1. Introduction

November Contest Winner

Congratulations to member (Yahoo ID): nrbtsfan

Congratulations!
Please contact Bella at writetobella@yahoo.com by the publication of the January 2007 issue. She'll give you instructions on how to receive your lovely new wine-country-themed gift basket

December Contest

Several Sirens are donating free downloads for the December contest, including Treva Harte, Katherine Kingston, and Samantha Winston.

Good luck to all subscribers!

*Subscribers, please note our contest rules have changed: Winners must now contact the Siren/author of the month named in each issue to redeem prizes. The author must be contacted by the winner before the publication of the following month's newsletter to be eligible to win, or forfeit prize(s).

2. Siren News

Elisa Adams
http://www.elisaadams.com

DROP DEAD SEXY

5 Hearts!
"Drop Dead Sexy delivers a very unexpected situation which left this reviewer reeling! The sensuality is very hot and explicit, and I caution readers: there is some quite explicit BDSM included. Readers who prefer their intimacy served hot off the grill will thrill to this one, though, with its nonstop action and paranormal undertones."
~Annie, The Romance Studio http://theromancestudio.com

"Drop Dead Sexy is a sizzling tale of paranormal romance. Joy gets more than she ever expected when she shows up outside of Nathan's door full of curiosity over his fantasies. Nathan's known since he moved in that he wanted Joy, and when she arrives, he can't push her away and gives in to his desire. Drop Dead Sexy is a gratifying quick read."
~ Cerise, Joyfully Reviewed http://joyfullyreviewed.com

"In Drop Dead Sexy, Nathan and Joy enter a relationship expecting a brief fling. When emotions become just as important as the seriously hot sex, they each realize the dark secrets they keep could destroy what they've just started to build. Will they come clean or move on? Check out this Ellora's Cave quickie and see for yourself."
~ Philippa Ann, Romance Reviews Today Erotic http://www.rrterotic.com

4 Angels!
"Sometimes a quickie is all that is needed to knock off sexual hunger and this Quickie from Elisa Adams had just the right amount of heat, fervor, and intrigue to take me over the edge. Two hot neighbors playing out bedroom fantasies of the kinky kind had the right touches of sensuality mixed in with brutal passion. This is a well crafted story for anyone who is short on time but wanting something that provides a big bang of excitement. I can't wait to see what Ms. Adams has in store for readers next."
~ Rachelle, Fallen Angel Reviews http://www.fallenangelreviews.com

Bella Andre
http://www.bellaandre.com

TEMPT ME, TASTE ME, TOUCH ME

4 1/2 stars
" In this outstanding sensual delight, the beauty and sensuality of the wine country is vividly portrayed as all three characters find unexpected pleasure with unexpected men. The characters are appealing and well-developed, and the sex scenes sizzle as each woman finds her true love. The conflicts standing in the way of true love are clearly developed, and the romance is as strong as the sex."
- Romantic Times Magazine

"Napa Valley provides the perfect backdrop for romantic walks through the vineyard, intimate dinners sipping seductive wine, and sinfully hot sex thanks to talented new author Bella Andre! She's created three wonderful heroines and given each a memorable must read story! Carrie, Rose, and Vanessa all have different personalities but are looking for the same thing whether they realize it or not. Love sneaks up on the three of them when they least expect it. Each finds a hero that complements them emotionally and physically. A deliciously erotic anthology you'll want to read over and over again!"
-- Tracy Marsac, Romance Junkies

"A collection of three erotically charged novellas that will leave you panting for more! I devoured all three in the course of an evening and fell asleep with a satisfied smile on my face. I loved them all. Of the three, my favorite was Taste Me. I am a fan of rubenesque heroines and adore the men that love them. In Touch me, Taste Me, Touch Me, Bella Andre delivers three erotic novellas that appeal to the romantic in us all."
-- Annmarie, Joyfullyreviewed.com


Beverly Havlir
http://www.beverlyhavlir.com

FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY
http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=1-4199-0792-1

"FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY is a poignant tale of both unrequited love and finding it where you least expect it. While the chemistry between them sizzles and the sex scenes are hot, there's a lot more to the relationship between Lily and Michael than lust. A touchingly erotic story, don't miss FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY."
~ Jennifer Bishop, Romance Reviews Today http://www.rrterotic.com/Erotic%20Reviews/Contemporary/for_one_night_only_11-25-06.htm


