Friday, October 31, 2014

The Wolf

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TITLE – The Wolf SERIES – The Keeper Saga AUTHOR – K.R. Thompson GENRE – Historical Paranormal Romance PUBLICATION DATE – 07-24-14 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 53 pages COVER ARTIST – Keri Knutson, Alchemy Book Covers


Their secret has been safe for hundreds of years, a legacy and legend that has been carefully kept by six guardians. They are known as the Keepers. But before the legend of the Keepers—came the Wolf.
Once upon a time, there lived a man whose fate would rest with two sisters. One will hold his heart. With her, he discovers a love that will last forever, though it will come with a price.
From the other sister, he will learn fortitude as he discovers that she holds the power to destroy all he holds dear. For as easily as one sister captures his heart, the other has found the way to trap his soul.


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One mountain stood off in the distance. Its peak was the highest. It grazed the heavens. It was the closest point that he could get to his love, now in the inky, deep black sky. It seemed it would be the perfect place to make his presence—and his demands—known. The trip up the mountain took a great deal of the night, his strength had waned, but anger and determination pushed him up to the giant boulder, far above, jutting out into the night air. The moon was beyond his reach—so close, yet, so far away. Swift Foot stood on the edge of the rock. A cool breeze greeted him, brushing softly against his cheek. He felt Shining Star had sent the breeze to touch him. “I am here,” he told her softly, looking up into the sky. Then, he took a deep breath, and announced loudly to the Great Spirit, “I have come to speak to you.” The breeze was replaced with a sudden burst of warm air, an acknowledgement of sorts. He took a step forward, feeling the balls of his feet touch the edge of the rock. He was close now. “You will put me there with her or I will die!” The raw emotion caused his voice to crack, but he knew the Great Spirit heard his demand. A lightning bolt cracked from a cloudless sky in front of him, striking the ground below. No whispering voices came to his mind or thundering ones either. It seemed the Great Spirit wasn’t in the mood for negotiations. It wasn’t the response Swift Foot had wished to hear or see. Still, he stood on the rock, while his love watched him from her place in the heavens. That was just as well, Swift Foot decided. He would be with her soon, with or without any help. He would never spend a day without her. Another lightning strike lit up the sky as he lifted his arms out, and fell…


K.R. Thompson was raised in the Appalachian Mountains. She resides in southwestern Virginia with her husband, son, three cats and an undeterminable amount of chickens.
An avid reader and firm believer in the magic of nature, she spends her nights either reading an adventure or writing one.
She still watches for evidence of Bigfoot in the mud of Wolf Creek.




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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Time to Begin

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TITLE – Time to Begin SERIES – Ward Sisters, #5 AUTHOR – Patti Korbet GENRE – Contemporary Romance PUBLICATION DATE – September 15, 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – estimated at 125k words PUBLISHER – Patricia Korbet COVER ARTIST – Patti Korbet
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She'd been dealt too many blows to count. He'd always lived life on easy street. Are they Yin and Yang or a mistake of epic proportions?
Makeup artist Reggie Reynolds has endured a life as colorful as her ever-changing hair. After a painful childhood and a tragic adolescence, by sheer force of will, she found success – first in Hollywood, then on Broadway. Returning to her hometown offers a chance to help her aging grandfather and realize her dreams, not to mention soothe a broken heart. But even her storied past won't prepare Reggie for what happens in her next chapter.
When reporter Eddie Besson meets Reggie on a flight to New York City, he thinks he's at an all-time high-point in his cushy, perpetual-youth life. Twenty-four hours with Reggie changes Eddie's perspective. Despite the fact she doesn't want anything to do with him when he leaves, Eddie can't stop thinking about the girl from New York City long after he's gone from the Big Apple.
As Eddie's perfectly-orchestrated life falls apart, he has some tough decisions to make, with only one thing certain: there will be consequences to pay for his lackadaisical approach to adulthood. Reggie's own soul-searching reveals some painful truths, including guilt about passing judgment on the guy from Maine. When she runs into Eddie again – this time on his home turf – sparks fly and decisions must be made, choices that aren't universally well-received. Will this unlikely pair go all-in, find a way to balance the scales and live life on their own terms? Or will tragedy tear them apart for good?


