Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Holiday sale!

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Monday, July 16, 2012

Now I'm in USA Today!

I am on a roll with the newspaper mentions recently! First it was the article from my local newspaper, and now best-selling author Michelle Monkou has written an awesome article about me in none other than USA Today! She mentions my works Love My Way, the Corporate series, and my my recent release from Whispers Publishing, "Carried Away." Check it out.

Be sure you show Michelle Monkou some love, too! Check out her books:

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Saturday, July 07, 2012

I was mentioned in an article!

A journalist with The Virginian-Pilot did a phone interview with me a couple of weeks ago to get my perspective on the whole 50 Shades of Grey phenomenon. He just gave me 1 quote, but at least he spelled my name correctly! Here's the link to the article.


Bridget~an erotica author who never goes~Midway

I'm a Hot M.A.M.A.!

A bunch of best-selling multicultural authors from the south are on a blog together called Hot M.A.M.A. (Multicultural Authors of the Mid-Atlantic). Yours truly got to be the first author to post an official author blog post! Check it out at:

Bridget~an erotica author who never goes~Midway

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Autumn and Sean

This week's Sex Scene comes from an anthology with some heart, Coming Together At Last. This scene is from my short story called "Enough Said."

Autumn opened her eyes and rolled onto her side. She crawled over the bed to the nightstand and dove into the drawer where she found a friend she hadn’t used in long, long time. The bright pink plastic phallus hummed and vibrated as soon as Autumn turned the switch at the bottom.

This unique vibrator worked in water. Remembering its capabilities, Autumn ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower in the cramped stall. Without taking off the T-shirt, she got inside, letting the cool water attempt to lower the temperature of her overheated flesh.

She put one foot on the wall next to the spigot and braced her free hand on the built-in soap dish. She slipped the vibrator inside of her, slowly at first. Once she got it all the way inside, she let out a long, low cry. The feeling couldn’t match Sean’s dick, but it was very close.

Autumn moved the vibrator in and out of her at a faster pace. The music echoed in the bathroom. The sound, the smell, the feeling, they were all like Sean, almost. Things like this would have to pacify her in his absence.

The leg supporting her body trembled, and she leaned her head back. Autumn’s stomach compressed into a ball as she squeezed her nipple. The build up to the orgasm churned at a slow pace, but at least she knew she could get there. With Sean, he could just look at her, and she wanted to claw her clothes off and spontaneously combust right on the spot.

As the climax started to build, her strength began to wane. Autumn slipped down the wall, continuing to piston the vibrator in and out of her greedy cunt.

“Sean! Sean! Sean!” Even with her eyes closed, she noticed an immediate shift in the lighting in the stall, as though someone had flashed a light on her.

Autumn opened her eyes and turned to the glow. Sean stood next to the shower stall with the curtain pulled back and carrying a self-satisfied grin. Without a word, he covered her hand holding the vibrator, and he removed it from inside of her. Not bothering to turn it off, he tossed it to the floor.

Autumn hooked her hand behind his head and pulled him, clothed and all, into the small stall. Sean craned his head down to kiss her while both of their hands worked on his shorts, trying to undo them and get them down.

Once his cock was free, Sean took no time in looping his arm under her leg as he guided his head to her pussy. He stared into her eyes as he pushed his way inside of her.

Autumn clawed his wet shirt as it clung to his back and wrapped her other leg around his body. Just like she liked, just what she wanted, he pounded inside her fast and hard. Cramped space or not, he knew how to please her.

Sean massaged her breast as he kissed her, darting his tongue in and out of her mouth. Autumn’s hand moved up the back of his neck to his head where she immediately noticed his new shorter haircut.

At that point, he let her breast go, brought her hand down, carried her outside of the stall to the counter, and left the shower running. The old Autumn would have yelled at Sean for getting the bathroom floor so wet. Now it seemed so trivial.

Sean cupped her ass cheeks as he slid himself in and out. Even with his tan, his cheeks flushed red. Autumn framed his face with her hands. His strong jaw line now had a fine sandpaper grit covering it. Trying to capture a new sensory detail, she smoothed her hands over his face, letting the prickly hairs tickle her palms.

As soon as Autumn felt Sean’s legs shaking, her pussy twitched, tightening around his shaft. The feeling provoked a moan from Sean. He squeezed her ass cheeks, then nibbled her earlobe.

She coiled her legs around his body and released a scream that would have been worthy enough to alert the police. It didn’t take Sean long to follow suit, letting out his own guttural growl to complement her shriek. His muscles tensed in an instant as she felt his hot cum bathing her insides. That feeling she wouldn’t be able to duplicate.

After a tense moment, Sean exhaled. His shoulders and back relaxed as he kissed the side of her face and moved to her mouth. When he broke from the kiss, he said, smiling, “Marry me.”

