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Free Story: Shifter’s Station: Prolonged Need
Feb 11, 2011 
Filed under: free story, paranormal
I had a need to revisit my trio from Shifter’s Station and I had a blast writing this freebie. You can download your own copy at Changeling Press and check out Encounters (aka Free Stories) from other Changeling authors. Just scroll down the page until you see Prolonged Need and make a file choice.
Shifter’s Station: Prolonged Need
Marc slid the wash cloth slowly over Larissa’s breasts. She gasped when he circled her nipple.
“What’s the matter, still horny?”
She looked up into his wolfish eyes. “Yes, you bastard.”
Marc, annoyed that she’d managed to distract him from work the night before, had brought her to the edge of an explosive orgasm that morning — then left her hanging.
He’d pushed all the pilots through a punishing workout and every rasp of her flight suit against her breasts and pussy had been agony. When he’d sent her to take a shower instead of dragging her back to his quarters she’d feared he would leave her wanting all day.
“You know you’re just making it worse for yourself.” Kirlos massaged her shoulders, and she leaned her head back. The hot water caressed her like a lover’s hands, stimulating her already heated flesh.
She snarled. “Fucking sadist.”
“Damn right, and you love it.” Marc slid the cloth between her legs. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. But she couldn’t keep from arching into his touch, writhing against the cloth’s rough surface.
Kirlos laughed as he ran his tongue up the side of her neck. He massaged her ass with a soapy cloth. “Should we show her some mercy?”
Marc laughed. “Never.”
“Damn it, I’ve had enough.”
Marc growled and dropped his wash cloth. He cupped her face in both his hands, his eyes glowing with a wolf’s menace. “You’ll never have enough of me.”
Larissa gasped. His rough words only made her hotter. “No. Never,” she agreed, her words breathy, barely audible.
He released her and leaned back against the wall of the shower. “Take her, Commander, and make it a good show.”
Kirlos laughed. “As you wish, Captain.”
He handed Marc his washcloth and slid his hand between Larissa legs. She pushed her hips back to meet him. “Yes!”
He pushed a few fingers deep inside her. “Mmmm. She’s soaking wet.
“Of course I’m wet after what he put me through.”
Kirlos laughed. “And I’m hard as a titanium blade after watching you. Brace yourself.”
Larissa placed her hands on the shower wall above Marc’s shoulders. She couldn’t resist leaning forward to lick drops of water off his chest.
Kirlos thrust deep, filling her in one stroke. She hissed, squeezing Kirlos’s cock with her internal muscles, eager to feel his natural vibrations. He slid back out with torturous slowness.
“No!” The loss of sensation infuriated her. She looked up at Marc, snarling. “Tell him to fuck me now.”
Marc arched a brow. “I think he’s doing a delightful job.”
Kirlos’s fingers bit into her hips, holding her still, and Marc circled her wrists with his hands, preventing her from fighting them. Kirlos kept up the agonizing rhythm until she thought she would lose her mind.
She squeezed her eyes shut as heat blazed across her. Her clit ached so badly she couldn’t concentrate to draw breath. She writhed trying to escape the prison of their hands. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Look at me.” Marc’s voice had deepened, and she felt the prick of claws against her wrist.
She did as he commanded.
“Beg for it.”
“Damn you.”
Marc simply held her gaze, effectively freezing her in place.
Kirlos reached around and brushed her clit, ripping a scream from her. “Please. Fires of Hell, please!”
Kirlos drove into her until his balls slapped against her ass. He withdrew and shoved back in faster and harder with each stroke.
“Yes! Gods of Earth, yes!”
Marc pulled one of her hands from the wall and pushed it downward. She needed no more guidance. She wrapped her hand around his cock, sliding up and down with firm strokes.
Her orgasm rose harsh and fast. Kirlos squeezed her clit as he fucked her as hard and rough as she liked it. He groaned. “I’m almost there!”
His hoarse words rushed across her like a caress. Her body tightened. She worked Marc faster. “Come with us,” she screamed.
Her spasms broke the last thread of Kirlos’s control, and he exploded inside her. Marc stiffened, and jets of cum splashed against her belly as he gave into the storm of lust riding them all.
