An Erotic Excerpt from Seduction of the Captain

Aug 20, 2011 Filed under: BDSM, book release, erotica, sci fi, shapeshifter

Here’s another taste of my recently released BDSM sci fi story, Seduction of the Captain……

Blurb:
Kajinek is a Lalatian Dominant who must feed on fear, pain, and sex for survival. Since leaving his homeworld, he hasn’t met a woman who could truly satisfy his needs.

Mercenary captain Saida Alexander needs a pilot for the most dangerous mission she’s ever undertaken. She chooses Kajinek, because he’s reputed to be the very best. She never suspects that he’ll awaken the submissive desires she’s ignored for years.

When Saida knocks on Kajinek’s door, he senses that she’s the partner he’s been looking for. He agrees to fly her ship under one condition; she must personally feed his darkest desires. Can Saida give in to what her body wants or will submitting sexually shatter the careful control she wields over the rest of her life?

Excerpt:
Kajinek followed Saida down the corridor toward their quarters, fighting the urge to throw her over his shoulders and run just to get there a few seconds faster. His cock felt like an iron rod in his pants, and the need to take her burned through his veins. At every stop along the tour, she‟d managed to brush against him, lean over him, flaunt her body at him, all without seeming to do a thing.

When her ass had brushed his cock as she stepped back into him while reaching for an overhead hatch, he‟d almost lost it. He‟d planned to introduce her to more of his implements of torment that night. He‟d wanted to work her up, make her beg, make her acknowledge what she was to him, but that would have to wait until he got some relief. The second the door to her quarters was closed, he was going to take her hard and fast. Then he was going to torment her until she surrendered her very soul.

Saida laid her palm against the sensor beside her door. Kajinek smiled when he noticed her hand trembling. He breathed deep, drawing in a satisfying stream of hunger and fear.

The door slid back. Saida stepped through. He stepped in behind her, so close they were nearly touching. She smacked the interior sensor. The door slid closed ever so slowly. Kaj didn’t move. Neither did Saida. The door clicked shut.

“Full privacy screens.” Saida’s voice was low and husky.

The control computer responded. “Confirmed.”

Kaj grabbed her shoulders, spun her, and slammed her back against the door. He crushed his lips to hers in a brutal kiss. He wasn’t interested in finesse or seduction or even forcing her submission—he simply wanted. Wanted what she‟d been flaunting all night, wanted relief from the hunger that raged through him.

“Fuck me,” Saida demanded, arching her hips to slide her pussy along the hard length of his cock.

He felt the heat of her through her suit and his pants. But that wasn’t enough. He needed her naked; he needed to be inside her. He needed to make her scream. But he couldn’t seem to tear himself away from her mouth.They bit and sucked at each other. Their tongues were like weapons fighting to devour each other. She dug her nails into his back, tearing into him like the claws she could form. He groaned and used his hips to pin her to the wall while he ground his cock against her pussy lips, which were as clearly defined against her suit as if she were already naked.

She growled and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Pleasure jolted through him. He might not need pain like a submissive did, but he‟d been taught to appreciate any heightening of sensation. He sucked her tongue into his mouth so hard, she groaned and bucked against him, trying to get him to move, working her clit against the hardness of his shaft. He drank down her fierce need, wanting more, wanting her surrender, wanting to eat her up.

She raked her nails down his back—no longer fingernails, but claws—ripping the fabric of his shirt. He gasped and pulled away from her. Her eyes burned with passion, but they still looked human. “Saida?”

Her need assaulted him, nearly making him choke. She struggled to draw in air. “I’m controlling it. Some of my lovers…like the…danger. I thought you…would too.” She worked the fastening of his pants. Once she got them open, she shoved them over his hips, freeing his cock.

She wrapped her still-clawed hand around his cock and slid it up and down. He didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but she proved him wrong. He was supposed to be the one who inspired fear, the one who fed his partner‟s need for danger, but the sight of her claws wrapped around his cock was making him hotter than he‟d thought possible. If she didn’t stop soon, he was going to come.