“Ask me when your dick isn’t inside of me.” Autumn laughed.

The smile dripped from Sean’s face. He pulled out but kept his hold on her. “Marry me.”

Autumn regarded him for a moment. She laughed at first, thinking the joke was still rolling until she noticed how stoic his face had become.

“Marry me,” he said again with the beat of their sex song playing in the background.

Autumn wriggled away from him. “No.”

Hope you enjoyed the scene!


Bridget~an erotica author who never goes~Midway

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Bridget Midway book signing in Tennessee!

I'll be signing my novels Love My Way, Fascination Street, Corporate Seduction, Corporate Desires and Corporate Needs on Saturday, June 23rd from noon to 4 p.m. at Books-A-Million at 190 Collier Drive in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee 37864 during the first annual Rom Fest! For more information on the event, go to their website:


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Saturday, June 16, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Cherish and Perry

This week's Sex Scene Saturday entry comes from my contemporary interracial BDSM erotic romance novella "Casual Fridays" available in ebook through Loose Id.

This offering is one scene between business excutive Cherish Burke and her executive assistant Perry Stone. After work, their roles change dramatically.

Perry stood and followed his little lamb into the shower stall. He positioned her under the streaming water, dousing her delectable body. He watched as the water sluiced over her curves, and at that moment, he envied the element.

Not to be outdone, he lathered his hands in the body wash and placed his hands on her shoulders. Cherish's body melted as though she wanted him to mold her.

Perry eased his hands down her arms to her hands, where he interlaced his fingers with hers. He rested his chin on her shoulder, then wrapped her arms around her waist. In this position, he saw their future. He imagined a life in which he excelled at work, she continued to rock the business world, and at night and on the weekends she would be his little lamb.

He closed his eyes and let his imagination run wild. He thought about the games they could play, both in private and in public.

For so long he'd dreamed of taking her to a play party or to one of his favorite clubs.

Cherish was not the type of woman who he could trot around on a leash.

Perry closed his eyes and rocked their bodies back and forth. Listening to the hiss of the shower and inhaling the fragrant steam wafting up to his nostrils, he was transported to a place in his mind where the life he wanted could be achieved.

If he wanted Cherish Burke to be his 24-7 submissive, he could have that. If he wanted her to wear vibrating panties as she spoke to the President of the United States, he could do that too. And if he wanted to make love to her, fuck her, he would have her.

As they stood in the shower, he thought about how it would be to have sex with her there. He would caress her body, taking pleasure in exploring every inch, every hard and soft spot, every area that would make her cry out for him.

He would take things slow with her, kissing her with such passion that his knees would buckle. He would slide his tongue into her mouth, allowing her to touch and tease it with her tongue, suck it like she would his cock. Then he would play with her breasts, kneading them, squeezing them until she came or close to it.

When he could no longer stand the waiting, he would gently press her against the wall, put her legs around his waist, and enter her so slowly that it would feel like an eternity. He wanted a moment like that to last, to feel her tight, slick pussy walls surround his dick and hold him until he wanted to submit to her.

As he thrust inside her, he would continue to kiss her. During their real weekend relationship, they shared quick pecks, a kiss on the cheek or on the hand, but nothing deep, passionate, loving.

God, had he actually thought about love? Cherish hadn't thought about love with him. Perry knew that. She demanded to know even the minutest details of all her business dealings while at work. So if she truly loved him, wouldn't she have said so? She never bit her tongue in the past.

Instead of being so gentle, as he had imagined before, he would take her, hard. Still in the shower in his imagination, this time he would place her hands on the wall, bring her ass back and take her from behind, pounding in her so hard that her knees would buckle instead of his.

He would fist her thick hair. Her breasts would jiggle with each motion. And she would do the one thing that would make him come so hard and deep inside her—call out his name, his real name. Not Sir or Master.

Perry's imagination prompted his next actions. One hand drifted down between her thighs. Cherish took a step to the side to allow him access. As his thumb brushed over her soft mound, his middle finger swept over her clit.

Cherish sucked air in between her teeth and pushed her ass back against him. When her backside connected to his now engorged cock, she moaned.

The reaction spurred him on to do more, take more. Perry slid his middle finger inside her. Her wet channel gripped his digit.

Cherish clamped down on his arms. Her shoulder hoisted his head up higher, which meant she probably stood on her tiptoes. If he wanted, he could slide himself inside her right now.

Perry pulled his finger out of her long enough to push her against the stall wall. As wide as Cherish's eyes got, he surmised that he'd either surprised or excited her. Either way, she didn't appear disappointed.

Without saying a word, with just the motion of his hand, he got her to put her foot on the side of the tub, giving him full access to her pussy. Perry stepped closer in between her legs.

Presented with this perfect moment, the perfect woman, and a need so potent it consumed him, Perry wanted so much to enter her, to finally make her his. He held both of her wrists in his hand and held them against the wall over her head. With his other hand, he held his cock.

