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Winners will be announced on February 22, 2014.

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Dragon Ugly Character Interviews -- Brent & Carissa

My friend and fellow author, Selena Illyria, was kind enough to introduce me to her characters, Brent and Carissa, from her latest book, Dragon Ugly.
Me being me, I just had to find out a bit more about these two...but getting a dragon and wolf shifter to behave in public is worse than trying to herd a hundred angry cats...
I hope you enjoy the adventure as much as I did!
Oh, and as a special treat, Selena has agreed to give away a copy of Dragon Ugly to one person who comments about the interview or excerpt (or both) between now (July 15th) and Wednesday (July 17th)!
The winner will be announced on Friday, July 19th.
Q

The Dragon's Lair is closed for the morning due to the cleaning crew trying to make things spotless for tonight's performance by The Snake. There's already people camped out, waiting in line to get in when the time comes. Getting past the fans had been like running a gauntlet, but the guy at the door had been expecting me.

Louisa directs me to the outdoor patio that's been set up for summer use before turning back to direct two of Brent's friends, Fletch and Tor, on making sure the bar is stocked and that everything is going according to plan. From my set at the table on the patio, I watch Brent and Carissa walk in, holding hands and smiling.

A red flush fills Brent's face and Carissa can't stop giggling. They settle down at my table on the outdoor patio. Selena Illyria trails in after them and takes a seat at the next table, as if determined to distance herself from the characters. She blushes then looks away several times, seeming uncomfortable.

While Brent and Carissa are whispering into each other's ears and shifting their chairs across from me, Se leans over and gestures toward me. "They've been doing the PDA thing all freaking morning. I try and get them to behave and Brent seems to take it as a green light to push the envelope. Carissa doesn't seem to mind too much, but I can tell her patience is wearing thin and she wants to get him home. ASAP."

Ah, a clear indication that this is going to be a quick and dirty (no pun intended) interview if I want to keep from shocking readers with...well, you know.

Once the couple had moved their chairs closer together and settled down, I jumped right into the questions.

Qwillia Rain: I can see you two have other things on your mind, so I promise this won't take long. I look first at Brent then Carissa. Describe your favorite pair of shoes. Why are they your favorite?

Brent: My brand new sneakers. They're so comfortable. Since I'm on my feet so much I need something that's not going to make me feel like I need to tear off my feet just to feel comfortable.

Carissa: My sexy black leather sandals with stiletto heels. I feel so sexy in them even if they are a pain to walk in sometimes.

Qwillia Rain: I look at Brent first. What's your favorite thing about Carissa?

Brent:  I love that she's so supportive of me. That she wants me for me and not --he waggles his eyebrows at Carissa-- 'cause I'm so damn sexy.

Qwillia Rain: I turn to Carissa and grin. What's your favorite thing about Brent?

Carissa: she rolls her eyes at Brent I love that he's so comfortable in his skin and that he loves all of me and that he makes me feel beautiful even when I've had a bad day.

Qwillia Rain: I look at Brent again. What do you like least or scares you about Carissa?

Brent: That I may drive her away if I can't control my dragon fully.

Qwillia Rain: And you Carissa? What do you like least or scares you about Brent?

Carissa: That he might lose interest in me because I might not be as beautiful as some of the women that he encounters on his job.
Brent reached over and squeezed Carissa's hand.

Brent: You're my mate, baby. No one else will ever lift me up, keep me grounded and love me like you do.
Carissa wiped away a tea and sniffled before regaining her composure.

Qwillia Rain: I hide my smile and make sure neither of them notice my quiet sigh..this is why I love romance! Ladies first this time. Carissa, describe what your job is and why you do it.

Carissa: I am part owner of an aromatherapy boutique called Scentify.

Brent: beaming with pride Which is awesome. You should try their relaxation kit. Ah, best night of sleep I've had in weeks, well, not the best. I only sleep well when you're in bed with me. Brent grins widely at Carissa. Anyway, I'm a waiter at Dragon's Lair Pub/Restaurant and an investor in the Velvet Palace Sex Shop.

Across from me, Carissa squirms in her seat as Brent reaches over and caresses her thigh.
An exasperated groan comes from the table behind us. Se leans forward and snaps her fingers a few times.

Selena Illyria: Focus guys!

Qwillia Rain: I fight not to laugh and hurry on to the next question before things get too out of hand. Coffee, tea, soda...?

Brent: Huh? Oh, right, I've had to lower my java intake so I'd say tea.