“Enough.” He closed his fingers around her wrist. She released him, but she trailed one of her claws down the length of his cock, barely skimming the delicate skin. He sucked in his breath. His cock jerked, reaching for her touch, wanting the danger she offered.
Saida chuckled. “I knew you were addicted to danger.”

Anger burned inside him. How the hell had she gotten the upper hand? As soon as he‟d slaked the lust burning through him enough to think again, he was going to torture her until she begged to serve him. He‟d make her his slave. He looked up, letting her see the anger burning like fire in his eyes. “You have no sense of self-preservation.”

Guest Blogger: Ike Rose

Aug 18, 2011 Filed under: guest blogger

Today Ike Rose joins us to talk writing and of course, being me, I had to mention food too. So pull up a chair and join us. Ike, tell us about your latest release.

JMS Books published “My Big Brother” on July 31. It’s an erotic coming-of-age romance.
In May, 1968, high school senior Ed Green is celebrating his 18th birthday. Ed is excited and eager to experience the rites-of-passage of his working class neighborhood in Brooklyn, NY for a number of reasons. As a “legal adult”, he can now drink with his older buddies.  After he graduates, Ed will be free to move away from his divorced and widowed alcoholic father and dad’s sluttish young girlfriend, who had tried to climb into bed with the handsome young bodybuilding champ.

The main reason for Ed’s excitement is that he’ll be seeing his older step-brother, Johnny, an about to be discharged Marine hero from Vietnam who he hadn’t seen since puberty hit the young former nerd. Ed had been a shy, short kid with thick glasses when they last saw each other, when Johnny‘s mom took Ed’s personal hero and protector to California. Ed plans to surprise his beloved “big brother” with the massive changes to his formerly scrawny, weak body.

Only one thing has Ed worried. Though he dates girls, he’s known for a while now that he’s sexually attracted to older men. John will have to share Ed’s bed in the small house for the next few weeks, which makes Ed worry about hiding his lust for the man he’s always had a crush on.
How will the hunky Marine react when he learns that not only is his kid brother gay, but that Ed has the hots for him, too? Will sharing a bed with his macho big “brother” lead to Ed’s best birthday gift ever?

What is your favorite genre to write? What other genres do you enjoy?
I’m a dyed-in-the-wool romantic, so I love romances, erotic or not. I’m a rough-edged sort of man, and I write about the experiences I had coming out as a young gay man from a blue-collar neighborhood.
I love paranormal stories, and I’m working on two right now. I also love humor and comedy, and I’m a big reader of mysteries.

Do you have a  favorite character from one of your books?
Me. I keep re-writing my life, so most of the time my main characters are leading the life I al;ways wanted to lead, or as I wish things had turned out.

Is there a style or genre of writing that you haven’t tired yet but you’d like to explore?
Mysteries. Specifically, humorous mysteries.

How do you make time in your life for writing?
I’m retired, so I have quite a bit of time. I’m mostly limited by my medical problems.

What do you like to read? Do you have some favorite authors?
I read a lot of erotic romances , but I’m not going to offend my friends by saying who are my favorites. I read about the craft of writing.
I’ve been reading quite a bit of paranormal stuff lately, and loved my first Charlaine Harris “Sookie Stackhouse” novel, which I read recently.

If you decide to take a Saturday off, what are we likely to find you doing?
Spending the day with my lover of twenty-nine years. He still works, so we don’t get to spend enough time together.

Choose six adjectives to describe yourself.
Creative; imaginative; loving; funny; mature. And oversexed!

Describe the perfect meal.
I love tasty little dishes, like dim-sum and appetizers. Sometimes I order just from the appetizer menu.

If you were a dessert what would you be and why?
Cheesecake. Rich, dreamy and satisfying; a good basis for an infinite number of variations, from fresh fruit to chocolate. The perfect food!

Thanks for joining us Ike!

