In one week, Princess Ro’sa will board a spaceship, leaving her home on Minjet to be with her betrothed on Earth. The only problem is, she detests the prince’s selfish and arrogant ways, preferring to spend time with his personal aide, a man who stirs her desires in ways she never imagined possible with his radiant blue eyes and smouldering lips. And oh, the way he touches her.
Earth’s post-apocalyptic landscape offers little but the alliance offers much and a princess must do her duty, no matter the danger to her person and to her heart.
Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotic. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.
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A weekend of BDSM activities for beginners. That was
what James Shaw had booked at Lindsey Park Manor. He was now anxious about
telling his wife, Caroline. In the past, they had tried out various implements
at home, and were keen to take it further—even considering joining a ‘swingers’
site—but it was quite daunting doing anything with others! And then a shock
awaits them on arrival in the form of James’ best friend.
progress through the various events—cropping in the stables, fellatio in the
ballroom, and an unusual fox hunt—they have to deal with animosity, jealousy
and the dropping of inhibitions, as all of them grow in their knowledge of a
lifestyle which is exciting, yet challenging.
Just as the
dynamics of their threesome change considerably, a further surprise awaits them
at the end of the weekend.
‘Kink After Dinner’ is the first book in
the ‘Manor of Decadence’ series – a short story written as a taster story with
references to Lindsey Park Manor, the setting for ‘BDSM Weekend’.
is a bestselling author in various genre (BDSM, contemporary, sci-fi,
paranormal, with historical and fantasy in her works in progress) with several
Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city and
is game to try most things once. She’s had a tattoo done on her calf, flew down
zip wires 100 feet up in the trees, and was photographed nude by a professional
photographer. All of which have taken place since she turned 50!
of her experiences end up in her books… but you will have to read them to find
dear, you don’t strike me as particularly submissive.”
held back a smile—well, a smirk, actually—at the comment Master George just
gave Caroline. The Master of Lindsey Park Manor was spot on.
leaving Mark, they had gone to the reception desk to make their workshop
bookings and then went for a walk outside to allow Caroline time to calm down.
By the time they reached the fountain she was able to laugh at the statue of
the sea monster in a clinch with a buxom woman. They then made their way to the
Master’s Study on the ground floor for their private tutorial. It was a good
opportunity to ask burning questions with just him, Caroline and the Master.
out of the corner of his eye, James saw his wife flushing deep red at this
get me wrong, Caroline. There is nothing wrong with you if you are not
submissive. However, have you considered a role as a Dominant? Or even someone
who can switch from one who follows, to one who leads, and back again?”
looked at James in confusion. It matched his own feelings. Neither of them had
considered Caroline in any other role—at least not in bedroom activities.
sat forward. “I’m not sure I understand, Sir. Are you suggesting Caroline
carries out BDSM—wields a whip or whatever else—with someone else?”
George responded. “Not unless she wishes to. Since Caroline has shown a
distinct lack of submissive behaviour since you entered the room, I was
wondering how you felt about her taking the role of the Dominant over you?”
to his feet, James cried, “You have to be kidding!”
a hesitant James back in his seat, Master George continued, “I didn’t mean to
offend you. I wanted to see how important it was to you to be the one in
control—and judging by your reaction, it clearly is. As Caroline’s only
reaction was to gasp in shock, rather than exclaim in delight at my suggestion,
I gather this had never entered her head.”
down again, James ran a nervous hand through his hair. “It didn’t enter mine,
either,” he muttered, to himself as much as to the others in the room.
no shrinking violet, Caroline had naturally assumed the submissive role in
their bedroom activities. Out of it, she was just as likely to tell him what to
do. Now he was thinking hard about whether he could let Caroline top him.
Jesus! Can I lay there and let her
spank me? Or more?
entered the conversation, staring at James as she spoke to Master George. She
always knew exactly what he was thinking. “It has never occurred to us before.
And, despite being fairly strong-willed, it isn’t something I want to do.”
that could be because your current roles are most suited to your
personalities,” continued the Master. “So my next question is, how experienced
are you in the ménage? Do you frequently enjoy sexual dalliance or use
implements with others?”
went even redder if that was possible. “We—we’ve never done anything with
anyone else—always been happy just to practice with each other. The point of
coming here was to learn more. Maybe see others also trying it out, and not
feel we are freaks in any way, if that makes sense.”
George nodded his head knowingly. “I can understand that entirely. It is the
reason we organise these weekends. The intention of the tutorials is to analyse
where you are in your discoveries into alternative sexual practices, and make
you think about where you can go from here. Do feel free to experiment while
you are here. That is the purpose of your visit, after all. However, don’t feel
pressured into doing something either of you do not want to do. Our policy is
always that it must be consensual.”
had got over his earlier shock and found the Master’s words to be thought
host hadn’t finished. “Now, what about letting others into your play? Do you
know anyone else who is here?”