Perry had her. He had the control. He mastered this situation. And right now, he wanted to possess her body.

He positioned the tip of his penis toward her vagina just as she said, “Do it. Take me. Just fuck me. Please.”

The demand should have prompted him to do what she requested. Instead Perry saw it as another way Cherish showed her control over him. If he fucked her, she would think he did it because she wanted it.

Perry took a step to the side. He released his cock in order to slide his index finger inside her. In response, Cherish ground down on his cock substitute and growled so loudly that he knew the whole floor must have heard her.

As he plunged his finger inside her, she undulated her hips, riding him so hard that Perry didn't have to imagine what it would be like to finally bed this tigress. He brought his lips dangerously close to hers. He ached to taste her.

Fuck! When did the lines blur between him wanting to be her Dom and wishing to be her lover?

Perry slipped a second finger inside her. This time he did catch her standing on tiptoe on the one foot she used to stabilize herself. He wasn't sure if the moisture running down his back came from the showerhead or his sweat from watching this beautiful woman move.

Not wanting to torture her anymore, he pressed his face next to hers and growled, “Come.”

With no more provocation than that, Cherish screamed. She pressed her pussy down onto his fingers and held herself there as she rode her wave of pleasure.

When her breathing evened, Perry eased his fingers out of her. He pressed them against her lips. Watching her lick her own juices prickled his skin.

Cherish stared at him. A smile crept its way up at the corner of her mouth. “Now what?”

Perry had been thinking the same thing. Now what would he do?

He connected gazes with her and said, “Talk.”

Sweating yet? I hope so! Of course there's more between this dynamic duo.

If you want to read other hot scenes, check out blogs from these other authors.

Yvette Hines

Alexis Ke

Leigh Ellwood

Monique Lamont

Aliyah Burke

Stay sexy,


Saturday, June 09, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Maybelline and Winston

This week's Sex Scene Saturday offering comes from the first book that starts the Corporate series, Corporate Seduction, available in ebook and in print from Phaze Books. Enjoy May and Winston as they get it on. Mmmmm!

Win set her on her feet, then took a second to gaze at her after he flipped on the light.

In desperation, she clawed at his shirt, ripping off buttons and sending them flying across the room. He pulled her skirt down then yanked her top over her head.

May didn’t care where her clothes landed. She wanted to feel him on top of her, inside her, possessing her senses, her pleasure. Having his cock in her mouth didn’t feel strange. She wanted it there. She wanted to please him. To feel his hardness against her tongue and listen to him moan made her wet.

It was then she realized the true exchange of power. Even when she’d dominated him at The Oh Club, she pleased him. And when he dominated her at work, he made her happy.

She would have felt guilty about the blowjob, but Winston had already admitted before she knew who he was and before he realized who she was at The Oh Club that he no longer had a girlfriend. So, he and Courtney had broken up. Big shock.

Once she was naked, Winston stopped and stared at her sitting on his bed.

“What?” May wanted to keep the action going. Whatever had stopped Win, he needed to get over it.

But, he said nothing. He just looked at her body as though it was the first time he’d seen it. Maybe he was amazed at seeing her naked in his house, on his bed.

Reaching into the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a string of wrapped condoms. Instead of opening one of the packages and sliding one on, he handed it to her.

“Put one on me.”

Obediently, she unwrapped the thin membrane and sheathed him, sliding it all the way down over his impressive hardness. She prepared to lie back on the bed when he took her hand and brought her to her feet. Taking her to his dresser with a large mirror behind it, he placed her hands on it and brought her legs back and apart so that she was bending over.

In a teasing fashion, he slid the head up and down over her wet nether lips. She pushed herself back to get him inside of her but he held onto her waist, keeping her in her position.

Rubbing it against her clit, she moaned. He brought the tip up to her opening and, with the easiness of a skilled surgeon, he slid himself inside to only halfway.

“Win, please.” Her legs trembled.

“Yes, Maybelline. Tell me what you want. Say it.”

She could tell he spoke through gritted teeth.

“Fuck me, Win. I need to feel you inside of me.”

As soon as she said the words, he pushed himself inside of her to the hilt. Her body writhed against his. She squeezed her eyelids shut as she suppressed the urge to have an immediate orgasm from the entry.

Holding onto her hips, he made long, slow thrusts. This man knew how to pleasure her, how to own her body. Her fingernails clawed the surface of his dresser.

“Look at us, Maybelline. Open your eyes.”

With great reluctance, she did so. His tanned body and her light, chestnut-colored skin complemented each other beautifully.

She watched his expression over her shoulder. He tried staring back at her in the reflection, but occasionally he would close his eyes and bite his lower lip.

A thin layer of sweat covered his face and body. His large hands possessed her hips, squeezing them hard to let her know he would not be letting her go any time soon.

