I helped run a wonderful workshop at Romanticon 2013 ~ Sex: There’s an app for that.
The best part of the workshop was that the presenters (me, Lea Barrymire, Danica Avet, Cara Carnes) got to wear awesome t-shirts that said, “Sexual Positions Investigator”. Of course, I was Agent Griffin (LOL). The other highlights of the workshop was the wonderful judges, Joey W. Hill and Desiree Holt. I say wonderful because when we asked them to be our celebrity judges they didn’t hesitate to oblige.
The way the “workshop” was that Danica Avet read the description of the sexual position to the participants. BTW, she read it in her sexiest voice. The contestants would then have to arrange their sex dolls in the position without seeing a picture. Yes, I said sex dolls (awesome, I know).
Two authors, Heidi Lynn Anderson and Jennifer Kacey emerged as winners.
And what workshop would be complete without interns? Jose Da Hood and Ramrod Caveman from Ellora’s Cave were awarded Tammy and Judy to do with as they please. Now that’s a separate story…
See ya next year!
My new Ellora’s Cave book is finally out! Dangerously Hers is the third book in my science fiction, romance, erotic series titled Loving Dangerously. To celebrate my new release I’ll be giving away awesome swag through a month long book tour. To find out where I am and enter to win, visit my Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/amgriffinbooks
Loving Dangerously, Book Three
Jess hates aliens. After the invasion that destroyed Earth, the extraterrestrial bastards sold her to a brothel as a sex slave. She may have escaped but the old memories and fears still linger in the dark corners of her mind. Supposedly Sonis is just the place for her—somewhere safe, where she can heal and start fresh. She’s almost hopeful…until she meets Rasha, her new boss.
Rasha, Captain of the Sonis Royal Guard, is a warrior through and through. He’s huge, sinfully sexy and could have any woman on Sonis—but the woman he wants is Jess. He’s very much an alien and Jess knows she should hate him or at least be wary, but whenever he’s around, she loses control. She tells herself it’s only sex—amazing, mind-blowing sex like nothing else she’s ever experienced—but there’s something about Rasha that shakes her soul. The feel of his skin against hers, the look in his eyes as he touches her—they make her want to believe it’s possible to find love and begin again.
A Romantica® science fiction erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Taken: Year Five
Jess stepped off the transporter and right into the bustle of alien activity around her.
What kind of fresh holy hell did I come to?
Alien races, some of which she recognized, others she didn’t, streamed up and down the walkways, coming and going. Transporters of various sizes occupied every available space of the four long rows of docking stations. She and JB had waited half the day just to get a spot in line for landing. From what she could see, the Sonis palace had a slew of visitors.
She could have easily retreated back into the confines of secured safety. But to do so would be an open admission of fear and weakness. She was neither. The days of being scared of every alien who came her way were long over.
Jess took a long breath, filling her lungs with so much air that her chest puffed out. It burned as she held it there while a group of Zarcarians, blue aliens with small, seemingly vacant slits for eyes, meandered by her, deep in conversation. Their white hair was cropped just above where their ears should have been. Silver robes covered their tall, lanky frames and brushed the ground as they walked.
Although she couldn’t make out the hushed whispers that came from mouths that were devoid of lips, she still stood ridged, prepared to fight if needed. She didn’t relax even after they finally moved past her and away.
Stay calm. Deep breaths. In, out, in, out.
JB rustled from behind her at the transporter’s door. She didn’t startle as he held onto her waist and pushed her gently to the right, out of his way. He exited and stood by her side. Unlike her, concern and apprehension didn’t show on his face as he raised his arms in the air and stretched. Standing six-feet-two, he was only two inches taller than her.
“Whew, sweet Jesus. Look at all these people.”
“They’re not people.” She scanned the transport bay. “They’re aliens and…things.” She cringed as she caught a pair of Rasdons emerging from a transporter.
Their species resembled a snarling dog. They were taller than her and JB with black, coarse hair covering most of their body. Long snouts sat just above yellow fangs that hung out of their mouths. Their beastly black eyes darted from side to side, taking in everything around them.
Their sexual tastes…ran to the obscene. She’d been the subject of their affection at the brothel more times than she could remember. To her, next to the Loconuist, Rasdons were what nightmares were made of.
One of the Rasdons turned her way and ran a tongue over the tips of his fangs. At her hiss, JB followed her gaze. He straightened, prepared for a confrontation. “You know them?”
She shook her head. “No.” She didn’t need to know them. She knew of them and it was all the same.
“Don’t pay them any mind then,” JB said, relaxing.
Right. Ignore the dogs.
“What about them?” Jess nodded in the direction of two males golden in appearance and with more muscles that should be allowed on aliens. Each towered above eight-feet tall. “They’ll be too hard to ignore.”
