Author Archives: A. M. Griffin

About A. M. Griffin

Writer of sci-fi romance and erotica and other nasty books.

@amgriffinbooks #LovingDangerously Cover Reveal

Dangerously His

It’s about that time that I show you all the next sexy cover for my #LovingDangerously series. As always, the cover gods have blessed me with a sexy man with equally sexy abs. Let’s all give thanks to the EC cover gods.

I wouldn’t share the cover without giving you a little taste of what’s inside:

Justin Blake a.k.a JB has never wanted anything or anyone so badly in his life. Saia Xochis is
the perfect female for him. She wants him just as much as he wants her. The
problem? She’s expected to bond with a warrior king who loves war just as much
as he loves gold. The other problem? She’s Taio’s little sister.

But since when has the possibility of death and dismemberment ever stopped him before?

If you haven’t read the other three books in the series feel free to pick them up!


Dangerously Mine on Kindle

Dangerously Yours

Dangerously Yours on Kindle

Dangerously Hers

Dangerously Hers on Kindle

Categories: cover reveal | Tags: , , , , | 2 Comments

Sci-fi with Sizzle Tour @amgriffinbooks @cynthiasax @carabristol @lowriter

Sci-Fi with Sizzle Tour
Scifi w sizzle button

Tour long Giveaway:
Grand: $75 in GC’s ($25 for ARe and $50 for Amazon or B&N)
1st: $25 Loose ID GC and Lolita Lopez swag pack
2nd: $25 Amazon and A.M. Griffin swag pack

Dates: 12/1/2013 through 12/31/2013
a Rafflecopter giveaway

Bio: savedbyvenom_msr
I’m just your everyday dirty-book-writing mama. I live in Texas with my Viking throwback husband and a mischievous preschooler. You can find me online at and on Facebook ( My newsletter ( provides updates on new releases, free reads and other cool stuff.

I also write scorching hot romances with a dash of suspense and plenty of sexy tattooed bad boys as Roxie Rivera( including the bestselling Her Russian Protector series and the Fighting Connollys trilogy.

Grabbed, Book Three
To escape her father’s debt to a loan shark, Dizzy seeks refuge in the upcoming Grab. She’d rather belong to one of those terrifying sky warriors from the battleship Valiant than to the sleazy criminal who wants her as his plaything.
The years of constant war haven’t been kind to highly decorated sniper Venom. Only the promise of earning a wife kept him going through deadly battles. Catching and collaring Dizzy fills him with incredible hope. Finally he has a woman of his own, a mate to love—and bind and adorn with his ropes.
After a brazen Splinter attack, the Shadow Force uncovers secrets about Dizzy’s late mother that entangle her in a web of deceit. To save Venom, her father and an operative named Terror, Dizzy digs deep and risks it all.
Venom refuses to stand idly by while Dizzy’s haunted past threatens the future they’re trying to build. He finally has a reason for living—and he’s not giving her up.

Read an excerpt:

Buy link:
Ellora’s Cave:

Bio:Warlords Mercy
Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.

Twitter: @CynthiaSax

Tolui, a clone of a powerful Warlord, is a male without a homeland or a future. Doomed to never mate, he ruthlessly wages war, seeking to
give his clone brothers a planet system to call their own, a place where they can live without persecution.

When Tolui crashes on a deserted planet and meets a small human
female, he discovers everything he knows about clones is a lie. Lea, his destined mate, frees the passion he’s suppressed over his lifetime. He
wants her. He needs her. He’ll do anything to bond with her.

But he won’t share her. Tolui’s greatest battle will be the fight for Lea’s heart. To win her love, he’ll face hundreds of his clone
brothers, men who look exactly like him.

Read an excerpt:

Buy link:
Ellora’s Cave:


A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.

For more information please visit

Loving Dangerously, Book Three
Jess hates aliens. After the invasion that destroyed Earth, the extraterrestrial bastards sold her to a brothel as a sex slave. She may have escaped but the old memories and fears still linger in the dark corners of her mind. Supposedly Sonis is just the place for her—somewhere safe, where she can heal and start fresh. She’s almost hopeful…until she meets Rasha, her new boss.
Rasha, captain of the Sonis Royal Guard, is a warrior through and through. He’s huge, sinfully sexy and could have any woman on Sonis—but the woman he wants is Jess. He’s very much an alien and Jess knows she should hate him or at least be wary, but whenever he’s around, she loses control. She tells herself it’s only sex—amazing, mind-blowing sex like nothing else she’s ever experienced—but there’s something about Rasha that shakes her soul. The feel of his skin against hers, the look in his eyes as he touches her—they make her want to believe it’s possible to find love and begin again.

Read an excerpt:

Buy Links:
Ellora’s Cave:


Cara Bristol has written everything from mainstream long and short fiction to nonfiction magazine and newspaper articles. She sold her first erotic romance in 2009. Now multi-published, she has ten erotic romances and two anthologies to her name. The author of the popular Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series, Cara writes spanking fiction most often, but her published works also include contemporary and paranormal erotic romances. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, traveling, and watching reality TV shows. Breeder is her first science fiction novel and the start of a series. She lives in the Midwest United States with her husband

Author website
Twitter @CaraBristol

To secure his legacy, Commander Dak, a ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra, a breeder slave. He intends to impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner. As Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, he begins to question the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.

Breeder contains M/F and M/M sexual practices and domestic discipline.
Read an excerpt:

Buy Links:
Amazon Buy Link
Loose Id Buy Link
ARe Buy Link


Cristal Ryder 12/1- SUN
Candlelight Book Promotions 12/1- SUN
A.M. Griffin 12/2- Mon
Unearthly Musings 12/3- Tue
Close Encounters with the Night Kind 12/4- Wed
Patricia Knight 12/5- Thur
Lea Barrymire 12/6- Fri
For Whom The Books Toll 12/7- SAT
AJ Jarrett 12/9- Mon
Silken Sheets 12/10- Tue
Anya Richards 12/11- Wed
Bound By Passion 12/11- Wed
Cara Bristol 12/12- Thur
69 Shades of Smut 12/13- Fri
Lusty Penguin Reviews 12/14- SAT
Tracing the Stars 12/16- Mon
Kacey’s Kreations 12/17- Tue
Giovanni Valentino 12/18- Wed
Tattooed Book Review 12/19- Thur
Whim Notes 12/20- Fri
Lillian Mackenzie Rhine 12/21- SAT
Cassandra Lost in Books 12/23- Mon
Book Swagger 12/27- Fri
The eBook Reviewers 12/28- SAT
deal sharing aunt 12/30- Mon

Categories: 69 Shade Of Smut, Books, Contest, New Release | Tags: | 18 Comments

Sex Dolls, oh my!

Sex dolls are so much fun. How do I know? I recently worked with 4. Tyrone and his companion Tammy, and John and his companion Judy.

Some author friends and I used sex dolls to help in a workshop we held for Romanticon 2013. We soon found out our dolls had a mind of their own that often ran to the perverse and we were more than happy to be their partners in crime.