Bending over, he kissed her shoulder then the back of her neck. The feeling of his warm, firm lips against her skin caused her skin to tingle and her heart to pound. She forgot that this man was her boss. Winston Biggers was a man. Right now she was his woman.

His hand slid around to her waist then traveled down between her legs where he expertly found her clitoris. The tip of his finger rubbed it until her body undulated, pushing back against him, then moved forward onto his hand. His other hand glided along her midsection to her breast where he cupped it, massaged it in his hand, and let her nipple twirl around his thumb and forefinger.

With his arms around her body and his full length inside of her, she felt captured. It was a bondage she wasn’t looking to escape. She didn’t just need sex; she needed Winston.

May turned her head and kissed his upper arm that was closest to her face. Saltiness laced his damp flesh as he continued to rock against her, moving in and out of her with increasing speed.

“Maybelline! Christ, you’re so tight! So wet. Don’t come.” His arms squeezed her tighter as though he were trying to suppress his own need for sexual explosion.

“Please, Win.” She grabbed his hand that was between her legs and pushed it against her even more. “I can’t hold out much longer.”

In a surprising move, Winston pulled out of her, turned her around, sat her on the dresser, then wrapped her legs around him just as he entered her again.

May screamed and had to hold onto his shoulders. Staring into his now dark blue eyes, she understood his need for them to face one another before the climax.

She tightened her legs around him. His hands grabbed her ass as he pounded into her. When she felt his body shaking along with hers, she knew he was just as close to coming as she was.

“Now, May! Now!” he exclaimed.

With her head leaned back and her fingernails embedded into his skin, May let out a scream that echoed off his walls.

Winston, on the other hand, growled. His hand fisted her hair as he made a final, deep plunge inside of her. They held that position, clutching each other for what seemed like eternity.

When he finally pulled back, Winston moved his mouth over to hers like he wanted to kiss her. The session would have ended perfectly with the kiss.

May turned her head.

How was that for a scene about sleeping with your boss? If you like that, you need to check out blogs for these other authors:

Sascha Illyvich

Tilly Greene

Jennifer Armintrout

Stella Price

Sandy Sullivan

Stay sexy,


Bridget~an erotica author who never goes~Midway!

Saturday, June 02, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Edna and Burton

This week's sexy, sexy sex scene for Sex Scene Saturday comes from my contemporary interracial BDSM erotic romance, Corporate Desires, available in ebook and print through Phaze Books. The hot couple this time is former Domme Edna, aka Madame Z, and her new office manager, Burton McCutcheon. Who said working in an office is boring?

Burton got in Edna’s face. “Tell me what you want, Edna. You want me to take control? Is that it?”

As though she lost her ability to speak, Edna responded with a nod. Her compliance turned Burton’s dick to steel.

“Fine.” He reached under her skirt and hooked his thumbs into the sides of her pantyhose. In one tug, he pulled down her pantyhose and panties. “Take off your shoes.” He pointed to the gauzy black and lace material around her ankles.

For this task, Edna didn’t hesitate. She kicked off her heels and removed the undergarments. Obediently, she waited for the next task.

For the next step, Burton peered down at his pants.

As though he said the command out loud, Edna undid his pants. She lowered his boxers. As soon as she did, Burton took her hand and wrapped it around his shaft.

“Are you wet?” He hoped to God her eagerness matched his.

Again, she nodded. For now, that response would do. Later he would have to come up with a set of rules for her.

“Good.” Burton grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so that she faced his desk. She planted her hands on top of it. Then he moved her legs apart.

“All I need for you to do is listen out for the front door.” Burton pulled up her skirt to her waist. He licked his lips while staring at her rounded ass.

She tried turning her head. “Better said than done. If I’m thinking about who’s coming in the door, I won’t be able to—”

Burton fisted her hair. From her gasp, she must not have expected it. From the way she pushed her ass back into him, she must have wanted more.

In her ear, he growled, “I’m going to fuck you like I should have fucked you last night.”

He held the base of his cock, and in one hard thrust was inside of her. Her pussy welcomed him in a pool of juices. Thank God she wanted this!

Edna showed how much she liked this new side of him by releasing a long, loud cry. Christ, she came already. If Burton didn’t control himself, he would shoot his load just from thinking about it.

“Yeah, that’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Burton’s rhythm stayed consistent, delving in deeper with each plunge.

Edna answered again with a nod, as much as she could with Burton’s tight grip in her hair.

“Say it! I want to hear you say it!”

“Yes, Burton! You feel so good!” She curved her foot around his leg. “Make me come again.”

Burton pumped harder. The muscles in his arms tensed. His sac tightened. Every cell in his body wanted a sweet release inside of her.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Don’t fucking come.”

It would be torture for him also, but now that he had Edna at his mercy, he wouldn’t let her go.

