Spotlight on “Chemistry of Attraction”–the Latest from Author Thianna D

I am pleased to welcome author Thianna D back to my blog. Today, Thianna introduces her new book, “Chemistry of Attraction”. Have a look!

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Chemistry of Attraction

 

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Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.

Chemistry of Attraction

By Thianna D

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Retired Marine Brandon Delt, moves to Corbin’s Bend after his recently divorced wife marries his cousin. Tired of living a non-discipline lifestyle, he fully welcomes the openness of the Corbin’s Bend spanking community. One day he hopes to meet the woman he could make his TiH. He doesn’t expect to meet her on day one.

Carodine Minor’s just in Corbin’s Bend for the summer. Just graduated with her master’s degree in chemistry, Dina isn’t sure of her next step in life. Not once has she ever considered being spanked. Logical woman that she is, when she finds herself intrigued by the idea of a hand across her derriere, she asks for a demonstration from Brandon. One demo turns into a wild night of passion neither wants to let go of.

Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.

Excerpt:

Her stomach did a little flip as he drove them to his house. She assumed he still had every intention of spanking her, and she was on board. But now she was kind of hoping for even more and what if a spanking made it so that she couldn’t enjoy anything afterward? Just how much pain would she be in when all was said and done?

Brandon’s house was much smaller than her grandparents’, and it was rather comfortable. After he got them each a glass of wine, he sat down on the sofa and pulled her down next to him. “You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he said into her ear. “I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

Giggling nervously, because she hadn’t realized how much she was emitting her worried state, she snuggled into his warm arms. “I want everything.” Realizing how blunt that sounded, she winced and looked up into his gray eyes.

“You want an erotic spanking and sex?” he asked, speaking the words she didn’t think she could say.

“Yes.” The thought of being in his arms and having sex made her blood boil. It had been too long since she had been with a man and somehow she knew Brandon would make things good.

“All right.” He removed the wine from her hands and put both glasses on the coffee table. “We can have that later. Come with me.” Standing up, he took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She trailed along after him into his bedroom. The walls were clear except for a picture of him in his dress uniform with two people flanking him that she assumed were his parents. The room itself was taken up with a huge bed and her eyes snapped onto it.

Author Bio:

AvatarThianna D. likes to say she’s eclectic, fun, and just a bit naughty. She writes erotica and erotic romance with both M/F and M/M main characters. No matter what she writes, all the hot scenes support the story instead of the other way around.

She’s also the creator of and acquisition editor for the Corbin’s Bend spanking romance series. Who else wants to be safe, secure, and spanked in Colorado?

Where you can find her:

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A Taste of “Breathe Each Other In”, from Author Thianna D.

I am pleased to have Thianna D. as a guest on my blog today. Thianna has just released the final book in her “All They Ever Needed” trilogy, “Breathe Each Other In“, a smoking hot M/M DD relationship novel.

And even though “Breathe Each Other In” concludes Logan and Christian’s story, Thianna has authored many other books–check out her website. Seriously, the girl can write, and you’ll need a series of cold showers when you read her sexy, kinky stories!

(Warning: Thianna’s work and the snippet below are 18/21+ NSFW for adult readers only.)

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For Logan & Christian, one thing makes all the difference.

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“Breathe Each Other In”

3rd in the “All They Ever Needed” trilogy

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While the outside world might try to undermine them, Logan and Christian’s relationship just grows stronger. In this, the final part of the All They Ever Needed trilogy, their lives take an unexpected turn.

Christian takes to heart everything he learns from Logan’s father and as he and Logan go forward in their DD relationship, he finds that he is willing to not just take on the mantle of Head of House, but to embrace it. With Logan graduating from college, Christian takes the next logical step and asks his boyfriend to move in.

Even with the stress of student teaching and trying to figure out what to do after graduation, Logan leaps at the chance to live with the man he loves. As the pressure of graduation begins to get to him, the only thing to keep him grounded is the amazing man at his side.

Those closest to them make huge changes in their own lives and when an unexpected job offer lands in Logan’s lap, the two have to make a life altering decision. No matter which way they go, they need to give something up. Play it safe and stay home or accept the job and move away from their families? When it comes to decision time, there is one thing they are not willing to part with. That one thing makes all the difference in the world.

“All They Ever Needed” trilogy:

Book 1: As Natural As Breathing

Book 2: Took My Breath Away

Book 3: Breathe Each Other In

Enjoy this hot snippet from Christian and Logan:

Logan could not look away, but he also could not stay away any longer. Wrapping his hand behind Christian’s head, he slammed his body against the wall, kissing him hard. Their teeth momentarily collided before he twisted his head slightly as did Christian and their tongues danced together again even as their hands touched and tweaked and smoothed skin on each other’s body, moans, gasps, and groans the soundtrack they barely were cognizant of.

