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Pleasure Incorporated: Stephanie and Stephen Part two

Week One: Stephanie and Stephen

DISCLAIMER: Just a reminder, the following is first draft, unedited material. 😀 Enjoy.

Don’t forget to read part one first!

I stopped at the top of the landing. There at the bottom of the steps, with his back toward me was Stephen. His hair hung in soft waves just below his shoulders, and he filled out every inch of the tailored fabric in that black suit. He had his hands in his pant pockets and exuded a casual, sensual confidence. In opposition, my knees knocked. I gripped the railing for support.

He must have heard my awkward descent because he turned around and smiled. I almost ran back into my room and locked the door. No man can be that beautiful. I shouldn’t be here.

He bounded up the stairs, cutting off my escape. “Stephanie.”

The word purled off his tongue and rippled over my skin. I swallowed. “You must be Stephen.”

He lifted my hand to his lips. They were incredibly soft. He must use a lot of Chapstick.

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you. Come.” He held out his arm, and I threaded mine though his. He locked it tight to his side. “They have a sumptuous meal waiting for us in the dining room.”

He led me down a wing off to the left of the lobby, stopping at a beautiful room with a teak dining table, ornamented with fine crystal and china. He held out a chair. “Please.”
I sat down, and he tucked me closer to the table. He lifted an amber bottle from the ice bucket. “Would you like some—”

“Yes.” I finished for him.

He smiled and poured us each a glass before sitting down beside me.

I took a small sip. “Lovely.”

“I’m glad you approve.”

“The wine is nice too.” I was going for confident and sexy, but it came out like a croak.

“You’re very beautiful when you blush.”

I covered my face with my hands. He pried them away and held them tight. “I’m looking forward to seeing that happen a lot this evening.”

I may have squeaked.

He laughed, a deep, melted chocolate sound that poured over me, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Tell me about yourself,” he said.

“Didn’t you read up on me?”

He leaned back and crossed his legs. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Oh. I um—” A waiter interrupted us with a starter salad—half an iceberg lettuce and a few bacon pieces completed the course.

“Pay no attention to them.” He waved to the young man leaving the room. “They are paid very well for their discretion and practiced incognizance of our conversation.”

I eyed the door dubiously, but figured, I’d come this far, and they all knew why I was there. I distracted myself with the food. The salad was really good. It had a thick bacon vinaigrette drizzled over top of the simple presentation.

The forms I’d filled out for Pleasure Incorporated were pretty extensive. If he did his homework, Stephen would know all about my past relationships, going as far back as the asshole who took advantage of me. He’d know I was a Public Relations Officer for a large corporation. He would have discovered I was an only child, had a middle class upbringing, liked to dance, and practiced yoga. He’d even know my favourite foods. I suspected the entree of the meal would be either pasta or steak. He’d also be keenly aware of every dirty fantasy I had. I coughed as a piece of bacon lodged in my throat.

“Are you all right?” he asked, holding out my water glass.

My eyes teared, but I held up a hand. “I’m fine,” I wheezed.

He set the glass down and presented the wine instead. “Perhaps this would work better. I know this is awkward, but I’d love to find a way to help you relax.”

I coughed some more.

He handed me a napkin. “I do like that blush, though. It suits you.”

I drank the wine—all of it—and held out my glass for more. “Enjoying yourself?” I asked when I could talk without sputtering all over him.

“Innocence is sexy. I can’t wait to corrupt you.”

On that cue, the waiter returned to clear our plates, while another brought in our main course—filet mignon with mushrooms, onions and what looked like a twice-baked potato. My mouth salivated as the plate was placed and turned to its best angle in front of me.

“This looks incredible.”

“Germaine makes a fantastic gravy. Wait till you take a bite,” he said.

For a few moments neither one of us spoke. I was too absorbed in the melding of flavors in my mouth. I may have closed my eyes.

“You were saying?” he said.

“Pardon?”

“You were about to tell me all of your deepest secrets.”

“I was?”

“Yep.”

“I think you know all of mine. What about you? Who’s the man charged with seducing me tonight?”

“Seducing you? I like the sound of that.” He leaned forward and placed his hand beneath my chin. His thumb brushed my lower lip. “You had a little sauce, just there.”

My heart pounded in my chest, and I gripped the fork and knife like a vice. It had been a while since I’d been with anyone, but no one had touched me like that. A simple gesture, yet it lit wild fires inside my belly.

He sat back. “Like you, I had a typical suburban upbringing.”

“What led you here?” I wiped my mouth with the napkin in case he missed a spot, keenly aware of the tingle still buzzing along my lip.

“I had a talent, and Mrs. Murphy found me. It was a lucky break.”

“What talent?” I kept my focus firmly on cutting my steak.

“My friends called me the pussy whisperer.”

My knife stopped its carving. I wanted to come up with something other than ‘oh my God’ as a response, but anything sensible or even remotely witty left my head.

He popped a piece of steak in his mouth. The juice left a delicious sheen on his lip. If I was bold, I’d wipe it away like he’d just done to me. I pushed around the potato on my plate instead. “You must have had a lot of happy girlfriends to earn a title like that.”

“In bed, yes. Most left unsatisfied with the life I was willing to give them.”

“So you’re a lone wolf? The consummate bachelor?”

“Until I find the right woman, yes.”

“Is there a right woman?” I didn’t know why I was fishing. This was an arrangement. I was paying for a service, but the thought of maybe, even the remotest possibility that this man was looking for more and could actually find it, in someone like me was thrilling.

“You’re blushing again. I don’t think I’m going to make it through this dinner without devouring you.”

My appetite for steak took a back seat to the main course. Stephen’s fierce gaze turned my hesitations inside out, and I couldn’t imagine eating another bite.

“May I kiss you?” He stood in front of me and took my hand in his. He drew me to my feet.

