Reading His Submissive by Brandi Evans #Romance #Fantasy #Series

1.     Title: Reading His Submissive (book 2 in Restrained Fantasies series)

2.     Author(s): Brandi Evans

3.     Release Date: Feb 2, 2018

   Every girl has her breaking point.

Blurb

Raven:

I’ve spent my life depending on one person: myself. I’ve learned the hard way other people will only let me down. I’ve worked for everything I have, but thanks to my drug-addicted mother, I’m about to lose the one thing I’ve craved for years. Needing to make some extra cash, I ask my boss at Restrained Fantasies, a Dallas BDSM club, for some extra shifts. Much to my chagrin, Master Carter Burkes is with him, and Carter leaps to my rescue, bound and determined to save me—only I’m not the kind of girl who needs to be saved.

Carter:

I can’t sit by while Raven, a recurring figure in my fantasies, is in trouble. My job as a detective keeps me busy, but I’m not looking for a relationship, just a sub to assist with a class I’m teaching: Reading Your Submissive. Raven always claimed she wasn’t a member of the lifestyle, so imagine my surprise when I discover a budding submissive inside her. She gets under my skin in ways I can’t fight, but emotions are dangerous. I learned that the hard way.  Is getting close to Raven a mistake? Will I destroy her life like I destroyed the life of the only woman I’ve ever loved?

This is book two in the Restrained Fantasies series but can be read as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, BDSM, sensual scenes, romance and adult language. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

6.     Purchase Links: https://www.amazon.com/Brandi-Evans/e/B004D05W56/

First Excerpt, NC-17

Leaving the table behind, he returned to Genny. He didn’t touch her. He suddenly didn’t trust himself to. He had to keep his head about him until she got out whatever she needed to say.

“What do you want then, pet?”

Her lips parted, but nothing came out. She closed her mouth again, and her Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“Despite what you’ve accused me of on many occasions, Genny, I can’t actually read your mind. You’re gonna have to use your words.”

“I know. It’s harder to say than I thought it would be, Sir. It’s like I want to say it, but then I get scared.”

“Overcoming your own mind is often the hardest thing for a sub. Giving yourself to another person and relinquishing complete control takes strength, and I know you’re strong enough.”

Her eyelids fluttered closed briefly. “Everything feels so much clearer when you’re touching me, Sir. I need your touch, now, more than ever.”

Taking a calming breath, still not entirely trusting himself to touch her, he traced his right index finger along her cheek, to her neck, and outlined the crisscrossing lines of her tattoos as he worked his way to her hand. Careful of her restraints, he linked their fingers. He repeated the act on the opposite side until his position mirrored hers. His stance was symbolic. He was as irrevocably bound to her as she was to the cross; just as she was powerless to escape her bindings, he was powerless to escape her pull.

“Genny.” His lips played with hers as he spoke, but he didn’t kiss her. “I swear on my life I’d rather die than ever hurt you. I—”

I love you. But the words wouldn’t come out; strike that, he didn’t let them out.

8.     Author Bio

Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!

In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.

10.  Book Trailer: This is the Video URL. If you need something different, just let me know. https://youtu.be/t3FV0BMpl1U

11.  Spotify Playlist: Did you know the author has a personal Spotify Playlist for Reading His Submissive? Just head on over to Spotify and search “Reading His Submissive”, and you’ll get to listen to the music featured in the book, as well as the music that inspired the author. Either way you look at it, these tunes will get your hips swaying and your libido pumping!

12.  Pinterest: Want to visit the author’s Reading His Submissive Pinterest board? See the images that inspired the book. https://www.pinterest.com/brandievans1/reading-his-sub-behind-the-pages/

13.  Behind the Pages: Want some bonus content? These are fun little story tidbits from the author straight to you.

Fun Facts from Reading His Submissive

1.     I added the following lines because this IS me. Raven is me! It’s just a little part of myself I put into her.

When Raven was finished dressing her coffee—two sugars and just a splash of cream—she took a sip and sighed. “I swear I could live off coffee.”

2.     The following is also a little bit of me I crafted into Raven.

“So, you’re not big into cooking, I see.” She flashed a dick-hardening smile. “I actually enjoy cooking. I suck at it, but I enjoy it.”

3.     The following line is actually inspired by Robin Hood. Ya know, the old Disney animated movie. Two cookies for anyone who gets it, LOL.

“And I’m so very glad she did.” He made a twirly motion with his index finger. “Let me see the back.”

4.     The following post-sexy-times exchange is a bit of a nod to the show Lost Girl.

He was tracing a straight line of her arm tattoo when she finally spoke again. “Is it always like that between Dom and sub? The sex, I mean.”