Titania Ladley
http://www.titanialadleyromance.com

NAUGHTY & SPICE
http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=1-4199-0762-X

"A hotly erotic tale that is aptly titled, don't miss NAUGHTY & SPICE."
~Jennifer Bishop, Romance Reviews Today Erotic, www.rrterotic.com


Judy Mays
http://www.judymays.com

REDNECKS 'N ROCK CANDY
http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=1-4199-0853-7

4 Hearts!
"This story is filled with humor... The main characters (Brad and Mandi) are well developed and emotionally stirring in their realism... The supporting characters are very colorful and add a distinct redneck flavor to the story... The small town sense of the story reminded me of home and enhances the story for this reader. The sex is sizzling in its intensity... The scenes are wonderfully creative making the visualization highly stimulating. If the humor and passion is not enough well hang on there is some life threatening drama to stir things up. Readers will be surprised by all that happens... Readers will lose all sense of time as they read this tale of a big city girl's adventures into a small town where the local sheriff is a vampire. This is a story that will leave the reader smiling."
~ Anita, The Romance Studio http://www.theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/rednecksmays.htm


Samantha Winston
http://www.samanthawinston.com

LLEWELLYN'S SONG
http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=1-4199-0600-3

"...From the very beginning, Miss Winston explains what is going on so that if you haven't read the first story in the series, you will still understand what the issues are so far. Llewellyn's Song adds lots of suspense and intrigue to keep a reader entertained and impatient for the next installment. Her heroes are well-matched, developed with such depth that you relate to and fall in love with them. I like the simplicity of the writing and the unrestricted plot. Buy it, you'll love it!"
~Evena, Fallen Angels

"...For those who have read the prequel, ELF SONG, this book comes with its own flavor and surprises. Though it can be read alone, Samantha creates a flawless flow of continuity from ELF SONG and gives an in depth look at the various characters from both books. LLEWELLYN'S SONG is definitely a wonderful sequel to add to any series."
~J.T., Romance Junkies

"...In Llewellyn's Song, the tale of Llewellyn and Tamara's love is endearing, and the characters, creatures, and imagery are enchanting."
~Joyfully Reviewed

3. Presenting our featured author for this month

Reading, Food & Inventive Fun
By Samantha Winston
http://www.samanthawinston.com

Last week I went to a Hammam. A Hammam is a North African sauna. It's different from the Scandinavian version in several ways. First of all, it's never a mixed crowd - women go during the day, and men go late at night. (Or there can be separate days for men and women.)

It's not dry heat - it's so steamy it's like being wrapped in a fog. And when you go in, you strip, shower, and you're given a thick, liquid, greasy soap to rub on your body. Then you sit in the steam room for as long as you can stand it.

Afterwards, they take a special scrub mitt and scrub your skin until you glow. You shower, and then relax with a mint tea for a while before the massage. During the massage, you are covered with sweet almond oil, which is wonderful for your skin.

The Hammam is very informal. Women sit around chatting, sipping tea, and most have filmy, transparent sarongs that they wear. It's very exotic.

Afterwards, there is a huge couscous dinner. Everyone sits on big, comfortable chairs and you feel completely relaxed. Then you go home, and your lover can enjoy the feel of your new, satin-smooth skin!

Here's how to recreate the Hammam in your own home:

Turn the lights down and light candles in the bathroom and bedroom. Put lots of towels on the bed for the 'massage parlour'. Incense can also add to the mood. Then take a shower with your lover. Make the water hot, scrub with a rough cloth until your skin tingles, then rinse with cooler water. Take turns drying each other off. Get some almond massage oil. (baby oil is fine - in the Hammam they used sweet almond oil, but baby oil works well too.) Rub hard to get the kinks out of the muscles, then smooth gently until the oil is absorbed. Don't forget feet and hands!

Afterwards have a glass of hot mint tea while you prepare dinner.

Mint tea, Moroccan style:
A cup of mint leaves, crushed. Boiling water. 2 sugar cubes.
Put the mint leaves and sugar cubes in a teapot. Pour boiling water over them and wait a few minutes. Add more sugar as needed. (The Moroccans serve this very, very sweet!)

