Archive | January 2014

NICOLA CHEY MATTHEWS BLOG TAKOVER- A SPECIAL SURPRISE


ImageToday, on this last day of the blog takeover, Nicola has a little surprise for you. A surprise sneak peak at IMMORTAL SINS. This is the follow up to the fantastic THE RED FANG.  Keep in mind that this excerpt is unedited and subject to change.

 

His voice had faded to a murmur, but in his words were laced the unbearable pain of having food so close yet forbidden to touch it.  She searched his face for some sign that he was lying, but somehow she knew that he spoke the truth.

“Alright,” she said, nodding her head.  “Do it.”

Ash paused briefly before he raised her wrist to his mouth slowly, his gold-flecked eyes holding hers as he lowered his mouth, his lips pulling back from his fangs.  She stiffened her body against the coming pain, but Ash’s bite into her flesh was so slow and delicate that the sharp pain she expected never came.

He removed his fangs from her flesh, slowly licking the droplets of blood from his lips.  His body shuddered involuntarily from the taste of the sweet nectar.  Ash moved her closer to the table, holding her wrist above the shriveled hole that used to be Viktor’s mouth.  He applied a bit of pressure to the wounds, allowing the blood to drip into the vampire’s mouth.

Ash moved behind her, his left arm wrapped tightly around her waist and his right hand holding her arm out as the blood dripped from the delicate puncture wounds.  He pressed himself against her back, his arm tightening on her waist as the smell of her blood came to his nose.  She gasped as she felt the very distinctive bulge against her lower back.  She struggled slightly in his embrace, the fear and panic urging her to be free of the feel of his body against hers. 

“Ash,” she said, his name on her tongue sounding more like a low moan than a word.

“Shhhh,” he hissed quietly.  “It’s the smell of the blood.”  He pressed his face into the side of her neck, his lips lightly grazing the delicate skin stretched over her jugular.  The nails of his left hand dug into the flesh of her hip.

Her heartbeat quickened, her entire body stiffening as his mouth hovered over the vein.  Her breath was becoming ragged both from the feel of his body and the fear that was causing her heart to pump erratically inside of her chest.

“The Council explained about our feeding habits,” Ash said quietly, his hips moving slightly to rub himself into her lower back.  “Be still, Altania,” he whispered.  “I may be able to control myself around blood, but I am still a predator after all.  You move suddenly and I may not be able to control my basic instincts.”

Alty shuddered at his words, knowing that vampires often got sexual urges and the blinding thirst for blood mixed up in their minds, one desire being the same as the other.  Her blood was flowing from her body and his instincts told him that he should feed both desires at once.  It was hard enough to control the bloodlust, but controlling the thirst for blood along with carnal lust was requiring superhuman effort on his part.

Ash’s breath quickened slightly, his arm pulling her hard against his body.  His nails were digging so deeply into her flesh that they were almost drawing blood on their own.  He groaned, the sound low and harsh.  His left hand moved from her hip to cup the scorching heat between her legs.  Altania gasped, her entire body jerking violently at the feel of his fingers curled around her pubic mound.

Ash could feel his release mounting inside of him, the desire so overwhelming that he could barely think of anything other than quenching his lusts.  In his mind he could see himself tossing the young woman to the floor and just taking what he had dreamt of for so many years.  His body screamed out for him to give in to his desires while his mind held the rest of him in check, constantly reminding him that to do so would mean his demise.

“Alty, how do you do this to me?” he asked in hushed tones, his lips still lightly grazing the skin of her neck.  He pulled her closer to him, knowing in the back of his mind that, while his body wanted to feel itself buried balls deep inside of her warm confines, his pride and heart wanted her begging him for release.

Suddenly he jerked her right hand back to his mouth to lick the wounds before shoving her away from him.  His right hand wrapped around the neck of the vampire who was still shackled to the table, the shriveled up body beginning to move.

“Go to the door,” he told her harshly, his eyes fevered inside of his head.

Altania cradled her injured hand against her chest, stumbling in her stilettos as she moved towards the door.  Her heart was pounding in her chest, but it was less from fear and more from some unsettled desire that she had never felt before in her life.  The thought that she had enjoyed Ash’s rough treatment, that she was shaking more from lust than from fear had her disgusted and feeling sick to her stomach.  She wondered how on earth she was supposed to get through this mission when everything she had known was now turned on its head. 

