Steamy Nights, Cool Lights

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(Lesbian Contemporary Romance set in Iceland)

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Kennedy Segal travels to Reykjavik, Iceland for a once in a lifetime business trip to sign a multi-million dollar deal for Segal Holdings, her older brother’s billion-dollar company. The first night she’s there, she meets an alluring woman only known as Marella, who tempts Kennedy in ways she has never been tempted before.

What should have been a one-night stand, becomes more because Marella is also Svana Landvik, former European pop star who left it all behind to run one of the biggest breweries on Iceland.

Kennedy’s mistake with Svana may ruin everything she has achieved, including the respect she has been striving for her entire life. But if Svana has her say, Kennedy may have a bright new future with a woman who wants much more than just a fling.

 

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She accepted a menu from the bartender, a handsome man near her age. He set down a cocktail napkin and said something in a strange language, probably Icelandic.

Oh no. He doesn’t speak English? “I’m sorry. I don’t understand you.”

“He said you have remarkable eyes.” A woman with no recognizable accent mounted the stool next to Kennedy.

“Yes, you have very unique eyes.” The bartender pointed to his green ones.

Kennedy’s face warmed. “It’s hereditary.”

The woman nudged her arm. “You must feel special, then.”

Her comeback stalled on her lips. The woman next to her had finely shaped eyebrows, one of which was pierced with a silver hoop. She also had a pixie cut with various shades of blonde highlights. Silver hoop earrings dangled from her ears, and her face was sharp but welcoming.

“Um, hi,” she responded when she could speak again.

Her seatmate wore a sexy-as-hell outfit consisting of a tight ivory blouse that barely restrained her ample chest, along with a knee-length leather skirt that looked painted on. Her black leather thigh-high stiletto boots encased her trim legs.

“Hiya.” The woman grinned at her, highlighting a large freckle or mole near her plump upper lip. “You’re the first person I’ve met with different colored eyes.” She turned to the bartender “How about you, myndarlegur?”

Nei.” He dipped his head, showing a flag of red on his cheeks.

The woman set her hand on the bar near his. “Aw, don’t be embarrassed. I’ll bet the lady gets the question a lot. Right?”

“All the time.” Kennedy studied the woman’s hand, fascinated by her multiple silver rings, and shiny red nails. She curled her dull, unadorned fingers into her palms to hide them.

The tip of the woman’s tongue grazed the corner of her mouth, staying there long enough for Kennedy to zone in on it. As soon as she realized what she did, she shifted her gaze back to the bartender.

“Um, I’ll have a wine spritzer,” she requested.

The woman said something in Icelandic to the bartender then laughed while he just smiled.

She scrolled through her emails until curiosity got the better of her. Was this beautifully arresting woman making her the butt of a joke?

“Since I’m not fluent in your language, would you mind telling me what you said to the bartender just now?”

“She said she’ll have something stronger and to put yours on her tab,” the bartender responded in accented English and turned to make the drinks.

“Seriously?”

“About putting your drink on my tab? Absolutely.” The woman shrugged then held out her hand. “So I don’t end up calling you Wine Spritzer the entire night, we should share names. I’m Marella.”

Her uncommon name sounded familiar. Instead of concentrating on why, she focused on the woman next to her. “My name is Kennedy.”

“Welcome to Iceland, Kennedy.” Marella gave her hand a strong pump.

“How do you know it’s my first time in your country? You’re a native, right?” She left her hand in the other woman’s, despite her usual preference for short handshakes.

“Yes, I am. It’s obvious you’re visiting for the first time. Usually Americans order one of our beers or at least wine.” She loosened her hold but kept their fingers tangled together.

Unsettled, Kennedy drew her hand back and laid it on her lap. Just far enough away so Marella wouldn’t have easy access, not that this very affable woman would do such a thing.

“I don’t like beer.” She checked her phone. It had only been a few minutes since she sat down. Why did it seem time had slowed in Iceland?