“My breath. The dinner.” My free hand flew to my mouth. Where was that minty toothpaste when you needed it? “Maybe we should head back to the room first.”

“You’ll taste like wine and steak—every man’s dream.” His hand slipped around my waist, and he drew me close. His beard brushed my neck. “You smell delicious.”

I shivered. “Chanel.”

“Mmmnnn. Steak.” His lips brushed mine, and I inhaled sharply.

“Let me know if you want me to stop,” he said.

I shook my head. “I don’t want you to stop.” I sounded like a breathless teenager, but the rational, judgmental side of me was quickly taking a backseat to the very horny, extremely turned on part of me that pressed her hips unabashedly into Stephen’s groin.

“You’re safe with me. If at any point you want me to stop, you need only say ‘No,” or ‘Stop.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Grab your clutch.”

I scooped it off the table, and he lifted me in his arms.

I squealed.

“Do that again, and I’ll have to kiss you.”

I bit my lower lip and threw caution to the wind. “Peep.”

His mouth was against mine so fast, I didn’t have time to focus on anything but the taste of him. Warm, soft, with just the right amount of demanding, my tongue swept forward and sought his.

He strode out of the dining room and tackled the stairs. He could have taken them two at a time, I didn’t know, I was too busy exploring the heat of that kiss and the soft curls of his hair as I threaded my fingers through them.

After a moment, I realized we’d stopped.

“Key,” he panted.

“Bag,” I answered.

He set me down, and I rummaged through the tiny purse with trembling fingers. I handed him the card, certain I’d never get it to unlock in my current state.

He swiped it effortlessly, scooped me back up, and sauntered into the room. He laid me down on the bed and stepped back. “You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that.” I tucked a curl behind my ear and sat up on the bed.

“My cock doesn’t lie.”

I looked down at the litmus test in question. “Jesus.” It was bulging out of his pocket.

He smiled. “He’s excited to finally get you alone in this bed.” He took off his jacket and laid it across one of the wing-back chairs. “Do you trust me?”

“I don’t know you.”

“Do you trust that Mrs. Murphy will have my balls if I don’t make this the most satisfying experience of your life?”

I smirked. “That I do trust.”

He walked over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. He retrieved a silk bag and set it on the bed. “Open it.”

I raised an eyebrow, but with an encouraging nod from Stephen, I curled my legs beneath me and grabbed the bag. It was heavy and something metal clanked inside. I loosened the draw string and emptied the contents on the duvet. A pair of handcuffs slid out along with a black silk blindfold. “Fuck.”

“This was one of your fantasies.” He trailed the back of a finger over my shoulder and down my arm. “I’m going to make you scream with pleasure. Will you permit me to restrain you?”

My heart hammered in my chest. I’d put that damning info on my ‘fantasy checklist’ from the agency. I didn’t think I’d actually be doing it. Maybe one day, but tonight? Here? Now?

He fingered the silk blindfold. “What do you think?”

My body had its own reaction. The mere sight of the props made me wet, and my pulse raced. As for my head, a whole host of thoughts were rampaging through my mind: Was I really considering this? Why the hell was I considering this? I’m going to kill Amy. Jesus he’s hot. I want to, but did I trust him? Did I trust me? This was a lot to take in.

He pulled a key out of his pocket and inserted it in the handcuffs, swinging them open and closed. He placed the key on the nightstand. “At any point you need only tell me to stop.”

“Okay.” It came out as a whisper.

“I’m so glad you said yes.” His smile weakened my knees, and I was grateful to be sitting down.

“Let’s take care of this dress.” He looped his thumb beneath the edge of the scoop neck and fingered the hem of the thin fabric, brushing the side of my breast in the process.

“Guess I didn’t need to buy that new lingerie.” I knew he was going to throw me down and rip everything off.

“I’m very interested in seeing that. Later. Right now, I’d like you completely naked.”

“Can we dim the lights?” Exposed and vulnerable were not my favorite conditions.

“And miss your incredible blush, I’d rather not. I want to see you flushed with pleasure. I want to watch you come.”

After that remark, I was fairly certain an entire rainbow of florid color tinted my cheeks. It also caused my vocal cords to stop working. I nodded, and he helped me shimmy out of the dress. My breasts bounced free, and he took a moment to palm them, rolling a thumb across the tip of my nipples. Heat coursed through my body as echoes of pleasure shimmered between my legs.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

He unclasped my heels. “I think I’d like to see these with the lingerie later.” He slung the dress over the back of a chair and placed my shoes on the floor. He slipped my panties off, twirling them around his finger before tossing them onto the seat.

I expected to feel extremely self-conscious. I was completely naked, and he was still fully clothed, but the way he looked at me made me feel powerful and sexy, and I dare say, a little bold.

He loosened his tie and flung it beside my panties. “Lay back for me.”

Pleasure Incorporated: Stephanie and Stephen Part One

Week One: Stephanie and Stephen

Because the first story is so long, I decided to break it up into two bits. Here then is part one. You’ll have to wait until next week for the climax (lol, see what I did there).

DISCLAIMER: Remember this is a first draft, hot-off-the-press, unedited version. Enjoy the ride.

“Good afternoon, Stephanie. Is it all right that I call you that? Thank you for coming.”

“Stephanie is fine.” I fidgeted in my chair and smoothed down my skirt for the millionth time. Mrs. Murphy looked respectable in Dolce and Gabbana, dark-framed glasses and a tailored pant suit, her long brunette hair pulled back in a bun. Why on earth was I here?

“Try not to be nervous,” she said.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just never done anything like this before.”

She clasped her hands over the manila file folder with my name written on it. “We are a service of firsts.” Her smile was warm.

The space resembled any other commercial building: lots of glass and greys. Mrs. Murphy’s office looked out over the city, revealing people as specks of dust and trucks as dinky cars. I glanced at a door off to the left and behind her desk. Was that where everything happened?