 

BANDED TOGETHER IS LIVE!!!!!!


You’ve asked for them, some have even begged for more of the Walker twins.
‘Banded Together’ is a continuation of the Rebel Walking Series that will give
you insight on Talon and Eaven’s wedding as well as the rest of the characters
in the series. Taron and Ivy are not left out of this one and you’ll quickly see
the banter between them remains.

The previous books in the Rebel
Walking Series should be read before this one for the best experience and
optimal character development.

Rebel Walking Series Order

In A
Heartbeat (Rebel Walking #1)
Heaven Sent (Rebel Walking #2)
Banded
Together (Rebel Walking #2.5)
No Strings Attached (Rebel Walking #3)
Expected release March 2nd

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Rebel Walking Buy Links…

Amazon US
In a Heartbeat: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DGXJZXG
Heaven Sent: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FAE7JT6
Banded Together: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I4O9870

Amazon UK
In a Heartbeat: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00DGXJZXG
Heaven Sent: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00FAE7JT6
Banded Together: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00I4O9870

DAY 2 OF NICOLA CHEY MATTHEWS BLOG TAKEOVER. A SCORCHING EXCERPT


If you have never read a Nicola Chey Matthews book, then you are missing a lot. Nicola  writes amazing stories from all types of genres and she definitely writes torrid and sexy as witnessed by today’s excerpt from Vindictus.

Vindictus, The Dark Lord

EXCERPT

A huge cheer went up from the guards.  The councilmen began moving back several feet to begin the marital ceremony that would bind my life and body to the king.

            Vindictus approached me, his hands slowly removing the robe-like garment he wore around his waist.  With each step he took towards me, I would move further and further back onto the bed, trying to put as much space between him and myself as the shackles and chains would allow. 

            I gasped as the king’s robes came off his body, his organ swollen with his passion.  I had never seen a naked man before, but I had seen plenty of pictures.  But the pictures I had seen had nothing on The Dark One.

            I trembled at the sight of him, the head of his shaft swollen and pulsating with each beat of his heart.  His girth was more than that of my wrist, and his member was nine inches long if it were an inch.  I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat, my mind unable to wrap itself around the idea that this man, this beast, had every intention of putting his massive organ inside of my body.

            I was unable to rip my eyes away from him as he moved upon the bed.  I stared openly at his body as he crawled across the silk fabric.  His eyes never left my face, the edges of his lips turned up in a smile.  He was obviously happy that he had such an effect on me.  Oddly enough, I didn’t care that he saw me staring at him, that he knew I could not take my eyes off him for one single second.

            Moments ticked by as if I watched him in slow motion.  His hand reached out to grasp my ankle gently in his hand, pulling me towards him.  His hand felt like a hot brand against my skin.  I made some type of moaning sound in the back of my throat as he eased my body towards his, the white ceremonial gown that I wore sliding up my legs as he pulled me closer.  For the first time since he removed his robes, his eyes left my face to roam over my now exposed legs.  Vindictus moved his fingers to lightly run them down the top of my right leg from knee to ankle before tracing the same path on my left leg. 

            My entire body jerked violently when he touched me.  A bolt of electricity danced along my skin wherever his fingers lingered.  His smile widened as my body began to shake, rather from nerves or excitement or both I knew not.  I could still hear the councilmen chanting in the background, but my quickly beating heart and labored breathing soon became most prominent in my ears. 

            In the back of my mind somewhere I realized that the Altar was once again glowing, a whitish light surrounding it and us within it, obscuring the rest of the courtyard from our view.  The chanting grew fainter until there was nothing left but the two of us on the bed, Vindictus’ fingers working their way slowly up my leg. 

            “No,” I muttered, but there was little conviction in my voice.  The king only smiled as he crawled closer to me, forcing me onto my back.  He reached out to unlock my hands from the shackles, his body poised above mine as the metal fell away. 

            Vindictus’ hands returned to my body, sliding the gown up to my hips as he straddled my legs.  In one quick movement he forced the garment up and over my head, removing the cloth completely from my body, leaving me lying beneath him clad only in my own skin. 

            The king gasped as he drank in the sight of my naked body spread out before him, my own arms moving automatically to cover myself as best as I could.  His reached out to grab hold of each wrist in his left hand, moving my arms above my head so that he could view my body at his leisure.  I squirmed beneath his gaze, a hot flush tinting my skin a light pink as his gaze raked across every inch of exposed skin. 