We started off with letting the dolls get to know each other.


You know, so they wouldn’t have performance anxiety when it came to perform for the workshop.


Things got freakier from there.


Tammy and Judy took a liking to each other.


There was a wild foursome.


Now they were ready.


They performed like champions.  It wasn’t all work and no play though.  Tyrone got to take a break and play bingo.


John became my sub.


Judy got to ride off into the sunset with the Ellora’s Cave crew.


And Tammy, poor Tammy was last seen with Josa Da Hood from EC.


Tyrone, John and I are praying for her safe return.


Sex dolls…gotta love ’em.

Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: , , , | 4 Comments

New Sci-Fi, Romance, Erotic Release: Dangerously Hers

My new Ellora’s Cave book is finally out! Dangerously Hers is the third book in my science fiction, romance, erotic series titled Loving Dangerously. To celebrate my new release I’ll be giving away awesome swag through a month long book tour. To find out where I am and enter to win, visit my Facebook page at



Loving Dangerously, Book Three

Jess hates aliens. After the invasion that destroyed Earth, the extraterrestrial bastards sold her to a brothel as a sex slave. She may have escaped but the old memories and fears still linger in the dark corners of her mind. Supposedly Sonis is just the place for her—somewhere safe, where she can heal and start fresh. She’s almost hopeful…until she meets Rasha, her new boss.

Rasha, Captain of the Sonis Royal Guard, is a warrior through and through. He’s huge, sinfully sexy and could have any woman on Sonis—but the woman he wants is Jess. He’s very much an alien and Jess knows she should hate him or at least be wary, but whenever he’s around, she loses control. She tells herself it’s only sex—amazing, mind-blowing sex like nothing else she’s ever experienced—but there’s something about Rasha that shakes her soul. The feel of his skin against hers, the look in his eyes as he touches her—they make her want to believe it’s possible to find love and begin again.

A Romantica® science fiction erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


Taken: Year Five

Jess stepped off the transporter and right into the bustle of alien activity around her.

What kind of fresh holy hell did I come to?

Alien races, some of which she recognized, others she didn’t, streamed up and down the walkways, coming and going. Transporters of various sizes occupied every available space of the four long rows of docking stations. She and JB had waited half the day just to get a spot in line for landing. From what she could see, the Sonis palace had a slew of visitors.

She could have easily retreated back into the confines of secured safety. But to do so would be an open admission of fear and weakness. She was neither. The days of being scared of every alien who came her way were long over.

Jess took a long breath, filling her lungs with so much air that her chest puffed out. It burned as she held it there while a group of Zarcarians, blue aliens with small, seemingly vacant slits for eyes, meandered by her, deep in conversation. Their white hair was cropped just above where their ears should have been. Silver robes covered their tall, lanky frames and brushed the ground as they walked.

Although she couldn’t make out the hushed whispers that came from mouths that were devoid of lips, she still stood ridged, prepared to fight if needed. She didn’t relax even after they finally moved past her and away.

Stay calm. Deep breaths. In, out, in, out.

JB rustled from behind her at the transporter’s door. She didn’t startle as he held onto her waist and pushed her gently to the right, out of his way. He exited and stood by her side. Unlike her, concern and apprehension didn’t show on his face as he raised his arms in the air and stretched. Standing six-feet-two, he was only two inches taller than her.

“Whew, sweet Jesus. Look at all these people.”

“They’re not people.” She scanned the transport bay. “They’re aliens and…things.” She cringed as she caught a pair of Rasdons emerging from a transporter.

Their species resembled a snarling dog. They were taller than her and JB with black, coarse hair covering most of their body. Long snouts sat just above yellow fangs that hung out of their mouths. Their beastly black eyes darted from side to side, taking in everything around them.

Their sexual tastes…ran to the obscene. She’d been the subject of their affection at the brothel more times than she could remember. To her, next to the Loconuist, Rasdons were what nightmares were made of.

One of the Rasdons turned her way and ran a tongue over the tips of his fangs. At her hiss, JB followed her gaze. He straightened, prepared for a confrontation. “You know them?”

She shook her head. “No.” She didn’t need to know them. She knew of them and it was all the same.

“Don’t pay them any mind then,” JB said, relaxing.

Right. Ignore the dogs.

“What about them?” Jess nodded in the direction of two males golden in appearance and with more muscles that should be allowed on aliens. Each towered above eight-feet tall. “They’ll be too hard to ignore.”

The tribal tattoos covering one side of their faces, necks and exposed torsos indicated they were members of the Sonis Royal Guards. The jangos strapped to their backs and blasters clipped to their black indicated they were dangerous. Their pants were so tight that every muscle was visible in their legs as they walked.

She grabbed a hold of her own blaster that she kept strapped tightly to her thigh. Her heart sped up. The erratic beat sent blood rushing through her veins, drowning out the other sounds of the room. Against her will, she took a step back, almost falling into the transporter.

JB gripped her arm firmly, stabilizing her. “Whoa, take it easy. They’re not coming this way. You’re safe.”

She closed her eyes and took the breath that had begun to burn in her chest.


She shook off his arm. Nothing against JB, but everyone would have seen her stumble back. They didn’t need to see her requiring help as well. “Give me a sec.”

She stood in place and listened as the commotion continued around her. Nearby, there was an argument regarding decorations and a conversation about the royal transporter. There wasn’t talk about slaves, brothels or whores.

Sonis was supposed to be her new home. She couldn’t panic out every time she came near aliens, especially royal guards. Hell, Sonis was littered with them. While Laconia was mainly a native inhabited planet, there were ten royal guards, including Sa’Mya’s head guard, Jor’Dan who lived there. Jess stayed away from the Neanderthals at all costs.

Her main goal had been to avoid as many aliens as possible. Even while working on The Vengeance II, she chose not to leave the vessel when they docked on alien worlds. Here, it looked as though it was a freakin’ alien United Nations. She had to get herself together and quickly. Otherwise she wouldn’t last out the week and going back to Laconia was not an option right now.

She opened her eyes on the next breath. “Okay, I’m ready.”

JB slapped her hard on the back, knocking her off balance. She found her footing and cut her eyes at him as he bit back a laugh.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “See? Nothing to worry about. They probably thought you were a guy anyway.” He ran a playful hand across her short, spiky hair as she tried to duck out of his way. “But I guess you’re still going for that look, huh?”

He of course was referring to her days as a runaway slave. The Loconuist had sold her to a brothel. In order to escape, she had cut off her curly locks and donned male clothing. Her height, chopped hair and the dirt she smeared across her face had gotten her waved through security. Once free, she hid on the first vessel she could break into, The Vengeance.

That vessel happened to belong to a crew of wanted human pirates—JB, Ryan, Kyle, Eli and their captain Kane. She thanked God every night for guiding her to the five men who would become her only family. But right now, her closest friend was getting on her nerves and was one breath away from getting gut-punched.

