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Release Blitz ~ Rescued by the Woodsman

Rescued by the Woodsman

by Aria Adams

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Eskara has been enslaved to the evil warlock Garamond for the last three years, and tonight, on her eighteenth birthday, she is doomed to become a sacrifice for one of Garamond’s spells. She doesn’t want to die, but she is resigned to her fate.

Until Emmett steals her away, that is. The hot, gruff woodcutter doesn’t know why he’s drawn to the young witch, but when he sees an evil old man trying to kill her, he has to intervene. Emmett inadvertently claims Eskara, and he has to consummate before the sun goes down or they both die. But when Garamond uses his great power to steal Eskara away again, how can Emmett ensure she is safe, permanently?

Note: The bad guy is a total bastard. This 12,000-word short story contains much unpleasantness. If you prefer lighter stories, this one’s probably not for you

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“First, you need to be cleansed on the inside,” he said. He led her to the magic workroom, where he crafted spells. Heart sinking, Eskara saw a stand with a square bag attached to it. A pipe ran down from it. She hated enemas.

“Why did I put ginger in the enema, girl?” He fired questions like this at her all the time. An incorrect answer would be followed by punishment. Her ass clenched at the fact there was ginger in the enema. She hated ginger. It burned worse than anything else. But she knew she had to answer his question. She had expected the enema to mean they were summoning the Water Elemental, since all four elements had to be called for the ritual to work, but clearly Garamond had other ideas.

“Because we need to invoke the Fire Elemental for the great bonfire tonight, Master,” she replied dutifully. Her stomach was filled with angry bees.

“Correct. Get into position,” he ordered. She knew, by now, how to kneel for an enema. She got down on her hands and knees, then pressed her head to the floor and thrust her bottom up so the liquid would flow into her more easily. Her clit twitched as it always did when she had to take a submissive position. She hated that her body responded to this.

Something cold and fibrous pressed against the opening to her bottom. She gasped at the first bite.

“I carved the nozzle for your enema from a fresh root of ginger,” Garamond remarked. Of course. That pesky fire elemental caused Garamond to do some of the worst things. He must have drilled through the center of the root to ensure the enema would flow through it. Evil burning fire filled Eskara’s bottom as she felt him pushing at the root, until it found its place as she began to shake and cry.

Then, the warm liquid began to flow. At first, she was relieved because it distracted her from the burning in her ring of muscle. However, after several seconds, she realized the ginger inside the enema was doing something much worse to her body.

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Lightning Strike ~ part 4

LightningStrike_fullres“Really? What stories were they?” Levi wrapped his arms around her and rolled carefully to his back, making sure he was still buried deep inside Daphnaie’s warmth. She snuggled into him, tightening on his cock as she laid her head down. He tightened his arms around her, moving one hand to slowly trace the crease of her luscious ass. He had never been so satiated, yet he could feel his desire continue to rise. Her easy acceptance of what he did to her sending tendrils of warmth to his heart.

“He claimed that he would sneak up here and watch the tree spirits dance. He told me that the laurel tree spirits were protected by Gaia, mother earth. That is what you are right?” He felt her head nod as she lay against his chest. “He said that the tree spirits were so beautiful that they were plagued by unwanted sexual advances, so she put you in trees to protect you.” She leaned up, elbows on his chest and laughed, a beautiful sound like bells chiming in the wind.

“No. We were put there as punishment. We were too beautiful and the men would tell all about us. There were too many coming to search us out and to protect the serenity of the woods Gaia locked us in our trees. We could only come out on certain cycles of the moon. The only other time we could come out was if our tree was damaged.”

“Like your tree was damaged.” She nodded. “What will you do now?”

“I will help it heal. Now that it was damaged and needs to be renewed I am no longer trapped.” She wiggled on him. “If I can’t heal my tree, I will have to find a new one to nurture. But I’ll never be trapped inside again.” Her wiggling was having its effect. He grew harder, stretching inside her snug depth.

“How can you heal it?”

“I’m its spirit. One of the problems Gaia had was that the laurel trees were taking over the glen. We would multiply with the men as they spread their seed. Each encounter would strengthen us until, like humans procreating, we multiplied. By confining us, she was able to control us, so we didn’t force out the rest of the trees and their nymphs. But the rest of the nymphs, especially the males from the oaks and pines protested. That is the only reason that she let us out during certain moon cycles.”

