Thursday, November 29, 2012

Excerpt - Jack's Christmas Wish by Bonni Sansom

See what coming home for the holidays means here at Sizzler Editions with Bonni Sansom's best seller, Jack's Christmas Wish!

See why reader J. L. Henrik would "snap this book up!"
 
Blurb: 


Aside from being broke, stalked and groped by Santa, Lissa Monroe wondered what would happen to her next? She never expected it would be love at first sight. Times are hard for Lissa, with her mother’s illness and her own financial problems. She took a job as Santa’s sexy helper in a department store. Her ex-boyfriend Rex is stalking her and leaving dirty messages on her answering machine. She thinks she can handle him, but things turn deadly causing her to have an accident.

Being a widowed single father isn’t easy. Derek Baxter knows this first hand, but when your son wants a new mom for Christmas what are you to do? It’s not like you can go out and find one or is it? Jack thinks so when he meets Lissa as he sits atop Santa’s lap. Outwardly Derek is the polite, shy widower and devoted father to his son Jack. In truth Derek is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He harbors a naughty secret that would surprise his friends and neighbors. Derek is a BDSM-Dominant with a playroom hidden in his basement loaded with BDSM toys. Derek's not looking for a relationship; at least he doesn’t think he is until Lissa and Jack have an instant bond, causing Derek to wonder if maybe his son’s instincts have found him a new Wife.

Derek and Lissa embark on a whirlwind relationship which accelerates and leaves them both breathless. They both want the same thing—each other, but Lissa’s past hurts in the name of love hold her back. Derek is determined to break down her walls one way or another and win her heart. He determines she is the perfect submissive and uses it to his advantage, winning her over one sexual encounter at a time. She caves and agrees to marry him, making Jack and Derek happy that Jack got his Christmas wish.


Excerpt:




"Take my coat, get in your car and follow me."
She sat up, pulled the jacket back on and went to get out, but stopped.  She turned to face him.  "This is just one night, right?  Like a Christmas fantasy." 
He nodded his head.  "I want more, but anything else would be too complicated, I think.  If you've changed your mind, let me know now."  He adjusted himself in the seat, trying to get comfortable with a hard-on if it were possible. 
"No.  I haven't changed my mind, but could we stay here a bit longer?  She scooted back over toward him. 
"Sure we can." Fuck, my nuts are gonna explode.  He put his arm back around her, pulling her close.  He wanted to pull her on top of him and have her ride him right here in his truck.  He was having a hard time fighting the Dominant inside of himself from taking control.  He had a feeling Lissa would make a perfect submissive.  He just didn't know if it would scare the shit out of her or not.  He guessed not when she started rubbing his cock through his jeans.
"I can't help myself.  I'm just so hot for you." She stroked his entire length up and down.
"Lissa..."
"Shh, just let me do this for you." She kept stroking him. 
He couldn't handle her sensual touches any longer.  He tossed his head back on the seat and let himself go under her hand.  His balls drew up and a tingle ran up his spine, and he came with an intensity he hadn't quite felt before.  It hasn't even been five minutes.  She's gonna think I can't last but a second.  He almost pushed her away out of shame.  He just came in his jeans, for christsakes.  He turned away from her. 
"I'm sorry.  Did I do something wrong?" She put her hand on his shoulder.
He shrugged it off, and said, "I think we can call it a night." Damn he wanted to be with her.  He couldn't just let her go, but the embarrassment was killing him.  He finally turned to her.
"I'm so sorry if I didn't do it right." Here he'd been upset about premature ejaculation and she thought it was something she did wrong. 
"No, sweetheart, you did everything just fine.  I'm sorry I overreacted.  Look, I know this was supposed to be a one night thing, but I really want to see you again." Fuck, complicated. 
"You do?  I really wanted to see you again too.  Maybe we could date a little before we do this again." She rested her hand on his knee.
He grinned at her.  "I think that would be a good idea.  I really enjoyed that though." He palmed her face in his hand and rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb. 
"I'm glad you enjoyed it.  I did too." She kissed his thumb.
"Alright, now you need to stop that or we'll end up doing more than that in just a few minutes.  That will be your only warning." The Dom in him began to take over.  He couldn't keep it from her.  She had to understand what she was getting herself into.  His woman would have to be a sub no matter what.  He couldn't be with anyone who wasn't.  She would have to want to live the lifestyle every day.
"Maybe me, you and Jack could go out together.  That way we would be sure to behave."
"You did promise him an ice cream date.  But let me warn you, he might ask some really embarrassing questions." God, he hoped Jack would keep his little mouth shut about how the French people kiss.
"You're right, I did.  When do you want to do this?" She was practically hopping up and down like an excited child. 
"Calm down, or not, I like the way your breasts bounce when you do that."
She stopped.
"You better behave.  You already gave me a warning, so now I'm giving you one."
"Ooh, I like the feisty side of you." He imagined spanking her ass for mouthing off.  He would enjoy the hell out of turning her pretty little ass pink.
"You'd be surprised at just how feisty I can be." 
He immediately thought of a pissed off kitten.  He could hardly wait to get her in his playroom.  His bondage table would work really nicely for her.  "You know, Kitten; I really want to take you over my knee right now and spank that ass." He thought she might show some fear.
Her eyes dilated. 
Perfect.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Excerpt From Fetish Worship By Billierosie