She snarled and pushed JB’s hand out of the way. He chuckled. His boyish dimples were set deep in his cheeks. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

It didn’t matter that he teased her about her appearance. Hell, everyone did. She wasn’t dainty like other women, nor did she want to be. The only reason she had survived what she’d been through was because she was unbreakable. She had to be. There was no other choice.

She straightened her shoulders. “When aliens look at me, I want them to see someone strong.”

“Well if you ask me, the look you’re projecting is…” He scanned her from top to bottom. “Penis repellant.”

She narrowed her eyes and took a step closer to him so only he could hear her words. “Don’t make me fuck you up right here in the transport bay,” she threatened.

JB feigned surprise by opening his eyes wide and inhaling sharply. Exaggerating his efforts, he placed a hand on his chest. “Really, Jess? You’re going to pick a fight with me and on your first day on Sonis? Tsk, you’ll never keep a job at this rate.”

“Whatever,” she mumbled. “Stop fucking with me.” She scanned the area again. “I want to make a good impression.”

JB quirked a brow. “Let me get this straight. You are worried about a good first impression?”

Jess frowned. “Of course.”

“Since when?” he asked in disbelief.

She cocked her head in thought. She was stealing from Kane when she first met him. She had threatened to kill the guys when she first met them. She tried to strangle Sa’Mya when she met her… Oh yeah, she hadn’t been worried about making a good first impression in a while.

JB laughed. “C’mon, let’s get going.”

She shook her head. “No, Eva said she would meet us here.”

Jess adjusted the knapsack on her back and held the other tight in her hand. All her belongs could fit into two small bags. A far cry from the condo filled with high-end clothes and shoes she had back on Earth.

JB looked around the large docking area again. “I don’t see her here.”

She shifted from one booted foot to the other. “Yeah, but—”

JB swung his medium-sized duffle bag over his shoulder. “I’m going exploring. She’ll find us when she’s ready for us.” Without waiting for her response, he set out.

She had two choices. She could stay in the transport bay by herself or she could leave with JB.

He took two more long strides away from her before she rushed to his side.

She grunted under her breath as she stepped in time with him, just as he expected her to.


She followed as he led the way through the exit. She made certain not to brush against any of the aliens they passed. “What if we get lost?”

He turned, only to give her a wink. His blue eyes were alive with mischief. She figured that was the reason many females swooned around him, human and alien. “Then Eva will send someone to find us.”

She couldn’t help but grunt. JB didn’t give a damn about anything. She would’ve thought being abducted from Earth, sold as a slave to a mining colony and then spending a year on the run would have been enough to sober anyone’s attitude, but not his. If she didn’t know any better, she would think he didn’t have a care in the world. That’s if she didn’t know better. But as with the rest of their small band of misfits, JB had lost family and loved ones as well.

“What’s the plan now?” she asked when they reached a large communal area.

JB scanned the room of females and whistled low. “Trouble. The plan is to get into as much trouble as humanly possible.”

Buy Links:

Ellora’s Cave


Categories: Books | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Best Bow-chica-wow-wow songs ever

I had so much fun talking about this on another blog that I thought I’d let the smutters get in on this piece of action…

(Repeat Blog – but I’ll call it throwback Friday)

There’s something to be said for making love (having sex, doing the do, fucking, screwing…however you wish to refer to it as) to theme music. Whether it be playing loudly over speakers or listening to it through headphones, the music you listen to can have an impact on the pace, mood or position.

When the mood strikes them, some people bring out their favorite sex toy. I pull out the headphones. It’s nice to have your play list set up beforehand—you don’t want to set the mood right and in the middle of it a totally inappropriate song (anything kid or Jesus related would be considered inappropriate—LOL) comes on.

So with the headphones on, I’m listening to a hot guy (or guys—the freak on me is quite alive) croon about how he would do me, how I should be done or how good it would feel while it’s actually being done. If you have an eye mask, being that out too. Block out everything but the song and what’s being done. This allows me to feel every caress, every kiss, every stroke.

It is…in a word…explosive.

This homework assignment can be for you to do it to your significant other or for yourself. Here are a couple of songs I suggest, along with the sexual position. I’ve also asked a couple of friends to give up their best love making songs. While I do prefer the headphones, I recognize that sometimes you need to play a good song over the loud speakers and go buck wild. That’s fine too.

Artist Song Medium Position

Maxwell                                                    Till the Cops Come Knocking                                       Headphones                                  Missionary

Brian McNight                                         Lonely                                                                              Headphones                                  Riding him

Prince                                                       Do Me, Baby                                                                   Headphones                                  Missionary

Usher                                                       There Goes My Baby                                                     Headphones                                  Missionary

Marvin Gaye                                            Let’s Get It on                                                                Speakers                                          Any

Alicia Keys/Maxwell                               The Fire We Make                                                          Speakers                                         Foreplay

Guess Who                                             American Woman                                                         Speakers                                          Missionary

Nine Inch Nails                                      Closer                                                                                 Speaker                                        Shoved against a wall

Vivaldi                                                      Four Seasons                                                                   Speaker                                           Any

Bad Company                                        Feel Like Making Love                                                   Headphones                                    Reverse cowgirl

Play along and add a song or two. Don’t be shy 🙂

Categories: 69 Shade Of Smut | Tags: , , , | 2 Comments

#Contest – #Giveaway : Names, Names and More Names!

Names, Names and More Names!

Have you ever wondered how sci-fi authors come up with names for planets, species, people, animals, food or objects? Well, if they’re like me they make them up or “play” on words that are used in everyday common language or even read the credits of a movie or sitcom to nab an unusual last name. Sometimes, for specific characters I will take the name of a loved one and spell it backward.

Who am I kidding? I also type random words and see if anything “sticks.” LOL

But going into Dangerously His, book #4 of my sci-fi space opera series Loving Dangerously, I was stuck at naming two planets and a species. That’s when I was struck with awesomeness (it strikes slow and not often enough).
Why not hold a contest and let the readers help me with naming?

Pure awesomeness…
But this contest isn’t open to just everybody (oh poo). I have a small but awesome (I guess that’s the word for the day) group of folks that ‘like’ my FaceBook page. Every other month I like to thank them for their support. But hey! Like my FaceBook page and you too can join in on all the fun!
Author A. M. Griffin FaceBook page
Here are the contest directions:
Step one: Like my FaceBook page (see link above)
Step two: After liking my page, scroll through my posts to find the one titled, “Just because you like me…”
Step three: The link in that post will take you to a super-secret page on my website where you can find the directions, descriptions of the planets and species and the entry form.

Planet #1: This planet makes its debut in Dangerously His (Book #4 in the Loving Dangerously Series) and is featured in Dangerously Forever (Book #5 in the Loving Dangerously Series). This is the planet where Kiehle Xochis, brother of Taio Xochis has a private home.