            His breathing had quickened to match mine as his right hand trailed from my shoulder down to my breast, his large hand grasping each breast in turn to give them a gentle squeeze.  A low moan escaped me as my back arched.  My legs were bent slightly and I could feel my own juices seeping down my thigh, the dull ache in my groin that had gone unnoticed until now suddenly flaring into an inferno of passion.

            “Mmmm, so young, so delicious.  I hate that this first time must be so quick, so painful.  This marriage must be consummated before the stroke of midnight.  But I promise I will make this up to you.  I will give you so much pleasure in the nights to come that you will beg me for rest and forgive these few moments of pain.” 

            I shuddered at his words, his voice so deep and melodic that it crossed my mind briefly that I could listen to him forever.  My own lips were parted with my heavy breathing, my small yet firm breasts rising and falling with each intake of breath.  I was scared out of my wits and yet so excited that I was once again shaking beneath him.             

            Vindictus lowered his head, his lips brushing softly against mine before pressing them hard against my mouth, his slightly forked tongue pushing its way past my lips.  I moaned again, my mouth opening up to allow him access to the dark recesses within. His tongue darted around, quickly exploring every inch of my mouth. 

            I whimpered slightly as he suddenly ended the kiss, his knees moving to nudge my legs apart.  A low rumble, something akin to a growl came from Vindictus as he positioned his body between my legs, his mouth moving to suckle at my right breast. 

            I yelped slightly at the sudden onslaught of sensations.  A line of molten fire burned its way from my nipple down to my aching center.  My back once again arched, forcing Vindictus to take more of my breast into his mouth. 

            He growled again, letting go of my wrists so he could use both hands to raise my hips towards him.  In the back of my mind I realize that something about him had changed.  The gentleness of only a few moments earlier had been replaced with a violent urgency.

            His previous words came back to me.  Suddenly those words made sense as he lifted my hips off the bed, the tip of his organ pushing against the outside folds of my labia.  Panic flooded through me as my situation grew clear in my eyes. 

            “No!” I screamed, suddenly thrashing about beneath him in an effort to wiggle away.  But Vindictus only growled at me again, his hands squeezing tightly against my skin as his nails extended to cut into my flesh.  His double set of fangs clamped down around my nipple, the teeth sinking deep into the tender flesh of my breast. 

            I screamed, throwing myself towards him.  In that second he impaled my body with his engorged member.  The head ripped quickly past the delicate layer of inner skin, Vindictus’ hips ramming hard against mine as he buried himself to the hilt inside of me. 

            The pain that shot through my groin was so intense that it took my breath away, leaving none in which to scream.  I gasped as I struggled to breathe, the pain growing to a white hot bolt inside of my groin.  My vision receded slightly as I passed out momentarily. 

            As I came back to my senses I screamed, my body writhing beneath his in an effort to get away from the ripping pain.  I honestly didn’t see how my body was accommodating such a large organ without tearing to shreds.  Vindictus bit deeper into my breast, his claws digging into my hips to keep me from squirming away from him.

            My screams slowly subsided to be replaced by moans as Vindictus moved slowly inside of me.  The waves of pain would slowly subside for a brief moment before it came crashing back, stronger than before.  My eyes were shut tight to try to stamp out the pain.  The tears fell heavily down my face as Vindictus began pumping faster and harder into my body. 

            Each thrust of his hips sent shockwaves of pain through my now raw vagina.   I kept waiting for the pain to subside but every time the tip of his organ bumped against my cervix it felt like I was being sliced in two with a white hot sword.  I whimpered when his fangs finally left my breast, his body stiffening as he shoved himself deep inside of me one last time.  The heat from his spurting seed felt as if it was scorching my insides.  I prayed that the ordeal was finally over.  I wasn’t sure how much more of this my body could take.

            As Vindictus collapsed on top of me, I noticed the mist that had surrounded us was no longer white but red.  Then it began to slowly fade as our breathing returned to normal.  The councilmen stopped their chanting as the ceremonial bed was once again revealed. 

            The two of us lay entwined, our bodies still united.  I buried my face in Vindictus’ neck, the tears flowing unheeded down my cheeks as I cried softly.  I was confused and embarrassed as I tried desperately to hide myself from the view of those who now stood around the pit, waiting anxiously for I knew not what.