Here's a wonderful treat: a teasing taste from Billierosie's celebrated collection of sexual kink: Fetish Worship - available now from Sizzler Editions.


Feet
By Billierosie

Adam watched through the peephole he’d drilled in the wall, as his girlfriend, Josie, sank her slender, naked body, down onto his best friend’s cock. Her strong, belly muscles rolled, as her cunt stretched and clenched to accommodate him, swallowing him whole. She threw back her head, exposing the lovely line of her throat, her large breasts thrust forward, her long, curly, dark brown hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, as she savoured the tension of her internal muscles gripping his cock. Her lips were parted as if in an exotic prayer. She arched her back and a tremor passed through her body.

Adam could sense, rather than hear, her long exhalation of relief. She quivered, and raised her arms, in supplication. She lifted her heavy mane of dark hair, as she raised and lowered her body taking the long, thick cock inside her. The man beneath her grinned and murmured some sort of endearment to her, as his pelvis pumped. He held out his arms; Josie smiled, reaching down to him linking their fingers. Adam bit his lip in annoyance. He’d said the bastard could fuck her, not have a conversation. Still, Josie fucked him, grinding her hips in a circular motion taking his cock up to the hilt.

Poor girl; she needed this. Adam rarely fucked her, he had other things on his mind. His slowly stroked his hard cock, as he looked lovingly at those other things now. Her beautiful, delicate feet. Her arched soles were uppermost. Adam ran his tongue over his dry lips as he imagined licking her curved instep. Her sweet toes were curled, anticipating the spasm of her first orgasm. He masturbated his erect cock.

Feet. For Adam, it had always been feet, for as long as he could remember. One of his earliest memories was of sitting underneath the big, oak table in his mother’s dining room, surrounded by ladies’ feet. He was just a toddler and his mother had no-one to leave him with at her monthly book club meetings. So he was allowed to crawl around under the table, as long as he didn’t make a noise. Adam never made a noise. He sat and listened to the women’s soft voices and laughter, as he sucked his thumb, lost in his own private heaven, gazing at, and inhaling the smell of women’s feet. Once he’d dared to touch a lady’s foot. He stroked the fine creamy skin curiously, marvelling at the delicate bones beneath. The lady had peeped down at the little boy beneath the table, and smiled.

Before their guests had arrived, he and Josie had lit candles around the sitting room. With the strong lighting turned off, the flickering light created a warm, intimate atmosphere. It cast delicate shadows beneath Josie’s breasts, over her tight belly and across her shoulder blades. She looked glorious in her naked abandon, like a crazed goddess.

It wasn’t the first time Adam had give her to his friends to fuck. But she’d never taken three men at a time before. She’d begged and pleaded with Adam for this to happen. It was her ultimate fantasy, she’d told him. Three men inside her at the same time. Adam didn’t get it. But if he understood anything, it was the primal need to fulfil a fantasy. It was the only way to meet an obsession. And the obsession was harmless, not hurting anyone.

If Adam had liked fucking as much as Josie did, theirs would be the perfect relationship. Even the scene before him didn’t turn him on. It didn’t disgust him either. As he watched his girlfriend being lusciously violated, he felt unmoved. What was feeding his huge erection, was Josie’s feet, clenched like claws, as she screamed out her orgasm.