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The girl with the pink and black striped hair kept looking at him. Eddie thought he was just being paranoid at first, but she was definitely staring. He didn't think he could possibly know her – after all, she looked like part of a Punk crowd, and despite his appreciation for the genre, that was definitely not his speed of social group. Maybe they'd had classes together in college. She might be around his age. But though he felt like he knew her somehow, he didn't recognize her. Pink Hair didn't make any effort to engage him. Nonetheless, there she was, staring again. This time, though, her eyes watered and she looked like she struggled to keep the tears away. Maybe she wasn't staring at him so much as through him. He should probably ignore her. But then her eyes drifted shut and a tear escaped, running down a surprisingly angelic face. Shit, he thought. Don't do it, Besson. Just stay where you are. Too late. He got up and moved to sit next to her. When he put his hand over hers, she jumped a little and looked at him, confused. “Hey, you okay?” Eddie asked. “Um, not really. But it's nothing. Don't worry about it.” “If it was nothing, then you wouldn't be crying. Want to talk about it?” Jesus, what was it with him and providing an ear these days? First Kay and her marital troubles, now a stranger? Who next? Maybe she'd say no. Hopefully. “No, that's okay.” Oh, good. That's a relief, he thought. Eddie's hand was still covering hers and she looked down at it. Since she didn't pull her hand away, Eddie left his there. Maybe it comforted her. Maybe it would be enough and she wouldn't use him as a sounding board. She sniffed and when she looked up she smiled at him. “I'm Reggie.” “Eddie. You headed to New York?” “Yeah. You?” He nodded. “I've got a meeting.” “Oh? You in finance or something?” Eddie laughed. Hardly. “No. Reporter. I work at a small-town newspaper up north. My boss is sending me to meet with a potential new buyer for the paper.” She'd bristled a little at the word 'reporter', but relaxed again when he said he worked at a small-town paper. Huh. “Because you run things?” “Nah. They want to meet with all the editors and I was away when they came last month. I guess it's nearly a done deal and they want to figure out where we all fit in their organization.” “Oh. How long are you in the city?” “A day. Fly down today, fly back tomorrow. What about you? Why are you headed to NYC?” “I live there. Well, in Brooklyn, anyway. I work in the city.” “What do you do? If you don't mind my asking. Sorry. Reporter's instinct to ask questions.” “It's okay. I'm a makeup artist.” “Oh yeah? Where do you work? In the movies?” “I did. For a long time I worked in L.A. on movie and TV sets. I've been on a Broadway play for the past seven months. We were supposed to be done after six weeks. Then it stretched to six months. We're regrouping right now, but we're back to work tomorrow. They're talking about a long-term run.” “Sounds like you're pretty excited about it.” “It's basically my dream job. I always wanted to work on Broadway, but it's hard to get into the business there. Much easier in Hollywood, where there are a million different productions. Eventually, if you meet the right people, you're set. I got lucky and hooked up with a stylist when he was just getting started. That led to where I am now.” Eddie smiled. “Seems like you made some smart moves.” “I did. Now I get to work in my hometown and be near my family.” Eddie laughed. “Me too. But somehow, I don't think my hometown quite compares with yours.” “No? Population isn't in the millions? No loud noises, smelly exhaust or ridiculous traffic?” “No all-night takeout, no clubs with up-and-coming music. No way to escape your family, even when they're driving you nuts. I love everything about New York.” “Me, too,” Reggie said. “Those are just people's usual complaints. But everything you said, that's the reasons why I love living there. Plays, music, art, culture, food, history. It's all there.” Now boarding Delta Flight 1220 to New York's LaGuardia at Gate 8. Please have your ID and boarding passes ready. “I guess it's time to board. Where are you sitting?” Eddie asked. “Um, 14C,” Reggie said, looking at her boarding pass. “No way. I'm in 14A. Looks like we're sitting together.” Reggie smiled. “Good. I was going to have to ask your seatmate if I could switch. Now I don't have to do that.”
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Beautiful Disaster – Jon McLaughlin Falling – Jon McLaughlin Faster – Matt Nathanson Wake Me Up – Avicii Love Stinks – The J. Geils Band Who Says – Selena Gomez and The Scene Thank You – The Shapes Escape From New York – The Shapes Claim Your Prize – The Shapes Overflow – The Shapes New Revolution – The Waking Hours How Does It Feel – The Waking Hours Survive – The Moog I Like You – The Moog All On Me – The Shys Bom Bom Bom – Living Things Not Thinking Straight – Pint Shot Riot Five Year Rut – Supergarage Turn Me On – Bromheads Jacket I Couldn't Imagine – Julie the Band Pretty Good Day – Best Not Broken Take My Picture – Best Not Broken Restless Heart – Matt Hires The Mess I Made – Parachute Hanging By A Moment – Lifehouse Absolutely (Story Of A Girl) – Nine Days It's Time (Live London Sessions) – Imagine Dragons Static Waves (Featuring Katie Herzig) – Andrew Belle Baby, I Love You – Ramones Blitzkrieg Bop – Ramones I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend – Ramones Family (featuring Tim Armstrong) – The Interrupters Strangers – The Kinks