Levi pumped his hips up into Daphnaie and back down again. She placed her feet so she was squatting on him and started to ride him. His hands on her hips controlled her, not allowing her to speed up.

“Let me see if I understand. You grow stronger with sex?” She nodded her head, biting her lip, as she tried to get him to let her increase the speed. He shifted his hands, letting her control the speed and grabbed her breasts, pulling her down so he could suckle her. With a breast in his mouth, he moved one hand to her back to hold her down and caressed her clit with the other.

Daphnaie groaned, speeding her movement on his dick, trying to rub against his teasing finger. “Please!”

Levi smacked her ass, holding her and rubbing her clit. He was sure the feel of him in her, the pull as he continued to suckle, and the friction on her clit, would send her over. He pumped up, the friction of his erection through her soft tissues causing her to strangle him as she rode him. His shout followed hers, her muscles pulling his cum from him as he emptied with each tight pulse of her warmth around him.

Her legs gave way, and she tipped forward, lying spread eagle across him. Her legs spread over his hips and what little of her legs could touch were lying limply on the ground. She groaned. Her walls were clenching and unclenching around his dick as he pressed her onto him, rubbing her against him so her tender clit jolted with each rub against the hair around his penis. She convulsed again, tightening on him in another orgasm. He could feel her walls grabbing him as he pulsed inside her. She sighed and laid her head on his chest.

Levi could smell the scent of him and her mixed together in the air. He wanted a taste. He pulled her up and off of him, his large hands easily manhandling her up. He lifted her and spun her so her pussy was above his mouth. He laid her down on his chest with her facing his groin. He grabbed her ass, holding her still above him as he pressed his face into her cunt.

Daphnaie shot up and fell back across his chest as he ferociously dove into her pussy.

Levi placed his mouth over her, stabbing her with his tongue as he abraded her clit with his teeth. Licking her as deeply as he could, he could taste their essence together and was rewarded with a fresh rush of her juice coating his tongue. He shifted, shoving a finger into her vagina as he covered the rest of her cunt and clit with his mouth and suckled. Her clit, hard and slick, begged for attention. He played with it, alternating between sucking and licking. Her mewling spurred him on. He surrounded her clit with his fingers of his free hand, exposing as much as he could and suckled just her pulsing, sensitive nub. He could feel her cum again by the tightening around his fingers in her cunt. As she came, Levi bit her clit, tugging at it with his teeth.

Her scream and the gush of fluids on his hand had him suddenly moving. He pulled his fingers out of her and pushed her down his abdomen, her ass firm and silky as he slid her where he wanted her, positioning her so that her slit was over his erection. Her hands grabbed his legs as he arched ramming his cock into her tight cunt and then fucking her until she screamed and came again. The feel of her spasms and the sight of her rosette clenching between her cheeks had him pumping harder into her spasming body, until he came with a yell, his cum filling her and the overflow leaking out.

Limply, she lay with her face on the ground between his legs and ass in the air. He could see his cock still lodged in her tight pussy, the entrance to her body where they joined stretched and glistening with their combined juice. He placed his hands on her heart shaped ass and pushed her down enjoying the sight of her pussy swallowing his dick. She groaned as he lifted her and pushed her down again. She had no energy to either assist or stop him.

Levi enjoyed the sight of his huge, red dick being swallowed by the deep dark pink of her pussy; her plump, glistening lips on either side were soft and excited him even more, as he pumped in and out. Levi clenched his ass, forcing his dick up and higher. Daphnaie just laid there, her head on the grass between his legs, making little mewling sounds and jerking but letting him move her up and down. He grabbed her hips and started fucking himself with her.

The sight of his cock glistening with her juices as her pussy took every hard inch of him and her willingness to let him handle her body for his enjoyment sent him spiraling. Excited by his control of her, he could feel the thick jets of cum burst out of him, spraying deep into her body. As he finished, he lifted her off of his dick and grabbing her thighs, pulled her on top his body so she was lying on him instead of the rough grass. They both lay there, her cheek against his limp member, her legs splayed on either side of his chest. Her pussy open to his perusal as she sprawled atop him, his cum slowly flowing from her into a puddle on his chest. He breathed deep, the scent of her wafting through the air.

Exhausted, sticky and content they drifted into sleep.