“We have a private location for our encounters.”

Her uncanny ability to read my mind caused sweat to drip between my breasts.

“I thought you’d like to know, I’ve assigned one of our finest personal attendants to oversee your experience with us.”

“Oh.” I couldn’t manage more than that.

“Would you like to see his picture?”

That piqued my interest. I didn’t know if I’d get to find out anything about him before our… well, our date. I grimaced. Date sounded innocent. This was anything but. I’d come to Pleasure Incorporated for very non innocent longings. It was a secret club of sorts. They didn’t advertise, and only referrals from previous clientele earned you an interview with Mrs. Murphy. My girlfriend Amy was the one who told me about them. I couldn’t believe she’d done something like this. Now, I couldn’t believe I was considering doing something like this. Hell, I’d already committed to it, signed the confidentiality contract and everything. Paid the fees in full.

I leaned forward in the chair as she slid an 8×10 glossy my way. I turned it over and whistled. He was beautiful—strong jaw, dimples, shoulder-length dark brown hair, warm eyes, and the body of an Adonis. I swallowed and handed back the photo. I left clammy finger prints on the edges of the film.

She placed a standard white letter envelope on the desk. “Inside is the private location for your meeting tonight. You will need the card key to enter the building and your room. You are to meet Stephen in the lobby at 5:00pm. On your questionnaire, you mentioned wine would be a welcome addition. You will enjoy a quiet dinner together first, get to know one another a little bit. The conversation will help to put you at ease and open you up to the events of the evening. All the details are outlined in the enclosed letter.”

I dropped my head in my hands.

“There is no need to be embarrassed. Stephen has been briefed and is more than qualified to meet your needs.”

I groaned.

Her chair rolled back. I looked up to find her standing, hand outstretched. I followed suit.

Her handshake was firm. “It’s our policy to ensure all aspects of your fantasy are met with the utmost respect and professionalism. But I can assure you. You will enjoy yourself tremendously. Stephen will take good care of you.”

My grip on the envelope caused the paper to roll over the firm plastic card inside. I stared at the flashing numbers as the elevator descended. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. I should kill Amy for suggesting this. My biggest sexual woe was that I’d never had an orgasm with another person. It’s not like it was the end of the world. I’m sure I would have had one eventually. Perhaps when I met the right guy and felt comfortable in his arms. Amy thought my ‘problem’ was sexual heresy and that I needed a ‘good, hard’ reckoning. This insane situation was her solution.

I passed a lobby full of people going on about their day, flustered that at any moment one of them would look at me and know what I was about to do. Do they even know what the company on the thirty-third floor did? P. Incorporated was all it said on the huge information board behind the security desk. I shuffled down the sidewalk and ducked inside my car. The meter was flashing, but there was no ticket. Thank God. How would I explain that one?

I opened the envelope and pulled out the card. I scooted forward and tucked it in my back jean’s pocket. I unfolded the letter and scanned the pertinent details. My room was ready immediately, and the Pleasure Motel was located an hour northeast from downtown. The letterhead called the place the Country House, but the sleazy label wrapped itself around my mind and held on. I programmed the address into my GPS and headed toward the highway. I’d packed my bag yesterday but brought way too much stuff. What on earth does one bring or wear to a sexual escapade? I suspected other than making sure my breath was minty fresh with toothpaste, there was very little I’d use in my overnight bag. I’d bought some sexy lingerie, but the more I dwelled on it, the more ridiculous the purchase seemed. Would he just throw me down? Would he rip off all my clothes? I wiped a hand across my face. This was such a bad idea. I picked up my phone and dialed into the Bluetooth.

“Hello?” Amy’s voice echoed on the other end. She must be driving too.

“This is such a bad idea,” I said.

“Nonsense. This is a step forward for all women kind. You can’t have your girl bits all shrivelled and lifeless like that. She needs to be set free and soar.”

“It’s not an eagle, for fuck’s sake; it’s a pussy, and cats can’t fly.” I took the off ramp and veered north.

“Only because your canary hasn’t learned to sing.”

I snorted. “This is the most ridiculous conversation I’ve ever had with you. And that’s saying a lot.”

“Steph. Trust me. By tomorrow morning, your world outlook will have changed. You won’t be the girl afraid you’ll never come. You’ll know it can happen, and you’ll revel in the feeling and the experience. Who have they hooked you up with?”

I didn’t bother pointing out how tawdry ‘hooked up’ sounded. “His name is Stephen. Looks like a Greek god.”

“I had a guy named Paul. Blond and tall as fuck.”

Amy had her encounter last year. I only learned about it a few months ago. As her best friend, I gave her a serious brow beating for the secrecy. She redeemed herself (according to her) by talking me into trying an experience myself.

The company only took on one client a week, which didn’t make any sense to me. If the demand was there, why delay? I’d had to wait over two months before I received my appointment. As much as I wanted to know the reason behind the wait, I didn’t ask. The less I knew about this organization the better. I wasn’t even sure it was legal.

I shuddered and pushed the thought from my mind. As soon as I made the clandestine call to the agency, I was sent lots of paper work to fill out, including a manifesto of past sexual experiences and health history. The company’s mission statement and policies were well laid out in the welcome package, including the rigorous screening and medical standards mandated for their personal attendants. At least I could be confident Stephen was clean.

“I have no idea how I let you talk me into this.” I still had a long drive ahead of me, but the green spaces were opening up now, and the concrete jungle was slowly giving way to real trees.

“Because you’re repressed and you need a good lay.”

“True.”

“Do you have all your condoms?” she asked.

“Yes, Mom, though Mrs. Murphy said they take care of all that.”

“Yeah, she told me that too. I still brought some just in case.”

“Some?” I laughed.

“I had twenty-four hours. I planned on using as many as I could before the clock ran out.”