“Logan,” Christian murmured against his lips, his hand lightly clasping Logan’s neck. “Logan, fuck me now or I’m gonna cum.”

Taking a moment to breathe – which was a wonderful experience in itself as since their lips were so close together, he was breathing in the man in front of him – Logan nodded and took a half step backward. “From the front or back?”

Momentarily surprised, Christian looked around his shower and his eyes landed on a small ledge that was opposite to the fixtures. “Think I can balance on that? I really want to look into your eyes.”

Humming slightly, Logan nodded. “I think we can try to make it work. Let me get suited up and then we can see if we can do this.”

Christian walked over to the ledge and stood there watching as Logan unwrapped the lubricated condom and put it on. “I love your cock,” he mused, making Logan look up and smile.

“Ditto, baby. Now, hop up and wrap your legs around my arms.”

There was a lot of laughter as Christian tried to hop up twice, sliding down the wall each time. “Damn, I’m not a kid anymore,” he said, gasping. “I think it’s too small. Maybe we should do it from behind.”

Not one to give up easily, Logan shook his head. “I have a better idea. Ready to take this out of the shower?”

“Sure.”

They dried off quickly, not taking any time as they both were hard and wanting. “Come on.” Logan went into the bedroom and sat on the bed with his back against the wall. “Mount up, baby.”

Surprised, Christian walked up and looked at him. “You want me to—”

“Yes,” Logan said, looking at him. “It’s a position I haven’t tried before but I know guys do it all the time. If you don’t want to—”

“No, I want to.” Straddling Logan’s legs, Christian reached behind him to grasp Logan’s cock, guiding it to his entrance and slowly pushing down. His eyes widened as his mouth slightly gaped open. “Holy hell!”

“Take your time,” Logan encouraged, leaning forward to take Christian’s left nipple in between his lips and sucking. “I have plenty of things I can do.”

“Fuck!” Christian moaned, pushing up on his knees and slowly lowering himself down again. “This is amazing.”

In complete agreement, Logan was having to purposefully control his breathing so as not to cum too quickly. Christian was so tight this way and with him having the control to move as slowly as he wanted to, it was an incredible torture to Logan. And he loved it and hated it and definitely wanted more. As Christian sank all the way down, they both let out a whoosh of air in relief.

“I like this position,” Christian murmured, using his fingertips to nudge Logan’s face up so he could kiss him. To Logan’s surprise, Christian took hold of both of his hands and held them right above his shoulders. “You are so incredibly edible, gorgeous. And I’m such a lucky man.”

 

About the author:

ThiannaD_NewAvatarThianna D is a writer of both het and m/m erotic romance. Most of her works include BDSM or DD. Logan and Christian brought together the domestic discipline way of life, spanking in an erotic context, and two amazing characters she loves very much. It is difficult to say goodbye to them as this is the final book in the trilogy. Thankfully she has a list of books she’s writing – that should help.

 

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Horny Hump Day 7/2/14: CMNF

In this three-sentence snippet from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”, a gagged and restrained–and naked–Kenzi  is about to be taken by a very aroused Duncan.

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All she heard was the unzip; he was not undressing! He would take her fully clothed, while she was naked and open, and just about to drip on the carpet. Somehow, that made it even more exciting, that he would want her so badly that he would not bother with any more disrobing than necessary to—impale her!

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“Legacy of Desire and Blood” is out now on Amazon and other ebook retailers.

And if you’d like to catch up with the first two books in the trilogy before Book Three releases on June 19th:

Born of Desire and Blood
Betrayed by Desire and Blood

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Horny Hump Day 6/25/14: I’m thinking Kenzi and Duncan are meant to be

This excerpt is from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”, the final book of the Baobhan Sith Trilogy.

Stripping Kenzi naked in a public place, Duncan reminds her to whom she belongs.

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This was where she was meant to be—with him, by his side, forever.

“I’m naked,” she whispered.

“That’s the way I want you,” he said, his voice going deep and rumbly.

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“Legacy of Desire and Blood” is out now on Amazon and other ebook retailers.

And if you’d like to catch up with the first two books in the trilogy before Book Three releases on June 19th:

Born of Desire and Blood
Betrayed by Desire and Blood

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Excerpt Four from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”. This is it.

