24 hour Wooden Spoon Challenge – The Naiad, A Cookie Club Romance
I accepted the challenge and found the prologue to my next Cookie Club Romance! If you’d like to read the other stories, the links are here:
There are many more to come, I think…as the challenges go on, but here is the first bit of The Naiad
“Oh, look, Cecilia! It’s the cutest little store.”
Hannah smoothed her black apron printed with the store logo, Sensual Delights as the two women pushed through the doorway and crooned over the display of soaps and bath salts, candles and other good smelling things. The woman who’d first noticed her place of business lifted a lavender scented candle in a bell jar and sniffed.
“Oh, this is lovely.” She waved it toward Hannah. “Are you having an after Christmas sale?”
Hannah rolled her eyes. As did most of the travelers coming through town on their way to the ski slopes this time of year, the pair were clad in stretchy pants and long clingy sweaters, and they had plenty of money to pay her full price. But also at this time of year, the customers felt that everything should be as close to free as possible.
It sucked out the bit that was left of her holiday spirit. But she twisted her lips in the best imitation of a smile she could muster and led Cecilia and her friend to a table where she’d marked down a number of items.
None of them were spelled.
Hannah’s best products held magical properties that drew the customers, that called to them. She noted that the first woman still held the lavender candle in her hand, probably unaware. She needed peace, serenity in her life, but her desire to save a few dollars warred with her true desires.
She spent many of her off hours reconfiguring the spells in her late aunt’s book of shadows and sought to use them for the benefit of family, customers…and of course her friends from the cookie club. Sometimes things backfired, but with the wild designs the local nail salon inflicted on people, blue and black striped nails simply seemed to be a fashion statement. And if her cookies intended to up a kindergarten class’s interest in good, healthful milk caused her sexy next door neighbor to forget his lactose intolerance…well it was a small price to pay.
As the two skiers pawed through the sale table, the bell above the door rang—odd because it hadn’t been working in quite some time—and a thin woman stumbled in. Gangly, blonde hair in a long braid down her back, she glanced from left to right. Who did she think to find in the store? At first, Hannah thought she was a teenager, but the fine lines by her eyes placed her at least in her late twenties. Her parka was unzipped to reveal a bump under the sweater underneath.
But rather than the glowing joy she expected to see in a pregnant woman, the woman radiated anxiety, and the hand that repeatedly went to her belly clutched rather than caressed. Even when she’d been abandoned by the father of her own child, Pansy, she’d never felt as bad as she sensed this mother-to-be did.
Closing her eyes, she muttered a spell and then opened them again. As she’d hoped, the bedraggled woman reached for a pair of tapers held together by a single wick. Their scent of lilac, the scent of mother’s sacrifice, and orange blossom, the traditional wedding flower told her what she needed to know.
Soon the bargain shoppers wandered out the door without buying anything and since nobody else was there, Hannah came around the corner and approached the young pregnant woman.
“Would you like to buy the candles?”
She seemed startled, her hand jerking and one of the candles snapping away. “No, I can’t, that is I….”
Hannah took her elbow and steered her toward the back of the shop. “You don’t have the funds?”
The woman nodded and Hannah settled her in a chair.
“It doesn’t matter. Those are for you. Let me make you some tea. I have a blend of raspberry leaf and peppermint that I enjoyed when I was pregnant with my daughter.”
Hannah turned on the electric kettle and measured tea into the blue ceramic pot. Soon they sat side by side, sipping the beverage—even not pregnant, Hannah found it tasty. In fact, very tasty. Her guest had a sad tale of abandonment, just like her, but Hannah now was in a relationship with the wizard next door and he wasn’t going anywhere.
She patted the girl’s back and made comforting sounds as outside the blue sky clouded and the first fat drops of rain began to fall. And fall, until a downpour pounded on the roof, lighting streaked across the sky and thunder growled.
“Wow,” she said. “Snow flurries were predicted, but this rain is a surprise. I would have said it was too cold for rain.
Marie—her guest—turned a mournful face on her, tears streaking down her cheeks. “I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your listening to me.” A fresh wash of moisture poured from her eyes and outside the rain sheeted down the window. “I never dreamed I’d find myself in this position. When I left my spring—” Marie froze, her eyes filled with alarm. “I have to go.”
Holy cow. “Wait, you don’t have to leave. You’re a naiad, right?” And the first one she’d met, but the water nymph’s tears seemed to correspond with the weather. Even more than common kindness, she feared if she didn’t stop her, the town would be flooded.
Wide eyes and a trembling chin confirmed her suspicions, and Hannah hurried to hug the girl “Marie, you don’t have to be frightened. We’re all friends here and if you need help, to get back to your spring, or a place to stay until you have your baby, just calm down. We can make it work.”
Jerrin would shake his head and scowl, but in the end her formerly jet-setting wizard would support her decision. His kind heart had overwhelmed his cold, ritzy upbringing.
“I…I couldn’t!” Marie said. As tears continued to flow, a puddle formed at her feet. “It would be too much trouble. I’ll just find a motel room or somewhere until I can figure out what to do. Alroy comes through here every year. He has a daughter here; the mother won’t let him see her though.”
