UNWRAPPING ROMANCE: Unwrapping: Review of HEAT RISES by Alice Gaines

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The novella comes out tomorrow!

UNWRAPPING ROMANCE: Unwrapping: Review of HEAT RISES by Alice Gaines: Avon sent the Avon Addicts an ARC of a very interesting novella from their Avon Red line - this is their line of Erotic Romances. I've nev...

His Time

Content Advisory: Erotic

When Saul is in town, he takes me out at night beneath the stars in his pretty silver Mercedes. He puts the top down before we go down to the beach for a midnight ride. The sand shimmers like crushed diamonds at just the right time as he drives close to the sea spray with the stars overhead and the wind tearing at my carefully coiffed hair.

He takes my hand in his, placing it over the wood grain gear shift to feel the sports car’s power under my fingers. I can’t help but feel the rising warmth between my thighs. He accelerates, sending a rush of air over and around our heads, making me laugh with anticipation. My time is his time. What will he do next?

I watch him as he focuses on the terrain ahead with his beautiful pronounced cheekbones, proud nose and tensed jaw. The muscles in his forearm flex as he downshifts. His blonde hair settles against his cheeks as we slow to a stop. He’s brought me home again. 

His house stands facing the sea, an open balcony offering a view so grand, I can believe we are on the bow of a great ship. He insists that I wear fine lingerie, most often a shade of red like I am tonight.

A collar of cut gems encircles my slender throat—a precious declaration of my gift and his right, pet and master. He does not call me his slave because that is an indication that service is forced, he says. My love for him is as deep as the raging ocean that stands outside his bedroom door. 

His presence is subtle, yet powerful. A quiet stillness behind me as I stand at the open doorway. A kiss upon my shoulder as he tests the tautness of my collar with his fingers. His hard chest and erect cock graze my back and ass. He pulls on the silver ring that dangles like a shining pendant. 

“My pretty pet,” he says with a gentle warm breath. “My beautiful kitten.”

I turn to meet his gaze, and in the dim light, his eyes are infinitely black. He pulls me close to crush his mouth to mine. Our lips part to give way to a hard kiss that steals my breath and soaks my tiny crimson panties. My nipples stiffen beneath the corset that barely manages to enclose my breasts. The slide of my silk stockings send shivers up my thighs when he tugs at the straps attached to my garter belt. I am his pretty thing, his porcelain doll, and finally, his little painted cock-slut.

We kiss again and his fingers close around the front of my panties to pull them between my bare pussy lips. The delicious gentle friction sliding over my swollen and heated clit sends a ripple of delight to my cunt. I tremble involuntarily and moan softly in his mouth. He breaks the kiss and I turn my head slightly as he inspects me. 

“On your knees,” he says.

He releases my panties as I lower myself, keeping my eyes to the floor. His legs are toned, his feet the most perfect I’ve ever seen on a man, each toe worthy of admiration. His hands are big with long, skilled fingers capable of playing a perfect concerto or navigating a winding road through the Swiss Alps, white knuckled on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. 

My breasts rise and fall in short breaths as he runs his fingers over my hair. He enjoys it when I pin it up tight so he alone has the privilege of releasing it to fall in black waves around my shoulders. A tug at the nape of my neck and I realize that I’ve closed my eyes without meaning to. I open them to find his cock wavering in front of me. It’s thick, veined and capable of choking me when he wants it to.

He pulls my hair to let me know what he wants. I reach up to grasp his phallus in my hand, my fingers hardly able to wrap around it. I flick my tongue over the moist tip and then open my mouth to suck him. His thigh is steel as I cling to it to steady myself. I stroke my fingers towards my lips, meeting somewhere in the middle. His cock slides over my tongue and he makes a little sound when I play with his balls. I cradle them in the palm of my hand and tickle behind them, humming low around his width. His cock twitches in my mouth in response as his balls tighten. I release the shaft and grasp his hips as he wraps my hair around his hand and pulls. He lengthens his strokes, drawing his dick out farther and shoving it in deeper until he’s fucking my face. I give a deep moan as he picks up the pace, rocking his hips back and forth until he gasps and drives his cock all the way in with soft groan. His cock pulses as he comes and I swallow every drop eagerly.

He lets go of my hair and tilts my chin up so I am looking at his face. “To the bed,” he demands. His face is stern and his eyes undeniable.

