Monday, August 24, 2015

Kiss of the Incubus

by C.J. Harwin


An incubus who feeds off the sexual desires of others, Roth de Lis has never been denied the pleasure of a woman’s body...until now. Lilah, once a warrior maiden in the service of a goddess, languishes on Earth after being cast out from the slopes of Mount Olympus.

Lilah will do anything to return home to Olympus, including betraying Roth. As she spins her web of lies, Roth begins a slow, wicked seduction that eventually threatens to consume them both. But when Lilah’s deceit comes to light, will their torrid love affair be able to overcome a pact with the darkest of gods?



Roth made his way back through the VIP room and into the dance area. Half a dozen women had approached him before he could make it to the door, slipping him phone numbers he’d never use and telling him names he didn’t care to know. One in particular got a little too frisky, trying to corral him into a kiss before he gently set her aside and continued making his way out.

He was only interested in one woman’s kiss, but Lilah had decided he wasn’t worth her time. And she’s right. Roth knew he didn’t have anything to offer one such as her, but he wanted her all the same. Want her. The incubus echoed his thoughts back to him, as if it were puzzling over the same riddle—how to make her… What? Make her love me? Impossible.

The hope at such a fairy tale died in his breast as he remembered how she’d turned from him after he revealed his terrible secret. He’d done so much to so many that he would forever be tainted. The incubus would never leave. To do so meant death for the both of them. She was repulsed by his evil, as she should be.

He would have sighed had he been the sort, but instead he pushed out the front doors, nearly breaking them off their hinges. He noted his empty car with a total lack of surprise. Lilah had a problem following directions, as he well knew. Her bullheaded nature made him smile to himself.

The he saw her. She stood as if frozen, somehow dumbstruck as a male slung his arm around her and groped her ass.

In an instant, Roth decided he would kill the male for touching her, but first he would make him suffer.


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C.J. Harwin is an author of steamy romance novels that spring from myth and
imagination. Accompanied by her family and an embarrassing number of pets, she lives in a Southern town watched over by the god of the forge. An attorney by day, she spends her nights crafting tales of ghouls and gods, mortals and minions, and heroines and the heroes who love them.

Twitter: @cjharwin


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Sunday, August 23, 2015

Sexually Explicit Excerpt of Dark Menace MC

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Suddenly her mouth was pliable and returning my kiss. Her submission got to me like nothing else. I applied more pressure, pushing Rachel deeper into the bed, grinding my mouth with mounting lust. Releasing the grip I had on her hair, I grasped both of her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. I let my other hand trail down her body, pausing long enough to pinch her nipples before continuing lower and cupping her pussy.

Fucking hell, she was already wet.

She moaned and raised her hips, as if seeking more pressure.

I pulled back slightly. “You want to come again, sweetheart?” I could see the answer in her smoky eyes, but I also knew that Rachel was just stubborn enough to deny what she wanted. To urge her to respond I nudged aside the thin silk that was covering her sex, and flicked the tip of my finger over her mound.

She remained obstinately silent. I stuck my tongue out and licked her swollen lips. “Tell me what you want, baby.” I parted the seam at her entrance and slowly ran my finger up and down, until slipping inside to her labia. The soft, spongy flesh was saturated with slick cream. I growled, knowing that I had to have a taste.

Without hesitation I moved down her body and jerked off her panties. She cried out when my mouth zeroed right in on her wet pussy. I smashed my face against her, and buried my tongue as deep as it would go. Fuck, she was dripping cream and I was determined to get it all. The musky scent, her taste, jacked up my libido, and I began dry humping the bed. I worked my tongue like a cock, and used my fingers against her rock-hard little clit.

Rachel twisted and squirmed as I was determined to get her off. I was vaguely aware of her heavy panting, the soft sighs that told me where she was in her climb to release. When they began to get louder and closer together I slid my hands under her ass, gripped the fleshy cheeks tightly, and lifted her up. The different angle allowed me to slip two fingers inside her and focus on her G-spot, while I lavished attention to her clit with my tongue. I knew it wouldn’t take her long, and it didn’t.

“Fuuuck!” she exploded.

Seconds later, Rachel’s hands were clenching in my hair as she screamed out her release. Several growls rumbled in my throat. I quickly replaced my fingers with my tongue, letting her cream coat it. I was a greedy bastard, and wanted it all. Fuck, as heaven melted on my thrusting tongue I almost lost it, but no fucking way was I going to waste another load outside her body. Now was her time though, and I was loath to pull away. As her movements slowed down, I began to lap her labia and outside pussy lips.

She twitched, and the hands in my hair attempted to push me away. I grinned around the tasty scent of her cunt, not ready to give up. I wanted every drop of her cream, and having her at my mercy kept me turned-on.

