Unicorn Craving – An Excerpt

Unicorn Craving, a quirky little erotic fantasy with fairies and magic and sexy shapeshifting unicorns.

Gillian Darby took a ride in the country to pick apples for a pie. She never expected to end up dropped in a whole other realm, apparently as the birthday gift for a unicorn prince. Gillian is an adventurous girl and takes up the offer of the sexy man with the thick white tail as his only adornment, to become his consort for the day in exchange for a basket of magical fruit. Being a chef with an eye toward fame, she was certain she was on her way and had made a very shrewd deal. Or had she? The handcuffs and the matching white tail accessory he present to her–might be another matter entirely.

Excerpt:

“Ah,” she said as she reached out with gnarled hands to clasp Gillian’s. “You have come. Excellent. Step inside, I have a gift for you.”

“B-but I don’t know you. How can you have a gift for me? How did you know I’d be here?”

The old woman chuckled softly. “I know who you are.” She turned and tapped the front of Gillian’s shirt where the gold-horned unicorn was displayed on the front. “This gift is for you, only for you.”

Hesitantly, Gillian followed her into the tent. What could it hurt? A person didn’t discover special one-of-a-kind items by being shy and reluctant. That’s one thing she’d learned over the years. A person had to take a chance or two if they wanted to break away from the pack.

The interior of the tent was dark and smelled of sandalwood incense, and her tense muscles eased as she inhaled the woodsy aroma. The old woman turned to face her, blue eyes glittering like sapphires in the gloomy interior.

“Yes, you will do nicely. He’s waited long enough.”

“Do for what? Who are you talking about?”

She waved a hand in the air above her head and Gillian heard the jangle of her bracelets. The sound was bell-like and sultry, almost rhythmically hypnotic. She blinked and shook her head. How eerie.

The old woman turned away to a display shelf, rustled around and then turned back. She held something out. “This is for you. You must take it with you on your journeys.”

Gillian looked down and her eyes rounded. “What is it?”

The old woman chuckled. “What do you think it is? It’s the unicorn’s horn. Today is his birthday and you must take it to him. Tell them Derrika sends a gift.”

“Derrika? Are you Derrika?”

The woman nodded. She then reached into a tan leather pouch hooked to her belt. She pulled out a pinch of sparkly blue powder and threw it into Gillian’s eyes.

Gillian quickly reached up to wipe it away. “What are you doing? Trying to blind me?”

“A little glamour to ease your journey. Nothing harmful…just a bit of magic.” Then Gillian felt the touch of the woman’s hand as she stroked the left side of her face. She traced a fingertip brow to jaw. “So lovely. He will not mind, I’m sure.” She tapped her cheek lightly and then lowered her hand. “That should protect you from the wrong sort.”

Gillian blinked, tearing up, and then her vision cleared. She gasped when she saw the woman clearly again. Or maybe not so clearly, for now she looked like she was at least forty years younger.

“Where—where—” she babbled incoherently.

The woman nodded and smiled. “You see? Not everything is quite what it appears.” She walked to the back of the tent and opened the flap. “It’s time for you to go. Remember to tell them Derrika sent you. Then they will know the gift is true. Maybe we’ll meet again when you least expect it.”

Slowly, Gillian walked over to the flap and peered out. “You want me to go down this alley?” It didn’t look like it was particularly inviting and there wasn’t another person in sight.

Derrika nodded. “Oh, yes. You will be quite safe. You’ll see when you reach the end.”

With amazing strength, the woman yanked her out beyond the tent and then closed the flap. Gillian hesitated, ready to turn back and circle around the tent that belonged to a crazy woman. But then something caught her eye at the end of the alley. A light that almost blinded her with its intensity. And there were apple trees with the brightest crimson apples, almost as though they had been dipped into wet glitter. They were certainly the largest she’d ever seen. She simply had to get a closer look.

The leaves on the trees were very close to a fluorescent shade of green. It felt like they were drawing her forward, one step at a time. Her spirit of adventure kicked in, and cautiously she made her way down the darkened alley toward the bright light at the end, clutching the golden horn close against her breast.

She thought she heard the soft echo of a feminine chuckle as she drew closer to the source of the bright light. And then she was at the end of the alley and poised at a world that seemed vastly different from what she had ever known. The trees were a bit farther away than she had at first thought. She didn’t see another soul around and all she heard was the whisper of the trees, the wind pulling at her to continue. And the smell of ripe, juicy apples.

How could she resist? She stepped from the dirt gravel of the alley onto the green grassy lawn. And screamed as the green lawn swallowed her up and she fell into empty space. Tumbling and somersaulting, unable to grab onto anything to stop her rapid descent, it seemed like she fell a long way.

And then she landed with a thump onto soft ground. She lay for a moment to catch her breath before trying to move. Finally, opening her eyes, she gazed around. Everything was so very green. She heard a noise coming from the other side of the bushes where she had landed. Curiosity got the better of her and, rising to her knees, she slowly separated the branches. Her mouth rounded in a shocked “oh” at what she saw.

