The Art of Seduction is Watts Beneath the Covers

SEX ED (a Hot for Teacher story)

Resplendence Publishing

Mina Lasky has a pesky crush on Biology professor, Derek Link. They’ve worked in tandem in the same University facility long enough that even the sound of his voice makes her hot. It’s time to put the fantasy to an end. Mina signs up to be his guinea pig in a female sexuality lab for those on the doctorate track. She hopes to work Derek out of her system while enjoying some much needed sexual stimulation.

Dr. Derek Link has been itching to get his hands on the quiet, sexy Chemistry professor. He can’t believe his luck when she signs up to be his lab. But one night isn’t enough and Mina won’t admit they can have something a lot more long term.

And when one of the students recognizes Mina, her heart isn’t the only thing on the line. With her career in the hands of a blackmailer, and her heart begging to trust Derek, she’s beginning to think the lab was a very bad idea.

Excerpt:

“Barry, you may begin. Touch nothing but the nipple.”

“Me?” a young male squeaked.

“For this part, yes.”

Mina found herself whimpering for relief all the same. Her body’s heightened arousal was something she’d never anticipated. But only the nipple?

Something touched it, just the tip, and disappeared. The gentle pressure returned and lightly rubbed across the bud. Mina’s breath caught.

“Now you, Henry, just the nipple.”

Logic reminded her that the Henry he was referring to was a Teaching Assistant in her own lab. She knew he had this class with Dr. Link. Her craving body demanded the touch, though, and she vowed to the Powers That Be that if he would ease the sharp point of her desire, she wouldn’t hold it against the man.

She’d never tell him and he’d never know. It would be her job if he did. This sexual game had placed her firmly outside the boundaries of intra-staff relationships, and well into the taboo of behavior shared with students.

“I’d really like to touch more, prof. Can I suck on it?”

“God, yes!” Mina cried out. She almost bit her tongue. What if he’d recognized her voice?

There was a twittering of embarrassed laughter.

“No. Distance yourself. Think only of stimulating the nipple, not the woman,” Link said. “I know she’s a feast, but we are isolating the individual responses of arousal and the physiological result of our actions to the female body, nothing more.”

Well, fuck. If she’d read the fine print a little more carefully, she might not have signed up for sex torture. Maybe she would have just stripped down and showed up at his office, instead.

Someone pinched her nipple. Hard. Mina cried out. Pain and pleasure were intimately tangled, and having nothing else to carry the stimulus save the minute explosions in her vision behind the mask, her whole focus became that single spot. And she wanted more of it.

“Are you hurt?” Link asked her.

“No,” she gasped.

“You must tell us if you are hurt by something so I can make it stop. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” she said.

“Next,” he told the class softly.

Another pinch and then her nipple was pulled, lifting her breast off her chest wall. The sensation was sharp, tingly, painful. She wanted more. Almost on top of that, a tongue bathed her other nipple, flicking over it while a few snickered and she writhed.

The humor died instantly. She could only imagine Link had silenced them.

“Look to her vagina. Do you see? Her body is aroused, slicking her labia and inner thighs. That is from the stimulation of her nipples alone.”

“Not exactly,” Mina said. The words came out before she could stop them.

“Explain,” he prompted, his voice dark, sexy.

Her body clenched in response. “It’s your voice and the people watching me splayed out for them, too.”

“Public exhibitionism excites you?” he asked.

“Almost as much as your voice,” she confessed.

“My voice excites you, then?”

“It rumbles across my skin and settles between my legs.” Confession is good for the soul.

“The experiment is biased. We’ll have to stop,” he said.

“What? No, please don’t stop,” Mina cried.

BAD BOYS, BAD BOYS

Total-E-Bound

What you gonna do when they cum for you?

A police force partner submits to his desire while under the influence of alcohol. But since neither of the men are gay, what do they do with their lurking lust?

