Sword duels, space battles, ruthless space pirates and planets ruled solely by women when the men are warriors but decorate the court.
Come travel to another galaxy, another solar system that orbits the star, Seti. To two neighboring planets; one, the mother world, Seti-Cronus, a green and blue world, much like Earth, and Alphxorn, a world that appears to be a desert planet. Each world populated by people from the first world, Seti-Cronus. Over several generations, they have grown apart, and distrustful of each other. Before tensions erupt into hostilities both worlds are threatened by space pirates out to conquer and enslave the populations, posing a joint threat.
In an effort to unite their two worlds, Lord Sarc of Alphoxn offers marriage to Lady Zera, sister to High Lord Enos of Seti-Cronus. But distrustful of their disassociated cousins, she refuses. Still the neighboring worlds face an invasion of space pirates against which only their combined military strength can prevail.
On patrol, Enos, and his entourage are killed by pirates, despite assistance from two squads of Alphxorn’s fighters and Zera assumes the throne of Seti-Cronus.
Lord Sarc, renders Seti-Cronus’ military temporarily impotent, and marches into Zera’s palace as a benevolent conquer, and demands she marry him. A sword duel between them ensues.
Zera, known to be unbeatable with her heirloom sword, draws first blood fulfilling an ancient prophecy. Her weapon becomes impossible to wield, leaving her disarmed and at Sarc’s mercy. How will he acknowledge her, as wife or slave? How will her heart accept him? With both worlds’ militaries to command and Zera’s love to win, Sarc struggles amid undercurrents of treachery. Can he convince Zera he’s guiltless in her brother’s death—can Zera deny the feelings Sarc has awakened in her?
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A short western erotica of around 13,000 words
Suzi Calworth has to find the courage to face the man she loves and tell him she’s pregnant with another man’s child.
Clint Malone loves Suzi and regrets driving her away. Yet, can he tell her the truth about himself and risk losing her forever?
Can they both find the strength to reveal their secrets and let love heal their heartache?
For two years, she’d made herself available to the
man. He walked through her door, and she put her world on hold to please him.
Mistakenly, she had believed he cared.
muttered and recalled how much she dreaded telling him about the special
assignment she’d been giving. She had fixed him his favorite dinner and taken
extra care with her appearance to avoid an unpleasant scene. Yet as the evening
wore on, she had lost her nerve, and had unintentionally blurted her news. “I
have to move to Oklahoma City for a few months.”
shrugged as if unconcern by the forced separation. “If that’s what you need to
she washed it down with a long swig of wine. The special treat for the evening
didn’t even tempt her palate or dull the ache in her chest. “Then you really
having fun here. No strings attached.” He scooted back his chair and rolled
onto the expensive heels of his boots. “We can always get together when you
come home for long weekends or after the project is over.”
chest. Bile backed into her throat. She clutched her hands into fists and
repeated the same words she had yelled at him at the time, “Why you sorry son
of a bitch!”
How could he think so little of her or the time they shared together? Didn’t he
have a clue how much she’d loved him?
“Get over it, it’s a
moot point.” They had no future together—not then, not now, not ever.
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“Where are you going that you don’t want me to know?” She kept her head down, and he worked through the possible— Oh. Hell. “You’re getting his body, aren’t you?” The excitement at Jessica’s imminent appearance was instantly gone, replaced by a pressure in his chest. He didn’t give Molly a chance to answer, knowing he was right. “Why? Let the funeral home do it.”
“I can’t.” She looked up at him now, finally, anguished but honest. “I have to do it myself, Brady. I just…have to.”
He understood. But there wasn’t a chance in hell she was going alone. He started to follow her and got as far as the top step of the back porch before he registered his bare feet, and from there, the running shorts and ripped T-shirt he’d dragged on when he got up this morning.
“Wait for me,” he ordered.
He ignored her protest and turned her to face him, patting the pockets of her hoodie, then her jeans.
“What are you doing?” She jerked away and he grabbed her around the waist with one arm, digging for the lump that had to be her keys.
“You’re not leaving without me.”