God. Hannah leapt to her feet and gaped at her visitor. “Alroy. Traveling wizard? Came to town, spent a few nights….and you ended up pregnant?” The bastard!
She sniffed. “Yes, but he doesn’t know about the baby and I don’t have any other way to get in touch with him. He says his daughter’s mom is a real ballbuster.”
Rage suffused Hannah and in her belly her second daughter, this one Jerrin’s, somersaulted. She gave her bulge a pat and sucked in a breath. “We have a lot to talk about, Marie.” She thrust out a hand. “Meet the ballbuster. And if Alroy’s been through here, he’s never had the guts to stop by.”
“Oh, no!” The waterworks increased, as the little nymph dropped her head to the counter and wept as if her heart would break. “This was my only hope. I can’t go back; my tribe won’t accept the halfling baby until she’s old enough to determine whether she has the water genes. And that’s at least five or six years old.”
Hannah thought quickly. She and Jerrin still had their two houses, side by side, although they spent most nights in hers—depending on how his remodeling efforts went. Her sexy amazing wizard was trying to fix the decrepit place up “the human way,” with varying degrees of success. But the downstairs was done, and there was no reason Marie couldn’t hole up in the den until she had somewhere else to go. Another thought occurred.
“Marie, I don’t know any other naiads personally, only by reputation, so I don’t want to offend but since you have nowhere else to go, what do you think about working here for a bit? My assistant was called away to take care of her ill sister, and I could use the help.”
Marie blinked at her. “You would do that for me?” The tears slowed, giving Hannah hope for the town’s future without arks
“Your baby is my Pansy’s sister. And my unborn daughter’s distant cousin. And I once was where you are now.”
Wiping her eyes, thankfully no longer spilling crystal droplets, Marie sniffled. “You are pregnant with another wizard’s child? I may be naïve, but even I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.”
Hannah didn’t take offense. The naiad’s comment was exactly what she might have said when she was pregnant with Pansy. “My wizard is not anything like his cousin. In fact, he’s not anything like the rest of the family. When we have more time, I will tell you all about it, but I think when you meet him, you’ll understand. Alroy has charismas; he’s charmed the pants off more than just you and I although I am not aware of other children. Jerrin is…well, he’s special.” Just how special, she couldn’t even express. But his behavior would speak for itself. “Look, it’s getting dark out and I can close just a little early. All the tourists are off the slopes and back at the lodges cleaning up for dinner somewhere.”
She moved to the front of the store and flipped the sign to closed, spinning the lock. As she began to turn away, a movement across the street caught her eye. A lean figure strode along, looking neither left nor right, and she swallowed hard. Should she tell Marie what she’d seen? How could further contact with the man who’d abandoned them both be helpful. As she stared, he disappeared around a corner and she doubted her own eyes. Perhaps it had been another man of his general build. After all, she hadn’t seen Alroy in nearly seven years.
It was logical her imagination might be getting away from her under the circumstances. What she couldn’t understand was why the wizard had even shared that he had a daughter with the naiad. What she’d managed to glean about him hadn’t been from his own lips . In fact, she’d learned more from Jerrin who barely knew his customer than she’d learned from the man who’d shared her bed and given her a child.
“Marie,” she asked, pulling the heavy draperies over the window behind the display of bath and body products, “how long were you and Alroy together?”
Marie poured tea into the delicate china cup and took a long sip. “About a year. I met him in the forest near my home while I was berry picking one summer day, a year and a half ago. Then he turned up again the next day and the next.” She drank more tea, her eyes glazed in memory. Hannah could almost see the pretty nymph and Alroy among the trees and meadows. Marie had the gift of projection.
Bright summer sun streamed through the leaves as the slim girl, long hair waving in the breeze, danced naked around the trees and splashed through a stream. Alroy chased her, laughing, his face open in a way she’d never seen. In the brighter light, the greenish blue of the girl’s complexion glowed with health. She ducked under a branch and crouched beside a low bush heavy with crimson berries. The wizard slowed, prowling, peering left and right, calling her name and tugging his black shirt off as he moved
“Come here, nymph.” He brushed aside a branch that blocked his path and paused, listening. “I will have you today.”
Marie panted, both eager for him and frightened. It would be her first time, and it would be today, he was right. No warnings from the elders could keep her from him, the one meant for her. Standing, she stepped from behind the bush and stood, hands at her sides. With a growl, Alroy leapt for her and swept her into his arms. She cried out but parted her lips in welcome for his kiss. He bore her to the ground and buried his face in her throat, murmuring endearments.
Hannah gasped and wrenched herself from the intimate vision. The heat she’d seen in Alroy’s eyes, through Marie’s perspective, the quirk in his full lips, there’s been none of that in his casual, charming seduction of her. If Alroy was indeed in town, he wasn’t there to see her or Pansy. He followed his true mate, even if he didn’t know it. And while Jerrin was all the father her daughter needed, one day she’d want to know more about the man who’d given half her biological material.
Everything had changed. The universe spun on, offering its twists and turns and once again, she’d never seen it coming. Her Cookie Club friends would never believe this one!
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‘Twas the Night Before Spankmas Part 2
This story is the completion of what was originaly posted here on Ana’s Advent Calendar. I asked for readers to help me complete the story and so here is the full version. Merry Christmas to all of my readers and friends! May it be the merriest ever!
