Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Howloween #paranormal #romance #bloghop #hopswithheart - Blue Moon House

What could be better for Howloween than Vampire BDSM? A whole house full of them and each one has their own favorite kink, but they enjoy sex accompanied with carefully paced sips of blood. One lucky lady has the opportunity to become one of them, to join the house forever. But before she can do that, she must convince each vampire that they want to spend eternity with her. How? Well, that should be obvious. Julia thinks she's prepared to do whatever it takes, but is she really?

What would you be willing to do? Let me know. I'm giving away a copy of Blue Moon House, my first novella to someone who is willing to share. I also hope you'll take a peek at the first of the prequels, Kitten. A second is in the works and hopefully you can read about Harry soon. Until then, here's a tempting taste of the prize at the end of this post. 

Lynn brought food. It had been a while since breakfast, but the lunch was light, a small salad and banana with a glass of juice. She also held a dildo. “Don’t make a mess now,” she told Julia, setting the plate on a side table. “Lean over while you eat.”

Julia licked her lips, steeling herself. The edge that had receded was back with the implication. She would be penetrated while she ate. Elbows braced on the edge of the table, she stuck her hips out. She tried not to stare over her shoulder and instead speared a cherry tomato on her fork.

The probing in her pussy was gentle at first, then replaced with the thick dildo. Julia grunted, tearing lettuce between her teeth rather than chewing it. “Oh, god,” she groaned, leaning back a bit onto it.

“Eat up,” Lynn insisted, rubbing her hand gently over Julia’s ass-cheek, smacking it lightly. “I don’t want to wait too long.” To give her meaning, she drew the toy out completely and thrust it back in so quickly and forcibly that Julia dropped her fork in a clatter. The spanking was harder this time, making Julia grind on the dildo and ball her hands into fists. “No mess,” Lynn reminded her.

Julia swallowed her mouthful carefully and quickly peeled the banana. She started to cram half of it in her mouth at once, but Lynn stopped her. “No, like this.” The dildo was pulled and pushed gently into her and Julia closed her eyes but imitated with fruit, not breaking it but opening her mouth to slide a third of it over her tongue. Another thrust made her bite through and lean her head to the table. She started to rock with the thrusts and the juice slopped over the edge of its glass.

“Naughty, naughty,” Lynn chided and dragged her nails down Julia back. Not knowing if she was bleeding or not, Julia arched regardless, leaning more heavily into the dildo, gritting her teeth against the sharp pain. She took up the glass and drank greedily, draining it quickly. She felt drops on her breasts, but Lynn mustn’t have seen because the fucking continued. Julia moved to eat the rest of her banana, trying to imitate the thrusting she was receiving. She was rewarded with a brush of her clit and Julia shivered as she clenched down on the still moving toy.

Unfortunately that was when Lynn saw the juice. The rest of the meal was gone, peel neatly laid atop cutlery. Lynn reached up to the spot on the right and pulled her nail down on it. Julia thought perhaps her back had bled as her breast certainly was, a large drop forming just before Lynn lapped it away. As she did, she thrust deeper with the toy, nearly lifting Julia off the ground. Julia cried in pain and rose on her toes.

Blue Moon House on Naughty Nights Press

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Thursday Taster - Slave #8

Plenty of tasters on the blog. Don't miss any! Here's some more of Will.