She drew in a sharp breath and he froze, suddenly registering their position. He’d dragged her to his body. Her left breast was squashed against his chest, her left leg between his, the fingers of his right hand only inches from…well, they were buried deep in her pocket. Instead of releasing her, his arm around her back tightened, bringing her even closer and pushing out her breath. Her long black eyelashes swished upward, exposing a plea he couldn’t interpret. Did she want him to let her go…or kiss her?
He didn’t analyze the whisper, or consider what it meant. It sounded like a reasonable suggestion. He actually bent his head before a different, louder voice inside him yelled Are you effing crazy? He jerked upright and let go of her, pulling the keys free as he did and pretending for all he was worth that the keys had been his goal all along.
“I’ll be right back. Stay here on pain of death.” Then he escaped inside the house, striving to regain his breath and his freaking sanity.
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Three full length erotic stories – the Banished series is the story of three girls who step out of their world into a strange new world. A forget cloak placed over their heads, they don’t know where they come from or how to get back home.
With no memory of her past, Faye Lynn Berton clings to a father who curses her ability to shape-shift, then uses her special skill to scam local villagers. The only freedom she knows comes as she soars through the sky in falcon form. A chance meeting with another changling turns her world upside down. Beyond satisfying the powerful sexual cravings that follow transformation, he reveals a surprising dimension of sex between their kind…one to unlock the secrets of her soul.
Havyn Westmore has questions…Faye Lynn holds the answers. Determined to unravel her secrets, he must strives to gain her freedom and trust. Teaching her the finer techniques of transformation keeps her close while sex strengthens their bond. But on the trail of discovery, Havyn must confront his own past. Accused of a heinous crime, he was banned from his homeland. Now, he must choose between returning to face certain execution—or robbing Faye Lynn of her birthright and a life in Paradise.
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Known scoundrel Jack Avery must earn the queen’s forgiveness by rescuing her missing daughter from the human world. His sources reveal the Princess Noelani is being held by a powerful man who likes a good game of chance. So with twenty borrowed pieces of gold Jack enters the high-stakes game. Only the lady he encounters is no princess. This pretty Kitty makes him want to hear her purr.
Under a memory spell, Kitty recalls nothing before the governor bought her from her parents and offered her protection from those he claims would kill her kind. So what if, in order to control her, he forces Kitty to morph then deprives her of sexual release after transformation. But the crafty card player she is assigned to “entertain” reveals himself as a kindred spirit—a shape shifter—and unravels the lie she’s been forced to live.
Together Jack and Kitty risk it all, for the stakes are high and the prize is worth it…freedom, forgiveness, love.
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Once a princess of Ardenia, Danella, left her homeland to warn her childhood sweetheart only to be kidnapped and sold into slavery. Learning the dark magic from her keeper, she grew to accept her role as a witch to protect her family and track down the traitor to the crown. But when Omar Mandel, the love from her past, arrives to bring her home, she realizes she can never go home. That doesn’t mean she can’t use his assistance in her plan for revenge and, in the meantime, live out a few unfulfilled fantasies.
The queen wants her daughter to come home and Omar’s job is to see that it happens. However, Danella isn’t the same sweet girl he remembers. In her place is a sexy woman who excites his lust and claims his heart. He must teach her to trust in his love and face the sins of the past if they are to have a future together.
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The Middlethorpes are an average middle-class American couple. Now that their kids are grown and out of the house, they set out to resurrect their once robust sex life.
They call the plan Friday Night Sex. The rules are simple, no talking, no limits, and no interruptions.
One fine day, Mrs. Middlethorpe sat in her garden gazebo, reading a magazine she purchased at the grocery store. The cover teaser was an article by an unknown marriage therapist whose specialty was long-term marriages on the verge of breaking apart. The article included a self-administered questionnaire to determine if your marriage was closer to the brink than you knew.
Mrs. Middlethorpe procured a pencil and sat in the warm sunshine of the early fall day and answered the questions in as honest a fashion as she could. On completion, she was dismayed to discover her marriage was indeed stuck in a rut, and was most certainly doomed if she didn’t do something to get it on firmer ground soon. The self-proclaimed relationship expert offered several solutions to the problem. The one that resonated most with Mrs. Middlethorpe was the revival of their sex life.