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’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the dungeon
Missy Sue had strewn greenery to fight winter’s doldrums
The floggers were hung on their hooks with great care
In hopes that someone playful might soon be there
And Missy Sue in her nightie
And her Sir, hand raised to slap
Were settled on the sofa
She was over his lap
The sharp buzz of the doorbell jerked Missy Sue out of her daze. With her silky red Christmas nightie lifted over her back and her bare bottom stinging from the holiday spanking Kevin called her first present, she glared at the door. Their new cat, Barlow, rode past on the Roomba, further breaking the mood.
“Don’t answer it.” She drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to regain the space she so enjoyed. The scent of the Christmas tree just a couple of feet from her nose and the spicy mulled wine on the stove combined with the flickering Yule log in the fireplace to create a magical ambiance for their first Christmas as husband and wife. “It’s probably more of those freaky neighbors. Mr. Anderson was chasing old lady Hendrix when Mrs. Blakely caught him, and they all groped at each other then disappeared into his house.” What was it about an old wrinkled fellow of at least eighty in light-up Rudolph boxers that brought out the animal in the ladies?
He brought his hand down in a sharp swat and she jumped. “You topping from over my lap, Missy?”
She shook her head. “No, sir, it’s just that…owww.”
“I hate to say it but they might call us freaky if they got a look at the Kinky Kingdom downstairs.”
“At least we keep in in the house!”
From out on the porch there arose such a rapping
Kevin swooped her to her feet and gave her bottom a whapping
Away to the doorway she flew like a flash
Peeked through the peephole
And opened the door with a clash
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave a luster of midday to objects below
When what to her wondering eye should appear
But a special surprise from Kevin so dear
With a tall sexy lady so gorgeous and sweet
She knew in a moment she was her Christmas treat
Her eyes how they twinkled,
Her dimples so merry
Her cheeks were like roses
Her nose like a cherry
The cold air whipped around them but Missy was stunned to ecstatic silence. On the steps stood the sexiest blonde witch ever, their good friend and sometimes playmate, in a long, black coat open to reveal an elegant red wrap dress molded to her voluptuous breasts, with a wide black leather belt along her small waist and flaring over her hips. Her arms were filled with boxes and she had a twinkle in her eye. “Regine!” This must be her second present! “I thought you were in Florida on business…when did you get back?”
“Merry Christmas, Regine.” Kevin appeared beside her, chuckling. “Let me take some of those packages from you.” He relieved her of all of them and added a lingering kiss to her lips.
Missy watched with pleasure.
Their friend was a switch, which made for interesting times, since she never knew until they got started which role the blonde was taking
Missy’s cheeks heated, but Regine, with her arms now free, used them to embrace Missy, holding her tight and dipping her head to press her chilled lips against hers. Missy shivered from the cold and the kiss and slipped rapidly back toward the subspace she’d been riding when the doorbell rang. Regine’s tongue teased her lips apart and lapped the inside of her mouth with the same slow strokes she’d used on several occasions when Missy was tied down, her legs spread eagled and her pussy bared to….
“Missy!” Kevin’s firm voice drew her back again. What was it about these two together who could send her off into places she’d never dreamed even existed. Places of mindless ecstasy, of endless orgasms, of…. She gulped and tried to even her breathing as Regine left one arm wrapped around her waist, only stepping aside to shrug off her coat and hang it on the coatrack and they moved over to the fireplace together. Kevin closed the door with a click and flicked off the lights. Behind them, she heard the rustle as he laid the gifts under the tree with the others. Even though Regine hadn’t agreed to spend the holidays with them, claiming she didn’t want to come home from her meetings for a few days and have to fly right back to Florida,
Only the multicolored glow of the twinkling tree lights and the red-orange flames of the burning log provided any illumination. Missy’s heart thudded in anticipation of their night together. When Kevin took her arm and drew her down to the fluffy rug in front of the hearth, she noticed he still held one small package wrapped in shiny red paper tied with a giant gold bow.
He lifted it and showed it to Regine, who’d followed them down and sat on the rug on the other side of Missy. “This the one?”
Regine nodded and smiled, showing so many teeth, Missy knew she was in trouble. They’d gone from A Visit from Saint Nicholas to another sort of tale entirely.
“My what big teeth you have,” she murmured and the other two laughed.
“The better to eat you with, my darling,” Regine replied in kind, and Missy’s stomach flipped.
Regine urged her to sit up and grasped the hem of her silky nighty. She tugged it over her head and Missy sat naked between the two people she would most choose to spend Christmas with. Regine still wore her red dress, which draped over her over-the-knee heeled black leather boots and her handsome husband his maroon robe unbelted over black silk pajama pants tented with his erection. Her mouth watered…for both of them.
But her eyes were drawn to the wrapped gift. “Sir…what is it?”
He grinned at Regine and winked. “How would I know? Perhaps you should ask Regine.” He knew, the devil, but he was like a child at Christmas. In fact, she’d fallen in love with him on their third date when he invited her to dinner and they ended up driving around town instead, admiring Christmas lights.
Still, she could play along. “Regine, what’s in the box?”
