The Hunter by K. D. Austin. A Paranormal, Erotic, M/F, Contemporary Romance

BLURB

Bound by an ancient prophecy, Lace Hardin must find the Seraph, the man whom she is destined to bond so they can rid the world of daemons. When sexy musician, Anders Engel, rescues her from a daemon ambush, though, Lace must decide whether to follow the prophecy or her heart.

After defeating Daemon Lord Belial’s personal guard, Lace gives into her desire for Anders and discovers a new world of pleasure. However, when Lace learns that Anders is a daemon, she fears he’s been sent by Belial to destroy the prophecy. As Lace and Anders are pursued by daemons, can Anders prove his true feelings for Lace and convince her he’s forsaken the daemon’s evil ways? And with no sign of the Seraph, is there any hope for Lace to destroy the daemons, or will she fail in both love and her destiny?



STORY EXCERPT

Leaning forward just enough to peer through the window, Lace Hardin placed the barrel of her Colt .45 into the knothole she had bored into the windowsill earlier. She had spent all her savings on the ancient weapon two months ago, but it had proved worth every bit of gold and more. She fired two rounds into the room in rapid succession, and as the last found its mark, she swung the window open and landed in the room to face an ashen man sitting behind a table. At least he looked like a man, but Lace knew better.

“Damn,” she said.

She took in the scene quickly and realized how she’d made such a potentially deadly mistake. The room, a seedy little bar that had closed hours ago to what few humans would actually frequent it, had only one other door. It should lead to the other reason she’d come here. The large wall-size mirror behind the bar to her right had come loose at some point in the past and did not reflect the back corner of the room where the not-man sat.

“You’ll be damned, Daemon Hunter,” the man who wasn’t a man said.

Stupid mistake, Lace thought in the second she had to think before reaction took over.
In a flash, the table flew across the room at Lace. She dodged and simultaneously fired at her attacker. The shot missed high, blowing a hole in the wall. The table flew over the bar and shattered the mirror.

“Looks like your luck finally ran out,” the snarling daemon said, whipping a vicious blade from the sheath at his side. Now that the table no longer hid him, Lace couldn’t even mistake this creature for a man. Though his head and shoulders were man-like, if a little too orange, scales started on his chest and flowed into a large serpent body that curled around itself like a rattlesnake.

 His eyes scanned the carnage in the room. The other two daemons who had occupied the space had been reduced to ashes by Lace’s first two shots. Thanks to the askew mirror, she hadn’t been able to see the snake from the window. She feared it might be right. Her luck may have just ended.

With startling speed, the daemon shot across the room, swinging the three-foot blade at her chest. Lace dropped flat on her face. The sword whistled above her, catching a bit of her raven hair that didn’t fall fast enough. She rolled left, guessing correctly, and just missed being impaled as the daemon thrust down. His blade stuck in the well-polished oak floor.

“Looks like it’s your luck that’s run out,” Lace said, blasting the daemon from near point-bank range as it struggled to free the sword. The daemon exploded like an erupting volcano, covering Lace in ashes. She collapsed on the floor and tried not to vomit.

“That was too close,” she said aloud, just to hear her own voice. The gun allowed her to remove the curse of daemons from the world, at least temporarily, but it had made her overconfident. Tonight that had almost killed her. For the past several years, she’d had to plan carefully how to ambush the evil creatures, so as to kill them before they killed her. She had relied on elaborate traps and plans. Since she’d acquired the gun, though, she’d allowed herself to plan less. The Colt removed the need for some of her planning, but not all of it. It wasn’t a mistake she intended to repeat. In fact, she probably wouldn’t survive another error like tonight’s.

She stood up, furiously brushing the dusty remains off her black leather pants and jacket, and stepped through the far door.

“Bingo!”

Against the back wall of the five-by-five room stood a desk with a flat piece of black glass attached to a brushed metal stand. Beneath the glass on the desk sat a thin sheet of metal with human letters and numbers on it, though they weren’t in alphabetical order. It was just as the lesser daemon she’d briefly detained in the town of Rustville described it. Though it looked nothing like she’d imagined or like any of the crude drawings she’d ever seen, Lace guessed this was the computer that the daemon had told her about unwillingly. For some reason he had believed Lace wanted it, but she couldn’t imagine how the piece of junk could have ever been useful. However, what lay next to it caught Lace’s attention. This is what she’d come here for. A book!