            Vindictus eased himself from me, his spent member sliding from my body as he knelt beside me on the bed.  I could feel his seed mixed with my own fluids and blood dripping from within me.  The king helped me to a sitting position, taking the bunched up silk sheet and wiping away the blood and semen from my thighs before picking me up and moving away from the bed. 

            A huge cheer went up from the guards and councilmen alike as they saw the blood stained sheets from which my body had only moments before lain upon.  I now understood the words that Vindictus had spoken to me.  I understood why the consummation had to be quick and painful for me.  The marriage would not be legitimate if there was no proof of both our union and of my virginal status.  Now that both things were assured, I was considered the Queen of the Nedella Outlands.

            The guards beginning chanting, “All hail the King and Queen!” as Vindictus cuddled me against his chest.  He used his free arm to wrap his robe around the both of us before carrying me away from the courtyard and deep into the castle.  I kept my face hidden, cringing with each new gasp and whisper that my ears encountered.  I kept my body curled up into a tiny little ball that Vindictus held close as he walked. 

 

            A huge cheer went up from the guards.  The councilmen began moving back several feet to begin the marital ceremony that would bind my life and body to the king. 

            Vindictus approached me, his hands slowly removing the robe-like garment he wore around his waist.  With each step he took towards me, I would move further and further back onto the bed, trying to put as much space between him and myself as the shackles and chains would allow. 

            I gasped as the king’s robes came off his body, his organ swollen with his passion.  I had never seen a naked man before, but I had seen plenty of pictures.  But the pictures I had seen had nothing on The Dark One.

            I trembled at the sight of him, the head of his shaft swollen and pulsating with each beat of his heart.  His girth was more than that of my wrist, and his member was nine inches long if it were an inch.  I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat, my mind unable to wrap itself around the idea that this man, this beast, had every intention of putting his massive organ inside of my body.

            I was unable to rip my eyes away from him as he moved upon the bed.  I stared openly at his body as he crawled across the silk fabric.  His eyes never left my face, the edges of his lips turned up in a smile.  He was obviously happy that he had such an effect on me.  Oddly enough, I didn’t care that he saw me staring at him, that he knew I could not take my eyes off him for one single second.

            Moments ticked by as if I watched him in slow motion.  His hand reached out to grasp my ankle gently in his hand, pulling me towards him.  His hand felt like a hot brand against my skin.  I made some type of moaning sound in the back of my throat as he eased my body towards his, the white ceremonial gown that I wore sliding up my legs as he pulled me closer.  For the first time since he removed his robes, his eyes left my face to roam over my now exposed legs.  Vindictus moved his fingers to lightly run them down the top of my right leg from knee to ankle before tracing the same path on my left leg. 

            My entire body jerked violently when he touched me.  A bolt of electricity danced along my skin wherever his fingers lingered.  His smile widened as my body began to shake, rather from nerves or excitement or both I knew not.  I could still hear the councilmen chanting in the background, but my quickly beating heart and labored breathing soon became most prominent in my ears. 

            In the back of my mind somewhere I realized that the Altar was once again glowing, a whitish light surrounding it and us within it, obscuring the rest of the courtyard from our view.  The chanting grew fainter until there was nothing left but the two of us on the bed, Vindictus’ fingers working their way slowly up my leg. 

            “No,” I muttered, but there was little conviction in my voice.  The king only smiled as he crawled closer to me, forcing me onto my back.  He reached out to unlock my hands from the shackles, his body poised above mine as the metal fell away. 

            Vindictus’ hands returned to my body, sliding the gown up to my hips as he straddled my legs.  In one quick movement he forced the garment up and over my head, removing the cloth completely from my body, leaving me lying beneath him clad only in my own skin. 

            The king gasped as he drank in the sight of my naked body spread out before him, my own arms moving automatically to cover myself as best as I could.  His reached out to grab hold of each wrist in his left hand, moving my arms above my head so that he could view my body at his leisure.  I squirmed beneath his gaze, a hot flush tinting my skin a light pink as his gaze raked across every inch of exposed skin. 

            His breathing had quickened to match mine as his right hand trailed from my shoulder down to my breast, his large hand grasping each breast in turn to give them a gentle squeeze.  A low moan escaped me as my back arched.  My legs were bent slightly and I could feel my own juices seeping down my thigh, the dull ache in my groin that had gone unnoticed until now suddenly flaring into an inferno of passion.