The second man stood behind Josie, waiting his turn. His toned muscular frame, and the black hair that covered his back, belly, arms and chest, gave him the look of a predatory animal in its prime. His cock was massive, hard and erect. When he moved it slapped, bouncing against his belly. He knelt behind Josie, pushing her forward onto her partner’s chest. He now had easy access to her ass. Josie froze, motionless, as he drizzled lube into her crack, preparing her for an anal fucking. He slipped a finger into her anus, priming her with lube, and gently finger fucked her tight little puckered hole. Josie groaned with pleasure. He positioned his cock at her anal entrance, and pushed. Adam watched, coldly fascinated, as the bulbous cock head stretched her hole and opened her up, like a ripe piece of fruit.

Adam wondered how much cock she could take. She let out a long, low moan of what sounded like discomfort, as the thick cock slowly stretched her hole, pushing into her, inch by inch. The man behind her wrapped his arms around her. He caressed her breasts, and stroked her erect nipples. He pushed her hair aside and kissed and nibbled her neck. Then he took her quickly and roughly. Josie shrieked with shock as he slammed his thick cock into her, right up to the hilt. He snarled like a wild dog. Adam could hear her whimpers as the two men set up a rhythm fucking her. At first keeping perfect time with each other, then thrusting and pumping alternately. Despite his distaste, Adam considered whether the two guys fucking his girlfriend, could feel each other’s cocks through the delicate membrane separating her vagina from her rectum. That was totally sick, he thought.

Adam wondered how they had decided between them, who should have which hole. He’d wanted nothing to do with it. His friends already thought he was weird, giving his girlfriend to them for the evening. That was why he was watching through the peephole in the wall. They really would think he was a pervert, if he’d said he wanted to watch. Perhaps Josie had decided how it would be organised. It would be just like her, Adam thought, to feign indifference, while carefully manipulating whose cock she wanted to go where. She was crushed now between the two men, just a toy for them to fuck. Adam didn’t care. But just let them touch her feet and he would kill them all. 

Slender ankles, legs crossed, legs uncrossed. A foot tapping. Strappy sandals and painted toenails during the summer. Victorian laces and high boots in the winter. Adam had learnt very early in his life, that anything to do with ladies’ feet turned him on. He recalled sitting, mesmerized, studying a fine, delicate golden chain around an equally delicate ankle. Once, one of his mother’s friends had worn a silver toe ring, with a tiny bell that tinkled when she moved. Dirty feet, clean feet, Adam wasn’t prejudiced. Even ugly feet held a fascination for him.

Speared on two cocks, Josie raised herself with difficulty onto her forearms, her mouth wide open, gasping, as the two men pumped her holes. It meant her shoulders were almost taking the full weight of the man humping her ass. For a slight woman, she was very strong. Perhaps the debauchery was pumping her with adrenalin, giving her power. A third man knelt before her, his cock hard, and ready to slide between her parted lips. She accepted him gratefully, almost as if she was receiving a benediction. The third cock was like the confirmation of a blessing to her, something holy. She closed her eyes. She really did look as if she were in a state of bliss. She made little animalistic whimpering noises as his cock pushed into her throat.

When he was much older, Adam had wondered if those alluring times, beneath his mother’s dining table had formed his fetish. Or could one be been born with a fascination for women’s feet? What weird gene could have been responsible? He recalled a summer, some years later, his sisters and their friends had worn bikinis at the swimming pool. His sister’s best friend, Susie, had the most beautiful feet Adam had seen in his short life. High arches and delicately carved ankles. Small perfectly formed toes. She’d painted her nails a pretty, pearly pink. Adam could have written poetry to Susie’s feet. He was still young enough to get away with stroking and tickling her feet. She’d giggled and teased him. Had he felt arousal even then? He remembered a sublime allure as he’d traced his fingers between her delicate toes. She had drops of water on her feet from the swimming pool. Adam had wanted to lap at them. Pretend he was Susie’s little, pet dog. But even then, in his innocence, he’d known that he’d be going too far. The others would either laugh at him, or be disgusted. That was the beginning of Adam’s secret. No one must ever find him out.

