WIP Wednesday

OK, so I came home from Fandom Fest the other day and had this RABID idea for a story.  Right now its called Masquerade and its a m/f/m menage story.  I’ve been crazy about writing it, like producing thousands of words in a day, which isn’t like me at all.  Well today and yesterday I kind of lost my momentum, but I think it may have just returned.  Take a look at the little excerpt and do tell me what you think.  Unless of course you want to tell me it sucks, in which case… just keep it to yourself.

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He stood there motionless, staring up at her as if he’d been waiting.  As she descended the staircase, she could see that he was tall and solidly built with closely cut hair.  He was wearing a mask, so she couldn’t see his face, but his eyes seemed to pierce from behind it.  His suit was formal, solid black save for the blinding white shirt beneath his jacket.  As she reached the bottom of the stairs, he offered his arm and smiled warmly.  “We’ve been expecting you.”

“I wish I could say the same,” she stammered, taking his arm and allowing him to lead her into the room.

He chuckled softly.  “You might be surprised at how well we know you.”

“You don’t even know my name.”

“It’s true,” he continued, taking her on a twisting path through the crowd which barely noticed their passing.  “Its one of our rules here.  No names.  No identity.  Its always a masquerade ball.”

“And where is here, dare I ask?  Or is that one of the rules too?”  Blythe stared up at him, trying to discern some familiarity from what she could see of his face beneath the mask he wore.

He leaned in, whispering softly against her ear.  “A place to get lost.  A place to do what you will and have whatever your evil little heart desires.”  She inhaled deeply, taking in the spicy musk of him as his skin brushed against hers.  “A virtual garden of forbidden pleasures,” he purred, pulling her against him as they began to sway in time with the haunting music that swirled around them.

“I think I like this place already,” she sighed, leaning into him so that she could feel his warmth against her body.  His arms went around her waist and she could feel the strength in them.  The muscles in his chest were hard against her soft ones, save for the hardening buds of her nipples.  Just his voice, his subtle movements had already made her break out in gooseflesh all along her arms and across the exposed center of her chest.

“You’re shivering.  Do I intimidate you?” he asked, twirling her into the center of the crowd.  Streaks of colors and light blurred together, making her dizzy as he pulled her around the floor.  Voices and laughter pounded in her ear and everything looked larger than life.  For a moment she wondered if perhaps she’d been drugged in some way.  Everything was too bright, too vivid… too much.  She sighed and fell limp into the masked stranger’s embrace, letting him pull her this way and that
in the rag doll dance.

“I don’t know what to think…” she murmured.

“Then don’t.”  He dipped her low and placed a burning kiss in the center of her chest.  “Only feel your way through, love.”  With that he jerked her upright again, crushing her tight against his chest and nearly knocking the breath from her lungs.  “Ask yourself—what do you want?  What is your darkest desire?”  Tangling his hands in the bun at the back of her neck, he pulled her head roughly to one side, breathing hot against the delicate skin of her neck.  “A rough lover that will take you hard and fast, marking your body with bruises to help you remember?”  He bit down on the soft flesh just over her jugular until she gave a little shriek and then soothed it with gentle sweeps of his tongue and lips.  “Or perhaps a slow and sensual fuck that seems to be some never ending dream?”  His hands slid down her spine to rest on the curve of her ass left open by the silken dress.

“Do I have to choose?” she sighed, rubbing her cheek against his and reveling in the friction between their skin.

He smiled wickedly, dipping her low again until the room turned upside down.  “That’s the spirit, love.”

Hump Day Hotness….

As promised, I’m working on being a good little author and giving you just a little bite of naughty to get you through your workday.  Today’s selection is from my new novel, currently in submissions— Beast of Burden….. enjoy…..

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“You can feel me?” Sascha asked, desperate to understand.

“Of course.  When I close my eyes and quiet my thoughts–I can feel your heart beating.  Hear yourbreath.  Smell your scent.  It’s how I found you in the forest.”

She rose as he spoke, limping slightly to close the space between them. “How?”

“I wish I knew,” he whispered.  “But never doubt it.”  He turned to face her when he felt her cool hand upon his shoulder.  “Our souls are entwined, Sascha.  And no matter how long you live, or how many lives you traverse–” His words weakened her and she stumbled on her wounded ankle, but he caught her easily, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body against his.  “I will always find you.”  Tangling his hand in the mussed curls at the back of her head, he tipped her mouth upwards to meet his in an
insistent kiss.  At first she tried to pull away, not knowing how to react, but he held her fast, not letting her escape.  And when he teased her mouth open with his tongue and delved inside, she found that escape was the farthest thing from her mind.  She let him in eagerly, instinct taking over and letting their tongues play together in a sensual dance
that left her panting his name.  “You are my mate,” he growled, licking his lips.

“Yes,” she sighed, dizzy with his closeness and intoxicated by his taste that still lingered on her tongue.  He loosened his hold on her a little and she stepped backward to clear her head.  She quickly discovered the extent of her injury as a shooting pain shot from her ankle all the way to her thigh when she put her weight down.  She gasped through clenched teeth and nearly went down on her knees.  He caught her just in time, gathering her into his arms and lifting her off her feet.  “Your mate,” she sighed, her head swimming as he turned.

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So what do you think??  Too much? Not enough?  How about that Cianan Marek?? Rawwrrr….