Carissa: Coffee, can't live without it. No coffee then you'll really see what a werewolf bitch looks like in the morning.

Brent: a nervous chuckle slips free as he nods Yeah, you don't want to see that.

Qwillia Rain: I can see the heat in both Carissa and Brent's eyes and I'm sure there aren't many more questions I'll be getting answers to, so I quickly toss out the next one. What addiction can you not live without?

Brent: Swimming naked. Does that count as an addiction?

Qwillia Rain: I nod. Yep, I would say it does. Carissa stays quiet, so I turn the next question her direction. If your life were a book, what would you prefer the author not tell readers about?

Carissa: her cheeks darkening with a blush Not telling them about my mother's odd notions about my sex life.

A look passed between the couple and a soft thump signaled Se giving up and dropping her head to her table. As if I didn't exist or the world around them had disappeared, Brent and Carissa moved into each other's arms and I closed my notepad. Turning to Se, I patted her on the back. "Don't worry, Se. The hormone levels will drop. Eventually."
She looked at me then glanced at the couple behind us. Her eyes went wide before she turned back. "I need a drink."
From the noises behind me, I had to agree. Then I added, "And chocolate."
Keeping my eyes averted, I followed Se back into The Dragon's Lair and headed for the bar.

Get a better "read" on Brent's and Carissa's antics when you check out their story in Selena Illyria's book, Dragon Ugly from etopia press. 

And don't forget to leave a comment about the interview or excerpt to be entered to win a copy of Dragon Ugly.

Title: Dragon Ugly
Author: Selena Illyria
Publisher: Etopia Press
Series: Dragon New Year, Book 2
ISBN: 9781939194473

Buy it here: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, ARe

Blurb:
Can a dragon shifter give more than just hot sex?
After Brent's New Year's fling with his friends Fletcher and Tor -- and Tor's mate Louisa -- Brent is determined to find his own mate. His dragon wants him to find their mate, too, and if Brent doesn't find a way to locate her soon, his dragon will take matters into his own talons. And that could spell trouble.

Wolf shifter Carissa has no desire to live up to her wild musician mother and artistic father's vision of free love and sex parties. She's buried her sexual desires and focused on building up her aromatherapy store, Scentify, no distractions allowed. Until she meets Brent. The sexy dragon shifter makes her burn with suppressed need. The only problem? His dragon wants Carissa, too. And pursuing the dominant dragon would be playing with fire.

Giving in to his dragon saps Brent of his focus and energy. Things are turning ugly--dragon ugly. How can he bond with his mate when his dragon only wants sex?

Excerpt:

When he took the bud between his teeth and sucked the aching tip into the warm, wetness of his mouth, she moaned aloud. Sweet pleasure cascaded through her as he tugged, nipped, flicked her nipple and the barbell that ran through it. With his free hand he worked her other piercing, rolling the jewelry in its hole and tugging on it. Pain and pleasure melted together in a red hot fire that filled her body. A ball of tension began low in her belly, as her vaginal walls fluttered and clenched and her pulse quickened.

Inarticulate sounds bounced off the walls, echoing back at her with each tug and flick of his tongue. “Goddess, so good. More. Please, harder. Brent, harder,” she growled out, her voice so ragged, she didn’t recognize it.

She felt the wolf surge upward, as raw animal desire filled her body. She needed more contact, more stimulation. Carissa ran one hand down his back and slipped it between their moisture-slickened bodies to push it between her legs. Her fingers delved between her thickened folds to find her clit. She stroked the nub, rubbing it with strong brushes as he continued to stimulate her nipples. Her pleasure increased as she felt the backs of her fingers brush against his erect cock. An idea of how to make this pleasurable for the both of them struck her and she moved her fingers away and tipped her hips closer to him until her pussy pressed against his erection.

She rocked her sex against his penis, trying to stimulate them both. Ribbons of tension slipped outward, filling her belly and wrapping around her growing orgasm. Delicious sensations surged within her as his muffled grunts filled the air. She gasped and moaned as she tried to claw closer to release. The wolf howled within, demanding more from them both. She could feel the shift coming on her. Pain and desire seared along her arms and legs. Her fingernails began to grow in sharp pangs until they’d turned into claws. She reached out and held onto his waist, digging her nails into his skin. The scent of blood mixed with the perfume of water and the bath salts and sweat. Moisture misted her face and neck, and clouded her vision until all she could do was close her eyes against the sting.