Eddie Besson is that guy, the one who still acts like he's in college, despite entry into his 30's. As the sports editor for his small, hometown newspaper, he lives above his parents' garage, spends his free time hanging out at the one bar in town and strings along his high school girlfriend. The kicker is that he doesn't really think there is anything wrong with his life. Until he meets Reggie Reynolds, and suddenly, his world seems pathetic and wasteful.
Broadway and Hollywood makeup artist Reggie Reynolds fought hard for the life she has now. Abandoned by her parents, she clung to her beloved grandparents as long as she could. But her grandmother was taken by illness, and now her grandfather is succumbing to age. She has never been lucky in love and is sure she is doomed for a life without it. Then she meets Eddie Besson and the world gets a little brighter, even if just for a moment.


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For a majority of her life, two things have been true about Patti Korbet: she loves to read and she has a very active imagination. You can often find her with a book or her Kindle in hand. And in the last few years, she's frequently been typing away at her little netbook, turning the myriad thoughts that run through her head into story ideas.
Her career path to author has had many twists and turns, but Patti has been making up stories in her mind for as long as she can remember. Just as her son turned 9 months old, she made serious work of molding those stories into works of fiction. She put her nose to the grindstone in the fall of 2012 and hasn't looked back since.
When not reading or writing, Patti pretends to be a gardener, loves to dance, watches a variety of shows with compelling characters and most importantly, takes care of her family of four. She hopes one day to convince her husband that fiction writing is a worthy pursuit. In the meantime, she's proud to see the seeds of imaginative storytellers and prolific readers in her daughter and son.




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Saturday, October 25, 2014

Romancing Christmas

Romancing Christmas: 10 Love Stories to Spice up the Holidays

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Release Date: November 3, 2014
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USA Today Bestselling Author Dale Mayer ~ Broken Protocols 3.5 

Award-winning author H.D. Thomson ~ Shades of Holly

Chantel Rhondeau ~ Season For Love

Award-winning author Leslie Lynch ~ Christmas Hope

Award-winning author Sandy Loyd A Christmas Miracle

Barbara Lohr ~ The Salty Carmel Christmas 

Marcia JamesHeating Up the Holidays

Carolyn Hughey ~ Insanity Claus  

Tallulah Grace ~ A Family for Christmas 

Rachelle Ayala A Father for Christmas

Friday, October 24, 2014

Spooky Sojourn

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TITLE – Spooky Sojourn SERIES – N/A AUTHOR – Ashley Ladd GENRE – Erotic Paranormal Romance PUBLICATION DATE – October 23, 2014 LENTH (Pages/# Words) – 50,000 PUBLISHER – Totally Bound at COVER ARTIST – Emmy Ellis
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Someone’s trying to kill Deanna, but is it the ghosts she doesn’t believe in, the rich socialite who might be a murderess, or someone else with a beef against The Gilroy Hotel and Resort that Deanna has just been hired to manage? The Gilroy’s owners want the ghosts, or whoever is causing the trouble at the hotel eliminated, and they are pressuring Deanna to do the job as quickly as possible. Harry DeVeaux, paranormal investigator comes highly recommended to do the job and against Deanna’s better judgment, she hires him.
Although Deanna thinks Harry’s crazy for believing in ghosts and Harry thinks Deanna has a closed mind to the possibilities of ghosts and they highly annoy each other, sparks fly. Deanna can’t help but fantasize about Harry and inspired by a romance convention visiting her hotel, writes her fantasies in a private blog that Harry finds, hacks, and reads. Ooh la la!



