Sunday, April 29, 2012

Laurie Sorensen Guest Blog

Laurie Sorensen joins us today to share a little about herself, as well as introduce us to her new release, The Pirate Princess. I personally love the premise and am looking forward to reading it.

Do you prefer your heroes/heroines to be perfect or flawed?
I actually prefer my heroes/heroines to be flawed, no one is perfect and even if romance books are fictional, they shouldn't be made to appear that way. People like to think that they could be friends with the characters in the books they read, for me it would be difficult to be friends with a perfectly unflawed person, so yes, they have flaws.

Would you date your hero if he was a real person? Why or why not?
I wouldn't be allowed to date my hero...LOL, he's a Prince, and of course there is some etiquette about a prince dating a non-royal person. But, that aside, yes I would date him...I mean who wouldn't want to date him, he's blonde, he's built and his eyes are to die for. On top of that, his good looks aren't the whole package, he has a tender heart.

What sort of environment do you write in? Totally silent? TV in background? Playlist?
The environment I work in is best described as chaotic. I write whenever I sit down to use my computer. I have my email on one screen, Facebook on another screen, and my word document up at all times. I check messages, then I go back to writing. Sometimes the TV is on, but that's mainly just for some background noise. If I am home alone, I have music on it, streaming through my Dish Network Sirius channels. I have tried to write in the quiet, and it really is impossible for me to do noise in the background helps me think better.

How do you feel when people you know/meet find out you write erotica? 
The Pirate Princess is my first erotic/erotica type story, and my family and friends know about it. I'm not sure what my feelings are about it yet. They haven't read anything beyond the excerpt as yet, once they have read it, I'll know more about how I feel about it.

In three words, describe your favorite scene in this book.
Three words about my favorite scene, Well let's see - Tantalizing, Exciting, Thrilling

What does a princess do when she doesn’t want a prince? She escapes the prince's grasp, mere hours before he is to win her hand and she becomes a pirate. Travel the open seas with Princess Alvilda as she captains the Cryatus in the 14th century. She and her band of female pirates terrorize the Danish people while keeping just out of reach of the one person she wished to escape, Prince Alf. When he captures her ship and discovers her true identity, will he also capture her icy heart? 

The princess glanced over her shoulder again and imagined her mother still watching from her window.  Once more she touched her heart, grasped it and threw it in the direction of the castle.  She’d made good her escape.  She would be her own woman. She would answer to no one, but she would certainly miss her mother.
Will Alf be angry when he finds me gone?  No matter, I’m sure he will quickly get over the loss of me.
“We are well on our way, so keep watch and wake me only if there is no other choice.”  Alvilda slipped below decks and found her father’s cabin. Shutting the door, she collapsed on the berth.  Before long the heat of the enclosed space had her taking everything she wore off.  Confident they would not be followed for some time, Alvilda smiled as she lay on the bed and stretched her naked body over the roughhewn wool cover upon the bed.  He certainly was a handsome man, far more handsome than I remember. “Just stop it, he isn’t meant for you, no one is,” she said as she turned over onto her stomach and fell asleep.
His hands caressed her skin, lightly skimming over her back and across her buttocks then down the backs of her legs.  Alvilda arched her back; when she did her legs slightly spread open, giving him easier access to the treasure covered in golden curls. One hand slid between her legs and delved into the curls finding her most private parts, the hard little nub hidden from the world. Stroking that tiny button elicited a small moan in the back of her throat.  Encouraged, he rubbed harder and Alvilda drew her legs up, bringing herself onto her knees. 

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Friday, April 20, 2012

Jorja Lovett Interview

Jorja Lovett is on my blog today to discuss her upcoming release.

Do you prefer your heroes/heroines to be perfect or flawed?
I definitely like my characters to have flaws, it makes them more loveable. In Into the Wild, Smith Masterson is a total commitment-phobe when it comes to relationships and Laurie Sommers is a chocoholic hermit lol
 Would you date your hero if he was a real person? Why or why not?
Totally! As well as looking hot in a Stetson, Smith is an honourable man who just wants to do the right thing by everyone. When he lets himself relax, he also has a wicked sense of humour which I find irresistible in a man.
What sort of environment do you write in? Totally silent? TV in background? Playlist?
I probably should write in total silence because I’m so easily distracted but I usually write in my bedroom with the TV on in the background.
How do you feel when people you know/meet find out you write erotica?
I confess, apart from my OH there aren’t very many people who actually know about my erotic writing. He’s the only one who knows what a hornball I actually am ;)
In three words, describe your favorite scene in this book
Smith in handcuffs.