The tribal tattoos covering one side of their faces, necks and exposed torsos indicated they were members of the Sonis Royal Guards. The jangos strapped to their backs and blasters clipped to their black indicated they were dangerous. Their pants were so tight that every muscle was visible in their legs as they walked.
She grabbed a hold of her own blaster that she kept strapped tightly to her thigh. Her heart sped up. The erratic beat sent blood rushing through her veins, drowning out the other sounds of the room. Against her will, she took a step back, almost falling into the transporter.
JB gripped her arm firmly, stabilizing her. “Whoa, take it easy. They’re not coming this way. You’re safe.”
She closed her eyes and took the breath that had begun to burn in her chest.
She shook off his arm. Nothing against JB, but everyone would have seen her stumble back. They didn’t need to see her requiring help as well. “Give me a sec.”
She stood in place and listened as the commotion continued around her. Nearby, there was an argument regarding decorations and a conversation about the royal transporter. There wasn’t talk about slaves, brothels or whores.
Sonis was supposed to be her new home. She couldn’t panic out every time she came near aliens, especially royal guards. Hell, Sonis was littered with them. While Laconia was mainly a native inhabited planet, there were ten royal guards, including Sa’Mya’s head guard, Jor’Dan who lived there. Jess stayed away from the Neanderthals at all costs.
Her main goal had been to avoid as many aliens as possible. Even while working on The Vengeance II, she chose not to leave the vessel when they docked on alien worlds. Here, it looked as though it was a freakin’ alien United Nations. She had to get herself together and quickly. Otherwise she wouldn’t last out the week and going back to Laconia was not an option right now.
She opened her eyes on the next breath. “Okay, I’m ready.”
JB slapped her hard on the back, knocking her off balance. She found her footing and cut her eyes at him as he bit back a laugh.
He shrugged nonchalantly. “See? Nothing to worry about. They probably thought you were a guy anyway.” He ran a playful hand across her short, spiky hair as she tried to duck out of his way. “But I guess you’re still going for that look, huh?”
He of course was referring to her days as a runaway slave. The Loconuist had sold her to a brothel. In order to escape, she had cut off her curly locks and donned male clothing. Her height, chopped hair and the dirt she smeared across her face had gotten her waved through security. Once free, she hid on the first vessel she could break into, The Vengeance.
That vessel happened to belong to a crew of wanted human pirates—JB, Ryan, Kyle, Eli and their captain Kane. She thanked God every night for guiding her to the five men who would become her only family. But right now, her closest friend was getting on her nerves and was one breath away from getting gut-punched.
She snarled and pushed JB’s hand out of the way. He chuckled. His boyish dimples were set deep in his cheeks. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
It didn’t matter that he teased her about her appearance. Hell, everyone did. She wasn’t dainty like other women, nor did she want to be. The only reason she had survived what she’d been through was because she was unbreakable. She had to be. There was no other choice.
She straightened her shoulders. “When aliens look at me, I want them to see someone strong.”
“Well if you ask me, the look you’re projecting is…” He scanned her from top to bottom. “Penis repellant.”
She narrowed her eyes and took a step closer to him so only he could hear her words. “Don’t make me fuck you up right here in the transport bay,” she threatened.
JB feigned surprise by opening his eyes wide and inhaling sharply. Exaggerating his efforts, he placed a hand on his chest. “Really, Jess? You’re going to pick a fight with me and on your first day on Sonis? Tsk, you’ll never keep a job at this rate.”
“Whatever,” she mumbled. “Stop fucking with me.” She scanned the area again. “I want to make a good impression.”
JB quirked a brow. “Let me get this straight. You are worried about a good first impression?”
Jess frowned. “Of course.”
“Since when?” he asked in disbelief.
She cocked her head in thought. She was stealing from Kane when she first met him. She had threatened to kill the guys when she first met them. She tried to strangle Sa’Mya when she met her… Oh yeah, she hadn’t been worried about making a good first impression in a while.
JB laughed. “C’mon, let’s get going.”
She shook her head. “No, Eva said she would meet us here.”
Jess adjusted the knapsack on her back and held the other tight in her hand. All her belongs could fit into two small bags. A far cry from the condo filled with high-end clothes and shoes she had back on Earth.
JB looked around the large docking area again. “I don’t see her here.”
She shifted from one booted foot to the other. “Yeah, but—”
JB swung his medium-sized duffle bag over his shoulder. “I’m going exploring. She’ll find us when she’s ready for us.” Without waiting for her response, he set out.
She had two choices. She could stay in the transport bay by herself or she could leave with JB.
He took two more long strides away from her before she rushed to his side.
