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In honor of Check Out's Feb 8th, 2010 release date I've got two steamy excerpts to share today. Check out is available for
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Blurb:
Hardcore punk rocker Jennifer's been exiled from her safe, far away college back to her small town. The trouble started when she was caught having sex with her college adviser, Paul---by the Dean of Students. All she wants to do is damn the man and the trouble has just kept coming. She's forced by her socialite parents to work the night shift in her local grocery store while feigning off come-on's from customers and a circa 1950's boss.
But things get more complicated when Paul comes back into town for a little stop-and-shop. Jennifer is forced to confront their growing master/slave relationship and the mounting feelings she's been harboring all summer. Meanwhile, Paul the good ol' boy whose grown up playing football and exuding charm is ready to put Jennifer's smart little mouth to work. All she wants is for him to stay. But he won't take anything from her without a price.
Excerpt:
“I need a pack of cigarettes.”
I already knew the brand he smoked. I had them in my hands in seconds, transferring them over the counter for his inspection. His cold hand clamped down over mine and it made me sigh with a mix of anticipation and disappointment. I pulled myself away before he could do any more damage and promised myself an orgasm later when I could get the chance to lock the girl's bathroom door. The cigarette pack was still in my hand. An idea whispered through my skull. I could have him back if only for a moment. All I had to do was be myself.
“I need identification, Paul.”
“You...what?”
“Identification. For your cigarettes, it's state law here. If I don't check it I'll get fired.”
I knew I wouldn't get fired. I just couldn't watch him move away from me as the ache in my pussy grew worse, untouched. I pushed the only button I had left and watched his eyes smolder and bore into me with his anger. I knew what was coming next. I had baited it.
“What the fuck, Jennifer? Are you serious? You know how old I am!” He hissed under his breathe.
He was close to me now. Hovering over the counter-top with his hands spread apart. They were larger than I remembered. It formed a lump in my throat. I could smell the mint on his breathe. Feel the clothe of his shirt as it rubbed against my wrist. A faint pounding in my head. I twirled my pink hair around my finger feigning disinterest. Leaning against the counter so my v-neck shirt gave him a good view of my ample cleavage.
“ID. Please. Sir.” Each word soft and slow.
I smirked and smacked my lips together trying to look as innocent as possible when his hands plunged down to the sides of my shirt collar and lifted me from the ground. I dangled like a helpless rag doll. A secret laughter bubbled up inside me from his angry touch. The feel of his now warm hands on either side of my neck made my pulse quicken, mouth dry. My fingers roamed over the crotch of my pants. I giggled in relief as he pulled me against the counter so hard I knew my hip bones would bruise in the morning. He flicked his tongue over my lips. The light sensation undid me at the seams and my body shuddered in his grip. A gasp that made the lines he was tracing on my upper lip cold, sensual.
Then he was kissing me, pulling at my lips with his teeth as the distant rip of fabric pulled me back to a solid reality. He, with help from gravity, had torn the collar off my polo shirt. I was back on my feet, his arms around my waist, a solid immoveable force.
Blurb:
Everyone knows "that guy" at a party. The man who hits on innocent women all night with all the moves in the world but he just screams sleaze. Marcia goes to her friend's parties specifically to teach these men a lesson. She see's her mark from across the room and outwits him in confidence and speed, then she takes him to bed with her to earn and learn some respect for females everywhere.
At a Halloween party she's met her match, a gorgeous player that just doesn't know when no means no. He's the perfect specimen for an experiment dealing with a lose of control, and he's going to be her lab rat for the night. Marcia takes her dominatrix duties by night as seriously as she takes her lover's. There is always room for reform.
What unfolds is a searing session in BDSM that whips her one night stand into shape and right into Marcia's arms. He is caressed with pain, as well as want, from a woman who opens his eyes to the power of female sexuality. Rounds of sexual gauntlets and consent join these two together in their lesson on gender balance. Tip the scales and bend over boyfriend.
Excerpt:
My scalp had already started tingling from the tinsel wig when cocky boy got in over his head. His hands spanned the nice ass of a girl in bunny ears in front of him. Short brown hair curled out, that must have taken time, and a sprite form. She was packing a push-up bra underneath all that wire and mesh holding her in--complete with tail. I giggled at my small inner joke and heads careened towards me from different directions around me. Ignoring them I watched the muscular jaw work over nothing, a nervous gesture I was sure, while his fine hands traveled along her ass. She didn't slap him but her pink lined mouth nearly dropped to the floor like an Elf ready to give Santa a blow job. It would have made me laugh but right now it made my breathing tight. The girl looked like she would cry, as if these kind of advances along her ass were new. I could see her green eyes well up from here.
I couldn't do it. My hand gripped his wrist and wrenched upwards. His skin slicker than I had imagined, almost feminine in it's softness. The juice from the peppermint glittering behind his teeth met my nose as he scrambled to get me off him.
“Excuse me? What the fuck, lady!”
Not the formal protest I was expecting but it would do with his arm struggling under my tight gaze. I watched the hairless forearm twist before letting him go and shooing the little girl away from the punch table. She bounded away in her bunny suit every bit scared shitless.
“You're a turn-off tonight.” I drawled and leaned against the buffet table. The feeling of cold metal leaking into latex encasing my waist.
“I don't get you! Where do you come off doing that?”
“I'd do it again. She didn't like you.”
“We were getting to know each other better.” He gave me a look that said he bought into the lie. Pathetic.
“You're pathetic.” I was never one to mince my words around strangers
“You're a bitch, fuck you!”
White neckband of his collar arched out from his beef head neck and I could hear his rasped breathing. I gave him a solid once-over. The tan on his skin had started to fade sharply at the corners making me think fake. Bleached- blonde gel tresses float over his fierce brown brows. It smelled like pineapple as I moved closer, our heads almost level with one another. He was skinny. Nice arms, thickly developed, good for cable rope lining his wrists. The brown eyes narrowed during my assessment. I gave him no time for a retort.
“What's your number?”
Now it was his turn to gape. The hard candy fell out of his mouth and almost hit my forehead to which I quirked an eyebrow before pilfering a sharpie from my purse. The green little marker sat in the fake cauldron I had been toting around all night. I offered an arm now free of turpentine smelling green paint.
“Number.” It wasn't a question. His bluff was called.
He scrawled several babyish squiggles along my arm, shoved the pen in the top of my outfit at my breasts, and shuffled off looking defeated. I watched the way his ass moved in the black priest pants and my pussy clenched at the chiseled submission and secret promise.
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