I heard Amy’s car ding, and she switched to her handheld. “I have to go, babe, but seriously, you need this. Try to let go of the crap in your past. Not all guys are demons.”

“I know.”

“Good. Then go out there tonight and have some fun. Leave stuffy, overthinking Steph in the city. Let the wild child out. You know, the one that goes out drinking and dancing with me. Bring her to the party. Let her loose on Stephen and leave nail marks on the guy’s back.”

I laughed. “I’ll do my best.”

“Atta girl. Have fun, sweetie. Love ya.”

“Love you too, girl.”

She rung off, and my speakers clicked back onto the radio. I turned up the volume and sang, blocking out my objections and doubts. I didn’t let them out of the bag again until I pulled up the long, winding drive that stopped in front of a colonial mansion. Columns, shutters, and trim in white and plaster exterior walls in a soft, welcoming yellow greeted me, as did the gentleman who waited to take my keys and whisk my car away. A bellhop retrieved my luggage and carried it up the front steps.

He waited at the entranceway. “You will need to use your card, Madame.”

“I’m sorry, of course.” I rummaged through my pockets. I wiped my palms on my jeans and tried fishing the plastic out. “Sorry. I’m just nervous.”

“It is all right.”

I studied him out of the corner of my eye. He was handsome and young, and very clearly not from around here. His accent betokened a café by a lazy river, or wine alongside a wicker picnic basket in a flower-filled meadow.

I swiped the card. The light flashed red and the door wouldn’t budge.

“Try again,” he said. “Slowly.”

I just wanted to get the hell inside and hide in my room. I gave the card key another shot. This time, I heard the click, and my friend opened the door for me. “Après vous.”

“Thank you.” I crossed the threshold and took a moment to appreciate the dark-stained hardwood flooring and grand staircase before me. We were in a wide atrium and there were two rooms, one on either side of the foyer.

“To the left is the main sitting area. Feel free to bring a book here to read. The light is very good from the large windows.”

I poked my head in to have a look. Floor to ceiling bookshelves ensconced a large stone fireplace.

“To your right is the music room. Do you play?”

A Yamaha ebony grand piano commanded focus. “No.”

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs. “This is the main lobby area. You will meet your personal attendant here at the appropriate time.”

There was a pair of wing back chairs tucked into the curve of the stairwell. I nodded.

He proceeded up the steps, turned right at the landing, and ambled down the long hallway. We passed several doors before stopping at one with the label, Master Suite, in gold font etched in the dark wood. I retrieved the card key again and swiped it in the metal lock. The light flashed green, and my porter opened the door, motioning me inside. I took a moment to process the room while he placed my belongings on a fold out luggage rack.

“Will that be all, Madame?”

I blinked. “Yes, thank you.”

I started to dig in my pockets but he held up his hand. “We do not accept tips. Enjoy your stay.” He bowed slightly and closed the door behind him.

The room was opulent. A large sitting area with couch, wingback chairs, a coffee table, and television sunk two steps down off the main entrance way. A kitchenette with granite countertops, and a large sunroom that opened to a patio with lounge chairs and a hot tub stretched before me. I followed the stone tile floor into the bathroom. The tub could fit three people. A stand up shower, built for two with a rock ledge for sitting, gleamed behind glass doors. The bedroom had a four poster bed, two elegant upholstered chairs, and two wide-paddled ceiling fans. The room looked like it should overlook the ocean. After taking one lingering look at the bed, I hightailed it back out to the sitting room. I checked my watch. I had an hour before I was to meet Stephen. I couldn’t fathom what I was supposed to do with myself for that length of time. I had enough pent up energy to win a marathon, but I couldn’t manage a run, a shower, and still have time to get ready before five. I’d showered before I left home, so it would take me a half hour at most to sachet out the door in time. I opened my bag and laid out my supplies. I could curl my hair. That would take a good twenty minutes in and of itself. Satisfied that I had something to do rather than dwell on what was about to go down, I set to work.

By the time five o’clock rolled around, I had changed into a black dress that dipped low in the back, crept down the front, and swooped around my neck. I paired it with some sky-high heels and my blonde curls. I touched up my make-up, applying mascara and lipstick for that extra oomph and grabbed my small clutch, double checking that the card key was tucked safely inside, along with my compact, lipstick, and a condom. I took a gulping breath and clicked the door shut behind me.

Looking for more? Click on the links to enjoy Part Two and The Climax

In gratitude,

Marissa xo

Pleasure Incorporated

Pleasure Incorporated

Welcome to my sexy new FREE series, Pleasure Incorporated. I’m going to post a first draft, hot-off-the-press story each week. Get ready for 52 weeks of Pleasure!

Each week will feature a new client coming to Pleasure Incorporated in the hopes of having their sexual fantasies come true. Pleasure Inc., delivers on its promises.

Join me here, or on Wattpad for each steamy new excerpt in this tantalizing new series.

In gratitude,

Marissa xo

Over the Hump

Working on a new novel is a lot like running through a vat of molasses. It’s a slow, messy process. I’m happy to report, however, I finally stumbled over the 30,000 word hump. 😀

Here’s a little teaser of what I wrote today for Hot in Aruba, my contemporary romance.

That Tongue

Can’t wait to share this one with you!

In gratitude,

Marissa xo

For the Record

From today’s writing: Hot in Aruba

Hot in Aruba

My feet moved mechanically. I was a sexually active woman. I loved sex. I craved the intimacy and high of climax, yet around Carlos, I acted like a girl who’d barely been kissed. And why? Because I was bent on us being friends. That old record was seriously wearing out its groove.

When he’d suggested we should head back, I’d wanted anything but. However, the idea of pushing him down and fucking him in the desert sand hadn’t really appealed to me, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why? Outside sex was hot. A thought burbled to the surface, and I cringed. A whiny, pouty little voice mewled that our first time together should be special.