Excerpt from My Big Brother:

I went into the kitchen, returning with a six-pack of beer, beginning a night of drinking as we renewed our bond. In some ways, it was as if we had never been apart, since we had kept in touch so closely by mail, but in other ways, we were strangers. The last time we had seen each other, John shaved twice a month, while I had no hair on my body. Now, I looked bigger than him because I was more muscular. We established that after three boilermakers, when he stripped to his skivvies so we could stand in the mirror and compare.

John had a great body. There was no question about it; the Marines do know how to build men. But I’d spent the last two years working on my shoulders, legs, arms and chest, so although I was over four years his junior, my hairy chest and body compared to his almost hairless body made me look more mature and larger. We were the same height, but I massed more. We stood there looking at each other in the big mirror in the hall. I admired a small Marine tattoo on his left pec, drunk enough to run my hand over it. My hand touched his nipple, and he moaned.

It was then that I finally noticed two things. Both of my stepbrother’s nipples were erect and the size of erasers, while both of us were sporting hard-ons. Confused, I walked over to the sofa to think. It had to be a coincidence. John was a fucking Marine. A leatherneck couldn’t be queer like me?

John interrupted my bewildered thoughts, “Hey, Squirt, do you get high?” I guess I looked confused. “You know, pot?” He mimed smoking a joint.

“Yeah, sure I do. Why?”

“’Cause I got some excellent shit I smuggled back from ‘Nam upstairs in my trunk. Let’s go up to our room and get wasted, Squirt.”

“Sure, Shrimp-dick.” He stared at me, startled. “I wanted to see how you liked being called a demeaning nickname. I don’t think I qualify as Squirt anymore, do you?”

He grinned. “Hell, Squirt, you can call me anything you want. I can still kick your fucking ass after my leg heals.”

“Do you need me to carry you up the stairs, Baby-balls?” We broke into drunken laughter as he struggled up the stairs in front of me. I stared at his muscular ass moving in the thin cotton skivvies. I realized that this was not only going to be a long night; it was going to be a long visit, with a hell of a lot of cold showers. Suddenly the idea of dating and fucking girls as second best seemed almost acceptable. Maybe I’d get John some double dates so I could get to watch him fucking them. I even started to think of which girls I’d fucked who might agree to being shared, figuring that was as close as I’d ever get to having sex with my stepbrother.

We sat on the bed as we smoked the joint, and a second one. By then, I was so fucking horny that I had to tell Johnny the truth.

“Uh, John, if you’re going to be sleeping in this bed with me for about the next month there’s a tiny detail you gotta know about me.”

“What? You snore? I’ve been sleeping in a barracks with a hundred grunts, so I’m used to that. If you’re gonna tell me you jerk off, the same applies. Besides, I do, too.”

He giggled drunkenly as he gave me a punch on the arm that hurt.

“No. Now, nothing I ever wrote to you is a lie. Every one of the stories about girls is the truth. But … shit, you’re gonna beat the crap out of me, but I gotta tell you the truth. I’ve never done anything about it, but I’ve known for the last couple of years that I’m … I’m …”

“You’re what?”

I shouted, “I’m a fucking queer homo faggot!”

John sat and looked at me for a full minute. Then, his lips slowly spread in a huge grin. “So am I, little brother, so am I. And I’ve done a hell of a lot about it.”

I sat, staring at him dumbly as he grabbed my wrist to pull me towards him.

“I thought I’d dropped dead and went to queer heaven when you came down those stairs almost naked this afternoon. Fuck, you’re so damned hot, Squir … Ed. I’ve seen a lot of hot men in the last six years, but you’re the hottest I’ve ever seen. Um … you … you wouldn’t happen to be … ?”

His entire beautiful body blushed.

“Hot for you? Johnny, I’ve been fucking horny for you since … Hell, I suppose since I was six years old. For about three years I beat off sniffing a sweatshirt of yours that I stole before you moved away. When I saw you smoking that cigar on the steps this afternoon, I just about shot a load in my pants, you looked so fucking hot.” I put a hand on his cheek, relishing the feel of a man’s beard stubble for the first time. “Johnny, teach me. Show me what to do. I’m told I’m good in bed with chicks. Shouldn’t that be a good start?”