She grunted under her breath as she stepped in time with him, just as he expected her to.
She followed as he led the way through the exit. She made certain not to brush against any of the aliens they passed. “What if we get lost?”
He turned, only to give her a wink. His blue eyes were alive with mischief. She figured that was the reason many females swooned around him, human and alien. “Then Eva will send someone to find us.”
She couldn’t help but grunt. JB didn’t give a damn about anything. She would’ve thought being abducted from Earth, sold as a slave to a mining colony and then spending a year on the run would have been enough to sober anyone’s attitude, but not his. If she didn’t know any better, she would think he didn’t have a care in the world. That’s if she didn’t know better. But as with the rest of their small band of misfits, JB had lost family and loved ones as well.
“What’s the plan now?” she asked when they reached a large communal area.
JB scanned the room of females and whistled low. “Trouble. The plan is to get into as much trouble as humanly possible.”
The reason for my angst? I didn’t have a book out yet, so I was applying the title “author” very loosely. I had a book, but I was entrenched in edits and it wouldn’t be released in time for the conference.
My other worries? I was going to another state to spend the weekend with a bunch of people that I didn’t know. I would be forced to make (gasp) new friends. And since this was my first ever conference I didn’t know what to expect or bring.
My only saving grace was that I had hooked up with another author as roomies. “At least I would have someone to talk to some of the time,” I thought to myself. Lea Barrymire was a newbie author like me and this was also her first conference. So, putting on my big girl panties, I packed and headed out to Ohio to Ellora’s Cave Romanticon 2012.
I can honestly say I left a scared and timid woman and came back with new found confidence. I was able to meet a bunch of other authors who were just as crazy and quirky as I was. I danced and I laughed so hard that I cried a couple of times. I was even mistaken for a superstar by Danica Avet (and no, I will never let her live that down). Lea and I were walking by and she mistook us for some other authors and called us over. We’ve all been buddies ever since.
But I think the funniest meet was Piper Trace. True story: Lea and I are sitting at a table and writing and Piper comes over, happy to have some authors to write with, reaches into her computer bag, pulls out a diaper and cusses. She then sits her computer on the table and says, “I want you bitches to guard my laptop with your life. I’ll be right back.” What else could we say but “ok”. She didn’t come back for 45 minutes LOL.
Not only did I have a blast, but I joined a group of smexy authors and we’ve since become a force to be reckoned with! As the Cabal of Hotness, we’ve put out 5 anthologies called Fondled and Gobbled.
Writing can be a very lonely world, but luckily I now have friends to bounce ideas off, exchange crits and yes, even participate in plots to take over the world. LOL. It’s been wonderful. And I’ve loved every minute!
I don’t know what I’ll experience this time around, but I can’t wait to find out. Now, off to pack!
In my opinion the hero makes the book, maybe because I’m a chick (shrugs). I don’t think I’m alone when I say this, but when I read a story, I like to imagine myself in the heroine’s place and the hero is pining after me. Because of this, the hero has to be someone that I’m attracted too. Someone that I could see myself with given whatever situation the story is set in. It doesn’t matter, where the setting may be; outer space, a small town or a fictional city, I am there and he is all over me like white on rice.
This is the very reason that I like my hero’s to be strong willed, muscular and a little on the cocky side (snort). A little arrogance is always helpful. The more the female plays hard to get, the more he makes his intentions clear—he will have her and she can’t do a thing about it (shudders).
I’ve read stories where the hero is full of emotions and inner turmoil. Those stories really aren’t for me. A hero that cries at the drop of a hat or starts having all that chicky-inner dialogue “Does she like me?” and I put the book down. Now on the other hand if a hero can have the heroine wanting to drop her panties at the first hello, well, then we have a story worth reading.
In my science fiction series, Loving Dangerously, I created a race of humanoid aliens where the males are arrogant, cocky and used to getting what they want. They also have the warrior bodies to make any female melt—no matter how much she tries to resist (because as we all know, resistance is futile). I’m not saying my heroes are always perfect (what heroes are?), they are filled with imperfections and should learn to put their foot in their mouths sooner rather than later, in order to keep them from saying anything insensitive, but usually my heroines can forgive them (maybe because they’re drooling and going goo-goo-ga-ga over rippling muscles).
I love my heroes and hope you enjoy them too!
