New Minotaur Erotica!

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The labyrinth was cold, and it was far too damp. Still, Siena knew her duty was to follow the command of her guild and hunt the beast awaiting her in the dark. Thinking herself ready for such a challenge, she is deeply shocked to find herself facing off against a creature more intelligent and strong than anticipated.

The minotaur is no easy prey.

Trapped beneath the earth and defeated in battle, the young blonde soon understands that her bravado may have gotten her in more trouble than she can handle. With an intimidating beast keen to show her what human females are truly built for, Siena quickly goes from screaming for a chance to prove herself, to begging for a taste of the monster's dark promises.

This 7.8k word story involves situations full of reluctant dubcon, begging for orgasms, deep and rough blow jobs, forced breeding and copious amounts of hot, sticky minotaur seed.

This book is part of the Monster Hunter Conquest series, a
collection of stand alone stories all focused around the adventures of
one young woman. Each tale is a sexy, explicit ride following the
blonde, brave, and often ill-fated Siena Rovan as she hunts fantastical
beasts across the land. Against all odds, she seeks out the fiercest of
monsters with the intent to take them down. More often than not, the
creatures take Siena instead; literally, and roughly. Every book in the
series can be read without having indulged in any of the others, though
chances are if you liked one, you'll love the rest!

WARNING, CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT

Excerpt:

Reaching down, he grabbed her forearms and lifted them over her head. It was a casual motion, and he ignored her struggles and shouts. Cold metal clasped her wrists, shackles that left her so her toes barely touched the ground, her nubile form stretched to the limit.

"What are you doing?" She growled, trying to yank free but finding the chains solid. "Aren't you going to kill me?"

Dethros stepped back, his smirk as wicked as the way he watched her squirm. "Is that what you would like, a swift death?"

He lifted his ax from his belt, giving it a once over. "Or a slow one, maybe?" Almost out of boredom, he brought the curved blade to her throat, and instantly she stopped moving. The metal was strangely warm, its nearness making the pulse in her neck rapid. Wide eyed, she stared up at the minotaur, trying to discern his thoughts from that bull shaped face.

"Well? Is this what you were wishing for?"

Siena was terrified that if she spoke, she might cut her own skin. Trembling, she saw him lift a brow in question. The weapon dragged down, brushing over the leather tunic on her chest. Instantly, with the steel not so near her soft throat, she muttered a response.

"No, no of course not."

"Well, then perhaps it is your lucky day." Dethros chuckled, putting his ax away.

"What? What do you mean by that?" Her voice spiked with wary confusion, and when he reached out to stroke her cheek, she tried to yank away. It was not to be, his huge palm cupped her jaw, his rough thumb brushing her skin.

"I mean, I would rather not kill such a lovely little thing. A shame your guild was so ready to throw you away." That touch rolled down to her neck, and she knew he could feel the nervous pumping of her blood. His smell was everywhere, and once more she found her brain growing cloudy.

'What is this, why am I getting so distracted by his smell?'

As if he could read her mind, he brought his muzzle to her shoulder, inhaling deeply and making her gasp. The sensation sent tingles up her spine, thrilling her in a way she thought was out of place.

"W-what are you going to do with me, then?"

"What indeed," he grunted, tracing the line of her forehead and running fingers through her blonde tresses. "Your hair is so soft, your skin, too. Human females are almost made to give pleasure to the senses, aren't they?"

Writing Erotica on a Plane

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Creamy Curvy Erotica

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All Ashley has ever known or cared about has been the warm kitchen, the feel of flour on her skin. Voluptuous, but always hidden in her baking jacket, her position has allowed her to avoid many things. That is, until one day, her blind eye to her failing bakery becomes her biggest mistake. Enter Trevor Malone, a man who knows an opportunity when he sees one. With the full figured girl begging for her job, he offers her a deal; Work under him, and she can stay on at the bakery. It seems an easy decision, until it's clear there is far more to working for the sharp tongued man than baking cookies. What starts as a business agreement soon spirals down a road of dark promises and taboo pleasure.