Larissa sagged against him when their passion was spent. Kirlos wrapped his arms around them both. She tilted her head up just enough to watch Kirlos capture Marc’s mouth in a possessive kiss. “I think you should get her worked up like that more often.”
Marc smiled. “So do I.”
Larissa tried to make herself protest, but she was simply too damn satisfied to care.
Get better acquainted with Mark, Kirlos, Larissa, and their Cerian Sex Table in the Shifter’s Station Collection.
Shifter’s Station: Pilot’s Bargain For 1¢
Jan 14, 2011 Filed under: book release, free story, reading
For the next week, you can buy Shifter’s Station 1: Pilot’s Bargain for 1¢. That’s right just a single penny!
Edited to add: You can now buy it for only 99¢.
Book Summary
Larissa, a freighter pilot for an interstellar delivery company, has been blackmailed by her boss into delivering a cache of illegal weapons to a trading post on the edge of Common World space. When she arrives, one of the faulty weapons explodes, killing an inspector and injuring several others.
The station’s commander, an alien with the power to read the truth from someone’s mind, confirms that Larissa knew nothing about the weapon’s potential to malfunction. But the captain, a former officer of Terran Special Forces, refuses to let her go. Instead, he makes a wicked bargain. If she can resist his and the commander’s attempts at seduction for two hours, then she is free to go. If she gives into her desire for them, then she will serve as their bed slave for one month.
Publisher’s Note: Pilot’s Bargain is Book One of the Shifter’s Station Series, available in the Shifter’s Station Collection and in print.
Free Story: Trapped
Jan 5, 2011 Filed under: erotica, free story, paranormal 
Tags: erotica, free story, paranormal romance, vampire
Enjoy this free story set in the world of Stranger Than Fiction and Revision, my upcoming vampire novella……
“Trapped” by Silvia Violet
Shit! The alley was a dead end. The concrete block wall in front of her didn’t look like it would provide any handholds to help her climb. Before she had a chance to find out, the vampire caught her, slamming her up against the wall with his hard body. He captured each of her wrists and stretched her arms over her head.
His thick erection pressed against her ass, and she wanted him despite the anger and fear racing through her body.
He inhaled deep and his body shuddered against hers. “I do love a good chase.”
He was drinking in her fear and her need, feeding on them as he would her blood. She should be terrified, she was wet as hell.
“I didn’t kill those women,” his voice was a seductive purr.
Her heat hammered against her chest. “I can’t be sure of that.”
“The hell you can’t.”
She fought his hold though she knew she couldn’t break it. Panic rose as she realized she was well and truly trapped.
His breath caught, and he froze. “Stop fighting me.”
“Let me go.”
“Never.”
He pressed against her mental shields. She put all her energy into keeping him out, reinforcing her shields until they were thicker than the wall she lay against.
He growled. “I don’t want to hurt you. But my control could snap any second.”
“I don’t want you in my mind.”
“What about in your body?”
She pushed back against him and rubbed herself against his cock. As she’d hoped, his need distracted him. She slipped her hands free and spun, aiming a kick at his balls.
He caught her leg. She looked up and the power of his eyes froze her. He burst through her shields, but rather than raid her thoughts he opened his mind to her. What she read there confirmed what she’d suspected all along, he was telling the truth.
Before he shut his thoughts away, she saw something else, images of exactly what he wanted to do to her. Her desire rose until she could hardly breathe.
“Now, do you believe I am innocent?”
“Never. But you’re not a murderer,” her words came out in a husky voice, belying the hunger she felt.
He chuckled. “Run now or those thoughts you saw will become reality.”
She should run, but she couldn’t make herself. He was fighting his need, fighting his body’s compulsion to take control of her mind and body, she had seconds before that control broke. But she’d wanted him from the moment she’d laid eyes on him.
“Too late.” He pulled her to him, crushing her mouth with his.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He was all around her.
He slid his hands under her skirt and pushed her panties down. She stepped out of them and kicked them away before she remembered they were in an alley on a city street.
“Here?”
“Can’t wait,” he growled, grinding his cock against her.
She shuddered, trying to fight her need. “We’ll be arrested.”