Bart groaned and his hips seemed to push toward Will. That suited him, and he opened his mouth wider, hoping to taste the whole length. Bart was pulled away and Will’s hand, slightly loose, slid over the length that retreated.
“Fuck me, Master,” Bart moaned.
“Everything well with you, Will?
He licked his tongue up the length as he removed the head from his mouth. “Very well, thank you.”
“Then you will get your wish, Bart.” The man’s hips were driven toward Will and he bent his head down, meeting them. His nose inhaled the salty smell of sweat from Bart’s dark curly hair. He moaned a little at how that smell mingled with the taste. There was a slight shifting before the hips were pushed toward Will again. He was unsure what set the pace, but he quickly became used to it, sliding his mouth to match.
“Ugh, yes,” Bart groaned, and he twitched inside Will’s mouth. His balls lifted as he began to throb. How foolish of him not to have paid them attention sooner. Holding them, he stroked the sack and felt the egg shape inside. A perfect shape.
Bart trembled and the throbbing turned to erupting. White seed filled Will’s mouth and he pulled back just enough to swallow slowly, loving the feel of the thick substance on his tongue and in his throat. He could feel it sliding all the way down into his belly. That was when he noticed how hard he was. Unable to ignore it, he rubbed himself through his pants.
“Easy, Bart,” Nicholas said, untying the man and lifting him into his arms. Will watched, impressed as always by the vampire’s strength, and noticed that Nicholas was naked too. His penis was still erect, gleaming with wetness.
Will stayed on his knees until the blond vampire returned to him. Will reached out for his penis as well. “Master?” he asked.
“Not here,” Nicholas murmured. “The kitchen.”

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Shared Disinterests

Can I tantalize you with a teaser? Okay this probably isn't quite 'tantalizing,' but that hasn't been the way my mind is working these days. I'm sure you can find spicier stuff on the blog. Here is my little odd couple. 
Kitty plopped down on an empty bench. How long would Mr. Patterson drone on? Did the man ever get tired of his own voice? The rest of her class stood, though a few were wobbling. The whole class seemed to turn when Kitty sat. Why did she get to sit? Why did they have to stand here and listen to another civic duty lecture when she sat?
There was only room for two on the bench, so the class tried to gauge who should get it. Lyle didn’t look at anyone. Even though he was on the football team and could easy stay standing, he put his hip next to Kitty’s and tried not to fall asleep.
More shuffling from the class and Kitty covered a yawn with her hand. Her elbow bumped Lyle and she left it on his shoulder.
“How much longer?” she whispered.
“If he’s not done in ten, someone is going to lose it,” Lyle whispered back.
Kitty suppressed a laugh and Lyle’s hand slid slightly over onto her knee.
Mr. Patterson wrapped it up, at last, and the class turned to the mismatched couple on the bench.
“Wanna get a milkshake?” Lyle asked.
“Love to.”

Sunday, 26 October 2014

Sunday Surprise - Halloween Flirts #release #newrelease

Breathless Press is bringing out the spine-chilling this October. They have several new releases for $0.99 or $1.99-$2.99. Treat yourself to one of these tricks.

Torie James and Brantwijn Serrah each have a Halloween Flirt.
Point of No Return takes full advantage of the mystery surrounding a masquerade. Priya suffers from Bad Dreams and sleep paralysis, but is it more than her and science believe?

Pelaam introduces us to Jared, who is Haunted By The Past as well as the present, in the form of his gardener, Evander.

L.M. Brown offers another Haunting tale, this of a romance that becomes physical only one day of the year. Touch of a Ghost finds Drew Jessop, who wants nothing to do with ghosts, falling in love with Benji Richards, eternally young and beautiful but also intangible. From sunset to sunrise, Halloween is the one night of the year when a mortal can feel the touch of a ghost.

Brantwijn Serrah also has a full length novel, His Cemetery Doll. Conall Mackay's daughter is dreaming of a figure among the tombstones and a voiceless beauty beckons him from the darkest corners of the graves.

Dana Wright has released the first book in a new series, Ghost Echos. In Assylum, the voices of the past are alive behind the iron gates of Bremore Asylum. Can Rachel and Matt deduce its secrets before it's too late? Here's an excerpt from Assylum:

Rachel narrowed her eyes. What little hold she held on her frayed temper snapped. Self-doubt flared, but she stamped it out as quickly as it came.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She stepped forward, hands clenched into fists, her foot brushing against the luggage. Her hoodie slid off the suitcase and flopped unceremoniously into the dirt.
"We haven't even started on the project and you're trying to displace me already?"
Rutledge stepped back, surprise clear on his lightly parted lips. Lips she apparently still wanted to kiss, damn his eyes. God, what was wrong with her?
"My friend almost died because of a mistake I made. But you're
already aware of that, aren't you, Mr. High and Mighty? Listen to me and listen good. I'm here because my grandmother needs me. I'm a damn fine ghost hunter, which you would already know if you bothered to see beyond what happened to Jeannie." She poked her finger into his chest and had the satisfaction of seeing him wince.
Matt stepped back and held up his hands, a ruddy flush creeping up his cheeks. "Okay. I was out of line. Truce?" He bent down and carefully picked up her hoodie, handing it to her gingerly.
"Thank you, Mr. Rutledge." Rachel snatched the hoodie from his hands and tied it around her waist with a firm yank. She didn't want to chance it falling in the dirt again and it was going to be a long weekend. At the rate they were going, it was going to be a full-on ice storm between them.
A flash of humor crossed his face. "Do you think maybe you could call me Matt?"
"That depends."
"On what?" Matt cocked his eyebrow with surprise.
"On whether you can stop dissecting me like one of your frauds."

If you are an author or publisher and would like to see your new release one Sunday, just drop me an email. Authorangelicadawson at gmail

Friday, 24 October 2014

Flasher Fiction Friday - Off-Broadway

It was over. Tina sighed in relief, inhaling the bouquet on her dressing table. The last curtain on the last show. She was free, having done everything her contract dictated. Walking out of this theatre, she would embark on a new life, away from the spotlight.
Fingernails tickled her spine. She didn’t have to look to the mirror to know Candace was unlacing her. The understudy had been everything Tina could have asked for, making this drawn out obligation bearable.
“Where will you go?” Candace asked.
“Anywhere but here.”
“I don’t know how you can leave the stage.”
“You will.”

More flashes on the same photo are available at

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Thursday Taster - Slave #7

Shall we continue with Will's sexual exploration? Yes, let's. Remember to read all the tasters on the blog.

He shook a little and knelt down, taking the penis in his hand again. This time there were no frightening images, no memories, just the warm flesh in his hand. The skin was impossibly soft. It was what he imagined white ladies hands were like.
“Ah,” Bart moaned, but not for Will. Nicholas had risen and was standing behind the man. He must be doing something to his backside. Continuing to stroke, he peeked around Bart’s hip.
Nicholas had just poured oil on Bart’s ass and was tracing his fingers along the crack between his cheeks.
“You focus on that,” Nicholas urged with a smirk. “Have you tried tasting it yet?”
Will licked his lips. He had no idea what a man tasted like. He had no idea what a woman tasted like either but was fairly certain he wasn’t interested in finding out. However, this sausage in his hand tempted him.
Opening his mouth, he popped the head in, just as he would a sausage. His chest expanded, growing with his inhalation, but his heart seemed constricted within it, as though it grew even more, faster than his chest. Holding the penis, he slid down, wanting more.

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - A long soak

Tuesday again already? I don't know about you, but I could use a little pampering. Check out all the teasers by popping over to the blog
She closed the door and took off her slippers. Steam rose from the warm water, petals scattered across the surface. She could smell rose and fuchsia drifting through the room. Releasing the tie on her terrycloth bathrobe, she let it fall to the floor. Before stepping into the tub, she checked that her hair was still knotted on the top of her head. The mix of blossoms and oil weren’t things she wanted tangled in.
Braced on one wrist, she lifted a carefully pointed toe and dipped it into the water. It was so hot, she almost pulled it back out, but instead she plunged in to her knee. Heat pricked up her leg and then dissipated, warming her chill skin. Shifting her weight into her other wrist, on the other side of the tub, she stepped in and sank up to her shoulders. A sigh floated out with the floral aroma, taking all her tension with it.
The door opened and she almost bolted up.
“Don’t move,” he said, moving her towels off the bench to the floor. “I have tea,” he said, setting her tiny pot-on-cup down. “And wine. Anything else, Mistress?”
She couldn’t think of a thing.