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Toby Aden In the Spotlight

Today I’d like to welcome to the spotlight author Toby Aden. She is a new author for Siren that writes some unique stories. Her voice and writing style can draw you into her world. She has two books currently out with nothing stopping her on future ones. Let’s give this new author some much-needed love and sales. So with great honor, I welcome Toby Aden to the Spotlight on #TWDB.

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THE MELROSE COVEN – BOOK 1

 The Vampire King’s Mate

In the midst of a war between vampires and werewolves that’s been waged for centuries, King Kevyan Melrose lands an unexpected mate.

Dorian Keller, an outrageous, openly gay man, finds himself in a world where fiction is fact. Having the most gorgeous man he’s ever met tell him they are mated throws him for a loop, but hearing the man claim to be a vampire and learning that that he himself is a werewolf blows his mind and sends him running for the hills. But with the evidence put right in front of him, he is left with no choice but to adjust his thinking… especially since turning furry has become his new norm.

Don’t accept what I say. Read the reviews she has received on her first book.

Reviews of Vampire King’s Mate

For more info on the Series go to: www.bookstrand.com/toby-aden

BUY LINKS:

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/book/the-vampire-kings-mate

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Vampire-Melrose-Publishing-Classic-ManLove-ebook/dp/B01DO8GLHU

Amazon Japan: http://www.amazon.co.jp/Vampire-Melrose-Publishing-Classic-ManLove-ebook/dp/B01DO8GLHU

Amazon France: http://www.amazon.fr/Toby-Aden/e/B01DQ17XDQ

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Vampire-Melrose-Publishing-Classic-ManLove-ebook/dp/B01DO8GLHU

Amazon Italy: http://www.amazon.it/gp/aw/s//ref=mw_dp_a_s?ie=UTF8&i=digital-text&k=Toby+Aden

Amazon Australia: https://www.amazon.com.au/gp/aw/s//ref=mw_dp_a_s?ie=UTF8&i=digital-text&k=Toby+Aden

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Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/search?query=Toby%20Aden&fcsearchfield=Author

Amazon German: http://www.amazon.de/Toby-Aden/e/B01DQ17XDQ


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An Unexpected Mating

Justin Chandler hates shifters. In fact, the one thing he associates with shifter is how fast he can kill them. And fate, the bitch, saw to it that his most hated enemy is his mate, and there’s just no way he can ever accept that.

The one thing Shawn McKay held sacred was the anticipation of his mate. As a werewolf, he’d always dreamed of finding his mate. After meeting Justin at a party, he couldn’t deny the intrigue he felt, knowing full well that he had finally found his mate. What he did not expect was meeting Mike Beckley, another vampire and his other mate.

Mike Beckley is a sweet, caring sometimes-oblivious fashion guru and Justin’s on-again, off-again lover. His job as an interior decorator led him straight to his mates, but, with the animosity between his two mates, what will become of the three men?

Buy Links:
http://www.bookstrand.com/book/an-unexpected-mating

Toby has numerous social media sites you can follow her on and keep up to date and future news of her books.

Goodread: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14981680.Toby_Aden

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/toby.aden

Facebook Author Page: https://m.facebook.com/Toby-Aden-452873348245745/

Blog: https://www.tobyaden.blogspot.com

Website: http://www.tobyaden.wix.com/author

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Toby-Aden/e/B01DQ17XDQ

Twitter: @AdenToby

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/tobyaden

#TobyAden, #VampireKingsMate, #AnUnexpectedMating, #MelroseCoven, #SirenPublishing, #Bookstrand

 

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Primal Embrace

Primal Embrace

By Damian Bloodstone,

Copyright 01/01/2012

A voice that sounds of heaven to the ear,
The voice that makes the soul resonate,
A voice that is so beautiful that only angels could match,
A voice that goes silent and yet silently begs.

The eyes that lock in a single stare.
Eyes that melt the walls and build the ember within.
The stare where everything else ceases to exist.
The eyes that meet and two souls are only seen by each other.

A touch that sparks an ember,
A gentleness that begets the primal,
A touch so innocent that tears might come,
A touch so enlightening that darkness fades.

A form that moves to say more than words can,
A soul’s light, radiant and bright in a single form,
A form of beauty and of art,
A form in the dark brought to the light.

A beckoning that goes unsaid,
A drive that is never openly shown,
A primal force and emotion,
That quickly throws all else away.