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Welcome to the fourth and final excerpt from the third and final book in the Baobhan Sith trilogy, “Legacy of Desire and Blood”, releasing this Thursday, June 19th.

When we left Duncan and Kenzi last week in excerpt three (catch up with excerpts one and two), Duncan was just about to do horribly mean things to sweet little Kenzi:

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“I am going to take you,” he said again. “I will take you, and it will be hard, and rough. I will do it because I can.” Then, his eyes softened for just a moment as he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I will do it because I need you so much. You are my world.”

Oh my fucking goodness! She came right to the edge, her pussy throbbing so hard it felt afire.

He spun her around again, and grabbing the leather binding her wrists together, pushed her forward so that she was bent over at the waist. Her breasts dangled, and felt even more swollen in this position. Her nipples tightened to points of exquisite pain.

She was off–balance, tipping forward on her toes, and the only thing that kept her from toppling forward was his big hand holding the belt around her wrists. His first two fingers hooked through the leather binding, and his thumb and other fingers encircled her wrists. He was still a moment, out of sight behind her, and she wished he had turned her the other way so that she could see him reflected in the dressing room mirror. But she imagined he wanted her to keep guessing.

He was motionless so long, she wondered what he was doing, but then he lowered his mental block for an instant, just long enough to send her the image of what he was seeing: her smooth, milky–pale back, her vertebrae knobbing the alabaster skin as she bent, her curvy round ass tilted up towards him as he bent her forward and raised her wrists even higher.

His simmering, almost immeasurable desire as he took in her form.

The intensity of the feelings he sent her made her stop breathing. And when she heard him unzip his jeans, she thought she would pass out.

All she heard was the unzip; he was not undressing! He would take her fully clothed, while she was naked and open, and just about to drip on the carpet. Somehow, that made it even more exciting, that he would want her so badly that he would not bother with any more disrobing than necessary to—

Impale her!

She screamed against the gag and came as he plunged himself to the hilt into her. She came as soon as the head of his iron–hard cock brushed the nub of her clit as he thrust into her, and came again as he grabbed her hips in a death–grip and ground himself against her, pushing so deeply into her she thought she could feel him in her belly. Her pussy fought to stretch and accept his thick length, accept the suddenness of his violation of her softness. She had already been very wet, and now, with his unrelenting demand of her, his inexorable need for her, she became drenched.

Her entire body clenched as she came up on her toes and thrust her ass, trying to draw him in even deeper. He grunted and reached around with his other hand to pinch her nipple. He pinched it hard, harder than he ever had! The delicious pain rocketed through her, and her orgasm stopped having beginnings and ends; it was one continuous wave crashing again and again through her body.

She shook, she jerked, her nerves firing on their own, her muscles contracting in sudden spasms, then releasing, only to catch and grab hold of her body again. She was no longer in control of herself. She couldn’t even tell if he was moving inside her or not.

Oh fuck, now he was! He had been holding himself still while her orgasm took her, pulling her hips to him, filling her void with himself. But now he wanted his own release.

He bent forward over her back, and grunted in her ear, “You are mine.”

The moment he said it, she came again, the thought of being his like this for eternity making her see spots, sparks, dazzling explosions of golden color.

Her head seemed to fill with that golden light, and it took on a shape, like an orb. She had seen this before—

Duncan wrenched back on her wrists as he came, trying to pull her as close to him as he could while he emptied his seed inside her. She shrieked again, the gag now dripping with her saliva onto the carpet, and she came for what seemed the hundredth time. Or the thousandth. Or the first, last, and always.

Duncan softened over her back, his grip on her wrists loosening. He held her under her belly, and brought his other hand around under her breasts, so that she was fully cradled in his huge hands. She just let herself go and relaxed while he held her full weight.

He raised her up so that her back was against his torso, and drew his arms around her. Her legs were so shaky that if he hadn’t been holding her up, she would have crumpled to the floor. Pulling her close to him, his half–hard cock slipped out of her with a wet pop.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured in her ear, severing the leather binding her wrists with a claw slash.

“Oh, Duncan.” She raised her arms up and back to touch and stroke his face, his neck.

“Are the two of you okay in there?” called a voice from outside the dressing room.

“We’re fine!” Kenzi looked at Duncan and giggled. “We should probably leave this poor woman’s shop—I can’t imagine what she must be thinking.”

“Who cares?” Duncan said, nuzzling her cheek.

Kenzi turned and stood on her tiptoes, and Duncan kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in a century, not just a month. She felt herself grow damp again.

“Oh, boy,” she breathed, when he let her catch her breath.