“Oh, my.”

Unicorn Craving, preorder now on Amazon, releasing December 26th.

December 1, 2017 0

An Excerpt from An Acquired Taste

Good Monday Morning. Here’s a bit of an excerpt from “An Acquired Taste” for a little erotic jumpstart to your week. Sizzle time…

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An Acquired Taste

Cherri Barratt acquires a taste for something she didn’t expect when she enters a smoke shop to purchase a gift. Rafael and his seduction is what she’s acquired a taste for. With a little Luca Reyes thrown on the side. Or in the middle. Or wherever these attractive men want her.

An Excerpt

Cherri felt his breath whisper against the curve of her ear. His voice was low and smoky as he wrapped his spell around her. Slowly, he drew the cigar from between her lips and held it horizontally several inches from her gaze.

“The dress is a most important facet of a finally crafted cigar,” he said as she felt the skirt of her A-line dress bunched in his elegant hand.

“The d-dress?” she managed to gasp out as she felt the close air of the shop swirl against her bare thigh as the skirt shifted higher.

He rolled the cigar back and forth between two fingers. “It is the leaf, the wrapper, that defines the attractive appearance of the cigar. It should be a large leaf, like silk to the touch.” He brushed his thumb across the surface of the cigar. And she couldn’t help licking her lips, still tasting the flavor.

She felt the heat of his body surrounding her, wrapped around her perfectly, like the leaf of the cigar. And she was the filling. God, what a feeling that gave her.

“Touch it.”

She reached up to stroke her fingers along the length of the silky wrapper. “It feels…perfect.”

“Exactly. At my farm in Virginia we have developed a special seed strain for this particular leaf. There is none like it anywhere. Exquisite and unique.”

His hand now rested beneath her skirt, stroking his long fingers across her abdomen. His touch was warm and expert, and her pussy dripped her juices, dampening her panties.

“D-do you make them yourself?”

“Not personally. When I was very young I learned every aspect of growing tobacco. My parents worked on a plantation. My mother was expert at wrapping, my father worked in the fields. I swore that I would one day own such a great plantation and my parents would never be required to work again.”

His fingers played with the waistband of her panties. Every nerve was on edge, waiting for that intimate touch. That point of no return.

“A-and I assume you succeeded.”

“Sí, mi belleza, better than I could have imagined. I found my way to the United States and eventually made my fortune. My family lives a good life now, free from want.”

His hot hand skimmed beneath her panties to cup her mound, his fingers sifting through her curls.

“And you own this shop.”

“I own a chain of shops throughout the United States.”

“Oh.” That was the only word she could manage because his fingers now burrowed between her very wet labia lips, teasing at her sensitive, budding clitoris. Her lids fluttered closed as he penetrated her with an exploratory finger. “Rafael.”

He pressed the cigar between her lips. “Suck it. Make it nice and wet, Cherri.”

An Acquired Taste, now available on Amazon and other fine ebook retailers.

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November 6, 2017 0

Steamy Little Excerpt from Eye Candy and Achy Hearts

In this excerpt from Eye Candy and Achy Hearts, Jeffrey gets his first glimpse of EyeCandy2933. And a big “yum” for him.

Since Valentine’s Day to be exact—three days ago—the anticipation about meeting EyeCandy2933 was more stressful than knowing that my boss had just slimmed down his staff and informed us at a staff meeting that those of us left behind would have to pull our weight plus some. Translated, that meant stuffing forty-eight hours of work into twenty-four. This job was going to be the death of me. I hated it.

As my midnight hour drew closer, I kept thinking I should cancel. I glanced at the pile of paperwork on my desk that needed to be translated and transformed into tax advantages for our clients. I knew I wasn’t going to cancel. I definitely needed the fantasy.

John Smith and Douglas Jones. That’s the name the room was registered in. It was the type of hotel where the desk attendant didn’t ask questions. Not too sleazy, let’s just call them discreet. As long as the money wasn’t counterfeit, they could have cared less whose name was on the register.

On the night in question, my hand trembled as I slipped the key card into the door slot on the sixth floor of the Remington Hotel on West Main Street. Fuck! Red light. Try it again. Bzzzt! The story of my life. One more time. Three’s the charm, right? Green light meant go. Bells ringing. Ding-dong, ding-dong. Open Sesame. Stupid kid’s tale, as I entered my own Aladdin’s cave filled with what I hoped would be my personal jewel of exotic delight.

Opening the door to the hotel room, I couldn’t believe my luck. Brave soul was he. Far too trusting, I think. But he was young, not so jaded as I. At least he looked quite young. Maybe when I got closer I’d find the age lines that didn’t show up at a distance in a darkened room. He sat there, his back to me—his sexy, naked back, a slight curve to his deliciously long spine. Adonis or Cupid, I couldn’t decide. He was everything I’d fantasized he would be.