This 15k word BBW erotica story is full of many things some may find offensive. Included inside--

Blackmail, complete wardrobe control, forced orgasms, forced exhibition, spanking and orgasm denial, and a particularly detailed humiliation involving some unexpected male cream.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY, THIS STORY CONTAINS EXTREMELY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES

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Each time he spanked her, a jolt of arousal was spiking in her center.

It seemed wrong, so taboo to be reprimanded like this, punished like a child. The idea of him dominating her body, controlling her so easily, was setting a fire in her loins that only made her more ashamed. She felt lucky, at least, that the cries of pain were louder than her pants of passion.

Once, he hit her so hard she screamed out for him to stop. His reply was cool, casual. “Beg me, call me Sir, and ask me to stop. Tell me you'll never misbehave again.”

Ashley was stunned, how much further did he want to push her? She was already letting him spank her, now he wanted her to apologize, to beg him?

His hand squeezed her rear, making her shiver. It was a new feeling, and she found herself enjoying it. It only made his next slap even worse. As the crisp sound cut the air, she wiggled her hips and cried out in defeat.

“Please! Please, Sir, stop! I swear, I'll...” His hand came down, cutting her off, making her sob. “I won't be bad, I won't misbehave! I swear, I swear, Sir, so please! Please, just stop!”

Her body was shaking, but Trevor seemed to have listened, for he stroked his fingers gently over her tender rear, playing with the hem of her dress. The material had ridden high, revealing the backs of her thighs and some of her curved flesh. “Oh, that was nice. You beg so pretty. Alright, I won't spank you anymore. Though, I don't know if you hated it as much as you acted.”

Her heart thrummed at the vulnerability caused by his digits yanking the dress high, her panties exposed before his seeking eyes. She wanted to get up, to escape, but his other hand pressed on her lower back, holding her still. Easily, he followed the roundness of her thick ass, before finally forcing her thighs open enough to give access to the junction. Before he even went exploring, Ashley knew what he would find.

The wetness soaking her panties was copious, and his fingers brushed along her slit, watching the strands come away. “Oh my, you're so wet!” His words made her moan, and she knew her cheeks were as red as her ass.

A New Romance

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After a shocking divorce out of left field, and a life changing plane crash, Layla is beginning to think she might be the unluckiest woman alive. Lost in the Alaskan wilderness, her concern is for her life, but her soul is aching with worry for the man who broke her heart when he handed her the papers that changed everything. Layla may be unlucky, but even if she is left alone in the cold outdoors, she knows her soon to be ex husband is lost there as well. Can the pair find each other in the blinding world of biting white, and if so, will it change their fates?

A 4.5k word story about a romance that exists deep in the heart of a misunderstanding, and how love can triumph over the worse of situations.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY, THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES

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I wondered if he believed me, for his eyes searched my expression as if it was a puzzle he could solve. I was almost sure when he seemed to relax, but convinced when he gently pulled my chin back in for another press of lips.

Under the falling snow, we kissed, ice drops landing on our cheeks but never hindering us despite the cold. At one point, we fell to the ground, rolling on the white earth and feeling only our bodies. His hands were in my hair, on my neck, and mine couldn't stop tracing his shoulders.

Part of my mind tingled, wondering if this was wise. Not because it was Jack, no, I knew I wanted him. But the fear of exposing ourselves to the wilderness, I didn't know if we were making our situation worse.

As his fingers slipped under my coat, I realized I didn't care.

His palms were cool, but soon they warmed on my skin, tracing the shape of my sternum up to my ample chest. I was eager, and at the first plying of his digits onto my breasts, I thrust my chest to meet his touch. The mist from my groans filled the air, a tangible sign of my need. My nipples were hard, and his grip was firm, tugging and making them yearn for more. Gently, he twisted and flicked my rosebuds, until I was wiggling with lust.

Sexy Stone Lover (Gargoyles!)

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In a small forgotten town, a bell tower sits, waiting to be explored by the likes of notorious monster hunter, Siena Rovan. Blonde, brash, she's proven again and again that her escapades to take down monsters only ends up with her sweet body being bent over and taken, roughly, until she's moaning for more. This time, a creature dark and clever waits for her at the top of an old church, but is it only a rumor, or will the monster prove both real, and too much for her senses? A wild, 7k word monster sex story full of reluctant sex, edgeplay, orgasm denial and forced exhibition.

