Out December 17 – a hot, hot erotic romance novella titled Aisle 6.
Can Trish save a human species by having fantastic sex with the hot guy from the supermarket?
Trish Swanson is doing her usual thing—checking out a man she calls The Bod at the supermarket when she discovers a weird anomaly in Aisle 6. After she approaches it, she finds herself transported to another time and place, and The Bod is waiting for her, dressed as a desert sheik. He wants to help her work out her sexual fantasies. On the fun scale, it sure beats her job in the IT department.
Read on for an excerpt. Also, to celebrate the release I’ll be raffling off another of my hand knitted cowls to someone on my mailing list. To sign up, visit my blog http://www.alicegaines.blogspot.com. I’ll draw the winner’s name on December 20. It’ll make a nice post-Christmas present.
Now for an X-rated excerpt, read on…
The role-play thing was cute. She would never have dared to suggest it herself. Now that he’d freed her from the constrictions of everyday life, she could explore it at will. Their agreement had said all acts between them were consensual. If she told him not to do something, he’d stop. They could engage in all kinds of things she’d normally never consider.
“Are you going to ravish me now?” she asked.
“Ravish?” He stared at her as if he didn’t understand the word.
“You know… you abducted me from the harem of the evil sultan so you could have me for yourself,” she said. “You must have planned on ravishing me.”
His expression cleared. “But of course. You aroused such passion in me I stole you away for my own voluptuous purposes.”
Laying it on a little thick again, but the pure hokeyness made the pretending all the more fun.
“I live to serve my master,” she said. If they kept this going, she’d end up giggling, and that would spoil the mood. So instead of any more conversation, she pressed her palm to the front of his robes. As she’d suspected, she found a very impressive bulge there. Long and thick. Her mystery researcher was endowed with more than beauty, it seemed.
He sucked in a breath and groaned.
“You had some of that wine, too, huh?” she said.
“When you arrived. I’ve been waiting to make you ready since.”
He pushed her hand away. “Not quite.”
Before his meaning could register, he turned her onto her back on the couch. Because it was the style the Romans had used to dine from, it had no back, and he was able to part her legs, leaving them to dangle over the sides. In the next second, he covered her with his body and kissed her, taking possession of her mouth in a clear prelude to much, much more.
Running her arms around his neck, she answered. She was his, at least for now. He’d already given her one stupendous climax, and the main act wouldn’t disappoint. He seemed eager to please, and he had all the right equipment. This would be one glorious fuck.
What, the F word? She never used that, not even in her fantasies.
All worries about profanity flew out of her head as he moved lower along her body. Neither of them had removed their clothing, but hers was so sheer it hardly counted. He easily closed his mouth around her nipple, teasing it through the fabric.
How sweet and forbidden. As if he couldn’t stop long enough to get her naked. He’d made sure nothing covered her pussy, though. Smart man. She probably wouldn’t have the patience to disrobe, either.
He didn’t stop at her breasts, but continued lower, his hot breath laying a trail over her belly and below. Oh, my, he was going to do $that. A few lovers had tried with her, but she’d usually frozen so badly she couldn’t enjoy it.
Only, this wasn’t the real world. She’d had the spiked wine, and the make-believe had freed her to try whatever she wanted. And though her mind might have some reservations about oral sex, her pussy thought it was a wonderful idea. Already the fires were burning there, not having completely extinguished from his earlier loving. This man could make silly dialogue sound good. He could work magic with her most intimate flesh.
So when he arrived there, eased her thighs farther apart and placed his mouth on her lips, she sank back into the cushions and let him do exactly what he wanted.
When his tongue brushed her clit, she nearly exploded out of her skin. The slight rasp was like nothing she’d ever felt before. He created magic with her body, turning her into a creature so carnal she hardly recognized herself.
But even this served as prelude. He had more to give her, and she’d have him. Now.
Out of her mind with need, she groped for his head and touched his face. “I’m ready.”
He raised his head. “You’re sure?”
“God, yes,” she said. “Do I have to beg?”
“Never.” He sat up and tugged at his robes. The heavy top one went first, flying across the room when he threw it. Beneath that, he wore a caftan of a softer cotton. He nearly tore it in his hurry to get naked. When he’d finally removed that, nothing blocked her vision of his body. Just as magnificent as she’d imagined when she’d dubbed him The Bod. Firm and sleekly muscled. And at the base of his torso stood his cock. Stiff and ruddy with arousal. He had, indeed, waited a long time for satisfaction. She’d give it to him now.
With no further discussion, he took his place between her legs and drove his sex into hers in one thrust. His size would have proved difficult had he not excited her so completely. Wet and eager for him, her pussy closed around him. Neither of them moved or spoke, but the expression of wonder on his face echoed her own sense of perfection.
Then he closed his remarkable blue eyes and began to move. Slowly, at first. Deep thrusts. Exploring. Finding his way inside her.
Now, the universe contracted to contain only them. The heat of his body as it moved over hers. The sounds he made as he plundered her and her answering sighs. The friction of his hardness against her inner walls. She surrendered to all of it, allowing herself to drown in the sensations.
She’d climax again, with him inside her. Her muscles would grasp at his flesh. Already, the tension built. With each thrust, he drove her closer.
With a groan, he increased the pace. Pushing harder and deeper. As if he couldn’t get enough of her. He’d reached the end of his patience and would come soon. So would she. He’d made her ready, and now he’d finish them both.
The orgasm came suddenly, engulfing her entire being. She cried out again as her hips rose to meet him. Then the spasms — strong and regular. His voice joined hers in a shout as he stiffened. They clung to each other as the ecstasy played out.