 

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Review- Friendly Temptation- Elaine Radley

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Ever since Katherine Ainsley’s divorce, a hazy line has emerged in her relationship with best friend Dominic Corvalis—one teetering between companionship and lust. When he proposes a dare, she rises to the challenge, even after she finds herself in a place she’s never imagined. Besides, Dom is there to support and tease, and the sexual tension percolating beneath their naughty errand is simply too tempting to resist. Perhaps they are meant to be more than just friends. She’ll never know until she pushes him across that line…and into the bedroom.

Pamela’s Review

Friendly Temptation   When two people are friends is it worth letting your true emotions come out. Dominic and Katherine are friends they enjoy each other’s company. He wants her to explore a different side of herself and what better way than a tattoo.  They both become aware of the chemistry that is afloat in the small shop.  The Author let’s you enjoy a true sweet sexy relationship as it unfolds.  Can your best friend be more? Read this  short read and enjoy what becomes of a friendship with true emotions

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Fierce ~ Sabrina York

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(4 flames)
Contemporary, Short Story, Erotic Romance

Celebrating her divorce with a girls’ weekend in Vegas, the last thing Katie wants is a one-night stand. Her best friend disagrees and submits the divorcee’s profile to Madame Eve. When the mysterious owner finds her the ‘perfect’ match, Katie knows it won’t matter…she certainly doesn’t need more proof she’s frigid.

Scarred…

Intrigued by Katie’s faithfulness to her inconsiderate, former husband, cynical Sebastian relishes the challenge of overcoming the damage they’ve both suffered at the hands of their respective ex-spouses. Drawn to the fiery spirit in his 1Night Stand match, Sebastian will have to prove he’s the lover who can help her embrace her passion.

Matched…

Paired for a night of temptation and release, will these two damaged souls find ice turning to fire?

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~Excerpt~

“Do you-do you find men attractive?”

She shrugged.

“Do you find me attractive?”

Her focus snapped back to him. Sebastian. With his deep emerald eyes. The little prickles of an insistent day beard sprouting on his chin. The delicious curve of his jaw.

“Yes.” Yes. She found him attractive. More so than any man she’d ever met.

It scared her to death.

“I find you attractive, too, Katie. Very attractive. But I don’t want to ask you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

Oh. There it was.

He was ending it.

A lump settled in her belly.

It was for the best. Really it was—

“So let’s take this slow, shall we?”

She gaped at him. “S-slow?”

He smiled and it warmed her heart.

Oh wait. It was his palm, skating across her shoulder, down her arm, cupping her breast. That was what warmed her.

“Stop me if this makes you uncomfortable.”

Oh, it made her uncomfortable. Sent sharp tingles along every nerve. Made her body start to soften and swell. Made her womb quiver.

But she wasn’t stopping him. No way.

Author Bio:
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, writes naked erotic fiction for fans who like it hot, hard and balls-to-the-wall, and erotic romance and fantasy for readers who prefer a slow burn to passion. An award winning author in multiple genres, Sabrina loves writing hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers.

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Dragonstone ~ An Interview with Paula Millhouse

PaulaBeverly and Tamara: Paula, welcome to SSLY. Thanks so much for joining us today. So first why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?

My name is Paula Millhouse, and I write stories for fun. I’ve delved into romantic suspense with two novels, now available on Amazon, and two Lunchbox Romances published by Boroughs Publishing Group. I work the Left side of my brain in the medical field all day as a Family Nurse Practitioner, and I work the right side of my brain as an artist and writer by night – and any other minute I can squeeze out of my day. I guess you could say I’m burning up every last brain cell God gave me access to. The two fields really do complement each other, and the result is yet to be determined.

Tamara: What do you HAVE to have when you are writing?

In my morning writing stents, COFFEE, the darker roast the better. Real half-n-half, and occasionally some sugar to cut the bitterness. At night, well…we’ll have to discuss that when we meet in person over drinks, Beverly & Tamara. First round’s on me!

Beverly: When did you start to write?

I have a chest full of stories I was writing at the tender age of 13. My crit buddies and I idolized the Rock Band KISS – each one of us claimed our character – I can’t tell you how those sexy guys spurred our imagination – but it kinda explains my love of the paranormal genre.

Tamara: What do you think are the qualities that make up a “hero”?

Hot. Tortured. In need of a good woman to show him the way through his destined adventures. Alpha males welcome, as always. Beta males considered IF they’re willing to undergo a certain character arc at the hands of his duly assigned heroine… ::Author grins sheepishly and looks longingly at her keyboard::

Beverly: LOL! ::high fives Paula:: Can you describe your favorite character? And which of your books is he/she in? How do you come up with your characters?