Edna clawed the top of his desk. He felt her trembling. In that moment, he wanted every bit of her, body and soul.

“I need to—need to—”

“Don’t come.” Burton knew deep down the restriction would excite her. Certainly it energized him to watch her squirming, fighting against the need.

“Fuck! Fuck!” She tilted her head and thrust her hips back.

“Not yet, baby.” Burton peered over her head.

In front of the building through the glass doors, he watched Lipsky walking toward the door. A knot formed in Burton’s stomach.

He should have stopped, but no way would he deny Edna her climax.

Come on. As usual, go back to your car because you forgot something.

Lipsky touched the door handle.

Edna reached back and held Burton’s head. The sound, the scent, the touch, Burton could have ripped off all of his clothes right there and continued fucking Edna on top of his desk.

Sweat dripped down Burton’s temple. He watched Lipsky open the first set of doors, then stop before hitting the second set. His boss snapped his fingers and turned around.

Thank God. Burton released a long, haggard breath.

“Tell me what you want. I want to hear it.”

The thick walls of her pussy tightened around him. Burton knew she couldn’t hold out for much longer.

“I—I—I want to come! Please! Let me before Lipsky gets here!”

If she only knew.

“Now, Edna! Now!”

From just his command, Edna screamed as she came. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, God, Burton!”

Listening to her reach orgasm, it took Burton no time in coming deep inside of her. He held himself in her tight pussy, savoring the feeling.

“I wish I could taste you.” Burton slid out of her.

Edna turned to him. A look of wonder filled her eyes. “What’s changed about you?”

Burton pulled up his pants. “I could ask the same thing about you but the boss is here.”

Edna whipped her head around. She must have seen Lipsky at the door. “Shit!” She pulled down her skirt.

“Give me your pantyhose and panties.” Burton held out his hand.

Without question, Edna handed him the garments.

He tucked them in his desk drawer. “Go clean up. I’ll hold him off.”

Hope you enjoyed that scene! I certainly had fun writing it. Now if you're still feeling the need to release some pent-up energy, check out these five other scenes from these other authors.

Sascha Illyvich

Diana DeRicci

Jenn LeBlanc

Jessa Slade

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Bridget~an erotica author who never goes~Midway

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Princess and Erik

For this week's Sex Scene Saturday is a steamy scene with hot dominants Princess and Erik, or as they're known in the BDSM world Mistress Agony and Master Pain, from my contemporary interracial BDSM erotic romance novel Corporate Needs available in ebook and print through Phaze Books.

Wearing the drawstring white pants he’d just played in, he padded down the long hallway to Princess’s room. Between steps, intermittent images of Princess flashed in his mind. Princess in her leather skirt. Princess in her sundress. Slipping a corset on her and tightening it around her body, her breasts, cinching in her tiny waist.

By the time he got to her door, sweat rolled down his back. He pounded her door with his fist.

Princess swung it open with as much fervor. “Are you crazy? Why are you pounding on my door like that?”

The door next to hers opened. Dipshit stood with his hands up like a begging dog and a leash hanging from his mouth.

“Not now.” She pointed to her pet.

Dipshit sulked back into his room.

Princess stepped backwards into her room. Erik took that as an invitation.

“That was a rotten thing to do to your client.” Erik strained to keep his gaze from dropping down to check out her body hidden underneath a billowy but short yellow dress. “He needed you.”

“Verbal humiliation is his thing.” Princess adopted the same stance as Erik, arms crossed and angry. “I know you didn’t march all the way over here to lecture me on how I treat my sub, right? Besides, I’m the one who needs to be mad at you.”

Erik felt every wrinkle on his forehead crease even harder. “Mad at me for what? Ever since you’ve met me, you’ve intruded on my life. First you heckle me at my first demonstration.”

“You stole my BDSM name.” She pointed her finger at him.

“Do you really think that you are the only one in the BDSM community with the name Mistress Pain?”

“I spelled it in a cute way, P-A-Y-N-E.”

“It all sounds the same.” Damn, she was cute when she said that. Erik continued, “Then you interrupted my exercising session this morning. And the last straw was when you barged in during my scene. What in the world could I have done that would make you mad at me, especially with everything you’ve done to me so far?”

“Because of all of the crap you said at breakfast, I hardly had an appetite during lunch.”

“You mean during your date?”

“It wasn’t a date.” She flipped her braids off her shoulder. “Why do you seem to care what I do with another employee here? Shouldn’t you be worried about your own business?”

Erik smiled. “When I become your supervisor, this will be one of my concerns.”

She glowered and shook her head. “Eat shit. You storm in this place like you own it and everything in here, and now you want to tell me what to do. Is that why you came down here? You wanted to keep gloating?”