A touch that becomes more,
A caress that is felt to the core of one’s being,
A gentle embrace that makes all things cease,
The primal emotions and movements taking hold.

The soft moan, the quick sigh,
the sudden gasp, the soft whimper,
the half-done words, the muted moan,
the held breath, the soft cry,
the mingled scents of two to one.

The softness of the lines,
the smoothness of the skin,
the warmth of the soul,
the primal let lose to play.

The touch of the lips,
the softness of the skin,
the rush of the blood to make fire,
the feeling of the tenderness of the little parts.

The feeling of change,
the swell of the graceful body,
the wondrous softness of the one then two,
the little bumps that tickle the tongue,
the one point of each that stokes the fire within.

The rise and falls of the swells,
the valley that softly speaks of parting,
the softness yet lower,
the place which goes in nor out,
where muscles surround and a gem can be found,
the sudden moan as the warmth is touched.

The warmth turns to fire,
the scent turns to odd sweetness,
the softest down unmatched,
the velvet forest that leads to a flower on fire.

The flower opens slowly,
the beauty of nature unmatched,
the softest of petals,
the most sensitive of places,
the moans and cries beckon more,
as Primal is ignited.

The fire becomes blaze,
the opening rimmed,
the tunnel gently explored,
the warm, wetness yet unsatisfied.

The eyes once more meet,
the stem meets flower,
the sounds of the brief silence,
the flower and stem unite.

The sudden cry,
the soft moans now louder,
the quick sigh unending,
the whimper turned to the moan,
the words need not said,
the moans and sounds of the primal.

The sighs turned to cries,
the moans turned to breaths held,
The sudden gasp of life united,
the explosion of the lower heart,
the warmth of the stem’s and flower’s release,
the sudden quite in the garden.

The cries turns to sweet sighs,
the eyes united once more,
the touch felt as if almost pain,
the blaze slows to fire.

The words unsaid yet felt,
the whimper and moan,
the held breath, soft moan,
the flower and stem united no more.

The soft caresses of tenderness,
the mingled scents of flower and stem,
the sweet scent of the two being one,
the memory that is always remembered by the Primal.

The primal yet never dies,
the embers always lit,
the flower waiting to blossom,
the stem waiting to grow to meet,
The roots that lay of each in the heart.

The eyes that beckon,
the eyes that want,
the eyes that wish for touch,
the eyes that cry for love.

The sweet memories of togetherness
the tenderness, the warmth,
the caring, the compassion,
ignited by the primal fires
in souls’ lives long ago united.

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Spotlight – Saving Lena by Rose Nickol

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Saving Lena
Ashcroft Security 1

This book is an unusual menage. The characters are vivid and hold your attention. The scenes she writes make their story come to life.

If you haven’t read any of Rose Nickol’s other books, this newest series is a good starting point. Her story is clever and not as methodical as most romance authors. I enjoyed it. I don’t usually like menage books but this one I liked because of the way the characters were done.

The Ashcroft characters are unique in the fact that they are former military who formed a lasting bond of a unique friendship on and off the battlefield that extended to even their choice of a woman.

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Three men bound by honor, one woman trying to survive in a world she never knew existed, and a world of bad men out to get her.

Melvin Ashcroft, R.J. Blackmore, and Harold Klien are the owners of Ashcroft Security. Lena Scott is unemployed, desperate for a job, and frantically trying to prove herself innocent of crimes she didn’t commit. Is it fate that brought the four of them together?

Lena didn’t know how much trouble she was in or how badly she needed help but falling in love was never part of the plan. When all evidence points to her guilt will the men believe the proof in black and white, or will they trust their hearts? Can evidence even be found to dispute the case against her?

Saving Lena, the first story in the Ashcroft Security series by Rose Nickol.

A Siren Erotic Romance

#DayofEnlightenmentBook #DoE #Dbloodstone #Sirenpublishing #scifi #book #dystopian #romance #erotica #aliens #erde #sex #love #HEA

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Excerpt PG Rated

With eye candy like that in the office it couldn’t be too bad of a place to work, Lena thought. She just might like this. Hal was handsome in a rugged way, and R.J., wow. He was just wow. Blond hair just brushing the top of his collar, ice blue eyes. Handsome didn’t describe him. He was what she pictured a Norse god might have looked like. She could picture women falling to their knees and worshiping at his feet. Yes, she was at the head of that line. She could think of at least one other thing she would do while on her knees in front of him. She’d slowly release his zipper. His cock would be so hard she would have to go slowly to keep from hurting him. Once she had him freed from the confines of his pants, she would try to wrap her hand around him, but he would be too large for her fingers to touch. Taking that beast into her mouth would take would but she could do it.