After another doomed relationship, Laurie Sommers cocoons herself in the 'living ghost town' of Coyote Creek. But the arrival of Smith Masterson, her unrequited teenage love, torpedoes her cozy spinsterhood, setting her ablaze with a burning desire she believed long gone. 
A Texas Ranger through and through, there's no room for a relationship in Smith's life - not at eighteen and certainly not now, when he's investigating a robbery and the subsequent shooting of the Captain. Persuading Laurie to fake a relationship to keep his cover is the easy part; the hard part is restraining himself around her.


“Did you know Smithy’s packing heat?” David jerked his head in the direction of her love interest, presumably in an attempt to divert her attention from his flirting.
            Laurie’s eyes were bright as Smith opened his jacket to accommodate her, indulging in a leisurely perusal of his built bod.
Only when she had wandered over the muscular landscape of his thighs, did she get the joke. Slung low from his hip was a black holster complete with replica pistol.
“Apparently I can’t be trusted with the real thing.” Amusement danced in those chocolate irises, whether at her noticeable fascination with the heat between his legs or the pretend gun, she wasn’t certain.
“These guys are trained, professional in what they do. They can’t have every Tom, Dick or Harry running about shooting all and sundry.” Laurie respected Buster’s rules and expected Smith to do so.
“And which am I?” He let the coat fall closed, and she realized she was still staring at his nether regions. It was as well they hadn’t put him in a pair of leather chaps or she would never have torn her eyes away.
“Tom?” He stepped closer.                                           
“Harry?” Another step.
“Or Dick?”                                                                 
She licked her scarlet lips, the shadow of his Stetson falling over her cleavage. Yep, he knew what she had been staring at.
“Places, everyone!” Camille rapped the bar to garner attention.
“Where do we go?” Smith’s arm curled around her cinched waist.
“The fight scene usually starts over a card game, so we need to blend into the background. There’s a perfect view from the balcony if you want to see what’s going on.”
Laurie tried to focus on playing her part and not the possessive hold of the handsome gunslinger at her side.            Taking up position at the top of the staircase, they had a clear view of proceedings. Visitors crowded around to watch the drama unfolding between Wes and Buster, the dapper conman and the gnarly cowhand. Smith leaned over the balcony rail as the gamblers set up the card school below.
“How much?” he said without turning around.
“Excuse me?” She had a feeling she knew where he was going with this, but he didn’t sound as though he was joking.
“How much for an hour in there?” He indicated the bedrooms with a nod of his head.
“Oh no, us saloon girls are here for company only. We talk, we dance, we get you to buy drinks, but we don’t do that, sir.” If he was letting loose and getting into character then she was happy to play her part.
“No? The men of the old west respect that?”
“They do unless they want to enrage the barkeep.” She could imagine Wes’s reaction to her being propositioned on his premises.
“I think I’ll take my chances.” Laurie let out a squeal when he lifted her off her feet. Throwing her over his shoulder, legs and petticoats flying, he bundled her into the room.
“Sir, I think the establishment down the road would be more suitable to your needs,” she said, half-heartedly fending off the advances of the dashing stranger.
“I’ve got everything I need right here, darlin’.” His mouth ravaged hers, and the hard, passionate kisses were every bit as much of a turn on as the soft, lingering ones she had gotten used to. Hoisting her by the rump, he pulled her close until his hardness pressed into her belly. His lips and tongue pursued heedlessly, leaving her stunned by the sudden turnaround in the chase.
            Minimum effort was required to free her from the restrictive corset. A quick tug poured her breasts into his greedy hands, and his insatiable tongue relocated to attend her rosy tips. “You’re beautiful.”
She wasn’t sure what the catalyst had been to change his mind, but she wasn’t about to question his sudden horniness. Her skin was on fire with every lick; it cooled with the breath of his reverent words. The contrasting sensations had her spinning, the earth moving beneath her.
Lifting her onto the dresser, he pushed the cracked porcelain jug and basin to one side. He pulled her to the edge and wrenched her thighs apart. A deft hand snaked along her silk-clad leg and paused at the frilly red garter.
“What’s this?” He stepped back for a closer inspection, and whistled. “I think we’ll leave that there for the time being.”
“Why, is it turning you on?”
He grabbed her hand and rubbed it along his crotch, the rigid expanse answering her question. “What do you think?” 
Had Smith finally decided to give in to wild abandon? She certainly hoped so.
            As if reading her mind, he ripped her panties off in one, swift movement. She reached for him and stroked his hard bulge begging for release. This time he made no attempt to stop her.
            His silver belt buckle wasn’t so co-operative, and she struggled to open it. “Do you really need to wear this darn thing? It doesn’t make it easy for a girl to get in there, you know.”
With practiced movements, he released the catch and whipped it out of his waistband. “Better?”
The green light had her popping the buttons of his fly open, his firm length nudging her. The slight contact through the cotton of his boxer briefs caused him to gasp. Desperate to see all of him, she pulled him free, his long, thick cock springing proudly from a mass of black curls. Slick in preparation, she anticipated its courtship.
The distant sound of shouting and tables being overturned briefly stalled her. Smith’s cock jerked, impatient for tending. In compliance, she encircled him with her hand, grasping firmly. He planted his hands on the dresser and braced himself.
With the building friction along his shaft, he moaned and thrust. She cupped his sac, massaging until his tip glistened with the promise of what was to come.