Resting next to him on the king-sized bed was a heart-shaped box. Looked like white satin, with a big red bow. But it wasn’t the candy box that caught my attention, it was the cute eye candy in the lacy white satin bikini undies—panties that matched the pattern of white satin on the candy box.

His online photo didn’t do him justice. No way, no how. I was salivating as I gazed at him. EyeCandy2933 certainly knew how to set up a sexy scene. I had to give him that. To the side, on the table, sat a bottle of cabernet, nicely chilling.

They were a set—he and the candy box. Small red bows decorated each side of his hips. Sitting there, on the bed like that, he held my rapt attention and my week of painful casualties slipped away. Casualties. Frustrated fantasies that never came to fruition.

Still, they hurt.

Of particular note was when Harvey Smith, the investment counselor who worked several floors above me, who’d given me some great advice, and for whom I’d had my romantic eye on for some time, announced at Willborn Pub, that he was getting married. And it wasn’t to me. I hadn’t even known he was involved with someone. I’d always thought someday maybe I’d get up the nerve to ask him out. Now it was too late. I always seemed to wait just a beat too long. But not this time I hoped.

The hotel door swung shut behind me with a solid latching sound of a small bank vault, shutting out the outside world. I forgot about Harvey.

Happy distraction. Happy Belated Valentine’s Day to me.

EyeCandy2933’s head was tipped to the side in demure fashion. Neatly trimmed thick wavy ink-black hair. Long, long black eyelashes swept downward in flirtatious shyness. A Persian harem boy, sweetly poised. At least a good fifteen years younger than me. Twenty maybe? No more than twenty-five, I’d say. At least that’s what he appeared from my less-than-astute assumptions on age. Minutia. Age, as long as he was legal, didn’t matter. And legal he was. He had golden tanned skin that spoke of long days spent in the sun. No tan marks that I could discern. He made me think of warm, Mediterranean, sapphire-blue, sparkling waters. Maybe he was Greek. Perhaps Italian. Maybe even Persian. His profile had been sketchy about his background. It didn’t really matter. He was perfect.

Then he craned his neck around to look at me and I caught my breath. Eyes of the Mediterranean, vivid and bright. Slowly he smiled, his teeth so white against his golden skin. Really nice smile.

“AchyHeart1945?” he asked, in a voice not too high, not too low. A tone that hinted at promises from between full lips that likely were fashioned to follow through on the invitation.

Though I couldn’t help blushing at the name—it was the first one that came to mind when I’d signed up for the dating site. I was frustrated with myself. Interesting that there were 1,944 other achy hearts before me. Once signed up I couldn’t take it back.

I cleared my throat.

“Yeah. I guess.”

He chuckled softly. “First time you’ve done something like this?” he gently asked.

I rubbed my sweaty palm against my trousers. “Yeah.” It was the only word that seemed to fully form inside my head.

I watched him unfold from the bed. Compact, hard in all the right places. The outline of his cock appeared stallion-proportioned beneath the flimsy lacy panties. God, but I loved those panties and what they hinted at. A swath of dark curly hair covered his well-constructed chest. More hair curled over the edges of the panties. Manly, I’d say. I liked that he wasn’t shaved. Pretty. Gorgeous. A mix of so many perfect things. Raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, white lace-wrapped packages, and dark eyes that spoke volumes.These are a few of my favorite things. Okay, maybe those aren’t quite the right lyrics. But mom’s favorite movie, The Sound of Music, kept that tune spiraling inside my head. We’d just come off a marathon of holiday viewing, so no wonder it kept replaying in my mind. But the lyrics, those I’d made my own. Too bad. I’m not a kid anymore and with age I’ve learned to adapt. So should a classic song, right?

He padded toward me. “You’re just as I imagined. Have you another name? You can call me Noelle. Online is one thing, but here, in person, it should be something more intimate, don’t you think?”

“Noelle?” That surprised me. It made me think of Christmas. It made me think of snowy nights wrapped up before the fireplace with someone special. But I didn’t have someone special. I’d had fleeting somethings. I’d had fantasies. But not much more. Nothing ever seemed to turn into forevers, only here-and-nows. Gone tomorrows. Just as this would, too. I had no doubt. Noelle was way out of my league. I’m surprised he agreed to the night of hot sex we planned. But at least this time it would be at my choosing, not someone else’s. It was me who had suggested the just-sex angle. It could be fun, I’d said.

Noelle shrugged. “If you don’t like the name, you can call me whatever you like.”

I couldn’t read him. He was perfect, but I sensed something beneath the surface. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. He glanced down—down at my cock. Hard beneath my trousers.

“N-Noelle is fine. I like it,” I said. I loved it. But I couldn’t tell him that. I did wonder if the name was real or made-up. “Y-you can call me…” I took a deep breath, “Jeffrey.” There, I’d done it. I’d given him my real name. Well, my middle name actually. It was still better than AchyHeart1945.

His lashes fluttered upward as he looked up at me. “Can I touch you, Jeffrey?” he asked in a steamy, flirtatious, sort of coyish manner. I sensed he’d done this before.