A boot scuffed behind her.



ADULT EXCERPT

Lace ran her hands down Anders’s back, feeling the broad muscles bunch as he supported himself above her. Her hands traced the lines of two thick scars, one on each shoulder blade. Though she was curious, she had no desire to ask now. She reached his belt and slipped her hands around to his front. She began unbuckling.

“I want you in me.”

His jeans unclasped easily under her fingers, and she worked them off his strong legs. Raising her head so she could admire his unleashed cock, her breath caught. Ten thick inches protruded from between Anders’s legs. She’d never imagined a cock could be so long and so thick. She could see how quick his pulse throbbed as his cock vibrated up and down above her body.

“Oh my,” she said, and her hand wrapped around the shaft. Anders’s eyes rolled back in his head. Her hand barely reached all the way around his thickness. Only her fingertips met. She wanted to feel his cock inside her even though she was a little scared of how big he was.
Using her hand, she guided him toward her dripping pussy. When his head pressed against her lips, Lace almost came again, the sensation and her expectation rising. Anders pushed firmly, and the massive head spread her lips open and began sliding inside.

Lace bit her lip and cried out.

“You okay?” Anders’s face hovered only centimeters from hers. Lace reached up, tangled her fingers in his golden hair, and pulled his face to hers, closing the slight distance and locking their lips together. As their kisses began, she raised her hips and his cock moved deeper inside her. She felt she’d split in two and explode with pleasure at the same time.

“Oh yes!” Lace pulled Anders’s head back and pushed her hips toward him. Anders matched the motion and suddenly his entire cock filled her pussy. She cried out.

“Fuck me, Anders! Fuck me now!” She had never wanted anything more in her life than she wanted him right now. Nothing else in her life mattered. Nothing else in the world mattered. This was everything.

Anders slid his cock slowly back and pushed it in again. Lace ran her fingers down his back, pressing the tips of her fingers hard into his flesh as he pushed his cock back in.

“Harder. Fuck me harder. I want you to make me scream.” Lace had fully surrendered to her body. There was no more thought, only action. She needed this. She needed it badly.
Anders increased his rhythm. Each thrust stretched Lace’s pussy and caused her to catch her breath. He began ramming his cock into her hard. Their hips slapped together. She panted and kissed his face, neck, and shoulders. Then she matched his rhythm with her own and now the entire bed rose and fell with their motion, creaking and screeching.

“Fuck yeah. Fuck me, Anders. Harder! Faster!”

His cock pounded her pussy. Lace bucked up to meet it every time.

“Yes! Harder!”

Sweat streamed down Anders’s back and Lace felt her own sweat rolling into her hair and between her breasts. Then Anders stopped and pulled back until only his head remained inside her. She gasped at the sudden cessation of sensation. His hands grabbed her hips and flipped her over. He pulled her to her knees as he rose to his behind her.

“What are you—?” Lace cut off as Anders pushed his cock back into her pussy hard. “Oh yes! That feels so good.” She’d thought she’d felt all there was to fucking before, but this was something else entirely.

His cock hit the front wall inside her. Each thrust felt like it might punch right through her, but Lace wanted more. Needed more. She’d never imagined sex would be this good. Her fantasies had not prepared her for this glorious experience.

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Unleashing The Woman Within; From The Mystic Museum Series 3. A Contemporary, Paranormal, Erotic, M/F, BDSM Romance by Loc Glin

The Premise of the Mystic Museum Series

Every full moon the “powers that be” choose someone from the visitors of the museum. This someone, known as the mystic walker, will be the hero/heroine of the novel. The “powers” select someone they feel deserves a second chance, or just a chance to follow their destiny. 

Minerva, the curator and caretaker of the museum meets the chosen mystic walker. Through the magic that has been entrusted to her, Minerva supplies them with the opportunity to change their lives. 

Each book in the series is vastly different from the others. The 1st book called Howling at the Moon is a ménage evolving shape shifting wolves. The 2nd is called Dulce Isle. Dulce Isle explores a newly widowed man’s changing sexual inclinations, also a ménage. 

The 3rd novel, just released, is called Unleashing the Woman Within, and contains BDSM (with a warning that it contains forced seduction).