When she and her husband first met in college, those many years ago, it was the inexplicable sexual attraction that first brought them together. Electricity sizzled through the air between them. When they first held hands, the current was so strong it was a bit frightening to the two virgins.
They lost their virginity to each other on the eve of graduation, just two weeks before their winter wedding. The whole thing was a bit awkward, if not a little embarrassing for them both, but it was a beginning for their life together and an end to the months of frustration and waiting.
The bride wore white, and the newlyweds applied themselves diligently to the practice of sexual intercourse. They were a bit cautious in the beginning, using only the missionary position presented to them in those long ago sex education classes in high school. Eventually, as their relationship grew more secure, they tried some things they’d read about in Mr. Middlethorpe’s collection of soft-porn magazines.
It was these publications that fueled his dreams of married bliss and, ultimately, provided the needed instruction to enhance an already robust sex life with his new wife. Mrs. Middlethorpe was open-minded about most sexual experiments.
Now, some thirty years later, Mrs. Middlethorpe could see those early days of exploration had deteriorated to rather mundane sexual escapades that occurred on an irregular basis. When they could find a few minutes to themselves in a dark bedroom, sex would be quick and thoughtless on his part. Mr. Middlethorpe’s climax was a given, but hers was more often faked, as she did not want to make him feel bad about her lack of satisfaction. The fact it took her more than twenty minutes to reach orgasm was not his fault. She was ashamed to bring the subject up, as it was clear he was having a great time, and sex by rote was enough for him. An occasional weekend out of town, leaving the kids at the grandparents, was the bright star in a rather lackluster sex life for the past twenty-five years.
This was no longer acceptable to Mrs. Middlethorpe. Spurred on by the entitlement the article claimed was hers, she devised a plan to revive their sex life before its mundane nature drove their marriage to the brink.
Mr. Middlethorpe came home that evening to a changed wife. She looked the same, wore the same serviceable clothes and the same hairstyle she had for the last many years. The table had been set for dinner for two, and a middle-class American meal of pot roast waited in the oven. It wasn’t until dinner was over and the table cleared that Mr. Middlethorpe was apprised of the change in his wife, and his life.
Mrs. Middlethorpe requested he remain at the table for dessert, which she served with coffee. After a few bites of devil’s food cake, Mrs. Middlethorpe calmly asked her husband if he still desired her. Mr. Middlethorpe choked on his coffee but regained his composure. He paused to gather his wits then told her, yes, he did desire her in a most ferocious way, every day of the week. She was exceptionally glad to hear it, saying she reciprocated the desire and they should do something about it more often.
Mrs. Middlethorpe went on to tell him about the article she had read and her conviction they needed to do something to resurrect their once-lively sex life. Mr. Middlethorpe concurred immediately, suggesting they retire to the bedroom to do just that. She told him more was needed than just another status quo night in bed. She wanted change, real change.
They called the plan Friday Night Sex. Every Friday evening would now be their sex night. This day would only change in the event of a major holiday, family emergency, or the necessity of the planned escapade. These were the guidelines they set forth:
- The evening would begin as soon as he left work and would end whenever they so desired.
- Dinner would be ordered in, pre-prepared, or they would go out, according to the theme of the evening.
- They would not answer the phone or the doorbell.
- They would take turns providing the “theme” of the evening. Fantasies were encouraged. The week between sessions would be spent in contemplation and anticipation of what was to come. Hints were encouraged, as they would build anticipation, and were necessary if prior arrangements needed to be made, such as meeting somewhere other than home.
- Nothing except pain was excluded.
- Money from the household entertainment budget could be used to purchase any props or sexual devices needed.
- The last, and most titillating, guideline was there would be no speaking between them on these occasions. They thought this would require them to enhance their non-verbal communication skills plus add a degree of intrigue to the whole affair. It was agreed moans of satisfaction could be expressed. The exceptions to this rule were ouch, no, and stop. It was thought those words were too important not to be able to speak aloud and would be heeded without question.
The following evening, they ordered several items from an online adult store. The first Friday night would be Mr. Middlethorpe’s to orchestrate, and so began a week of torturous anticipation on both their parts.