Rather than answering, the blonde bent past her to kiss Kevin and the issue of a gift drifted into the back of Missy’s mind. The flames in the fireplace cast their faces in shadow, but surrounded them in a halo of light. Dark hair and pale, they were so elegant, so beautiful her heart squeezed in yearning. She felt so ordinary, so earthbound next to them. But, at the same time, Missy soaked in the magic their kiss brought to the night.
To Christmas, the most magical night of the year, when dreams came true.
Kevin and Regine held their kiss for a long, sweet moment. She marveled that no jealousy marred the relationship that grew between the three of them
A relationship.
The first time she’d thought of it in that way.
But it was true. Their times together had stretched from overnights to weekends. And Regine spent more time at their home then her own. Perhaps she didn’t need a separate home? Watching the two break apart and turn to focus on her, she decided to wait until morning. Over their special Christmas pancakes, golden and dripping with real maple syrup. For tonight, she would show them how much she cared by making herself theirs in every way she could think of.
“What do you want of me?”
Regine took the gift box from Kevin and held it out to her. “Merry Christmas, Missy Sue. From Kevin and me.”
In trembling hands, she accepted the package and untied the wide ribbon. A sex toy!
What would it be?
Those red velvet Santa cuffs lined with white fur she’d spotted in the catalogue?
The clit and nipple clips she’d been dying to experience?
A candy cane vibrator?
What fabulous and exotic treat awaited? She gave the box a shake and glanced from Kevin to Regine. The conniving pair lounged on either side with—in Kevin’s case—a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Unable to wait a moment more, she ripped the paper from the package and balled it up, tossing it in the fireplace. The flames flared with a blue and orange intensity and caught her attention for a moment before she turned it back to the present on her lap. Opening the top flaps she stared inside in disbelief.
No fur cuffs….no clit and/or nipple clips…not even a vibrator.
Fishing among the brightly colored paper shreds, she drew out a plastic squeeze bottle. “Chocolate syrup?”
Regine’s laughter pealed. “And caramel. And cherries.”
Kevin chuckled. “In fact, everything we need to make a sundae. Well, almost. The whipped cream is in the fridge.”
A little disappointed, she murmured. “And the ice cream is in the freezer, I guess.”
Regine dropped a kiss on her lips. “No ice cream. And the present isn’t really for you.”
Now she was just confused. “Then who is it for?
Kevin kissed her forehead. “It’s for us. We’re going to cover you in toppings then eat.”
“Oh my….” She allowed them to press her back to the floor. “This is going to ruin the rug.”
“We’ll buy another one.”
Her pulse raced as they pulled the toppings out of the box and Regine disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a three-pack of aerosol whipped cream from the local big box store. Along with the chocolate and caramel in squirt bottles, they had purchased a jar of marshmallow fluff, chopped nuts, and a jar of maraschino cherries. A few pieces of silverware, straws…. They were really taking this seriously.
Regine unbelted the big buckle at her waist and let the belt slide to the floor with a wink. Missy shivered. The blonde witch—because it hadn’t just been a costume! Their new playmate was a card-carrying witch who practiced the Craft and could come up with a spell for any occasion—shrugged her dress from her shoulders and it pooled over the belt. Missy felt a bit of relief when it was covered although she had no doubt they would not forget its presence. Soon Kevin and Regine were as naked as Missy. It seemed that while they didn’t mind washing the rug, they didn’t plan to have to wash all their clothes.
Kneeling on either side of her, they each took up a squirt bottle, and she closed her eyes in anticipation.
“Open them, Missy.” Kevin’s Sir voice. Play had officially begun.
“Yes, sir.” She blinked and flicked her gaze from one to the other. Almost in unison, they lifted their bottles and dribbled a stream of chilly sweetness on each of her breasts. Her nipples peaked instantly, but the evil pair continues with their work, painting designs along her torso and over her hips. “Any particular significance to those squiggles?”
Regine nodded. “Magical symbols to bring us all love and happiness in the coming year.” Wow.
Kevin nudged her legs open and squirted a dollop of caramel into her swollen folds. He licked his lips and her breath hitched. “Looking sweet, Missy.” He chuckled. He looked magnificent with the flames flickering off his muscular chest and six-pack. His biceps bulged when he gave a squirt on the base of her throat and set the bottle to the side. Next, he scooped up marshmallow fluff and smeared it over her caramel and chocolate covered nipples.
Regine handed a can of whipped cream to Kevin and they continued their slow torture, squirting it until her torso was covered with a snowy mountain of cream. “Open your mouth, Missy,” she said with a twinkle. When Missy obeyed, Regine filled her mouth to the brim and bent close. She lapped at the creamy sweetness until she reached Missy’s tongue in the mix and then lapped at that until Missy responded in a flurry of pleasure.
While she struggled to draw breath, Regine withdrew and after Kevin added a sprinkling of chopped nuts to her breasts, Regine followed with a cherry on each and they leaned back and smiled at each other.
“What a picture,” Kevin said. “Seems a shame to mar its perfection.”
“You look do look perfect, sweetie, but my mouth is watering to taste that cherry.” Regine bent and lifted the cherry off the nearest nipple with her teeth, the layers of cream and syrup keeping her from making any contact at all with Missy’s breast. She lifted a hand to grab her head but Regine tsked. “ No, no, no…. Kevin grab the green package.”