King Taio Xochis of Sonis ~ Taio is disgusted with the idea of owning a slave—until now. From the moment he sees her, he knows Eva is his for the taking. Torn between lust and duty, Taio knows nothing will stop him from protecting his little warrior. Buy links: http://www.amazon.com/Dangerously-Mine-ebook/dp/B00AO5CWSY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1355511533&sr=1-1&keywords=dangerously+mine
Captain Kane Epps ~ Kane Epps divides his life into two distinct parts—before the alien invasion and after. Before the invasion, he had a pregnant wife and a
high-powered job. After the invasion, he’s left with only himself and his
hatred for all things alien. He channels his bitterness by captaining a vessel
of renegade humans—space pirates who don’t think twice about taking what they
need. Buy links: http://www.amazon.com/Dangerously-Yours-Loving-ebook/dp/B00CZBHA4Q/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1369491547&sr=1-2&keywords=dangerously+Yours
And coming October 9th, Rasha, Captain of the Sonis Royal Guards ~ Rasha, Captain of the Sonis Royal Guard, is a warrior through and through. He’s huge, sinfully sexy and could have any woman on Sonis—but the woman he wants is Jess. He’s very much an alien and Jess knows she should hate him or at least be wary, but whenever he’s around, she loses control. She tells herself it’s only sex—amazing, mind-blowing sex like nothing else she’s ever experienced—but there’s something about Rasha that shakes her soul. The feel of his skin against hers, the look in his eyes as he touches her—they make her want to believe it’s possible to find love and begin again. Buy link: http://www.ellorascave.com/dangerously-hers.html
2nd Anniversary, A. M. Griffin, Amy Ruttan, erotic romance, erotic romance authors, Eva Lefoy, Gillian Archer, Giveaway, Lilly Cain, Lolita Lopez, Rachel Kenley, romance authors, silken sheets and seduction, Sofia Grey, Sorcha Mowbray
Since it’s our birthday we wanted to take a moment to first of all say thank you to every person who has visited, guest blogged, or otherwise been a part of our little community.
Second we wanted to encourage you to keep coming back! We’ve added lots of new things and people in the last year. We offer reviews by Sofia and we’ve added a variety of authors to offer new and different content. We plan to keep on doing more of the same, and hopefully we can come up with a surprise or two as well.
For a final thank you, I am offering up 2 sets (because we’re 2!) of my One Night With A Cowboy series. The first book is available now and the winners will receive an advance copy of the second story when it is ready. All you have to do is post below and tell us what you like best about Silken Sheets and Seduction to be entered to win.
Be sure to stay tuned, because some of the other ladies may be dropping in to offer up their own gifts in celebration of our anniversary.
Elizabeth Torrence spent the last nine years establishing her career and then building her advertising business from the ground up. The problem is to do that she had to walk away from the one man who could have been the one.
Chance Rogers, a star bull rider on the pro circuit had met the girl he wanted to marry back when he was scampering to rodeos between classes at the University of Texas. After only one date she refused to see him again. One failed marriage later, he is finally ready to try again. So he turns to a dating service to help him get back in to the swing of things.
When Chance walks into the room at the Golden Mustang Dude Ranch, Beth is determined that history will not repeat itself. Not hers and not her mother’s. But will she take her Chance or lose him again?
Cassie Truhart is too busy with life and the Golden Mustang Dude Ranch to worry about love. Especially since her fiancé dumped her for an easier life in the city. Elbow deep in horseshit, she never expects to meet a man capable of commanding not only her attention, but possibly her love.
Trent Jones agreed to a blind date to appease his pesky younger sister. He never imagined finding a woman that would rouse every dominant instinct he possessed, much less love. Good thing his real date cancelled at the last minute.
As Cassie and Trent indulge their strong sexual attraction, he must discover if one night with a cowboy is long enough for him to claim his cowgirl.
Best bow-chica-wow-wow songs ever
There’s something to be said for making love (having sex, doing the do, fucking, screwing…however you wish to refer to it as) to theme music. Whether it be playing loudly over speakers or listening to it through headphones, the music you listen to can have an impact on the pace, mood or position.
When the mood strikes them, some people bring out their favorite sex toy. I pull out the headphones. It’s nice to have your play list set up beforehand—you don’t want to set the mood right and in the middle of it a totally inappropriate song (anything kid or Jesus related would be considered inappropriate—LOL) comes on.
So with the headphones on, I’m listening to a hot guy (or guys—the freak on me is quite alive) croon about how he would do me, how I should be done or how good it would feel while it’s actually being done. If you have an eye mask, being that out too. Block out everything but the song and what’s being done. This allows me to feel every caress, every kiss, every stroke.
It is…in a word…explosive.
This homework assignment can be for you to do it to your significant other or for yourself. Here are a couple of songs I suggest, along with the sexual position. I’ve also asked a couple of friends to give up their best love making songs. While I do prefer the headphones, I recognize that sometimes you need to play a good song over the loud speakers and go buck wild. That’s fine too.