He put his hands on his waist. “No. I wanted to tell you that your little intrusion earlier before my session made me break my concentration. In the twenty years I’ve been a Dom, I’ve never broken my concentration during a play session.”

“And you’re blaming me for that?” Princess chuckled and took a couple of steps toward him, closing in on the gap between them. “And just what were you thinking about, Master Pain?”

Erik’s heartbeat accelerated. Staring at her mouth, the curve of her breast under her dress, the smoothness of her dark skin, he felt so out of control. He watched her body, scanning it for clues, signs, any sort of indication that a reaction from him would be welcomed.

So far Princess had mirrored his actions…until now. After making her inquiry, her gaze dropped. The motion lasted less than a millisecond, but long enough for someone who studied the human body, both as a job and as a lifestyle, to catch the change in attitude. She wrung her hands together as though anticipating something, a command from him maybe.

Light streaming from her window projected through her thin dress to show off her dark areolas. As though he willed it, her nipples hardened. He caught her breath quickening. He watched her pink tongue sliding over her plump bottom lip.

In one smooth motion, Erik framed her face and pressed his lips against hers. As he suspected, they were soft, supple, seductive. She moaned, at least he hoped that noise that groaned through her throat constituted as a moan and not a grunt or any other noise made out of disgust.

His thumbs caressed her cheeks. Her skin matched the feeling of smooth velvet. The texture forced him to imagine what her pussy would feel like with his cock inside of her, sliding in and out. What would she taste like? Would she submit to him?

Submit? Christ, what was he doing? Erik jerked back at the same time that the realization hit him that he was kissing a co-worker, another Dominant.

“Shit!” Erik stared at Princess.

With her eyes wide and her mouth agape, Princess looked as stunned as Erik felt. “Fuck!”

He raked his fingers through his hair, but never broke eye contact with her. “Shit.” How the hell would he explain the kiss to Win? He would have to tell him. If he didn’t, Princess would.

Princess covered her mouth as she left her gaze directed to the floor. “Fuck.”

When she peered up to stare at him—not with shock, but with wonder, like she pondered over possibilities, like Erik had been doing since he’d entered the room—his cock began to engorge.

“Shit.” Why was he so panicked? He and Princess were adults. They hadn’t broken any laws or rules. They shared a moment of mutual attraction satisfied by the kiss.

Princess ran her hands over her stomach and down her legs, gripping the hem of her dress once her hands reached it. “Fuck.”

Now what she said didn’t sound like a pissed off explicative. If Erik wasn’t mistaken, she made it sound like a request.

“Shit.” He’d be a fool to turn away from her…if she, indeed, did want him.

Being a Dominant, she gripped the ties on his pants and pulled them to undo them. “Fuck.”

“Shit.” The hell with it. Erik pushed Princess against the wall next to the door.

As she pushed his pants down, he hoisted her dress up to her waist, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. At her height, he had to scoop her under her ass and elevate her high enough to plunge inside of her.

With one hand holding her, and one leg wrapped around his hips, Erik dipped his fingers in between her pussy lips and found her completely wet as well as clean-shaven.

Princess reached down and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. “Fuck.” Her eyes widened as though she hadn’t expected him to be hard, or maybe it was the size.

Erik didn’t care about what she must have thought. Her touch alone almost made him come. “Shit.” No time to wait or waste.

Erik helped Princess guide the head of his cock to her awaiting hole. In one thrust he pushed inside of her tightness.

“Fuck!” She gripped his shoulders, tightened her legs around him, and curved her hips to allow him a deeper access.

“Shit!” Erik thrust in and out of her. He had imagined she would be tight. What he experienced blew him away.

Most women he’d had sex with felt as though their bodies were made for him. Not Princess. Nothing about her seemed tailor-made for him. Not her height, not her style, not her manner. But, damn if this didn’t feel good. It felt so right.

As he pumped in and out of her, he wrapped her braids around his hand and pulled her head back, making her look up at him, yield to him, realize that if she wanted this, she would belong to him.

In turn, Princess fisted his hair. Each time he tugged her hair, she yanked his until their tug-of-war almost became comical.

Erik dipped his head down far enough to lick her long neck. When he got up to her chin, she pulled his hair up so that she could direct him to her lips. Hungrily, he devoured her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip and invading her mouth with his tongue.

She accepted everything he did, not one whimper, not one cry, not one complaint. Not that he had expected her to do so.

Erik gripped the skinny strap of her dress and pulled it down, exposing her breast. He wanted to suckle it, nibble on her pert nipple, make her cry out for more. Instead he massaged it in his hand. He rolled her hardened nipple around his thumb until she emitted a moan. Then he placed her sensitive pebble between his thumb and index finger and squeezed it.

The pressure caused her to scream, “Fuck!”

Her inner vaginal walls constricted around his cock.

“Shit!” Erik felt her need. He knew she would have to come soon, and damn if he didn’t want to as well.