I rise to my feet for him to unlatch the hooks on my corset. He frees my breasts, weighing them in each hand before tugging at the nipples. My mouth falls open at the little sparks of delicious pain. He hooks a finger into the ring dangling from my neck to pull me towards his enormous bed with red sheets and pristine white pillows. Again, I’m coaxed to my knees, only this time on the cushion of his mattress as he squeezes my large breasts, just over a handful each for him, and bites first one nipple, then the other, pulling the areola into his mouth to suck. My pussy clenches on nothing as his thumb roams a loose circle around my other nipple, keeping it pebble-hard. I exhale softly as his lips and tongue drift lower, abandoning my tits to kiss over my navel. His hand slips under my panties and savagely rips them away from my body. He pushes a finger inside my throbbing hole and I press into it, wanting it to fill me more. Instead he teases, withdrawing to focus on the outside.

I moan as he works my clit in tighter and tighter circles, and my thighs shake. 

He kisses my cunt. “Lie down,” he says. 

I nod and move to the head of the bed. Together, we shove the pillows off for me to lie flat on my back. He crawls up the length of my body, his shoulders broad and his biceps flexed to support his weight. He kisses my lips and his fingers find my pussy again to slide inside me. He tilts his angle of entry at the wrist, the tips of his fingers easily finding my g-spot. I clutch at the sheets and moan loudly. He slides down to my breasts to nip and kisses a trail to my hip, brushing his tongue over my skin. A shiver rushes down my spine as my cunt tightens around his fingers. I scream and clutch at the sheets. He dives straight in to eating me, shoving himself between my legs with his shoulders pressed up against the backs of my thighs. I whimper and jerk as he sucks my clit, rubbing his tongue under the sensitive spot. His tongue lashes over my hole and back beneath my clit again as I come once more. I want him so badly inside me. My pussy, still tight from orgasm, aches to be stuffed with his thick cock.

“Fuck me,” I beg breathlessly. “Fuck me hard.”

I feel him grin against my pussy before he pushes his shoulders ahead of my thighs. My legs fall to his waist as he looms over me. He rubs the head of his cock against my slick opening and bows his head to kiss me. I can taste myself in his mouth and I bite down on his lip as he thrusts inside me with a deep groan. I moan through my nose and in his mouth before breaking the kiss to gasp for breath. He’s stretching me around him as he strokes slowly at first. One of his hands locks around my breast and squeezes it as he moves faster. He’s got a roll to his hips that slides his cock in and out in just the right way. I’m already close to coming again. My clit zings with pleasure each time he crashes into me. He kisses my neck and then bites skin. I grit my teeth and dig my nails into the backs of his arms as I crest the next wave of orgasm. 

“Not yet,” he rumbles in my ear, slowing his pace. 

Why not now? Haven’t I already come? But the intensity builds inside me as he pistons his hips. Gradually, he increases his speed and, once again, I cry out and scratch my nails down his back, my pussy contracting around him. He saws in and out of me in short strokes and it frustrates me. I try to pull him in deeper. I want him to fill me all the way and fuck me hard, like a jackhammer until my face is numb and my legs are jelly.

“Please,” I implore, unashamed of the desperation in my voice. 

He lifts his head from my neck to look at me. “Please, what?” A little smirk plays on his lips. 

“I want you in me,” I whine. “I need all of you to fill me. Please.”

He indulges my desires and shoves deep inside to the end of me and I scream at the blast of pleasure. He lowers himself to his elbows to grip me behind the shoulders. I know the move. I bite my lip and pull on my own nipples as he rocks me hard enough to make my tits jiggle under my hands. Harder. Faster. I hum through my nose louder and higher until I call out.

“Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God! Fuck! I’m coming…”

He growls in my ear and stabs in me with long, quick strokes before he crushes his hips into mine. I drag my nails down his back and moan. He joins me as his cock pulses inside me. He drops his head to my shoulder, our hearts pounding in unison, both of us gasping for air.

I know he will be gone by sunrise, a fresh pot of gourmet coffee, bagels and a sweet note to ask me ahead of time. The calendar is marked with a question mark. Will I?

I smile. Only time will tell.

Look for Annice’s next short story in July 2012!

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~ Annice Sands ~

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Guest Author - Tiffany Reisz

Everything Erotic – Excerpt from THE SIREN by Tiffany Reisz

In this excerpt from chapter twenty-three, Zach (an uptight British editor of literary fiction) and Nora (a wild child erotica writer with a dark secret) have just left New York City’s most infamous underground S&M club where Nora is treated like a Queen. She’s not Nora the Writer anymore. She’s Mistress Nora, the top Domme of the Underground. Although drawn to some of the erotic decadence on display at the club, Zach was horrified to learn of Nora’s past sitting at the feet and chained to the bed of Søren, the most notorious sadist in the Underground by night and a man of the cloth by day.