Blurb

Rowena Milestone, corporate executive, has an accomplished career. Yet one thing eludes her. Try as she might she can’t seem to have an orgasm even though she likes sex. Her position in the corporate man’s world tends to intimidate her dates. They perform well enough in bed, but they just don’t push her over the edge, until she meets Stephen.

Stephen Sloan has a secret. He belongs to a very special, no holds barred, anything goes sex club. He never thought he’d meet anyone like Rowena there, so he wanted to believe her outrageous story that she didn’t know how she’d gotten there. When she disappeared without a trace he knew she’d been telling the truth. Now armed with three pieces of information he is determined to find her.

Rowena was devastated when the curator of the museum couldn’t help. Minerva had said, "If the universe is willing, he will come to you." Fat chance she has of that happening.

Note: This book contains forced seduction.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Story Excerpt:

Rowena hailed a cab, her impeccable red manicure flashing as her hand waved at the passing vehicles. She looked every inch the corporate executive that she was. Her black hair was cut in a precise bob, feminine, but it could not be considered sexy. It was functional and suited her busy lifestyle. Her expensive tailored suit fit her perfectly. Her heels were a bit more stiletto then they should be, but she liked her shoes. They enabled her to express her feminine side.

She could by no means be considered beautiful. Her strong features were feminine enough when she let go of her business demeanor. That business demeanor was what got her to the top. She was a formidable foe.

Her competitive spirit is what made her love butting heads with the men that controlled her corporate world. She was good at her job, and she loved to prove it. Unfortunately that left very little time for a personal life, and no time for romance.

She hoped her date tonight would break the long run of disappointing men she’d met in the last year.

* * * *

Rowena slipped into her clothes as quietly as possible. She picked up her shoes then tiptoed out of the bedroom.

This is why she never went back to her apartment with the date. She didn’t like sneaking out into the night like a thief, but she’d learned it was easier for her and for the man if she did. She’d suffered through enough uncomfortable breakfasts, embarrassing good-byes, and the untruthful “I’ll call you” to know when to cut her losses.

There had to be a man out there who could surprise her, someone who could bring her to orgasm. She’d had one, so she knew they existed. She was getting tired of searching for another. It was always so close and yet so far. She liked sex. She liked it a lot. Why else would she keep trying?

The men she met didn’t want to push the limits with her. She was intimidating at times. She tried to keep that aspect of her personality under control. When on the date, she tried to be just another woman. She was beginning to think that was a lost cause. All a man could see was the powerful corporate executive that she was. Conversation usually bought that fact up.

This man had almost made it, but this would be their last date. They’d had sex on the second and on the third dates. At least six times over the course of the two dates. She’d give him credit for that much. He pleasured her well enough. Unfortunately she was left still searching for that elusive orgasm. She decided to cut her losses and not invest any more time with him. A phone conversation later today would be sufficient. If he wanted to meet in person, she would do that. Sometimes that would happen. It wouldn’t happen with this one. Eric wasn’t emotionally invested in her. She knew that. This would not come as a surprise to him.

* * * *

Two weeks ago she’d had the breakup conversation with Eric. She hadn’t gone out since. It had been a while since she’d been inside a museum. Why she had the urge to go tonight was beyond her. She didn’t have anything better to do so why not?

She looked up at the full moon. In her peripheral vision she saw an elegant woman dressed in black. It seemed as though the woman was looking at her. The woman was shaking her head with an odd expression.

Rowena entered Minerva’s Mystic Museum through the beautifully carved double doors. It wasn’t long before she was impressed with the unusual and eclectic collection. She walked from one area to the next.

She stood in front of one painting for quite some time. A dark-haired, bare-chested man stood with his legs spread apart. He wore black leather pants and boots. He had a Zorro or Lone Ranger mask covering his eyes. She could swear those dark and brooding eyes were staring at her. His wrists were covered in leather. One hand held a blindfold, the other handcuffs. Both were fisted and planted on his hips. The room in which he stood was plain. The drab olive-green walls made his figure seem all the more vibrant and alive.

What would it be like to be dominated by a man like that? Her fingers twitched just thinking about touching that muscled body. Her private regions became warm and moist.

She moved away from the picture, tried to occupy her mind with something else, but somehow her feet found their way back to it. She looked up and frowned at the painting before her.
“He is a fine specimen, is he not?” A female voice said from behind her.

Rowena turned her head. She looked the woman up and down and recalled the woman dressed in black that she’d seen while outside. “Yes, I suppose he is.”