WARNING, THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY AND CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT THAT MAY OFFEND SOME PEOPLE

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Her mouth hung open when he removed his claw, her mind racing to try and make sense of all this. The gargoyle ran his fingers down her throat, amazing her when he didn't spill her blood. Up and up, he followed her sternum, before drifting around the edges of her pert chest. The skin tingled where he touched, like she was being rubbed with an astringent liquid, something like hot, mulled wine and spices. It set a slow working flame into her flesh, and as he drew closer to her firm nipples, the heat only spread.

“What are you doing to me?” Siena gaped, inhaling sharply at the strange tingles rocking her body. His laugh was dark as shadow, a whisper in the quiet night.

“You feel it, I take it? That was fast, normally the magic takes a bit, you must be responsive to it.” Talons flicked, almost scratching her skin, but skirting the line of pain. It felt like he was picking at her very cells, and she thrust her chest with a ripple of fear and excitement. Her hands reached up, grabbing at his wrists, but he was unyielding at she tried to push his seeking fingers away.

The flurry of energy and pleasure was seeping into her bones, moving as if her chest was the center and radiating outwards. When it hit her lower belly, she felt her muscles twitching. A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek from exertion, her mind fighting to make sense of the sudden flush of arousal hitting her nubile form. “What, magic? How... I don't...”

“You don't know much about gargoyles, little bird.” The point of a claw circled one of her hard rosebuds, the tip of her breast aching to be touched. It hit her so suddenly, leaving her dazed and concerned, her body not acting as her own. When combined with the unsettling result of hanging upside down, the girl was too confused to control herself. Rutchsio's contact on her breast shifted, moving to the other, leaving her yearning to have the most sensitive parts of her bosom caressed. “We're an old breed, we've been around for a long time. We know how to survive, and we've learned how weak humans are to their own sexual needs.”

“I'm not... weak!” Siena grunted, squeezing her eyes shut under a new ripple of pleasure. The monster clicked his tongue, stroking between the valley of her chest almost idly.

“No? You think you're able to resist the pull of your own desire?”

The girl felt a quiver in her belly, and though she feared she was fighting a losing battle, she was too proud not to try. “Of course I can! Ung... It isn't even... doing much to me!”

Rutchsio threw back his head, guffawing at her bravado. It made her blush, but the redness of her cheeks only grew when he poised his claw over one nipple, watching her face with interest. His eyes drew her, that red gaze holding her still as she waited in the heavy moment.

“Then let us see, shall we?”

Yes, Chef #2 Service & Submission

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Marie never imagined she'd meet someone like Baxter Wilcox; Domineering, controlling, and with a cruel streak that would make most people run. But Marie isn't running, oh no, she's finding herself drawn to the head chef in a way that confuses and concerns her. At first she finds herself rebelling against the changes he insists on making to her restaurant, but soon he has her bent over and begging. Agile fingers know her weak spots, and teasing words thrill her to the core. Lost in his winter blue eyes and those sweet, venomous grins, Marie can only wonder if she's in over her head.

11K words of steamy rough sex, orgasm denial, spanking, and more.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY, CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENES

Excerpt-----

He kissed her like she was the finest wine, and he had no qualms swallowing the whole bottle.

Marie moved under him, twisting until she was facing the head chef fully. He didn't try to stop her, he only held her cheeks as if she might try and escape his seeking lips. Her back was pressed into the edge of the counter, and he stood between her legs, pushing her into the metal edge roughly. Thumbs brushed her soft skin, his fingers sliding back, behind her skull and down her neck. Baxter made a path with his palms, outlining her shoulders and down until he had her by the waist.

'He still tastes like figs,' she thought suddenly.

The man lifted her easily, setting her onto the surface that they would ready orders during service. Marie shivered, finding herself eye level with those pools of winter blue. He tugged on her lower lip, hard enough with those sharp teeth to make her both flinch and moan in ecstasy; He was too good at reading her, her body was boiling with need.