He grinned at her, bent and picked up the torn shirt, wiped her gently till she was dry. She kissed his chest, pondered the pile of clothing he had tossed on the fitting room bench, chose the emerald green yoga pants and matching sleeveless top. Slipped into them in an instant. Looking at herself in the dressing room mirror, she noted how the yoga pants clung to her prominent round butt, and the top accentuated her full chest. To her, it was a little risqué, but when she caught Duncan’s eyes in the mirror, taking her in, seeing the look of hunger in his dark eyes, she decided the outfit was just fine.

He pulled her to him and kissed her, murmuring, “You are so beautiful.”

Duncan zipped up and opened the door, to see the sales clerk standing there. Her mouth rounded as she took in the two of them, and once again got hit by the full force of Duncan’s sith maleness. She fell back a step as he came towards her.

“Here you go,” he said, handing her a wad of bills. “This should cover what we are purchasing. My girl will wear that outfit out.”

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I hope you’ve been enjoying the preview of my book, and this little scene to wind up our survey class of the filthy inner workings of my brain.

If you’d like to catch up with the first two books in the trilogy before Book Three releases on June 19th:

Born of Desire and Blood
Betrayed by Desire and Blood

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Horny Hump Day 6/11/14: Duncan pushes Kenzi to her limits, and beyond

Here’s a sweet little excerpt from a scene in “Legacy of Desire and Blood: Book Three of the Baobhan Sith Trilogy” (releasing 6/19/14), where Duncan has dragged Kenzi back to the dressing room of an athletic clothing shop, after she dared him to do it. Did I say sweet? What was I thinking?

For readers new to Horny Hump Day, the rule is to include only three sentences from a scene.

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Her back arched as his tongue played around the opening in her ear, and his finger forced its way between her folds. He was being rough with her, thrusting into her tight pussy with first one finger, then another. His fingers were so long and thick that it felt like he already filled her as much as she could be filled.

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Thanks for peeking in with me on Duncan and Kenzi. I hope you enjoyed it.

And if you’d like to catch up with the first two books in the trilogy before Book Three releases on June 19th:

Born of Desire and Blood
Betrayed by Desire and Blood

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Excerpt Three from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”. Oh you kids.

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When last we left our lusty duo (Excerpts One and Two), Duncan had just dragged his beloved–and moistening–Kenzi back to the dressing room of the clothing store, calling her bluff on her dare. He had ordered her to keep silent, then tested her obedience by giving her earlobe a nip. Of course she squealed; any Dom worth the title will make sure he finds reasons for “funishment” of his submissive.

And Duncan does. Let’s be voyeurs and watch.

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She was starting to quiver uncontrollably. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that the simple act of keeping her amorous sounds locked inside could be so intense, so arousing! It made his control over her that much more complete!

Her every molecule wanted to shriek with arousal, with lust, with desire, but he had told her not to make a peep. Yet the scream bubbling up from deep in her core threatened to engulf her senses. She became ever more lightheaded, the longer his hand pressed closed her mouth.

And more wet, if she could judge by what she felt against her steaming inner thighs, and his increasingly coarse breathing as he drew in her fragrance.

His tongue plunged into her ear at the same moment his free hand found its way to her nether lips and parted them. His finger felt rough against her slick, tender skin, and again she moaned with a month’s worth of desire. A month she couldn’t even remember, but her body sure could!

Her back arched as his tongue played around the opening in her ear, and his finger forced its way between her folds. He was being rough with her, thrusting into her tight pussy with first one finger, then another. His fingers were so long and thick! It felt like he already filled her as much as she could be filled.

He withdrew his hand from inside her, and she whimpered. She needed release! But he wasn’t finished with her. As she watched, wide–eyed over his large hand covering her mouth, he reached down and grabbed the shredded shirt she had been wearing. Tearing a long strip from it that was several inches wide, he wound the strip into a tight cord, then tied a plum–sized knot in the center of its length.

“Open your mouth,” he told her, removing his hand from her lips.

She felt her eyes widen even more as she understood what he was about to do. It sent a quake through her body, and she began to shiver uncontrollably. He was so powerful! There was nothing she could do.

She opened her mouth, her trembling giving him a moving target as he fitted the knot between her lips and teeth, and tied the free ends of the cloth behind her head. The knot was big enough that it forced her mouth to open wide. She bit down on the knot, feeling its hardness against her teeth. She pushed on it with her tongue, and it pushed her tongue right back to the rear of her mouth, where the only way she could hold it was in a curled up position.

“Try to talk,” he ordered her.

She tried, but nothing except grunts came out.