Learn more about Ike Rose at his website.

Learn All About Silvia

Aug 15, 2011 Filed under: excerpts, m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter, web event

I’ve recently been interviewed by Lee Brazil and Top to Bottom Reviews. Go here and here to find out more about Sex on the Hoof, how I approach writing, and what I do when I’m not at the keyboard.

Sweet Treats: Chili Lime Cupcakes

Aug 11, 2011 Filed under: recipes

I made these last night and I am completely in love with them. Like with mojito cupcakes, you start by making white cake cupcakes with a recipe like this one. Or if you’d rather not make the cake from scratch, Duncan Hines Classic White Cake mix is quite good especially if you replace half the water with milk to make it richer.

Lime Icing

1/2 cup butter (1 stick)

1/4 cup freshly squeezed lime juice

zest of one lime

1/8 tsp salt

a few drops of green food coloring

cayenne pepper or chili powder, depending on the taste you want

2 cups powdered sugar

Mix all ingredients except powdered sugar until creamy. Then slowly add powdered sugar using a little more or less to make the consistency of icing you prefer.

Ice the cupcakes and sprinkle cayenne pepper or chili powder on top.

Hump Day Eye Candy, August 10

Aug 10, 2011 Filed under: eye candy

Save a horse….

 

Guest Blogger: Lee Brazil

Aug 9, 2011 Filed under: book recommendation, erotica, guest blogger

Today I have the pleasure of welcoming Lee Brazil to my blog. If you haven’t read his Truth or Dare series, you are really missing out! So after you read his post and and excerpt from Giving Up, Book 3 in the series, go check it out!

Coffee, Cannabis, Shakespeare, and Me

I have a few drugs of choice, and a few I could care less about.  My drugs of choice? Tequila and coffee.  I l love a glass of good wine, or a shot of whiskey, but my old standby’s are coffee and tequila.  Wakes me up, gets me moving, keeps me writing.  But coffee once was as frowned upon as cannabis is today.

“Coffee leads men to trifle away their time, scald their chops, and spend their money, all for a little base, black, thick, nasty, bitter, stinking nauseous puddle water.”  ~The Women’s Petition Against Coffee, 1674

Yikes.  Glad the world persevered and moved beyond that attitude.

I just read an article purporting that Shakespeare might have been a smoker.  Not a smoker of tobacco- a smoker of cannabis.  You know, a bit of pot, weed, ganja.  Good for him.  Not my cup of tea- and by that I mean coffee- but…

Why not? Characters in several of my stories are smokers – not the tobacco variety- and that’s because I believe in free choice.  In the bedroom and the smoking parlor, on the street, and in the library.  Writers, readers, sports players – lovers.

Why am I talking about Shakespeare? Because Shakespeare wrote erotica for the Elizabethan masses, didn’t you know?  In between the dark historicals, like Henry and Richard, the Tragedies- Hamlet, Caesar, MacBeth- were the comedies.  Those wonderful bawdy comedies are loved just as much today as they were by the theater goers of the sixteenth century.

Romero and Juliet, for example- is full of lines like this:

“The bawdy hand of the dial is upon the prick of noon.”  That’s self explanatory, isn’t it?

But also there is this little scene with Mercutio- (Hey, What if Mercutio and Romeo, instead of Juliet and Romeo? Just a thought… )

 

Mercutio to Romeo- re: Juliet:

Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?

now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art

thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

for this drivelling love is like a great natural,

that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole” .

 

Did you catch it? Yeah it’s a sexual allusion…

But the ribaldry is present in the tragedies as well.  In Hamlet, Hamlet tells Ophelia- “get thee to a nunn’ry.”  In Elizabethan times, nunnery is slang for whore house- (Can I say whore house here, Silvia? Absolutely my dear. You can say anything you’d like 🙂) Critics claim the meaning isn’t played out in the rest of the scene, but… keeping in mind this is being acted out in front of the general populace- a wordsmith like Will certainly would have realized that connection would be front and center in the viewers minds.