It would also be a shame to let a private hotel room go to waste when it contained such a beautiful sexy woman, so he moved closer and leaned against the wall beside her, letting his breath tickle her neck as he gazed down at her. He lifted a strand of her silky hair and let it sift through his fingers. Her heady scent wafted up to him, making him want to bury himself in her. Was it cherries? Maybe apple blossoms? “My heart almost gave out when your car went up in flames and I saw you thrown back. I was afraid you’d been hurt…or worse.” Her breath caught audibly, and she worried her lower lip with her small, perfect teeth for a moment. Then she gazed up at him with sorrowful eyes. “It must have reminded you of losing your wife.” “Not for a minute. I was worried you were hurt. That I’d lose you.” He traced the line of her jaw with the pad of his thumb and shivered when he felt her tremble. So she wasn’t immune to him. Good. Very good. Her lashes fluttered and her irises grew dark. She shrank against the wall as if unsure what to do next. Then resolution gathered in her eyes. “Oh! Well, uh, I should go. I’m sure I’ve been missed. A manager never rests.” To his dismay, she ducked under his arm and escaped to the door. When she tried to turn the handle, however, it wouldn’t budge. Then she tried to turn the knob with both hands, pulling hard. Her eyes flashed fire. “What the hell? Can you help me? I can’t get out.” “Do you really have to go? Or do you just want to get away from me? Am I that repellant?” She looked as if she’d rather have fire ants crawl up her legs than answer his question. Before she could respond, he jumped in. “I have a confession.” She stopped trying to jar the door and her attention riveted on him, her forehead puckering. “Did you do something I need to know about?” Drawing in a long, shuddering breath, he look heavenwards and crossed his fingers behind his back hoping she wouldn’t throw something at him, hoping she’d be okay with his admission. “I found your blog and read it.” Paling, the blood fled from her flesh and her eyes looked like sooty coals against her face. Her gaze clashed with his and held. “How did you find it? I used a pseudonym and I put it on privacy settings.” He screwed up his lips, and scrubbed his hand over his face, preparing to tell more painful truths. “I’m a bit of a hacker and I like to research the people I’m working with.” Not sure she’d be receptive to his theory, he left out the part that he thought the ghosts led him to her sight. He thought they were closet romantics. He wouldn’t be surprised if they’d locked them into the room now to force them into some alone time together. When a tsunami of emotions flitted across her face he tried to read them. Fury. Embarrassment. Lust? “You investigated me? You read my private musings?” “You wrote about me? In some very intimate ways. At least I presume it was me since you used my name.” He fixed her with a piercing gaze. “Did you?”


Spooky Sojourn - Author Photo Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.
She's been told she has a wicked sense of humour and often incorporates humour and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.



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Thursday, October 23, 2014


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summary teenage musical prodigy Ophelia Stewart, life couldn't be better. She has a loving family, a friend who is closer than a sister, and big professional dreams to pursue. But Ophelia’s perfect world is shattered when a disaster claims her parents and forces her into a center for emotionally damaged children where she is required to finish her senior year far from her best friend. Lost and alone, Ophelia tries to cut herself off from connecting with the other young people there, however one of them, Teodore de Luca, refuses to be put off. Breaking through her restraint, the young man insinuates himself into her life, where he becomes her new support system.
What can the future hold for them? Ophelia still has big dreams to pursue. Is there really a place for Teo in them? How can she chose between the man she loves and her passion for music? Can she ever truly commit herself to him? Or is their love destined to be crushed under the weight of her career?


Jude was born and raised in a small village named Lacolle. She now lives in Montreal, Canada. She is the proud mother of a beautiful five year old son, and has spent the last thirteen years with her partner, Cedric.
 French is her native language, but she prefers to write in her second language, English.
Besides working full time and being a mother, Jude has a passion for books, both reading and writing them.
Her first novella, Under the Sun was published at the end of July 2013.It is part of an anthology called Heat Wave. Her second novella, Wonderland, was published in March 2014 and has hit the bestselling rank. Lost Dreams, a military romance, was published in May 2014 and Body, Ink, and Soul in late June 2014.
She is currently working on her novel, Music, Ink, and Love and is hoping to publish during the winter of 2015.