“Scream,” he commanded.

She did that too, but it was a muffled “hunh!”

He looked at her and smiled. The smile was dark, and full of male desire, the kind that made a girl feel like she would be swept away on its tidal intensity. Her quivering shot up another level when he picked up the leather belt.

He caressed her cheek in a sudden, tender way. “Do you consent?”

What? She was whirling. Her inner thighs had become more soaked by the moment as he had fastened the cloth around her head. Now he held up the severed halves of the belt.

“Your wrists,” he said, speaking as if he was talking about the weather. “Do you consent?”

Holy fuck! Here, in the dressing room of a public shop?

Yes! Oh mother of all fucking fuck–gods, yes! But she couldn’t talk. And had apparently forgotten how to send her thoughts to him.

But he read her eyes and chuckled, a deep, dangerous sound that only made her shaking worse. Or better. She was feeling her moisture wetting her knees now. When would he fuck her and put her out of her misery?

“Turn,” he ordered.

She turned, obedient to him, her naked, heavy breasts jiggling a little as she did, and she heard him catch his breath as he stared at her heated flesh. She was so happy he loved her curves and voluptuousness. She put her hands behind her back without being told, crossing her wrists for him.

In a flash he had bound her wrists with the leather belt. The rough underside of the leather scratched the soft skin of her wrists in a way that did nothing to calm her trembling. She flexed and wiggled her fingers against the bond. Without him saying it, she knew she would be in trouble if she broke the leather with her sith strength, and she vowed not to do that.

He spun her around to face him, the sudden movement making her gasp. The knot in her mouth was becoming soaked with her saliva, and some of it began to trickle around the gag and down her chin.

He tilted her face up so she could look him in the eyes. He looked so fierce, she almost couldn’t do it, but he held her fast.

“I am going to take you,” he said, his voice so low it vibrated in her chest, in her pussy.

You are…? Wait, her thoughts couldn’t get through to his mind. She probed, and realized he was blocking her from sending. It took her a moment, but all of a sudden she realized he wanted her to communicate only with her eyes, with her trembling, with her wetness. He was giving her a taste of their lovemaking as if she was a human girl.

The thought of being human with him, with no shortcuts, mind tricks, or sith strength, almost sent her over the edge with crazed lust. To be completely helpless with this man—not just pretending—would take her to heaven every day of her life!

She nodded, telling him with her lidded eyes to please, please, take her now! But he wasn’t quite finished torturing her, and that only made her want him more frantically.

“I am going to take you,” he said again. “I will take you, and it will be hard, and rough. I will do it because I can.” Then, his eyes softened for just a moment as he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I will do it because I need you so much. You are my world.”

Oh my fucking goodness! She came right to the edge, her pussy throbbing so hard it felt afire.

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We’ll finish this sweet little scene next week. And if you need to change your panties, go ahead. We’ll wait. Oh, you aren’t wearing any?

If you’d like to catch up with the first two books in the trilogy before Book Three releases on June 19th:

Born of Desire and Blood
Betrayed by Desire and Blood

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Excerpt Two from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”. Starting to get real up in here.

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As promised, this week we continue the scene we started last week. And also as promised, things are starting to amp up. (If you missed last week’s post, here you go.)

Duncan and Kenzi are in the clothing store, and she has just dared him to take advantage of her. Don’t you just love a feisty sub?

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His eyes went from that startling azure to midnight in an instant. He pulled her hand, towing her towards the rear of the shop.

His hand was so hot in hers that she thought she would light ablaze. Every cell in her body began tingling. What was he going to do?

That became clear in a moment, when they reached the dressing room. He opened the wooden door to the carpeted cubicle, looked inside and tossed the armload of clothing on the small bench, then took her arm and pushed her in. She stumbled and caught herself, turned to face him, her spine pressed to the rear wall and her hands behind her back. Her heart pounded, and her chest rose and fell as her breathing increased. She felt her nipples harden. He closed the door behind him, and stood between her and escape.

His eyes had gone to deepest cobalt, maybe darker than she’d ever seen.

Sensing her thoughts, he murmured, “A month without you was a long time.”

He was going to devour her!

He stood and looked at her, his eyes locked on hers. Anyone else, it would have been silly and made her giggle, but with him… Oh my. The heat coming from his eyes threatened to set fire to the very air in the fitting room. His full lips parted a little, and he breathed heavy, almost a growl to each of his exhales.

And he just stared at her, taking in her every detail. She felt both exposed, and oh so wanted. Her tummy tightened, followed by a dampness in her sex. Could he make her come just by looking at her like that? If he wanted to, she knew he could.