And that my dears, isn’t even the tip of the iceberg!  Google Bawdy Shakespeare and see what gems you can find!

So, can we call Will the Father of Erotica?  Nah- it goes back to Ancient times-  The Milesian tales are the earliest instances of erotic literature in the Western world.  But still… it makes Shakespeare fun to read-

So, what’s your drug of choice to get the creative juices flowing?  I’m betting the majority of you are going to say caffeine in one form or another.

And here’s the prerequisite plug for the result of my caffeine addiction>

 

Giving Up (Truth or Dare Book 3)

by Lee Brazil

Available now from Breathless Press

Blurb:

Can Dr. Arden Grey teach Brandon Blake that giving up control is worth while, with the right woman?

Brandon Blake has a problem.  His family is fed up with his controlling ways. They don’t need him managing their affairs any more.  Brandon doesn’t want to lose his connection with his brothers, but he doesn’t know any other way to live.   He’s been in charge for a long time. Now his brothers are leaving home and making families of their own, and Brandon’s interference has caused some serious rifts. Brandon’s stressful job as CEO of the family production studio and his concerns for his brothers have contributed to the ulcer his doctor recently diagnosed. Therapy is supposed to help Brandon learn how to let go and give up the need to control every thing.  Brandon finds the counselor he’s been sent to intriguing, if a bit intimidating, though she has absolutely nothing in common with the women he’s dated in the past.

Dr. Arden Gray knows about control.  A survivor of marriage to a dominant, abusive partner, she’s spent the last twenty years turning her life around.  She’s learned to take control and has made a career of teaching others to do the same.  Brandon Blake is a surprise.  When his doctor sends Brandon to her, Arden isn’t sure how she can help the man.  But after a few sessions, she sees something intriguing hidden inside Brandon Blake, something that tells her he just might be the man she’s been looking for.  If only she can convince him that giving up control to the right woman will solve all his problems!

 

Excerpt:

He stood automatically, reaching out to shake her hand in greeting and murmuring polite good mornings.  A slight heat rose in his cheeks and he hoped to hell the blush wasn’t visible.  And why the fuck a simple handshake for the doctor should cause him to blush he didn’t know, but something about her made him feel self-conscious and uncertain in ways he hadn’t felt since he was a wild sixteen year old serving as his beautiful mother’s escort to Hollywood’s wild parties.

He stiffened his spine and forced himself to meet those sharp blue eyes, unwittingly squeezing her hand just a little too tightly.  He watched as the blue eyes flared wide then narrowed, and Dr. Grey gently removed her hand from his.  The flush on his cheeks grew and he felt his stomach churn alarmingly.  He and Trick were about to have more in common than he’d ever thought possible if he couldn’t calm down soon.

Dr. Grey led him into her office and he took the same seat he normally did on the plush leather chair in front of the desk.  Somewhat surprised, he noticed that instead of taking the chair adjacent to him as she usually did Dr. Grey seated herself behind the neat steel and glass desk.  Crossing her hands on the desktop, she met his questioning gaze calmly, and Brandon let out the breath he hadn’t realized he held.  His roiling emotions calmed as he took in her stillness, and even his churning stomach was soothed.  This was different, but not wrong.

Or so he thought until she spoke.

“I’m afraid, Brandon, that I can’t keep you on as patient any longer.”

Panic flared.  “What? Why not?”  His stomach heaved and he forced himself to breathe deeply through his nose, swallowing rapidly to prevent the consequences of the sudden lurch.  Nothing of his feelings showed on his face.  He had twenty-three years of practice at making sure of that. He couldn’t have heard correctly.

“Because I can’t help you in a professional capacity.  I’ve given you the tools to manage your problem, you’re an intelligent man and you can resolve your issues from here on your own.”  Her voice remained the same as it always had, soothing and cool, her gaze untroubled and calm.

Damn. How had he come to depend on that calmness in such a few meetings?  How would he deal without the soothing effect her voice had on his nerves and stomach?  Quickly pulling in resources to hide the shocking sense of abandonment he suddenly felt, Brandon grasped the tiny thread of anger and blew it up.