Artist Song Medium Position
Maxwell Till the Cops Come Knocking Headphones Missionary
Brian McNight Lonely Headphones Riding him
Prince Do Me, Baby Headphones Missionary
Usher There Goes My Baby Headphones Missionary
Marvin Gaye Let’s Get It on Speakers Any
Alicia Keys/Maxwell The Fire We Make Speakers Foreplay
Guess Who American Woman Speakers Missionary
Nine Inch Nails Closer Speaker Shoved against a wall
Vivaldi Four Seasons Speaker Any
Bad Company Feel Like Making Love Headphones Reverse cowgirl
Play along and add a song or two. Don’t be shy J
Names, Names and More Names!
Have you ever wondered how sci-fi authors come up with names for planets, species, people, animals, food or objects? Well, if they’re like me they make them up or “play” on words that are used in everyday common language or even read the credits of a movie or sitcom to nab an unusual last name. Sometimes, for specific characters I will take the name of a loved one and spell it backward.
Who am I kidding? I also type random words and see if anything “sticks.” LOL
But going into Dangerously His, book #4 of my sci-fi space opera series Loving Dangerously, I was stuck at naming two planets and a species. That’s when I was struck with awesomeness (it strikes slow and not often enough).
Why not hold a contest and let the readers help me with naming?
But this contest isn’t open to just everybody (oh poo). I have a small but awesome (I guess that’s the word for the day) group of folks that ‘like’ my FaceBook page. Every other month I like to thank them for their support. But hey! Like my FaceBook page and you too can join in on all the fun!
Author A. M. Griffin FaceBook page
Here are the contest directions:
Step one: Like my FaceBook page (see link above)
Step two: After liking my page, scroll through my posts to find the one titled, “Just because you like me…”
Step three: The link in that post will take you to a super-secret page on my website where you can find the directions, descriptions of the planets and species and the entry form.
Planet #1: This planet makes its debut in Dangerously His (Book #4 in the Loving Dangerously Series) and is featured in Dangerously Forever (Book #5 in the Loving Dangerously Series). This is the planet where Kiehle Xochis, brother of Taio Xochis has a private home.
Planet #2: This planet makes a debut in Dangerously His (Book #4 in the Loving Dangerously Series). This is where JB and Saia Xochis vacation and have their HEA.
Species: This is a new fun-loving species that lives on planet #2. They may be featured in other books, but for now they are making their debut in Dangerously His.
Step four: Use your super-duper smarts and creativity to come up with names, fill out the form and submit your ideas!
The contest runs from August 1st – August 15th. Roughly a week after the contest closes I’ll post who the winners are.
The winners will get their submitted planet and species names added to the new books. The winners will also receive a free ecopy of the books when it is released!
Like I said…awesome
Good luck and thanks for playing along!
I’m having a blog hop party to celebrate the third release Dangerously Hers. If you’re an author, reader and blogger and want to join in on the fun I’d love to have you participate!
Loving Dangerously Blog Hop
Available now from Ellora’s Cave
The steamy standalone sequel to Dangerously Mine.
Kane Epps divides his life into two distinct parts—before the alien invasion and after. Before the invasion, he had a pregnant wife and a high-powered job. After the invasion, he’s left with only himself and his hatred for all things alien. He channels his bitterness by captaining a vessel of renegade humans—space pirates who don’t think twice about taking what they need.
Princess Sa’Mya is on the run. She and a few trusted advisers fled her home planet, only to be captured by the sexy, dangerous Captain Epps. He claims to hate aliens but can’t seem to resist touching her or kissing her…everywhere. As Kane introduces Sa’Mya to ever-increasing, unimaginable realms of pleasure, the princess becomes determined to earn his trust. She’s used to getting what she wants. And this time, what she wants is Kane Epps.
Inside Scoop: This space-opera romance contains male/male sex scenes, girl-on-girl action, group sex and some good old-fashioned voyeurism.
“Princess, we will enter Tolanis airspace within the hour.” Nebin’s deep voice came through the speaker by her headrest, loud and clear.
“Thank you, Nebin.” Princess Sa’Mya Lacolil of Laconia did her best to contain her excitement. She had never been to Tolanis. In honesty, the only other place she’d ever gone to besides her home planet was the moon Sonis.
She couldn’t wait to explore Tolanis, a midsized planet known for its advances in fashion. The condition for that small luxury? She would have to keep her name and royal origins a secret from the natives. Uncle Umar had posted a notice describing her as a distraught runaway. Every species looking to increase the number of credits in their accounts would be after her to claim the reward.
Nebin had assured her she would go undetected if she obeyed him. Nebin was the only person she took orders from. He was her trusted guard, the guard her deceased father had appointed to watch over her since birth. Of all those in her life whom she had loved, Nebin was the only one still living.