            “Mmmm, so young, so delicious.  I hate that this first time must be so quick, so painful.  This marriage must be consummated before the stroke of midnight.  But I promise I will make this up to you.  I will give you so much pleasure in the nights to come that you will beg me for rest and forgive these few moments of pain.” 

            I shuddered at his words, his voice so deep and melodic that it crossed my mind briefly that I could listen to him forever.  My own lips were parted with my heavy breathing, my small yet firm breasts rising and falling with each intake of breath.  I was scared out of my wits and yet so excited that I was once again shaking beneath him.             

            Vindictus lowered his head, his lips brushing softly against mine before pressing them hard against my mouth, his slightly forked tongue pushing its way past my lips.  I moaned again, my mouth opening up to allow him access to the dark recesses within. His tongue darted around, quickly exploring every inch of my mouth. 

            I whimpered slightly as he suddenly ended the kiss, his knees moving to nudge my legs apart.  A low rumble, something akin to a growl came from Vindictus as he positioned his body between my legs, his mouth moving to suckle at my right breast. 

            I yelped slightly at the sudden onslaught of sensations.  A line of molten fire burned its way from my nipple down to my aching center.  My back once again arched, forcing Vindictus to take more of my breast into his mouth. 

            He growled again, letting go of my wrists so he could use both hands to raise my hips towards him.  In the back of my mind I realize that something about him had changed.  The gentleness of only a few moments earlier had been replaced with a violent urgency.

            His previous words came back to me.  Suddenly those words made sense as he lifted my hips off the bed, the tip of his organ pushing against the outside folds of my labia.  Panic flooded through me as my situation grew clear in my eyes. 

            “No!” I screamed, suddenly thrashing about beneath him in an effort to wiggle away.  But Vindictus only growled at me again, his hands squeezing tightly against my skin as his nails extended to cut into my flesh.  His double set of fangs clamped down around my nipple, the teeth sinking deep into the tender flesh of my breast. 

            I screamed, throwing myself towards him.  In that second he impaled my body with his engorged member.  The head ripped quickly past the delicate layer of inner skin, Vindictus’ hips ramming hard against mine as he buried himself to the hilt inside of me. 

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PRINCE OF BLOOD AND STEEL RELEASE DAY LAUNCH AND GIVEAWAY


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Prince of Blood and Steel Synopsis:

Seth Morgan has returned home after two years spent building an alliance that will take his family’s crime syndicate to a new level in New York City’s black collar society. He expects a warm welcome as heir of the Morgan empire. He hopes to finally marry Nicolette, the woman he’s loved his whole life.

What he finds is a different world, one where his family’s legacy is in ruins. His big brother, Caleb, has changed into someone cold and bitter, plotting to overthrow their patriarch. And Nicolette, daughter of the criminal banking industry, has left the family entirely.

When a vicious misunderstanding leaves Caleb dead, Seth is left reeling. Desperate for truth, Seth is forced to turn to his only remaining cousin, Emma, for support. As he tries to mend his relationship with Nicolette, he begins a search for answers that will take him from the dirty streets to the highest reaches of their illicit empire.

Torn between the desire to protect those who mean the most to him, and a need to learn more about Caleb’s death, he grows distant to protect them. As each secret surfaces, he realizes that the only way to restore his family is to take his place at its head, and fully embrace the brutal way they live.

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Author Bio:

AJ and Nazarea became friends in a writers group. Drawn together by a love of fictional bad boys and good wine, they are best kept several states apart but rack up a ton of emails and text messages arguing plot points.

Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog.

Aj has seven tattoos, two dogs, and a bachelor’s degree in journalism.  She enjoys live music, and a diverse range of writing styles and genres.  She has been writing creatively and therapeutically since childhood.  She also supports artist collaboration and cross-media projects.  She is an advocate of experience as inspiration.  She lives and works in southern West Virginia as a bartender novelist.