Into the Wild is available through Evernight Publishing

You can find Jorja on Twitter: @jorjalovett

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Nichole Severn Interview

First of all, let me apologize for my lack of updates for a while. My family was hit by the vicious stomach bug and we are just now recovering.

Onward to Nichole's interview:

Do you prefer your heroes/heroines to be perfect or flawed?

I think every character has to have at least one flaw. In my opinion, flaws make characters real for me. They can be small, like a nervous laugh or tick, or larger, such as being unable to commit. Either way, I strive make sure readers can relate to my characters and the only way to do that, is the make them human.

Would you date your hero if he was a real person? Why or why not?

Mmmm...I’d definitely date the hero of White Trash Beautiful (if I wasn’t married). I constructed him after Dwayne Johnson :) Great smile, devoted, oh, yeah, and the rock-hard body.

What sort of environment do you write in? Totally silent? TV in background? Playlist?

All of the above! Depends on the time of day mostly and what type of writing I’m doing. For first drafts, I use playlists as background and inspiration. Revisions, editing and academic papers call for total silence, but the TV is always on in the background to please my husband.

How do you feel when people you know/meet find out you write erotica?

This is my first published romance, with a heat level 2, so I flat out told my in-laws not to read it. I have yet to find out what people think since it’s only been out for a couple days, but I’m nervous to see what they say when it comes to that last chapter.

In three words, describe your favorite scene in this book.

Suspenseful. Emotional. Sensual.

Blurb for White Trash Beautiful

Trey Aston is hiding from the mob.

Desperate to save life, she sells her body in order to make the monthly payments her father owes the mob, but when Trey discovers he hasn’t been making the payments, she’s forced to turn to the one man she hoped never to see again for help.

Deputy Luke Johnson refuses to acknowledge his high school sweetheart is a prostitute and is determined to make Trey see it for herself. Until she starts treating him as a client. His ability to know right from wrong is challenged and he isn’t the only one who’s noticed. The force doesn’t have his back where Trey is concerned, leaving him to fight against them for a criminal.

The Camino Family is out to make her pay, but what really has Trey on edge is the fact she’s fallen for the deputy who wants her behind bars.

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Friday, April 13, 2012

Tory Michaels Guest Blog

Today I have Tory Michaels on my blog to discuss vampires and her new release. As a fellow vampire writer myself, I asked her to write something about the idea of vampires through time. 

How Have Vampires Changed Over the Ages

First off, before I launch into this, since we all know the juggernaut that is Twilight cannot be ignored in a post about how vamps have changed, please be advised that I despised the one book I forced myself to get through, and thus I’m likely to be less than warm and fuzzy as to what Ms. Meyers did to her vamps.