“I can’t,” she stopped to suck in air, “take anymore!” Lifting my head, I glanced at her over her pelvic bone. She was looking down at me, her face flushed and her eyes still showing signs of desire. “Please—”

There was a loud knock at the door. “What?” I snarled at the interruption. All I could think about was getting my dick wet inside Rachel’s tight pussy.


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Friday, August 21, 2015

Never Before Posted!

Excerpt of Kiss Me!, this month's book focus.

Emma caught her breath, recognizing Mike the second she heard the deep timbre of his sexy voice. He made a hunky Zorro, dressed all in black in a costume that fit his tall, powerful body like it was tailored especially for him. She’d seen him watching her while she crossed the room, ignoring him on purpose because she hadn’t wanted to encourage any unwelcome attention. Now that she knew who he was, she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

He was what dreams were made of, the handsome hero disguised in a black mask, his steely eyes doing all his talking for him as he leaned insolently against the table with that wolfish grin. The bad boy every woman secretly yearns for. He had to know how he affected women with his mysterious presence. Goodness, she all but placed her hand over her pounding heart. What was wrong with her? It took effort to remind herself he was married.

She was about to step away when a dancer bumped into her backside, causing her to fly directly into Mike’s arms. “Oh!” she gasped, throwing her head back to meet his eyes just as his strong hands curled around the fleshy part of her arms, catching her against him. Their bodies were flush, and suddenly it seemed like they were sharing every breath, every heart beat as they stared intently into each other’s eyes.

Emma felt warm heat spread throughout her body, a heat that had nothing to do with the hot disco lights glaring overhead. Time seemed to stand still. She couldn’t pull her gaze away from his, too caught up in the spell of the moment and feeling way too much in his strong arms, experiencing way too much sensation against his hard body. She was old enough to realize the flow of heat pooling in the lower half of her body was the result of sharp and instant arousal. She tried to ignore the tingling in her nipples as they tightened against his chest, wetting her lips to issue an apology. However, the only thing that came out was a noise that sounded very much like a purr of surrender, a sound of betrayal if she ever heard one.

“Mike,” she began, in a breathless tone that revealed her emotions. She was unable to finish, her body trembling on a sudden wave of weakness. Certain her knees were going to give way, she struggled to put the brakes on the obvious signs of what being in his arms was doing to her. “Please…” she began, intending to ask him to let her go, but there was no denying the invitation she heard in her own voice.

Mike’s eyes darkened with desire; he didn’t want to let Emma go. He’d known he was attracted to her from the start, but he wasn’t prepared for the instant results she produced every time she touched him in some way. Even innocently, only this was hardly innocent. He felt every inch of her. His hands tightened around her arms, a low groan locking in his throat.

The very air around them seemed electrified. He didn’t want to feel the attraction, yet he was powerless to push her away. Instead, he was acting like an adolescent discovering what sex was all about for the first time. Hell, he was breaking out in a sweat! Her sweet scent and softness was more than any mortal could bear.

Glancing down was his undoing. Her lovely breasts, crushed against him, were all but spilling out of their scant covering. The breath hissed from his lungs, lust shooting a direct path for his aching groin. Releasing a low growl of denial, he felt himself turning hard, and realized he should set her away from him at once. But she felt too damn good right where she was. As if she belonged there.

The sensible part of his brain told Mike to distance himself now, before things went too far. Yet he held Emma tighter. Then it occurred to him that if he wasn’t going to turn her loose, he couldn’t very well continue to hold her without a justifiable reason. “Let’s dance,” he barked in a less than friendly tone.

Surprise registered on her face but he didn’t give her a chance to turn him down. He dragged her onto the dance floor, crushing her against him as they began to sway to the music. A giggle escaped Emma almost immediately, causing him to frown. The music blaring through the room was a lively, upbeat tune. Not particularly to his tastes but it allowed him to keep her close. The couples brave enough to dance to it were nothing but a blur of activity near them, spinning around the room like tops out of control.

“You think this is funny?” he questioned gruffly, a little put out by her misplaced sense of humor. An aroused man was like an angry bear. Didn’t she know that? Course, he wasn’t making things easier by keeping her in his arms.

Maybe he had made up his mind to get his kid raised and out of school before pursuing personal interests but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the foreplay, the forbidden excitement. The new excited rush of what could be. It didn’t have to lead anywhere, did it?

He gave up trying to find a place to put his hands that didn’t end up on naked flesh, finally settling for the curve of Emma’s hips. She placed her hands on his shoulders naturally, drawing her body closer to his. Before Mike realized what he was doing, his hands slowly rose to her waist and above, halting beneath the swell of her breasts. It was a move he was going to pay for. He tried to halt the sudden rush rolling through his blood but it wasn’t fast enough to keep his senses from going into overdrive.