James could react, Caroline adamantly declared, “Absolutely not!” His lips
quirked at her outburst.
George sat back in his chair, his hands clasped with forefingers against his
lips in a reflective pose. “Can you elaborate, my dear? Do you simply refuse to
contemplate any outsiders, despite the fact you said you wanted to watch others
in their activities, or is it that you are not familiar with anyone else and
that puts you off?”
Caroline glanced at James he just raised his eyebrows at his wife. She had to
get herself out of that one.
stuttered as she answered, indicating her nervousness. “We—we do know one other
guest, Mark Fuller. I would feel very awkward doing things with him. In some
ways it would be easier with strangers.”
nodded. He actually agreed with his wife. At the same time, he felt very sad
for Mark and wondered if his friend would find someone else with whom to
hook-up. His mind strayed then, and James started thinking about Mark having
sex with Caroline. He grimaced. Although he quite liked the idea of watching
her with other men, it didn’t feel right her doing it with Mark. It might make
things awkward for their friendship afterwards.
James,” Master George was talking to him and James started, realising he had to
concentrate. “Let’s consider that. How do you feel about involving others in
your play if they are strangers?”
at Caroline, James saw her give a slight shrug. It was one thing to joke about
doing it, but quite another when it was presented to you as something that
could well happen. “I think we would talk about it first. We’ve always
discussed these things together. But we might possibly do it.”
good. People in general would find a lot out about themselves if they opened up
more,” stated the Master rather enigmatically. He was writing in a large,
ornate notebook. “I will see what I can arrange.”
heart leapt in his chest. Jesus! What
have we let ourselves in for?
They fight to protect those who would never welcome
them into the human world...
Petúr always knew he and his brothers-in-arms were
different. Something more. Something not human. Yet, he never expected to find
out the truth of their origins, nor fall for a human woman whose father was set
to destroy Neverland.
Ever since she was a child, Wyndi dreamed of an
angel with eyes of the purest gold, although she never really believed such a
man existed until she met the hauntingly beautiful Petúr of the lost
With a prophecy to fulfill, a woman to protect, a
portal to find, and evil darklings out for blood, will Petúr be strong enough
to rise up and claim what’s rightfully his, or lose everything to a long-time
nemesis, Grapple the Dark?
Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. Was she
nervous? Well, he’d be the balm to soothe those nerves. He focused on her
mouth. Those delicious lips were kiss swollen and moist, making his cock strain
even more against the constraint of his pants.
“Okay,” she said in a small, breathy voice, the lids
covering her blue eyes at half-mast.
He reached for the hem of the too big nightshirt
covering the body he had to see, lifting until he revealed her little white
panties and lacy bra covered breasts. Blood raced through his veins. He wanted
to do everything with her. To her. Touch all over. Taste every inch of her. Put
his fingers and cock into the tight, warm sheath he knew was awaiting him.
Take her. Hell yeah. Those two words became a
chant within his mind. He wanted to take his woman in every position he could
imagine and then some. His woman? Yes. Yes she was his, or would
be. Slow your roll. You don’t want to scare her. He had to maintain.
He couldn’t go at her like some out of control beast.
Leaning down, he kissed between the creamy mounds of
her cleavage, skimmed his cheek across the apex of her right breast, watching
goose bumps scatter across her flesh in a wanton invitation. Unable to stop
himself from licking her, he lapped at her in one, long, lingering stroke, from
the top edge of the bra, up her collarbone, only stopping because the material
he’d lifted hindered his progress being bunched around her neck.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered. “You taste so good.”
She shook, and he wanted her shakes.
“Yes,” he answered, feeling her warm palms slide
down his biceps. Even that tantalized him. “I’m already addicted.” He went to
his elbows, slid his hands under her shoulder blades, arching her up, dropped
his head, grabbed the flimsy middle of her bra with his teeth, bit, and tugged,
ripping it free.
“Oh!” she uttered.
Moving the material aside with his nose, he pulled
back enough to see her, soaking every bit of her pink and white flesh in with
his eyes, before flicking a rosebud nipple with the tip of his tongue.
“Petúr.” He reveled in the sound of his name falling
from her lips, and sucked the nipple he’d been teasing into his mouth. “Mm…We
should stop.” He lightly bit. Swirled his tongue around the aroused nub.
“Oh…Never mind. Don’t stop,” she uttered, as she wrapped her legs around his
“Never stop. No.” He sounded like a Neanderthal, but
just then, when Wyndi pressed herself into his erection, he didn’t care.