He disappeared and returned, yanking a ribbon off. Missy was glad to see that…she didn’t want to waste any time. From the box came a pair of fur Santa cuffs. “Yes!” she shouted in joy. Santa had read her list!
Helping her to sit slightly, he brought her wrists close together and cuffed them then laid her back down. “Remember, you speak only when spoken to unless it’s your safeword.” They’d all played together often enough limits were set, rules in place, and she trusted them but the safeword was always there…just in case.
“Yes, Sir.”
Regine was stripping the paper from another package Missy hadn’t seen Kevin bring over. Merry Christmas, Missy!” She lifted a candy cane…a candy cane vibrator! Yay, Santa! “Legs a bit wider, please.” Missy obeyed and Regine slid the straight part of the cane in about halfway. “We’ll get back to that.” Oh God. A surge of moisture trickled from her pussy and her inner muscles clamped around the stick. It had several speeds, if it was the one she’d wished for, and the curved end had a second mini clit vibrator.
Regine bent toward her and nuzzled her throat, licking and sucking at the sticky skin then worked her way down over her collarbone and onto the upper curve of her breast. Kevin started at her hip and worked his way up. They gobbled at her, each inch of skin coming alive under their warm mouths and nibbling teeth, rough lapping tongues, until they met at the nipples. Her eyes fluttered but she fought to keep them open—but failed.
“Missy!” Kevin’s sharp rebuke sent a shock through her and she opened her eyes again to see Regine holding her belt. “That will be five strokes of the belt. Keep them open.”
“Yes, Sir.” The belt had to be two inches wide…she’d be striped. Not that that was a bad thing….
“But not now,” Regine said, reaching across Missy’s body to kiss him long and slow. Her heart warmed along with her already flushed body. “We are still enjoying our Missy sundae.”
“I suppose,” he said, smiling down at her. “One thing at a time. Besides, who knows how many more she will earn and we can just take care of that on Christmas morning. I think tonight is for treats.” He bent again and continued to lick the syrups and whipped cream and marshmallow fluff off her skin, heading south this time, toward her aching pussy. Regine returned to laving the sweetness from her nipples,
Kevin shifted to lie between her legs and flicked a switch on the candy cane. The stick began to vibrate and she shuddered in instant pleasure. He lapped at her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth, nibbling just hard enough to send her close to coming…but she knew better. Her cuffed hands clenched. Regine bit down on her nipple and her tongue flicked at the trapped peak. If she didn’t get to….
Kevin lifted his head and winked at her. “Come, Missy….” She did, with an earth-shattering pleasure that sent her spinning into darkness, shivering and trembling, whimpering while it went on and on and on….
“Missy!” Her eyes fluttered open again.
“Oh, no…how many?”
Regine giggled. “Five. Not because you disobeyed but because I want a turn, too. I had a hard time finding the belt, you know.”
They sat on either side of her again, having moved sometime while she was in the throes of orgasm. Kevin reached between her legs and pushed the vibrating cane all the way in so the short end lay against her clit and flicked the switch again.
“No, it’s too soon, I—”
“Ten more,” they chorused.
“For talking without leave.” Kevin smiled at her. “Just lie there and enjoy the ride. And the view.” He rose and helped Regine to her feet. “While I fuck this lovely lady.” The candy cane hummed between her legs and Missy did as he asked, lay back and watched while in the light and shadow of the fire, the two people she loved best in the world made love to one another.
Kevin sat in the armchair and Regine straddled his lap, taking his hard cock into her and rocking, breasts bouncing. She kissed him and Missy smiled. Just before the candy cane took her into yet another mind-blowing orgasm, she reflected on all the gifts and remembered she still had a spanking to come. And half a dozen presents still under the tree! Maybe those nipple and clit clamps were in there somewhere…. And she had her own gifts for them!
Who said Santa wasn’t real?
Kate Richards always writes a holiday ménage, inspired by all the love in the air. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached at https://katerichards.wordpress.com. Her holiday ménages, Avalon for Christmas, Two Men and a Virgin, and Two Dads for Christmas are available at Amazon.com and all your favorite online bookstores
Razor! A Beyond Fairytales Cover Reveal
Jon’s Cover Reveal for Razor
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Jon’s blurb and excerpt (Not finalized):
Blurb
James and Micah both face serious illness. Checking off things from their bucket lists, they find themselves drawn to a club like none they’d ever experienced. From the doorman’s leather kilt, to the waiter’s jockstrap uniform, they thought they had seen it all, when a tower of masculinity in leather and stainless steel walks onto the stage and turns the couples lives upside down and inside out.
Excerpt
Micah made the landing and stood watching James ascend. A few seconds later, he reached the top and looked around. They found themselves outside a door almost as dark as the night, set into a wall of cimmerian brick that disappeared into the gloom on either side. The doorman standing beside it was equally striking. He stood taller than James’s six feet, and wore only a black leather kilt and heavy boots that seemed to consume the lower part of his muscular legs. No one would dare challenge the man. His torso rippled in ways James had never seen before. His face was rugged, covered with a few days scruff trimmed precisely along his jawline. Before he could think of what they should do, the doorman spoke.