I kicked a pebble in my path. What the hell was happening to me? I was losing my fucking mind.

HUNTER by Margaret Madigan

Please join me in extending a hearty congratulations to Margaret Madigan on the completion of her sexy, hot novella: HUNTER! Today, I have the pleasure of revealing to you the cover of this tantalizing little dish, so without further ado, I give you HUNTER!

COVER REVEAL

HUNTER is the first book in the new Caine Brothers series of erotic romance novellas by Margaret Madigan. Look for it to release October 19, 2015.

Blurb:

When Hunter takes over the CEO position at his father’s multi-billion dollar real estate development company, he also inherits his father’s sexy blonde personal assistant, Allison.

Allison doesn’t appreciate being passed around like property. When she meets Hunter, though, sparks fly. He’s gorgeous, but she’s ready to resign, until he proves he’s not the misogynistic  boss his father was.

Hunter’s considering the purchase of a resort in Costa Rica. It’s currently a couples-only resort, so he asks Allison to go undercover with him, posing as newlyweds. Allison’s skeptical, but it’s a free trip to Costa Rica, and Hunter’s easy on the eyes, so why not?

Those sparks turn into raging hot flames as Hunter and Allison explore the resort–and each other–and discover that what happens in Costa Rica may or may not actually stay in Costa Rica.

Cover!

Excerpt: 

Hunter went right back into the bathroom to do whatever he intended to do to get that roaring erection under control.  Allison pondered following him and helping him out, one way or another.

Two things stopped her; first, her legs were so weak from that flipping amazing orgasm that she didn’t think she could walk across the room, and secondly, the anticipation of owing him heated her all over again.

While he’d showered the first time, she’d moved all their luggage to the closet. Now, she went to find a dry pair of panties.

She changed them and sat on the bed, waiting for Hunter and remembering his fingers on her and in her. The ghost of his touch still lingered on her skin and in the receding pulse of her orgasm.

If that was just a sample of what they’d do to each other, she didn’t need to sleep on it. To hell with caution, she was ready for more.

But apparently he’d decided they’d stick to the agreement.

It didn’t take long for him to finish in the bathroom, and when he left the bathroom this time, he looked like he could barely contain his triumph. Like by making her come like that he’d proven some primal point. Like he’d achieved a coup, vanquished a rival, swept in and made a hostile takeover. He puffed his chest, threw his shoulders back, and pretty much strutted into the room.

“Kinda proud of yourself there, chief?” she asked.

“Maybe a little. Where’s my suitcase?”

She pointed at the closet. He went in and rummaged, coming out with charcoal slacks and a blue shirt. He laid everything out on the bed, then paused.

“There are four restaurants here. Any idea what you’re hungry for?” she asked.

“Seriously, you have to ask?”

She looked at him, saw the unfiltered lust in his eyes, and remembered he still hadn’t been properly taken care of. A little bit of waiting wouldn’t hurt Mr. I-get-everything-I-want-when-I-want-it CEO. Might build some character.

“Patience is a virtue, you know.”

“I don’t like to wait.”

“Waiting makes everything better.”

“Bullshit.”

“You’ll see.”

He rolled his eyes, and she smiled. This weekend could be a lot of fun.

“Are you going to sit there while I dress?” he asked.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes. But if you do, we won’t be waiting for tomorrow. If I get naked with you now, you’d better be ready to skip dinner and forget about sleep for most of the night.”

“Well, then. I’ll step out and let you dress. Because I’m starving.”

“Coward.”

She slid off the bed, laughing at his fake insult. As she passed him on the way to the door, she grabbed the edge of his towel and yanked it off.

He growled and reached for her, but she squealed and ran for the living room. She flopped onto the couch, giggling like a little girl, but when she looked back to the bedroom Hunter stood in the doorway, naked as the day he was born, the single most glorious man she’d ever had the privilege to witness in the nude.

He’d reached up and hooked his fingers over the top of the door jamb, and lounged there casually displaying himself for her perusal. She had no doubt he meant for her to understand what she was missing. Her skin tingled, and her mouth watered in appreciation. She’d need to change her panties again.

Tall, tan, lean, and hung, Hunter made the perfect argument without even saying a word.

“Wow.” How she managed even one coherent word, she had no idea.

He grinned. “Damn right, wow.”

“Ego much?”

He shrugged and turned back to the bedroom, giving her a great view of his ass.

Waiting for tomorrow would be a serious challenge, but she didn’t like to lose any more than he did, so she’d wait. Until then, she’d have as much fun teasing him as possible.

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About the author:

 

I write historical romance for Entangled Publishing, paranormal romance for Evernight Publishing, and contemporary, erotic romance, and science fiction for M&M Publishing.

Oregon Ducks fan.

Donut and pastry addict.

I like cats.

I’m terrified of balloons.

When I’m not writing you’ll find me in a college classroom teaching English, or working as a literary agent for an amazing agency…and of course, wrangling my family.

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Nola Sarina's Passion in the Darkness

Realizing I missed a day somewhere along the way, today is really and truly the four day Countdown to Avelynn! So…. Ahem. Let’s try that again.

OMG only 4 days till Avelynn’s release! 😀 5 Sleeps! And today we are celebrating another amazing guest author! Please give a round of applause to Nola Sarina​! *cue ruckus clapping*

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Here’s a little about Nola’s books:

Nola Sarina’s VESPER series tells three twisted tales of heat, terror, and passion in the darkness.

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A woman’s memory returns when she falls in love with the monster who stole it from her in GILDED DESTINY.

Tormented by the branding scars on her back and broken memories of her fallen creator, Three must learn to trust the two men she loves in JADED TOUCH.

And coming soon: PHANTOM NIGHTS, the third instalment in the VESPER series.

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To find out more about her scintillating books, visit her Amazon Author Page

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Don’t forget to pop into Avelynn’s Facebook Launch Party where you can eMeet Nola as she takes over!