Dinner: Moroccan chicken stew (tasty and easy!)

2 tablespoons flour
1 1/2 pounds skinless chicken thighs
1 tablespoon olive oil
2 onions, chopped
2 cloves garlic, finely chopped
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon ginger
1 teaspoon cumin
1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1 (16-ounce) can tomato puree
1/4 cup honey
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
2 sweet green peppers, chopped
1/3 cup golden raisins
1 can (15 ounces) chickpeas, rinsed and drained (chickpeas are essential!)
12 ounces orzo pasta, cooked (cooked semolina can be used as well!)
1/3 cup slivered almonds, toasted
3 tablespoons chopped parsley leaves

Toss flour and chicken in bag to coat. Cook chicken in oil in skillet for 6 minutes, until browned, turning once. Transfer to plate.
Cook onion in skillet until golden. Add garlic, cinnamon, ginger, cumin, cayenne; cook 1 minute. Stir in tomato, honey and salt. Add chicken; simmer, covered, 10 minutes. Stir in peppers, raisins and chickpeas.
Simmer, stirring occasionally until peppers are tender and chicken is no longer pink near the bone.
Serve over orzo (or semolina) and sprinkle with almonds and parsley.
Enjoy!

5. Enticing Excerpts

 

Elisa Adams
http://www.elisaadams.com

Excerpt from Immortal Games: Prey by Elisa Adams
Available now from Changeling Press
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=487


The doors whooshed open again on the second floor and, his hand still on her back, he led her into a dark-paneled hallway lit only by the occasional bronze wall sconce. The place seemed half-finished, as if in the middle of renovation.

"You live here?" she asked, hoping there wouldn't be any other tenants in the building to hear his screams. Whether they were screams of pleasure or screams of pain…well, that would depend on whether she needed to defend herself or not.

"Yeah, I own the whole building."

"Does anyone else live here?"

He stopped and turned to her, his expression dark. His hand went around to her hip and tightened. "Why do you ask?"

So that was a sticking point for the guy. She almost smiled. "I was just curious. It seems so dark and quiet everywhere. Like there's no one else around for miles."

"No one else lives in the building, if that's what you mean. I just bought it not long ago. Most of the apartments aren't ready for tenants." A flash of anxiety passed across his expression, but it was gone before she could call him on it. Maybe the man was having second thoughts about trying to kill her. She hoped he was. She was wearing her favorite shirt and the thought of getting blood on it made her cringe. He didn't know it yet, but nothing he could do would do her any great harm. In fact, she was more of a danger to him than he was to her.

He unlocked the first door on the left and ushered her inside the dark apartment. Given what he did for Almeda--and the money he made doing it--she expected opulence. Instead, the stark, Spartan look of the place surprised her. Everything was white, beige, and gray, and with the furniture kept to a minimum, the clack of her heels on the entryway tile seemed to echo through the vast open space.

"Not much for decorating, are you?" she asked, turning to face him as he locked the door behind them.

One shoulder lifted in a sexy shrug. "Never saw much need."

He shifted and she caught a glimpse of a holster and then the butt of a gun under his jacket. So the man was carrying. Why was she not surprised? The thought brought a smile to her face. It confirmed what she'd first assumed. He thought she was a human.

The man was in for the surprise of his life.

"Nice gun." She waggled her eyebrows.

"Does it make you nervous?"

"Why do I think it would turn you on if it did?"

Jonah smiled. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close, sealing his lips over hers for a crushing kiss. When he broke the kiss, he released her so fast she almost lost her balance.

"Maybe it would," he told her. "Most women run from me the second they get a good look at who I really am."

She laughed on the inside. Most men run from me for the same reasons, buddy. "I'm not like most women."

"Yeah, I'm getting that idea." He grabbed her hand again, this time pulling her down a darkened hallway. A door stood open at the end, revealing a huge bed draped with a black comforter. "I like that about you."

"If I said I wanted to leave right now, would you let me?"

He stopped and turned, facing her with a secretive smile on his face. "No. Do you want to leave?"