The blonde pulled away, and she whined in regret, her hands digging into his shoulders to pull him back. Baxter only chuckled, his new goal clear when he bent down to take one of her firm pink nipples into his laughing mouth. The warm suction of his lips sent jolts of pleasure to her throbbing arousal. When he crushed his hands into her spine to force her to arch her breasts further into his face, Marie cried out, loud in the silent restaurant.

Her breathing was heavy, her chest thrumming under him; She was sure he could feel her heart vividly. Baxter drifted his hands low, hooking the straps of her black panties, inching them down her thighs where they hung on either side of him. The blonde man set one of her hard rosebuds free of his tongue, long enough to step back and tug the ruined garment away from her feet. The sound she made was low, desperate.

Pushing her creamy legs open, the head chef knelt, licking her stomach as he went. The movement made Marie blink, her grip shifting to hold onto his wrists. If she had any plans to try and push him away, to snap her thighs together and leap free of this sexual encounter, she made no further indication. Her fingers were tight in anticipation on him, her knuckles white as bone.

Baxter slowed when he brushed his finely shaped nose over the indent of her belly button, twinkling eyes rolling up to peer at her from under his lowered brows. His words were hauntingly low, sweet and dark as coffee. “Your lust is strong, my dear. I can smell it from here. How hungry is this little pussy of yours?”

He was blunt, and it made her flush in a bloom of red. She knew she was soaked, she could feel her liquid along the junction of her thighs, pooling on the metal counter beneath her ass.

“It has a lovely scent,” he grinned wickedly, rubbing his cheek on the inside of her leg and moving ever closer to his target. “I think I'd like a taste, should I, Marie? Would you like that?”

Baxter pulled one his hands free from her, leaving her palm to fall to the table almost absently. Marie was too focused on him, staring intently at his face, his every little motion. When he ran his digits down, grazing over the small, soft curls of hair, trimmed as they were, he gave a sigh. She trembled when he kept on, tracing the crease on either side of her nethers, teasing her with his avoidance.

Everything he did was making her quiver, and she was sure, with how close he was, he could see the swollen button of her clit jump with her need. “Well, Marie? Would you?”

The chef slipped an agile finger tip up the dew coated front of her slit, coating it in her juice and making her inhale; Sharp and swift as if she had forgotten to breathe at all. “Yes, oh god, I would!”

That laugh was amused, and it vibrated through her skin with his closeness.

“Of course you would.”

Monster Hunter Conquest Bundle#2

Bundle #2 is up! Check it out, has some cool art inside! :D

How many times can our lovely blonde challenge, and fail, in her quest to prove herself as a skilled monster hunter? Once again, she sets out bravely to battle creatures of every type. From a group of werewolves, to a mysterious basilisk, and even a brooding beast called a mind leech, Siena does her best to take them on in this collection of three stories; Yielding to Werewolves, Yielding to the Blind Beast, and Yielding to the Mind Leech. Enjoy 21k words of steamy sex of every sort!

NOW WITH BONUS ILLUSTRATIONS FOR EACH STORY

WARNING, THIS BOOK IS FOR ADULTS ONLY AND CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES OF FORCED SEX BETWEEN WOMEN AND MULTIPLE MONSTERS. (Gangbangs, Monster Sex,Forced F/F, Mind Control)

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She was about to ask why, to try and understand any of this, when she instead found herself gawking at the sudden bare chest of the red head. The woman was fit, lean, her ivory skin tight with slight muscle. Despite this, her breasts were still ample, round with rouge nipples that stood firm in the light.

'Wait,' she thought suddenly, 'I'm not even into girls!'

The words in response were cool, low, but crisp as autumn in the depths of her brain.

'Then, let us change that.'

The shift was instant, and the young hunter felt her very beliefs, her core being and desires, shifting around like a puzzle box. When the pieces came into place, her eyes were still fixed on her companion, but they were filled with a burning lust that seemed to seep out of the blue. It was concerning, but none the less, arousing.

Swallowing uncomfortably, she yanked her eyes away from Brin, her face flushed as a beet. The sensation was so foreign, the warmth crawling into her lower belly. She could have said, before, that the woman was attractive. But now, her mind was clicking in that she was also beautiful, desirable; Sexy.

When Brin reached down, catching the hem of Siena's leather tunic, she touched her forearms to stop her; She could feel her own hands shaking. “W-wait, Brin, you can't...”

