I wasn’t Hers. And, She could never be Mine.

I never knew I could love someone that much until I met her..
And, you know what?
I wasn’t hers.. And, she could never be mine..

 

I saw her that day..
Conversation hummed in the crowd as she sways her way out towards her tribe..She was drop-dead gorgeous in her chalk-white strapless dress adorned with her carmine heels. I was spellbind by her beauty.

I loved looking at her. It was something that I couldn’t explain nor say aloud.

It’s been three weeks since I treated her like crap, she didn’t deserve that from me.
But, what can I do?
My feelings were getting overboard for her.
How could I ever tell her? How could I ever believe that myself?

And, I lashed out at her on something so stupid because I needed to keep her away from me.

She has made new friends now.
She’s different.
I am amazed of how she pulled out her strength and is feeling so much joy now.
She was not even looking at me; it was as if I never existed for her.
She was ignoring me till I fade and, I deserved that.

I can’t keep my eyes off her.
That smile.. I gazed at that smile. It’s that smile which attracted him in the first place. Her simper smile which made her blue eyes brightened more.
Her cheeks rosed as she was grinning from ear to ear with that guy.
I felt a sharp pang of jealousy.
Men were always hovering around her like bees.
It wasn’t her impeccable beauty which kept the men coming back for her; it was her everything.

I watched her dissolved in laughter, flipping her thick black curly hair like a shimmering mermaid who glowed like moonlight on the darkest night.
She looked so beautiful.
She had everything that I ever wanted in my soulmate.
And, I can never have her ever.

I closed my eyes, listening to her melodious, cheerful giggles.

I wanted to take her back home and open my soul to her. I wanted to rock her like a baby in my arms, and tell her my darkest secrets. I wanted to share my deepest wounds and cry with her.

And, as I opened my eyes, all I wanted to do was to love her.

Her hazel eyes shifted on me for a second before she turned away.
That moment held my breath.
She knows why I behaved like this. Like a Dick.
I know.
But, we can never say it aloud.
I had never felt that way about another woman, not even about my own fiance.
Yes, I was engaged.

Now, you know why she just could never be mine.. And, why I wasn’t Hers.

 

Loving His Forever by LeAnn Ashers

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Title: Loving His Forever
Author: LeAnn Ashers
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 18, 2016
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I’m nobody. Homeless, afraid of my own shadow and haunted by memories. I went through the motions, but I wasn’t living. Until him. He made me live again. He became my everything. Until he came back. The man that caused me to live in my own personal hell for years.
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Brae is broken. She’s haunted by memories. I saw the fire in her eyes flicker and it was enough. It consumed me. I was determined to see her thrive. I didn’t expect to fall in love with her and that it would become everything. Nothing will stop me from protecting her. He will pay for her pain.
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LeAnn Asher’s is a blogger turned author who spends her days reading and writing She released her debut novel early 2016, and can’t wait to where this new adventure takes her. LeAnn writes about strong minded females and strong protective males who love their women unconditionally.
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Wither by Amy Miles

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After an epidemic swept across America like a biblical plague, the government leapt into the fray with the release of a new vaccine—but what was meant to bring salvation to the survivors instead brought damnation. Mutations began within days of the drug’s release and the Withered Ones were born—those neither alive nor dead. They walked the streets, unblinking and unaware. And they were starting to evolve. 

 

Growing up on the streets taught Avery Whitlock how to care for herself, but nothing could have prepared her for the outbreak of deadly gangs, a corrupt government bent on using her blood for experiments and the depths to which desperate people would go to survive. She soon discovered that it was not the Withered Ones that she needed to fear, but those still human. The ones who knew how to put a gun to her head when they wanted something from her. 

 

Avery will be forced to decide how far she would will go to survive just one more day. 

 Author Amy Miles has always been a bit of a dreamer. Growing up as an only child, and a military brat to boot, she spent countless hours escaping into the pages of a book, only to spend the following days creating a new idea of how to twist up the story to make it unique.

