So excited to announce the release of the first book in my new series, Sex Blitz. The first book is called Hayden's Turn.
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Helen has recovered from her last wild night at Sex Camp, an amazing orgy with eight different partners. Now she has developed an attachment to Hayden, the super-model gorgeous recruiter for Camp. She falls more in love with him, but how can they be exclusive in a place like this?
When Hayden accepted the invitation to the Blitz, he gave consent to give up all control. He has no idea who, when, where, or what will happen, he only knows it will be very, very pleasurable. But at Sex Camp, you get your excitement from pushing the limits. Helen and Hayden wake early in the morning to find Doctor T and their friends have come, and they will force Hayden to give up all control before the ultimate pleasure can be his.
Helen, being held by a dark eyed, dark haired stranger, can only watch.
Shackles of the Genie
Check out my new release: Shackles of the Genie
Takrim is lost and beaten in the ancient forests of Arabia. Sadiq finds him and tries to save him, but finds that Takrim is under the control of a powerful, evil jinn.
The eveil jinn traps Takrim with pleasure. There's only one way to save him.
Shackles of the Genie is a gay erotic short story.
Here's a sample:
Stepping inside the warm ring of light cast by the camp fire, the stranger over his shoulder stirs. Sadiq slows, laying him down carefully to his pad of blankets.
With darkly lidded eyes, the young man looks around with confusion, and subtle relief. Questions seem to collect upon his brow, but he does not ask them. After a few moments, he meets Sadiq’s intense gaze.
“You should not have brought me here.”
Sadiq is a little put off. He kneels down before him.
“Who are you?”
For several breaths, the man stares at Sadiq with tired eyes.
“Takrim. My name is Takrim.”
“I am Sadiq.”
They nod in greeting, but Takrim’s movements are hesitant.
“What happened to you? Was something following you?”
Takrim stares out into the darkness beyond the light of the fire.
“It does not matter.”
He pushes his arm into the ground in order to stand.
“I must leave.”
Sadiq places a hand on his shoulder, firm.
“You are in no condition to travel.”
Takrim deeply fills his chest.
“My life is none of your concern.”
Sadiq smiles, giving his shoulder a paternal pat.
“It is now, stranger. My conscience will not allow me to shoo you off, half starved, thirsty, and with nothing to protect you from the chill. When is the last time you ate or drank?”
Takrim raises his hand to his face, weary. Seeing he will not – or cannot – answer, Sadiq reaches for his leather waterskin.
“Here, it’s water. Better have your fill.”
Takrim pushes away the waterskin and again tries to stand.
Sadiq grasps his bicep, holding him. They lock gazes.
“You are safe now. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but you don’t have to be afraid. Please... let me help you.”
Sadiq offers the waterskin again.
Takrim accepts it. His eyes glaze as he lifts it to his lips. Swallowing a small sip, he begins to tremble. Sadiq catches the waterskin before he drops it.
“I must... leave...” Takrim gasps. He shakes so bad he can barely get his arms underneath himself.
Sadiq covers him with a thick fur. He puts pressure on his chest, forcing him to lay back.
“No... I cannot... stay here. The ghylan... are coming.”
“Ghylan?” Sadiq huffs, reaching for his pack. “I think you need something a bit stronger than water.”
“The ghylan!” Takrim writhes.
Sadiq sits behind Takrim and pulls him against his chest, one arm restraining him, one arm holding a metal flask.
Takrim tries to resist, but he does not have the strength to fight.
“Easy, stranger. You’re safe now.”
Sadiq waits until his thrashing calms, then shows him the flask.
“Red grape wine from Ksara.”
Sadiq places the flask to Takrim’s lips and makes him drink. Takrim accepts it, gradually sinking into exhaustion.
Here's some inspiration for Shackles of the Genie:
When Ida's ship crashes on a jungle planet, she must trust in Brock, a human, and his companions in order to survive.
Here is a sample:
My worries fade as his hand greets mine. With as much leisure as we would stroll the beaches of Isothrith, we circle the immense fallen tree and find privacy behind its uprooted base.
He chuckles warmly and I turn to face him. His tan face is ruddy and sheen.
“What is funny?”
He takes both my hands in his.
“I was just thinking... If not for the crash, we may have never met.”
I cannot help but return his welcoming expression.
“I suppose there is some good in every situation.”
He closes the distance between us, his shirt brushing my exposed front side.
“Every cloud has a silver lining.” His thumb traces my chin, following my lips. “An old saying from my planet.”
I gaze down to the brush at our feet, my mind drifting back.
“Even in darkness, the Uhadyk shine.”
Lifting my gaze, I find his liquid green eyes locked on mine.
“Two stars are at the center of our solar system, Igarenya and Itinsu. Even when we rotate into the shadow of night, the Uhadyk embrace. Their light, their love guides us in all things.”
Brock leans in, caressing the side of my face as his lips meet mine.
It is so gentle. So welcome. Even though our species originated on completely different worlds, it feels as if we were made for this intimate act. That we compliment the other.
Bethonos, I want to compliment him in much, much different ways.
He pulls away just before my lips flare with sensation, that would have rippled all over my body. He does not let go of my arms as he regards me, licking his lips to savor my taste.
“You have cast a spell on me, Idarioos.”
He pronounces my name perfectly. Still, I pause in confusion.
“I do not understand.”
Brock brushes my arms in a way that makes me want to collapse into his embrace.
“A spell... Magic...”
I lift my brows with a titled smile.
“Using myths and ritual to perform feats beyond understanding?”
“Ah, yes.” I lay my hand on the very large muscles of his chest. “That is a barbaric notion.”
He leans in close and speaks just above my face. “Exactly.”
Brock kisses me again with such passion I melt in his hold. He pushes me back, his arms holding me at the perfect angle to explore my mouth. My life force quickens. My skin trembles, overwhelmed by his warmth, his taste, his strength. Energy concentrates in my core, fed by the delicious movements of his mouth over mine and his hands around my body.
The pleasure explodes outward, rushing to my skin. The dark organic designs burst with outlines of color, so bright they almost glow. I gasp from the extreme rush of sensation.
Brock pulls up, admiring the markings with his fingertips.
“You are the perfect creature.”
He traces the swirls around my abdomen, extra sensitive to his touch.
With a light brush, he raises my chin so I look upon him.
There is no denying my feelings as we walk back to the group. I have chosen Brock, now everyone knows it. The three men stare at me with wonder, my brother with something else. But I do not care. This is my choice. The most inherent right of free-thinking beings.
I turn away from my brother as we regroup to leave. His skin might have changed colors too, judging from his expression, but his body lacks the strength. Rush helps him up and we resume our trek through the forest.
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