“I don't want to, but I assure you, I can't stop this.” Her voice was low, warm, like melting honey. The heat in her azure orbs made Siena question whether or not she truly didn't want this, and the idea that she could even question such a thing convinced her, truly, of the power of these creatures.

Firmly, the red head yanked the shirt up, pushing away Siena's trembling limbs.

'Why do I feel so weak, why can't I fight her off?'

'Because,' came the familiar voice, 'you want this. You crave this.'

'I don't!'

Naked from the waist down, when Brin traced a finger tip across Siena's skin, between the valley of her firm breasts, she elicited a moan. The touch sent a spark straight into her brain, a coil that rolled languidly back down in a wash of hungry heat.

Was she wrong, did she want this, like the leech said?

'Admit it, I'm right. You're made for this, I only need to look through your mind and see.'

Siena gasped, her companion had leaned down, and their bodies were pressing together.

“Brin, please, stop... fight..”

“Can you fight it?” Brin mumbled into her ear, and it was an odd sensation, to feel the girl's soft tongue licking along the pulsing tendrils of the leech.

A peek at an illustration

A little peek at some of the art coming for my Monster Hunter Conquest Bundle #2

This is for Yielding to Werewolves!

Should have the rest of the art done in the coming week, so look for the new bundle soon!

Yielding to the Mind Leech: New book!

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Siena Rovan, the world's worst monster hunter. Each encounter with mystical creatures seems to leave her with not trophies, but sexual memories. Finally, the Guild has had enough, and this time they've sent along a capable hunter to make sure the mission is completed. Though they can't stand each other, the girls plan to conquer their current targets, the dangerous mind leeches, together. It would seem that with two hunters, nothing could go wrong. However, luck is never with Siena, and the pair find themselves at the mercy of mind controlling monsters who have dark plans for the young women.

8k words of reluctant monster sex, breeding, mind control and forced lesbian fun!

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY, CONTAINS INTENSE SCENES OF GRAPHIC SEX

Excerpt-----------------------

She was about to ask why, to try and understand any of this, when she instead found herself gawking at the sudden bare chest of the red head. The woman was fit, lean, her ivory skin tight with slight muscle. Despite this, her breasts were still ample, round with rouge nipples that stood firm in the light.

'Wait,' she thought suddenly, 'I'm not even into girls!'

The words in response were cool, low, but crisp as autumn in the depths of her brain.

'Then, let us change that.'

The shift was instant, and the young hunter felt her very beliefs, her core being and desires, shifting around like a puzzle box. When the pieces came into place, her eyes were still fixed on her companion, but they were filled with a burning lust that seemed to seep out of the blue. It was concerning, but none the less, arousing.

Swallowing uncomfortably, she yanked her eyes away from Brin, her face flushed as a beet. The sensation was so foreign, the warmth crawling into her lower belly. She could have said, before, that the woman was attractive. But now, her mind was clicking in that she was also beautiful, desirable; Sexy.

When Brin reached down, catching the hem of Siena's leather tunic, she touched her forearms to stop her; She could feel her own hands shaking. “W-wait, Brin, you can't...”

“I don't want to, but I assure you, I can't stop this.” Her voice was low, warm, like melting honey. The heat in her azure orbs made Siena question whether or not she truly didn't want this, and the idea that she could even question such a thing convinced her, truly, of the power of these creatures.

Firmly, the red head yanked the shirt up, pushing away Siena's trembling limbs.

'Why do I feel so weak, why can't I fight her off?'

'Because,' came the familiar voice, 'you want this. You crave this.'

'I don't!'

Naked from the waist down, when Brin traced a finger tip across Siena's skin, between the valley of her firm breasts, she elicited a moan. The touch sent a spark straight into her brain, a coil that rolled languidly back down in a wash of hungry heat.

Was she wrong, did she want this, like the leech said?

'Admit it, I'm right. You're made for this, I only need to look through your mind and see.'

Siena gasped, her companion had leaned down, and their bodies were pressing together.

“Brin, please, stop... fight..”

“Can you fight it?” Brin mumbled into her ear, and it was an odd sensation, to feel the girl's soft tongue licking along the pulsing tendrils of the leech.