Her world view narrowed down to Brent and the pressure that was growing through her body. The shift and tension bounced her chest and coiled in her stomach as she continued to grind against him. Pleasure turned to pain as her nipple became oversensitive, and Brent transferred his attention to the other one. More, faster, harder—she wanted it all. And yet she felt an emptiness in her womb. She wanted to feel that sweet pain as his dick stretched her to accommodate his girth…but now was not the time. For now, nothing mattered but climax.

The cliff approached closer and closer with each move of her hips, until she could feel herself balancing right on the edge.

“Brent,” she sobbed out. Carissa wasn’t sure what else she could do. The aroma of water rushed up her nostrils as the room temperature increased. She felt his hands grip her hips as she rubbed his cock against her folds. Tingles ran up and down her legs, swirling at the base of her back and racing up her spine. The buzz filled her head as she dove deep into the pleasure. She felt the glide of his cock against her clit, increasing the blaze. The flames filled every limb and wrapped around her torso. Her body felt too small to contain the pressure that threatened to burst.

The conflagration burst inside of her, pulling her under. She howled in a long, loud sound that made the walls shudder.

A roar followed her yowl and a wash of warm brushed against her sex. Brent wrapped his arms around her as she quaked against him. Stars burst behind her eyelids as she struggled to breathe. Her mind was filled with a numbed blissful silence. She let out a sob as she rested her head on his shoulder. Carissa could feel his heart pounding against her chest in an echo of her own heart’s rapid pace.

“Goddess, that felt good,” Brent rasped out.

All she could do was silently agree. Carissa couldn’t even pick up her head to nod.

“Looks like we need another bath, or perhaps we can do this again in the shower.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

Carissa wasn’t even sure if she could stand.

Woo Hoo!! It's Release Day!

Yippee Ya-hoo!!

I'm so pleased to announce that the first book in my Poker Posse series is out!

Right now Looking At Rose is now available on Loose Id's website!

It should be available at Amazon, All Romance eBooks, and Barnes & Noble, very soon.

I can't wait to see what you all think of my new book!

Q

Valentine's Day Contest!

Over the weekend I posted two of the recipes I used in my book, An Invitation: Ariel's Pet on the Kinky Ever After blog. Although the book isn't set during Valentine's Day, one of my favorite scenes is, in my opinion, an excellent way to share a sexy Valentine's Day meal.


I'd love to find out what you think of the scene. And to make it more fun, one lucky commenter will win an autographed print copy of An Invitation: Ariel's Pet.

***Adult Content --- Must be 18 or older!***

Dane was sure this would be a true test of his ability to control his body. The scent of her arousal drifted up from her mound, and his cock jerked with interest. He'd been semihard all day, and her greeting at the door hadn't helped. His erection twitched as if it had sniffed out a prime piece of real estate and was ready to buy. Dane forced himself to remain calm as she lifted the bowl to his chin.

She took her time swirling her finger through the contents before she plucked out three or four coated almonds and held them to his lips. The bite of spicy chili mixed with the mellow flavor of honey. He sat straighter on the chair even as his lips closed over her fingers, and his tongue curled over the pads to suck off the warm, sticky coating.

Once he'd licked away every bit of the honey, his hands rose to settle on her hips, but she shook her head at him.

“No, no.” She waggled her finger. “Hands by your sides. No touching without permission.”

Dane slid his hands along the outsides of her thighs, teasing her before he settled them on the edge of the chair near his hips.

Five more times she served the deliciously spicy almonds. Each time her fingers set the nuts on his tongue, he took his time cleaning any residual honey from her fingertips.

Ariel leaned down and pressed her lips against Dane's, lapping up the little bit of flavor and stickiness clinging to his lips. Before he could deepen the caress, she eased away, set the almonds down, and covered them before selecting the next dish.

He watched her uncover it and pick up a small white roll similar to an unfried egg roll. She then dipped it into a tiny dish in the middle of the platter. Holding his gaze, she lifted it to her lips and bit down. His mouth watered at the crunch of fresh vegetables and the pungent scent of shrimp. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was fresh spring rolls. It didn't matter if they had shrimp in them. The ache of his cock surpassed his growling stomach with every second he watched her eat the savory treat.

She dipped the roll again, then lifted it to her lips, but this time she took too long to reach her mouth and some of the sauce dripped onto her chin and breasts.

Still astride his lap, she leaned close. Her expression was innocent, but her breasts were a sinful temptation. He sniffed as he dropped his chin and lapped the golden fluid from her cleavage; the spicy sauce only made the enticement that much harder to pass up.