But he had other ideas as he stepped forward and extended a claw. She held her breath; the claw slashed, and the belt fell away from her waist. Another slice, and the shirt followed the halved belt to the carpet.

And she stood naked before him. Her chest heaved as she fought to draw in air that she didn’t need, but somehow had to have. Her mind began to whirl, and things started making less sense, but at the same time became very clear.

This was where she was meant to be—with him, by his side, forever.

“I’m naked,” she whispered.

“That’s the way I want you,” he said, his voice going deep and rumbly.

Oh, he knew what that did to her, him staying clothed while she was vulnerable and opened to him!

She saw the half–erect shaft outlined in his jeans leap to fully hard.

“They’ll hear,” she said.

“Let them.”

Ooo. She’d had no idea that being with him in a public place could do this to her. Wasn’t that just something nymphs would like? Well, maybe she was a nymph—but she didn’t care. All she knew was that, with him staring at her like that, with his arousal, she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything. Yes, a month was a very long time, even if she’d spent it unconscious.

“I don’t think I can be quiet,” she said.

“You must.”

“But—”

“Shh.”

He stepped to her, pressing himself full–length against her. Oh, it had been so long! She felt the coarseness of his jeans against her soft belly. He was so tall, and she so tiny, that the underside of her heavy, swelling breasts just brushed the top edge of his belt. Her pebble–hard nipples rubbed against the softer cotton of his T–shirt. She could feel the sculpted stone muscles of his belly against her aching tits.

Her arms wrapped around him, her body aching to get even closer to him. She turned her head and pressed her cheek against his broad chest, hearing the deep, subterranean throb of his heart in her ear. She sighed, and her body seemed to soften like wax into him.

How did he always have this effect on her? No matter what had happened to her, to them, as soon as she was in his arms, it all just melted away. Nothing else mattered. He was here, she was with him, and he moved mountains—he literally moved mountains—to keep her by his side.

It was almost overwhelming, the intensity of his love for her. Almost. But if her life was to be filled with that kind of intensity, she would gratefully spend it overwhelmed and giddy.

She felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled at her thoughts. He lowered his head, nuzzled her hair. She wondered how she smelled after being in a cave for a month, but he didn’t seem to mind. He breathed her in even deeper, and his lips touched her cheek in a gossamer kiss, then trailed to her neck.

She tilted her head and shivered as she felt his lips part, his tongue slide against the soft skin of her neck, the delicate, almost invisible hairs there. She trembled again.

His tongue was wet and oh so warm. His breath on her moistened skin was like steam from a boiling kettle. In moments his tongue found its way up the side of her neck to her ear. With a heated exhale that made every follicle on her body tighten and pucker, he circled the shell–like whorls of her ear with the tip of his tongue.

She moaned.

“Be still,” he murmured into her ear. “Do not make a sound.”

Oh, she didn’t know if she could obey him like that! What would he do if she made a noise?

Sensing her thoughts, he drew his right hand up her body, his nails dragging against her skin, catching on her exposed nipple—oh!—and coming up to press his palm over her mouth.

“No sound,” he rumbled.

Oh my! She felt like she’d been taken his prisoner!

She nodded, and he lowered his hand. But as soon as he nipped her earlobe with his sharp teeth, she let out a small squeal.

His palm was back over her lips in a flash. “If that’s the way you want to play it,” he growled.

She was starting to quiver uncontrollably. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that the simple act of keeping her amorous sounds locked inside could be so intense, so arousing! It made his control over her that much more complete!

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I hope you little horndogs are enjoying this scene. Stay tuned for more next week.

And if you haven’t check out the first two books yet, you can either have a spanking, or go to Amazon and get them. Or both.

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Horny Hump Day 6/4/14: Duncan is cunning

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Copyright © 2014 Corey Harper
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A harsh growl rasped from his throat, and Duncan lifted her into the air, holding her aloft with his massive arms. She thought she had offended him with her dirty talk, but no! He tossed her in the air a few inches, caught her in his big hands as he adjusted his grip, and pressed her pussy to his mouth!

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From “Betrayed by Desire and Blood”, now on Amazon.

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Excerpt One from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”. Here we go…

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We’re in the home stretch with the “Baobhan Sith Trilogy”, folks–first of four final excerpts from Book Three to finish out the series. (Then I haven’t a clue what I’m going to post–maybe something about cows with mud boogers hanging from their noses since they seem to be popular, eh, Sheri?)

Anyway.