The orgy was working itself into a frenzy. Their bodies writhing, rutting like animals. Worse than animals, Adam thought. He could tell Josie was close to coming again. Her body had tightened and she was in perfect rhythm with the three men pumping her holes. The man in her throat pulled back and shot his spunk into her mouth. Josie gulped at him, trying not to spill a drop, but her orgasm surged through her, making her lose concentration, and she drooled spunk and saliva from the corners of her mouth. The men in her ass and cunt, climaxed into her more or less at the same time. All four collapsed on the floor, lungs heaving, gasping for breath, laughing hysterically. A gross tangle of limbs and genitalia. Once again Adam was annoyed. As far as he was concerned, fucking was purely functional. Like getting rid of an itch. It wasn’t supposed to be fun.

At last the three friends dressed and left. Adam left his post at the peephole and joined Josie in the sitting room. He didn’t understand why, but he was angry with her. He decided to sulk a little, to pay her out for enjoying herself without him. Then he felt mean. He knew it was pointless. He loved her so much and she was the only woman he’d ever met, who knew exactly how to please him.

He sat on the sofa and Josie, still naked and stinking of sex, sat at his feet. She lay back, her upper body on the floor, her lovely toes wriggling in his lap. Adam ran his fingers over her glorious feet. He closed his eyes. He would know Josie’s feet anywhere, even if he were blind. He raised one foot to his mouth and sucked on her toes. Such delicate little toes. Adam licked in between them. Josie giggled. He was tickling her. He smiled down at her. His cock was agonisingly huge. He ached right through to his balls and groin, with the need to come.

Josie knew what to do. She gripped his erection between her feet and masturbated him. Adam sighed a blissful sigh. He’d never met a woman who could turn him on like Josie. She’d turned masturbation and foot fetish into an art form. Adam held his cock steady as she ran her instep over his cock head, painting her foot with his pre-come. She tickled his balls with her toes, then gripping his cock with her feet again, she masturbated him furiously. She stopped, keeping him on the edge. Adam groaned with frustration. He looked down at the erotic sight of her perfect toes nestling in his pubic hair, stroking his balls. She pummelled him with her heels, then went back to stroking his cock. Adam whimpered and moaned as he floated away, a mess of exquisite sensations. A golden comfort enveloped him.

She curved both feet around his cock and masturbated him roughly. Breathing rasped, fists clenched jaw set.

And at last, at the end of the long evening, Adam came, jerking his spunk over Josie’s perfect little toes.

Review - Stuck by Sascha Illyvich



Candace - Kandy, was taken in by Ian when she was just a girl. Having lost her parents in a car accident, she faced a life in the system. But, Ian couldn't allow it, and saved her. It cost him his marriage to Alice, the woman he thought he loved. Alice claimed he loved Kandy, that she was the one for him. But how could that be? She was almost 10 years younger than he, like a daughter to him.

Now, Kandy is an adult. A red-haired beauty, a success in her own right, and she wants Ian. On a mission, she sets out to get him. Can Kandy help Ian see that she is no longer a child? Will he be able to let his past go and find happiness in the here and now? Or will his past with Alice stop Ian from finding a future of love and forgiveness that he deserves?

A lovely contemporary romance full of steamy scenes and plenty of twists!

4 stars – Barbara Hunter Brant

Or, do you need a hot excerpt for convincing?