He surged upright and waved his phone in her face.  “Fuck.  I could have been at the office heading off a dozen major crises!  See this?  It’s called a cell phone. I have it with me all the time.  Next time you need to change our plans, use it!”

Sweet Treats: Mojito Cupcakes

Aug 8, 2011 Filed under: recipes

I made mojito cupcakes this afternoon and they were the perfect finish to a lovely staycation day of uninterrupted writing and reading. I’m going to include a link to a white cake recipe but if you’d rather not make the cake from scratch, the Duncan Hines Classic White Cake mix is quite good especially if you replace half the water with milk to make it richer.

Mojito Cupcakes

You can use this recipe for white cake.

Filled lined cupcake cups 1/2 full. Bake as directed and cool completely.

Glaze

3 cups powdered sugar

1/4 rum

1/4 cup fresh squeezed lime juice

1 tsp lime zest

1/8 tsp salt

Mix ingredients together and add more powdered sugar or more rum if needed to make a good pourable consistency.

Pour glaze over cooled cupcakes. Top with lime slices and mint leaves (which got left out in my photo).

 

Hump Day Eye Candy, August 3

Aug 3, 2011 Filed under: eye candy

 

Guest Blogger: Cassandra Carr

Aug 2, 2011 Filed under: guest blogger

Welcome to author Cassandra Carr! Thanks for joining us today, Cassandra. Tell us about your latest release.

Talk to Me is a fun, sexy story about a woman named Jamie. She’s a radio producer who takes a position at a sports talk radio station in New York City. There she meets the host, Drew, and hears his voice, which has this incredibly sexy, raspy vibe. As they work together and Jamie is forced to listen to him talk for hours on end five days a week, she becomes more and more attracted to him. He’s attracted to her as well, but is trying to keep his hands off because she’s a great producer and he doesn’t want to mess that up. One night, though, Drew catches Jamie in a compromising position at the radio station and all hell breaks loose in the best possible way!

What is your favorite genre to write? What other genres do you enjoy?

My favorite genre to write is contemporary erotic romance. I’m good at it and the words flow for me. I also write non-erotic contemporary romance.

For reading, I am interested in a lot of genres. About the only thing I stay away from is sci-fi romance. I’m not crazy about paranormal (sorry to all the folks who write it), but there is some that I do read.

Do you have a favorite character from one of your books?

Well, I love love love all my heroes, but my favorite character is the first hero I ever wrote – Sebastian from Should’ve Known Better. The book is still unpublished, but he’s just a doll and I adore him. Incidentally he’s one of the youngest heroes I’ve ever written, so he’s got that irresistible combination of manliness and youthful enthusiasm.

Is there a style or genre of writing that you haven’t tired yet but you’d like to explore?

There are some genres, like historical, that I’d love to try my hand at, but I figure – go with what got you where you are!

How do you make time in your life for writing?

*snort* I write when my toddler is napping or after she goes to bed. I’m also lucky that her paternal grandmother only has one grandchild and so she babysits my daughter once or sometimes twice a week. She’ll be in preschool two mornings in the fall, and I’m hoping to get her into a private day care maybe one other day.

What do you like to read? Do you have some favorite authors?

I read a wide variety of romance. I’ve read other genres – literary fiction, mystery, etc, but I love romance! Oh man, I have a lot of authors I love. In historical, Lisa Kleypas is excellent. I also love Jennifer Crusie, especially the books she co-authored with Bob Mayer. Agnes and the Hitman is a hilarious book! Deidre Martin and Rachel Gibson do a good job with hockey romance.

In erotic, where do I start? *takes deep breath* Miranda Baker, Camryn Rhys, Cat Grant, Viki Lyn, Scarlett Parrish, Natasha Moore…the list goes on. There are so many great erotic romance authors! Overall, my favorite author is Maya Banks. I met her at this year’s Romance Writers of America conference and went totally fangirl on her. I think she may have a restraining order against me now. <g>

If you decide to take a Saturday off, what are we likely to find you doing?