Oh, God, if my cock could get any harder—impossible. “Yes. Please.”

From his lips against mine, open-mouthed, tongue searching, to the feel of his strong, warm hands inside my pants, gripping my cock, time spun out of control.

“Mmm, hard already,” Noelle said. “I like that. Let’s get you undressed. I’m thinking you need to put that somewhere tight and warm. Do you want to fuck me, Jeffrey?”

Releasing February 7th, preorder now on Amazon

February 3, 2017 0

Valentine’s Countdown Releases – Preorder Now

Foreplay is everything. And to help that along here’s a couple of upcoming February releases to prime the passion, so to speak. Valentine’s Day Countdown. The month of love and red velvet and silk, and chocolates. All things that include a bit of sweet temptation. Two releases, now ready for preorder on Amazon. Eye Candy & Achy Hearts, a gay contemporary erotic romance is set for release on February 7th. And then on February 13th, The Forever Heart, a steampunkish fairy tale, involving a woman guilder who heals hearts, an automaton with a clockwork heart, and a king – the king of hearts.

Here’s a little more about these stories.

Eye Candy and Achy Hearts

[#MM #romance #erotic #kinkylace #chocolate #flirtyD/s]

Love has eluded Jeffrey all his life. In desperation late one night he signs up for an online dating site. What began as a way to ease Jeffrey’s aching lonely heart erupts into a real-life sexual encounter when he invites his online younger friend, EyeCandy2933 to join him in a steamy one-night hook-up, just for sex. Online fantasies can easily devolve into disappointment when confronted with real life. Will that be the case on this February night? When AchyHeart1945 finally meets EyeCandy2933, everything changes. Jeffrey may discover that love and romance at any age can be an amazing thing.

Teaser for you–

Friday night. It had been a long, exhausting week of not-so-happy surprises. I was desperate. I did this, perhaps selfishly, just for me.

I guess the devil had me by the balls when I sent off that message asking if he wanted to hook up in RL. That’s real life for those not in the know. I went full-out and revealed, in what felt like anonymous fashion, ’cause it was online and one can hide so easily behind a computer screen, my deepest, sexiest wet-dream fantasy. An online relationship can give you that kind of freedom. Makes you feel like you can just throw your fantasy out there, be someone you’re not. Be someone you want to be. I took my chances.

An email response from EyeCandy2933 told me I could have that fantasy. He wanted to give it to me. Sure, we’d been corresponding for several months now. Little flirtations, some pretty hot and sexy. Other times, late at night, we’d chat into the wee hours of the morning about anything and everything. The story of my life with relationships, I guess. I could ignore the email response he’d just sent me. I could ignore my yearnings. After all, I wasn’t the type to adventure out. I was a simple nerdy accountant who worked in a dusty little corner office with no windows. I was someone who didn’t have steamy, hot love affairs.

I thought about it for several days. There was something between us—EyeCandy2933 and me. We hadn’t just exchanged one-handed steamy explicit messages. We had actually “talked” about stuff that seemed to matter. So I took a chance, and almost gave myself a heart attack in the process.

I’ll be there.

I sent the message off, my heart pounding. What had I just done?

The Forever Heart

[#fairy tale #fantasy #erotic #romance #MMF]

Valentina Peacock of the Kingdom of Hartfall is a hearthealer guilder; her lover, Flavio, is an automated man with a ruby heart. Valentina’s past is lost to her and her craft of mending broken hearts and her lover at her side are all she needs or wants. Suddenly her calm, well-ordered world is shattered when Flavio brings her a summons from the heart-king–it is a royal command to attend his court. Will a journey to court bring back her memories of a forgotten love? Or will it shatter her finally and forever?

A short excerpt–

Flavio was an automaton man, infused with magic—her best friend, her lover. She couldn’t remember how or when they had first met, but it seemed as though he’d been a part of her life forever. He never asked for more than she could give and always knew when she needed him.

A slight skip and a shudder in the movement of his heart had required her immediate attention. A hearthealer guilder, a precise and intimate craft to be sure—she would allow no one else to administer to the heart of the man whom she could not bear the thought of losing.

Even though she couldn’t remember the exact circumstances under which her own human heart had been broken, she remembered the undeniable devastation of loss. It was a feeling she did not wish to experience again.

The repair turned out to be minor, but necessary—a warped pinion replaced, the delicate toothed wheel realigned, the casing and other workings cleaned and glossed. Having replaced the cover, polished the ruby veneer to a flawless finish, she then carefully lifted the remarkable heart from the table and turned to the inanimate man positioned on the other side of the room.

She drew closer, looking at him, admiring the fine breadth and dimension. How she could have come to care so deeply for an automaton often surprised her, but care she did. He was beautiful with his long dark, silky hair, strong features and sensual lips. Her gaze lowered to the flaccid cock that rested quietly against his body. The magic that fueled his human qualities now rested dormant while she worked on his heart. But when he was animated, by the stars what a wondrous creature he was.