Currently, my favorite character is Magnus the baby dragonlet. Only three days old, Magnus first appears in DRAGONSTONE, and he’s captured not only my heart, but the hearts of countless readers. He has a big future in the Kingdom of Chalvaren Romances, and I hope he lives up to all the expectations.
I like to take a typical archetype, say a man-eating dragon, and take authorial privilege and twist-up what a reader would expect of the archetype. It sets a mind to thinking when they read something like that. I believe that readers like to be surprised, and I’m willing to deliver on that.

Tamara: What are the hardest scenes for you to write? Suspense? Sex? Dialogue? And why?

Well, the easiest scenes for me to write are dialogue, and suspense. Sex scenes come naturally to me when the characters are in-the-moment, but they present an awful challenge when mainstream fiction shies away from them like they do. All I can do is listen to my muse and write from the heart. I write in the romance genre, so if a reader doesn’t like to read that type of book, if they’re not my audience, then they should beware and stay out of my books.

Tamara: I so agree with you!
Beverly: ::nodding head vigorously:: What writer, if any, influenced how you write?

Hmmm…there’s so many out there. Amber Belldene, one of my writing pals emboldened me to follow my heart and write scenes that work. So did Madeleine Drake. I love the romance of Deborah Harness’s Discovery of Witches Trilogy, the pacing of Steven James and Harlan Coben’s thrillers, and the romance of the Dragons of Naomi Novik’s Temeraire series.

Tamara: Who would you choose as your “book boyfriend/girlfriend”? From what book? Author?

Definitely the Vampire Matthew Clairmont of Deborah Harkness’s Discovery of Witches fame. Then there’s Andre Mara from Blood Vine by Amber Belldene…Hey – maybe I should branch off into vampire stories?

Beverly: Vat…oops…::removes fangs:: What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done? Or would like to? What? We are all about the love!

Oh, well you’ll have to read my stories to understand my characters to answer that question.

Tamara: What are your favorite types of heroines? Do you like the damsel in distress who needs saving or the kick-ass variety? Why?

Umm…I like the Kick-Ass Heroine, who paints herself into a corner and suddenly realizes she’s a damsel in distress, and wants her Hero to liberate her. I mean, when the Hero swoops in and saves her ass despite all her plotting and refusing him, and she gives in because she knows she need him, and all his skills, yeah – that’s the heroine who works for me. No shrinking violets allowed.

Beverly: What is your “guilty pleasure”?

Dark Chocolate, Killer Red Wine, and a hot romance with a kick-ass heroine and the bad boy who tames her.

Beverly: Oh combine them! Have you ever had chocolate wine? NO???

Tamara: What dream or goals have you yet to realize?

A back list of stories Readers would kill for.

Beverly: What was your most embarrassing moment? It can’t be worse than mine….

(Mentioned in a former interview!) – the Ultimate Faux Pas for a writer – I misspelled my EDITOR’S name when I submitted my MS to him for the first time. Thank Goodness, he’s a nice guy and totally overlooked that in favor of discovering an awesome story he went on to edit, and publish. Such a totally nice guy, a real human, and a pleasure to work with.

Beverly: ::snicker:: oh you seen that huh?

Tamara: If you were a color what would you be and why?

If I were a color I’d be Royal Indigo – the mark of royalty.

Beverly: Who has influenced how you perceive love? Why?

My DH has influenced how I perceive love. He’s a real man – a Jock who at his base level loves to love. He’s romantic, and fun, and happy, and a joy to be married to for 25 years. Always whistling, he’s a Man’s Man, one of my first readers and the guy who tells me if my prose hits the mark, or not. He wants to be buried in his football jersey…

Tamara and Beverly: Okay. We are SSLY so we have to ask. Who loves you?

My DH, my high-school buddies, and my crit group I discovered in a RWA class I took online last year.

Now for some quick fun questions:

Boxers or briefs?
Depends – how much do the briefs reveal?
Coffee or Tea?
Both – Coffee in the morning, and tea early afternoon.
Tall, dark and handsome or Blond and buff?
Blonde and Buff (yeah, that’s DH – blue eyes and all!)
Hairy chest or smooth?
Hairy – for so many reasons
Chocolate or Vanilla?
I LOVE vanilla bean ice cream – but then there’s dark chocolate to consider…
Kinky or Sweet?
Both, in equal measure
Fast or slow?
Depends…
Public or private?
A sensuous kiss in Public, and I’ll let your imagination wander about what is best in Private…
Top or bottom?
Both – Situation appropriate.