“Welcome to Razor. What’s your pleasure tonight?”
He stood speechless as the deep bass of the man’s voice resonated through the night. “The music. The music is wonderful. We caught it from a few blocks off and wanted to hear more.”
A smile emerged on the man’s face and changed him from executioner to guardian. “Of course, the music. You’ve found the right place. Just in time, too. Tonight is drawing to a close.”
He grasped the bronze door pull that was easily as long and thick as James’s forearm and opened the massive door with little apparent effort. He motioned them into the portal with a wave of his hand. “Go. Enjoy yourself.”
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Fierce by Sabrina York When her best friend sets her up on a blind date–for sex–Katie is determined to resist…until she sets eyes on Sebastian, the most irresistible man she’s ever met.
Melody’s Wolf by Mina Carter
Money, fame, looks—rock star and werewolf Aaron Rixx has it all, except the one thing that truly matters…love. He never anticipates Madame Eve might find the one woman on the planet who doesn’t recognise him on sight.
The Marquis and the Mistress by Dominique Eastwick
Take one heartbroken Earl, a mistress with a secret, and 1Night Stand date. Result: one hell of a spicy reunion.
Sweet Irish Kiss by JoAnne Kenrick
1Night Stand dating service shakes and stirs things up for Bell’s Irish Pub and makes a match seemingly made in heaven for divorced workaholic Shaun Bell…until morning rolls around and he can’t bring himself to say good-bye. Can he win her over with his secret weapon, a Sweet Irish Kiss, or is Rachel still too scared to love?
A Dance with Death by Louisa Bacio
A dance between life and death…
When an accident threatens to cancel the evening of romance, Isabella and Raul will have to dance to a new beat.
The Two and the Proud by Heather Long
Thrown together by chance on a 1Night Stand, Rowdy and Kim have a combusible chemistry, but do these two jarheads have what it takes?
Two Men and a Virgin by Kate Richards
Friends to lovers on a 1Night Stand in Castle Alaska. Andi’s taking a chance her two best friends can become the men in her life.
Pharaoh, Mine by Kerry Adrienne A lonely veterinarian gets a little help from Madame Eve to seek comfort and possibility in the arms of a young pharaoh. Can a 1NS in Ancient Egypt be the answers they’ve both been seeking?
A Different Class by Leigh Ellwood Glenn is mired in the past, while Rod prefers to forget it. 1Night Stand sets up these two former classmates on a reunion neither will soon forget
A Hard Day’s Knight by Cate Masters Tired of running from a witch’s curse, Lance wants the one thing he can’t have with Gwen: time. Can a 1Night Stand change their fates?
Curve My Appetite by Melissa Kendall
A curvy woman and the man of her dreams. Can Sally go through with her one night stand when she discovers who it is she has been set up with or is she doomed to spend the rest of her life alone?
Celestial Seduction by Jessica E. Subject
Scarred after her divorce, Carrie applies to 1Night Stand to experience an evening of pleasure, something long forgotten. But, can one night with an alien lead to forever love?
Unsportsmanlike Conduct by Angela S. Stone
Owen is so far in the closet that even the dust bunnies don’t know he’s there, but when his teammates unknowingly set him up with sexy cop Addison for a 1Night stand, can he take his shot at love, or will he let the best thing that ever happened to him walk away?
Accidentally Beautiful by Deanna Wadsworth
1Night Stand concierge Martin just met a sexy Dom during his tropical vacation, but is their erotic encounter really an accident? Or did Madame Eve plan the perfect night for this sub without him ever knowing?
This Endris Night by D.L. Jackson
Gunner is in Alaska to recover the wreckage of a century old crash before the existence of his world is uncovered. He finds more than he bargained for when he comes face to face with Shiya, a Yupik supermodel, who has a secret of her own—one that might get them both killed.
Believe in Me by Rebecca Royce
Werewolf Jack knows his mate his human, and Madame Eve is the perfect person to find her for him. Now, if he can only convince the little human that Werewolf’s are real and he can save her from her abusive ex husband.
Ravished Before Sunrise by Lia Davis
Vampire Darian Wyman is surprised when his daughter signs him up for a one-night stand. However, one night of adventure turns into so much more than he dreamed.
Don’t Call Me Iron Man!
Hello, I’m ND and I’m here to not only promote, but celebrate both the release of my first ever Beyond Fairytales story and the Christmas Holiday. I’m even giving away a $20 Amazon Gift Card and a copy of the book!
When I got to thinking about a blog tour, I decided I wanted to go with something that celebrates the holiday but isn’t strictly about promo. So here’s what I come up with…over the next six days, you – my dear readers, will get a glimpse of what a good old fashioned Christmas is like to a grown up cybernetic man who’s never experienced it. So pull up a chair, a glass of your favorite holiday drink – whether that be eggnog or apple cider, and enjoy a little holiday fun as Ivan introduces his master and lover to everything that we humans take for granted during the holiday season…
Popcorn and A Satan-spawned Calico
“Remove them.” Lucero barely managed to keep from ripping his mate’s clothing from his fit body. Chilled on the outside from their long trip through a huge tree farm, but burning up with desire, his patience was at an end. He had waited while the nice man had helped Ivan put the tree in the back of the vehicle, even though he could’ve lifted the five hundred pound tree with ease. He had listened to something called Christmas Carols in the radio. He had even waited until they’d managed to get the tree, root ball and all inside of Ivan’s apartment. Now, he wanted his reward. Yards and yards of bare skin that he could touch, fondle, and kiss to his heart’s content.