Can’t wait for the 8th!

In gratitude,

Marissa xo

Guest Author Wren Michaels!

All right party people in the house, this is getting real! There are only nine more sleeps till AVELYNN’s pub date! EEEEEEEEEeeeeeee! 😀

To celebrate, I’m going to showcase a guest author every day leading up to the 8th. These wonderful people will be at my Facebook launch party, giving away books and prizes; there’s even a $100 gift card up for grabs!

Please give an enthusiastic hello to my first guest: Wren Michaels​

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Here’s a peek at one of her books: VEXED

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Vodou stole her life. A gay ghost stole her boots. And the man who stole her heart stole her memories. Kena plans to get it all back.

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Ex-cop Kena’s life is filled with regret, beer, and Cheetos. That is, until her ghostly roomie sends her dumpster diving, leading her to a sexy stranger named Luc and a fate she’d rather not remember. As Kena’s memories resurface, so do her feelings for Luc, the man she’s secretly been in love with for the last thousand years. And he needs her for more than a stroll down memory lane.

Vodou spirits, known as Loa, have been trapped in human form, and are trying to make their way back to the spirit world. But Luc’s brother is possessed by a vengeance demon conjured at the hands of NOLA’s crime syndicate kingpin. Saving him means damning herself to a spirit prison in a loveless, arranged union with the very man she’s supposed to rescue. But not helping Luc’s brother sentences him to death, leaving New Orleans in the hands of black magick, and losing Luc forever.

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Check out Wren’s Amazon Author Page for information about all her awesome books!

Can’t wait until September 8th! I hope to see you all there as we celebrate the release of AVELYNN!

In gratitude,

Marissa xo

 

It's Book Birthday with @authorwren and VEXED!

Please welcome Wren Michaels and her sexy new book, VEXED, to the page! Take it away, Wren!

Thanks for sharing in the release of my first full-length novel! I hope you enjoy reading about Kena and Luc as much as I enjoyed writing them. There’s plenty of action, adventure, romance, and Vodou for everyone!

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I did a little Q&A about the book:

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters? Originally the story was going to be completely different when I wrote the first 5000 words or so of the book. But after I came back from the 2014 Romantic Times convention in New Orleans, I was inspired to write something with a Vodou/NOLA flair. So the book took a twist and became so much more than I ever imagined. I wanted a strong heroine and an alpha male. But Luc ended up being more of an Alpha/Beta blend. He’s not really one or the other. He’s quite complex. Kena ended up being a witty heroine who took things into her own hands.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind? Music is my biggest influence. I listened to mainly instrumental gaming soundtracks while writing. But one of my Critique Partners burned me a CD of music she thought would be perfect for this book, and it was filled with great songs by The Black Keys, Rolling Stones, Zepplin, Jack White and Muse. It ended up really making scenes come alive for me.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books? In this book I tried to make the characters reflect their Vodou based deities. I did take some artistic liberties and spun a few things, but I did a lot of research to make sure a lot of the intricacies of their actual descriptions and quirks made it into the story.

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Vodou stole her life. A gay ghost stole her boots. And the man who stole her heart stole her memories. Kena plans to get it all back.

Ex-cop Kena’s life is filled with regret, beer, and Cheetos. That is, until her ghostly roomie sends her dumpster diving, leading her to a sexy stranger named Luc and a fate she’d rather not remember. As Kena’s memories resurface, so do her feelings for Luc, the man she’s secretly been in love with for the last thousand years. And he needs her for more than a stroll down memory lane.

Vodou spirits, known as Loa, have been trapped in human form, and are trying to make their way back to the spirit world. But Luc’s brother is possessed by a vengeance demon conjured at the hands of NOLA’s crime syndicate kingpin. Saving him means damning herself to a spirit prison in a loveless, arranged union with the very man she’s supposed to rescue. But not helping Luc’s brother sentences him to death, leaving New Orleans in the hands of black magick, and losing Luc forever.

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After stripping out of the wet clothes, I wrapped the towel around myself and wandered out to his room. On the bed lay a white long-sleeve button-down shirt. With a hard swallow, I dropped the towel and picked up the shirt, pulling it to my face. I took a long, hard sniff. Laundry detergent. Of course. Did I think it would smell like him?

Like he’d give you a dirty shirt to wear, Kena.

Thankful he didn’t witness me in idiot-mode, I slid myself into the shirt and was caught mid-button when he knocked at the door.

“Are you decent?” He pushed the door open a crack.

“I’m clothed, if that’s what you mean. Decent is debatable at the moment.” Purposely leaving the top three buttons undone, I worked my way to the bottom button as he walked in.

He halted mid-stride and looked at me. His chest rose and fell in quick spurts, training his eyes over me from head to toe. Veins traversed the length of his arm as he clenched his fists at his sides. “I don’t wear underwear, so I apologize I have no bottoms. It’s all I had that was long enough to cover you.” His position relaxed as he leaned against the mahogany armoire.

“Anything’s better than cold, sopping-wet clothes.” I ran a finger through my hair, now slowly drying into loose stringy curls.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened tonight?” Folding his arms across his broad chest, bulging muscles stretched the navy-blue fabric barely covering his biceps.

I shook my head. “Not until I get some honesty from you, big guy.”

With a tilt of his head, he donned a sly grin. “You haven’t asked the right questions.”

“Is this a game for you? Do you enjoy messing with people’s lives? Do you get off on some fucked-up high being in total control?” My fingernails burrowed into the palm of my hand. Everything in me wanted to slap the shit out of him and then ride him like a cowboy.

He pushed off the dresser and walked over to me, lowering his head coming to a stop inches from my face. “You’re the one in control and yet you refuse to acknowledge it. You refuse to let your mind accept it. Stop playing and start being.”