Valentina placed the precious mechanism into the opened cavity of his chest, securing it meticulously into the casing filled with delicate wiring, tiny springs, and shiny slotted wheels. Once satisfied, she closed the panel to his chest, fastened it securely, then pulled the brass key from the pocket of her white apron. She fitted it to his navel, and twisted it.

It took a delicate, steady hand—one attuned to the mechanism to wind properly without shifting and causing irreparable injury to the workings. The mechanism should not be wound too tightly, nor allowed to remain too loose. The key fitted properly, she then fused her open palm flush to the pliable stretched muscle in the vicinity of his fine, solid chest. She willed a measure of her special hearthealer magical energy into his casing as she carefully turned the key, feeling the tension tighten in the mechanism surrounding the keyhole. Beneath her touch his skin warmed, the heat radiating through him as he slowly revived like waking from a long sleep.

Ear to his chest, she listened, her finely attuned hearing vigilant to the least nuance of change in the rhythm. Almost immediately the steady hum and whiz of perfectly weighted clockwork met her hearing. A smile of relief curled her lips when she felt a large hand cup the back of her head, pressing her close.

“As always,” a deep, rumbling voice said, “your work is unparalleled, my beautiful hearthealer.”

Happy February, everyone!

February 1, 2017 0

Hot Male, now available – Futuristic unlimited

Do you know who you talk to online? I mean really. And how willing would you be to take a chance that maybe, just maybe, there’s a right person for you? And what if this person that may be for you is actually not from this planet? Would you put it down to just crazy? Would you trust your instincts? So many what-ifs in life. The choices of many paths to take. The Internet is a Wild West out there, would it be crazy to take a chance–even if there was the possibility of the love of your life, your perfect soulmate, just waiting to be discovered.

Here’s to fantasy, here’s to possibilities, here’s to love. Stories that bring fantasy and possibilities home.

What are you reading this Christmas?

Leo Southworth was named after a brilliant constellation in the sky. Maybe that’s why his entire life he’d been fascinated by things beyond his reach. And why his teachers had always told him to get his head out of the clouds.

Maybe he liked rope bondage because it kept him tied to the earth. And maybe he’d enjoyed the suspension because sometimes, when he was blindfolded, gagged, and his ears plugged—all sounds beyond his inner core stifled—it felt like he was floating free in space. Right up there with the stars.

Until the night he fell to earth and his hip was shattered. All his dreams sort of flew out the window that night and he was still trying to find a way to get them back. Leo gazed up at the night sky. It was a clear night and the stars shone brightly.

Blip.

He turned to look at the laptop screen.

Can you talk?

Leo limped over to the desk and eased down in the chair. He rested his cane against the desk, within reach.

I’m here, he typed in and hit return.

Up popped Sirras’s avatar. God, Leo loved that image. But this was more than a simple avatar…hot burnt orange, flames licking at the edges, a blend of flame and male body, indistinct face, broad shoulders, each muscle defined by brilliant fire. The image undulated on the screen. Moving pictures. The head was in profile, a flirt of appeal, eyes hooded. And then the eyes opened to look directly at Leo.

“Want to play?” the deep voice asked.

Hot Male by Adrianna Dane, now available on Amazon.com.

(#kindleunlimited #scifi #gay #erotic romance #MMM)

Leo is into a very hot male on the new .man network. Sirras is breaking every law known to Avvarian travvellers in hooking up with Leo online. And then mage-lord, Raddlack re-appears in Sirras’s life to further complicate things. Sirras and Leo, two lonely men, aren’t looking for love when they connect online. Yet what happens when three hot males come together physically will blow all their worlds apart and fuse something brighter, hotter, and more lasting than any of them could have imagined—a relationship that changes everything. Interplanetary relations are taken to new dimensions with these sexy men. hotmale_promo

Now available on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MZ1LWON

Read an excerpt at: http://www.adriannadane.com/hotmale.html

December 20, 2016 0

Eluria’s Enforcer #Free this weekend

This weekend I released the third, and final story in “the Argadian Heart” trilogy, “Ravager’s Redemption.” Thus, through Monday, October 10th, I’m giving away the first in the series, “Eluria’s Enforcer” for #free on Amazon.

An excerpt from Eluria’s Enforcer

She’d hesitated long enough. It was time to engage the restraints. Again, she leaned back on her heels. With his eyes closed, his face was in repose, softened, reminding her of the youth she’d once known. They were strong features, but not hard, a square jaw, and high, defined cheekbones.

Unable to resist, she reached up, and touched his hair. It was thick and silky beneath her fingertips. The texture much as she remembered. But the color had changed. It was now pure white, a consequence of the Nanus process. Thus, it was a trademark of every Enforcer. When she’d known him, hishad had been black as a night sky without moon.

His body was firm, muscled, sculpted. She was unable to resist and ran her hand along his shoulder, down the contours of his smooth, hard chest. Life, warm and pulsing, thrummed beneath her fingertips. So beautiful. She closed her eyes in painful remembrance as the Before washed over her.