“Open,” she whispered in his ear.

Lifting his head, he did as instructed, opened his mouth, and bit through the rice-paper wrapping. The blend of noodles and shrimp, crunch of bell pepper, and spice of the sauce were familiar, but he was curious about the scent and taste of mint, along with the unique peppery flavor he couldn't quite place. “What did you use in these?”

She smiled as she dipped the end of the roll and popped it into his mouth. “You like?”

He nodded, savoring the taste as he chewed.

“Most of it you probably know.” She dipped a second roll and took a bite.

“I recognize the shrimp, bell peppers, noodles, carrots, and celery, but I've never had mint or pepper in a spring roll.” Watching her dip the roll and carry it toward his mouth, Dane noticed the heavy coating of sauce. The way it dribbled over her fingers and splashed onto his abdomen. He took the rest of the roll and chewed, but his interest in the ingredients waned as her fingers wiped at the golden liquid, smearing the sauce more than cleaning it up.

“Hmm, I seem to have made a mess. Stay still.” Her gaze held his as she eased one leg between his and lowered her bottom onto his right thigh.

When she broke eye contact, Dane suspected what she would do next and made an effort to chew and swallow his food before her mouth opened over his belly. He barely made it. Hard as his cock was, his hips jerked upward at the brush of her cheek against his shaft. Her tongue swirled through the dusting of hair below his navel before it dipped into the depression and lapped up the bit of sauce that had spilled inside. Making her way upward, she sucked and licked at the seasoned oils coating his skin. Her wet pussy rocked over the tensed muscles in his thigh.

His fingers gripped the seat to keep from directing her mouth south to the leaking tip of his dick. The thick piece of meat in question had ideas of its own; it grew harder and arched closer to his abdomen, bumping against Ariel's chin as she did one last swipe of her tongue from his sternum to his navel. A whisper of a kiss brushed its sensitive crown as Ariel stood up and reached for one of the napkins on the table.

She held his gaze and licked the sauce from her fingers, her mouth lingering to suck on the very tips before she wiped her hands off on the napkin. Ariel reached for the dish of sauce and cradled it in her left palm before she selected another roll from the plate.

After straddling his lap, Ariel dipped the roll into the sauce, then used it like a paintbrush to coat the firm muscles of his chest. He gritted his teeth at the sting of the chili seasoning in the sauce and the cool slide of the rice paper over his skin.

When she raised the morsel to his lips, he held her gaze and devoured nearly half of it in a single bite. Pieces of noodle, shrimp, and vegetable escaped the leftover half and dropped into the sweet and spicy mixture glistening on his flesh.

Her tongue slid between her lips and stroked over and around his pectorals. Her teeth nipped at the solid muscle beneath his skin every time it twitched or flexed. His nipples ached, their firm crowns tight and begging for attention. Dane panted and tried to maintain control following the scrape of her teeth across each firm peak. She opened her mouth over first one, then the other.

Finally she lifted her head; her lips were wet and swollen, but the fire in her eyes was growing. Determined to turn the tables on her, he lifted his hand to cradle the one she cupped the dipping sauce in. “May I feed you?”

Caution dimmed the heat in her gaze, but she nodded. Dane lifted the sauce from her hand and the remaining bit of roll from her other, then leaned forward to place both on the table behind her. He made sure the heated length of his cock pressed firmly against the wet panel of her panties. Shifting his hands to her waist, he pulled her closer and stroked along the side and back of her garment before he raised his fingers to the first hook.

“My skill won't be as good as yours. And I wouldn't want to ruin your clothes. Perhaps we should take them off?” He kept his voice low and his gaze on hers as he caressed the warm curves of her breasts with his middle, ring, and pinkie fingers, while his index fingers and thumbs played with the fasteners.

He was sure Ariel could read the intent in his deep blue eyes, but he could see her determination not to back away from his challenge.

Propping her elbows on the table behind her, she grinned. “Wise idea. You may remove my top.” She waited a heartbeat, long enough for him to slip the first hook free before she added, “We wouldn't want you to earn a punishment for soiling my new leathers.”

Dane met her gaze with a brow arched over his left eye. His silent admonition only egged her on. He wanted to see how far she'd go. A second hook was released. Ariel's gaze drifted down. With each loosened hook, she rocked forward and back, rubbing against the base of his cock. Her gaze tracked the spill of his semen as it slid over the reddened, plum-shaped head, then coasted over the throbbing veins and the thick ridge of tissue along the underside of his penis.