Okay, friendly warning done.

I grew up watching vampire movies and TV shows (Dracula: the Series – still love it, even if it’s incredibly campy and only lasted a season, look it up, Dark Shadows – the 60s/70’s show, the 90’s reboot, NOT the monstrosity currently about to be released which is a joke on the Dark Shadows legacy, True Blood, and Vampire Diaries to name just a few). There has definitely been a shift in the past 20+ years as to how we view them. You have the heavy hitters who have definitely moved us toward that (Anne Rice, I’m looking at you), and the writers who have turned them into figures of ridicule (how many people HAVEN’T laughed at Sparkly Edward – c’mon, even if you like the books, how can you not laugh at the CGIness of diamond Edward?). Needless to say, many people no longer view them as evil, death-dealing, blood-sucking to death, creatures of the night.

Going back to the early 30’s – you have the movie Dracula with Bela Lugosi. Creepy, scary movie, yet there was something seductive about him. Look at the wives (both in the book and the many movies), the way he draws in both Lucy and Mina in their own ways, et cetera. He was of the “evil but sexy” variety. This image got upheld by the great Christopher Lee (aka Count Dooku as a more recent role).

Then, following the 60’s and 70’s with Lee as Dracula, out comes Interview With a Vampire and its sequels, followed by the (IMO mistaken) casting of Tom Cruise as Lestat. Suddenly, vampires became sexy. Lestat, then Dracula 2000 (Gerard Butler, wowser), and so many other incarnations. Books too changed drastically. Far from being angsty or soul(blood)-sucking evil creatures, suddenly they could love and be loved and after hundreds of years alone find their “one true love”.

Now, to some degree this is fabulous. Who wouldn’t want to know that, after hundreds of years, one guy settles on you?! And he’s hot, with lots of experience in the sex department, and likes some serious necking. But then, for me, some of the appeal is lost simply because it’s the (ultimate) April/November romance. There’s something squicky about it, at least for the ancient vamp who converts the innocent young maiden forever after (Christine Feehan, I’m looking at you most specifically) and she will forever be his.

Now this trope, to some degree, I use in my books. Anthony is over a thousand years older than Dara (Blood Rage), and Jordan has a good 7 centuries on Chris (Blood-Mage Rising). Where the difference (and significant squick reduction) for me comes from is the fact that it is not upon their conversion that these lovers get together (ultimately). No, in both cases, both women have been vampires and successful (and somewhat happy with life) without a man (a permanent one anyway) for more than two centuries. They’ve got a great deal of experience, which goes a long way in balancing the scales. (You know I had to do a little promo, right?)

Back to the most recent phenomenon, the YA vampires including the cannot-be-overlooked Twilight Series. Stephanie Meyer probably did one of the most unique (albeit IMO ridiculous) twists on the old “why vampires can’t go out in daylight) by making her vampires sparkle. Now, not only are they young, hot and ageless, now they’ve been attacked by GLITTER GUNS! She does a great combination of the stress between vamp and shifter, has good (er, vegetarian) vamps vs. evil vamps. So, whether you like her style or not, she certainly created a remarkable phenomenon with one decidedly unique twist on the tried and true.

And of course, you can’t overlook the vampires of Alyssa Day in her Atlantis series, the awesomeness that is Eric Northman and Sookie. I understand the Vampire Diaries (tv & book versions) are wonderful too.  The sheer variety of vampires available via television, movie and books today are mind boggling. It’s a great time (though incredibly competitive) to write and read about vampires. I wouldn’t trade it for another time, personally!

Thanks for having me, Isabella.

Twitter: @torymichaels

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For eighty years since the Great Awakening, humans and non-humans have lived in relative peace together. The peace is threatened when three bodies turn up less than a mile from the Bureau of Non-Human Affairs in Tampa, all bearing the signature of vampires who once terrorized Europe.

The Bureau’s chief liaison to the vampires, Dara MacKechnie, learns that the Tampa victims are not alone when her ex-lover, and head of the vampire’s Great Council, Anthony Caldwell comes calling.