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Dragonstone Press Items – 5-12-13

Here’s the blurb:

Elf prince Kort Elias travels to an alternate dimension in search of a stolen royal dragon egg and discovers a lost elven treasure and the missing princess assigned to guard it.
In order to save their future realm, Kort and Mia must blend their auras and wield a spell of carnal magic to release the Dragonstone…and set in motion a prophecy of happiness for themselves and their dragons.

Cover Reveal at Heroes and Heartbreakers: May 7th, 2013
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By Paula Millhouse
Published by Boroughs PublishingGroup
Rating: Not yet rated.
Published: May 13, 2013
Words: 15,635 (approximate)
Language: English
ISBN: 9781938876288

Description

Elf prince Kort Elias journeys to a new world in search of a stolen royal dragon egg and discovers a lost elven princess, a prophecy, and danger; and only true love–and an erotic magic he’s never experienced–will set them free.

New Release ~ Dragonstone ~ Paula Millhouse

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Blurb:

Elf prince Kort Elias travels to medieval Earth in search of a stolen royal dragon egg and discovers a lost elven treasure and the missing princess assigned to guard it.

In order to save their future realm, Kort and Mia must blend their auras and wield a spell of carnal magic to release the Dragonstone…and set in motion a prophecy of happiness for themselves and their dragons.

Excerpt:

“Great. First royal dragon egg stolen from Chalvaren in ten thousand years and the damn thing’s already hatched.” Kort Elias grimaced and stared at the remnants of the Aurora eggshell. When he crouched down and touched the enormous object—he could have easily crawled inside—it crumbled to dust in his hands. “Worse, it’s been at least a day, maybe two.”

A thieving mercenary had brought the egg here to this planet of humans, one dimension hop away from Chalvaren, and Kort had required a wizard’s help to teleport in pursuit. The queen his mother forbade him to give chase, but when Kort discovered the double-crosser took the egg from the royal hatchery, Queen Elissabet’s edict paled before the need to recover the dragonlet. Also, ignoring his mother’s wishes was a lifelong sport at which Kort particularly excelled.

He picked up three black dragon scales, smelled them, manipulated them in his fingers then held the fragile scales up to the sunlight. They were translucent, iridescent…baby dragon scales. His grimace became a frown. Poor thing. All alone in a strange world with no other dragons to coach him, to show him what to eat, how to fly, how to roar, how to be what he was. Kort’s heart hitched. He’d tracked the thief for well over a week, but he was clearly too late. He was seeing the fallout of his mother’s bad decision-making.

“Damn you, Elissabet!” He shook his fist at the sky. “Look at what you’ve conjured up with your ridiculous legend, mother.” No treasure, just a lost little dragon.

“At least he’s eaten.” Kort’s eyes ranged to the remains of the mercenary. Without proper handling, without a first feast available right outside his eggshell, the hatchling had devoured his abductor. Served the bastard right. Before stealing the egg, the larcenous mercenary had filled the queen’s head with stories and romantic notions, claimed he had intelligence on the whereabouts of Chalvaren’s mythological treasure, the Dragonstone. The fist-sized amethyst was valuable beyond means, and a prophecy of peace accompanied it. Kort doubted the thing existed, but even if it did, the mercenary wasn’t man enough to return it. Clearly.

Kort stood up and surveyed the scene, fingering the dragon scales, noticing their smooth texture. “Where’d you go little one?”

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Here’s the Goodreads spread: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17915693-dragonstone—a-kingdom-of-chalvaren-romance

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/315795

All eRomance books: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-dragonstone-1208608-143.html

And Boroughs Publishing Group’s website: http://boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/dragonstone

PaulaBio:
Paula Millhouse grew up in Savannah, Georgia where Spanish moss whispers tales in breezes from the Atlantic Ocean, and the Intracoastal Waterway. As a child Paula soaked in the sunshine and heritage of cobblestones, pirate lore, and stories steeped in savory mysteries of the south. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, the Fantasy, Futuristic, & Paranormal chapter, the Mystery/Suspense chapter (Kiss of Death), and a member of Savvy Authors.

In the southern tradition of storytellers, she loves sharing the lives of her characters with readers, and following her muse on the quest for happily-ever-afters in thrilling romantic fiction.

She lives with her husband at the base of the Blue Ridge Mountains with their pack and pride of furry babies.

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