Planet #2: This planet makes a debut in Dangerously His (Book #4 in the Loving Dangerously Series). This is where JB and Saia Xochis vacation and have their HEA.
Species: This is a new fun-loving species that lives on planet #2. They may be featured in other books, but for now they are making their debut in Dangerously His.

Step four: Use your super-duper smarts and creativity to come up with names, fill out the form and submit your ideas!
The contest runs from August 1st – August 15th. Roughly a week after the contest closes I’ll post who the winners are.
The winners will get their submitted planet and species names added to the new books. The winners will also receive a free ecopy of the books when it is released!

Like I said…awesome

Good luck and thanks for playing along!

I’m having a blog hop party to celebrate the third release Dangerously Hers. If you’re an author, reader and blogger and want to join in on the fun I’d love to have you participate!
Loving Dangerously Blog Hop

Categories: 69 Shade Of Smut, Contest, Free Book | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Guest Post: Cynthia Sax

I’m pleased to welcome Cynthia Sax to 69 Shades of Smut. Cynthia is celebrating her first Avon release! Woot! Let’s show her some love.

Author Interview:

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

No story is EVER perfect. This is an important concept for not-yet-published writers to embrace. We’re creating art. Art is imperfect. Sometimes the imperfections are what make works of art terrific. Yes, we should be happy with our stories but we’ll never see them as perfect.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

He Watches Me follows the unusual romance of Anna, a not-so-innocent-yet-virginal exhibitionist, and Blaine, an enigmatic billionaire who likes to watch. Star Magazine chose He Watches Me as one of their Fab 5, calling it a hot summer read.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

He Watches Me is written in first person, present tense from the viewpoint of Anna, the heroine (this is the same style as Fifty Shades Of Grey). This means readers never hear the thoughts of Blaine, the billionaire hero. He’s not a big talker either. This created a challenge for me. I had to convey how deeply he grows to care for Anna, what his concerns and fears are, through his actions.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

I received some pushback from other writers about jumping on the Fifty Shades Of Grey trend. The thing is… I originally wrote these stories years ago. I loved the characters and the premise but I thought the stories could be even better. When I changed the POV from alternating third person to single first person, the stories came to life. I submitted them to Avon Impulse and they loved them. If you know a story isn’t quite right, don’t submit it. If you love writing about billionaires and billionaires are selling, write about billionaires.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I’m extremely grateful to have the best reading buddies in the world (big hugs). If it weren’t for you, there’d be many more stories hidden under my bed. And you matter. Every story you buy matters. Every single time you tell a buddy about one of my stories, you make a difference. I’ve had a series extended because of a single sale. ONE sale. That could have been YOUR sale. Yes, that is how powerful you are.


He Watches Me

She desires to be seen. He wants to watch.

Anna Sampson has a naughty secret. Every night, she slips into her neighbor’s yard and swims naked in his pool. She fantasizes that the dynamic young billionaire watches her nightly nude aquatics, his brilliant green eyes gleaming with lust.

She discovers this isn’t pure fantasy. Gabriel Blaine has been watching her via his security cameras, and now that he has returned to L.A., he doesn’t plan to stop. That’s all he wants—to watch. Anna knows she shouldn’t allow him and she certainly shouldn’t want more, but she craves Blaine’s attention, needing his gaze fixed on her body.

Part One of The Seen Trilogy

Buy Link:

Author Website:
Twitter: @CynthiaSax

And for some unknown reason, I conjure up piercing green eyes in a too-rawboned-to-be-handsome tanned face, a wayward lock of black hair falling forward.

“Gabriel Blaine.” I try out the technology billionaire’s name, my voice husky and low. “Blaine,” I repeat, liking the sound. I’m in his backyard, in his pool. It is only right I honor him with my impending orgasm. I work my pussy harder and harder, passion coiling around my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs, making it difficult to breathe.

Will he suck my breasts with that sternly-set mouth of his? I pinch my nipples, the pain sharpening my pleasure. Take me doggy-style in his big limousine, pounding into me hard and fast? I pull at my untamed private curls. Because he can’t wait to find a bed? I ruthlessly ravish my pussy, rubbing and writhing. Rivulets of liquid streak down my cheeks and into my panting mouth, my wet hair plastered to my face.

In my fantasies I’m not ignored. I’m a femme fatale, a woman no man can resist, a woman guys fight for, come to blows over. I reach deeper inside me, stretching me open with one, two, three fingers, savoring the fullness.

As I pump my pussy, the sensation of being watched intensifies. Instead of dousing the flames of desire, this fuels the heat between my thighs.

I tremble and shake. “Yes, Blaine,” I cry out, the waves surround me growing rough, my body tossed on a sea of sweet turbulence. “Yes.”

I thrust hard, slam the heel of my hand against my clit, throw back my head and scream. The darkness bursts with color and light. The stars spin around my head. My pussy clenches down on emptiness. I kick my legs, pushing my body out of the water. Droplets dapple and glisten on my skin.

My breathing steadies, the water flattens once more, and I still, my form loose and relaxed, my passion temporarily sated. I float lazily on my back and gaze up at the full moon, wishing I could take care of the other problems in my life as easily as I soothe my desires. “That was wonderful.” The words echo in the silence.

“I agree,” a deep voice drawls.

Categories: Books | Tags: , , | 1 Comment

A. M. Griffin Presents ~ Dangerously Yours

I’m celebrating my newest release, Dangerously Yours!



A.M. Griffin – Dangerously Yours

Genre: Sci-fi erotic romance; Flame rating: Scorching; Publisher: Ellora’s Cave; Word count: 62K

Dangerously Yours Buy Links: Available at Ellora’s Cave ~ Available at Amazon

Dangerously Mine: Available at Amazon

Details on upcoming books in this series:



The steamy standalone sequel to Dangerously Mine.

Kane Epps divides his life into two distinct parts—before the alien invasion and after. Before the invasion, he had a pregnant wife and a high-powered job. After the invasion, he’s left with only himself and his hatred for all things alien. He channels his bitterness by captaining a vessel of renegade humans—space pirates who don’t think twice about taking what they need.

Princess Sa’Mya is on the run. She and a few trusted advisers fled her home planet, only to be captured by the sexy, dangerous Captain Epps. He claims to hate aliens but can’t seem to resist touching her or kissing her…everywhere. As Kane introduces Sa’Mya to ever-increasing, unimaginable realms of pleasure, the princess becomes determined to earn his trust. She’s used to getting what she wants. And this time, what she wants is Kane Epps.
Inside Scoop: This space-opera romance contains male/male sex scenes, girl-on-girl action, group sex and some good old-fashioned voyeurism.



“What are we going to do with them?”

“Kill them.”

Justin Blake, or JB, didn’t react. Kane hadn’t expected him too. They had been through too much for JB to ever be surprised at what came out of his mouth. JB continued to follow him through the dimly lit empty corridor to his cabin. JB’s long strides met his own. Their boots hit in hard clunks on the metal floor.