The pair discovers the lie that separated them two centuries ago only banked their passion, not extinguished it. Dara must decide whether she can trust Anthony with her heart a second time as they try to head off the war that threatens all they hold dear.

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     In the eighty years since the Great Awakening, humans and non-humans have lived side by side, relatively at peace.  In an attack that leaves his wife dead, Jordan MacNaught is caught up in the start of a war meant to turn the other races against the vampires. He knows beyond a doubt the vampires of yesteryear are not involved in the attacks. They're all dead, except for him.

     Jordan asks for Chris Javert's help in hunting those who murdered his wife. She's no stranger to hunting vampires. After all, she nearly destroyed Jordan when she ended the reign of his Aristocrats in Europe two hundred years ago.

     Despite doubts about Jordan’s innocence, Chris joins forces with him, the man who once tried to kill her, to save the inter-species pace from the new Aristocrats before war consumes them all.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Kassanna guest blog

 Today I have Kassanna on my blog sharing her newest release! If you are interested, you can find the links to buy at the end of the post.
Club Lexx, 2

Alexandra "Lex" Lexington is on the run. She thought she could handle the stalker that dogged her every step. Realizing how wrong she was, she sought the protection of her brother, John. New problems arise, namely John's sexy security specialist, Adam Manchester. Buried desire for the infuriating man have risen to the surface and Lex institutes a plan of seduction that he'll never see coming.

But her stalker has found her again with deadly intentions.

Adam Manchester handles John's security for the Lexington Corp. He and John have been friends since childhood, and he knows the family well. Lex, she's special, and not just to her brothers, but to him. Just not in a brotherly fashion. Now John is asking him to look after her while he's away on business. Adam's problem—how does he watch the woman that he desires to possess without acting on those long denied feelings?

Be Warned: anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition.

"Gotcha." Thick arms grabbed her by the middle from behind, pulling her away from the edge.

Lex didn't think about it, she reacted. Her boot came down hard on the in-step of the foot next to hers. She was abruptly let go and took a step forward turning on the ball of her feet before she tumbled over the edge of the loading bay. She slipped to the side and out of the reach of the unknown person, drew herself to her full height, dropping her arms and forming fists in anticipation, ready to counter another attack.

She looked right into the cool brown eyes of Adam.

"What the hell was that for?" Adam yelled, stretching out his leg and rotating his foot.

"I didn't know who was behind me. You could have been a damn stalker for all I knew. You should've said something." She relaxed her shoulders and hands.

"That wouldn't have been a problem if you'd stayed in the damn club." He took a menacing step toward her.

"Funny last I checked John was gone and my daddy was dead. Sorry but your opinion doesn't count." Lex held her ground and raised her chin.

"I think that's part of your problem. J.L. should have spanked you as a child. Instead he let you run around wild thinking you could do anything without any fear of the consequences." Adam moved closer.

"Spankings? Are you kidding? I feel sorry for any kid you have. As for daddy, let's leave him out of this. As I see it, right now you're not quite measuring up to the man." Her heart pounded in her chest and the breeze whipping through the loading dock chilled her damp skin.

"You always did have a sharp tongue. Maybe it's time someone to taught you a lesson." Adam was in her space so close she could see the pulsing vein at the side of his neck.

"Really. You and what army?" Lex looked up at him meeting his gaze and cocked an arched brow.

She knew she'd gone too far when she felt the pinch of Adams fingers on her sides. The wind ruffled her hair, pushing the short tresses into her face as he walked her backwards the few steps to pin her against the wall. He leaned in, and rested his forearms against the concrete block on either side of her head. His pushed a hard thigh between her legs forcing her to separate them. She lifted her eyes and met his. Her breathing was coming in short pants and her heart played racquet ball with her ribs.

She had only ever dreamed he would get this close to her. Lex bit down on the inside of her cheek, flinching from the pain. Not a dream. She went on the offensive.

Closing her eyes and grabbing his face, she pulled his head down as she rose up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. She licked at his lips and slid her hands around his neck, one hand rubbing the silky hairs at the back of his head.