“Come watch this old Earth film I bought on the black market today,” Devon urged her, a grin on his lips. There was an eager light in his beautiful turquoise eyes. He reached for her hand and pulled her into the viewing room, urging her down onto the long comfortable lounging chair. She curled up beneath his arm as they watched the science fiction movie from long ago.

He looked down and grinned. “I’m glad you came over, Eluria. I’ve missed you. You’ll be at the Celebration tomorrow, won’t you?”

“Yes, I’ll be there. You know I wouldn’t miss it,” she responded, tucking her head against his shoulder, inhaling his warm, musky scent. She loved spending time with him. Wanted the moment to go on forever.

How could she have known that within the space of a sun’s rising he would be torn from her life? The spirits of Before haunted her often. When he’d been taken away, her heart had broken knowing she’d never see him again. Even if she did, he wouldn’t remember her. But when she’d found out the truth, her whole life had shattered. That’s when it had become imperative to find the antidote and set him free.

The antidote! She raced out to the velocitor and retrieved the small box containing the vials, handling it reverently. She carried it back inside.

Devon was the reason she was here now. She looked at him and then down at the small box. She had a decision to make. Was this why Guardian had brought them together on this planet? Did she dare attempt to use it on him now? Did she really have any other choice?

No. It would either work or it wouldn’t. It was apparent someone wanted them both dead. If he killed her and went back, they would probably find a way to kill him anyway. If she left him the way he was, he would try to destroy her, complete his mission. And he would succeed because she couldn’t kill him. Either way they were both dead.

She wanted Devon whole again. She needed to give him back his life. Guilty knowledge from Before washed over her. And if it did work, there was a chance it would work on others and the rebellion could be successful.

Placing the box on the lid of a trunk, she opened it, removed a syringe and one of the clear vials marked Nanus-X. She remembered the instructions. First, she must inject him with Nanus-X. If all went well, twenty-four hours later, she must inject him with the neutralizer, Nanus-Z.

After filling the syringe, she walked back to him. Eluria’s hands shook at the enormity of what she was about to do. She chanted to the protection goddess.

“Symion, if ever I needed your guiding hand, I need it now. Don’t let me make a mistake. Please let it work.” Slowly, she lowered her hand with the filled syringe to Devon’s hip.

This weekend download it #free on Amazon.

Devon Andromeda, a nanus-altered Argadian Enforcer of the First Level, is assigned the mission to hunt down and eliminate Eluria Zydon, a rebel leader, who also happens to be the daughter of an Elite Tribunal Commander. Enforcers are altered and trained assassins who retain no memories, or humanoid emotions which would hamper their purpose. Aggression is the only emotion unblocked in an Enforcer; the Tribunal directs their existence.

Eluria Zydon’s life is filled with more than enough memories and emotions for both Devon and herself. She lives with the guilt of past injustice and her life has been dedicated to finding the cure to set Devon Andromeda and those like him free. It is a payment she hopes will also free her soul once and for all from her tormenting past.

Confrontation on the lifeless planet, Serdion, will change them both forever. An explosion delivers Devon into Eluria’s hands. An experimental drug opens the floodgates to Devon’s emotions…and his memory. The first emotion he faces, and must learn to control is desire. Eluria has been trained as a twilight companion and has the knowledge to help him harness his passions. Will he accept her help? Or is his only intent to complete his mission…her death…

October 9, 2016 0

A Contrast of Natures

I wrote a flash fiction prequel to this story titled “Wild Thing.” It can be found on my website at www.adriannadane.com, on the excerpt page for Captivity. One thing led to another. And eventually, “Captivity,” was born.

An excerpt from Captivity.

captivity_promoimage — Orion Birdwalker before his capture

Freedom. How did one describe it exactly? For Orion Birdwalker it had become an untouchable ache buried inside him, something he had once taken for granted and yearned for still. It was there, in a part of his soul—a wild thing, spirit caged—like his body.

Once a savage creature of the wild, without a name, without a home. Untamed, untutored. Uncivilized.

Beautiful women had gifted him with presents so that he would breed with them. He’d had no desire for civilization or its rules. His needs had been simple. He’d nested in the thick jungle that surrounded Bendar City, slept when he wanted, ate when he was hungry, and bred when he desired. Orphaned as a babe, he’d had no name—the ones who knew of his existence called him wild thing. There was no other on the planet exactly like him.

And that had been his downfall.

Lord Adolpho Serratin, high master of the Kalamadur Oasis compound located in the middle of the deadly black desert, was now Orion’s master, with the power of life and death over his slaves, his possessions. He also held the coveted position of Planet Mediator. He was a powerful man of untold wealth, with an army to secure his province. No one escaped Kalamadur—not without death as the consequence, in one way or the other. Either they were claimed by the black desert with its hidden traps and monsters, or excruciating death at the hands of Lord Serratin if they were tracked and recovered. One was simply slower and more painful than the other.