Since becoming a mother, Amy has slowly nourished her love of the written word while snatching writing time in the midst of soiled diapers, tumbling over legos and peering around mounds of laundry and dishes that never seem to go away. Once her only son started school, Amy was free to let her fingers dive into dark mythology, tales of betrayal and love, and explore human nature in its rawest form. Her love of seeing the world from a different angle bloomed.

Amy is the author of several novels, including her popular young adult immortal books, The Arotas Series, which are an Amazon and iBooks bestselling series. Unwilling to be defined by any one genre, she proceeded to flip over to a science fiction/fantasy based idea with her Rising Trilogy. She then dove into contemporary romance with her novel, Captivate and explored the depths of her own faith with In Your Embrace.

She is currently working on completing her Immortal Rose trilogy, a prequel to her Arotas novels. She has also embarked on two new journeys this year, one in the form of a co-written banshee trilogy, The Hallowed Realms, which is currently represented by GH Literary and she breached another genre with her upcoming adult horror novel, Wither.

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Author: R.B. O’Brien

Series: The Natalie’s Edge Series

Genre: Erotica Romance Suspense

Each book in the series is now available for $2.99

Series Overview:

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

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

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Temptation, Natalie’s Edge Book 1

Synopsis:

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

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

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

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Excerpt from Natalie’s Edge 1: Temptation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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 Fall, Natalie’s Edge Book 2

Synopsis:

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

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

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

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Excerpt From Natalie’s Edge 2: Fall

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Michael.” I shook quietly spreading my legs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Michael.” I moaned. “Fuck me.”

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

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

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

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

“Answer me. Do you like this?”

“Yes.” I confessed.

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

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

“Please,” I begged.

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

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

“Michael…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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 Redemption, Natalie’s Edge  Book 3

Synopsis:

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

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

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Excerpt From Natalie’s Edge 3: Redemption

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

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

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

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

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

“Michael,” I whined.

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

“I… I… have to get ready for work.”

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

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

“Michael…”

“Trust me. You need this.”

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

“Wrists, Natalie.”

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

“No. On your belly.”

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

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

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

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

Oh god.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I flushed, embarrassed.

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

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

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

“Mmmm,” was all he said. “Mine.”

“Yes. Yours,” I admitted.

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

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

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

“Michael! Please.”

“Answer the question. Are you warmer?”

“Yes,” I panted. “Too warm.”

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

“Yes,” I said, just barely.

“Yes…”

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

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

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

“Yes. Please.”

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

“Oh my god!”

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

“Yes! Yes. Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Author Bio

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

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

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The Dark at the End by Susan Adrian

 

by Susan Adrian

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Genre: YA Thriller

Release Date: September 27th 2016

Summary from Goodreads:

Continuing the critically acclaimed story of TUNNEL VISION: 

Jake thinks he has only one more step and he’ll be free: he has to get the serum to stop his ability to tunnel—to find and control people through objects. But Jake’s contact has been killed, and there’s no sign of the serum. Then Jake’s mom and little sister Myka are kidnapped, right under his nose. With the government, his power-mad father, and the terrifying Mr. Smith all after him while he still has his power, he doesn’t have anywhere to turn.

What will Jake do to get his mom and little sister back?

Anything.