Nebin sat next to Moira, her personal assistant, at the controls in the front of the five-seat transporter. Neither provided her a backward glance as they focused on guiding the transport to Tolanis. From Tolanis, they would rendezvous with the luxury vessel that would take them to Prysvinta, their final destination.
Sa’Mya sat in one of the uncomfortable seats in the rear. She had instructed Nebin to get a large vessel, one with all the amenities befitting a princess. Since she was the sole owner of the largest shipping and hauling company in the galaxy, he had thousands of vessels to choose from. But he had opted for a small, inconspicuous vessel, which was not appropriate for her…status.
In Nebin’s defense, they had been trying to sneak off Laconia and away from her uncle. According to Nebin, a larger vessel would have alerted her uncle’s guards with a quick recapture to follow. She had agreed, albeit begrudgingly.
Sa’Mya scanned the stark white walls of her cramped surroundings.
A painting of Laconia’s unspoiled lands on the hull walls would have really perked up the space. Ancients, even a view port would be welcome because at least then she could see the stars.
Against her better judgment, she initiated the intercom again. “Has there been any more communication from my uncle?”
“I have not seen any indication,” Nebin said. “Moira, have you caught anything?”
“No, Umar has not made contact,” Moira replied.
“As if you would tell me if he had,” Sa’Mya whispered. It’s because of you that my uncle knows my every move.
Sa’Mya narrowed her eyes as she watched the back of Moira’s head. The severe bun Moira always wore reflected her personality. Moira was traitorous to say the least. Her uncle had promoted Moira from a menial factory position to serve as her personal assistant.
Two cycles ago Moira had “appeared” in Sa’Mya’s private rooms. Where is Medina? Sa’Mya had asked. Huffing, Moira had replied that she was Sa’Mya’s new assistant. Sa’Mya hadn’t seen Medina since.
Although she and Moira were the same age, Moira looked ten times older. Wrinkles outlined Moira’s features. Her nose resembled a bird’s beak and her eyes were too small and too close together to be considered attractive.
Moira’s upgrade in lifestyle and expensive clothing did nothing to disguise her hard disposition. Sa’Mya couldn’t remember if she had ever seen Moira smile. Laugh? Definitely not.
Sa’Mya squeezed her eyes shut and gave her head a slight shake. Sensing the change in her mood, Yazmine, her new maid, whispered soothing words in her ear. In the short time she had known Yazmine, Sa’Mya had come to count on her in more ways than one. Yazmine had also whispered words of comfort after King Taio had reneged on his and Sa’Mya’s bonding contract.
She hadn’t exactly minded that there wouldn’t be a match between herself and the fierce warrior. She’d understood the bond would have been in name only. King Taio would have gotten the much-needed financial support his thriving new world needed and she would have gained safety and protection from Uncle Umar. But it had hurt nonetheless. Her composure had remained intact while he gave her the news, but behind closed doors she had wept on Yazmine’s shoulder.
Sa’Mya was grateful King Taio had agreed to let Yazmine leave Sonis. It was the least he could have done for sending Sa’Mya on her way while he trounced around the galaxy trying to find his pregnant human slave, Eva.
Yazmine, in a word, was beautiful. Every time Sa’Mya looked upon Yazmine, she found something new and appealing.
While they were both the same height, Yazmine was slender compared to Sa’Mya’s own curvy frame. They both shared waist-length hair. Where hers fell in uncontrollable waves of deep gold, Yazmine’s hung straight in a fall of glossy black with gold streaks. And while they shared the same golden tone the inhabitants of the sand planets in the Zaronna system were famous for, Yazmine’s skin was brighter compared to Sa’Mya’s.
“Yazmine.” Sa’Mya hooked her leg across her right armrest. She’d chosen the perfect dress for the trip, the one with slits that ran up both sides to mid-hip.
From her seat next to Sa’Mya, Yazmine initiated the semi-privacy screen that separated the back from the front. Over the hum of the transporter engine came the click of Yazmine’s safety harness. Yazmine’s deft fingers sliding in and out of her would be the welcome distraction she needed and the one thing that could possibly make the short trip bearable.
Nothing else relaxed her quicker. And after what she’d been through these past lunar cycles, she needed some relaxing. King Taio had reneged and Uncle Umar pursued her relentlessly, not intending to shower her with hugs and gifts either. She was running for her life.
Yazmine kneeled in front of her, positioning herself between Sa’Mya’s open legs. Sa’Mya watched as Yazmine lifted her gown to expose her bare pussy. Normally Sa’Mya wouldn’t have dared let Yazmine expose her in such an open display of wanton need. But no one watched, so she would allow Yazmine to pleasure her any way she pleased.