“Sir?” Ivan, who had been admiring the seven-foot Douglas pine and the wooden tub they’d placed the root ball in, gave him a puzzled look.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You heard me. The clothing. I want them all off. I’ve been patient long enough.”
Ivan’s chest rose, then fell heavily as he reached for the hem of the dark green sweater that reminded Lucero of the lush, but deadly An’tealan Forest he’d called home for so long. As the offending material cleared Ivan’s head, Lucero forced himself to remain where he was. He was the dominant. He didn’t have to manipulate the insigne trium hanging from Ivan’s left nipple. Nor did he need to tug on the polished silver loops that claimed Ivan as his.
But damned if I don’t want to.
“The rest of it,” he croaked out, his breath coming faster. “I want to see what’s mine.”
“Yes, Sir.” Ivan’s fingers hovered over the button holding up the denim leggings his lover called jeans. “But if I can beg a few more minutes? I need to start the popper and gather the supplies, and the last thing I want to do is burn my dick.”
“Naked. That was our bargain. You will be careful.” He gave the command with utter confidence. His mate lived to please him, just as he lived to care for his man. “The jeans. Remove them.”
Ivan lowered his lapis colored eyes and flicked the button of his jeans open before shoving the leggings down his long muscular legs. Then he kicked free of the pants. As he straightened, Lucero’s lust spiked. Completely nude in the center of his living room with Luci-belle weaving around his ankles, Ivan should’ve looked silly. But the thick erection at the apex of his thighs is what caught and held Lucero’s attention. Especially, as moisture dotted the crown. The man was already leaking for him.
“May I go gather the supplies now, Sir?”
“Slowly. I want to watch you move.”
Ivan bit his lip and obeyed, as Lucero took a deep breath and sank onto the plush couch. Luci-belle, Ivan’s Satan-spawned calico, jumped up on his lap and butted her head against his chest, as Ivan almost slinked from the living room and into the kitchen. A few minutes later, the smell of buttery popcorn drifted into the kitchen. As he ran his hands over Luci-belle’s soft fur, he wondered if his control was strong enough to allow his mate the tradition Ivan insisted he wanted to share with him.
It has to be. This is important to him.
Stay tuned tomorrow for what happens when Ivan rejoins Lucero. Will they string popcorn or will Lucero claim what is his…on Layla Tarar’s blog. And don’t forget to tell me what kind of decorations you like (homemade or store bought) in the Rafflecopter form (or link) below…you’ll be entered to win a twenty dollar gift card from Amazon and a free copy of Don’t Call Me Iron Man. I’ll be drawing the winner on Dec 21st and announcing the winner on my BLOG.
Blurb:
Once upon a time…there was this guy. A man who had an IQ out of this world, and was arrogant enough to give the legendary Tony Stark a run for his money. He had everything he could ever want—a good job, more money than he knew what to do with, and all the sex he wanted—no strings attached. But that all changed on one fateful night…
The last thing Ivan Chugunov expects when he drop by his favorite haunt for a few brews is to be entertained by a mysterious storyteller. But as he listens to the man’s tale of a prince and an oddity that went by the name of Iron John, he finds himself lost in the story…only to awaken in another realm—one with a quest—for him. Repair the purifier vital to all those who lived and retrieve a medical unit. Seems simple enough, and a small price to pay to return to his own time.
Well, until he finds out that said ‘LT-1789 unit’ is actually a reclusive cybernetic man. One who will demand his own price of Ivan—three nights of unbridled sexual bliss…with Ivan at his mercy. Only then will he return to the royal clutch.
Can Ivan, a man who relishes control above all else, submit to a man who may be more machine than human?
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Life’s Unexpected Gifts by Livia Grant
long. Deciding all men are barbaric abusers, she’s once again on the run away
from danger. Desperate to feel safe, if even for a few days, Hallie remembers
the only time she had felt truly happy in the last seven years were the summers
spent at her Aunt Gina and Uncle Adam’s. Taking a chance her aunt might take
her in, Hallie points her dilapidated car towards Corbin’s Bend, praying she
makes it there before her clunker takes it’s last gasp.Troy Jackson can’t wait to surprise his sister on her 30th birthday. He’s
recently moved back to Colorado to be closer to his only relative, Traci, a
psychologist living in Corbin’s Bend. The surprise is on Troy when his normally
conscientious sister runs amok on her big birthday proving that even
intelligent, independent women still need the stern guidance of the men in
their lives. Having grown up with loving parents who practiced the domestic
discipline way of life, both Traci and Troy subscribe to the founding
principles of the Corbin’s Bend community wholeheartedly.
Hallie’s family is thrilled to have her in Corbin’s Bend, but can Hallie come
to terms with living in a community based on its endorsement of spanking, a
practice Hallie sees as abuse. Can Traci’s counseling help her overcome her
fear in order to accept her new life in Corbin’s Bend, or is it Traci’s brother
who ultimately has the power to show Hallie that not all men are abusers?