She let her mind continue to drift while she waited. What would it be like to have the attention of those men? In the few minutes, she had been with them, she had felt her body flush with heat, and parts she didn’t know she possessed had been starting to wake up. She let herself imagine what they would be like in bed. Her mind was still wandering and when she heard the door open again, she felt herself flush. Stop it, she told herself, they can’t read your mind and have no idea what you were thinking. Smile, be professional, you need this job, don’t screw it up. Mental talk completed, Lena stood awkwardly in front of the couch, not comfortable sitting down.

“It was good seeing you again, R.J., call me soon and I’ll bring you the numbers on that deal, but I think I can get my guys to go for it.” The man Lena had been talking to, Hal, slapped Mr. Blackmore on the back and let himself out the door. Just before he stepped out the door, he turned to Lena and winked.

Mr. Blackmore then turned to Lena. “Ms. Scott, follow me.”

Lena glanced once more toward the door Hal had just walked out and followed R.J. into the office. She felt a little like Alcee sliding down the rabbit hole, but she wasn’t sure why.

“Have a seat, Ms. Scott.” He indicated a leather chair placed in front of the massive desk, and Lena perched on the edge.

He started to ask the standard interview questions and Lena relaxed. At the end of the interview, he offered Lena the job.

She gladly accepted and stood to shake his hand and leave.

“Ms. Scott…” he started.

“I think since we’re going to be working together you can call me Lena, Mr. Blackmore,” she stopped him with a smile.

“Lena, call me R.J. I was wondering if you would be willing to join Hal and me for a drink, to celebrate, and I can fill you in more on what we’ll expect from you around here. I’d like to tell you more about the business. What do you say?” he asked, a boyish grin on his face.

Oh, this is so not a good idea, Lena thought, as she nodded her head. What could one drink with two gorgeous hunks hurt?

R.J. led Lena to a waiting car. Hal was already in the back seat. This shocked Lena a little. Had they planned this? She was beginning to doubt her decision. She slid in the middle of the seat, and R.J. slid in beside her. She felt a little trapped, squished between the two large men.

“I see you talked her into it,” Hal said as she slid in.

“Yep, but I promised to talk business, so behave,” R.J. answered with a chuckle. “Lena, Hal, Mel, and I were in the Navy together, we were all Navy SEALs and Hal was my dive partner. We’ve known each other for a long time. My meeting with Hal today was too firm up some business dealings. He’s buying into the firm and you’ll be working with him as much as you will be with me. You still need to meet with Melvin Ashcroft, the owner, who is out of state right now checking into some contracts. He’ll be back sometime tomorrow. Don’t worry, I have the authority to hire you, the job is yours. Mel respects my decision.”

R.J. and Hal proceeded to tell her about the business and give her a hint of what her duties might be. Hal’s arm rested along the back of the seat and his hand drifted down to cup her shoulder. Lena felt a shiver run through her body as Hal started casually rubbing his thumb back and forth over her collar bone. She glanced at that thumb out of the corner of her eye and wondered if the rumors were true, the size of a man’s thumb was an indicator of the size of… She mentally shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She didn’t need to be going down that path.

R.J.’s hand was lying on his leg, very close to her thigh.

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Excerpt R-Rated

Lena led the way into her home and waved her arm to indicate they could sit on the couch. “Let me get a bag and I’ll grab some things,” she said, walking into the room and heading for the back corner. Soon they heard things rustling and she was back within a very few minutes. “That will do for a few days. I just need to set up the plants. They all have self-watering pots so they will be okay for a few days. I have just a few more things to do. Do you want something to drink while you wait, should we take something out to Thurston?” Lena asked as she continued gathering things. Thurston had decided to stay with the car. He had taken one look around and pulled a gun out of the glove compartment and laid it on the seat beside him. This seemed to strike R.J. and Hal as funny and they both teased the man as they helped her out of the car. All Thurston said was, “Just in case, sir,” then picked up his newspaper and started reading.

“Thurston will be fine, honey, and so will we, you just do what you need to so we can get to dinner,” Hal told her, grabbing her e-reader off the table and turning it on.