“What do you want from me?” I yelled, a little louder than intended.

“I want you to be you. I want you to”—he stopped and dropped his gaze to my lips, and then slowly made his way back up to my eyes—“come back.”

“Kiss me.” The words rushed from my lips without another thought. My heart hammered so hard in my chest I thought it would shatter my rib cage.

His breathing quickened. A low growl rumbled in his throat. “Don’t do this to me, Kena.”

“Don’t do what? You’re the one doing things to me.” I slammed my hands against his chest and he sailed across the room, his back hitting the dresser behind him. “Shit! I’m sorry.” I reached out for him with a trembling hand.

Fuck, I’d done it again.

He shook his head and straightened himself up. In a blur of movement, he shot across the room and grabbed onto either side of my shirt, yanking me up to his face. “You want me to kiss you?”

“Yes,” I said in more of whooshing sound than a word.

He pressed his lips against my neck and his fingers curled into the fabric of the shirt, pulling me onto my tiptoes. “You don’t even know who I am.”

“I don’t care.” Words no longer made sense to me, only his touch spoke a language I could understand.

He laughed as he pushed me against the wall. Gripping the back of my head with the entire palm of his hand, he splayed the other across my cheek, his thumb resting against my jawline. Tilting my head back, he hovered his lips over mine. “You will.”

His lips crushed against my mouth.

With a sweep of his tongue, he devoured me into a kiss the likes of which I’ve never experienced before in my life. He punished my mouth with his tongue, sliding it over mine in a delicious dance of ecstasy and aggression. His hold on me was not that of violence, but of passion. The way his fingertips eased against my face, yet held me there as if he was scared to let go, revealed a vulnerability. He may be a man of few words who knew how to play the vague card, but his body and actions gave him away.

I arched into him, and he pinned me back against the wall with his hip. Clawing at his shirt, I ripped it out of his jeans and slid my fingers over his heated skin. A surge of energy rushed my fingertips as they glided along his body, electrifying me.

“Fuck, Kena,” he hissed, pulling back from the kiss.

In a movement so fast it blurred everything around me, he shot out the door, slamming it behind him. He left me gasping, clinging to the wall behind me just to remain standing. My legs wobbled like Jell-O as I stumbled to the bed and collapsed. He sucked all the air from my body and replaced it with an ache, a driving need for more of him.

What the hell was he?

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Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But a cowboy swept her off her feet and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line, where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they’d make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.

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Wren Michaels and Her Sexy Stories!

If you missed the cover reveal party for AVELYNN, don’t despair, I’m going to be posting all the wonderful author interviews here for your reading pleasure!

Sitting down with Wren Micheals

I’d like to officially welcome to the party our next guest author, Wren Michaels!

Unbearable by Wren Michaels

Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But a cowboy swept her off her feet and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line, where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they’d make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.

Wren Michaels Thanks for having me, Marissa.

A.b. Funkhauser Tell us about the boyfriends…

Marissa Campbell Tell us a little about your steamy, sexy books!

Margaret Madigan Hi! *waves*

Wren Michaels They’re all scrumptious and waiting to take you on a trip to seductive town.

A.b. Funkhauser Are they shaped by muse(s)?

Marissa Campbell Here’s a little about Wren’s books:

Unbearable by Wren Michaels

UNBEARABLE: Rose Red will stop at nothing to protect her sister, Snow White, from suffering the same fate as their mother. She vows to kill Hestor, the evil dwarf sorcerer responsible for her death. But a twist of fate lands her on the bottom of a riverbed, and her life in the hands of a mysterious stranger.

Marcus is a beast of a man. He is a bear by day, man by night, thanks to a curse from the evil Hestor. When he rescues Rose from an icy grave, he unleashes the real animal. Falling for her is dangerous enough, as he must protect the secret of his curse. But she may just be the key to getting his kingdom back, as she breaks one spell and puts him under another.

Wren Michaels Let’s see, Unbearable has Marcus, my Irish Prince who’s cursed by an evil sorcerer to live as a bear by day and man by night. So he’s an alpha with some animalistic tendencies.

Marissa Campbell Or perhaps you might like this book by Wren Michaels…

UNIFORM FETISH ANTHOLOGY – Welcome Home, Jason

 

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Four years ago Katy said goodbye to her brother Roger and his best friend, Jason, as they deployed for the Middle East. Two weeks ago they both came back. Only one of them was alive.

After Roger’s funeral, Katy turns to Jason for comfort. She’s been in love with him since she was eight years old, but knew he never saw her as anything other than Roger’s little sister. Overwhelmed with grief, she pleads with Jason to help her drown her pain, convincing him to sleep with her to help her escape for a while. But deep in her heart the real reason is because he came back alive, and her love for him reignites.

Jason fights his desires, as he has for fifteen years since he fell in love with his best friend’s sister. He pushed his own feelings aside out of respect for Roger. But when Katy’s grief is too much, he’ll do anything to help her ease the pain.

As they share in each other’s pain and grief, they also ignite a love both of them have forced back for years.

A.b. Funkhauser Who do you “see” when you think of Marcus?

Wren Michaels Welcome Home, Jason has of course Jason, my marine hero. Man in uniform, need I say more?

A.b. Funkhauser The uniform announces the man.

Monique Goodness…a man with bear-like qualities. Who wouldn’t want to read about that?

Dawna Yay!

Wren Michaels My muses are fueled by pics of Ian Somerhalder and coffee so anything is possible.

A.b. Funkhauser Wide open. I like that.

Marissa Campbell What drew you to Red Rose your heroine?

Wren Michaels I see a man who is used to being in control and now forced to live in hiding which is out of his control, so he’s fighting with himself on a daily basis. It makes him complex and in need of help and Rose is his sanctuary.

A.b. Funkhauser She saves him?