Corbin’s Bend fan before I decided to
become a Corbin’s Bend author. The concept of a town where spanking was not
only the norm, but part of the town’s DNA, intrigued to me. I confess, the first few books I read, I
absolutely enjoyed, but I wasn’t sure how authors would keep coming up with new
and unique story ideas that would keep the series feeling fresh. I no longer worry about that, because with
each story, the town is literally coming to life. Each new story adds new locations, residents
and a rich shared history.
ideas for Life’s Unexpected Gifts
started formulating in my mind I had, what I thought at the time, a crazy
idea. I kept trying to come up with
different ideas, because I was worried that my original story plan might be too
different. In the end, I wrote the
story exactly as I originally dreamed. I
am hoping Corbin’s Bend fans love the newest edition to the series.
the highlights
The
story starts out about a brother and sister, Troy and Traci Jackson. Their relationship plays an important role
throughout the story.
Hallie,
our heroine, has encountered domestic violence in her past. As a result, living in a town where
discipline rules poses daily challenges for her.
We
get to take a front row seat to Hallie’s therapy sessions with Traci, resident
psychologist. Through their growing
friendship, I was able to dive into many of the drivers behind the whole
concept of dominance and submission, hopefully with a dose of humor.
Hallie
and Troy’s first ‘meet’ is unique, to say the least.
The
book is a full-length novel.
Time to head home.”
intentional dare. A groupof teenagers gathered nearby are watching the interaction with
interest.
his tight grip. Heturns to head towards the exit, but she digs in her fashion heels
and tries to hold him back. His anger is simmering. He hadn’t missed that she’s
curvier than he had remembered and he suspects Aunt Gina has been feeding her
well, but it doesn’t change the fact she’s petite enough that he can hustle her
along easily.
order to dig out the claim check. They move aside to make room for the people
lining up. Before the young attendant can return with their coats, Hallie is
heading back towards the party.
thing is for sure, Hallie Boudreaux is in sore need of some discipline.
Unfortunately, that job will fall to her uncle as her relative. All Troy can
offer at this juncture is a stern lecture. A wave of resentment festers within
him directed at Hallie. He was already feeling like an old man around her, but
he hates that she’s turning him into her father.
partygoers, trapping her against the closed door. He presses in close, allowing
his towering body to try to intimidate Hallie into compliance. “Now, I’ve had
enough. I have no idea what happened in your past that makes you think acting
like a brat is acceptable, but here’s your wake up call. You are on dangerous
ground with me, Hallie. We’re leaving.”
eyes as the group of teenagers she had been socializing with walk by, taunting
them. “Hey, look at the lovebirds! They’re standing under the mistletoe. You
guys better kiss or you’ll have bad luck.”
this moment, they each slowly look up to confirm the validity of the teenager’s
taunt.
would be preferable to the confused longing reflected in her green eyes. It’s
only there briefly, but he’d seen it. It’s a stupid tradition. It means
nothing. He should walk away. He will walk away.
invitation and one he is helpless to resist. His brain shuts down, turning the
moment over to the rest of his body. Their eyes are locked and he watches for
even a hint of fear… a hint that she doesn’t want this. What he sees instead
is eagerness as her kissable lips part as excitement jumps in her eyes.
the distance between them, lowering his lips to hers. The kiss is gentle…
chaste even, right up until he feels Hallie’s arms circling his waist, tucked
under his suit jacket, his dress shirt the only fabric preventing skin on skin
connection. When she hugs him to her, Troy’s control slips and the kiss turns
to pure passion. He can taste the liquor on her tongue as she uses it to invade
his own open mouth. The effects of her intimate proximity has him pressing his
body into her own, trapping her against the unforgiving closed door. The added
friction of their pressed bodies has his cock growing thick with desire to
plunder her sexy body.
teenagers remind Troy they have an impressionable audience. With great effort,
he pulls out of her warm embrace, taking a few seconds to burn the memory of
her flushed face into his memory to call up later when he has time to think
things through more clearly.
going to apologize for something that felt so perfect. It would have been a lie
anyway. He’s not sorry at all. Cupping her face gently in the palm of his hand,
he tries to regain control over the moment. “Hallie, honey. Open your eyes for
me.”
see the heat he’d felt in her still smoldering in her bubbling green eyes.
“That’s my girl. It’s late. Let me get you home. I don’t want to piss your
uncle off on Christmas Eve.”
returning her to reality.
recognition as she acknowledges his hardness pressing into her with a slight
shudder. He finally steps back, willing his dick to retreat before other party
patrons notice. Troy grasps Hallie’s hand in his own and leads her the short
distance back to where Traci stands holding their coats, a smug smile on her
face. He purposefully avoids meeting his sister’s eyes as he grabs Hallie’s
coat first, holding it out to assist her in getting it on before grabbing his
own coat.
flames Hallie Boudreaux had lit. “You ladies stay here. I’ll get the car and
bring it around so you don’t have to walk through the snow in those ridiculous
things you two call shoes. I’ll be right back.”
with that, Troy stalks out into the winter’s night, determined to stay out
there as long as it takes to get back into control before he has to see Hallie
again.
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