THE DARK AT THE END Interview with Susan Adrian

1.Tell us a bit about yourself!
By day I’m a scientific editor. I edit other people’s words, do layout of reports and publications, do marketing and publicity, and manage a staff. I live with my husband and daughter in Montana,and get to do all the full-time mom stuff too! I write in the early mornings and on weekends, and am part of a great, supportive community of YA and MG authors. Short answer: I keep busy.
2.What’s the publication story of THE DARK AT THE END?
TUNNEL VISION came out in January of 2015 and did really well, but for various reasons, as is quite common, the publisher didn’t pick up the sequel. However, I left the ending of TUNNELVISION a bit ambiguous on purpose, and I definitely had an ending I wanted for Jake and his family and friends. It was important to me to get that story out to the readers who enjoyed TUNNEL VISION. Since THE DARK AT THE END was already drafted, I did the rest of the work and released it myself!
3.Tell us about that cover. It’s so dark and ominous!
I’m so proud of that cover. I designed it myself, with some help from my fabulous agent, Kate Schafer Testerman. When I saw that photo, I just knew that was IT. It was absolutely Jake, staring into what should be the light at the end of the tunnel and wondering how it still went wrong. And the font fit perfectly too.
4.TUNNEL VISION is a twisty thriller, with lots of surprises. Are there any surprises in DARK?
Of course! I can’t resist twists. And surprise deaths (whoops). And surprise characters, who shake up everything you knew before…
.THE DARK AT THE END also has a little more romance, since Rachel is in it a lot more. Though she and Jake still don’t have an easy time!
5.What’s your favorite part of the book?
The ending! No question. That’s the ending I had in mind since the very beginning, and I’m so, so
glad I got to get it out there for readers. I hope you like it too!

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About the Author

Susan Adrian is a 4th-generation Californian who somehow stumbled into living in Montana. In the past she danced in a ballet company and worked in the fields of exotic pet-sitting, clothes-schlepping, and bookstore management. She’s settled in, mostly, as a scientific editor. When she’s not with her family, she keeps busy researching spy stuff, learning Russian, traveling, and writing more books.

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Lustella’s Descent by Angie (Cover Reveal)

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by Angie Anomalous

Genre: Scifi/Fantasy

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Lustella is a bit of an outsider; she’s the symbol of perfection according to the great laws of the universe with her gentle nature and thousands of miniature stars about her physique, a sign of being blessed by the universe, but her heart is no longer in her home, instead, it’s in that of a faraway world inhabited by creatures that looked like her — Well, the other her.
Through the Eyes of Oonai, the very tree that gives life to their world, she watches their day to day lives; living with them from millions of light years away. The more she visited Oonai, the more she longed to go to their world and experience the joys, laughs, and the adventures. She wanted to be a part of that and nothing was going to hold her back.
In the tranquil world of Sairim, lies creatures birthed from the stars and marked by their Parent, the star that gave them life. These creatures formed the legend of spirit animals known to mankind today, but something in their world is about to change.
 

About the Author

 

Born and raised in New Jersey, Angie Anomalous spent most of her time despising reading and writing. With her head in the clouds, school wasn’t easy and as her parents neared divorce, she looked for escape. Only then, did she one day pick up her first book and immediately fell in love with reading. Using books as a way to escape the reality she lived, she held onto another passion — another way of escape and venting; writing.

In freshman year of high school, her writing grew more serious; going from poetry to short stories, and eventually her first short novel not released to the public. During the end of her senior year in high school, her writing flew through, setting new ideas and in 2011, she began writing her first novel, Experiment 6752.
In 2012, Experiment 6752 was completed and self-published on sites like Amazon and Lulu. After her former high school English teacher asked how she would top her fantasy-fiction novel, she replied, “don’t worry, I will,” and began writing her second novel.

Thriving to provide the same comfort books had given her in her childhood, Angie works hard to capture readers in new worlds with original characters yet to be discovered.

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Title: Irresistibly Undeniable

Author: Zoey Derrick

Cover Designer: Parajunkie Design

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: October 10

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From Best Selling Author, Zoey Derrick, comes a brand new standalone novel about getting a second chance.

She was his best friend’s chubby sister.
He was the star football player.
It never made sense that he would want her, but he did.

It’s been ten years since Dyson Cole walked out of the barn after taking Ireland McKidd’s innocence with him.

Another notch in his belt.

Then he was gone.

Ireland has lost everything she’s ever cared about. She’s trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart, when the last person to obliterate it barges back into her life – literally.

Dyson has everything – money, power, sex appeal – a real life Adonis and women line up outside his door. But he’d gladly give up his whorish ways for the one woman he walked away from.

She’s wrecked, broken, a shell of the girl he once knew.

He’s incapable of ignoring what she means to him.

She’s irresistible.

He’s undeniable.