Our intrepid hero and heroine have just done some (spoiler) things, and are now making a quick stop before doing some more (spoiler) things.

And since you know they are crazy-mad for each other, it won’t be long before… well, you know.

And BTW, if you haven’t seen the cover for Book Three yet:

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Copyright © 2014 Corey Harper
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Duncan pulled the car into a spot in front of one of the taller buildings on the west side of the street, where the SUV could be in the shade. Wisps of afternoon fog were just starting to paint pearl–gray streaks in the blue sky, but had not yet blocked the sun.

Kenzi looked out his window at the store they had parked near. “Women’s athletic clothing?” she said.

“It’s the most practical apparel for our current vigorous lifestyle.”

“That’s logical Duncan talking.”

He took her hand. “I like the way you look in spandex.”

“Oh,” she said, smiling. “Do you really?”

He traced his big thumb across the back of her hand, circling each knuckle. “It makes my blood boil when I see you in it.”

“Wow. Spandex it is, then.” Kenzi tilted her head towards the back seat. “What about them?”

Duncan was careful not to turn and look. “I think they’ll be fine. We’ll keep an ear out in case they change their minds and try to kill each other.”

Duncan lifted the lid on the center console compartment, reached his hand inside. Kenzi saw his fingers tapping a complex rhythm underneath the lip of the compartment, and the entire console compartment clicked and lifted an inch. Duncan pulled it up. Inside was a steel–lined box, filled with cash. Kenzi’s eyes goggled.

“You drive a bank vault around?” she said.

He gave a short chuckle, then looked grim. “Malcolm has no doubt seized as many of my assets as he can find. We don’t have time for me to sort through them. But it’s fine—I’ve stashed currency and gold here and there over the years as a precaution for emergencies.”

“Like buying me clothes.” She leaned over the cash–filled compartment and kissed his cheek.

“That’s emergency number one.” He let his hand trail down her spine, and across the soft curve of her bottom, gave her a soft pat that nevertheless made her jump.

Duncan gathered up what Kenzi thought was an absurd amount of cash just for clothing, and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans. The two of them got out of the car and kept to the shade as they crossed the sidewalk towards the clothing shop.

It was strange, being among regular humans again. Until that moment, Kenzi hadn’t realized how long it had been—was it in Maine, with Otis and his son, that she had last shared space with mortals?

And certainly it had been prior to her newly–awakened craving to feed on warm, living beings. Crossing the sidewalk, dodging pedestrians going about their day, was more difficult than a child passing a chocolate shop without demanding to go in.

Her nostrils flared without her thinking about it, taking in all that delicious warm blood aroma.

“Steady, little one,” Duncan said. He took her hand and squeezed it. She encircled his first two fingers with her small hand and clung to him, drawing her strength from his seemingly endless willpower.

“You asked me earlier if I’d mind giving up being… what we are,” she whispered to him. “More than ever, I want this craving to stop. I can’t stand it!”

“We’ll do whatever we need to do to get there,” he promised her, leading her into the clothing boutique.

Once inside the quiet shop, Kenzi relaxed a little. Only one other female patron was browsing the racks of clothing, and the twenty–something sales clerk sat on a chair behind the counter, reading on her phone. Though both humans smelled yummy, it was less overwhelming than the dozens of people she’d scented outside the shop.

Then Kenzi noticed something as Duncan closed the door behind them: both women came to attention like someone had clapped their hands. The clerk looked up from her reading, and the other shopper froze with a sports bra in her hand. Both women locked their eyes on Duncan.

Kenzi realized she had never seen him among human females, and had never pondered the effect he might have on them. The looks the women were giving him were far more intense than a female might normally give a handsome, muscular man.

Kenzi turned partly away from the women and murmured, “They’re staring at you.”

Duncan looked at her, then around the shop. “Oh. Right. That happens.” He lowered his voice. “It’s a male sith pheromone thing. Makes being a predator that much easier.”

Kenzi could hear the women’s pulses speeding up, see their pupils dilating. Her nostrils flared, and this time not from the scent of blood.

“Umm, we should probably do this quickly, and go,” Kenzi said, sliding her arm through his and pulling herself close to him.

He put his hand atop hers. “You don’t need to rush, sweetness. It will take James awhile to arrive with his delivery. Take your time.”

Oh yeah, right. With another look at the two women, who were all but drooling as they eyed Duncan, Kenzi went to the first rack she came to and started pulling hangers off, tossing the clothing items over her arm. She went to a second rack and did the same.

The clerk stood from behind the counter and came towards them. Her eyes stayed on Duncan the entire time, even when she stood in front of them and asked, “How may I help you today?”