“Well, I like to think I add a little something special to the mix.”

5.     For anyone who knows me, you know I’m a giant nerd, and I like to put geeky references into all my stories. So here’s a Doctor Who (Ten) reference.

“I’m sorry, Genny. I’m so, so sorry.”

6.     And this one is pretty obvious. I’m not sure I even need to say where it’s from, but for those who don’t know, this is a nod to Danny Glover’s character in Lethal Weapon.

“He was seriously getting too old for this shit.” Nod to Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon.

7.     Near the end of the story, when the hero meets a fellow detective from Oregon, the woman is wearing a Harry Potter t-shirt, jeans, and Converse high tops, which just so happened to be the same outfit I was wearing when I wrote the scene. ;-) Is this an example of art imitating life?

One Good Turn Deserves Another - Rough Diamonds by Ashe Barker #eroticromance #ashebarker

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Rough Diamonds

By Ashe Barker

Book cover attached separately

• Ashe Barker Books, 2018
• Released 1 March 2018
• Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense
• Novella
• Approximately 37,000 words
• HEA ending

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Blurb

What if someone handed you over a million dollars in uncut diamonds, and a note? For services rendered…

A random act of kindness years earlier gives rise to an astonishing chain of events. Johan Klaas holds the key to the mystery and he will help her – for a price. Can she trust him? Should she? And what has Christa ever done to deserve such a reward?

Swept from her modest flower shop in England, caught up in the opulent global diamond trade in Antwerp and introduced by her millionaire lover to a sensual world of pain and pleasure, Christa is determined to solve the riddle.

Author Synopsis

Christa Barnes is baffled when the man of her dreams – or should that be her wildest fantasies? – turns up at her sleepy little flower shop and insists she has something he would like to purchase. But Johan Klaas is an international diamond dealer and he is not remotely interested in acquiring a bunch of geraniums, preferring instead to discuss gemstones.

Christa’s next unexpected caller is a motorcycle courier clad in black leather and bearing a package for her. She opens it, expecting the latest seed catalogue, and finds instead a fortune in uncut diamonds and a note.

For Services Rendered. See what you can make of these.

Johan Klaas works at the heart of the global diamond trade based in Antwerp, and he agrees to use his contacts and knowledge to help trace the origins of these particular stones. For a price.

As the relationship between Christa and Johan deepens, so does her understanding of the way in which a natural, artless act of kindness years before can start an amazing chain of events.

This book was previously released with a different cover. The story includes sexual scenes and BDSM, and is intended for audiences of 18 and over.

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1.       Who or what was the inspiration for Christa? Is she anything like you?

Well I’ve never entertained a desire to sell flowers, but the mystery at the heart of Rough Diamonds is based on my experience working in the care system in the UK some thirty years ago so I suppose Christa does draw on something of me.

2.       So, tell us a bit more about Johan. He’s stern and sexy, and obviously successful in his career, but what else is there to know?

Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Johan is driven and successful, but he is also honest in his dealings with a strong sense of duty, and of justice. He wants Christa from the beginning, but he’s willing to work for it and takes nothing for granted. He’s kind to her, and generous, and he shares her sense of adventure and curiosity about the origins of her surprise windfall.

3.       How many books have you written? Are they all erotic fiction?

I think I have about sixty titles out now, and yes, they are all erotic stories. Some are more BDSM themed and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first, I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals and more recently I started writing sci-fi too.

4.       What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?

I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand. And an internet connection. Youtube and Google are the erotica writer’s friend, and Wikipedia of course, the fount of all wisdom and knowledge.

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About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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EXCERPT 

Johan's accommodation was on the ground floor, a suite with its own patio and small garden. Christa couldn't resist stepping outside to view the stars in the clear October sky. It was a cool night, just hinting at frost to come. She shivered, only to have Johan follow her into the small courtyard and slip his jacket around her shoulders. It smelled of him – spicy, sexy, very male. She thanked him, then tilted her chin up to study the vast array of stars which peppered the cloudless, inky skies.

Johan placed his hands on her shoulders, turned her in his arms. She dragged her gaze away from the jewels above her to regard the emeralds in his eyes. He was truly mesmerising, she thought, this unusual Belgian. She had never previously considered a man to be beautiful, but that was the only proper description for Johan Klaas. He was perfect. And, for tonight, he was hers.

He lowered his face to hers, brushed his mouth across her forehead, her eyes, her jawline before settling his lips over hers. Christa sighed as she parted her lips, tasting the slightest hint of coffee on his tongue as he deepened the kiss. She reached for him, digging her fingertips into the cotton of his shirt as the jacket slipped away from her shoulders.

