Here is the
blurb for you all to give you a flavour.
Leah and Jess have been friends for
years, and having set up business together, they are even more aware of the
need to keep things strictly professional. However all that changes after one drunken
dare leads them to discover unbelievable passion. Who
knew when friends become lovers the result would be so explosive and life
altering, even if things seem different in the cold light of day. Can two
friends face the truth and find happiness or was it a dare too far?
Ready for a
little taste?
Leah
sat shocked as Jess threw herself into an impromptu sexy routine. She began
with seductive hip swinging. She threw her head down in front of Leah, and then
quickly back so her golden locks fell messily around her face. Oh hell, she looked so hot.
Next
came a slow unbuttoning of her shirt and Jess took her time in revealing a
purple lace bra holding those full breasts in place.
Leah
took a gulp of wine not believing her eyes.
Jess
grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together as the song continued with its
sensual lyrics.
Leah licked her lips, wanting to lick those
fulsome breasts.
Jess took hold of the chair nearest to Leah.
Standing on it, she began to unbuckle her belt, which she threw dramatically across
the bar.
Leah's
mouth went dry at the vision of pure sex on legs in front of her. Moisture
leaked from her pussy, wetting her panties. She leaned forward in her chair.
The movement created friction against her pussy. The vision before her combined
with the spinning light, sensual music, and the friction of the chair was
driving her to the brink of orgasm.
Jess
grabbed her crotch and rubbed the area, biting her lip and closing her eyes.
She began to unzip her jeans slowly, not taking her eyes off Leah.
That
eye-to-eye contact sent shivers of arousal through Leah, but the combination of
actions caused the sexy blonde bombshell to lose her balance. Suddenly Leah saw
Jess tumble. She shot out of her seat, but she was too late to catch Jess, who
hit the floor.
"Oh
my God. Are you okay, Jess?" Leah looked down at her friend, who lay with
eyes closed and body motionless. Panic rising inside her, she looked round to
see where her phone was to call an ambulance.
Suddenly
the other woman erupted into a fit of giggles, much to Leah's relief.
"Seriously,
Jess, I thought you hit your head or something!" Leah moaned, letting relief wash over her now
that she realized her friend wasn’t hurt. Her heartbeat was just returning to
normal.
Jess
held out her hand to Leah. Their fingers meshed together and Jess pull her down
to the floor.
As blue eyes held her own, Leah knew her
breathing had become uneven. Was this the
dream she had longed to come true for so long? The club was silent. The
track had finished. The disco lights spun, a shower of multi-colored lights
creating a magical space around them.
Leah
lowered her head down. It was a now or never moment. She looked at her friend
with her halo of golden hair spread around her. She looked like an angel on the
midnight floor.
Jess' eyes softened the closer she got. Leah's
lips hovered over hers. She licked them slowly before kissing Jess
passionately. She felt Jess' hands in her hair, holding their lips together. She wants this as much as I do. Leah
stroked Jess' hair while her other hand went to her breast, squeezing and
massaging.
Jess
spread her legs under Leah and wrapped them around her, drawing her closer.
Leah
ground her hips into Jess, enjoying the friction. She pinched a nipple,
eliciting a groan from the woman beneath her. She moved from her lips to her
neck, licking and biting the delicate skin down to her breasts. She sucked the
hardened nipple though the lace and Jess' moans became louder, her hands
holding the back of Leah's head to her breast.
Leah
took her time enjoying the body she had longed to make love to. Her pussy was
wet, but she wanted to focus on Jess' needs not her own. She went from one
nipple to the other before pulling the bra up to reveal full breasts with pink,
wet nipples. She squeezed the breasts together, drawing both nipples into the
center, then licked a trail from one to another.
Jess
squirmed under her, gasping with each lick.
Leah
kissed down her flat stomach to her hips. Her zipper was halfway down so Leah
unzipped it completely, revealing matching lace undies. She pulled at the
jeans.
Jess
sat up a little to help ease them off, removing her shirt and bra at the same
time.
She
lay down and Leah drank in the sight of her creamy skin, pink in places where
she had sucked or gently bitten. She buried her head between Jess' legs, and
she found the lace was wet with the other woman's juices. Leah sucked her clit
through the lace, enjoying the taste of her.
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Blurb
Essen is out for revenge, and exotic dancer Romy is his target. After the struggle for control of the Gateway between the human world and the supernatural world brings tragedy, this Guardian Demon will stop at nothing to get what he wants: retribution! From the moment they first meet, sparks fly between them, and they cannot deny the connection they have, even if she seems to be hiding her true identity. But how is this possible when they are from two different worlds? Can their love overcome the tormented history that divides them? When Romy is kidnapped, Essen must face his true feelings before it's too late.
Excerpt
She slowly walked across to the sound system
and chose a track to dance to. Sometimes customers liked to choose their own
music, but he had not done so. She selected R. Kelly's "Ignition."
The beat kicked in, and Romy dropped her hip to the right, stepped back, and
dropped her hip to the left. She swung round with her hands on her breasts,
eyes half-closed, and really got into it. The music took over; she gyrated her hips
toward him, and she slid her hands up and down her body. She wove her body back
around to him and bent forward, giving him a great view of her ass as she
brought her hands up to separate her cheeks and quickly let go. Spinning around
again, she bounced to the music, knowing her breasts were the star of the show
for this bit. She let her hands wander between her legs and into her black
panties before moving her hand out and pinging the elastic.
The whole time she maintained as much eye
contact as she could. Licking her lips often and moving forward, she put her
breasts as close as she could without touching. Turning around she placed her
hands on his legs and felt firm thighs. She sat in his lap and ground her ass
into his obvious erection. The movements were meant to arouse the customer into
paying for more time. Some even climaxed, which was why there were tissues and
wipes under the table. This time she found herself lost to the music, and the
contact with his jeans-clad cock sent jolts throughout her body. She touched
herself in time with the rhythm, getting aroused as the heat between them rose.
Romy had never felt so good dancing for anyone before.
This was when some customers lost control and
tried to make a grab. So she got up and strutted to the door. She spun on the
spot and spread her arms, draping herself across the door, swinging her hips so
her ass was rubbing against the wood behind her. The rubbing action caused him
to shift his position. She knew he was trying to make his hard cock more
comfortable in his jeans. His blues eyes sparkled, and she could see he was
clenching his jaw; his hands were fisted at his sides. She danced closer to the
door, hips swinging, ass at all angles, and breasts squeezed together. The
track went into fade, and Romy gradually stopped, smiling her "were you
happy with that" smile, and stood still.
That had been amazing; she had never felt so
alive, so eager to show herself to a man before. He stood up slowly. Then he
walked over to her, his movements that of a prowling animal. The bulge in his
trousers was obvious. Romy took a step back and hit the door, and she gulped.
He was huge next to her; in her heels she stood at five feet ten inches, but he
was well over six feet with huge shoulders, blond, shoulder-length hair, and a stubbled
chin. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a few notes, and hooked
them into her red lace bra. That brief touch sent sparks through, her straight
to her clit. He was so close; she could feel his warmth and longed to be closer
still. He took a deep breath as though he were inhaling her scent, and she
groaned inwardly.
Leaning forward he said, "Thank you,
Romy."
His hot breath fanned her neck. She gazed up at
him. How did he know my name?
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Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but
this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW.
Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do
it too. Now she loves writing!
She has teenage children and a husband, who
also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has
time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as
her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth
of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.
Michaela is a
multi-published author with Breathless Press, Evernight Publishing and a
self-published anthology with authors from The Nuthouse Scribblers.
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