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Nazarea Andrews:

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Site – http://www.nazareaandrews.com/

Blog – http://www.nazarea-andrews.blogspot.com/

Twitter – https://twitter.com/NazareaAndrews

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/pages/Nazarea-Andrews/43623123516

Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/MtHwj

A.J. Elmore

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Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Aj-Elmore-author-muse/329812783118

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MissVish

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GIVEAWAY

THIS GIVEAWAY IS AMAZING AND HAS EVERYTHING FROM A NOOK SIMPLE TOUCH TO SWAG TO E BOOKS

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CYRUS BLOG TOUR, REVIEW AND GIVEAWAY


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Title: Cyrus Cyrus (Men of Steel #2)
Author: MJ Fields
Hosted By: Romance Addict Book Blog – http://www.romanceaddictbookblog.com/
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Synopsis:
~Cyrus~
Truth
I know who I am. I’m Cyrus Steel, son, brother, uncle, friend to people I choose to bring into my life.
Truth
I could fuck up anyone I want.
Truth
I know the devastation I can and have caused.
Truth
I can’t change the past, but I have chosen how to live now.
Truth
I like to fuck, and I will do a chick better than she’s ever been done. Hard and wild. No more than three hook ups. No expectations, no one gets hurt. As long as she agrees …it’s on.
One of my favorite tattoo’s bridges the V, and it says Truth.
A constant reminder of who I was and who I am now.
~Tara~
I wasn’t sure I knew how or even if I should tell him there was no one who loved me. Tony was the last person to say those words to me and he hadn’t meant it. He just wanted to use me.
That’s what this beautiful man underneath me, showed me today. He hadn’t used me, he didn’t even know me. But he thought I was beautiful, and he was nice to me. Tony was wrong about him, and even though I never want to see him again, I wish I could tell him just how wrong he was.
Can truth be altered? Can truth be seen when walls are built for protection, for self preservation? Will self doubt and years of pain cloud two hearts from finding their truth?
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EXCERPT

Hungry –I was so fucking hungry for her sweet milk I dragged her to the bottom of the bed and threw her knees over my shoulders. She sat up and grabbed my hair, pushing her hot wet snatch harder against my face.

She was shaking all over which was kind of hot. Not this time, this shit was mine. I wrapped my arms around her legs supporting that little peach of an ass, and stood. She held on tight as I pushed her back against the wall and fucked her with my tongue and sucked her little nub until she screamed and dug into my back. Her body trembled as I continued and she began to plead for mercy. I slid that hot drenched little cunt down my face rubbing my stubble against her thighs and slowly down to the floor.

“Oh my God,” she panted.

“Birdie that was just a taste,” and I’d never tasted anything so fucking sweet in my life.

I pulled my shirt off, and her eyes looked over me. For a moment I’d forgotten she’d never seen me shirtless. Hell yeah, my body was hard but she was checking out the art. Her little fingers traced the piece on my rib and she looked up at me, “It hurts.”

I couldn’t think or speak or have any desire to explain just how bad, not now, not ever.

“A little, but you wanna know what will make it feel all better?”  I picked her little ass up and laid her down and shed my pants.

Her eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of my hard cock, yeah that’s right, fucking hung. And hell no that’s not arrogance— that’s truth. Just like it said across the V. She fingered that as well tracing the letters in awe and wonder.

“Birdie, you gonna play with my ink, or give me a little somethin’?”

A smile crept across her face as she looked up at me. I wasn’t use to this shit, this curiosity and when they say it kills the cat they’re fucking wrong, it kills the cock.

“It’s real big,” she grabbed right under the head and I groaned as the electricity of her touch pulsed throughout me.

“You wanna say hello?”

“I wanna kiss it.”

“If you’re waiting for permission, you’ve already got it, do with it what you want.”

She was killing me with the little pecks up and then back down my shaft. She looked up at me and her tongue darted out and licked from my balls to just beneath my head and then back down. I was no bitch but I am pretty fucking sure I was going to cry if she didn’t suck my tip.

She looked up at me again and smiled, “You taste good.”

And now I was gonna blow it all over her face, one more word and I was a fucking goner.

“Suck my cock Birdie,” and she did.

Her tongue circled around the tip and I knelt on the bed in front of her. Those green eyes never left mine she watched me as she went up and down my length slowly then fast and then slow again. When she sucked hollowing her cheeks and moaned on the way up I pulled back because I wasn’t about to blow my wad yet. I wanted in.

I pushed her back and sucked on her left titty and I worked it as I rubbed her drenched little pussy. She pushed against my hand slowly and I eased a finger inside her tight little twat. I was gonna have to work at this, fuck she was tight. I shoved another finger in and she cried out, “Yes.”

And her hips began to meet my hand, “Kiss me, please kiss me.”

“Fuck yeah,” I started at her tits and made my way slowly up her collar bone. And across her jaw as my fingers continued working her hard. She was softening, stretching and soaking my fucking hand. I couldn’t wait for her to put a choke hold around my cock.