Johan broke the kiss, but only in order to slide his arm under her and lift her from her feet. He whirled, with Christa still cradled in his arms, then stepped back through the patio doors into the warmth of the room. He laid her on the vast, king-size bed and stretched out beside her.

"I am glad you are here. I hoped that you would stay."

"You knew I would."

He shook his head. "I did not, but I thought you might, if I fed you well and offered you a tempting business deal."

"You must think me very shallow. And mercenary."

"I have already told you what my opinion of you is, Christa. Must I repeat it?"

"I see no reason why not."

"Very well. You are a lovely woman, sexy, sensuous, and I want nothing more right now than to inspect that rather spectacular outfit spread across the foot of this bed, preferably with you inside it.”

Christa propped herself up on one elbow and reached for the peach lace. “May I use your bathroom?”

“But of course.”

 Thanks for sharing,

Anita

Lawbreakers, #BoxSet, Two Truths and a Lie, #hotread, #billionaire, @DarylDevore

Two Truths and a Lie from the Lawbreakers Box Set.

Genre – Contemporary Romance

Heat Level – Hot

 The legend of Robin Hood and Maid Marian with a twenty-first-century twist.

Blurb

If you love hot, billionaire romances, then this is a must read.

From the author of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy, multi-published, hot romance author Daryl Devoré's latest book revolves around deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red diamond.

As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-lace billionaire, Mark clash over Byn's need for independence and Mark's struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.

All is lost until a children's game is their only hope.

Buy Link - Amazon

Excerpt (Cool)

All I had to do was steal a rare, red diamond. How hard could that be?

I followed the others into the Whittle Bus, took a seat and turned to look out the window. I didn't want a seat buddy. I didn't want a BFF – someone to giggle and bond with. I had a job to do. I had to keep my focus.

Especially if I wanted to live.

I stared blankly out the window, not seeing the city shift to country. Music blared from the bus's sound system. The driver turned the radio on an All 80s channel. Trying to block the music, I reviewed my evening. First, act like a meek female, not too competent or intelligent who doesn't speak English fluently. Second, pretend to be an acceptable server and deliver drinks to thirsty, rich people. Third, steal the red diamond.

Simple enough.

I didn't want the gem. Hmph, who was I kidding? I'd love to own it. But, a job's a job. I'd been commissioned to steal and deliver it to a secure box. And that's exactly what I intended to do. I'd planned this job for several weeks, if not months. Finally, the right opportunity presented itself and here I was sitting on a bus listening to You Spin Me Round, dressed like a French maid. So unbelievably annoying. The skirt barely covered the bend in my butt. Every time I tugged at the skirt, my boobs started to pop out of the top. Not that there was a lot of boob to pop out. I seemed to be missing the greatly endowed gene. I stifled the fantasy of putting my fingers around the neck of the old pervert that demanded we wear these ridiculous outfits. And gloves. We all had to wear white gloves. Who does that?

I'm guessing the host of the party didn't want us mere peasants touching anything, leaving our filthy germs which he might pick up and then die of some horrible flesh-eating disease. Hey, a person can dream.

But on the bright side, the gloves played right into my hand, so to speak. I didn't have to figure out how to conceal a pair of latex gloves. I'd wear these white monstrosities, steal the red diamond and not leave a fingerprint in the whole house.

The bus slowed, passed through the open gates then drove around to the back of a large manor house. I'll admit the house wasn't as big as the one in Downton Abbey, but it was still impressive. A red stone house with several floors, lots of windows and partially covered in ivy. The land around it extended for acres in every direction. I'd already done my research on the place. I knew every inch of the outside and inside. I had escape routes planned. Although, I had no intention of needing them. I was confident I was leaving the same way as I'd arrived – on this bus.

I knew where I could hide in the house if needed. And I had a back-up plan to my back-up plan. Several people had been paid hefty fees to watch my back. This gem was as good as stolen.

Bio and Social Media Links

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

An Interview with Hot Romance Author Daryl Devoré

How did you come up with the title?

I am terrible at titles – TERRIBLE. But this is a box set so someone else came up with the title.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

As far as I know, I don't know any thieves and I certainly don't know any billionaires.

What are your current projects?