Kane raked a gaze toward JB, who stared ahead, ignoring his retort with a look of sarcastic annoyance on his face.

“What? Why are you looking that way?” Kane snapped. He didn’t want to play any games. The argument he just had with Jess already put him in a piss-ass mood.

As the door to his cabin opened, the lights illuminated the room and cold air smacked him dead in his face. Entering, he bit back the urge to cuss. It was that fuckin’ cold.

JB leaned lazily against the doorframe. “I’m not looking any kind of way,” JB drawled.

JB’s southern good looks made most girls swoon back on Earth. While everyone else’s skin color, besides Ryan’s, had long since turned pasty and white, the twenty-nine-year-old’s days as a construction worker had gifted JB with a never-ending tan. JB’s black hair hung in unruly curls over his blue eyes.

Kane broke eye contact with his longtime friend. If JB wanted a staring contest he wouldn’t find one tonight.

Kane crossed his spacious captain’s cabin to the bed and kicked off his worn leather boots. He wanted to hit the sack. The negotiations with the aliens on Xenaris had worn him out.

He hated dealing with them. The Xenarians haggled over every single item. But since theirs was the only planet who took the goods he and his crew of six “acquired” without asking too many questions, he had no choice. The Xenarians also didn’t have a problem with trading. The universal credit system everyone else used didn’t apply to him and the crew. To have credit, you had to have a history, background and freedom. All the things runaway slaves lacked.

Kane grasped the bottom of his shirt but stopped short. “What? Are you going to watch me undress? Have you been without a woman for that long?”

JB’s mouth turned up in a smirk. “In your dreams, Captain.”

“Then for the love of God, tell me why you’re staring at me.”

“Waiting for your orders to change, is all.”

Kane didn’t find anything wrong with his orders. As far he was concerned, JB should have left his cabin and fired his blaster into some alien brains. Besides, humans faced worse fates than death every day.


Why should he care about a few aliens? None of them had used their high technology to save Earth. None of them had come to help fight against the Loconuist invasion. None of them had come to the humans’ defense when they were being sold into slavery all over the universe.

Fuck ‘em all.

Kane’s gaze darted from JB to the bathroom.

JB crossed through his cabin and pulled up a chair. “Go ahead, I’ll wait.”

Kane nodded and went to the bathroom without a backward glance. He’d almost run to his cabin to do this one thing.

Only after the door closed behind him did Kane have the urge to grip the sides of the bathroom sink for support. Sweat coated his palms, causing his grip to  slip from the fine metal. He gripped tighter.

In the mirror he barely recognized the man staring back at him. His green eyes seemed darker…harder. Instead of high-end suits, he now wore leather outfits and galactic travel skin-suits. Once a week he shaved his hair into a mohawk. A far stretch from his days of upscale barber salons.

He closed his eyes as the memory of Anna caressed his thoughts.

She smoothed both sides of his hair back with her hands. “I always wanted to see you with a mohawk,” Anna had said. She snarled her upper lip. “You’ll have a Billy Idol look going on.”

“I’ll tell you what,” he had replied. “When we get out of this mess, I’ll go punk rock for you.”

Of course the “mess” had been the alien invasion. He planned to wear his hair this way until the day he died.

He opened his eyes and focused ahead to begin his nightly mantra.

My name is Kane Epps. I am from New York. I am the son of Margarine and William Epps. Mia and Myles are my sister and brother. Anna is my wife. I am from Earth. I am human.

Every night for the past year he had chanted this in his head. Trying to hold onto something he felt slipping away—himself.

Although he was close to everyone, only JB knew of his nightly ritual. As Kane left the bathroom, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. JB lingered, using the sharp tip of a knife to clean his nails. Kane ignored him as he worked the ties down his pants. If JB wanted to stay and watch him undress, then fine. Kane was tired.

“Sooo…about these aliens,” JB said.

“What do you expect me do with them? If we let them go they’ll probably report our position to the fuckin’ Galactic Council.” Kane stepped out of his pants and left them crumpled at his feet. The cold air bit into his bare-naked ass as he crawled into bed. “Some casualties can’t be avoided.” He rubbed his legs together as the heating blanket worked its magic.

Heat was hard to control in a vessel the size of a small city. Especially since three-fourths of the power had been cut off and diverted to the engines. Kyle, the forty-year-old former electrical engineer, had an idea that worked out beautifully. So far, their vessel named The Vengeance, could outrun any other vessel it came up against. This came in handy since they were currently being pursued by the Galactic Council.

Finally feeling the heat surround him, Kane started to relax. Unfortunately, JB hadn’t budged. JB was stubborn as a horse. Born and raised in Alabama, he still had many of his southern characteristics. The southern drawl and the easygoing temperament were just a few. JB could out wait him any day of the week.

“I think they may be important,” JB said nonchalantly, flicking the knife closed. “Ryan heard the guard call one of the females ‘Princess’.”

Hot damn.

That sparked Kane’s interest. Business had been drying up. In the beginning, it had been almost too easy to seize vessels and steal their goods. Apparently these aliens were trusting and had never encountered pirates before. Now, after a year in the same business, they were wanted men. The Galactic Council had increased their patrols and other vessels had become much wiser.

“Why didn’t you tell me? We can ransom them back to their home planet. Where are they from?”

“Ryan didn’t catch that. We’re working on it.”

Ryan, the pilot and his second in command, was the only crew member with one of those fancy Universal Translators in his brain. Their former owners, the Galontaers, had implanted the translator. They had also taught Ryan how to pilot the vessel in order to help transport the metals from the mines. As for Kane and the other slaves? The Galontaers had thought they wouldn’t live long enough to justify the expense of translators. The only thing the slaves had to do was follow simple commands or get the whip.

“How many captives do we have?” Kane pulled the cover up to his neck and snuggled into the soft mattress.


“Hmm…are there any security issues?”

If they were indeed royalty, it meant there had to be at least two or three royal guards. From past experience, royal guards were nothing but a pain in the ass.

“One guard. We had to damn near kill him. He was a hard son of a bitch to control. He took enough tranquilizers to kill a horse.” JB shook his head in disbelief. “We got him though. He’s locked down tight. We put him in one of the secured cabins. I suspect he won’t wake up for a couple days.”

Kane nodded his approval. One guard? The royals must not be too important. “Keep them all secured for now. We can decide in the morning if they’re even worth keeping.”

Or if I have to empty my blaster in them.

Kane yawned and rolled over. He closed his tired, red eyes. When the familiar swoosh of his door opening and closing didn’t happen, he cursed. “Now what is it?”

“There are three women.”

He waited for JB to continue. “And…?”

“We haven’t docked for a couple months. Everyone’s a little restless.”

True. Xenarians were famous slave traders. No one from the crew ever got off the vessel while docked on their planet. Kane wouldn’t put it past those underhanded bastards to “mistakenly” sell one of the crew in Xenaris’ open slave market.

Kane didn’t turn or open his eyes. The lack of sleep made his head heavy on the soft pillow.