With a light touch, Yazmine spread Sa’Mya’s folds with one hand and slid a slender digit into her pussy up to the knuckle.
Inhaling deeply, Sa’Mya leaned back into her seat. “Umm.”
Yazmine’s finger caressed Sa’Mya’s walls, gliding effortlessly in her wet sheath. Yazmine added another finger to the first, stretching her. “Princess?”
Even as Yazmine was busy massaging and teasing, Yazmine’s focus was on Sa’Mya’s breasts that spilled from the top of her red, low-cut gown. Sa’Mya smiled at the hunger in Yazmine’s bronze-colored slanted eyes.
Sa’Mya lazily teased her hardened nipples through the expensive fabric. She inhaled with a hiss of pleasure. “Do you want to touch my breasts?”
Yazmine moaned softly and extended her free hand. “Yes, please.”
Sa’Mya laughed and slapped Yazmine’s hand away. “But I didn’t say you could.” Sa’Mya gripped and pinched each nipple and gave a small choke of pleasure.
Yazmine’s tongue darted across her top lip and Sa’Mya’s stomach fluttered. “I can think of one thing that would feel better than a finger,” Sa’Mya moaned.
“Princess,” Yazmine whimpered softly. “Join me.” Yazmine pressed on Sa’Mya’s safety-harness release.
Sa’Mya stilled Yazmine. “No. You want me, your princess, to lie on the floor?” Not to mention, the idea of being unrestrained in a transporter traveling through space at light speed made her pale.
“Then let me…” Yazmine fluttered her eyelashes and sucked her lower lip in her mouth.
“Let you what?” Sa’Mya asked, recovering her breath.
Sa’Mya lowered the stretchable fabric of her gown below her breast. The harness crossed her chest, making her breasts stand up in perfect mounds. Yazmine whimpered again as Sa’Mya trailed one red-manicured nail in a circular path from one golden globe to the other.
“Lick them?” Sa’Mya asked. Yazmine’s finger slipped deeper into Sa’Mya’s slick valley. “Umm.”
“I won’t disappoint. I never disappoint.”
The smell of Yazmine’s sweet scent of arousal mixed with her own began to fill the small space.
Yazmine groaned and leaned forward, pulling her nipple between pouty, pink lips. Sa’Mya cradled her head closer, scraping her nails across Yazmine’s scalp. Yazmine’s tongue swirled and prodded, lapped and licked.
Sa’Mya opened her legs wider and rotated her hips in slow, circular motions. Yazmine’s fingers played on Sa’Mya’s miltori, her pleasure spot, teasing the highly sensitive, ridged area just inside her pussy.
Yazmine twirled her tongue, teasing, before grazing her teeth over Sa’Mya’s ultra-sensitive nipple.
Sa’Mya hissed. “Do not bruise me.” She gripped Yazmine’s hair.
A smile played on Yazmine’s lips as she let go of one nipple to graze her teeth across the other. Sa’Mya hissed again. The sensation of pain mixed with pleasure intensified the heat and wetness coming from Sa’Mya’s pussy.
When Yazmine massaged her miltori again, Sa’Mya arched her back. “Ohh, I will make you pay for being so naughty.” In disregard of the undignified position, Sa’Mya swung her other leg over the adjacent armrest, opening herself fully.
Sa’Mya rolled her hips, meeting Yazmine’s fingers. Yazmine probed farther, sliding in and out of Sa’Mya’s dripping sheath. Sa’Mya palmed Yazmine’s full breast, massaging and tweaking her nipple. Yazmine flicked her eyes up to Sa’Mya’s and twirled a sinful tongue around her nipple.
After a throaty giggle, Yazmine latched onto the other nipple, making sure to give both equal attention. This is exactly why I brought her from Sonis, Sa’Mya thought with a satisfied moan. Nothing felt better than Yazmine’s fingers…or tongue.
Grabbing a handful of Yazmine’s hair, Sa’Mya plucked her from a swollen bud.
“Princess?” Yazmine asked.
Sa’Mya angled Yazmine’s head so that she looked directly up to her. “You will now lick my pussy.” When Yazmine smiled, Sa’Mya gripped her hair tighter. “You will make me come.”
Yazmine’s eye’s sparked with lust. “As you wish.”
Sa’Mya pushed Yazmine down her abdomen. Yazmine nipped and licked as she descended. Finally reaching her treasure, Yazmine placed light kisses on Sa’Mya’s soft folds. Sa’Mya held Yazmine’s hair away from her face, wanting nothing to get into Yazmine’s way.
Yazmine watched Sa’Mya with heavily lidded eyes. She used her thumbs to spread Sa’Mya’s plump folds and swipe a sinful tongue across Sa’Mya’s wet pussy.