She returned the smile. Her pussy was drenched, and if she'd been wearing panties they would have been useless. She licked her lips. It had been so long since she'd found a man she wanted to play with, and God help her, she wanted to play with Jonah. What surprised her even more was that she wanted him to play with her. "Maybe. What would you do to stop me?"

"Why don't you run? You'll find out."

Not needing any more encouragement, Sophie turned and ran in the opposite direction. Her heart pounded, her pulse racing and her mouth going dry. Her life had been sorely lacking in excitement right up until she'd left the bar with Jonah earlier that night. For a little while, she could forget the fact that she was supposed to kill him--and he more than likely was going to try to kill her--and enjoy the pleasure the man could give her. Humans didn't usually interest her unless she had her teeth in their veins, but Jonah was different. He was the one. Funny, she'd always assumed her mate would be a vampire. She should have known better when Alec found his mate in a frail human.

She raced through the kitchen, down the hall on the opposite side of the apartment, and into a small spare bedroom. Sneaking behind the door, she smiled, hoping he'd find her soon. The heavy fall of his boots from somewhere nearby told her he was close, but then the footsteps stopped.

Sophie tensed and peeked around the door, ready to run again, when someone grabbed her from behind. Jonah. How had he managed to move so quietly? His scent wrapped around her and heightened her arousal even more. Yeah, he was definitely the one. No way was she going to be able to kill him now, knowing what she did. No way in hell would she let anyone lay a hand on the man.

Instead of giving in, she struggled against him, pulling out of his grasp. She took off down the hall, all the way across the apartment, almost making it to the master bedroom before Jonah caught up with her. He pressed her to the wall, holding her in place with his big body, and looked down at her, shaking his head.

"You're a very bad girl."

No way could she deny that. She wriggled against him, silently begging for his touch. He seemed to know what she wanted, since he held back, staring at her with that gaze that made her whole body shake. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm not going to let you go again. That's for sure." He leaned down and ran his tongue over the shell of her ear, sending a chill through her body. "I'm going to fuck you."

He started to hike up her skirt, but she wriggled again and made a sound of protest. "Not here. In a bed this time."

Bella Andre
http://www.bellaandre.com

Excerpt from TEMPT ME, TASTE ME, TOUCH ME, to be release January 2007


"Hey boss." His sous-chef, Larry, poked his head in the door to the small, crowded office. "I think your lady is here. In the bar."

"Great," Jack said, running his hands through his hair, getting ready to plaster a fake smile on his face for the next two days.

Larry grinned. "Hey, if you don't want to give her some lessons," his fingers made lecherous quotes around the word lessons, "I'll take your place. It would be my pleasure, boss."

"Thanks for the backup."

Now he was curious. Larry had as much disdain for the anorexic type as he did. All chefs wanted the people around them to truly love food. Constant dieters never did. What were the odds that his student was a hot, curvy babe?

Jack stepped out of the kitchen and into the restaurant. Several regulars were dining and he took a moment to say hello. Everyone was rapturous over what they'd ordered. Content that they were going to serve a very large, very satisfied crowd at Gerard's, Jack felt some of his tension fade. He scanned the bar for his pupil.

But before he could locate his student, his gaze caught and stuck on a woman who had come straight from his triple X dreams. Glossy, wavy black hair framed her heart shaped face. Big, heavily lashed blue eyes blinked nervously as she scanned the restaurant for her party. Best of all was the figure that she was showcasing to perfection in her clingy, red dress. Jack found himself salivating over her large breasts, big enough that he'd need two hands for each one as he laved them with his tongue.

An image of her on his bed, her wrists tied together behind her back, her tits jutting out at him, into his mouth, flashed through his brain, sending his cock surging against his fly.

As though they felt the heat of his gaze, her nipples beaded beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He grinned and made his way over to her, cooking lessons forgotten. For a woman like this, he'd find the time to squeeze her into his schedule.

And into his bed.

Treva Harte
http://www.trevaharte.com

"The Twelve Nights of Christmas" Excerpt
in NICELY NAUGHTY with Lani Aames and MaryJanice Davidson
http:// www.loose-id.com



"Mister! You have to come to!"

Why? He hadn't lost consciousness exactly. But his head already hurt. Rome knew working to really get himself back together was only going to make the pain worse.

"I can't drag you home and you could freeze out here!"