If they are willing, you can have the females. Play nice and share,” Kane said, his words muffled by the pillow. “Don’t harm them, we need them alive and able to walk when we ransom them.”

“We probably shouldn’t touch the princess until we find out how valuable she is.”

If she was traveling with just one guard, she probably wasn’t worth her weight in gold. “Whatever. I’m giving you responsibility over their safety. Keep them unharmed,” Kane said, already half-asleep.

“Yes, Captain.”

Finally, there was the familiar swoosh of the door. “You’re welcome!” he yelled. The guys were getting Christmas early this year.

Space pirates.

In all of his thirty-five years, he would’ve never guessed his new profession. Ha! He’d graduated from Harvard Law School and had a secured partnership in one of the largest firms in New York City, for Christ’s sake.

What would Anna have said about his new career? What would she think of him now? Of the man he’d become? His Anna…

* * * * *

Anna’s warm body curled against his arm and torso. Her smooth legs were flung haphazardly over his. Her knee brushed lightly on his cock. Even in sleep she could cause him to have an erection. He inhaled deeply. The scent of her skin filled his nostrils—flowers and…something else. He couldn’t place it and didn’t try. Her favorite scented bath soap and lotion changed with each passing day.

“Umm,” he moaned.

While many of his friends complained about the loss of attraction they felt for their wives, his for Anna grew stronger with each passing day. He pulled her closer and began to stroke her shapely leg. She stiffened but the next second she relaxed.

“Do you have to get up early?” he asked, his voice thick and heavy. As a Kindergarten teacher, she sometimes left hours before the start of school to prepare for class.

No answer. Instead, music played softly in the background. “Mmm, what is that song on the radio?” he whispered.

Anna snuggled closer. She spoke in whispers he couldn’t understand. Her words seemed muffled by the pillow. He smiled at that thought. She could keep her face in the pillow…and her ass in the air.

Music played again. Anna’s warm breath tickled his ear. His cock twitched on his abdomen. Her fingers ran lazily across his chest, playing with the tussle of hairs spread there. She stopped to pluck his nipple.

His cock throbbed in response to her touch. Groaning, he grabbed her hand and led it to his shaft. Anna moaned deep in her throat. He wrapped her delicate palm around it, encouraging her to stroke it.

“Mm,” she moaned.

His cock jerked in her grasp. She stopped.

“No, don’t stop,” he pleaded.

Anna’s hand encased him again, stroking faster. His pre-cum began to coat his slit. She stopped to run her finger across it and scoop it up. The licking coming from her lips made him want to explode on the spot.

Music played again. She fisted him, stroking up and down. She stopped only to taste the fruits of her labor. Damn, if he let her continue he would end up spilling his seed on the sheets.

Kane rolled to his stomach and pinned her beneath him. He nestled between her legs, where his bare chest rubbed against silk. He began to trail kisses along her slender neck to her breasts.

He reached under to palm her plump, round ass. Digging his fingers in her soft flesh, he squeezed, pressing his cock on her slick valley. Her sticky wetness coated him as he rubbed his hard length across her folds. The sensitive ridge of his cock brushed her opening with each passing.

Her hips rotated and moved in time with him. One hand cradled his head while the other grabbed his ass. He planted light kisses around the swell of her breast. Her breasts were larger than normal, voluptuous even. Pregnancy was treating her body good, plumping her up in all the right places. She held onto the back of his head and fed him her erect nipple.

Mm, aggressive.

Anna had never been the aggressor in bed. “I like this side of you,” he groaned.

Obliging, he latched onto the nipple that brushed his lips. She squirmed and moaned under him. Within moments her legs were wrapped around his waist. His lips tweaked and tugged the bud, teasing it.

He flicked his tongue over her erect tip before blowing cool air over it. She raked her fingernails through his hair, urging him on. He took care to suck, squeeze and nibble until she bucked beneath him.

She arched her hips, grinding on his hard shaft. Her slick juice was proof she was ready to receive all nine inches of him. He couldn’t resist the heat radiating from her valley any longer. He planned to bury his dick balls-deep in her tight sheath and make her scream out tonight. The neighbors could give them funny looks in the morning, he didn’t care.

He trailed a hand over her flat abdomen.

Flat abdomen?

Shaking off the fleeting alarm, he continued to her folds—hairless folds.

Since when did Anna get Brazilian waxes?

Kane shrugged it off and let his fingers slip farther to part her plump lips.

What the fuck? Where did her clit go?

* * * * *

Kane woke with a start.

“Lights on.” Staring up to him were wide-eyed, gold-speckled alien eyes.

Who the fuck is this?

She spoke softly. A lyrical tone caressed his ears with words he couldn’t understand.

The music.

“What the…?” His breath caught in his throat. The words hung heavy in the air. “You’re not Anna,” he whispered.

Smack. The sting of her palm across his cheek crashed him back to reality.

Dangerously Yours Buy Links: Available at Ellora’s Cave ~ Available at Amazon

Dangerously Mine: Available at Amazon

Details on upcoming books in this series:



Categories: 69 Shade Of Smut, Books, New Release | Tags: , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Excitement of an impending release

We’ve all been there (if not shame on you and your partner too). It starts as a relaxed feeling. You’re finally on your way. Things are looking and feeling good.

There’s a little flicker and you get excited because you know this is how it begins.

A spark builds from that flicker and begins to grow and my does it feel real good. If things keep moving in this direction you know what’s going to happen next.

That spark grows into a flame. That flame grows into a wildfire. Your body is humming with energy. There are so many emotions and feelings that you can’t seem to categorize them until finally you explode.

Your entire essence seems as though it was shattered into a million pieces.

You’re riding a high like no other.

Yep…I’m talking about a new book release.

What else did you think I was talking about?

My sci-fi erotic romance sequel to Dangerously Mine will be available from Ellora’s Cave on May 24th!

Dangerously Yours



The steamy standalone sequel to Dangerously Mine.

Kane Epps divides his life into two distinct parts—before the alien invasion and after. Before the invasion, he had a pregnant wife and a high-powered job. After the invasion, he’s left with only himself and his hatred for all things alien. He channels his bitterness by captaining a vessel of renegade humans—space pirates who don’t think twice about taking what they need.

Princess Sa’Mya is on the run. She and a few trusted advisers fled her home planet, only to be captured by the sexy, dangerous Captain Epps. He claims to hate aliens but can’t seem to resist touching her or kissing her…everywhere. As Kane introduces Sa’Mya to ever-increasing, unimaginable realms of pleasure, the princess becomes determined to earn his trust. She’s used to getting what she wants. And this time, what she wants is Kane Epps.

Inside Scoop: This space-opera romance contains male/male sex scenes, girl-on-girl action, group sex and some good old-fashioned voyeurism.


“Princess, we will enter Tolanis airspace within the hour.” Nebin’s deep voice came through the speaker by her headrest, loud and clear.