Wren Michaels Sorry for typos, I’m driving home from Austin so I won’t be fast at responses as I’m limited to my smart phone

A.b. Funkhauser Be safe.

Marissa Campbell I was just going to thank you for doing this from your phone! xo

Marissa Campbell I think she has a hunky driver.

A.b. Funkhauser In that case, practice SAFE. lol

A.b. Funkhauser And keep those hands on the wheel.

Wren Michaels Well I wanted to do a different fairytale, everyone does Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast, so I wanted to find a little different story to take on. I also tend to write strong female characters. I don’t like damsels in distress, I like damsels that cause distress.

Marissa Campbell I love that! Damsels that cause distress!

Wren Michaels Hubby is driving so I can play. Lol

Wren Michaels Darn auto correct!

Monique I like to read books that feature empowering women. We should all cause distress. I imagine your novels are How to Books.

A.b. Funkhauser Distressing ladies really got going in the 80s with Dynasty and Dallas. Alexis Carrington Colby was my hero. We need women to look up to.

Alison Sounds juicy. A new spin on a classic. Very cool.

Wren Michaels I’m a huge Joss Whedon fan. He’s known for kickass heroines. So I tend to channel him when I write.

A.b. Funkhauser That’s a great muse to have!

Nicki U have got my interest.

Margaret Madigan Whedon’s man enough not to be threatened by women. I like that.

Wren Michaels I have several stories where my damsels do the saving. It’s all about turning the tables.

Monique I, too, am a Joss Whedon fan (currently watching Season 6 of Buffy for the umpteenth time).

A.b. Funkhauser You are levelling the playing field. I could see the male characters reacting badly to this. How does the Bear first react to her overtures?

Wren Michaels Yes, Whedon is very pro woman. Look at Zoe from Firefly, Kaylee is a mechanic, Buffy kicked much ass. Need I say more?

A.b. Funkhauser And with Buffy, he hooked me into something that I thought I wouldn’t watch. You might have me reading bed time stories again Wren Michaels. Thank you.

Wren Michaels Marcus is shocked, but her fire, love for her family and provocative side entice him rather than threaten him.

A.b. Funkhauser Are your men emotional?

Monique I am definitely going book shopping this week.

Wren Michaels Jason, my marine is. He’s just lost his best friend at war, and he comes home to the love of his life. In a unique spin, my heroine, Katy makes the move on him and ends up releasing a bottle of emotions he has.

Marissa Campbell Red is strong and provocative! What drew you to writing romance and erotica?

Wren Michaels Katy ends up celebrating Jason being alive since she just buried her brother.

Heather I love fairy-tale-inspired fiction. You had me at Irish Prince…

Margaret Madigan I love fairy tale inspired stories, too, especially if they’re written with unexpected twists and turns.

Wren Michaels That is a funny story, Marissa. I was bit down in the dumps about my writing career. A friend of mine told me about the anthology and convinced me to do the short story for it. And Evernight accepted it. So as a result my pen name Wren Michaels was born.

A.b. Funkhauser Pen names are freeing?

Wren Michaels After that the same friend, Evie Knight, who is a magnificent author, dared me to try writing a fairytale for Evernight’s Naughty Fairytale line and Rose and Marcus were born.

Wren Michaels Lol well if self-induced schizophrenia is freeing, then yes. Sometimes it is a little chaotic being two people, but I’m certainly having fun with these stories. So there could be more.

A.b. Funkhauser Lol. Out of chaos comes order and ART.

Marissa Campbell There is a strong romantic element running through your stories! So if your sweetheart wanted to sweep you off your feet, what would he have to do?

Wren Michaels Well my hubby convinced me to move from Wisconsin to Texas with a kiss. So um either I’m easy or he’s a spectacular kisser.

Margaret Madigan Or both.

Margaret Madigan *snort*

Dawna Awe!!!

A.b. Funkhauser Hee hee. I can relate. I almost followed my husband to Thunder Bay–it’s as brutal as it sounds! Ah, pheromones.

Alison Lucky you.

Wren Michaels I think at heart every woman just wants a man/woman to make them feel special. Love is the most powerful thing on earth. It is the cause of war, celebration, and life itself.

Monique There’s a story there, Wren.

Wren Michaels All of my heroes are based in part on my hubby.

Dawna That’s true, Wren.

Marissa Campbell What about your heroines … is there some of you in there? What do you admire in them?

Wren Michaels I think I make them all the things I wish I could be. They’re the parts I’m too shy to do in real life.

A.b. Funkhauser Writing them makes them your life. You’re living it. Bravo!

Marissa Campbell Thank you so much for being here, Wren Michaels! xoxo

A.b. Funkhauser Thanks Wren Michaels for sharing.

Margaret Madigan Safe travels home!

Monique Thank you for a titillating hour, Wren.

Wren Michaels Thanks for playing with me today and helping support your favorite authors make their dreams come true. Without you readers, our stories would just live in our heads, and we’d go around talking to ourselves all day. Lol

Monique I’m driving on the lawn from now on.

Wren Michaels Oh and the sequel to Unbearable comes out the end of the month, entitled BAD APPLE. Keep track on my Twitter or FB page for details.

Marissa Campbell Here’s a sneak peak at the cover reveal for BAD APPLE!

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Marissa Campbell Last minute to comment before I make the draw for Wren’s books! She’s giving away a copy each of Unbearable and the Uniform Fetish Anthology!

Marissa Campbell Up first is Unbearable! Drum roll ….

Marissa Campbell Nicki you are the proud winner of Unbearable!

Wren Michaels Kermit Flail!

Marissa Campbell A.b. Funkhauser you just won a copy of Wren’s Uniform Fetish Anthology!

A.b. Funkhauser Hee Hee. I likey!

Marissa Campbell If you want more Wren! Check her out here:

https://twitter.com/AuthorWren

https://www.tsu.co/Wren_Michaels

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