Usually something with my family. This upcoming Saturday is our annual summer party – we do a clambake and the church right by us kindly provides fireworks practically in our front yard (their summer festival is the same day).

Choose six adjectives to describe yourself.

Oh geez…let me think: tenacious, reliable, protective (if you’re mean to my daughter, watch out!), dry-witted (is too an adjective!), fidgety, and loyal.

Describe the perfect meal.

Sushi, steak, ice cream. BAM! Oh, you wanted details? Well, I love sushi, so starting out with a nice dry white wine and a couple of rolls, followed by a nice juicy filet mignon with a good red wine, sounds pretty perfect to me. And ice cream melts into the crevices in your tummy, so there’s always room for it!

If you were a dessert what would you be and why?

Probably an Oreo cookie: one thing on the outside, another on the inside. (Oooh, mysterious answer!)

Thanks so much for having me!

Thank you for being here!

Excerpt: Talk to Me by Cassandra Carr

By the time the show ended and Jamie thought about how long it would take her to shut everything down for the night, then hustle herself off to the subway station and take the three different trains to get to her apartment all the way out in Brooklyn, she was truly afraid she would self-combust.

Drew ran out of the place like a bomb scare had been called in, so at least she didn’t have to worry about him anymore. Nonetheless, Jamie waited a good ten minutes past when she was finished with her nightly duties, then made her way back to the small production room where she and Drew had recorded his promo earlier. She knew a copy of it would still be stored on the computer in the room, and after scooting in and shutting the door, she booted it up. She told herself she needed to check it one more time before giving it to the station manager tomorrow, but who was she kidding? She needed to hear him but in a safe environment. Where she couldn’t do anything stupid. She needed his voice to weave inside her, through her, like a drug.

The rough yet strangely melodic sounds of Drew’s voice drifted over Jamie as she leaned back in her chair. Closing her eyes, she pictured his face in her mind — his to-die-for lips traveling down the length of her body, just as her hand was doing at the moment; his navy blue eyes, focused only on her as he brought her to orgasm… She reached the button of her jeans and eased them open, propping her feet up on the desk.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this at work, but no one was around, and if she didn’t do something to assuage this ache, she was likely to jump him the next time she saw him. Bad idea. Bad, bad idea. Fantasizing about the man was one thing; straddling his powerful, muscular thighs in the studio chair and offering herself to him was another. That thought brought another rush of heat to her pussy, and she moaned. She needed serious help.

At first she just teased herself a little, rubbing outside her panties, but it soon became too much. She needed relief too badly to continue to torment herself. As Drew’s voice continued to assail her from all directions in the small, windowless room, she pushed her hand down inside the waistband of her panties and through her curls until she found the damp center of her sex. The sweet smell of her musk wafted up to tickle her nose, arousing her even more.

Twirling her fingers as much as the constricting position allowed her to, she imagined they were Drew’s tongue instead. She let out a plaintive moan as the picture caused her juices to flow even more, soaking her fingers. Plunging two of them into her pussy, she pressed her thumb on her clit, craving the direct stimulation. Jamie gasped as shock waves of pleasure shot from her pussy through her clit and up her spine, her back arching. And through it all, Drew’s voice urged her to new heights.

BIO:
Cassandra Carr lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Her debut novel, Talk to Me, was released by Loose Id on March 22, 2011. For more information about Cassandra, check out her website, “like” her Facebook fan page or follow her on Twitter.

Protect and Serve Inspiration (NSFW)

Aug 1, 2011 Filed under: bears, erotica, eye candy, m/m, men in uniform, paranormal, shapeshifter, writing

So I’ve been thinking about giving Seth, the police lieutenant from Sex on the Hoof and Savage Wolf his own book. And now Seth and the bear shifter I want to pair him with keep talking to me, so I’ve been trying to solidify my image of them. I posted an inspiration pic for Brandon the bear shifter and now I’ve found the perfect pic for Seth. (more…)