Geo Wilson has been partnered to Mack for three years. Sharing the same muscular build, dark hair, and olive complexion, they've been dubbed 'the twins' by the department. But lately Geo's dreams have taken an erotic twist to centre around Mack.Mack values his friendship with Geo, would give his life for the man. Then one night Geo has a few too many beers and plants a kiss on him, he can't forget. He might have been able to pass it off as beer-haze except in helping Geo get back to his apartment, Mack is taken off guard by Geo's tackle and a mind-numbing blow job.

Now the partnership has to redefine itself while the criminal world continues around them. They could lose their badges, or lose each other.

Excerpt:

Mack hooked the heel of his boot on the barstool rung across the room and wrapped his long fingers around the thick shaft of his beer bottle. Geo shivered with hungry appreciation. He watched the supple stretch of buttery black leather pull taut across Mack’s shoulder blades and the lift of the bottle rim to his lips. The bottle paused midway and Mack threw back his head on a bone-vibrating laugh.

“There he is,” Will yelled, knocking his shoulder against Mack’s.

“Hey,” Mack yelled over the din of sports commentary. He lifted his bottle in the air. His coat swung open, flashing the gold-on-leather detective’s badge of the Maple Grove police department. “We were wondering where you were. What took so long?”

Geo’s lips pulled into an obligatory smile. It was nearly impossible to look Mack in the eye after the graphic sex dreams he’d been having about him for the last week. One had brought him to full wakefulness, belting out Mack’s name as his body convulsed in orgasm.

Crap of it was, he couldn’t exactly avoid him. Geo fingered his own badge, looped through his belt. Finding another man attractive made Geo gay, he supposed. Finding his fellow detective attractive, made it complicated. Gay partners. Sounded like a redundancy, but Geo didn’t think Mack or the other detectives would find it as amusing. Hell, he didn’t find it amusing, just incredibly erotic. Pulling himself together, Geo pasted a smile on his face and ploughed through the bar’s smoky dimness as though he walked against a stiff wind.

“Covey case,” he said when he reached Mack and Will.

Mack shot him an asking look. “What could have happened in the twenty minutes since I left the office?”

He did lift the bottle to his lips this time, and Geo stole a glance at the hard amber glass pressing his partner’s mouldable lips. The rolled rim of the bottle resembled the flared head of a thick cock. Unavoidably, he imagined the firm, full lips pressed to the tip of his dick, sipping the mushroom head as he came in ball-wrenching spurts. His gut clenched on the image. His brain desperately wanted to return everything to normal. The way it was before he grew sexually aware of his partner. Geo slid his hands into his pockets to cover his physical reaction but couldn’t tear his eyes off Mack’s throat. It worked over each swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath silky tanned skin. Geo broke into a cold sweat.

“Chief wants a ’round the clock stakeout with Douglas and Nix.” Hours of sitting, alone, with Mack in a dark car. Not touching but wanting to and not really wishing to explore why touching Mack was fast becoming an obsession.

Fucking torture.

CLAIMED BY DARKNESS

Jasmine-Jade Publishing

After twelve years of friendship, Damien is sure he has found The Keeper, the savior of the vampire race, in human form. The werewolves have a prophesy of their own, and like Damien, they believe that Dr. Wolfrik Usher is their long awaited answer.

Rik's long-avoided attraction to Damien shifts into high gear when the sexual and physical demand of being a changeling wolf besiege his weakened inhibitions. And Damien isn’t sure he can resist the man, meant to be savior. Coming out on top has a whole new meaning as they fight their own biases in the midst of a species war. Whether the physical or sexual battle prevails, they will they embrace the darkness or be claimed in its embrace?

Excerpt:

“Bite me,” Rik commanded softly.

“You lost a lot of blood. Biting you would serve no purpose except as a sexual experiment.” Damien growled. “You will be feeling enough discomfort as the were virus takes hold.”

Rik leaned forward. “I feel fine. Weres have healing properties too, don’t they?” At Damien’s reluctant nod, Rik continued. “Then bite me.”

Damien rose to his feet. The temptation was too great for him to stay in the same room. Rik’s eyes seemed to glow with an inner light. It made Damien pause to look again. Could he be changing so quickly? He turned from his human friend and walked to the door.