Okay, you've twisted my arm.  *g*



Speeding down I-45 towards Dallas, he didn't know what he was thinking when he let her drive.  It was one thing to say "here, let's take my car," and another to say "Kandy, you drive."
He should have known better.
Taking his car was a better choice, it was brand new.  He took very good care of his new Jaguar, but Kandy just had to test the new fuel injection system on the highway this time of year.  She just had to test the sound system complete with the latest and cleanest speakers on the market.
It wouldn't be so bad if she listened to something calmer than the vocalist from Mudvayne scream.
Of course, maybe she identified.  The vocalist was quite pissed off, but he had to be in his early twenties, right?
Stopping at a truck stop in Centerville, they both got out, stretching their legs.  Kandy was dressed in blue jeans that hugged her well rounded ass and emphasized just how tiny she was, a red velvet jacket that hid her frame.  She wore a tight black top, showing Ian plenty of cleavage.  Her bright red ponytail swung over the curve of her ass.  Complete with two inch boots, she was a knockout!
Ian dressed more conservatively.  Black slacks, a beautiful purple ribbed sweater that Kandy bought him last year for Christmas, and his trusty Bostonians.  Black of course.
Finishing up, Ian met Kandy outside the store and walked with her, arm in arm towards the car.
"I'll drive," Ian looked sternly into Kandy's beautiful eyes.
Kandy pouted, "You don't like my driving?"
"No," Ian's voice was firm.
"Coward." Sticking her tongue out at him made Ian think of things he shouldn't.  This was just a little vacation, right?
"Fine," she retorted to his silence.  But I get to crank up the music still."
Ian sighed heavily.
"Yay!" Kandy jumped up, clapping like a little girl who'd just gotten permission to eat sweets.
They got in the car and immediately, Kandy turned up the stereo.  More Mudvayne.
Ian groaned.
"Oh come on, there's passion behind this band. You know what that is, don't you?"
Ian groaned loudly.  "Yes, I know what passion is."
"Was.  Until," she stopped herself.
Ian was quick to catch her mistake.  "How old are these guys?"
It was too late.  Kandy had drifted into the heavy rhythms of the bass players' slap technique.
They were just outside Dallas when Kandy reached over and put her hand on Ian's thigh.  Twitching, he ignored her, feeling deaf.  She'd switched out Mudvayne for a louder band with a vocalist who vacillated between sounding like an angel, or like he'd swallowed pins for breakfast.
Jerking when her hand inched up his thigh, Ian looked at Kandy, thrashing to the music.  Well, that was a term for it anyway.
Before Ian became fully cognizant, Kandy's hand had managed to find its' way to his crotch.  The warmth of her hand was welcome, but dangerous.
"What are you doing?" he asked when his zipper slid down.
Kandy reached a hand into his pants, threading her fingers through his boxers.
Choking back a groan, Ian managed to keep his eyes on the road.  It had grown considerably darker now.
"What the hell are you doing, Candace?"
"Mmm, don't call me Candace," she purred before freeing his cock.  She began stroking it, her fingers warming and massaging his rigid cock.
"I can't pull over for this nonse–" he couldn't finish the sentence.  Keeping his eyes focused on the road, he realized her warm breath had kissed his cock.
Then her lips fell over him.
"I can't be–oh god Kandy your mouth is so warm…"
Her lips brushed the head of his swollen member, Ian's knees jerked against the gas pedal, sending them within inches of the car in front of them.
The car in front of them honked, flipped Ian off and changed lanes.
Ian peered down, then at the driver who gave him a thumbs up once he glanced over to see Kandy's mouth working him over.
Ian groaned pleasurably.  His body was on fire, his nerves ready to explode in Kandy's mouth, but he maintained control.  If she wasn't careful, they'd wreck.
It started to snow.
"Fucking great!"  Ian choked the words out when she sank his cock completely inside her mouth.
"I know," Kandy replied.  "You taste so damn good," she licked the head of his cock like a lollipop.  Ian grunted, trying to concentrate on the road, but Kandy's tongue snaked around his shaft, sliding up one side and down another.
Clutching the steering wheel, his knuckles had turned white by now, and his thighs ached from his trying to remain in control of his car.
It purred, or at least he thought it did until he slowed the car and saw Kandy, purring against his cock.  The sensation sent shivers racing through him.  Her hot mouth covered him, sliding his cock out of her mouth with a popping sound.
"Kandy," he gritted his teeth together.  Slowing the car, he heard her giggle.
"This is so fun though," she lowered her mouth over his cock, brushing the sensitive skin with her teeth.
The friction of her wet lips against his swollen sex was enough to drive him wild.  "You should stop," he reiterated, "or I'll come in your mouth."
"That's the idea," she licked him again.
Thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to buck her, he quickly realized that he only added to their pleasure.
She wasn't going to stop.
Ian didn't care right now.  The speed sign passed by too quickly for him to see what the legal limit was, but it didn't matter.  His gray jaguar could outrun any patrol car, but he really didn't want to have matters come to that.
"Kandy," he lowered a hand to her hair, stroking her curls, playing, tangling his fingers in her silky hair.
"Silly pet," she uttered and moved up and down his cock faster and faster, excitement building in him.  His throbbing cock jerked in her mouth once, his control over his body gone.