Yes, Chef: Punishment & Patience

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Marie has struggled for years to reach her dream job, and all her work has finally paid off. A fresh, proud line cook, everything in her life seems to be going perfectly. Yet when Baxter Wilcox enters her world, taking over the restaurant, the curve balls start coming. The young red head has never met a man like him, someone so passionate and dominant, he makes her head spin. Even worse, he seems unimpressed by her cooking skills, and offers her a simple deal; Let him train her privately, or she can find a new job. It seems an easy choice, until the lessons take a turn into an area of education Marie never imagined. 12K words of steamy sex, domination, bondage, and more.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY, CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENES

Excerpt-----

Wishing her heart would stop fluttering, the young woman settled on the seat directly before her head chef, peering up at him uneasily. Her hands were folded in her lap, and she pondered briefly on how he never seemed to even consider that she would argue with what he asked.

'Does he really ask, though? It's almost always a direct command, isn't it?'

Baxter whipped out a long swatch of black cloth, snapping it with a deft flourish. She went to speak, to question what he was planning, but one sharp glance from him made her bite her tongue. In the end, she didn't need an explanation. It was clear what he was doing when he bound the covering around her face, blocking her eyes from sight.

Effectively blind, she hoped the blood pulsing in her ears with her anxiousness wouldn't deafen her as well.

“Now,” he whispered, so near her cheek that she jerked back in surprise. “This is a simple test. I'll feed you a morsel, you'll tell me what it is. If you perform well, maybe I'll rescind my belief that you've got no skill for cooking. Got it?”

Grimacing, Marie turned her head towards where she thought he was, her tone biting. “Yes, chef.”

She had a moment of genuine thrill and shock when she felt his hand on her head, his fingers in her rust colored hair. He held her steady, and she half lifted her hands in defense. It was hard for her mind to make sense of it, blind as she was, and her brain was reacting at the intimate touch far more than she would have liked.

Instantly, he released her, and she felt both relief and disappointment.

'Wait, disappointment? Marie, what the hell is wrong with you?'

Before she could recover and ask what he had been doing, she felt her wrists grabbed. The touch was almost violent, an impatient yank that took her arms behind the chair. His voice hissed in her ear, halting her struggle instantly. “Are you playing a game with me, Marie? I asked if you understood, and you go and try to stop me from giving you the first taste test?”

“I... what? No, I just thought...”

He sighed loudly, and she felt her limbs being coiled in something. When he let her go, she gave an experimental tug, but it was obvious what had occurred; Her chef had tied her arms to the seat. Her mind shot warning signals, and fear bubbled up at this new predicament. Blind and bound, the young woman was sure this was going too far.

“You agreed to do as I say, and in return I agreed to train you. I'm following my end of the bargain, so now,” he brushed her hair from her forehead, making her quiver. “You will hold up yours. The test will begin, you have ten seconds to guess the ingredient.”

Marie was in a haze of confusion and fear. She certainly hadn't imagined her boss would go as far as this, and she knew she should have listened to her intuition. Yet, now, faced with it all, she debated with herself over what to do. Had she not wanted this, to be trained by this man? Was he not doing as he said?

Her internal struggle ended all too fast, Baxter's fingers cupping her jaw and holding her steady. “Open up,” he mumbled.

Marie parted her lips.

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Yielding to the Blind Beast -- New Monster Hunter Conquest!

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Once more, our brave, blonde monster hunter is out on a quest to prove herself. Her journey takes her to the empty desert of the Salt Flats, where rumor of a mystical, dangerous beast known as a Basilisk originates. A fierce monster known to turn people to stone with a mere glance, has the young woman gone on a fatal hunt? What does one do to fight back against such a creature, and will Siena find herself entranced by the eyes and lured deep into taboo passions, or will she simply end up a statue?

6k words of reluctant monster sex, forced orgasm, and strange feelings for forgotten beasts

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY, CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE

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When he nudged her too roughly, she reached out in reaction, touching his head and holding him for balance. At this contact, the beast quivered, like it was purring.