“I am Minerva, curator of the museum.”

Rowena nodded. “I’ve never been here before. Truthfully I didn’t know it existed.”

“People find us when the time is right for them.” Minerva offered her hand.

Rowena frowned, but took Minerva’s hand. “I am Rowena Milestone.”

Minerva looked her right in the eye, something most people found difficult to do. She’d been told her gaze made people nervous. Minerva’s gaze made her nervous. She felt like her insides were being turned inside out and twisted about.

Minerva frowned. “I would never have guessed…as you wish,” she whispered.

“Excuse me?” Rowena said.

“I’m sorry. I was thinking out loud. It is nice to make your acquaintance, Rowena Milestone,” Minerva said. She released Rowena’s hand. “Safe journey,” she said over her shoulder as she moved away.

Rowena looked at the woman’s retreating back. Nice dress, she thought as she passed out.



Adult Excerpt:

 “Then maybe you’ll like this instead.” Stephen stepped back from her. He tapped the tip of the crop to her ankle. “I like your shoes, Rowena, fiery red, like your temper. I will learn and taste all the fiery things about you before this encounter is over.”

She shuddered and sucked in a breath.

“I think you like being helpless and out of control.” He moved the crop up the inside of her calf. 
“Spread your legs open wider, Rowena.” He tapped the crop to her calf with authority.

She didn’t move.

He slapped her ass again. “It’s so warm.” He leaned down behind her. “Yes, it is getting really pink now.” He caressed the rosy patch. He kissed little pecks all over it. “Oh, yes, I could do this all night.”

“Sadist,” she accused him angrily.

“Not really, but I could be if you’d like. The next man may be a sadist. He may enjoy hurting you. Do you want me to treat you rough and hurt you? Is that why you’re here? Is that how you get your kicks, Rowena?”

“No,” she whispered. She sounded shocked.

“Then thank you for being so disobedient, so I get to punish you. I truly do enjoy spanking you.”

“The next man? What you mean the next man?” she demanded.

She sounded like she really didn’t know. “There will be another after me, and then a third. They will have their way with you just as I will. They may not be as understanding about your defiance.”

“Understanding? This is understanding? My ass is stinging."

“I believe it is.” He caressed her cheeks again as he looked into those lovely blue eyes straining to see him over her shoulder. He placed the crop on the back of her calf. He dragged the crop as he moved around her. “Spread your legs, Rowena,” he commanded.

This time she followed his order, but if her eyes were knives, he’d be flayed alive. Her lips flattened into an angry thin line.

“Very good, Rowena, you’re learning to curb your tongue. Let’s see if I can make you earn another heated caress.”

He moved the crop up her calf to the inside of her thigh. “It’s such a pity you don’t like my touch. This soft skin is very tender.” He flicked the leather tip of the crop across her inner thigh.
She screamed.

“Oh, thank you, Rowena.” He slapped her ass again. He caressed it and moved behind her to kiss it. This time he placed wet kisses all over her rounded buttock while flicking out his tongue against the warmed skin. “You like that, don’t you?”

She shook her head with such vehemence the chains above her rattled.

“I don’t believe you, Rowena. Maybe you’d like this more.” He spread her cheeks and ran his tongue over the exposed skin and over her anus.

She jumped. “Stop!” she ordered.

He slapped her ass. He put the crop at her ankle and moved it toward her thigh. “Would you like me to use the crop here?” He quickly moved the crop to her crotch. “Would you like the leather to lick your pussy, or would you prefer my tongue?”

“You would use that thing there? You would whip me there?”

“I would not whip you, Rowena. I would make the leather caress your cunt.” He pressed the crop harder against her open pussy. “Look down, Rowena.”

She looked straight ahead.

He slapped her ass. “Look down,” he ordered.

Her head bent forward.

“Do you see the leather tip?”

She nodded.

“I will make it kiss you there.” He moved his free hand around her waist and down. He spread his fingers over her mons and through the small patch of neatly trimmed coarse black hair. He moved his fingertips in a small circle, gently massaging.

She began to take quick breaths.

“The thought of that excites you, doesn’t it?”

“No, it’s your touch.”

“Oh, so you do like my touch.”

“Apparently.” She panted, and her hips pressed into his fingers.

“Much better, now we can begin to play.”

“Play?” The word came out in the heated rush.