Lena was intent on doing what she needed and didn’t notice that Hal and R.J. were looking at her e-reader until she went to look for it to pack it. “Where’s my…” she started to ask halfway to herself when she noticed the men had their heads together and were looking at something. She walked around the couch to see what they were looking at. Her eyes got wide when she saw them with her e-reader. She immediately went into a panic. She had all her erotic romances on there. She didn’t need them seeing that. How long had they been looking at it? They really didn’t need to know her reading habits. Trying to be casual, she walked over to them and said, “Hey, I’m ready. I just need to find my…oh, there it is. My e-reader, I need to pack that.” She reached for it.

“Not so fast, I’m reading something.” R.J. said as he started reading out loud, “Then he pulled Samantha face down over his lap, adjusting her so that her bare pussy—”

Lena grabbed for the e-reader. “Give me that…I…I. Please don’t read any more out loud,” she pleaded when Hal captured her hand with his and pulled her down to sit on his lap. Lena tried to hide her face when R.J. moved the e-reader to his other side and continued reading. “Her bare pussy was wet and ready, waiting for him and his brothers.”

“Oh, please, please stop reading,” Lena pleaded. If she could disappear, she would. She was more likely to die of embarrassment before that happened, though.

“Hold on, this is the good part,” R.J. said as he once again continued the story. “Stop interrupting. Okay, remember Samantha is face down over Jared’s lap and her pussy is bare.”

“Yeah, we got that part. Go on,” Hal told him impatiently.

Lena turned her face into Hal’s shoulder. How much more embarrassed could she get?

“Before they could have their fun, Jared, Jake and Jordan had a punishment to administer. Samantha had earned a spanking with her rude behavior and that was something they would not tolerate. Jared rubbed his hand over Samantha’s bare ass cheeks, rubbing soothing circles over her lush bottom. It was pert and round, nicely cushioned just like he and his brothers liked. He couldn’t wait for them all to take her. He would take that virgin pussy while his brother Jake took her little round hole. They would have to be careful and prepare her. Samantha hadn’t had many experiences with men and never with men like the three of them.”

R.J. stopped reading and laid the device down. “Nice choice of reading material, darling.”

“If you’re done, can you go now?” Lena asked. She just wanted them gone, at this point, she didn’t care if she ever saw them again.

Hal cupped her face with both of his hands. “Don’t be embarrassed about your choice of reading material, it says a lot about you and the kind of woman you are,” he said, smiling.

Yeah, it shows what kind of pervert I am, she thought.

As if he could read her thoughts, R.J. said, “Don’t be ashamed of your feelings or of who you are. Everyone has their own kink, and there are more poly couples than you think.”

“There are, so this kind of thing isn’t weird or something the author made up just to sell books?” she asked, relaxing a little. When she read her books, they took her to another world where she could be a woman loved by one or more men and not shamed for her desires. “Is the spanking part real too?” She was a little embarrassed asking the question but really wanted to know. When she had asked Simon or Frankie to spank her, they had looked at her like she was crazy and she was so ashamed she never would talk to them about it again.

“Yes, darling, if you were ours you would be spanked and probably often,” R.J. answered.

Saving Lena – Ashcroft Security 1

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I’m different?

I’m different, and you know this how?

Well, I believe we are all a little different. Everyone has some problems, quirks, or even kinks. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be you but only a copy of everyone else.

Since this is Autism Awareness Month, I thought I might share my story.

I realized I was different early in my childhood. Where most kids could read simple things by five, I had trouble. I had difficulty with sounding words, and putting htem (not a typo) together.

Yes, “htem” is how I normally saw the word “them.” It takes a great deal of concentration to type some days. I don’t hate my unique dyslexia or my backward speech patterns when I get mentally tired. I do hate people making fun of me or looking at me strangely when I make those mistakes. I don’t do it as often anymore, but when I get tired or upset, my mind freaks and then reading back words, numbers or even street signs becomes a crap shoot.

I was taught reading from having them read to me. If I couldn’t hear the word, I couldn’t read. No matter how many times I tried sounding words out few things worked. Phonetically, by syllable, or even having someone sound it out with me, my brain didn’t register the word in its usual form.  After I had seen and had the word read to me a number of times, I could understand my visually seeing htem as them. Single letters and numbers weren’t a problem.

By the time 2nd grade came. I could do these things for most simple words but it took two long years of study. I could write the letters in the right order after I had seen them enough, but if I came to a new word, forget it. It baffled the teachers and back in the early seventies, the only things the doctors knew was mental retardation as a prognosis.