“No one will see us.”
“But-“
“I can cloak us.”
“But I didn’t think-“
His thumbs found her clit then, and she no longer cared who might see them. He slid two fingers inside her, and she bucked against him. Heat shimmered in the air as if his lust were so strong she could see it, feel it. Her nipples tightened as if he’d touched them.
She unbuttoned his pants unable to wait another second.
He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him. With one stroke, he plunged deep, making her cry out.
She braced herself against the wall as he fucked, harder and harder with each stroke as if he were going to consume her body as well as her blood. His cock felt so damn good inside her like it was made just for her.
The rough surface of the wall scratched her back but she didn’t care, she was beyond registering anything but the orgasm building low in her belly, pressing against her, threatening to rip away all conscious thought.
His traced the side of her neck with his tongue. She tensed, but he didn’t give her time to be afraid. His fangs sank deep, and the pleasure/pain sent her over the edge. Her orgasm stretched on and on.
His mind connected with hers as he. He poured all his need into her. She bucked against him, desperate for all he could give.
She came a second time, and he went over with her, lapping at the wounds in her neck as he poured himself into her body.
When he released her, she sagged in his arms, incapable of moving.
He kissed her softly. “You’re delicious.”
His silky voice stirred desire deep in her, despite her exhaustion.
“Let me take you home. I can heal the scratches on your back. Then I’ll show you what I can do with more time and more comfortable surroundings.”
“There’s more?”
He smiled and her heart accelerated again. “Much, much more.”
Menage Flash Fiction
Mar 16, 2008 Filed under: free story, paranormal Tags: erotic romance, erotica, menage, werewolf
This week’s Changeling Bar and Grille theme was shape-shifter menage. I wrote this 100 word flash piece for the theme:
Jake’s claws slid out and dug into Liz’s hips. He froze. Afraid of how she would react.
But she showed no sign of fear. Instead, she moaned around his friend’s cock and shoved her hips back, taking Jake deeper.
He let his claws sink into her flesh, deep enough to sting.
She went wild, bucking against him, begging for more. He gave her his full length, pounding against her, no longer trying to hold back his animal nature. She squeezed his cock, pulling him toward orgasm as his friends fucked her mouth and howled.
Be sure to stop by the Bar and Grille next Friday to see what the Changeling authors are up to.
M/M Flash Fiction
Mar 2, 2008 Filed under: free story Tags: erotic romance, erotica, m/m romance
Every Friday night, Changeling Press authors open up the Changeling Bar and Grille at 5pm EST. During Bar and Grille hours, authors and readers are asked to share 100 word flash fiction based on the weeks topic. This week’s topic is Dreams and here is my contribuition:
She concealed herself behind the curtain, watching as the man she’d followed opened wide to swallow his lover’s cock. His back muscles flexed as he moved back and forth, fucking his lover with his mouth, sucking, licking, eating him up. The other man thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper into his lover’s mouth.
She reached down to touch her aching pussy. Her hand tangled in the curtain, dragging it across her body.
Her eyes opened. Where was she? Something touched her leg, and she turned over, heart pounding. But it was only the curtain fluttering in the breeze from the open window.
Hop on over to the Changeling Press Readers Loop to see what others have come up with and join us next Friday for more yummy treats.
Countdown: Sinfully Good Treats
Feb 7, 2008 Filed under: free story, recipes
Five Days Left Until the Release of A Persistent Attraction
I am a firm believer in the sensuality of food. Some day I must write a book with a chef as the hero or heroine. For now though, please check out my two free stories “Cinnamon Dreams” and “Strawberry Fantasy” that demonstrate the connection between food and sex.
To get us in the mood for a good sensual romance, I want to share some recipes for sinfully delicious treats.
Triple chocolate cake
1 pkg Devil’s Food cake mix
1 pkg instant chocolate pudding
1 cup chocolate chips
8 oz sour cream
4 eggs
1/2c vegetable oil
1/2 c water
Stir cake mix and pudding mix together. Add other ingredients except chips. Stir until combined. Mix on high speed for 2 minutes. Sprinkle chocolate chips with flour (prevents them from sinking to bottom of pan as cake cooks) and mix them in on low speed. Pout into a bundt pan and bake according to cake box directions.