The sun was beginning to rise when I heard noises coming from the front door. Small knocks echoed in the cabin. Who could it be? I didn’t have friends here. It scared me but the curiosity stopped from going back to bed. I hope it wasn’t some jackass playing games on me. Quietly, I tiptoed to the door and opened it just a little to see who was hiding behind it.
“Baby?” My voice broke with emotion. “You travelled all the way here?” I jumped into his arms and kissed every inch of his face. I never expected to see him. My heart filled with joy, I couldn’t believe he was standing there at my door.
“For you, Ophelia, only for you, my baby. I love you so much.” He returned my kiss and his arms took me in a warm embrace. I missed those strong arms around me so much. I wanted to stay there forever.
“Come on in. It’s small but big enough for us.” I let him enter, never letting go of his hand, never leaving his sight. So many emotions were expressed only by the look in our eyes.
He let his backpack fall on the floor and he lift me into his arms. “You are gorgeous, baby, you are so fucking perfect. I want to give you the world and make you happy.” He laughed out of breath. “I’ve been thinking about what I would say to you for over sixteen hours, but seeing you here, now. There is only one thing you need to know. I’m in love with you and I want to share my life with you.”
“That makes two things,” I teased. “I am, too.” The words rolled off my tongue. “I’ve always love you and always will.”
We stood facing each other. Our past had been quite confusing at times. He’d waited for me, but whenever I was home, we were one. We acted like a couple, we were very involved physically. That was always our thing, our connection.
“Hearing you, seeing you telling me that you love me is everything I’ve ever wished for. I want to spoil you, make you see how happy you make me.”
“Show me.” I pulled him to me, holding his t-shirt. His touch had always meant everything to me. When we met, I’d been craving any kind of human affection. I wanted to be loved, I needed someone to hug me and make me feel safe and he was exactly that for me. Teo gave me the strength I needed to go on with my life.
“There is nothing else I rather do.” His lips crushed mine, taking possession of me. Our lips parted and our tongues met, hungry with desire. My hands hunted the skin of his waist, lifting off his t-shirt and feeling the warmth emanating for his body.
Close up of a couple kissingTeo didn’t waste more time, he removed the only clothing I was wearing, which was one of his old t-shirt that I had stolen before leaving.
“Baby, look at you, you’re incredibly sexy.” He whispered, nibbling on my earlobe.
My desire for him had me all mixed up. I wanted to push him on the couch, I wanted to undress him. I needed him to show me how much he loved me. “Let me get you out of that top.” I said, lifting it over his head and dropping it on the floor. I let my hands dance on his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin under my fingers. His muscles hardened under my touch.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
I chuckled shyly. My fingers grabbed hold of the belt of his jeans, pulling him toward my bedroom. The bed had to be the best place for what we had in mind. I undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants as we walked toward the room. His lips trailed a line of kisses from my lips to my jaw and then to the hollow of my neck. It sent shivers all over my body making my nipples pucker. I pushed his pants and underwear down and pulled him into the bed with me.
“You have no idea how many nights I’ve wished to have you here with me. You are the one I love Teo.”
“I love you. I’m never getting rid of you. Look at you,” he said admiring my body, feeling my breast with his hands. “You’re everything. My everything.”
With my both hands, I held his face and looked at him. Love reflected into his eyes and I hope he could see how much love I had in mine. I needed him to see it, to feel it. I had never loved someone that hard. It scared me but I knew he would always have my back. I trusted that he would find the perfect words to make me feel secure.
“I could get used to that look on your face. The one that says, oh Teo, you’re the man of my fantasies, the one I’ve been dreaming of all my life.” He mimicked my voice.
We both laughed.
“You’re an ass.”
“It was the first promise I made you, and I keep my promises.” He kissed my lips languorously. “I don’t know why it feels so different. We’ve been doing this for a very long time but it feels like it’s the first time in all those times that I own you, that you really are mine.”
“It’s because you do, I’m yours, baby, I’m yours.” I sighed. “I’m sorry that I kept you waiting all this time. It was very selfish of me. I can’t believe that you’re still here wanting me.”
He smiled and nodded. Maybe he was happy hearing me acknowledge all the effort he had made over the years.
“Enough talking now. I need to show my girl how much I missed her.”

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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Yes, Mistress



Em Grayson had everything she wanted—the perfect life, the perfect job, nothing to hold her back. Or so she thought until she attended a BDSM convention in Las Vegas that turned her world upside down and had her questioning everything. Approached by an old friend about a business opportunity in Reno, she’s forced to look at her current situation and make life altering decisions. Violet Jennings is a quiet submissive who longs for acceptance in her life. She begins to find an inner peace while working as a receptionist in a BDSM club. When she meets the mysterious M, she’s driven by a need to serve more than ever been before. Together, will these two be able to find the happiness that has alluded them? Will the need to dominate and serve be enough? Or will they find more than they were looking for?