I would play for hours alone, away from others or play with only one other child. Socializing for me was extremely hard. I preferred to be alone. My mind ran at a hundred miles a minute with the sensory info I was getting. Complicate that by adding someone else and things get weird fast. They classified me as an introvert and tried to break me out of my shell, so to speak, at school but that never worked.

I rarely talked as I do today with others. When I did my speech was a jumble of words. at times. I would get physically or mentally tired and my speech would come out like this: ” I want drink to get.” I couldn’t make sense all the time. Trouble is, I still do this when exhausted or overstimulated.

Things slowly got better for me until around 6th grade. Due to an abusive teacher and other kids being bullies, I withdrew big time. My speech went crazy at times, reading was next to impossible and spelling took total concentration. Long story short, they put me in a special ed class for the year. My problems settled but never went away.

When 7th grade finally happened the same problems surfaced again. The school system wanted me in a special ed class again. My parents knew I was intelligent. Socializing was my biggest problem, they thought. After that was home schooled.  I did the work and my parents graded it.

I excelled in my homeschool lessons and my parents like the idea I wasn’t getting sick constantly or having my speech and writing problems.

It wasn’t that the work was easy. It was actually harder than in regular school. The main reason I could do better was fewer distractions and people around me. I was safe and comfortable in my own place and my mind could work.

When 8th grade came up, the homeschool I had been going to didn’t have a high school for materials. I actually went to correspondence school for my high school years and one that was super hard. We didn’t know it until later that the books and lessons were actually college courses from the college and not high school courses.

I did the work and got good grades. I also learned a lot on my own from researching ideas and studying nature. I read every medical book I could get my hands onto on my father’s highest shelves. I also read a lot of books. All kinds of books. Everything from fantasy and sci-fi to the romance novels of my mother’s favorites.

All that time I was also learning to type and how to spell the words easier than ever. My fingers hit the keys in the right order from memory even if my brain told me otherwise when looking at them. I got my first computer and word processor. Then I started writing.

Things that take all my concentration are cathartic for me. Typing,  writing, driving, doing physical things, and problem-solving are things that ground me.

Doctors today wouldn’t have told my parents I was probably “mentally retarded.” They would have diagnosed me as autistic with dyslexia. Psychologists would have diagnosed me as an introvert type personality with social disabilities in interacting with others. Psychiatrists would have told them I had a vivid imagination and liked to dwell in my own world rather than the real one or jump into a different projected personality when problems arise because my own personality was fragmented from family situations.

It would be more than twenty years later before they realized I was autistic and those other things. By that time, I was through college. I had learned how to cope with things on my own, but that doesn’t mean I always can.

Sirens, flashing lights, loud music, scents, and groups of people can overload me. They make me crawl back into my shell for days or create processes that make me wish to flee them. Loud shouting or fighting brings out the hermit crab in me.

Combine this with a constant and varying migraine with a ringing in my ears and you have a bad list for a day out if they happen. That’s a subject for another post.

Then there is something I don’t talk about that bothers me even more. I finally found a way around that. I wear gloves but tend to get frantic without them now. That is for another post too, I think.

Some days are harder for me than others. Most days I would rather shut out the world than expose myself to the myriad of sounds, smells, and experiences that assault my senses. I am most at home and at ease when in front of a computer with only my pet around me. I guess I’m still that little hermit crab.

I write my stories and explore new worlds, places, characters, and experiences all while trapped in my own little world.

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How Did I Get Started Writing? – Part 2

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Where were we? I remember I had gotten my first computer just received GEOS for it.

 Well, GEOS came with a word processor, graphics, and some other programs. My first crude stories took shape on that and later another better word processor program. From the information I had acquired, I began to flesh out these alien beings called the First Borne.

 I made detailed medical notes on them while creating the stories. The race began to take shape as all things do in life. My biggest problem was they were not like humans but were in other ways.

 I used the graphic programs to draw up their body, then their internal organ arrangement. I drew on medical knowledge from books and studied various animals with traits similar to this race.

 Everything came to a halt after I was sixteen. Family health problems and deaths had me living in two places. I set all of this aside to concentrate on my parents and grandparents.

 I still wrote small stories. I wanted to pursue writing, but the only local college that offered such a program was way too expensive. I was given the chance to go to college for Electronics Technology. I went but found the market saturated with military coming out with more knowledge than I possessed with an Associates of Applied Science. I got another job using my art abilities and computer skills in drafting and design.

 Still, I wrote my little stories. I also read so many books I couldn’t count them all. It was through reading other authors that I decided to set writing aside for later. Once I became disabled, later became now.