Baffled, Siena could only stare at first, grazing her finger pads over the smooth skull that reminded her of marble. The color in the dim light was like a deep azure, lighter yellow along its chin and down its stomach. There was something satisfying in how it reacted when she stroked it, feeling the basilisk lean into her touch.

At first it made her smile, but the creature was taking the familiarity to a new level when it trailed its tail up to her belly. Sliding beneath her shirt, she cried out and reached down to stop it.

Viskor would not allow this.

That tongue, limber and strong, wrapped her wrists and pulled them back up, letting the scaled appendage slide up her soft skin. Her tunic came with it, and in a careful, fast flex, the strong tail ripped the garment down the front, baring her naked from the waist up.

“Wait, stop!” Siena struggled, pulling at the bonds and kicking with her boots at the thick coils of the serpent. Viskor made a sound akin to a hiss, something so low and threatening it made her freeze where she was. His eyes, so large and intense in their frosted coating, focused on her with a heavy air.

At first, she thought she was only holding still out of terror.

In seconds, she understood something else was wrong.

“Little one, you resist. Viskor won't turn you to stone or kill you, but these eyes can paralyze temporarily as well. If you won't behave, this shall be the result.”

Siena felt her heart pounding, a bird that wanted to escape her chest. Her muscles were solid, stuck, hands lifted over her head and eyes frozen wide in fear. Amazingly, as she felt the despair rolling over, a sound whispered from her throat. It was a soft moan of fright, but it let her understand she could still make some noise. The muscles of her jaw kept words away, but that was all.

Viskor let her go, moving back and studying her curiously. When he twisted behind, she could not turn to see where he was, and it made her nape bristle.

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Curves in the Sand

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With no real landmarks or items of interest, outside of miles of surrounding desert, the small village of Huacanitas seems a smudge of a forgotten place sitting at the dead end of a rail road track. Yet there, in the vast sands, a secret lies that only a few know about. 

Sara Mayhiew is one of them, and she's come a long way from Boston to complete a task placed upon her smooth shoulders and far too close to her weary heart. A sweet, kind artist, the curvy young brunette is purely out of place in the foreign land of Peru.
Quickly enough, she is caught up in a whirl of dashing smiles and poetic words when the charming, but sly, Brandon Grey waltzes into her world. He seems to have a need of her, but how can she help? And why is the one person in the village so firm in refusing to show either of them the way to the treasure they seek? 
A seductive tale of an ample woman pulled between the hearts of two men, both so very different, yet with similar desires for her. In the end, do either of them have her best interest at heart?
33k of curvaceous romance, steamy sex, exciting adventure and intrigue! 

WARNINGS, FOR ADULTS ONLY, THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE

Hard at Work

Hey lovelies,

I'm chomping away at a new story for you all, one I think fans of Cruise Line Curves will really enjoy. :) 3k words in now, can't wait to share!

Illustration for some Monster Hunter books

Making some art for another book of mine, sometimes that can be so very fun!

I'm writing away intensely at some new stuff, should be up very soon. Thanks for following along with me, my lovely readers!

November November and FREE BOOK TIME

Hey lovelies, In case you didn't know, my book, Falling into August, is free on KDP select until Saturday, the 10th, so go grab it and enjoy the fun!

Grab it Here!

The synopsis:

The Agency, a secret organization that exists to keep the world safe from the dark side of the selfish wishes of people. With the power of the Alphabet of Desire, an ancient device of runes with many uses, the group has fought on behind the curtains for years. However, the newest member, August, has set in motion a stream of events that will put both the Agency, and those closest to her, in danger. A young, hot headed woman, the only thing keeping her in check is her calm partner, March. Yet, while he has managed to keep her head above water, he is strangely plucking at her heart strings in a way she isn't prepared for. As things get more mysterious, and the center of their very industry seems the source of much more horror than anyone predicted, will the pair manage to make it through in one piece? (88k+ words) WARNING This story contains explicit content and scenes of sex and violence meant for ADULTS ONLY.

New Book: Falling into August

Hey everyone! My new book is out, and it's 88k+ of paranormal mystery, secrets, romance and sexy times! Enjoy, it was a labor of love!

My Collection!

For you lovely readers, here's a few links to my catalog of books:

My Amazon Author Collection

My Barnes & Noble Collection