Marella gave her a sympathetic smile. “Between you and me, I’m not a fan of beer either. I prefer wine.”

The bartender returned with their drinks, and Marella requested he keep her tab open.

Kennedy lifted her glass. “Is everyone here like you? I mean, do your people go out of their way to buy tourists drinks?”

“I’ve done it a few times. This is one of my favorite hotels in Reykjavik to have a few drinks, especially on a Friday night after work. Their happy hour is also one of the best.” Marella pointed to the small plastic tabletop display, indicating the happy hour times and specials in English. “Skál.”

Skál?” Kennedy winced as she murdered the word.

“It’s Icelandic for cheers and good health.” Marella tapped her glass to Kennedy’s and took a sip.

She spoke the foreign word much clearer this time. As she sipped, she watched Marella drink her wine, a dark red that almost matched her nail color.

“Hm, I love a good Merlot.” Marella lowered her glass and licked her lips, flashing something metallic in her mouth.

She almost choked as she swallowed. “You have a barbell in your mouth?”

“Yes.” Marella displayed her tongue, and the metal ball in the middle of it.

“Why?” Fascinating. This was the first time she’d met someone with an actual piercing in their tongue.

“I was young and stupid at the time I got the piercing. But I kept it. I also have one in my bellybutton.” Marella’s eyes twinkled. “And, no, I don’t have any others.”

Kennedy pressed her lips together to stop from laughing at a conversation she’d never thought she would have in a million years, and in Iceland of all places.

“How about you? Any piercings?” Marella crossed her legs, brushing Kennedy’s knee with the hem of her skirt.”

“Only my ears, but earrings irritate my lobes. I didn’t want to be pierced anywhere else, especially those intimate areas only a few select people have seen.”

Marella slapped the top of the bar. “Good one.” She flicked her bangs away from her forehead, flashing black ink on the inside of her arm.

“You also have tattoos?”

She lifted her sleeve and traced the ink with her fingers. “It’s fjölskyldan mín, meaning family. I got it a long time ago.”

The tattoo on Kennedy’s hip tingled. She tightened her grip around her glass to keep from rubbing at it. Asking for the story of the woman’s tattoo would make things too serious between them. She didn’t want to be solemn or reflect on her own loss then end up a blubbering mess.

“You have a beautiful name.” She brought the conversation back to more lighthearted topics.

Marella lowered her sleeve, and her head snapped up. “It’s my middle name.”

“Your middle name? Why don’t you go by your first name?”

Marella lifted her glass, downed her wine, then set aside her empty glass and flagged down the bartender. “Perhaps I’ll tell you my first name after a few more drinks.”

She swirled her drink. “How about we add food into the mix? I’m starving.”

Marella smiled and claimed her wrist with a squeeze, causing her stomach to flutter. “I’m starving also.”

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“You’re not going to be forty in October! You look ten years younger!” Kennedy finished the last of the cheese on her plate. She rubbed her hands on her napkin and settled back in the booth. They sat close together, sharing enough appetizers for triple their party.

Marella had started out sitting across from her then moved next to her when their food arrived. After a few glasses of wine—or maybe more, she’d lost count—Kennedy felt very relaxed. Marella’s arm lay over the cushion behind her, brushing Kennedy’s back with her fingertips every so often.

Marella grimaced as she finished her glass, setting it down on the table with a click. “I’m so fucking old. What are you, thirty?”

“I turned thirty-one in January.” Kennedy sighed and licked some salt from her finger.

Marella refilled Kennedy’s glass. “Everyone I work with is younger than me.”

“You never said what you do. Something in the arts?”

Marella arched her eyebrow. “The arts? Honey, I work behind a desk. I’m an executive.”

She snickered and swallowed more wine. The wooziness in her head helped loosen her up, but also made her brave. She grasped her companion’s inked arm. “You’re an executive even with your tattoo and tongue piercing? You must work for a cool company.”