Shit. That was a good reason to come to. Rome forced his eyes open.

She was a little blurry around the edges but she still looked good. Rome began to think about his digital heroine having big blue eyes and a tight tush. But he digressed. Maybe it was the concussion he suspected he had given himself. He usually was a pretty linear thinker.

No more digressions. He had to get up and drag himself to shelter before he froze to death. It was getting darker by the minute and the wind was numbing. He moved his legs and felt a sharp pain shoot up one of them. Shit!

Maybe he could forget getting up and just crawl to shelter instead. That didn't look manly, but he suspected he'd already failed the he-man hero test with the woman who was crouched above him anyhow.

"Put your arm around my shoulder and we'll get you back. Somehow. I'm getting circulation back in my legs now." She put her hip up against his as they swayed up and forward. He concentrated on the feel of her body against his because if he thought about how his head and ankle hurt, he wasn't sure he was going to be able to get himself into her house.

Oh yeah. He could feel one breast just graze him as she shifted. How could he have missed how nice those breasts were?

"I am so sorry." Her voice was husky and whispered right next to his ear. "I saw something up in the tree. It was pink and - well, I've owned birds. I thought it might be some exotic parakeet or something that had somehow escaped and was going to freeze to death. What an idiot."

"What was it?" He forced the words out.

"I told you I'm an idiot, right? Some previous owner must have thrown it up there. I just never noticed it before." He couldn't ask again but she finally went on. "It was a pink flamingo. A plastic pink flamingo stuck up in the damn tree."

God, laughing hurt his head.

 

Beverly Havlir
http://www.beverlyhavlir.com

Bandar: Pursuit of Pleasure
Available January 12 from Changeling Press



"I'm simply helping because if the Xerexians are not stopped, we'll all be in a hell of a lot more trouble," he tossed back gruffly.

It didn't faze Ariana. "Still, you could've just overpowered all of us and escaped. You're a good man, Dax."

She thought he was a good man? He stifled a disgusted snort. He'd rather she thought of him as sexy, irresistible, $hot. Dax stepped close to her, intentionally invading her personal space. "You might not think so after I demand payment for hauling all your asses to safety."

She blinked. "What do you mean?"

His gaze dropped to her chest. The meaning was unmistakable. "No jump drive. No weapons. That means if the Xerexians ever get wind of us, we're good as dead. For putting my life on the line for you and your family, I figured I deserve a payment that's equal to the risk I'm taking."

Ariana took a jerky step back. "The crown jewels are worth an awful lot of cash currency."

"I'm interested in more than the crown jewels." He boxed her in, the console at her back preventing her from moving away. "I'm interested in the body that wears them."

She swallowed. "My mother?"

Through the lust that zinged through his flesh, Dax managed a chuckle. "Nice try. You know exactly what I mean." He dipped his head toward her.

"W-wait…"

Heat swirled in his stomach, spreading lower to wrap fingers of fire around his suddenly erect shaft. Ariana's lips were damp, quivering ever so slightly. This woman was dangerous. That alone should have driven him to step away and put some distance between them. But like a lamb being led to slaughter, he couldn't stop himself from leaning in until he was just a hair's breadth away. Her light scent teased his nostrils, evoking memories of a summer rain shower back home on Earth.

The darkening of her eyes told him she wasn't immune. Good. At least he wasn't the only one hot and bothered. "Let me show you what I want."

"I don't think-"

Dax never gave her a chance to finish what she'd been about to say. He touched his lips to hers gently, intending to coax a response. Nice and slow. Her taste, sweet and fresh, exploded in his senses. The softness of her bottom lip roused the predator in him. Forget nice and slow. His good intentions flew out the proverbial window. With a low growl, Dax changed the angle of the kiss, intensifying the contact, his tongue delving deep in the damp cavern of her mouth.

Ariana's soft moan could barely be heard over the hum of the engine, but it was enough to send fire shooting in his veins. Lust suffused his entire body, igniting places Dax never knew existed. He pulled her closer, kissing her like a starving man, greedy for more. Finesse didn't even enter into it. He wanted more of her.

Bewildered by his unprecedented reaction to a mere $kiss, Dax tore his lips away. He was panting hard. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. His memory of their kiss at the club didn't fail him. All along, he'd thought it was the spiked drink that made their encounter unforgettable. Stunned, he stepped back, ignoring the vicious protest from a certain part of his anatomy that demanded he stay. No other woman had ever aroused him with such intensity and swiftness. Damn.

"I don't want the crown jewels. Nor do I need cash credits." He ran a thumb over her damp lower lip. "There's only one thing I want as payment for my services." He tipped her chin up. "You."

Titania Ladley
http://www.titanialadleyromance.com

Here's a Wild Winter holiday Quickie excerpt of NAUGHTY & SPICE for you!
Copyright © 2006 by Titania Ladley
Now available at Ellora's Cave!

[Setup: Threatened with arrest by town cop Stuart Nixon, ex-con and sex-toy home-business entrepreneur Ginger Blair panics. But she'll do what she has to in order to keep from going back in the slammer...]

Plucking up the closest vibrator, a seven-inch cock-shaped whopper, she dipped it into the chocolate mixture.

"Hurry, hurry, dry fast." Ginger held it over the pot as it dripped, waving her hand to cool it. Holiday music played from the under-the-counter radio she'd turned on prior to his banging on the door. Ironically, the cheerful Santa Claus Is Coming To Town chimed from the speakers. If things went as planned, she snorted, "Santa Stuart" would definitely be coming.

"What are you…"

She glanced over her shoulder, her breath clogging in her chest. He'd returned looking windblown with a slight pink tinge to his cheeks and nose. Son of a bitch, but the man was simply a well-built, magnificent god. And even though Ginger knew what she was about to do was strictly for the sake of her prison-less future, she couldn't suppress the wild thrill that sparked in her system.

"I'm showing you my illegal business." She held up the toy and twisted the switch to the "on" position. An enticing whir joined the lively Christmas tune. "And demonstrating just how horrible it can be." Delight rushed through her belly at the look of morbid fascination and undisguised lust in his eyes.

His jaw fell open. "Ma'am, you can't-"

While the instrument buzzed and quivered in one hand, she tugged at the belt of her robe allowing it to fall open and expose her midriff and panties. "Oh, so now you're going to tell me it's against the law to pleasure myself in my own home, too?"

"Holy mother of…"

She flicked her tongue over the vibrating chocolate, deep-throating it to further her plan. The flavor of sweet cocoa burst in her mouth, already starting its re-melting process. Yes, just the way she needed it, sticky and messy.

Ginger lowered herself into a kitchen chair. With deliberate seduction, she spread her legs. From across the room, he let out a mewl of reluctant approval. Her gaze never left his stunned face while she trailed the chocolate down through her deep cleavage. The warm candy left a smeared mark on her belly as she went lower still.

"See what--" She sucked in a breath when the tip of the candy-coated vibrator touched her clitoris through the silk of her panties. The ache of lust settled hot and heavy between her legs, intensified by the fact that he watched her, that she hadn't had a man in so very long… "What awful things I do behind closed doors? I make chocolate toys for very bad men and women to play with. So awful and criminal of me, wouldn't you say?"

The combination of her bold attempt at controlling this situation, and the fine line of insanity she walked on, gave her an extra charge. She moaned, struggling to keep her eyes open, watching him watch her. Ginger's clit engorged so swiftly, it nearly brought her to climax in that one swipe. But she didn't have time to enjoy herself. She needed to convince and tempt, to make him understand that what she did within the privacy of her kitchen couldn't possibly be against the law.

And that it was well worth keeping his mouth shut.

By seducing and trapping him into his own "illegal" responses, it would give her the leverage--and the blackmail--she needed to get him off her back.

He stumbled up to the counter, planted one hand on the edge and raked the other through his thick hair. Stuart spoke, panting out his words. "Miss…um, Ginger, you can't--"

She hooked her fingers in her thin panties and yanked upward. Her bare breasts jiggled as the sharp rip of fabric sounded in the room, competing with the buzz of the toy. The move left her mound exposed for his perusal, and cool air licked at her dampness.

"Ah, fuck." His hot gaze shot from her vee to her chest and back again, like a compass searching for direction.

She spread her legs wider. "Mmm-hmm, that's the idea."

NAUGHTY & SPICE - A Wild Winter Quickie by Titania Ladley, just released at Ellora's Cave!


Vampire ménage excerpt of AURORA'S TRIANGLE!
Copyright © 2006 by Titania Ladley
Now available at Samhain Publishing!

[Setup: Tied up and at the mercy of two Vencelze vampires, Aurora can't think of anything more complete than her new triangle...]

"Oh!" Aurora jolted against the rope. It bit into her wrists, yet all her mind's focus centered on her buttocks. She'd never been spanked before, but it didn't take long to realize she liked it, enjoyed being tied and at his mercy as he inflicted the pain-pleasure sensations on her. The more he smacked, the hotter she became, and her cunt dripped cum onto her inner thighs.

She shivered and heard him inhale, knowing he drew in the musky fragrance of her excitement mixed with the blood left behind by their sex-feeding bites.

"You'll get more, Aurora, believe me, you'll get a lot more…" Tabor drew her close, his lips skimming down over the swell of her breast. He untangled her legs from around his hips and bent to cup each globe, alternating sucking with licking each taut berry. It caused a wicked pull from nipples to groin, and her pussy spasmed, releasing another gush of cream. She dangled between them, and knew a sudden urge to be freed, to attack and be attacked.

But that wouldn't be happening. Not yet. Endre pressed his naked body against her back, his rock-hard arousal cradled between her buttocks. He slid a hand around and held up the weight of one breast for Tabor, while the fingers of his other hand snaked down to slither into the folds of her swollen lips.

"Ah, you two are bad, evil." Her cat's meow carried out across the ocean, echoing in the moonlit night, morphing into a growl from deep in her throat.

"Let's just see how evil we can get, huh, Endre?" Tabor rasped.

"I'm with you, Tabor, always with you," he said, the tip of his cock probing between her legs, becoming coated by the juices that dribbled from her quim.

Aurora's eyelids had clamped shut to further savor the ecstasy Endre's fingers gave her as he found her clitoris and flickered his fingertip over its small bulk. When she heard the swoosh of emerging wings, her eyes flew open to see Tabor still in man form, but he'd shifted his falcon wings out in order to assist in his leap upward.

He hovered above her, a naked angel, his eyes gleaming as only a vampire's could. The moonlight glinted off his fangs while his wings flapped behind him. Lunar light fuzzed around his form making him appear ethereal, god-like.

"You said you wanted to taste me. Now's your chance."

AURORA'S TRIANGLE - A vampire ménage novella by Titania Ladley now available at Samhain Publishing!



Samantha Winston
http://www.samanthawinston.com

DIAMINA


The night cooled the air somewhat, but the heat still brought a shine of sweat to the skin. Lyo thought of the stifling heat down below and sighed. It was going to be a long night. His head still hurt and he wondered if he'd be able to sleep at all. Despite his exhaustion his body was queerly tense. And his raging hard-on didn't help at all.

Maybe he'd quickly wash up then assuage his own needs down below.

He gnawed his upper lip in frustration. This morning Diamina had driven him mad with desire, and she seemed fated to do that often. But her refusal still stung. He'd not suffer that again. His family's problems should have driven any thought of sex out of his mind, but his mind-and his cock-didn't seem inclined to agree.

He climbed awkwardly down the ladder and followed Diamina to the kitchen, wondering if his life would ever get back to normal.

In the kitchen, the clay oven still gave off heat and the room sweltered. The moon cast a square of light through the open window, and Diamina stripped off her dress and stood naked in the moonlight.

Lyo's mouth grew dry.

"Well, aren't you going to wash?" She cocked an eyebrow at him, and a flare of raw desire nearly sent him to his knees.

"Um, yes, oh yes." He pulled off his shirt, breaking the lace, and tugged at his trousers.

"Wait, you're going to rip them." She sighed and stepped close. Deftly she unbuttoned his fly and eased his pants off his hips. His erection, freed, seemed to burst out of his pants. Bent over, Diamina seemed not to notice.

Lyo groaned as the top of her head brushed his cock lightly. She turned her face up and widened her eyes. In the dark, with just the moonlight, they nonetheless sparkled like diamonds. "Oh, what do we have here?" Her tone teased as much as her fingertips as they reached up and tickled the tip of his engorged cock.

"Stop, or I won't be responsible for my actions," he muttered. Stop? Had he said stop? He must be losing his mind. His cock agreed, getting so hard it felt made of stone now. All the blood must be in that organ, for there was none left in his head. A wave of dizziness made him sway. Then clouds moved in front of the moon and the room darkened.

"Close your eyes," she whispered.

He did, reaching out sideways and clutching the edges of the counter. He heard a soft splash, then a warm, wet cloth moved across his belly. Another splash, and the wet cloth worked its way to his shoulders and neck, wiping away dirt, sweat and fatigue.

The water cooled on his body. The feeling of suffocating in the heat diminished. Another splash, and the cloth encircled his cock. "By the Snake God, that feels good," he gasped. Diamina grabbed his cock tightly, rubbing with the wet cloth, pumping his hardness until he felt an inevitable pulsing in his groin. Then she stopped and drew the cloth away. Cool air seemed to sizzle on his burning cock. He could almost imagine steam rising off it.

"More," he begged. He opened his eyes, wanting to feast on the sight of her lovely body, but before his eyes could focus in the dark, her hand covered his eyes. "No, keep them closed." She pressed her breasts against his chest, leaning against him. He let go of the counter and wrapped his arms around her, but she disengaged herself with a low, teasing laugh. "You better hang onto something else," she smiled.

Splash. The cloth dipped into the water and Diamina took his cock in her hand again, rubbing along the underside of it with her thumb, massaging up and down its entire length and girth with her fingers.

One hand held his cock, while her other hand tickled his balls and the sensitive skin between his legs. Deftly, she stroked his cock, running her fingertips over it, teasing it gently. She played it as if it were a flute, blowing softly on the tip, using the water to cool it and then her hands to heat it up again. She squeezed hard, moving her hand up and down, her fingers milking his cock until he nearly came, and then so delicately he could hardly feel her touch. Soon his whole world centered around his cock and the agile fingers that brought him to the very edge of release.

He squeezed his eyes closed, trying to fight against the tide rising in his loins. A wave of pleasure nearly submerged him, but he managed not to explode, digging his fingers into the wooden counter. He'd been praying for this since he'd set eyes on her.

Her touch set him ablaze, trailing like the sparks from a bonfire up and down his skin.

A tremor shook his body but he held on, his muscles bunching with the strain of not coming.

"Let it go," she said in a sultry whisper. She took the cloth away and her lips brushed against the tip of his cock. She breathed on it, and the soft breeze she created seemed to have a life of its own, twining around his cock, or could it be her lips? It must be her lips, for an a clever tongue suddenly twirled around the tip of his cock, and then a searing wet heat enveloped the whole length of him. She hummed a bit, and the vibration traveled from the head of his cock to the top of his head. His stomach contracted and he uttered a strangled cry. The taut cord inside him holding him in check suddenly broke and his insides surged out his cock in pulsing streams. His hips thrust as he came, his seed shooting into her mouth. Harsh gasps tore out of his throat as his seed left his body, draining him. His knees gave out and he nearly fell. At the last minute, he caught himself, his hands pressed flat on the counter.

Diamina stood and pressed her body to his chest, holding him while he shuddered against her. Her nipples, pressed to his chest, hardened and he had to fight the urge to grab them. He didn't think he had the strength left though. It was all he could do to stay upright.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding tightly until he'd finished. Afterwards, he stood, splayed against her, hardly able to think clearly, his damp forehead resting on her shoulder. He turned his head, his mouth brushing against her throat. He opened his lips and tasted her salty skin. The shock of her soft, hot skin on his open mouth flared through his body and another convulsion shook him. He couldn't suppress his moan.

"Easy now, it's over. Hush." She put her hand behind his head though, holding him close.

He breathed through his mouth, keeping it fastened to her neck, drinking in the taste and scent of her warm skin. He wanted to lick her all over. Just that thought sent a tremor through his body.

Gently but firmly, Diamina pushed him away. "I shouldn't have done that. You're still hurt and need rest," she said, reaching up and touching the bump on his head.

"It was a gift, an unexpected pleasure, and I thank you. I think I'll sleep very well tonight, thank you." He realized his voice sounded slurred, but he knew it was simply exhaustion and from his injury. He opened his eyes, blinking in the darkness.