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Best Selling Erotic, Paranormal and Contemporary Romance author Zoey Derrick comes from Glendale, Arizona. Zoey, was a mortgage underwriter by day and is now a romance and erotica novelist full-time. She writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.
Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.
 Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.
The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again.

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Wed by Wednesday By Sarah O’Rourke

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What happens when a naive city girl answers a personal ad to marry a bachelor farmer from the hills of Tennessee? Destiny! Read how Orla and Jethro’s story started back in the 1960s…and find out exactly how deliciously naughty these two can be!   This insta-love 50,000-word novel is filled with humor, romance, and just enough erotica to keep you coming back for more.  Wed by Wednesday is the prequel to Sarah O’Rourke’s Paradise series, and like all of her books, it can be read as a standalone.

“Listen, chaste kisses are fine for what they are. Quick exchanges of affection. An innocent way to tell somebody they mean something. When you wanna show a woman that she’s what’s lighting the fire in your gut, though… quick and innocent pecks just don’t do the trick. Nah, a man goes dark and dirty for that kind of lesson. He wants his woman wet and hot. And he wants her that way everywhere. Her mouth. Her core. Everywhere.”

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“Thirty- one?” Orla echoed faintly.  “He’s thirty-one?”  The longer Nellie talked, the less this man sounded like the one she’d been corresponding with for weeks.  Why, her Jethro, was sweet and soft-spoken, and certainly not as old as thirty-one.  No.  Her Jethro was nothing like the animal the older woman was describing.

“Yes, ma’am.  He surely is.  I changed that rascal’s diapers myself,” Nellie announced with a decisive nod, her eyes widening as she apparently noticed the surprise on young

Orla’s face.  “What?” You mean to say that you didn’t know how old your beau was?”

“Well, not his exact age.  I mean, his letters indicated he was older than me.  I just assumed there were only a few years between us,” Orla confided in a strangled whisper.  Hells bells!  Her future husband had over a whole decade’s experience on her.  What in the world about her would attract a worldly, well-off man like him?  “Why hasn’t he wed before now then?” she asked without realizing she’d spoken out loud.

Nellie was quick with an answer to her question, however.  “Oh, many a girl around these parts have tried to lasso Jethro’s heart, but that surly demeanor of his runs all decent women right off his scent once they get a whiff of how crabby he is for two thirds the day.”

“What’s he doin’ for the other third?” Orla asked shakily.

“Oh, he’s sleepin’.  Collectin’ his strength so he can keep his title as the world’s most boorish bachelor and all such manner of things.  Truly, ‘bout the only time I’ve heard him stay civil for more than fifteen minutes is the hour long sermon we all sit through once a week at the church. And maybe once or twice a year when he’s paying his respects at his dear departed momma and daddy’s grave or something such.  Otherwise, he’s blunt as a hammer and speaks with a tongue sharper than any knife you’ll ever come across.”

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Who is Sarah?  Sarah O’Rourke is actually two besties who live three states apart and write at all hours of the day and night! Born and raised in the Southern United States, they are overly attached to their one-click accounts, can’t make it through the day without copious doses of caffeine, and spend way too much time on the phone with each other.  Between them, they have four children and twenty years of marriage…one to a super soldier and the other to egomaniac engineer. They hate empty chocolate wrappers and writer’s block, love to talk to readers…and oh, by the way, they write about strong, kick-ass women and hot alpha heroes!

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Email: sarahorourkebooks@gmail.com

 

CJ English’s Interview & GiveAway!

This is my first Author Interview and I am so excited!! Yay!

And, what is more awesome is that today, I have CJ English as my first author Interview.
One of my Favorites author!

For those who don’t know CJ:

C.J. English is an Amazon Kindle Best Selling Author in Love and Romance. She made her debut with the sexy and scandalous memoir AFFAIRYTALE which soared into the Kindle top 100 in five categories within thirty days of its release, #1 in Diaries and Journals.  C.J. lives happily ever after with the man of her dreams and their growing family. She is a lover of life and sushi, wine and wandering. C.J. is a passionate vegetarian and consistent rule breaker in writing and in life.