Through the year of Orion’s enslavement Serratin had not been as cruel a master as one of his power might otherwise enjoy. Orion had not been beaten within an inch of his life, nor did he bear scars of brutality on his body from his attempts to fight the shackling of his wings, and the piercings that came later.

Orion looked down at his sleek, bronzed body decorated in a manner pleasing to his lord…the chain swaying from the nipple rings, the piercing of his cock head, now adorned by a jeweled stud that perfectly matched the brilliant color of his master’s eyes. Even the engraved silver allonium bands with the words “Property of Lord Serratin” locked around his forearms and calves had become so much a part of who he now was.

September 28, 2016 0

Logistics and World Building – Captivity

Can’t draw, not even a straight line. Nope. Love this digital age. Sometimes I like to visual parts of the world I create, on paper, and not just in my head. It helps to know if someone is moving in a southerly or northerly direction, as it does to know the environment my characters must contend with.

In Captivity, for the location of Lord Sarratin’s compound, I used a desert environment. In Chapter One – The Expectations of an Intimate Servant, we get a glimpse of not only Orion’s past life and previous environment, but also a sense of the desert enviroment that now surrounds him, and the contrast of the two environments. His world has completely changed.

Once a savage creature of the wild, without a name, without a home. Untamed, untutored. Uncivilized.

Beautiful women had gifted him with presents so that he would breed with them. He’d had no desire for civilization or its rules. His needs had been simple. He’d nested in the thick jungle that surrounded Bendar City, slept when he wanted, ate when he was hungry, and bred when he desired. Orphaned as a babe, he’d had no name—the ones who knew of his existence called him wild thing. There was no other on the planet exactly like him.

And that had been his downfall.

Lord Adolpho Serratin, high master of the Kalamadur Oasis compound located in the middle of the deadly black desert, was now Orion’s master, with the power of life and death over his slaves, his possessions. He also held the coveted position of Planet Mediator. He was a powerful man of untold wealth, with an army to secure his province. No one escaped Kalamadur—not without death as the consequence, in one way or the other. Either they were claimed by the black desert with its hidden traps and monsters, or excruciating death at the hands of Lord Serratin if they were tracked and recovered. One was simply slower and more painful than the other.

The erotic flash fiction prequel, “Wild Thing,” can be read for free on my website.

The map. To visualize the layout of the compound, since at the time I did not own a cartography or mapping program, I used my WordPerfect program to create a sense of the basics of the compound. There were the usual questions, which also helped to draw out character personality and traits. Where would Lord Serratin house his collection of creatures? What sort of garden might he have? Thus, I arrived at this description for the desert compound, taken from Chapter Five – The Aviary.

“Come with me,” Lord Serratin said. Orion followed the master out of the private suite and into a corridor. Days before, the birdman had been escorted by Kasheesh, the Menagerie Senticle, on a tour of the general layout of the compound. The house itself seemed more like an octopus, with corridors snaking out from a center court. The glass aviary, or conservatory, was a sparkling hexagon shining at the heart of the compound, but Orion had not been allowed inside the room.

Lord Serratin’s private suite of rooms was located in the northeast quadrant of the strange building. The upper northwest quadrant was a special place reserved for Lord Serratin’s living possessions with access to outside cages for undomesticated creatures. This secured quadrant was where the master kept his priceless collections—those animals and items that were rare and considered to be his special acquisitions. It was an area that was more menagerie than residence, and where a room was already prepared and reserved for Orion. Even those prized possessions who acted as servants within the master’s household inhabited rooms in the collector’s wing.

Although Orion was assigned a room, in his capacity as intimate servant to the master, he was told he would rarely use it. Instead, a pallet was available for his use in the master’s private apartments and as long as Lord Serratin was in residence that was where he would sleep.

Orion followed the master down a corridor, curious as to where he was being taken, when his master stopped at the door of the conservatory. When Lord Serratin drew a gold key from his pocket and opened the wrought iron doors, Orion’s eyes widened with surprise as he caught his first glimpse of the impressive room. It was almost as though the house had been built around a section of the oasis itself.

Thus, this rough map helped to ground me as I began to navigate the world of the Kalamadur Oasis.

This map, of course, lays out the upper floor, not what’s below the surface. Such as the room to which Kasheesh takes Orion to receive his “reminder” of place and position within the household, as evidenced in Chapter Eight – Beneath Master’s Firm Hand.

“You’re to come with me, slave,” Kasheesh said as he attached the leash to Orion’s chest chain and roughly tugged him forward.

Orion glared at him. “Where are we going?” He tried to stand his ground, but the leash pulled the rings through his tits and unwillingly he followed the senticle out into the corridor. He was surprised when Kasheesh turned and walked past the dining rooms, heading to the back corridor that led to the kitchens contained in the separate building at the southwest corner of the compound.

“You’ll see soon enough. It’s about time Master took you in hand.” Kasheesh increased his pace and Orion was required to trot to keep up with Kasheesh’s long, quick stride rather than have the rings torn from his nipples.