It was more instinct than sound which had Damien spinning as Rik pounced on him, throwing Damien against the wall. Rik grabbed his shirt front and snarled in his face. Were-yellow overlaid his blue eyes until they glowed fathomlessly green. Rik was turning faster than usual.

“Bite me.” Rik’s voice dropped to dark tones unlike his natural speaking voice. Like warmed velvet, it wrapped around Damien, and called to his soul.

Damien flashed his fangs in warning. He was already dancing on the edge of sexual predation. “I’m not fucking biting you, Rik. If I bite you now I’m going to fuck your brains out.” He shoved Rik off him, surprised by the unnatural strength in the man. Rik should be passed out or weak, not shifting and careless.

Rik caught his footing and charged again. This time he went for Damien’s throat. Damien deflected, barely. He hissed. Rolling, he pinned Rik to the closed bedroom door. A low growl rumbled from Rik’s throat.

Rik didn’t move but he eyed Damien warily as he drew his face close. “I’d. Fuck. You,” Damien said slowly, making sure Rik understood exactly what the dilemma was.

The were-human’s eyes went wild. “Fucking fuck me already, fucker.”

Damien considered it for a moment. Rik’s cock pressed its swollen length to his abdomen and as Damien debated taking Rik, finally, Rik’s cock pulsed. Damien groaned as every memory of tasting him secondhand flooded his senses. Rik’s pheromones were heady, his erection prepared for a thorough sucking. God, Damien wanted to. He wanted to take that length in his mouth, bite down and bring him off as Rik shot down his throat.

Instead he stepped away. “You don’t want that. You think you do but you’d be pissed when you returned to normal.”

Rik swiped out curled fingers, angrily scoring Damien’s chest. “Don’t tell me what I want, vampire.”

His chest stung from the strike. Damien leaped the distance. Holding Rik’s head roughly to the side, Damien dragged his teeth over Rik’s neck, teasing him. Slowly, he touched the tips to his artery, giving Rik a second to reconsider. Damien’s chest squeezed with need. His cock jerked and Damien sank into his neck.

Rik’s guttural cry of pleasure washed over Damien and he released Rik’s head to do as he chose. Damien didn’t expect Rik to bury on hand in his hair, to hold him in place against his neck. He didn’t expect Rik’s other hand to reach inside Damien’s jeans, wrapping his fingers around his aching penis. Damien shuddered with need. His Rik wanted him.

As a writer, I'm rather experimental. I enjoy the challenges of new plots as well as testing the limits of established ideas. It was for this reason that I first attempted an erotic romance with two male heroes. Well, that, and I'd read a few and firmly believed that not all gay men are flamboyant. Like most women, I prefer a strong, directed alpha male. I wanted to know what would happen when two alphas collided in a romantic accident of fate. When neither male is the sort who asks directions and insists he is not only right, but more right than the other, who gives in first?

I can manipulate two men--every woman's dream, yes?--and force them to face their fears head on. Whether that is an unexpected attraction to another male, or a man's inability to forget the heroine of his dreams, the romantic experiment is mine. The experiment is not limited. I explore all relationships, plumb the depths of the heart, and pull out the secret yearnings.

Men loving men. Men loving women. It's open season. I want to explore feelings, raw erotic awakenings, in a way social statutes don't permit. In the realm of fiction, there are no boundaries. Loving someone soul-deep means boundaries fade away. It means love might require the length of a plot to realize you've found the right one. It is the Romeo and Juliet of old--falling for the wrong person who is ever so right, for you.

In this tradition, I push same sex boundaries and taboo relationships in the mortal world and the paranormal. A werewolf and a vampire cannot get along but cannot stay apart... a frail human can destroy the threads of a shredding genus and a creature of the night cannot deny his mate... the children of a fairy and a mortal are claimed by neither realm, but find their home in the midst of magical sabotage... and police detectives buck protocol to cross the barrier between professional partnership to claim the lover they were meant to have.

For a time, let me remove your burdens. Sit back, enjoy, because the art of seduction is Watts beneath the covers. And it's all for you.