Grabbing my toiletry bag, I headed into the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I slipped a gray tank top on and walked out in just that and my panties. I struggled to keep a straight face as she stared at me.

“Now, go ahead and get ready.”

I listened to her wash up and brush her teeth as I tried to remember the last time I’d had someone spend the night. It had been a really long time, and even then, it wasn’t like this. It was usually due to the fact that one or both of us had been drinking and didn’t want to drive home. This was totally different. I wanted her here, and she wanted to be here.

When she walked out of the bathroom, I felt the wetness gather between my legs and my nipples harden. She was wearing the same pale pink bra, but she also had on a pair of pink boy shorts.
She scampered to the bed and dove under the covers. I didn’t mind the action, but the idea behind it—that I might not appreciate her body—saddened me. I knew she’d need a lot of reassurance that she made me happy, and her practically nude in my bed was an occasion to compliment her.

“I love how sexy you look in my bed.”

She smiled and I kissed her gently, pulling her closer to me. We snuggled like that for a moment before I allowed my hands to explore once again. It wasn’t even two minutes later and I had her panties and bra off.

My fingers found her pussy wet and swollen. “I’m going to fuck that pussy with my fingers and you are going to come every time I tell you to.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Holding her still with one hand, the other parted her lips and pressed into her tight body. She whimpered as I added a second then a third finger. She was so tight I had no idea how I’d fist her, but it was something I planned to do. When a woman allowed herself to be fisted, she was giving total submission, and that’s exactly what I wanted from all of my pets. This wasn’t the time for that, though. I had a feeling it would take a lot of work to get her ready for that.

Tonight would just be about bringing her pleasure and teaching her to be comfortable when responding to my commands. Already, my hand was coated in wetness and her clit was swollen beneath my fingertip.

“Ungh, Mistress, help,” she gasped, bucking her hips away from me.

I leaned down and bit her breast hard. “Don’t you dare move away from my fingers,” I chastised.

She lay still but started to tremble. “Mistress, I’m…help…I’m…”

“Come for me. Come for me, my sweetheart.”

Her back arched as she ground herself into my hand. I felt her pussy walls clench around me, and a moment later watched as the white fluid coated my palm and fingers.

She collapsed onto the bed but I didn’t let up. Switching hands, I took the come coated one and placed it against her lips while I began my relentless fucking with the other hand.

“Fuck!” She screamed out and I slid my fingers into her mouth.

“Taste yourself. Taste how good you are. And when my hand is clean, you may come.”

She sucked hard on my fingers, but as she did, I lowered my head to her breast. Choosing a milky white spot just below her left nipple, I sucked hard and fast. I released her breast with a pop and looked down at the dark purple mark I’d made. “That’s one.”

It wasn’t long before she was screaming as her body clamped down on my fingers again. Pulling the come covered digits from her body, I placed them in her mouth to clean off while pumping hard and fast with the newly cleaned hand. Again, I lowered my head and marked her breast.

Some women can only come once in a given period of time. Others can come multiple times if stimulated. Then there are women like Violet. The more she came, the easier it was to find that next orgasm. By the fourth one, the fifth one was only a minute or two away. In the end, there were eight dark purple marks covering her left breast, one for each orgasm.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” I said, tracing each mark.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“I gave you one mark for each orgasm. It will help you to remember how I made you feel.”

“I don’t think it would be possible to forget, Mistress.”

Her words made me smile. She’d been so obedient. “You are such a good girl. I’d like to give you a reward.”

She smiled broadly. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“I’d like you to pick your reward. What is it that you’d like? You may ask anything, though I might not agree. I’m still in charge.”

She nodded, and I could tell she was thinking. She bit her lip and crinkled her brow, but still said nothing.

“What is it, little one? Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Well, I want a few things and I’m trying to decide.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her dilemma. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking and allow me to pick?”

She nodded. “Well, I really want to be able to use my fingers on you. And I want to be able to bring you to orgasm.” I nodded, indicating she should go on. “I’d like to see your breasts. I’ve been imagining them all day. But what I really want is to mark you the way you marked me.”

She did want a lot, and some things she wanted, like finger fucking me and marking, were simply things I didn’t allow submissives to do. Then again, things with Violet were different than they’d ever been before, so maybe it was time to branch out a little.

