me forward slightly, trapping me between him and the Harley.
“Oh, God,” I gasped into his mouth.
“You mean, Oh, Gid,” he whispered before kissing over my cheek, his stubble leaving a trail of fire.
His hand at my throat tightened and he forced my head back, into the crook of his neck. He kissed lower, past my ear to the angle of my jaw.
I widened my stance and let him support me. Damn, it had been so long since I’d been touched and never by someone who’d just decided to take what they wanted like this.
But I wanted it too. I felt surrendered to him and taken by him.
He found my clit and applied a firm pressure, rubbing in small up-and-down movements.
Instantly the coil of arousal began to unwind, and the pressure, in that special place deep in my belly, started to build. I could feel moisture seeping from me, into my panties.
My clothes were a little restricting but this didn’t seem to bother him and he pushed two fingers into my pussy.
I let out a long, low sigh and welcomed the invasion, sank onto it.
So good.
“Ah, yeah, you need this. Don’t you, blondie?” he murmured.
I didn’t answer. He’d shoved the heel of his hand over my clit and as he jammed in and out of my pussy, fucking me with his fingers. He was also rubbing me in the most delicious rhythm.
I finally moved my hands from the bike. I gripped his forearm and felt the movements in his muscles as he worked me to orgasm. The strength and power beneath the surface of his skin was a turn-on in itself.
“Come,” he said, tightening the grip on my neck, “come on my hand.”
“Yes, yes...” I panted. The sensation of him half-blocking my airway was scary yet thrilling. “Please...don’t stop.”
“I won’t. You feel too damn good wriggling like this.”
I didn’t think I was wriggling much. He had me in death grip. But I wasn’t going to argue. My orgasm was there, the final few steps to glorious release beckoning me. I held what little breath I had in my lungs and let the sweet anticipation of climax whisk me into a dreamy state. All that existed were his hands on me and his fingers in me.
“Ah, fuck...” I groaned as the pleasure overflowed and my pussy bounded into a series of glorious spasms.
My knees gave way, but he held me up. His hand on my throat made me dizzy. He was holding me so tight. Black dots danced in the flashing red lights behind my eyelids and my pulse raged frantically in my ears.
I gurgled out a moan of delight and humped my pussy into his hand.
“Let it all go,” he whispered into my ear. “Just be—here, with me.”
I let the pleasure go on and on, riding his fingers, until it faded. Damn, I’d needed that. I tried to drag in a breath, struggled because of his hold and quickly grasped his hand and tugged.
He released me.
Cool air rushed into my lungs, burning a chilly trail down my throat. I gulped in more and righted my head, opened my eyes and tried to focus on the horizon. I could still feel his fingers there, on my neck, even though he’d moved them.
Fuck, that had been edgy.

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