He stared into her eyes. In that moment—both of them panting, in such great need and desire, ready to explode—they shared an unspoken conversation about what would happen after all of this.

From the light he saw now fading from her eyes, he knew she saw no future between them. If he gauged her reaction correctly, Erik should have been relieved. He’d weakened, and, better yet, he got Princess to crumble. He could use that to his advantage, especially for that dungeon master position.

He gave her nipple another hard squeeze, this time sustaining it until, with legs thrashing and her fingernails raking his bare back, she came hard. Her legs twitched as Erik had his own release deep inside of her. He held himself still, holding his breath until his legs quaked and his lungs burned. Every muscle tensed as though working in concert for this one act, this one orgasm.

After a beat, Erik released a long breath and kissed the side of Princess’s face.

When he brought his head up, he stared at her and she stared back at him. At the same time she said, “Fuck” when he said, “Shit.”

A soft rapping sounded at Princess’s door. “Go away, Dipshit.”

“Um, this is Winston.”

Erik pulled out of Princess and helped her regain her footing on the floor. The sound of Winston’s voice sobered Erik to the reality of what just happened.

Winston said through the door, “I need to see you in my office. Now.”

Princess glanced at Erik. “Okay. I’ll be there in a bit.”

Erik listened for Winston’s heavy footfalls to know when he walked away.

A few seconds later, Erik heard, “And Erik, you come along with her, okay?”


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Friday, May 18, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Eminence and Tank

This week's offering is a steamy excerpt of Eminence and Tank's love -- or lust -- featured in "Last Call" through Whispers Publishing.

Tank hated himself for succumbing to his primal urges. When he got in a room alone with Eminence, he’d forgotten what a strong pull she had over him. As soon as he pressed his lips on hers, time reverted back to the very last occasion he’d kissed her. He didn’t remember her lips being as supple. Her breasts had gotten bigger, firmer.

Please, God, don’t let them be fake.

When he slipped his tongue into her mouth, Eminence pushed him back. Too much, too soon, too bad.

“What the hell?” She reared her hand back and delivered a solid smack across his face. “After all of this time, did you seriously expect that I would just forget everything that’s happened and welcome you with open arms?”

Tank didn’t say anything, mainly because he didn’t register what Eminence had said. Inside of his body, he battled against wanting to tell her off and stripping her down and fucking her raw.

Eminence planted her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Now I get it. You and Jordie are still together.” She snickered. “Should have figured.” Then she snatched her purse from the desk. “I hope the two of you have a great life together.” She turned to the door.

Seeing Eminence walk away from him again snapped Tank out of his lusty haze. As a scared kid protecting a friend, he’d let her disappear from his life once. As a man who had had his integrity questioned, the hell if he would let that happen again without speaking his mind.

“No, you don’t.” Tank ran around to the door and blocked her path. “You’re going to listen to me. And don’t interrupt me.”

“You don’t know me to—”

Tank framed her face in his hands then pressed his lips onto hers. She tried pushing him off, but he wouldn’t budge. As he kissed her, he walked her back to a corner in the office. He blocked her path by planting his arms on either sides of her.

“You have false imprisonment started on your list of charges. Keep racking them up.” Defiant as always, Eminence crossed her arms over her chest again and pursed her full lips.

Mistake. If she didn’t want to be kissed again, she should definitely draw her sexy lips back. “What are you, a lawyer now?” He attempted to gain eye contact, but Eminence kept her gaze moving around, from the ceiling to the floor to over his shoulder.

“If I were, you would be in deep shit.” She propped one foot against the wall in order to jut out her knee to keep a barrier between them.

“I know what you saw that day with me and Jordyna.” Tank lowered his voice. “But it wasn’t what you think.”

“I’ll tell you what I saw. I saw my former best friend trying to fuck my man, and my man with his tongue down her throat.” Eminence poked Tank’s chest with her index finger.

He noticed that she peered down at her hand and that she felt his chest again as though trying to check its legitimacy. To encourage her to feel more, Tank flexed his chest muscles.

Eminence swallowed hard, peered up at Tank, then drew her hand back while jutting her chin out again.

“That’s not what happened. J came to me as a friend to talk about something personal. I was comforting her when you walked in.”

“Comforting? Is that what you kids called it?”

To silence her, Tank kissed Eminence again. She didn’t stop him, didn’t struggle. Perhaps she started to succumb to him. Surely he started to fall under her unintended spell.

When he pulled back, he said, “Nothing else happened.”

With a shaky voice, Eminence asked, “If that’s the case, why didn’t you come after me and tell me all of this right there and then? You let me go.”

Tank bowed his head. Not going after Eminence that day had been the biggest regret of his life. But he had a fragile friend to soothe. With what she told him, he couldn’t leave her. At the time, he thought Eminence would wait for him, that he would have time to explain. Time had escaped him. She wouldn’t escape him now.