She felt his momentary hesitation before he gave into the kiss. On a sigh, his lips parted and she pressed her tongue forward slipping it into his mouth. Darting back and forth, deeper into the warm recesses of his mouth, she tasted the hint of peppermint on his breath before pulling back. She nibbled on his bottom lip with her teeth. Vibrations rumbled in his chest from the groans escaping through his lips and Lex's body reacted to the material that bunched and stretched between them. Her nipples ached as they became sharp points beneath the thin cloth of her bra. Adams hands moved to grip her shoulders and she felt his fingertips digging into her soft skin through her shirt. He wedged his hard thigh against her pussy levering her higher, pushing the seam of her pants and panties between the damp recess of her nether-lips.

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Thursday, April 5, 2012

Thursday Titters

Hello! Somehow Tuesday slipped by me, but here I am.

BIG NEWS! The sequel to The Vampire's Bride was just accepted by Evernight Publishing. It has a projected release month of June. I am thrilled and cannot wait to get my edits and cover art. 

Updated blog tour for The Vampire's Bride (each one will offer a giveaway for a copy of the book. If you are a lucky winner, I've love it if you would review it once you finish.)

April 24th- Marie Medina
April 25th- Alexandra O'Hurley
April 26th (release day)- Doris O'Connor
April 27th- Allison Grey
April 28th- Raven McAllan
April 29th-Laurie Sorensen
April 30th-Siobhan Muir
May 1st- Alyssa Fox
May 2nd-Stacey Espino
May 4th- Kastil Eavenshade


Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Adonis Devereux Guest Blog and giveaway

Adonis Devereux's Chasing Earth and Flame was released this week by Evernight Publishing. The absolutely hot cover is what first caught my eye. I was excited when Adonis offered to write a guest blog for me. Note that if you comment on this post, you will have a chance to win a free copy!

          "Werewolves? Never thought about them, despite their popularity. Vampires? I've dabbled but never published anything in this vein. I'm not sure why I haven't jumped on these hot sub-genres right now; I just haven't. They seem to be scorching up the hot-selling charts right now, so maybe I should reconsider and write something involving shifters and/or bloodsuckers! 
          Our own fantasy world, Gilalion, where our novels are set, are full of their own unique beings, however, from the horned and technologically-proficient Ausir to the elemental mages known as Lorin. Isabella was kind enough to offer us a spot here in her blog, so I'd like to talk about the Lorin.   
           I'm Adonis Devereux, but sometimes I refer to myself as “we” because I'm just one half of a writing duo. We're a husband and wife writing team living in Japan, and we share not only a similar love of and sense of story but also fifteen years of marriage and six daughters! This is the Mr. half here today. 
           The Lorin of our fantasy world are basically elemental mages, meaning that some Lorin have mastery over certain elemental forces, and others have different spheres of influence. For example, in our latest release, Chasing Earth and Flame, our heroine, Nevia, is mistress of Fire and Earth – hence the title of the book! Her lover, the incredibly sexy and dominant Melenius, is master of Air and Water, and together, they represent all four elements, which makes them the perfect match! Lorin are rare in Gilalion, so when they find one another, they stick together, kind of like foreigners living in a foreign country – like us! But when two Lorin fall in love? 
           Well, let's just say that their passion has a real, palpable effect. Someone's trying to take Nevia away from Melenius? Are you prepared for the cyclone that he's going to call down on you? Somebody trying to hurt Melenius? Are you prepared to be incinerated by Nevia's wrath? That's what Nevia and Melenius are all about – themselves together against the world, ready to fight for each other to the bitter end. And that's just what they have to do. 
            Thanks so much, Isabella, for having us here today! Anybody who wants a free copy of Chasing Earth and Flame, comment below for a chance to win. Also, like our author page on Facebook for access to exclusive content such as maps and recipes, unique to our fantasy world of Gilalion!"

Blurb: Nevia Akara Judal is the daughter of the First House of Nirrion, but though she is both a powerful elemental mage and a cunning political mind, she is her father's property. She is promised to Melenius, the only other noble elementalist in the city, but she is not certain she approves of her father's choice. She has a stronger will than anyone has ever given her credit for, and she is determined to find and keep the love of the only man who can conquer her heart of earth and flame.