He watched her shiver in response to the wash of cool air over her sweat-dampened breasts and belly. Ariel's attention returned to Dane's progress as he slid the bustier from around her and dropped it to the floor beside the table. Holding her gaze, Dane reached past her shoulders to collect the bowl and spring roll, then waited, measuring her level of control.

It was there, held tight and close. The knowledge that she worked to rein in her desire to match his reinforced his intent to show her how his mastery would complete her. She'd sworn never to submit to him, but her body told him otherwise.

The problem he could see forming was her unreasoning intent to best him at his challenge. She seemed to worry about being under his command, despite what her betraying body might suggest. It was his responsibility to show her she had nothing to fear.

With that in mind, he cupped the bowl in his palm. “Dip it like this, right?” he asked, the roll poised over the sauce for the briefest of moments

Ariel nodded. She scrutinized his every move. Her expression revealed her suspicions that she might end up wearing part of the chili-ginger sauce.

And Dane didn't disappoint her. A sharp shift of his hand sent a tiny wave over the lip of the bowl. Golden fluid splashed onto the side of one breast and her belly. More dribbled over his fingertips and down onto her navel and lower abdomen. A soft gasp slipped from her lips.

“Oh, I am sorry.” Dane's apology carried all the sincerity of a Ponzi schemer promising to pay back his investors.

“Lick it up,” she ordered. Leaning forward, she ate half the roll he held between his fingers. Her gaze held his as she slowly chewed.

Dane set the bowl back on the table. “As you wish.” He smiled. Lowering the last bit of roll to her belly, he used it to wipe up some of the spilled sauce. His tongue followed the slow slide of rice paper along her skin; it lapped up anything left behind. The stroke of it over her skin made Ariel gasp, and Dane grinned at the flex of her muscles under his lips. When he lifted his head, he popped the roll into his mouth and chewed quickly.

She wouldn't be outdone. “Give me your hand.” Ariel tapped the back of his right hand, the fingers still slick with sauce.

Dane held it up to her.

Her gaze locked with his, Ariel wiped the backs of his fingers over her breasts, smearing the sauce onto her nipples, then took each of his fingers, one at a time, into her mouth and sucked off the lingering moisture. Once finished, she released his hand, rested her elbows on the table behind her, and smiled up at him. “First clean my breasts.”

“And then?” Dane waited. He stroked his hands over her belly before he rubbed his fingers along her wet panties.

“You must have spilled some on my pussy, so you'll have to lick it up as well,” Ariel advised him.

Dane was sure her amusement was in response to the humor that flashed in his eyes. “Hmm, I don't recall—”

“Are you questioning me? Refusing to follow an order in my kitchen?” She tilted her head to the side and lifted her eyebrows.

“No, merely stating a recollection.” Dane smirked as he lowered his head to slide his tongue over her peaked nipples.

“Mmm.” Ariel's eyes closed. She tipped her head back; the look on her face reflected a sensual enjoyment of the swipe of his tongue along her skin, the tug of his teeth, and the suction of his mouth as he suckled first one breast, then the other. “You have a very talented mouth, Dane. I'll have to make sure to put it to good use.”

The nip of his teeth on the slope of her breast startled a cry from her lips. She sat up to stare down at him.

“Did that hurt?” He tried to look guileless, but he sensed Ariel's inner rebel stirring at the warning in his gaze.

“No, merely surprised me.” She shrugged.

As his mouth finished cleaning the last of the sauce from one breast and traveled to the other, Ariel dropped one hand from the table to grip the thick length of his cock. Precum glistened on the bulbous tip with a few dribbles trailing down to his balls. Squeezing tight, she dragged her fist from base to tip and back down in several quick jerks, drawing a hiss from Dane's lips.

“Too tight?” she cooed, assuming a wide-eyed, innocent look.

Dane shook his head and leaned back in the chair. Settling his hand over hers, he halted the motion and drew a deep breath. His other hand plucked at the wet silk covering her mound. “What shall I do with these?”

Ariel grinned. “Anything you'd like.” She slipped her hand from beneath his and returned her elbow to the table behind her.

The thin elastic snapped easily in his fists. He discarded the thong on the floor beside his chair. The black leather chaps framed her naked mound. The evidence of her arousal shimmered on her skin.

“Have you forgotten what I told you to do?” Ariel asked with a teasing smile.