“Alright, I’ll allow you to see my breasts and to use your fingers on me. I’m not promising that I’ll have an orgasm, but if I do, I’ll make sure that you know it. You may use one or two fingers, nothing else. You may not put anything near my asshole.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I hadn’t addressed the marking of my breast, but she seemed more than fine with what I was allowing her to do.

I lay back on the bed and waited for her to make her move. She looked at me expectantly. “This is what you want, little one. If you want to see my breasts, you’re going to have to remove my shirt.”

Moving closer to me, Violet smiled and bit her lip. Her hands trembled as she found the cotton hem of my tank top. She began to slide it up and gasped as the thin material moved over my breasts. I loved the look on her face.

When she began to reach for them I had to stop her. “I’m sorry, little one, but you said you wanted to see them, not touch them.” She pouted a bit but pulled back. “However, if you still want to finger fuck my pussy, all you need to do is remove my panties.”

When they were off and laying on the floor, I spread my legs wide. I’d had her head between them earlier, but this time it would be her fingers bringing me pleasure.

“Oh, Mistress,” Violet cooed as she ran her index finger over my clit and between my pussy lips. “You feel so warm and soft.”

I didn’t respond, but her finger felt heavenly. A few moments later, her second finger found the first and she pushed them inside of me. “Ungh,” we both moaned at the same time.

She wasted no time in finding my G spot or in fucking me hard and fast with two of her tiny fingers. It felt amazing, but the look on her face was what excited me the most. It was pure joy as she watched my pussy get wetter and wetter with each stroke. Occasionally, her eyes would look away and to my breasts. I knew how much she wanted to touch them and I admired her self restraint.

My breath hitched when she began to rub my clit with her thumb, but I was still able to speak in a controlled volume. “You may touch my breasts, little one.”

A low moan escaped her lips and her eyes closed for a minute before reopening, zoned in on her target. With one hand in my pussy, her other began to pinch and knead at my breasts.

The sensations she was giving my body were incredible. She had me close to orgasm a few times, but I pushed it back. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to come for her, I just wanted her to work for it, and, knowing my own body, the longer I held off, the better it would feel when I did allow my release.

I held back again and again as she knelt over me, fingers working furiously. She pursed her lips together in what I first thought was concentration, but when I noticed the a slight wiggle, I realized that she was fighting an orgasm of her own. I loved that my little girl got so aroused by serving me. Sliding my hand between her thighs, I found her clit soaking wet and engorged beyond belief.

“You want to come, don’t you, little girl?”

She shook her head while still keeping her lips pressed together. I bit back a smile at how close she was with just one touch from me.

“Answer me, little one.”

“Ungh. No Mistress. I want you to come.”

I admired her honesty and again held back a grin at her war with her own body.

“I’ll come if you do,” I offered her.

“Please, Mistress!” Her voice was a high squeal.

“Make me come.” I rubbed her clit gently as she finger fucked me furiously and squeezed my nipple hard. Closing my eyes, I allowed the orgasm to wash over me. I felt the come flow from my body moments before my hand was drenched in her own liquid.

“Fuck, Mistress!” I listened to her pant and moan as her body shook, almost as if she wasn’t in control of it, until finally she collapsed on top of me in a lifeless heap.

“You did very well, little one. Thank you for serving me in that way.” I rolled her onto her back and looked down at her breasts. One was covered in marks, the other pale and smooth. Leaning down, I took the unmarked one into my mouth and sucked hard. Leaving the biggest mark yet, I sat up and smiled.

“That one is for the orgasm you gave me.”

She ran her fingertips over it lightly and smiled. “Thank you, Mistress. No one has ever marked me in this way before.”

It was my turn to smile. I loved her service, her honesty, and the devotion she showed in her eyes. I also loved the way she made me feel. I had no description for it, but I’d never really felt this way before and the feeling seemed addicting.

She’d given her faith and trust to me and had asked for so little in return. I wanted to grant her every wish. I looked into her eyes and ran my hand up her back and to her hair. I nodded once and pulled her to my breast. “Go ahead, my sweet little one. Mark me.”

Author Bio:

NJ Cole is a midwestern girl with a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. Reaching Amazon’s top 100 list in Erotica with Midnight Caller and Landslide, NJ Cole promises to entertain and excite the reader with her newest tales of love, romance, and as always, hot, steamy sex.

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