 Melenius caught Nevia by the arm and pulled her into a curtained alcove.
“We will be seen,” Nevia whispered.
Melenius shook his head. Cena was due to begin in a few minutes, so he had to work quickly.
“This won’t take long.” He produced the anal plug he had shown her on their honeymoon.
It was Nevia’s turn to shake her head.
“Yes,” Melenius said. He pulled out a vial of scented oil from his small shoulder bag. Nevia’s frosty eyes widened, and he smiled in his airs at her coyness. He poured the oil over the plug, then rubbed it around the head and down its length. “Turn around.”
Nevia did so, but she kept her eyes on her husband. Melenius had never seen anything sexier than his beautiful wife looking over her shoulder with fear and anticipation trembling in her elements as he hitched up her dress. Her fine, white ass was just what he wanted, and his cock hardened. He considered taking her right there, but the sound of music coming from the atrium made him think better of it. The entertainment had arrived. Dinner was imminent, and they would be missed if they were not punctual.
Melenius dabbed a bit of oil on the rosebud of Nevia’s anus and rubbed it around with his thumb. Nevia moaned.
“Quiet!” Melenius’s tone was half serious, half mirthful.
He pressed the tip of the lubricated plug against her ass and slowly applied pressure. He did not at once break her wall, and he was surprised at her body’s unwillingness to allow entry. With a stronger but still gentle push, he felt the pop as the plug slipped into her back passage.
Nevia’s knees buckled, but she did not collapse. The temperature in the alcove plummeted, and though Melenius knew her fires were stoked, she fixed him with an icy glare.
Nevia stood and let her skirts fall back into place. “You dare toy with the ass of an Akara?” She raised her hand to slap Melenius, but he caught her by the wrist.
Melenius lightly bit that wrist as he tweaked her nipple with his other hand. “Now, go be a good girl, and eat your supper.” He opened the curtain and slapped her ass on the way out.
Nevia continued to murder him with her eyes, but her elements betrayed her increasing desire. He sensed her laughter on his winds.
Cena was an elaborate affair, much more so than Melenius would have expected for just a one-night stay in a provincial town. As exotic, half-naked slaves from far-away lands juggled fire sticks before them all, Melenius turned to Judal the Younger.
“I wonder, why all this?” he asked. He popped a fresh, green olive in his mouth.
Nevius, reclined on one elbow, sipped his mulled wine and answered without taking his eyes from the entertainment. “We are returning from a great victory. Though Belamal presses forward, there will be glory for us upon our return to Nirrion. Why not celebrate a little? This is my father’s villa, after all.”
“Fair enough.”
“Enjoy yourself, Firin,” Nevius said. “You and my sister are saviors of the republic.” Nevia’s couch was situated close to his so that their heads would be near each other for conversation. He leaned over and kissed her brow.
Melenius, on the other side of the low table laden with rich food, watched this sibling exchange, knowing that her ass was plugged, that her cunt was probably wet as spring rains.
Nevia betrayed nothing; she could not to her brother, anyway, but neither did her elements. She was cool, collected, and calm. Melenius nodded in her direction, raised his cup in a silent toast to her, and drank its contents. A slave refilled his cup at once. Nevia, playing at human expressions, narrowed her eyes at him. Melenius almost choked on his next drink.
Radish salads and oysters gave way to hot-boiled goose and songbirds with asparagus. Between the appetizers and the main course, clowns had come to re-enact the battle of Vieta. The actor who pantomimed Belamal wore comical armor, and his gold-painted face twisted in all manner of melodramatic expressions.
Nevius ripped hot, juicy meat from the bone with his teeth. “Belamal Triumphant, to be sure.” His mouth was half-full of goose. “Too bad Garalach isn’t here. He could’ve made your job in Vieta easier.”
Melenius felt the instant drop in temperature, and the braziers that burned around them dimmed.
“More wood.” Nevius snapped his fingers at the nearest slave.
Nevia did not look at Melenius. Her eyes were fixed on the small plate she held on her lap. The name of Garalach clearly upset her, and Melenius wanted to go to her, to hold her and remind her of how he had been deceived. He had never stopped loving or wanting Nevia. It had not been his intention to betray her.
But Nevia would not return his glance.
The sun disappeared from the sky, and a cold wind blew through the peristyle and into the atrium.

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