“Oh, yes. I like to play.” He pressed into her from behind. He could feel his hard cock throbbing through the leather. This woman excited him more than any woman had in a very long time. Tonight he would be her second lover and maybe her third. The night was young, he would see.

“Oh my,” she whispered.

“How long have you been doing this?” he whispered into her ear as he slipped his middle finger between the lips of her cunt searching for her clit. He found the spot and pressed ever so lightly.
She moaned.

“Do you want more?”

She nodded, yes.

“Then tell me, how long?”

“I’ve never done this.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

He didn’t know why, but he believed her. “Good girl,” he whispered as he slowly massaged her clit.

She relaxed into him and moaned. “That feels good,” she said.

“I think I like this side of you,” he whispered and nipped her ear lobe.

She stiffened as she realized she’d let down her guard.


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Trading Up; A M/F Contemporary Erotic Romance by Mahalia Levey. A 1Night Stand Story

Blurb

Camilla’s deal breakers make finding a man to fit her wants, needs, and desires darn near impossible. For years she’s been primped and primed to be the perfect political daughter, when all she really wants to do is let loose without her world collapsing. When a friend sends her Madam Eve’s way, she grabs the opportunity to explore without being outed to the conservative watchdogs.

Jonah Dawson's career is heading for a change. His friends have dubbed him married to the military, and he can’t deny that his focus has been off center. While they enjoy the pleasures of life and wives, he has nothing to come home to. When offered the chance for a 1NS, he signs up, unprepared for the exotic woman whose sweet exterior masks enticing sexuality.

Sensory deprivation and the natural freedom of anonymity launch unexpected sexual desires. Madame Eve’s only request–Enjoy the sweetness of life and let the chips fall where they may–leaves this couple eager for an eye-opening experience that breaks all the rules.

Excerpt

The flames licking inside her were too much to take, along with his roaming hand. She leaned forward and grasped the chilled wine goblet as a lifeline. When he nudged her lips to take a second taste, she pressed them together, holding her finger up and then laughing because he couldn’t see it in the dark. She took a long cool sip, more from Jonah’s effect on her than the food. She licked her lips then tucked herself against him, momentarily satisfied.

“Better?

“Mmm.” Cam sighed. “When’s it your turn? I’m having all the fun.”

“I’m having a good time feeding you.”

“You’re not hungry?” In the dark, his heart pounded against her cheek. “I’m hungry, all right. Ravenous, even.” Jonah caressed her thigh. Cam had no doubt his eyes would scorch her to her very soul. His lazy trail along her skin left her smoldering in need. She let him ply her with another skewer to distract from the throb at the apex of her thighs. She sucked a piece of pineapple he held between his fingers. Juices trickled down her chin. He mopped the stream of liquid with the pad of his thumb and nosily sucked it off. Holy bananas, she wanted a taste of him now. Her mind kept rewinding to the feel of his finger parting her lips.

“I uh…need to use the ladies’ room.” Cam pressed the button on the table for assistance and slid off of Jonah’s lap and into her seat. Seconds later, her guide assisted her out of her chair and slid it back in.

“Here we go, Ms. Knox.”

She stepped awkwardly away from the table. Along the way, she heard soft sighs and giggles. Definitely some hard-core kissing action. The idea of giving in to the dark side and making out in public heightened her ardor. A loud bang startled her. She jumped, almost losing Cesaire’s grasp.

“Don’t worry Ms. Knox. Almost there.” A few more steps and he ushered her into a space where dim lighting burned her dilated pupils for a moment before her eyes adjusted. He sat on a lounge chair between two doors marked Men and Women. The dim glow brought her normal self-conscious thoughts raging forward. In the dark Jonah couldn’t see her physical flaws. Would that change once he saw the real her?

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Author Bio:

Being smart and sassy with a great sense of humor comes easily for Mahalia Levey. An avid reader of books, she found herself enchanted with disappearing completely into the worlds authors created. One day she vowed to herself she'd be one of them. Then family life came, and college right after. Swayed from her childhood course of action, it took many years for her to get back to that place she held dear as a child. Now she is running full steam ahead to keep up with the many ideas flowing freely. She plans on taking her work to higher levels and expanding her genres. Her main focus is giving her readers variety. Her works in progress include paranormal, fantasy and mainstream romance. Taking characters and watching them grow past what she’s imagined is her true passion.