Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Just Another Wedding



Part Five
A romance serial based on Alien Adoration
© by Jessica E. Subject

*explicit content*

Them? She brought multiple condoms for an overnight stay at the hotel? How many guys did she expect to have in one night? “Um, I only need one.”
Pepper yanked out a strip of foil packages, brushing them across her nipples. “I’m willing to bet otherwise.”

He groaned. Head spinning, he gripped the door frame of the bathroom. He’d hit the jackpot with this woman. Or so he hoped.

Legs spread open, she trailed her fingers along her wet pussy. “Get over here, Mr. Bank Manager. Let’s get started.”

Not caring if he ripped something, he stripped off his clothes before joining her on the bed. He expected to crawl on top of her, plunge right in. But she met him on her knees, her more-than-a-handful breasts pressed against his chest. His muscles tightened when she grabbed his balls. Yet, as she massaged him, he relaxed, save for his engorged cock.

Wrapping his arms around her, he reclaimed her soft, full lips, imagining them wrapped around his dick. With a strangled groan, he thrust toward her. Need consumed every last thought.

He grabbed her ass, pulling her tighter. His entire body shook with restrained control. She made him feel desirable for the first time in months.
Slipping from his grasp, she leaned down in front of him, her fingers surrounding his cock. She licked the tip, the movement sending him straight to heaven.

“Don’t tease me. I like that way too much.”

She took him in her mouth, sucking his swollen head, circling his shaft with her tongue. Though he tried to stop, he couldn’t fight the urge to drive into her. And she didn’t stop, simply taking him deeper with every thrust.
A heavy weight filled his body. God, no. It’s too soon.

He pulled out, the orgasm barreling through him, his seed spilling into his open hand.

“I’m sorry.” He couldn’t look at her, shame quickly taking the place of the satisfaction of release.

Something soft touched his skin. A towel. Pepper wiped his hand and his softening shaft. She stared up at him, a light smile across her lips. “No need to be sorry. Now, lie back. We’re far from finished.”

His stomach twisted. He hadn’t gone for a second or third round in years.
Settling on the bed, he stroked his shaft, praying he had at least one more in him. The rip of a foil package did the trick, making him instantly hard and ready to go again. This time, he would make sure Pepper came first.

***

Pinching the tip of the condom, she rolled the thin barrier over him. With the taste of his salty syrup still on her tongue, she met his lips for a chaste kiss. The foreplay in the hallway had not been enough. He left her hungry for more. An entire night of ecstasy. Even with his quick release, she yearned for her own satisfaction.

She straddled his waist, lining the tip of his cock to her folds. Taking in a little at a time, she adjusted to his thickness. Then she let go, sinking all the way on. A whimper escaped from her lips. Exactly what she’d been craving. She placed her palms on his chest, arching back. The perfect angle. He’d touched her G-spot the instant she settled on top of him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

His cock pulsed. With a groan in response, he clutched her hips. She rocked along with him, her nerve endings lighting up with every movement. Pressure built inside her, a bomb about to detonate. She dug her fingers into his chest, losing control. With a strangled cry, she burst, shattering into a million pieces.

Bill grunted below her, not yet letting go. His motions became more frenzied, extending her orgasm. Her breaths came in short gasps. She couldn’t handle much more, her head ready to explode.

A roar echoed through the room. He bucked under her, his cock convulsing inside her sensitive walls. Her own release leapt to new heights, setting off fireworks in her mind. She collapsed onto his chest, her entire time with him filled with new experiences.

A one-night stand, the best of her life. Though she hoped for more, more stress-reducing releases, and more of Bill. A future? If he was willing.

***

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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Alien Adoration

Alien Adoration
Alien Next Door book 1
By Jessica E. Subject
Erotic Sci-Fi Romance
ISBN: 978-0991932009

Erotic dreams fill her with need…
Night after night, Rachel fantasizes about her sexy, playboy neighbor. But in her small town, no one changes, least of all the bad boy next door. But when Luke rescues her not once but twice from disastrous dates, she dares to believe her knight in black leather armor may be the right man for her after all. 

Until she learns the truth...
Life on Earth has never been easy for Luke. Stranded as a little boy, he struggled to craft an existence for himself, but he never forgot the first human he met--and he never stopped wanting to see her again. Returning to Hanton, Luke longs for Rachel. Yet, nothing goes as he plans, and Rachel barely notices him. Convincing her he isn't like all the jerks she's dated means telling her the truth, but can she handle it? 
Can she overcome her fears, or will she deny her alien adoration and leave him stranded once more?
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Excerpt:
“Need a lift?”
The voice was deep and masculine, one she didn’t hear very often, but would recognize anywhere. Luke. Wonderful! He wouldn’t talk to me before, but now that I’m topless and sopping wet, he notices me.
She circled slowly to stare at the leather-clad figure sitting atop his motorcycle. The visor of his helmet covered most of his face, leaving only his luscious lips and deep, jutting chin, covered in light stubble, exposed. What would they feel like against her lips? Between her legs? Her body tingled.
“Earth to Rachel. Do you need a lift, or should I leave you here in the pouring rain?”
Oh God, he knows my name. Since they’d never actually talked—she’d only heard him greeting his dates—her name on his lips came as a surprise. “Um, yes, I’d appreciate a ride.” On his Harley, and if she was lucky, in his bed. Anywhere. Her romance-first rule didn’t apply to him. He’d already seduced her plenty in her dreams.
Remaining on his bike, he yanked a helmet from his saddlebag and held it out to her. “What happened to your pretty blouse?”
Pretty blouse? He’d seen her earlier? “I….” Fluttering rolled through her stomach. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
She grabbed the helmet from him, fit it over her soaked hair, and buckled the chinstrap. Straddling the seat behind him, she fumbled with her hands, wondering where to place them, no bar behind her to hold on to. Oh, what it would be like to wrap her arms around him, lean against his wide back covered in leather. But what if he didn’t want her to touch him?
Luke pushed off from the curb. “I suggest you hold onto me or you’re going to fall off.”
The bike lurched forward with a roar. She clasped her hands around his waist, her fingers coming together temptingly close to his manhood, cheek pressed to his cowskin jacket. His deep chuckle reverberated across her skin.
“I told you to hang on.”
And she could lean on him forever. Being so close to him with pure raw power between her legs moved her better than any fantasy she had ever created. But what is going to happen when he takes me home? Or will he invite me to his house instead?
She pressed her lips together. Sure, she wanted to know what lay under his tight pants, but she refused to be another conquest. I can’t handle it.
He drove into her driveway too soon, leaning the bike over enough for her to slip off. She removed the helmet and handed it back to him. “Thank you. I appreciate the ride.”
Tucking the helmet away, he nodded. “You want to come over for coffee?”
That and more. Though she refused to go anywhere in her state of disarray. “Um, no, I’m kind of wet.”
“Another time, then?”