I am trying to finish a medieval fantasy. But the dragon is getting nasty and I'm too scared to open the document. (or I've hit a block in the writing – lol)

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Marketing. I'm a writer – not a marketer. People go to university to study the subject. Writers are just supposed to know what to do.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

Torn between Agatha Christie and Dorothy L Sayers. Love the complexity of the story and the way they pull you in.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

Many, many authors will say – learn your craft, study the rules. I say – write the damn book. 90% of the people who start won't finish. So finish it. Yes, it is going to have plot holes, and grammar mistakes – so what. You wrote a book. Now, you can go back and study and fix it.

Short Answers

What’s your favorite line from any movie?

They're over at the Co-op. From Spaced Invaders

If you were attending a Halloween party, what would your costume be and why?

Tigger. I have a real Tigger costume

Are you a morning or night person?

Morning. What is this thing you call morning???

What are your favorite hobbies?

Yoga, baking and gardening

Do you believe in love at first sight?

I'd better since I'm a romance author.

Does Prince Charming exist?

Yes, I married him.

Thanks Daryl for sharing,

Anita

Goldie's Surrender #FairyTale #SpankingRomance by @FelicityBradon

Title: Goldie’s Surrender (An Adult Fairy Tale)

Published: 3^rd February, 2018 with Stormy Night Publications

Length: 82,500 words

Buy links:

Amazon: myBook.to/Goldie  (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079K1W3SX)

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38200948-goldie-s-surrender

Tag lines:

Guess who’s been sleeping in their bed?

Hash tags: #FairyTale  #SpankingRomance  #Menage  #BDSMRomance  #EroticRomance  #Fantasy

Blurb:

What if the fairy tale is real?

We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears' humble abode while wandering through the woods. You'd always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?

Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father's wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home...

In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie's surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?

Publisher's Note: Goldie's Surrender includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Author synopsis:

The fairy tale is true…

Goldie Locks is very real, a young, over-indulged woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and influence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. Little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods, and what they will do when they find her asleep in their bed…

In this unique erotic tale, we follow the story of Goldie’s awakening, discovering how the masterful owners of the cottage take her in hand, and offer her a taste of something different – a life where she is cherished, rather than used. For her part, Goldie learns a thing or two about herself along the way, particularly how hot and aroused she finds the shameful spankings she receives at the hands of her dominant captors. But can the pampered princess really give up her life of riches, and surrender to the will of these three strange men, and what will happen when all of their secrets are finally revealed?

Teaser :

“You know it’s not going to be that easy, girl.” Logan’s voice has that commanding tone again, the one which sends electricity straight to my clitoris.

“Damn right it isn’t…” Ethan moves from beside Logan and saunters towards me. “If you have all three of us, it means you have to work three times harder.” He presses himself to my side, his hot arousal more than evident. “You have to be three times as energetic, three times as beguiling, and three times as obedient. Can you do that?”

I smile, my heart racing in my chest. “I can,” I say, excitedly.

“Really?” laughs Logan. “Obedient? Are you sure, little fawn? As I recall, you didn’t find that so easy last night?”

I flush, feeling all of their attention on me. “I just needed a man to take charge,” I explain. “And I got one.”

“Make that three,” Logan says, his deep blue eyes assessing me wryly. “If you agree to one of us right now, then you agree to all three of us. Do you understand?”

His gaze is intense, and the severity in it pushes me to respond. “I understand,” I whisper. “All three of you.”

First meeting :

I am on my feet again in seconds, anxiety ricocheting through my body. “Move out of my way!” I demand, my hands subconsciously landing at my hips. “I don’t know who you are, but you have no right to keep me here!”

He laughs gently at my words. “Oh, really?” His voice is soft and taunting, and I notice that one of his dark eyebrows rises into an unforgiving arch. “I am the master of this house, and as such, I would say I have every right to do so. You are the girl who has come here without my knowledge, entered without consent, and caused quite some trouble in the process.”

I find myself biting my lip at his accusations, an annoying habit that I have not fallen afoul of for years. “How dare you!” I cry out, my arms folding in front of my chest. “What are you saying? That I broke into your cottage?” Rage fumes within me, and I am barely able to contain it.

He leans against the edge of the bedpost, watching me with interest. “Precisely,” he replies with a smile.

“What?” I cry again, adamantly. “I’m no burglar!”

His expression changes, and I can see that my tone has shocked him. A flicker of fear resonates through me as I realize I have angered the beast, yet the old indignation resurfaces almost at once. He takes a step toward me, and despite my temper I flinch, jumping backwards to avoid his presence.

“Who are you?” he asks me flatly.

I purse my lips, knowing that I am pouting as I reply. “It is none of your business who I am, now let me out!”