“What she told me wasn’t for me to share. If you want to know what happened, you’ll have to ask her yourself.”


When Tank arrested her mouth with his, he managed to slide his tongue into hers. This time she didn’t pull away. Her body melded to his. She lowered her foot and welcomed his body.

When she placed her hand on his shoulder, she, at first, started to push him back. Then she curved her hand behind his arm and pulled him forward. It wasn’t until she allowed a small moan to creep through her throat that she sobered to the situation.

Eminence turned her head. “So that’s sexual assault to be added to your charges.”

“Really?” Tank lowered his hands to grasp her thighs. “Then I had better make this good. I would hate to go to jail for nothing.”

When he stood, he slid his hands under her miniscule skirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Eminence asked the question in an indignant manner. However, she didn’t stop him. She rested her hands on top of his forearms as though encouraging him to do what he’d planned on doing next.

“Checking to see if you’re still a thong girl.” He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties. “Just tell me later.” He pulled them down then pressed her back against the wall.

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Saturday, May 12, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Master Z and Flutter

From "Carried Away" a contemporary interracial BDSM erotic romance novella on sale from Whispers Publishing.

Xander walked toward her. He couldn’t resist the pull, the overwhelming attraction. “So you don’t want to dance?”

As she kept her stare directly on his eyes, she shook her head again, slower and more deliberate. She released the shoes she held, letting them fall to the floor with a crash.

“Tell me what you want.”

When her back hit the wall behind her, Summer wasted no time in snaking her hand the back of his head. She pulled his head down and kissed him hard enough to not mistake her intention.

Xander felt her lips parting. Before her tongue could slide out, he pulled back from her but still kept the proximity.

“Tell me.” He growled the request again. “What do you want, Summer?” He’d almost slipped and called her by her scene name. He licked her upper lip as her mouth moved like she wanted to speak but couldn’t. “Tell me what you want.”

Breathlessly, she said, “Kiss me. Touch me.” She placed his hands on her hips. “Fuck me.”

Summer stating her needs so brazenly made his cock hard enough to drive nails through oak. Xander slipped his hands over her smooth-as-silk thighs up to her panties. He hooked his fingers into the sides of them and pulled them down her legs.

Before he could touch her intimately, Summer pulled at his shirt and attempted to get it over his head. He helped her, pulling off the garment and tossing it to the floor. Then he grabbed her hands into both of his and held them over her head against the wall with one hand.
Xander stared into her eyes to gauge her reaction. When she seemed more excited than scared, he continued, crushing his lips against hers.
He slid his tongue into her mouth, teasing the tip of hers with his. With his free hand, he cupped her breast through her dress.

“Xander.” Between kisses, she whispered his name.

From her lips, it sounded heavenly.

He let her go long enough to take off her dress. Underneath she had on flesh-colored lace bra. Her areolas showed off nicely through the fabric. When he gazed down, he found her completely shaven—just like he wanted.

“Beautiful.” Xander reached behind her to undo her bra.

Summer wriggled out of the garment and tossed it on top of her discarded dress. He bent over and captured one delectable orb into his mouth. He thought her lips tasted sweet. Her flesh made him want to devour her even more. Xander brushed his teeth over her nipple.

Summer gasped and raked her nails over his bare back.

He slipped his fingers over her nether lips, slick with her juices. Her pungent aroma matched the sweet ocean smell. Summer moved her hips back and forth in concert with his manipulations.

Xander slipped one finger inside her tight hole, eliciting an audible gasp. As he moved his mouth over to her other tit, he slipped a second finger into her tight pussy. Her thick inner walls gripped his digits, a preview for what his cock would experience.

Summer’s knees buckled. Before she could hit the floor, Xander pulled his fingers from her dampness and swept her up in his arms.

“No.” Summer shook her head. “More. Please.”

Xander kissed her forehead. “Trust me. You’ll get more.”

"Carried Away" blurb:

What happens when you can’t face your perfect man?

Summer Carter faces that dilemma as her two best friends, Kathryn Maynard and Leya Greenwood, convince her to honor their pact and take her adventure. She flees to a tropical Hawaiian paradise when she can’t face her online Dom, Xander. The reality of the relationship and what she really wants in a man is too much for her to face.

Xander Houston never saw himself as a Dom who would need to look for a submissive on a personals site. But when he encounters a witty and intriguing profile for a submissive named End of Summer, he strikes up a fast friendship with her. Months later, she still refuses to meet him face to face, and he tells her he’s going to take a break.

Coincidentally, both end up in Hawaii on separate vacations. When Xander finds her and figures out who she is, he cooks up a plan to sweep her off her feet, not as a Dom, but just as Xander.

When Summer discovers the truth, will she run away from her secret Dom or will she allowed herself to get carried away?

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