“Yazmine,” Sa’Mya whimpered. A thin line of pearly fluid ran from her pussy to the tip of Yazmine’s tongue. Sa’Mya shuddered and her pussy throbbed.
Yazmine used a finger to scoop the trailing liquid into her mouth. “Umm…sweeter than the juice of zangola, Princess.”
Sa’Mya’s shallow breathing was now audible. Her stomach quivered in anticipation. Sa’Mya wrapped her legs tightly around Yazmine’s shoulders. Yazmine would make her come as promised.
Without warning, the vessel slowed abruptly. The safety harness constricted, locking Sa’Mya in place. As it bit into her torso, air was forced from her lungs and Yazmine tumbled from between her legs.
Sa’Mya’s eyes flew open as she began to gasp for air. Her vision swam in front of her, pain coursed up her spine. They had stopped. What’s going on? Tracking beam. Uncle Umar?
Sa’Mya’s heart slammed against her chest as she fumbled for the harness release lever. She grasped and pulled. Nothing happened. Strangling, she struggled for another breath. None would enter her gaping mouth.
She tried the release lever again. Her lungs were on fire. In total panic, Sa’Mya yanked with all her might.
Finally, with a click, the lever released. Sa’Mya fell forward to her hands and knees, gasping for air. Her hair framed her face. She tried to focus. Sounds of alarm bells rang in the background.
Sa’Mya closed her eyes and fought the blurriness. She inhaled and her lungs burned. The second breath cooled the sensation of the first, but not by much.
A throbbing pain magnified across her skull. Her head spun slightly.
With a shaky hand, she stabilized her arm against the seat. Even though her harness no longer restricted her, she still struggled to breathe. Her gaze darted around the compartment. Yazmine slumped, unconscious, by the wall.
Lead filled her limbs as she crawled to Yazmine. Sa’Mya pushed aside locks of Yazmine’s hair to check the side of her neck for a pulse. It was there, but weak and thready. Yazmine’s breathing was too slow. Sa’Mya straightened Yazmine and leaned her against the wall. She was sure the only reason Yazmine was alive was because her legs had been locked around Yazmine’s body.
She focused her attention to the front, where yelling voices sounded distant although they were mere steps away. Sa’Mya staggered to her feet and pushed the privacy screen to the side.
“Princess, stay fastened.” Nebin snapped his head to look at her. His gray-colored eyes scanned her from top to bottom before turning.
She ignored his command and entered the cockpit. Nebin could scold her later. Her legs threatened to buckle underneath her more than once. Sa’Mya made the last wobbly step with outstretched hands and grabbed the back of Moira’s chair for support. She made it by sheer determination.
“What in blazes is going on here?” Sa’Mya dug her nails in the leather headrest. She feared her legs would no longer support her weight. “Yazmine’s injured, she needs medical attention.”
Preoccupied with tending to the lights, sirens and beeps that filled the control console, neither Nebin nor Moira answered her. Sa’Mya opened her mouth to ask them again, but nothing came out.
Sa’Mya gripped the headrest as her vision swam. The contents of her breakfast crept up her throat. Her lungs still burned. With every breath she took, she fought for air.
Moira whipped around. “Princess, we are losing air pressure. Sit down.”
“Don’t you dare speak to me that way,” Sa’Mya mumbled.
“We can’t get away from them.” Nebin’s voice seemed far away.
Get away from whom? Uncle Umar?
Stumbling, Sa’Mya reached out, but caught empty air. She tried again. Her mind clouded and her vision closed in. She thought she heard the distant sound of Moira’s scream before everything went dark.
I think I’m part of a majority when I say that I will buy a book from an unknown author if it has an awesome cover. I like titles as well, they of course will tell me what the book is about, but the cover will show me.
I’m a fan of covers with models entwined or placed in seductive poses. The freaky side of me likes to be affirmed that there will be sex in the book and hopefully a lot of it with explicit details. But with the popularity of Twilight and 50 Shades of Grey covers have moved to obscure objects photographed with artistic eyes.
I would have loved to have seen the Cullen kids, shirtless and exposing chiseled abs and fang. Who’s with me on a vote to have Christian Grey featured, shirtless (yes, I like shirtless) and with a nipple clamp (of course) and maybe biting his lower lip…and also holding a whip. I can’t forget a whip. Maybe his jeans will be hanging low on his hips and unbuttoned, revealing a fine line of dark hair leading a path to below his zipper… *fans self* But I digress. Can we please get back to hot and sexy covers?
For both of my books with Ellora’s Cave my main objective was to make the covers hot as hell. Did I succeed?
I’d love to know your thoughts. What type of cover works for you?