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I remember the day I stumbled upon CJ’s website of AFFAIRYTALE. I just knew that I had to read that book!
The day after, I saw that there was giveaway for the book but, unfortunately I couldn’t enter the giveaway. I mustered courage and sent CJ a message on Facebook on how I so wanted to get lost in Affairytale.
The next thing I know: Affairytale was in my inbox!
Once I started reading, I just couldn’t put the book down.

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I recall when I was having my me-time under the shower – my mind would wander to the memoir of CJ, asking questions whether she will end up with Grant or not, what will happen next….

It was that captivating of a story… I had to know.. 

“One sinful night,would change everything…. ~ Affairytale”

Let’s dive in CJ’s mind – The Interview

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  • How long did it take to write Affairytale?

3 years. I was writing a weight loss book which eventually would be WTF Am I Supposed To Eat? A Dieters Manifesto, which will be release in November of 2016 when AFFAIRYTALE took over my mind and refused to let me work on anything else!

  • Did you always wanted to share your story with Grant? Is that what inspired you to become a writer in the first place?

I’ve always known I wanted to write. In college I knew that I wanted to write something that was “all mine” but I could never figure out what was worthy enough of my and the readers time. I toyed around with a few things, mostly in the weight loss/wellness field since that is what I was immersed in. I actually began writing a terrible manuscript I called “50 Ways to kill your husband.” It was a health book that illustrated all the daily things you could do if you wanted to slowly push someone toward their grave. Simple things such as, go get them an egg mcmuffin and frappuccino every morning for breakfast—that’ll speed up the death process or make sure to cook pasta in butter and cream every night for dinner (recipes included). Basically it was a what-not-to-do if you want to live a long time book. That was my first terrible start at writing and when I realized it was probably too over-the-top and weird and would never sell, I shut my laptop until I figured out a better spin. Which eventually became AFFAIRYTALE as I was writing a much better manuscript on weight loss, WTF am I supposed to eat? Out in November of 2016. 

  • How did your family and closed ones reacted when they read the book, knowing that it was your real story?

Not a single person in my family (except Grant and Dani, my daughter) knew I was writing or releasing AFFAIRYTALE. A few weeks before it was set to release and there was NO turning back, I told my brother Dylan, my mom and dad and Grant’s mom so they could be prepared. Of course at the same time I told them about the book, I had to divulge the title and premise which then let the cat out of the bag that he and I had been together much longer than any of them knew about.

They were all pretty shocked about the book and didn’t really know what to say or think. We all just kind of existed in silence for a few weeks. After it was released, within 30 days it had hit #1 in Diaries and Journals on Amazon. When that happened, everyone got behind me and the book and has been supportive ever since. Slowly, to my supreme embarrassment, my family, extended family and half my home town has read it. I’ve had nothing but encouragement and support and a lot of “that was the best book I’ve ever read and I hate to read!” or “I read it in two days, I couldn’t put it down.” The outpouring of support has been amazing and fueled me to keep writing. 

  • What is your favourite motivational phrase?

I can’t pick just one! I have favorites for all aspects of my life—career, parenting, marriage, friendships etc.. but specific to writing these phrases are written on the first page of my current journal. I read them every time I sit down to write. In this exact order...

Do you have the courage to be a writer?

All the good ideas feel daunting at first.

Be the weirdo.

When it’s for love, we will always do it anyhow.

No tears in the writer

No tears in the reader

No surprise for the writer

No surprise for the reader

-Robert Frost

If a ray of light came out of nowhere and said “your next book will NEVER be published.” Would you write it anyway? That is a book worth writing.

  • Who is your favorite writer or idol?