Everything Erotic – Excerpt from THE SIREN by Tiffany Reisz 

In this excerpt from chapter twenty-three, Zach (an uptight British editor of literary fiction) and Nora (a wild child erotica writer with a dark secret) have just left New York City’s most infamous underground S&M club where Nora is treated like a Queen. She’s not Nora the Writer anymore. She’s Mistress Nora, the top Domme of the Underground. Although drawn to some of the erotic decadence on display at the club, Zach was horrified to learn of Nora’s past sitting at the feet and chained to the bed of Søren, the most notorious sadist in the Underground by night and a man of the cloth by day.

“Is that the key to the Aston Martin?” Zach raised an eyebrow.

“It is. Forgive me for Søren?” she asked dangling the key.

Zach took the key ring from her hand. “I'll forgive you for anything.”

“I'm going to hold you to that, Zach.”

Zach slipped in the driver's seat while Nora entered on the passenger side.

“You can drive a stick shift, can't you?”

“Of course. Just haven't ever done it on the right side of the road,” Zach said and winked at her.

 Zach started the car and felt the engine's gentle vibrations run through his body.

 “Now behave yourself,” Nora said. “I've got a friend on the force, but he says he's fixed all the speeding tickets he can for me.”

 “If I get a ticket in an Aston Martin, I plan to frame it and put it on my desk.” And with that Zach gunned the engine and spun out of the parking garage.

 “So what did Søren say to you tonight?” Nora asked. Zach looked at her. She sounded a little too casual.

 “He did more showing than telling.”

 “I suppose you approved of that. What did you think of my room?”

 “I think you should clean it a little more often,” Zach said pulling the white garter from his pocket and tossing it at Nora. “Yours?”

Nora laughed as she played with the delicate piece of lace.

“I see Sheridan left me a souvenir. Naughty little slut. Too bad she’s engaged now or we could have a threesome with her.”

Zach's groin tightened a little at the erotic tone in Nora's voice. He hated what a stereotypical male he was when it came to the thought of two beautiful women together.

Zach was silent for few moments as he worked up his courage.

“Nora, talking with Griffin this evening-”

“Oh, God, Griffin. He’s the reason gags were invented. What did he say?”

“He told me about what it was like when you and Søren were together. About what he did to you. Why did you stay with him so long?”

Nora only laughed. 

“Zach, there’s an alley up here on the left. Pull in and park. I want to show you something.”

Nervously Zach obeyed. He turned the car off and looked at Nora. She unbuckled her seat belt and before Zach could react, she had reached across him, reclined his seat, and straddled his lap. She ran her hand down his chest and unzipped his pants. Zach inhaled sharply as she took him in her hand.

“I’m flattered.” She grinned at him through the dark. “Is this for me or the car?”

“Nora, I told you-”

Nora ran her fingers up and down him so possessively he panted.

“Pay attention, Zach. I’m only going to say this once.” Bending close, she bit him lightly on his neck. She kissed a path from his throat to his ear as she stroked him with knowing fingers. “I know you want to fuck me. And I know you wish you didn’t  So how about we compromise and you can sit here and say ‘No, Nora,‘ ‘Don’t, Nora,‘ ‘Stop, Nora‘ and I’ll ignore all those protests and slide right down on your cock anyway? And I’ll do it because ‘no‘ and ‘don’t‘ and ‘stop‘ aren’t your safe word. So you can finally get fucked and still sleep like a baby in your big lonely bed tonight feeling all clean and shiny and virginal because, after all, you did say ‘no‘ and that awful Nora Sutherlin just wouldn’t listen.”

Zach swallowed hard. He remembered his safe word, knew all he had to do was say it and Nora would stop touching him. He didn’t say it. Nora let go of him and grabbed his wrist. She brought his hand between her legs and pushed his thumb and forefinger into her. She was so warm inside Zach almost groaned aloud.

“I’m wet,” Nora said. “And you’re hard. I’ve got an IUD, no STDs, and nowhere I have to be for the rest of my life. I know exactly what Griffin told you Søren used to do to me. I was there after all. So yeah, maybe I did beg Søren to stop beating me, maybe I did scream when he caned me, maybe I did cry out when he slapped me, and maybe I did beg him to not share me with King, maybe I did lay underneath him and cry while he fucked me in the middle of a room full of people, or yanked a fistful of my hair and forced me to go down on him at that very table we were sitting at half an hour ago. But I never said my safe word, the one thing I could have done to stop it. And I’ll give you one guess why I didn’t stop it.”

Unable to stop himself, Zach pushed into her a little deeper, spread his fingers apart a little wider. Nora inhaled, her breath caught in the back of her throat. Zach’s free hand held her thigh where her stocking met her bare flesh. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this painfully aroused.

Zach met Nora’s eyes.

“You didn’t want to stop it,” he said.