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
The path that lead me to record erotic literature would make a pretty good story in itself. I may write it someday. It involves a cyber-relationship with a virginal gal whose secret goal in life was to become a full time sex slave. True Story. Her family would have NEVER guessed! I’d been recording regular “vanilla” type books prior to that, as a hobby, with an eye toward becoming a “real” voice actor. This gal pointed me to a specific book and in so doing introduced me to the world of BDSM literature (this, by the way, was right BEFORE “50 Shades of Grey” broke huge). Rather than just read the book, I recorded it. I shared it with her and with some other gals I’d met online. The response was startling to me. For the sake of modesty, I’ll spare the specific accolades. The one book led to the recording of another and then others. The feedback continued to be really, REALLY positive. So much so, that it occurred to me that this ‘erotic genre’ may be a niche I should pursue. So here I am pursuing it. I still record other books as well… but these books are the most fun *sly grin*. My background started in radio in college. I toyed with theater, did some plays - even did a short stint in Chicago’s famed Second City training program. LIFE intervened however and I got ‘a real job’ supporting computer networks in Chicago. Eventually that career ran its course and I decided it was time to do what I really WANTED to do – Voice Act. I enjoy it and I hope to help you enjoy your listening experience too.
Thanks so much for having me on your blog today to announce that book two in the SnowBookRose Series is live!
And it's an Editor's Pick!
Snow White has always been just that, white as snow. Pure. She's lead a domestic life in the shadow of her outspoken and voluptuous sister, Rose Red. With Rose now marrying Prince Marcus, Snow fears she'll be left with an empty heart and empty cottage.One night, Snow gives in to her desires, but is caught by Marcus' brother, Prince Darien, as he witnesses her indiscretion. Together they tap into a part of Snow long buried.But Queen Miriam, once betrayed by Snow's mother, sees the same thing happening again--this time with her son, Darien. She refuses to let her throne be taken from her a second time and sets out to kill Snow White. Darien must believe in the power of true love's kiss or lose his kingdom, and Snow, forever.
She spins from my arms and drops her chemise to her ankles. Turning her head, long raven locks drape her bare shoulder as she glances back at me. I stare at her naked flesh. Last night in the tunnel darkness shrouded us. Now, in the bright morning light, I see her for the first time.
Her gorgeous hair stops right before her rounded hips. She clings to the oak bed post and eases herself around. The pink of her breasts stare back at me. I swallow hard over the lump wedged at the back of my throat, blocking my words. My gaze traverses the length of her, stopping on the beautiful patch of hair between her legs. All the air in my lungs lunges out of me in a gasp.
“Why are you still clothed?” She tilts her head as a coy smile weaves over her lips.
“Because I cannot take my eyes off of you. Words fail me. They would do no good anyway. There are none to describe you, Snow. Gorgeous. Stunning. Beautiful. They pale in comparison to how my eyes see you. How my heart feels for you. But perhaps with actions, I can show you.” I rush her and sweep her into my arms, squashing her breasts against me.
Crushing my lips over hers, I sweep her mouth, telling her things with my tongue that I cannot say. Soft moans fill our kiss, and my feisty Snow works hard to get me out of my clothes. Hating to unlock our lips, I step back to undo the last of my trousers.
“I finally get to see all of you, too.” She stalks around me like a tiger eyeing its prey. “I like this part best.” She drags a finger the length of my cock, which stands at attention waiting to pleasure her. “But, I also like this part.” Her hands palm the width of my torso. I fight back a smile itching to curl over my lips at her little game. “I really like these.” Gripping my hands, she pulls my fingertips to her lips and kisses each one. “They do so many good things to me.” She makes one final walk around me. “But I like this part most of all.” Pressing her lips to my chest, she kisses my heart. It fills with sadness and love at the same time.
The lump returns to my throat as I fight back choking emotions attacking my head and heart.
“What about my lips?” I ask, forcing a smile over the ache in my heart.
“They are not part of you. They are part of me. They breathe life into me. They feed me words that can never be spoken.” She runs her hand up my chest before cupping my cheek. “They unlock true love's kiss.”
I ease her backward onto the bed and hover over her body. Leaning forward, I brush my mouth against hers. Hard nipples graze my chest, sending a lightning bolt of arousal to my cock resting against her hips.
“These lips can do so much more.” I look deep into her eyes that swallow me whole.
“How so?” she whispers.
“Like this,” I say, before kissing my way down her body. Spreading her stunning thighs apart, I ease my face between them.
“Darien?” she cries out. “What are you doing?”
“Speaking to you in another language.” I pry open her lower lips with my fingers and swipe the length of her pussy with my tongue.
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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.