Excerpt from Fertility Rite

Fertility Rite

(#futuristic #fantasy #erotic #romance #MF)

Fertilite Rite_smA beautiful winged Vrotian female and a handsome Kansas farmer from Earth…a union doomed from the start or a love to last forever?

Lura, a Vrotian winged female, is about to commence the sacred Fertility Rite, or chance complete reversion to the primitive nature of the wild and predatory huntress. Vu, the God of Fertility, has finally revealed the identity of Lura’s mate and at last the Rite may begin.

 

EXCERPT

The silhouette of the tree stood tall and sturdy against the inky night sky. “It has been here a long time.”

He stopped next to its wide trunk, pointing the flashlight upward. “It’s seen a lot here. My father was going to chop it down at one point, but something made him change his mind. I was never sure what it was. It’s been here for as long as I can remember, and it never seems to change. In a lot of the real old pictures, it’s standing in the background. As though it’s waiting for something, sort of standing guard.”

He had his back to her and she removed first the silver girdle and then the length of silk. “It’s been waiting for this moment. Nathan, look at me.”

Slowly, he turned toward her. She saw his eyes widen. “Lura—”

She walked toward him. “Make love to me. Right now, beneath this tree.”

“Why here? What in the world made you decide we had to make love right this minute?”
She took the flashlight from his hand, flicked the switch, and dropped it to the ground. Turning back to him, she reached out and pulled the tails of his blue shirt out of his worn jeans and slid her hands beneath it. Yes, firm, thick muscles met her questing fingers. A strong heart beat rapidly beneath her touch. “Tonight there will be an eclipse of your moon. This moment has been foretold by the Priestess.”

Her quick fingers unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders, then she lowered her mouth to his chest, felt the heat emanating from him. With her tongue she circled the hardened nipples of his flat chest. She sucked a nipple into her mouth as she brought her hands down to the waistband of his pants.

“Love me,” she whispered against his skin as her hands unfastened his pants, slid the zipper down, then pushed them over his lean hips.

“Damn, Lura, you make it hard for a man to resist,” he rasped out. His hands rose to cup her breasts. A shaft of pleasure raced through her at his warm, sure touch.

“Yes, Nathan, touch me. Make me yours.” She slid the pants down his legs, and his cock sprang free, hard and thick, ready for her. “They taught me how to please you at the Temple.” She touched his cock with her hand, slid her fingers along its smooth length, swirled her fingers over the tip, and felt his anticipation seep out, covering her fingers.
Kneeling in front of him, she removed the last of his clothing, then took his thick shaft into her hands and looked up at him. “I have never been with a man. I am ready to take you into my body, but no man’s cock has ever entered me before this moment. I want you to know that you will be the first. And the only.”

She lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth, easing her tongue over the head, sucking him inside. Wrapping one hand around the firm base, she ran her other hand up and over his stomach and felt his abdomen muscles tighten. She slid her mouth up and down his length, drawing him deeper each time, easing the muscles of her throat to take as much of him as she could.

Her womb contracted with the need to be filled by him and she felt her own liquid pleasure release and coat her thighs. She had anticipated this moment, prepared for him, and wanted him more than she could have ever imagined.

He groaned and his hands cupped her face. “Enough, honey, come here and let me love you. I’m going to come right now if you don’t stop what you’re doing.” He thrust his hips as an exclamation to his words.

Lura lifted her head. “I want to taste you. I am not afraid to know you in this way. Give me your seed.” And she drew him once again into her mouth, tasted the salty passion of his pre-cum, and sucked harder, swirling her tongue beneath the ridge of the head, teasing at the slit in the tip.

She felt him tighten, felt the tension in his body coil like a spring, tighter and tighter. He yelled, his fingers twisted in her hair, and he orgasmed in long, pulsing bursts as she swallowed. It was her first real taste of a man’s passion and she was not displeased by its flavor. She savored this part of him, and licked him clean, felt him soften, felt the tension ease from his body.

But she did not stop, and instead licked and coaxed him back to rigid attention, cupping and kneading his muscled buttocks. It did not take long before his cock was again hard.
“Enough,” he said, as he pulled her to her feet. “I don’t know how you’re different from Earth women. What you want.” He took her lips and pressed between them with his tongue.

She drank from him, sucking him inside, pressing her body against him. Her wings extended, arching backward, swooping forward, then back yet again.

 

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Closing Time – an excerpt

Closing Time

(#MF, #contemporary #esmerelda)

ClosingTime_cover_smRisking public censure and the possible loss of her job as head librarian, Evelyn travels to Boston on weekends to add some excitement to her small-town life in Esmerelda. There, she meets Reuben, a rock musician, and discovers much more than she ever bargained for. And when it came to taking risks, she’s about to redefine the term “hot sex.”

From that first sizzling encounter behind the stage at the bistro, to the steamy confrontation in the back room of the Esmerelda library at closing time, Evie found she wanted a whole lot more than public respect from the small town where she grew up.

She wants to find love!

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Since that first night when she’d watched him perform on stage she’d been enthralled by him. There was an aura about him. And his eyes seemed to see right into her soul. She had been shocked when he came to her table after the first set. And even more shocked with herself when she had gone backstage with him and allowed him to make love to her right there behind the backdrop where anyone might have seen them.

She still couldn’t believe she’d done it. She had thought when it was over, that would be it. But it hadn’t been. He obviously hadn’t considered it a one-night stand and expected to see her again. She’d managed to remain at a distance, keeping their relationship strictly to weekend encounters. On some occasions she would stay over until Monday and drive back to Esmerelda very early in order to open the library right on time Monday morning.