Nora nodded her approval at him. “You can be taught. Zach, I was never Søren’s victim. We were lovers, we were equals, and what we did together was a game we were both very good at playing. Some nights he would make me orgasm so hard my lower back would hurt the next day. When’s the last time you felt something that good?”

“On the floor of your office,” Zach admitted.

Nora’s eyes glowed bright black in the dark of the car. “You know, you’re the second man tonight who’s had his fingers inside me. Does that bother you?”

Zach recalled Nora’s flushed face when she raced from the elevator once Søren finally let her go. She was so wet that he could hear it as he turned his hand.

“No.”

“There’s hope for you yet, Zachary Easton.” Nora leaned in again and put her mouth at his ear. Her breasts pressed close to his face. “I still remember what you taste like.”

Every nerve in his body fired at once.

Nora turned her head so her ear was now at his mouth.

“I’m still waiting to hear that safe word,” she taunted. Zach didn’t answer. A tendril of her hair brushed his cheek. He didn’t speak; he wanted her to do exactly what she threatened. More than anything he wanted to have sex with the world’s most erotic woman in the world’s most erotic car in a dank, dirty New York City alley where anyone who wanted to could stop and watch.

Nora met his eyes again. Zach pulled his fingers out of her and waited. She lowered herself until the tip of his arousal pressed lightly against her wet outer lips. He started to lift his hips, to press into her. Then he heard a click as Nora opened the driver’s side door and she stepped out. The cool night air rushed in and Zach struggled to button his jeans back up over his straining erection.

“Better let me take over,” Nora said. “You don’t need to be driving my baby in your condition.”

Zach took a few calming breaths before exiting the car. He walked around slowly to the passenger side and got in. Nora dropped into the driver’s side and turned the engine on.

 “You okay?” Nora asked as she backed onto the street and headed toward his apartment building.

 “Haven’t decided yet.”

 Nora turned onto his street.

 “I’m just following your rules. No fucking until the book’s done. I guess I should hurry up and get that book finished”

 Zach rubbed his face, breathed through his hands. “Please do.”

 “Better give me my homework then. If we're going to play again, I guess I've got to get some work done this week. And for some reason I get the feeling you may want to play again.”

 Zach could still feel her heat on his hand. He could hardly think or speak and she was talking about the book.

“I’ll email you tomorrow morning...when I’m lucid.”

“Lucidity’s vastly overrated. I shall await your email with bated breath.” Nora pulled in front of his building.

Zach opened the door and stepped out. Once exposed to the cold night air his senses finally returned to him. He walked around to the driver’s side and Nora rolled the window down.

“What was that you said to Søren tonight right before we left? It sounded like Italian,” Zach asked, curious about their cryptic exchange ever since he witnessed it.

“Cloro al clero,—It's pretty common graffiti around the Vatican. It means ‘poison the clergy.’”

 Zach laughed appreciatively. He could agree with the sentiment.

 “Are you ever going to tell me what you were doing when you disappeared for over an hour tonight?” he asked.

 “Nope.”

 “Are you at least going to tell me if it was fun?”

 Nora looked at him and didn't smile. But there was dark mirth shining in her eyes like she knew a great joke that she wanted to tell him.

 “I'll tell you this...I didn't have sex with a man. And it was so fun it oughta be illegal.” Zach took a step back as she revved up the engine. She rolled up the window.

 Then she was gone.

Blurbs and Praise for THE SIREN 

"Tiffany Reisz is a smart, artful, and masterful new voice in erotic fiction! An erotica star on the rise!"

Award-winning author Lacey Alexander

“Tiffany Reisz's The Original Sinners series is painful, prideful, brilliant, beautiful, hopeful, and heart-breaking. And that's just the first hundred pages.”

Courtney Milan, New York Times Bestselling Author of The Duchess War

“A beautiful, lyrical story... The Siren is about love lost and found, the choices that make us who we are...and above all, finding our way home. I can only hope that Ms. Reisz pens a sequel!"

Bestselling author Jo Davis

"Dazzling, devastating and sinfully erotic, Reisz writes unforgettable characters you'll either want to know or want to be. The Siren is an alluring book-within-a-book, a story that will leave you breathless and bruised, aching for another chapter with Nora Sutherlin and her men."

Miranda Baker, author of Bottoms Up and Soloplay

The Original Sinners series certainly lives up to its name: it's mindbendingly original and crammed with more sin than you can shake a hot poker at. I haven't read a book this dangerous and subversive since Chuck Palahniuk's Fight Club. The most shocking thing, however, is how much you'll feel for the characters. If your heart doesn't break at least ten times over the course of The Siren, check yourself into a morgue."

Andrew Shaffer, author, Great Philosophers Who Failed at Love

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