“You may—” Even when Kenzi spoke, the woman didn’t pull her eyes from Duncan, who was looking absently at the array of athletic wear, seemingly unaware of the attention he was receiving. Kenzi stood directly in front of Duncan, between his towering bulk and the salivating clerk.

“Yes, you may help,” Kenzi said, shoving the armload of clothing at the girl. “I’d like to try these on.”

“What?” the clerk said, pulling her eyes from Duncan with obvious reluctance, to more or less focus on Kenzi. “Oh, yes, of course, ma’am. I’ll take these to the fitting room.” Her gaze drifted back to Duncan, and she moved a step closer to him, her chest rising as she breathed him in. “Will there be anything else, sir? I mean, ma’am?”

Ma’am? Kenzi looked younger than even this little slip of a thing. And certainly a lot meaner, if the trollop kept eyeing Duncan the way she was.

Now the other patron came over. “I could use some help, too,” she said, talking to the clerk but looking at Duncan.

This was getting ridiculous. Neither the clerk nor the other customer had even noticed that Kenzi was barefoot, and clad only in a man’s shirt with a belt around the waist. It was Sebastopol, after all, but still. In another minute the two harpies would be crawling all over him, and Kenzi didn’t trust herself not to flick one or both of them across the little shop. And Duncan was apparently oblivious to the whole thing as he looked at a rack of yoga pants. He pulled out two pair, one in royal purple, the other emerald green.

“Like your eyes,” he smiled as he handed the green ones to her.

She checked the tag—the sweet man had handed her size six—switched them for the same colors in her size, faced back towards Duncan. She’d turned her back for ten seconds, and the two overheated women had moved even closer to him. And he was looking at tops now, still unaware that he was the center of attention. She had to get him away from them before someone ended up bloody.

“Duncan, will you help me?” Kenzi said, taking the armload of clothing back from the clerk, who had made no move towards the fitting room.

“Of course, sweetness,” he said, plucking the bundle from her.

In his massive arms, her selection of garb looked tiny, an observation not lost on the other two women either.

“That’s okay,” Kenzi said to the clerk. “He’ll help me.”

“Are you sure?” the clerk said, turning a little sidelong to Duncan and— Good heavens, was she thrusting her rear towards him?

Kenzi grabbed Duncan’s hand. “Yes, it’s fine. Why don’t you help this nice woman here?”

“I’d rather help you,” the clerk said, not even pretending to look at Kenzi this time.

Okay, that was enough! Kenzi knew Duncan’s feelings on the matter, but desperate times. “You help this woman,” Kenzi said, the music of the Binding creeping into her voice. “Now. Be off with you.”

The girl shifted her gaze to Kenzi, who had tried to keep the darkness from tinting her eyes. She didn’t think she’d been entirely successful, because the clerk shrank back a little as her eyes widened. But still she didn’t move from Duncan’s right side, and the other woman flanked his left side.

Criminy! What kind of spell was Duncan casting here, that even her Binding couldn’t punch through?

He had frowned down at her when he heard the melody in her voice.

Don’t you dare look at me like that! Don’t you see what you’re doing to these women?

I… Oh. No, hadn’t noticed. Sorry, my darling. Hang on…

Duncan smiled at the two women on either side of him. “Ladies,” he said. “I am going to assist the love of my life with her fitting. You,” to the clerk, “help her,” the customer, “now.”

Both women came to attention like he’d slapped them, and with looks that reeked of disappointment, but still held hope, the clerk led the other woman to racks at the far end of the store.

“I apologize again, my sweet,” Duncan said to her, taking her hand in his free one. “I haven’t been around human females in some time.”

“I thought they were going to rape you!”

He laughed, a full male sound from deep in his belly that made Kenzi and the two women turn towards him. “Not a chance, darling. I only have nose for you,” he said, flaring his nostrils and breathing her in. “If anyone is to be taken advantage of here, it will be you.”

She held his gaze with her own, her emerald eyes sparkling. A moment longer, then she dropped her eyes. “I dare you,” she whispered.

His eyes went from that startling azure to midnight in an instant. He pulled her hand, towing her towards the rear of the shop.

His hand was so hot in hers that she thought she would light ablaze. Every cell in her body began tingling. What was he going to do?

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Yes, actually, I do like teasing you all (just in case you were wondering).

But don’t worry, there’s more to come (and yes, that will be spelled both ways).

And don’t forget Book Two is out now on Amazon. Book Three will be released June 19th, and is in pre-release on Smashwords.

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