With that I run at him, startling him with my agile reflexes. I make it past him, my heart pounding within my chest as I move, but I feel a large palm at my left wrist, and he catches me with ease. I turn, screaming at him as I struggle against his iron grip. “Let me go!” I shout, “let me go! You have no right to keep me here!”

“Settle down, girl!” he says, his tone unwavering as he holds me in place.

“I am no girl!” I screech, bringing my right fist smashing down against his torso. I had meant to target his chest, and yet he’s so tall that I barely even reach it.

He grabs the offending wrist in a heartbeat, looking down at me with a smile. “My, my, you are quite the unruly imp, aren’t you?”

I shriek in defiance, stamping my foot down on the floorboards below me.

“Settle down, or I will be forced to make you settle.” His warning is soft, but I recognize the threat nonetheless.

“Y-you… You can’t!” I stammer.

“I can,” comes the reply. “This is my house, and my rules are the law here. You came without permission, and took what you wanted without consideration. Now, tell me, who are you?” His tone is so low, that it’s almost a growl and for one long moment, I look up into his face. I am utterly terrified, but refuse to let this brute see it.

“I will not!” I snap, ceasing to struggle in his large hands, but turning my face away from his insistent gaze.

“Good grief, Logan!” A voice from the doorway sends my heart spiraling back into a frenzy once more. “It seems our little burglar is quite the petulant one!”

I twist to my right, seeing yet another giant looming over me. This one doesn’t seem quite as tall as the one who still holds me steadfast in his hands, and his blond locks are quite in contrast to the first.

“She is indeed!” comes the hearty response of the dark-haired one. What had he called him? Logan? “Quite the high-spirited girl!”

“I am not a girl,” I cry again. “I’m a rich, smart woman, and I will be missed!”

I blink at them both for a second, cursing the note I’d left for Harry. He’ll think I’m sunning myself in California by now. He won’t even be worrying about my absence.

The blond one moves in behind me, and although he stops just short of touching me, I cannot help but gasp at the sudden and close proximity. Now they both tower over me. I am completely helpless, and although I know it, the thought makes me wild with resentment.

“You are an intruder in this cottage.” It’s the blond one talking again, yet I cannot bring myself to turn and look upon him. “Nothing more, and nothing less. Whoever you are, you should be thoroughly punished for your deeds.”

Punished? Punished? The rage in me contracts, tightening until I can barely take a breath. “You shall do no such thing!” I spit at the dark-haired one. “No one has ever punished me!”

“Then,” says Logan, his tone quiet and contemplative, “perhaps someone should have…”

  

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Felicity Brandon is a #1 international bestseller of erotic spanking romance.

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Hawk's Waltz - #Except from "Banished Witch" @AnitaPhilmar #EroticMystery #Romance

Excerpt from the 3rd Story in the Series

A wicked grin kissed her lips, before a tiny pop broke the silence between them.  The smooth texture of her skin changed into the soft caress of feathers and she shrank. The tantalizing aroma of her transformation filled his loins with a barbaric thirst for sex.

A loud call pulled his gaze skyward as a hawk soared above his head. Words filtered through his head.  Do you know the hawk’s waltz?

     He recalled the mating rituals performed above the trees and envisioned the pleasures of flying.

     After a small hop, he flapped his wings and raced after her.  Their destination unknown, she quickly outdistanced him.  He sped through the air and slowly closed the gap between them. Yessss.

The wind, rushing over his feathers, fought to cool his carnivorous hunger but the brief teasing fragrance of her lust continued to feed his desire. With the sun, escaping the pursuit of the night beast, it fell below the horizon.  Red, yellow, and purple lights filled the evening sky.

Why flee? He called.

     The answer stroked his thoughts. Oh, but if you can’t catch me, what kind of pleasure could you really give me?

     Inflamed by her words and the fire burning through his loins, he soared higher and charted the circles she drew beneath his flight’s course.

     Marking her position, he took a steep dive through the center of her path, and then move in a sharp angle upwards.  He repeated the maneuver several times, coming closer and closer to her until his wing brushed hers.  On his climb back to the heavens, he grabbed her talons. 

     Interlock in a spiraling fall, her hoarse raspy cry echo around him. The ache in his cock intensified.  How much longer would she make him wait?

     The ground rising up at an incredible rate, he released his grip and pumped his wings to rocket back into the endless abyss above them.

     A screech followed his ascend.

     No more games. 

     Leveling off, he glanced at the ground.  Her hawk form contorted and transformed into her human shape. 

     Don’t keep me waiting. She stood and walked into a log cabin nestled among the trees.  A mischievous grin graced her lips and then she disappeared inside.      

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Have a wonderful weekend full of fun-loving adventures,

Anita 
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