“Thank you, Nebin.” Princess Sa’Mya Lacolil of Laconia did her best to contain her excitement. She had never been to Tolanis. In honesty, the only other place she’d ever gone to besides her home planet was the moon Sonis.

She couldn’t wait to explore Tolanis, a midsized planet known for its advances in fashion. The condition for that small luxury? She would have to keep her name and royal origins a secret from the natives. Uncle Umar had posted a notice describing her as a distraught runaway. Every species looking to increase the number of credits in their accounts would be after her to claim the reward.

Nebin had assured her she would go undetected if she obeyed him. Nebin was the only person she took orders from. He was her trusted guard, the guard her deceased father had appointed to watch over her since birth. Of all those in her life whom she had loved, Nebin was the only one still living.

Nebin sat next to Moira, her personal assistant, at the controls in the front of the five-seat transporter. Neither provided her a backward glance as they focused on guiding the transport to Tolanis. From Tolanis, they would rendezvous with the luxury vessel that would take them to Prysvinta, their final destination.

Sa’Mya sat in one of the uncomfortable seats in the rear. She had instructed Nebin to get a large vessel, one with all the amenities befitting a princess. Since she was the sole owner of the largest shipping and hauling company in the galaxy, he had thousands of vessels to choose from. But he had opted for a small, inconspicuous vessel, which was not appropriate for her…status.

In Nebin’s defense, they had been trying to sneak off Laconia and away from her uncle. According to Nebin, a larger vessel would have alerted her uncle’s guards with a quick recapture to follow. She had agreed, albeit begrudgingly.

Sa’Mya scanned the stark white walls of her cramped surroundings.


A painting of Laconia’s unspoiled lands on the hull walls would have really perked up the space. Ancients, even a view port would be welcome because at least then she could see the stars.

Against her better judgment, she initiated the intercom again. “Has there been any more communication from my uncle?”

“I have not seen any indication,” Nebin said. “Moira, have you caught anything?”

“No, Umar has not made contact,” Moira replied.

“As if you would tell me if he had,” Sa’Mya whispered. It’s because of you that my uncle knows my every move.

Sa’Mya narrowed her eyes as she watched the back of Moira’s head. The severe bun Moira always wore reflected her personality. Moira was traitorous to say the least. Her uncle had promoted Moira from a menial factory position to serve as her personal assistant.

Two cycles ago Moira had “appeared” in Sa’Mya’s private rooms. Where is Medina? Sa’Mya had asked. Huffing, Moira had replied that she was Sa’Mya’s new assistant. Sa’Mya hadn’t seen Medina since.

Although she and Moira were the same age, Moira looked ten times older. Wrinkles outlined Moira’s features. Her nose resembled a bird’s beak and her eyes were too small and too close together to be considered attractive.

Moira’s upgrade in lifestyle and expensive clothing did nothing to disguise her hard disposition. Sa’Mya couldn’t remember if she had ever seen Moira smile. Laugh? Definitely not.

Sa’Mya squeezed her eyes shut and gave her head a slight shake. Sensing the change in her mood, Yazmine, her new maid, whispered soothing words in her ear. In the short time she had known Yazmine, Sa’Mya had come to count on her in more ways than one. Yazmine had also whispered words of comfort after King Taio had reneged on his and Sa’Mya’s bonding contract.

She hadn’t exactly minded that there wouldn’t be a match between herself and the fierce warrior. She’d understood the bond would have been in name only. King Taio would have gotten the much-needed financial support his thriving new world needed and she would have gained safety and protection from Uncle Umar. But it had hurt nonetheless. Her composure had remained intact while he gave her the news, but behind closed doors she had wept on Yazmine’s shoulder.

Sa’Mya was grateful King Taio had agreed to let Yazmine leave Sonis. It was the least he could have done for sending Sa’Mya on her way while he trounced around the galaxy trying to find his pregnant human slave, Eva.

Yazmine, in a word, was beautiful. Every time Sa’Mya looked upon Yazmine, she found something new and appealing.

While they were both the same height, Yazmine was slender compared to Sa’Mya’s own curvy frame. They both shared waist-length hair. Where hers fell in uncontrollable waves of deep gold, Yazmine’s hung straight in a fall of glossy black with gold streaks. And while they shared the same golden tone the inhabitants of the sand planets in the Zaronna system were famous for, Yazmine’s skin was brighter compared to Sa’Mya’s.

“Yazmine.” Sa’Mya hooked her leg across her right armrest. She’d chosen the perfect dress for the trip, the one with slits that ran up both sides to mid-hip.

From her seat next to Sa’Mya, Yazmine initiated the semi-privacy screen that separated the back from the front. Over the hum of the transporter engine came the click of Yazmine’s safety harness. Yazmine’s deft fingers sliding in and out of her would be the welcome distraction she needed and the one thing that could possibly make the short trip bearable.

Nothing else relaxed her quicker. And after what she’d been through these past lunar cycles, she needed some relaxing. King Taio had reneged and Uncle Umar pursued her relentlessly, not intending to shower her with hugs and gifts either. She was running for her life.

Yazmine kneeled in front of her, positioning herself between Sa’Mya’s open legs. Sa’Mya watched as Yazmine lifted her gown to expose her bare pussy. Normally Sa’Mya wouldn’t have dared let Yazmine expose her in such an open display of wanton need. But no one watched, so she would allow Yazmine to pleasure her any way she pleased.

With a light touch, Yazmine spread Sa’Mya’s folds with one hand and slid a slender digit into her pussy up to the knuckle.

Inhaling deeply, Sa’Mya leaned back into her seat. “Umm.”

Yazmine’s finger caressed Sa’Mya’s walls, gliding effortlessly in her wet sheath. Yazmine added another finger to the first, stretching her. “Princess?”

Even as Yazmine was busy massaging and teasing, Yazmine’s focus was on Sa’Mya’s breasts that spilled from the top of her red, low-cut gown. Sa’Mya smiled at the hunger in Yazmine’s bronze-colored slanted eyes.

Sa’Mya lazily teased her hardened nipples through the expensive fabric. She inhaled with a hiss of pleasure. “Do you want to touch my breasts?”

Yazmine moaned softly and extended her free hand. “Yes, please.”

Sa’Mya laughed and slapped Yazmine’s hand away. “But I didn’t say you could.” Sa’Mya gripped and pinched each nipple and gave a small choke of pleasure.

Yazmine’s tongue darted across her top lip and Sa’Mya’s stomach fluttered. “I can think of one thing that would feel better than a finger,” Sa’Mya moaned.

“Princess,” Yazmine whimpered softly. “Join me.” Yazmine pressed on Sa’Mya’s safety-harness release.

Sa’Mya stilled Yazmine. “No. You want me, your princess, to lie on the floor?” Not to mention, the idea of being unrestrained in a transporter traveling through space at light speed made her pale.

“Then let me…” Yazmine fluttered her eyelashes and sucked her lower lip in her mouth.

“Let you what?” Sa’Mya asked, recovering her breath.