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Hi! Hope everyone is having a great weekend. While Alice Brown takes a break to catch up on things, I am going to take over for a little while and share with you an excerpt from the newly released: Sapphamire, Dragons of Dragonose 1.
Excerpt: (Sapphamire, Dragons of Dragonose 1)
“Blood hell, woman! What in the hell do you think you are doing?” He cradled his injured arm up to his chest, looking over to Blain for answers. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing your own weapon!” He yelled.
“You didn’t ask. Surely she didn’t cause that much pain, did she? She is only a female, after all.” Blain smirked at his friend.
“What the hell? Do you sleep with one eye open every night?” His friend pressed as he started lowering his arm. He had dragon blood in him, so even with the burn it would heal quickly.
“Nope, I try like hell never to make her mad.” Blain replied as he watched his mate stand feet spread apart and hands on her hips. He also spotted the elf hiding behind her. Suddenly, Sapphamire decided to join in. “Hehehe,” the dragon chortled. “Yeah, her powers are starting to wake up! She is going to be gorgeous once Naquadus fully develops.”
“Naquadus?” Blain questioned.
Sapphamire sighed deeply and shook his head, even though Blain’s mind’s eye was the only one who could see it. “Her dragon idiot. Naquadus is her dragon’s name. It is the joining of her name Natasha, and her dragon’s color of aqua. Na-quad-us.”
There were times Blain wanted to kick Sapphamire’s ass for being such a smart mouth. I’d better try and calm Natasha down before she gets us kicked out of here before we even get settled! He thought to himself.
Before he could open his mouth to try and squelch the situation, the one man he didn’t want to see right at that moment walked up. As he approached, there was little guessing exactly who he was. Tall and proud, he walked up to the growing crowd with authority. Stopping at Blain’s side, he extended his hand. “Thank you for coming on such short notice. Do we have a problem that needs to be addressed here?”
Blain turned and bowed before his king. “King Thoran, may I present my mate, Natasha Clayton.”
Blain watched as Natasha’s mouth dropped open and then she began to wring her hands together, a sure sign she was stressed out. “Kkkking Thhhoran,” she stuttered. “Itttt is ssuch an honor.”
King Thoran threw back his head and laughed heartedly. “Oh my girl, the pleasure is all mine. I love seeing this one settled down. Didn’t think it would ever happen.
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Molly murmured, “Fitz, come here.”
The curtain bunched, and Molly’s heart seized as if Brady’s fist clutched it rather than the padded polyester fabric. She circled the beds and squeezed up next to him, prying his fingers off the drapery. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “We’re safe here. You can let go.”
At first, she thought he would. His face went from stoic to tortured, crumpling like a tin can, and a sharp noise forced itself out of his throat. She leaned into him, offering herself as support, and he clutched her against his chest, burying his face in her neck.
His entire body tightened, harder, harder, and Molly held her breath, waiting for the explosion. And also because his arms were banded so tightly across her back she had no room to draw in air.
The explosion didn’t come. Instead his muscles slowly loosened, a deliberate progression as he held tightly to his control. He couldn’t go on like that, she knew. Mustn’t. He had to give in now, while they were safe, so he didn’t cave at the worst moment, later.
“Brady, love,” she murmured, raising her head and cupping his face in her hands. “It’s okay. Let go.”
Brady couldn’t form the words. Couldn’t explain to Molly that he was afraid if he released the rage and hatred and bone deep sorrow caged within him, he would never be able to regain control. If he was uncontrolled, he couldn’t protect her, or the data he was trying to get home. He stood still, his hands resting on her waist because he couldn’t seem to let her go, and she stroked his hair back from his face, murmured to him, comforted him. He wanted to accept it, to sink into her and let her absorb his pain, and he knew she’d let him. But she had her own grief, her own burdens. She didn’t need his, too.
Somehow, her body had curved closer, and suddenly, his awareness of her shifted. It wasn’t comfort he craved anymore, and his brain clicked off just as a sharp warning flashed across it. He closed his eyes, dropped his head, and for the first time in their three-decade friendship, he kissed his best friend.
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