I love non-fiction. I love reading real stores about triumphs, or harrowing tales of tragedy and adversity where the human spirit has endured, rebounded. I loved reading Jane Goodall’s books about her time with the Chimpanzees in Gombe National Park, and John Krakauer’s Into Thin Air, the ascent to the top of Mt. Everest where many went up and few came back, Amanda Lindhaut’s A House In the Sky, an account of being kidnapped and taken to Somalia which she survived, In the Heart of the Sea, where survival required doing things unspeakable. I am currently reading Life, Love and Elephants, a beautiful, poetic story of the first woman to successfully rear an orphaned elephant. Real life is often more fascinating to me than fiction.

  • You followed your heart. You followed your dream and I really admire this. What would you say to people who find it hard to live up to what they really want?

There is no such thing as happiness when following your mind. The heart will always do what it wants anyhow…

“It was real. It was extraordinary. We both knew it” ~ Affairytale

  • What is your favorite movie?

The Note Book and… 50 First Dates

  • Something that you love other than reading and writing?

Paddle Boarding, going for long walks with my Golden Doodle, Hiking with my husband, visiting National Parks, reading to my two little kids, watching The Bachelor with my teenage daughter. 

  • Did you expect so many of positive reviews and to after become Kindle Best Selling Author?

In everything that I do my motto is hope for the best, expect the worst. That way my bases are covered. I hoped there would be a great response but I was prepared for disaster. I’m so glad it wasn’t disaster!

  • I’m currently writing a novel. I am only at the beginning. Do you have any suggestions to help me become a better writer?

I heard George R. R. Martin say in an interview that the only thing worth writing about is the human heart against itself. That always stuck with me. I have thought of the many books’ I’ve read and loved and how each of them has had this at their core in one way or another. As a reader, I am drawn into a story that is deeply emotional and conflicted, tormented, and find his sentiment to be true. 

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Where you can keep in touch with CJ

www.facebook.com/cjenglishauthor 

www.twitter.com/cjenglishauthor

www.instagram.com/cjenglishauthor

www.pinterest.com/cjenglishauthor

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One click Amazon here: https://goo.gl/KyXluB

About Affairytale

#1 Amazon Kindle Best Selling Book in Diaries and Journals
Finalist, National Indie Excellence Awards 2016
Finalist, Readers Favorite Book Awards Non-Fiction Drama 2016
Finalist, Beverly Hills Book Awards 2015

If you liked Eat Pray Love and Wild, you will love AFFAIRYTALE.
“…a love story of epic proportions!”-Reading Escapade Book Blog
“The must read book of the summer.” -Making Me, Lifestyle Blog
“5 Riveting Stars!” -Coffee Addict Books
True Love always finds a way. Sometimes…it starts with an affair.
AFFAIRYTALE, a Memoir

“I had an affair. The most forbidden and seductive affair, and fell in love.”

He was a rare gentleman, intelligent and gorgeous; a man every woman desired. Every cell in my body was telling me that he was my happily ever after.

I was stuck in a marriage of mediocrity, I ached for red silk romance and carry me away passion, but not with my husband. I craved Him. Living without him was cruel and unusual punishment, even for my wandering heart.

AFFAIRYTALE is a tantalizing memoir of sultry encounters, hidden grottos and secret hillside cabins. From the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes to the Southern shores of Maui you’ll fall in love with this tell-all memoir that pulls back the veil on infidelity and gives you rare look into hearts and bedroom of a real life extramarital affair.

Woven with original love letters and scandalous text messages, this engrossing true love story is sure to break then win your heart.

My Personal review:
“I wanted to embark in CJ’s world the moment I read about the reviews of the book. The true story of CJ captivates my whole mind as I dwelled into the pages of her life. The story was so addictive that I just couldn’t stop reading, I had to know whether CJ was going to get her love or not. Affairytale is proof that true love is worth the wait and is definitely the best memoir I have ever read.”

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And, we have a giveaway for all book lovers out there!

This is my first giveaway guys, show me some more love & enter!!!

Simply leave a comment below, you’ll be entered in the giveaway!
The winners will be announced on October 23,2016.

“Thank you to CJ for accepting to be interviewed by me and to give me the honor to host the giveaway of Affairytale.
It means a lot to me that you are featured on my blog today! “