She twisted her arm, taking Kennedy’s hand. “It’s one of the coolest in Reykjavik. I work for a brewery and spirits distributor.”

“That’s why I’m here. I have a business meeting at one of the breweries. You must know Landvik, then.” Her eyelids fluttered as Marella stroked her wrist with her thumb.

“I know them very well. Their wild honey victory vodka is amazing.”

Kennedy’s eyes popped open. “Vic for Landvik?” She giggled.

“What’s the purpose of your meeting?” Marella’s breath brushed her ear.

She shifted closer. “I work for the Segal Corporation. Our headquarters are in California. We’re signing a big deal with Landvik to sell their alcohol at our properties in the United States.”

“You’re an account executive like me?”

“You could say that.” Kennedy took another sip of her wine. “I’d better stop drinking after this glass or someone might have to help me to my room.”

“I wasn’t planning on getting you drunk, so maybe you should stop.” Marella took her glass and set it down. “But perhaps you’re still sober enough for one last drink.”

“What type?” Kennedy blinked away the fuzziness in her vision.

Marella waved for their server. “Since you haven’t tried any of Landvik’s beers or spirits, we’re having a wild honey shot.”

“You sure you’re not trying to get me drunk?” Kennedy hiccupped. “You better order me a water chaser.”

The server came over and took their plates. “Yes, Madame M?”

“Two shots of wild honey vic vodka and two glasses of water.”

After their server left, Kennedy nudged her companion. “What’s with the Madame M? Don’t tell me you’re also some government official like the mayor or governor.” She scratched her nose. “Does Reykjavik even have a mayor?”

Marella tapped her chin with her fingers as a smile broke over her face. “You’re too cute. I’m not in politics. Madame M is just a nickname. Most in Reykjavik use it as a term of endearment.”

“Most? How many do you know here?” Wow. Only a few high-profile celebrities were “known” by most at home in Los Angeles.

“There’s around one hundred twenty thousand residing in and around Reykjavik, so it’s easy to know many people.” Marella’s impish smile returned. There was more to this story.

“Your personality probably has something to with it. You’re very friendly.” The server returned, and Kennedy took a healthy gulp of water, suddenly parched.

Marella dipped her finger in her vodka. “Just my personality impressed you? Nothing else?”

Kennedy swallowed an ice cube too fast it lodged in her throat. As she cleared the intrusive lump, she cut her gaze away from the sexy woman next to her.

Marella tickled her nape. “What about my fashion sense or my hair?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but froze when a vodka-laced finger stroked down her cheek to her throat.

“Maybe my face is more than pleasing to you?” Marella whispered in her ear.

A rush of liquid warmth settled in her belly, and the atmosphere between them became charged with sensuality.

“I ah, think you’re very beautiful. Most of the women here are.” She drank more water, trying to quench her thirst. Keeping her mouth to the rim, as if it would protect her from Marella’s scrutiny, she stared ahead.

“I find you—”

“Did I tell you I’m practically engaged?” She silently cursed the squeak in her voice.

“What does ‘practically’ mean? To a man or a woman?” Skepticism lined her tone.

“To a man. Why would you think a woman?” She released a nervous laugh and finished her water.

The twinkle in Marella’s eyes gave away her amusement. But she didn’t make Kennedy feel like the butt of a joke. Nothing about the woman led her to think her cruel.

Nervous, she set her glass down and tilted it to the side to fish out another ice cube. She froze when Marella petted her thigh.

“You may ‘practically’ be engaged to a man, but your body isn’t as loyal to him as you want me to believe.” She squeezed Kennedy’s knee then skimmed up higher.

The heat swirling in her belly dipped lower. “What about my heart?”

“The heart is different. It may want one thing while the body wants another. I believe this is the case with you.” Her hand curled around Kennedy’s upper thigh.

She dropped her hand on Marella’s. “You didn’t approach me just to be nice. You had an ulterior motive.”