If she were to admit it, the lifestyle was taking a toll on her. And she knew the time would come when it would all come crashing down around her feet. And where would that leave her? She felt so torn between her status here in Esmerelda, and the wanton woman who spent her time with Reuben. She refused to utter the word l-o-v-e in regard to her relationship with him. He was way out of her league. Just listening to him talk about his fast-paced life made her dizzy.

She assured herself that when he left on tour it would be over and done with. And she would stop her weekend trips to Boston. She should have done so before now. But Reuben was like a drug to her and she couldn’t stay away. She drank of him gluttonously when they were together, engorging herself on him in hopes she would finally have enough.

It was never enough, and she had a feeling it never would be. And that’s what scared her the most. When he left for good, she knew she was going to feel the loneliness more profoundly than she ever had before, because she now knew what it felt like to be with someone—to feel connected, even if it were only briefly.

His lips were like fire that heated her entire body, making her melt beneath his knowledgeable hands. His body touching her, possessing her was like a match striking flint and they would both go up in flames. There was nothing like the heart of his fire when it encompassed her. His fingers expertly played her just like he did with his guitar, pulling all the erotic music from inside her soul.

She became a wanton woman in his arms, a harem dancer, a Venetian courtesan, with her position as head librarian far removed from the woman in Reuben’s arms…in his bed. She wanted it to be real, to be lasting, but she knew it could only ever be fantasy. He was her fantasy lover, the one who drew her across the tightrope of passion into his world for a short, deliriously blissful time.

Yes, she remembered their first connection, their first passion. It had driven her all these weeks to return again and again and again, tempting the flames of discovery. It was her fourth trip to the bistro, but when she had walked in that night, she knew something was different. She hadn’t realized what it was until she made eye contact with the guitarist on the stage.

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Other books in the Esmerelda’s Lovers series:

Esmerelda’s Secret

Smooth Finish

Ruthless Acts

Excerpt – Sidra’s Song

Now available at Amazon.com, Sidra’s Song. This is another story from the world of Argadia. If you’re not familiar with Argadia, you might also want to check out the trilogy, Argadian Heart, the first set of books set in this world.

Currently, this story is also a #kindleunlimited selection.

Sidra’s Song

sidrassongcoverOn Argadia, rebellion has turned into bloody civil war. Sidra Venus is the Songbird of Argadia…and an assassin. Her patron is a powerful member of the Tribunal—Commander Clorial Zydon. Two of her brothers serve as Elite Enforcers. Sidra is engaged to First Captain Lance Osei, the head of Commander Zydon’s private guard. What no one knows, however, not even her intended, is that she has secretly aligned herself with the rebel faction on Argadia.

The renowned Songbird is the only one who can get close enough to Zydon to complete the mission. And even if it means her death, she’s determined to do it. Sidra lives a life teeming with secrets, lies, and blackmail. She’s in love with Lance Osei, but she can’t afford to let it color her decision to do what she can to save the people of Argadia…as well as the people she loves and must protect. She dares trust no one with her secret—especially the man she loves.

Captain Lancelot Osei believes in honor, loyalty…and love. His life is turned upside down when he discovers the world he thought he lived in, and the people he trusted, have all lied to him. Lance will make hard choices that lead to consequences not only for Sidra’s acts, but his own, when he saves her from certain death at the hands of his own men. Guilt-ridden and torn, Lance questions everything he thought he believed in, including his love for the female he would give his life to save…

EXCERPT

Sidra stood with her back to him, speaking with an attaché to Commander Zydon, whom he recognized. There was a flush of hot color burning her cheeks and the attaché looked angry. The man about-faced and strode away. Lance walked up behind her and clasped her arm, whirling her around. His khout rode hard against the press of his cream-colored dress trousers, and he longed to have her back in her apartments and gloriously naked on her silken sheets.

He pushed her against the wall and claimed her lips before she could utter a sound. She tasted of spice and heat, sprinkled with sweet honey. At first she struggled and then he felt her soften, her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer. He sank his tongue deep into her mouth savoring her taste, and then he lifted his head to look down at her flushed face, her eyes now heavy with passion.

He smiled. “I came back to wish you luck.”

A hint of a smile curled the corners of her mouth and he dropped forward to possess her lips once again. There would never be enough time with her. He felt the teasing pressure of her small hand against the cloth of his formal dress pants and groaned at the touch.

He broke the kiss and leaned his head against the wall. “I can never get enough of you, Sidra.” Her hand brushed lightly over the cloth, and Lance shuddered. He dropped closer, his body pinioning her lush frame against the wall, her hand caught between them, pushed against his arousal, driving him crazy.

“I can’t wait till these formalities are over and I have you naked and in bed once again,” he said. Her fingers moved, just a quiver of understanding.

“And what will you do when you get me there, captain?” Her voice flirted over his senses.

“I think I will pleasure you slowly. I will put my…cock…inside you and fill you with my presence.”

Her whole body shuddered. “I-I think you’re learning the Earth language very quickly.”

“Does that please you?” Lance ground his pelvis against her and she curled her fingers around the needy thickness bulging prominently.

“I think, my…cunt…would be very honored to feel the presence of such a worthy….member filling her completely.”

“Mylonna, na nivia, if we don’t stop this now, I think we’re both going to be in trouble.” Quickly, he stepped away from her. He inhaled and then slowing released the breath.

There was something sad in Sidra’s eyes tonight and he wondered why.

“Is there something wrong?” he couldn’t help asking. Whatever it was, he would slay her dragons for her, no matter what it took. If anyone had hurt her—

She reached up to cup his cheek. “I love you, Lance. Don’t ever forget that. Whatever I have done, whatever I do, is because of that love. Please remember.”

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For more from the world of Argadia,  check out Eluria’s Enforcer, Kierra’s Thread, and Ravager’s Redemption.

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