She nodded. Shit, why did I say no? They could strip down together and have all kinds of fun. But he drove away before she had a chance to retract her words.


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   Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. 
   When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
   Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers.
   Jessica is a member of RWA and the Toronto Romance Writers chapter, EPIC, and Savvy Authors. She blogs weekly at Backward Momentum, and monthly at Paranormal Romantics. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.


Other Works
From Decadent Publishing

1Night Stand

The Edge

Elatia

The Challenge series

The Underground

Single Titles

Coming Soon
Another Night, Another Planet (1Night Stand/Elatia)
Never Gonna Desert You (The Underground)

Indie Titles

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Monday, May 27, 2013

Becca Dale Finds Sweet Satisfaction

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Blurb:
Terrified of her submissive nature, Kate Hastings refuses to give a man control of her life. Somehow, faking a wild and confident personality scares her less than facing reality--the heated longing for her sexy best friend and her deep-seated need for domination. Trouble is, none of the passive men she's dated do it for her.

Victim to a family curse, Connor Wallace can love only one woman his entire life—Kate. Yet, she insists on keeping him firmly in friend mode. Determined to prove he's more than friend material, he sets out to fulfill her greatest fantasies, even if it means tying her up to get her attention.

When passion and protective instincts collide, something has to give, but will the impact lead to broken hearts or sweet satisfaction?

Excerpt: Language warning NC17. Word count 381

   Connor leaned down and pressed his lips to her ear. “Think of how much fun you could have with a guy like Kurt.”
   He surely didn’t mean sexually. Connor had never even made an off color joke around her. His good-guy mind didn’t run along those lines, but hers unfortunately did. The image of her and Kurt trying to do it caught her off guard and a laugh burst out before she could stop it. They wouldn’t even be able to kiss while he was inside her and mutual oral would definitely be out unless one or both of them were double jointed, and she sure as hell wasn’t.
Connor hugged her closer. “What’s funny?”
   “Nothing.” How had she missed the way his body fit to hers? His groin nestled against her lower belly, and if she rose to her toes…Shit, knock it off! But the image of lying with him while she sucked his cock, and his gorgeous mouth did delicious things to her clit would not fade. Fucking him would be easy, like he was custom built to pleasure her. A shiver raced up her spine, and she snuggled closer.
   “Cold, Katelyn?’
   She shook her head but did not back away from the warm comfort of his chest. His strong arms cradled her, protective and solid, making her feel safe but needy. The last thought spiraled through her, triggering unease. The man was dangerous. Controlled and persuasive with a sense of humor, good qualities for a lawyer, a killer-bad combination in every other way. He stopped moving, simply holding her until she lifted her head. 
“What?”
   His eyes teased. “I thought you’d fallen asleep. The music ended.”
   She hated when guys laughed at her. It pissed her off. But Connor never seemed to make fun, only enjoy life in general. Still, she pushed from his embrace and walked off the dance floor.
   Catching her arm, he pulled her to the side. “Want a drink?”
   No! The man had too much animal magnetism most days, always restrained but never far from the surface despite his easy smile. Drinking, eating, or any other ing with her favorite hottie other than hiking or talking was off limits, and even those had potential hazards. He’d get ideas she wasn’t strong enough to handle.

Author Bio:
Becca Dale writes erotic romance with what many readers consider sweet-heat. Her publishers often encourage Her to test her limits, but she jokingly told her first editor that she is Naughty Enough. Fans have encouraged Becca to continue that philosophy. So while her work carries an erotic heat level, the emotional impact is equally high. It remains her goal to test and explore reader's fantasies through characters that could be the girl next door or the woman in the mirror.

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Friday, May 24, 2013

My (not-so-secret) Obsession...

Yum. Just yum.
To go along with getting outted on another blog, Alcide and Other Obsessions, I’ll just lay it all out right here, give you the low down, tell-all for my obsession with Daniel Craig.

Once upon a time, there was a girl (okay, a woman. Okay, a not-so-young-at-that woman), who was at a crossroads in her life. Five kids, husband out of work, looking at a fifth move in four years (in four states), and this little lady was tired. And ready for something to jump start her life.

Casino Royale, the long-awaited James Bond movie comes out and she goes to see it for her birthday.

Epiphany. Major epiphany.

During the opening credits (the fabulous song, You Know My Name, by Chris Cornell), this lady heard a little voice that said, “Write a book.”
Long story short, she wrote it. And that’s how an obsession became my good fortune. Fortunately as well, 007 saved another damsel in distress (although the one in Casino Royale bought the farm). 

Everyone thinks Mr. Craig is kissing his lovely wife, 
Rachel Weisz here, but it's really me.