Apple Butterscotch Tart
I discovered this recipe after we went apple picking last fall and fell in love with it.
Cherry Chocolate Chunk Cookies
These are my new favorite cookies!
Coutndown Contest : Free Story
Feb 5, 2008 Filed under: free story, historical Tags: erotic romance, erotica, historical romance, Regency romance
Only 7 days left until the release of A Persistent Attraction. I’ll be here every day for the next week counting down the days and posting excerpts and Regency info. Every time you comment, your name is thrown into the hat to win a book from my backlist so join in the fun.
To get us in the proper mood for more Regency Intrigue, here’s a little Regency-era short…
(Just to clarify – this is not an excerpt from A Persistent Attraction. It’s a separate story I wrote for fun that might one day develop into a longer story.)
As Brodie pushed the door closed behind them and clicked the lock into place, Alice’s heart pounded. What did he think he was doing?
But she thought she knew the answer all too well, and when her lover turned and flashed a wicked grin, her suspicions were confirmed. He meant to seduce her. In her aunt’s house. In the middle of a ball.
She shook her head. “We can’t. Not here.”
“The hell we can’t.” He sat down on the settee and pulled her into her lap so abruptly her breath whooshed from her lungs. Before she draw in more air, he pulled her head down and took her lips in a ferocious kiss.
Heat and need spiraled through her.. She tried to pull away, but Brodie’s hands were already unbuttoning the back of her dress.
He tugged so hard on her bodice she heard stitches rip. Dear God, she hoped she’d be decent enough to return to the ballroom.
She gasped as Brodie’s mouth left hers and closed around her nipple. He was always a passionate lover, but tonight he was relentless as if he wanted to devour her. Her body responded with abandon even as her mind screamed out the need to stop.
“Lift your dress.”
His pause to speak gave her a chance to protest. “My aunt will be looking for me. We’ve got to stop.”
His eyes darkened. “If you think you can tease me like that and not suffer the consequences you are quite wrong.”
Alice smiled at his mock anger. She’d been feeling a bit wild all evening, contemplating the night she and Brodie had planned. So when he’d pulled her onto the dance floor for a waltz, ignoring the fact that the dance had been claimed by her cousin, she’d allowed herself to stand quite a bit closer than propriety allowed. Once or twice she’d even allowed her belly to brush against his cock, delighting in the feel of it hardening in response.
Brodie growled. “Now.”
Alice smiled and did as he commanded, raising her dress and straddling him while he worked the fastenings of his pants.
When he’d freed his cock, he lifted her and thrust deep. She had to bite her lip to hold in a scream. They’d been lovers for weeks now, but she’d still not gotten used to his size. He filled her nearly to the point of pain. Yet it felt so wickedly good.
She rose on her knees and brought herself down hard. He gasped, and she laughed.
He grabbed her hips in response, taking over control and driving into her over and over, so fast she couldn’t catch her breath.
“Alice!”
Her aunt’s voice. In the hall. She tired to find the will to stop. But her hands clasped Brodie’s shoulders rather than pushing him away.
“Alice! Where are you?” Someone, presumably her aunt, tried the door. Thank God Brodie had locked it. She opened her eyes and looked at him pointedly.
Brodie shook his head. “Can’t . . . stop.” The words sounded pained.
He reached up and brushed his thumbs across booth her nipples as he flexed his cock inside her, brushing across the spot inside her that made her sizzle.
Her aunt knocked again, but Alice no longer cared. All she cared about was Brodie and what his hands and his cock were doing ot her.
He tormented her nipples as he thrust fully into her. Her nails bit into his shoulders, nearly ripping the fabric of his jacket. “Come for me, Alice.”
She moaned, slamming herself onto his cock, letting him fill her until she exploded. Hard bursts of passion raced through her. At just the right moment, Brodie took her lips with his and swallowed her scream of release.
As her body writhed against his, he lifted her and she felt the hot splash of his seed against her thigh. As the aftershocks of passion slowed, she realized something she’d been trying to deny. She needed this man with her very soul. She would have to find a way to keep him.