Kasheesh stopped at a door in the back hallway. He pulled a heavy key ring from his belt and inserted an iron key from the assortment on the ring into the lock. The door squeaked when Kasheesh opened it.

Orion felt the first fingers of misgiving trace along his spine. He’d heard gossip from others that there was a dungeon located below ground. Could that be where Kasheesh was taking him?

“Wait,” he said, trying to halt Kasheesh’s progress toward a darkened set of descending stone steps. “Why are we going here?”

Kasheesh turned to look at him, a hard smile on his lips. “Master’s orders, spoiled boy. Time to learn your place.” He tugged on the leash and Orion had no choice but to follow him down the dangerous steps that ended in a cold, dimly lit corridor.

Torches flared along the tunnel. He heard the keys jangling at Kasheesh’s waist. A steady echo in the murky environment. They walked for about ten minutes, taking twists and turns until Orion had no idea where he was. He shivered in the clinging moist cold air. The musty smell filled his senses.

Kasheesh stopped at a thick iron door, unlocked it, and led Orion inside. Orion’s eyes widened when he saw the interior. Why had Lord Serratin wanted him brought here?

There was a table with implements laid out on it. Whips and paddles of numerous varieties. Large iron rings were embedded into the stone facade and into the stone floor. There was a barred cage at one end of the room.

“What is this place?” A tremor passed through Orion.

More about Kasheesh and envisioning characters…later.

September 14, 2016 0

Envisioning the Aviary in Captivity

Worldbuilding offers so many opportunities for the creative imagination to play and design and create. This is one of the things I really enjoy about writing fantasy, in particular. An emphasis first on the type of world that’s being created. The appearance, the climate, what type of architecture might be involved. And some of that architecture must play into the personalities of the characters. Consider: geographic locale, interior design, exterior environmental conditions. What type of climate will be involved? In “Captivity,” I used desert and oasis conditions, and a certain remoteness to the environment. This ties into Lord Saratin’s personality and his desire for tranquillity and quiet balance to his everyday life, because of the position he holds in the larger world.

One of the other pieces to this world, involving Orion, and an interior environment that befits a personality that involves flight, a hint of jungle, and in a sense the Aviary is a special place for Lord Saratin to tighten his bond with Orion.

Here’s a small snippet of story excerpted from the the chapter, “The Aviary,” in Captivity.

“I think you’ll like this place, Orion. It’s my sanctuary and I hope it will become yours as well.”

Slowly Orion stepped inside and gazed around him. He heard the click as Lord Serratin closed the door and locked it. Orion looked down at the ornate dark blue and cream mosaic floor and then his attention wandered upward once again. It almost felt like he was back in the jungle. A rush of remembered freedom wafted over him.

The aviary was truly a thing of beauty. It was filled with lush vegetation and looked to be more jungle than a room contained inside a dwelling. Exotic birds from the master’s collection, vivid in shades of reds and blues and greens flew among the greenery and flowering plants. There was even a small stone fountain with trickling water spraying into the air misting the room.

The wide room was designed as a marvelous domed conservatory with an extremely tall observation tower at the very core of the compound piercing the sky. It was completely constructed of glass, meshed screen, and black iron in swirling patterns, and rose like a tall phallic symbol, an offering reaching upward to the skygods. Every other panel of the curved walls was a scene made from intricately designed, colored stained glass. Orion looked toward the domed ceiling and saw that it was made of tinted glass, providing a spectacular view of the sky, yet shielding the room from the desert heat. Orion had never been inside anything quite like it, but then the birdman was not used to being inside rooms of any kind.

He was surprised when the master removed the chain netting over his wings and he was allowed to expand them. Immediately he spread his wings, took several running steps, and slowly lifted from the ground to land on a rocky ledge.

Ah, freedom!

He then lifted from the ledge and flew toward the ceiling. It felt good to be in the air once again. He landed on a perch and peered through the glass. The yellow, searing sun glared down from above. But what he wouldn’t give to feel the wild wind beneath his wings, sifting through his hair, feeling the chill on his face.

He circled the aviary several times, observed the other birds inhabiting the tower, each one different and unique. Just like him. He wondered sometimes if the master thought of him as more bird than man. There were moments when he didn’t know himself what he was. Except now, instead of simply existing, he was owned by a man who gave him purpose. He had a place in the world. What was freedom without a purpose?

“Come down, Orion.” The master called to him and Orion drifted down from the domed tower with some regret, to land before Lord Serratin.

“It’s time to teach you something new.”

Captivity, now available at Amazon.com.

Captive to the charisma of a powerful, sensual master – and slave to his own unquenchable desire. The winged man, once known simply as sthe wild thing, was free to roam the jungles outside Bendar City. Until he was betrayed, captured, and sold to a powerful lord who covets the birdman’s unique beauty for himself. Lord Adolpho Serratin of the Kalamadur Oasis maintains an unusual collection. Orion Birdwalker soon becomes the most precious of Serratin’s possessions, in more ways than one. The wild thing is soon named, tamed, and trained to serve his new master in all ways…

September 12, 2016 0

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