 I started on one story. It detailed the second great war of my races. I still haven’t finished it, but it led me to a new place, Erde. From this place stories grew unlike I had written before. I wrote over one million words before trying to do my first book in a two-year period. Now I’m published, and my first story is out there in the world.

 This isn’t a long post because it didn’t need to be.

 Oh, the Hourglass. Well, that was a little story I wrote while in the ERWA (Erotica Readers and Writers Association). If it weren’t for those people there teaching me and pushing me, I would have kept with it. The other group is Writer’s World, that I need to thank. The lessons the head person gives in files and on posts proved of immense value in making my writing lean and never giving up my voice.

 The only way to succeed is to help others succeed, and from their blessings, we are all so blessed. – The Mistress

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Update on What I’m Doing 03/22/2016

I thought I would post a short update on where stories stand right now in my works.

Day of Enlightenment – Published and out for sale at http://www.bookstrand.com/book/day-of-enlightenment

Prelim title (Repentance Tower) – WIP.  Editing in progress and once done will be submitted. It is the further adventures of Edyn and Ciar from Day of Enlightenment.

Real life work has worn me down recently. So things are going slower than expected or desired.

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Emotions – Can You Feel It?

Many writers struggle with putting emotions and sensation into their writing. Like those, I struggle with it.  (This is a work safe topic too even in the pieces I show.)

I didn’t know what I was doing wrong until I did a little test of my own. I was writing and posting in the ERWA (Erotica Readers and Writers Association) and learning more each time. They have a thing called Flash Fiction Sunday. It is limited to 200 words, but you have to craft a mini-story with those words. So, I did but didn’t realize people would get so upset with what I wrote that Sunday.

People called me out on the three flashers because they all believed the sensations and emotions came from two people. These were clearly fetish pieces to me. This lead me to realize that I was emoting in my writing more than I had previously thought. I hadn’t know I had broken any rules because to me these were actual pieces of erotica.

Below are the three flashers that caused the crazy uproar for your enjoyment. See if you think they emote?

Her Blue Lover

His New Girlfriend

Kane’s Lover

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Her Blue Lover

Her Blue Lover

By Damian Bloodstone (damianbloodstone@gmail.com)

Copyright © 7/3/2012  All Rights Reserved.  This cannot be copied in whole or in part without the author’s sole express permission.

The wind whipped through their hair.  His power and grace between her parted thighs.  The gentleness of his approach and forcefulness of his muscular build made her heart race as his body thrust upward.

“Am I moving too fast?”

She sighed wondering if he heard it.  The sensation of her body riding him, the subtle movement of his muscles beneath her was causing a new excitement in her.  She pushed up from him and observed his notice.  “No, continue.”

He moved in rhythm, making her experience the rush of sensual pleasure as his body slowly raised, thrusting into her.  Leaning forward on him, she felt his soft, cool skin, could hear his powerful heart beating as he moved.  His scent was pleasant, smelling like that after a thunderstorm.  Diving now, she heard the wind rushing in her ears as blood rushed to every deepest part of her.  She screamed, her body tightened around him, set free in sensual pleasure.

He felt her grip lighten around his neck as he softly lowered to the surface.  “Did I do well?”

She moved slowly from the saddle, stroking his bright blue scales in love.  “Yes, dragon, my first ride was an experience.”

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His New Girl Friend

His New Girlfriend

By Damian Bloodstone (damianbloodstone@gmail.com)

Copyright © 7/3/2012  All Rights Reserved.  This cannot be copied in whole or in part without the author’s sole express permission.

He looked at her again.  She was sleek; the graceful curves of her body were perfect.  The soft, smoothness of her skin and the way the light cast her in shadow, these were her wonders to behold.  Her eyes stared back at him, bright green in the dimness, as his hands gripped her body, his finger lighting on her most sensitive spot.  Pushing it into her was like heaven to his senses.  The experience of her weight in his gentle hands as he lightly touched her to make her go off in her type of orgasm.  Her pushing back against him, arching her body was exciting to his senses.  It was more than sexual; it was spiritual as he heard her cry out for the first time.  The heat from her embracing him with her scent caused his mind to race in erotic pleasure.  Her body quieted in his grasp once more.

A hand placed lightly on his shoulder broke his concentration.  He gently placed her down breaking his link with it.

“Well, is she the one?”

“Oh, yes.  This pistol is perfect for me.  This is definitely my new girlfriend.”

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