“No, merely evaluating the best method.” Dane stroked his fingers over the plump folds and dipped between them to trace the wet entrance to her body.

“Method?”

Dane nodded. “Yes. You'll notice the distance between your pussy and my mouth. In order to reach it, I would have to bend down, which limits the area I can reach.” He leaned over; his hands gripped her hips and angled them upward, allowing him only enough room to lap and nuzzle the upper slope of her mound.

Ariel groaned and shifted, drawing his attention to the swollen nubbin.

Dane sat up, lowered her bottom back to his lap, and made sure to brush the damp curves with the tip of his cock. “See, not enough contact. A second way would require removing the plates from the table and blowing out the candle.” He glanced past her shoulder at the objects in question and then shook his head. “Too much work, I think.”

Ariel nodded in agreement.

“There is another way,” he offered. Sliding his arms beneath her thighs, Dane raised her pussy to his mouth. Her legs dangled over his arms, and her shoulders rested flat on the table.

He watched her as his tongue stroked over the soft flesh of her mound. He hummed in appreciation at the taste of her cream. The slide of his lips eliminated the moist evidence along one thigh before he transferred his attentions to the other.

His gaze challenged Ariel to try to look away. She stared right back. Her eyes followed the path of his lips and tongue. Her intent to win their battle of wills was clear in her gaze. Ariel smiled and smoothed her right hand over her belly and up to her breast. In the same slow, stroking rhythm he used to tease her sex, Ariel squeezed the pale globe and tugged at the rosy crest. The flare of arousal darkening his eyes was reflected in hers, but when he nuzzled between the folds and began to circle her clit, Ariel shook her head.

“Uh-uh, Dane. No touching inside.” As precarious as her position was, he could see she acknowledged his control over her, but instinctively she seemed to know she could trust him to stop when she told him to.

Slowly, reluctantly, Dane lowered her ass back to his lap. His breath the slightest bit accelerated, he waited, his hands on her hips.

Sitting up, Ariel slid her hand from her breast to her pussy. “Very good job, Dane.” She stood up, stepped back from the chair, returned the bowl of sauce to the platter, and set the cover over the leftover spring rolls. “You've earned your dessert.”

Dane leaned back in the chair and grinned. “And that would be?”

She uncovered the last plate and held it up for him. “These.”

Dane groaned and shook his head. A layer of thick, creamy filling rested between two chocolate cookies. Ariel set the plate down on the table in front of the chair and picked up one of the cookies. Resuming her seat on his lap, she held one to his lips, and he bit down on it.

Sweet cream and chocolate filled his mouth. It was delicious, but it was not what he wanted. What he craved. The desire was hot in her eyes, but she was as determined as he was to keep from succumbing. After swallowing the first bite, he held her gaze and leaned forward to take a second, slid his lips over her fingers, and nipped the very tips with his teeth. As he bit into the treat, Dane pressed hard enough to force some of the creamy center to overflow the edge of the sandwich and spill into Ariel's hand. Several thick drops splashed onto his lower abdomen and cock.

“Such a messy man.” Ariel moaned. She looked down at the sticky filling between his legs.

He watched as she popped the last bit of sandwich cookie into her mouth and licked the smear of filling from her palm. Dane waited, watching her expression as she focused on the thick jut of his erection; he hoped she'd do what he wanted, but he wondered if she'd devise some other means of pushing his control.

With a shake of her head, she gave him a scolding look. Both humor and yearning gleamed in her eyes. She slipped off his lap and ordered, “Lift yourself up so I can clean you off.”

Dane cursed silently as she reached for a napkin from the table. He braced his hands on either side of his seat, lifted his ass off the chair, and kept his feet planted on the floor.

He nearly lost his grip when Ariel bent at the waist and licked the icing from his stomach. Her attention shifted to the base of his cock as she licked away the other smear of gooey sweetness and glanced up at him. “Seems you have another mess that requires cleaning, hmm?”

He swallowed, his focus centered on her as she smoothed her tongue up the length of his penis. Base to tip, she stroked up the solid column of flesh like a child licking an ice-cream cone on a hot summer's day. Each time she reached the tip, she swirled over the crown, dipped the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit, and then started all over again.

Once she'd made her way all the way around, she stood up and dabbed at her lips with the napkin. “Mmm, delish.” Waiting until he'd settled back onto the chair, she asked, “Would you like another cookie?”


***Winner will be announced on Friday, February 17th. (Print copy of book only available for US residents only...electronic copy if winner is outside the US)***