Sa’Mya lowered the stretchable fabric of her gown below her breast. The harness crossed her chest, making her breasts stand up in perfect mounds. Yazmine whimpered again as Sa’Mya trailed one red-manicured nail in a circular path from one golden globe to the other.

“Lick them.”

“Lick them?” Sa’Mya asked. Yazmine’s finger slipped deeper into Sa’Mya’s slick valley. “Umm.”

“I won’t disappoint. I never disappoint.”

The smell of Yazmine’s sweet scent of arousal mixed with her own began to fill the small space.

“You may.”

Yazmine groaned and leaned forward, pulling her nipple between pouty, pink lips. Sa’Mya cradled her head closer, scraping her nails across Yazmine’s scalp. Yazmine’s tongue swirled and prodded, lapped and licked.

Sa’Mya opened her legs wider and rotated her hips in slow, circular motions. Yazmine’s fingers played on Sa’Mya’s miltori, her pleasure spot, teasing the highly sensitive, ridged area just inside her pussy.

Yazmine twirled her tongue, teasing, before grazing her teeth over Sa’Mya’s ultra-sensitive nipple.

Sa’Mya hissed. “Do not bruise me.” She gripped Yazmine’s hair.

A smile played on Yazmine’s lips as she let go of one nipple to graze her teeth across the other. Sa’Mya hissed again. The sensation of pain mixed with pleasure intensified the heat and wetness coming from Sa’Mya’s pussy.

When Yazmine massaged her miltori again, Sa’Mya arched her back. “Ohh, I will make you pay for being so naughty.” In disregard of the undignified position, Sa’Mya swung her other leg over the adjacent armrest, opening herself fully.

Sa’Mya rolled her hips, meeting Yazmine’s fingers. Yazmine probed farther, sliding in and out of Sa’Mya’s dripping sheath. Sa’Mya palmed Yazmine’s full breast, massaging and tweaking her nipple. Yazmine flicked her eyes up to Sa’Mya’s and twirled a sinful tongue around her nipple.

After a throaty giggle, Yazmine latched onto the other nipple, making sure to give both equal attention. This is exactly why I brought her from Sonis, Sa’Mya thought with a satisfied moan. Nothing felt better than Yazmine’s fingers…or tongue.

Grabbing a handful of Yazmine’s hair, Sa’Mya plucked her from a swollen bud.

“Princess?” Yazmine asked.

Sa’Mya angled Yazmine’s head so that she looked directly up to her. “You will now lick my pussy.” When Yazmine smiled, Sa’Mya gripped her hair tighter. “You will make me come.”

Yazmine’s eye’s sparked with lust. “As you wish.”

Sa’Mya pushed Yazmine down her abdomen. Yazmine nipped and licked as she descended. Finally reaching her treasure, Yazmine placed light kisses on Sa’Mya’s soft folds. Sa’Mya held Yazmine’s hair away from her face, wanting nothing to get into Yazmine’s way.

Yazmine watched Sa’Mya with heavily lidded eyes. She used her thumbs to spread Sa’Mya’s plump folds and swipe a sinful tongue across Sa’Mya’s wet pussy.

“Yazmine,” Sa’Mya whimpered. A thin line of pearly fluid ran from her pussy to the tip of Yazmine’s tongue. Sa’Mya shuddered and her pussy throbbed.

Yazmine used a finger to scoop the trailing liquid into her mouth. “Umm…sweeter than the juice of zangola, Princess.”

Sa’Mya’s shallow breathing was now audible. Her stomach quivered in anticipation. Sa’Mya wrapped her legs tightly around Yazmine’s shoulders. Yazmine would make her come as promised.

Without warning, the vessel slowed abruptly. The safety harness constricted, locking Sa’Mya in place. As it bit into her torso, air was forced from her lungs and Yazmine tumbled from between her legs.

Sa’Mya’s eyes flew open as she began to gasp for air. Her vision swam in front of her, pain coursed up her spine. They had stopped. What’s going on? Tracking beam. Uncle Umar?

Sa’Mya’s heart slammed against her chest as she fumbled for the harness release lever. She grasped and pulled. Nothing happened. Strangling, she struggled for another breath. None would enter her gaping mouth.

She tried the release lever again. Her lungs were on fire. In total panic, Sa’Mya yanked with all her might.

Finally, with a click, the lever released. Sa’Mya fell forward to her hands and knees, gasping for air. Her hair framed her face. She tried to focus. Sounds of alarm bells rang in the background.

Sa’Mya closed her eyes and fought the blurriness. She inhaled and her lungs burned. The second breath cooled the sensation of the first, but not by much.

A throbbing pain magnified across her skull. Her head spun slightly.

With a shaky hand, she stabilized her arm against the seat. Even though her harness no longer restricted her, she still struggled to breathe. Her gaze darted around the compartment. Yazmine slumped, unconscious, by the wall.

Lead filled her limbs as she crawled to Yazmine. Sa’Mya pushed aside locks of Yazmine’s hair to check the side of her neck for a pulse. It was there, but weak and thready. Yazmine’s breathing was too slow. Sa’Mya straightened Yazmine and leaned her against the wall. She was sure the only reason Yazmine was alive was because her legs had been locked around Yazmine’s body.

She focused her attention to the front, where yelling voices sounded distant although they were mere steps away. Sa’Mya staggered to her feet and pushed the privacy screen to the side.

“Princess, stay fastened.” Nebin snapped his head to look at her. His gray-colored eyes scanned her from top to bottom before turning.

She ignored his command and entered the cockpit. Nebin could scold her later. Her legs threatened to buckle underneath her more than once. Sa’Mya made the last wobbly step with outstretched hands and grabbed the back of Moira’s chair for support. She made it by sheer determination.

“What in blazes is going on here?” Sa’Mya dug her nails in the leather headrest. She feared her legs would no longer support her weight. “Yazmine’s injured, she needs medical attention.”

Preoccupied with tending to the lights, sirens and beeps that filled the control console, neither Nebin nor Moira answered her. Sa’Mya opened her mouth to ask them again, but nothing came out.

Sa’Mya gripped the headrest as her vision swam. The contents of her breakfast crept up her throat. Her lungs still burned. With every breath she took, she fought for air.

Moira whipped around. “Princess, we are losing air pressure. Sit down.”

“Don’t you dare speak to me that way,” Sa’Mya mumbled.

“We can’t get away from them.” Nebin’s voice seemed far away.

Get away from whom? Uncle Umar?

Stumbling, Sa’Mya reached out, but caught empty air. She tried again. Her mind clouded and her vision closed in. She thought she heard the distant sound of Moira’s scream before everything went dark.

Available May 24th

Categories: Books | Tags: , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Seven Sexy Words for Saturday

In the heat of passion, these sexy words will always fuel the fire:


Did I miss any?


Categories: 69 Shade Of Smut, Uncategorized | Tags: , , | 2 Comments

%d bloggers like this: