Teasers, Blurbs & Other Fun Stuff

I thought it would be great to have some teasers of the books featured here and anything else I think you might like.

STRANGER, "The Restaurant"

Marco leans forward crossing his other arm in front of him so his hand is dangling off the table in front of my chest turning his face to me.

“May I order for both of us tonight, Elizabeth. I believe I know what you like.” His fingertips on my inner thigh butterfly over my sex.

My breath catches in my throat and my hips squirm under the table as I cross my legs. “Yes, please do.” All of my focus has just pinpointed to that spot between my legs as desire threatens to consume me. Just that slight touch has me spinning.

“The lady will have, (in my head he says, ‘my **** in that wet hot *****’ and I reply, ‘Yes, please, all of it’), the Chicken Orecchiette and I will have the Seared Maine Scallops. Some wine, Elizabeth?” His hand squeezes my thigh.

“Yes...” He smirks at me.

“And a bottle of the Vigne Del Borgo. Thank you.”

“Thank you, sir. I will bring your wine.” The boy is flustered. I’m sure he can sense the sexual tension searing between Marco and I.

Marco hands him the menus with his one hand, the other never leaving my leg. He brings it to hang in front of me again with his face close to my ear. His fingertip brushes against my nipple and I move into it.

“Open your legs for me, Elizabeth. Tonight is for experiencing."

STRANGER, "The First Night"

"Elizabeth, first I’m going to make you cum with my fingers, feeling that beautiful pussy of yours grasping hard, trying to pull me all the way inside of you,” he murmurs between nips and licks on my neck and jaw.

I’m panting as my fingers are clawing at his back through his shirt. His fingertips graze the outline of the top of my stocking before continuing their journey up the inside of my thigh and I separate my legs slightly, begging for the contact I need. A light trace along the edge of my panties finally comes to caress the wet lips that wait eagerly below the fabric making me tremble. A grateful heavy breath passes my lips at the needed taunting contact.

“Then I’m going to lay this beautiful body down on that table and I’m going to feast on you until every drop of those sweet juices are mine.”

Marco begins to back me up until the backs of my legs hit the coffee table.

“When I think you’re finally ready, I’m going to take you to bed and slide my aching cock inside those velvet lips and fuck you.”

SWITCH, "Pleasuring You"

Looking deeply into those hypnotic hazel eyes of hers where all the secrets of the

world seem to exist my heart just starts to talk.

“Pleasuring you Elizabeth, taking you to places where you lose yourself, where your body

screams with unbound desire and every nerve ending in your delicious little

body is on fire from my touch, that is what I want, that is what I was put on

this earth for. I’m going to do wonderfully wicked things to you and you’re going to love every minute of it.”

She leans in to kiss me, her hand slides through the back of my hair pulling me

closer, her arousal feeding into me with her kiss telling me she’s mine.

Releasing me, breathlessly she says, “Let’s go home so I can finish up with Elsie then we

can start playing.” Her smile is sinfully hungry.

“Like I said, baby, you’re the best kind of bad.”

This incredible woman never ceases to amaze me.

SWITCH, "Flogger"

I focus in on the sounds of the tempo of the music, the different notes as if played on my bare flesh and it pulses inside of me, fast, slow, high, low and I’m riding it, soaring with it as Marco begins this newest experience of extreme pleasure. Take me, baby, I want to soar.

There is something gliding softly across my skin over my breasts and stomach, down my legs and over my sex making me clench and I hug the balls inside of me, oh, yes. Again. It begins to stroke me faster, up and down my body, then up, flicking my nipples, and then, FLICK on my sex nipping my clit. The jolts spasm through my body as everything tenses and I grab onto the balls tightly inside my *****. Ooooh, yes, I feel my orgasm building. There’s a long moan. I realize it’s coming from me.

‘Please, Marco, more,’ the words are chanting in my mind.

The licks across my skin are getting sharper, nipping, stroking, biting, all up and down me, on my breasts, then it bites my clit.

“Aaaaaahhh!!”

Yes! Yes! Yes! My mind is screaming. I’m so close.

Then nothing. No movement, no sound, nothing except for the music and my heavy breathing.

“Please, Marco,” there is so much need in my voice.

“Are you ready to cum, baby?” His voice is very raw and deep, not like I’ve ever heard him sound like before.

SWITCH, "The Elevator"

When we get to his building and in the privacy of the open elevator he stands against the farther wall, crossing his legs at the ankles with his fingers steepled in front of his face. Marco’s look is piercing and hungry.

“Take your dress off, Elizabeth.”

He did not just ask me to strip in public!

He waits. Patiently. Waiting.

I slowly raise my hands up to reach behind me and undo my zipper. The sound is so loud filling the space. I imagine it floating out between the bars of the door mixing with the squeaks of the cogs and pulleys of the lift.

I pull the dress over my head and the cool air brushes my hot skin causing goose bumps to rise over my flesh. I’m not sure if it’s from the air or my desire.

“Give it to me,” he says, his voice rough, holding out his hand.

“Now the bra.”

His eyes have become darker and intense. His body is more erect and demanding. I cannot refuse.

Reaching behind me, I unclasp the strip of fabric and slide the material down my arms. My breasts fall, heavy with need, the chain from the clamps falling lightly, tugging on my nipples. I pull my lip between my teeth, responding to the stimulation.

Marco’s hand is out, waiting for the bra. I place it in his hand as the elevator comes to a stop.

“Take off your panties, Elizabeth.”

It’s not a request. It’s a demand. My eye are wide, my lips are parted, and my breathing is heavy. It’s the only noise filling my ears along with the pounding of my heart. I tuck my thumbs into the elastic of my powder pink panties with the little black bows and slowly slide them down my legs. I’m an emotional mess, I don’t trust myself not to fall if I don’t hold onto the wall stepping out of them. I stand and place them with the rest of my clothes in his outstretched hand. I’m standing in an elevator dressed in only my heels and nipple clamps.

Marco is perfectly still except for the flexing of the muscle on his jaw.

“You are the most sensuous woman I have ever seen, Elizabeth. You are beautiful.”

I have no reply. My arousal has escalated and I am consciously keeping myself from squirming from the pulsing between my legs.

Marco comes to stand in front of me, close enough to lightly touch the pink pebbles of flesh poking out of the clamps, then he strokes my lips causing my lashes to flutter with exquisiteness of that light touch.

“When we get inside, Elizabeth,” his voice is a gravelly whisper, “I’m going to tie you to my bed and blindfold you. Then I will take you on a journey of complete erotic pleasure.”

Oh! My! God!