She turned her head towards me and nudged my face with her nose I looked up and she grabbed my lip with her teeth. I opened and her tongue rubbed my lips, hot and sweet. I pulled back and wrapped mine around hers slowly licking her lips and then tasting her. Damn, damn, damn. She tasted as sweet here. I was licking inside her mouth: tasting her as she tasted me.

When she reached down and stroked me, asking for me, I almost wasn’t ready. Kissing her was hot as hell and I didn’t want to stop. I rolled over taking her with me, on top of me. I held one hand behind her head as I continued tasting her and I fumbled in the nightstand for a condom. I put it in without breaking the seal of our lips.

I rolled back over careful not to crush her and reluctantly pulled my mouth from hers. I wanted to hear her screaming my name when I crashed into her. Holding my body above her I rubbed my cock against the warmth of her opening and pushed slowly. I had to work real hard. But as hard as I was working to get inside her, she was working her little hips, too. Her eyes were sealed tight and her lip was between her teeth.

I bent down and kissed her, rolling my hips as I stretched her. Her hands held tight to the sides of my head as she whimpered against my mouth. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it before I just nailed her. She winced a bit and I pulled back but not too far– I was sure as hell not going to retreat now. I reached between us and felt that little ball of nerves and slowly, lightly rubbed it. She pushed against me and I swear to God I was bottoming out but when she thrust again it was so fucking hot. She moaned and whispered in my ear, “Roll over.”

I wasn’t much of a bottom guy but seeing her little ass perched on me was something I couldn’t resist.

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MY REVIEW
I was given an ARC of this book by the author in exchange for an honest review.
This is the first book by MJ Fields that I had ever read and I guarantee that it won’t be my last.  As soon as I finished this book I had to read every other book that she has published.  I loved Cyrus because it was dark, gritty, sexy and dramatic.  This is the story of Tara, a woman who has been abused and taken advantage of.  She is down and out and needs a savior.  Along comes Cyrus her knight in tarnished armor.  Their relationship and interactions were my very favorite part of this read.  Tara has been through so much and seen the darker parts of life, but still maintains her sense of innocence.  It’s this innocence that brings out the protective and alpha instincts in Cyrus.  He would and does do anything for her.  Even though their relationship is not your typical fairy tale romance, there is something so loving, sweet and romantic about this pair.  You want them to be together.  Cyrus is an alpha male and he can be domineering but he is also so sweet and tender with Tara.  He helps her to overcome her past without downplaying or trying to dismiss what she has been through.  I loved everything about this book.  It had so many layers and was a very emotional read. The writing is amazing.  You really connect with these characters.  If you enjoy dark romantic stories with flawed characters then you will definitely love Cyrus.  5 out of 5 stars.
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MJ Fields:
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I am a very new self published writer. I will tell you I have always had a very vivid imagination. Starting at age 3 (as it states in my Baby Book).
Sigma was my very first love (imaginary boyfriend). He lived about fifteen miles from my childhood home, (a farm). I took him chicken noodle soup every night on one of our families snowmobiles, (Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring). Apparently he was very ill and “Thank God” I was able to take care of him.
Next was my very first self publishing gig. At eight my cousins and I (and yes I was the president) wrote a newsletter and sold it to our family members.
Years later I decided to put it back into print to entertain my cousin as she was on an aircraft carrier on 9/11 (Kick ass cousin BTW) and very far away from home during a very scary time for our country, (protecting our butts).
Fast forward to 2012. I read 50 shades and thought, I can do that, (meaning writing). I have two complete series The Love Series, and Wrapped. I have two new series Burning Souls and Men of Steel. Ten books in 13 months. CrAzY and wonderful.
I love love! ( I would love to reference Pinks new song here, however I am not sure if that would cause copyright issues.)I also tend to enjoy watching people grow and change with self realization and moments of clarity that just sneak up behind you and smack you in the head. I love people and have always been able to see both sides of a story. Each person that comes into our life leaves us with something it is what we choose to do with it that helps us grow.
I live in central New York in the middle of nowhere and am surrounded by family and friend most the time. I run a small business out of my home and spend time reading and doing the typical Mommy things. Our house is full of pets and friends and noise ninety percent of the time, and I would have it no other way.
I love people,music, laughter, hugs, and books.
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