“You’re a smart woman.” Marella shrugged and linked their fingers. “You could have thanked me for the drink and left or given off the vibe you wanted to be left alone. You did neither.”

“How often do you do this?” Her heart rattled in her chest. She might be a pushover in some instances, but she refused to be a victim or target.

The light in Marella’s eyes dimmed, and she shifted back, although she kept their fingers linked. “I’m not, how you say, a repeat offender. I don’t go around seducing unsuspecting women or accommodating those here on holiday who want to experience something risqué or naughty. I’m not some temptress or dahlia out to steal your soul.”

Kennedy burst out laughing. “You have an interesting way with words. It must be the language barrier.”

Marella’s shoulders relaxed, and she finally let go, leaving her phantom touch on Kennedy’s thigh. She made a fist on her lap, tempted to caress Marella’s face.

Their intimacy had vanished. Conversation around them had become too loud, with the arrival of a new group of patrons, and the space too crowded. She could thank the other woman for the company and go back to her room alone. But she’d only spend the rest of the evening obsessing over work.

It had been a long time since had done something daring. The last time it had been the biggest mistake of her life, leading to years of guilt and shame. She hoped this next step wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass.

“Have you ever stayed here or seen the inside of one of the rooms?”

“I’ve never stayed here. My home is less than twenty minutes outside the city.” Marella lifted her shot to her mouth.

She snagged Marella’s wrist before she drank. “I have a huge corner room with a view of the marina. Why don’t you come up with me to check it out?”

Marella’s eyes widened. Then a small smile appeared. “I would love to.” She transferred her shot to her other hand and lowered the arm Kennedy still held. “A toast to new friendships, elskan.”

Elskan?”

“It’s a term of endearment, like ‘sweetie’ or ‘darling.’” She tapped her glass to Kennedy’s and tossed back the drink.

Much better than being called babe. She mouthed the strange word then drank her shot. As the smooth as silk vodka slid down her throat, a warm prickling spread through her body, making her anxious for privacy to get to know her new friend.

 

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The Dark Path Series Collection (The Gate, The Key, and The Lock)

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Over 500 pages of glorious, steamy sexual hijinks with a lot of swoonworthy romance for $5.99:

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Take the journey on the Dark Path with The Gate, The Key, and The Lock….

In The Gate, a chance encounter between a successful author and a billionaire owner of an underground BDSM club, leads to the most pivotal relationship of their lives. Meet Erika Walsh, a children’s author who’s seduced by Maxwell Crawford, billionaire owner of the BDSM sex club, The Gate.

In The Key, the seductive world of The Gate continues with Erika as she tries to accept Max’s dark desires as a woman from his past reappears, bent on revenge. However, Max has something up his sleeve to insure he’s the victor, but not without a price—Erika’s soul.

In The Lock, the dark path continues for Erika and Max as secrets unfold and threaten to destroy all they hold dear. When Max’s older brother, Daniel, a big Hollywood producer falls ill, Erika and Max rush to Los Angeles to help him recover. Max is shocked to find Daniel has become the victim of a blackmailer who seeks revenge against the brothers. Max must confront the loathsome Abraham Rovner, a former classmate from high school, who has never forgiven him for breaking off their relationship. Abraham brings out Max’s lurking deviant nature, which sends him to a dark place in his mind. Erika must find the strength to help her lover purge his demons, even though it may come at a major cost for them both.

 

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He fisted his hands in her hair and gave her a long, wet kiss that would not be refused. She sobbed into his mouth, begging him to take away the ache. She dragged her nails down the middle of his chest and tore open his shirt.

Buttons flew everywhere, pinging off the sink, landing on the floor. His laugh sent a zip through her core, and he bit down hard on her lip. She slashed him across the chest and along his waist, punishing him for making her feel so out of control.

You’re mine,” he growled and twisted her around.

She gripped the edge of the sink and lifted her ass when he jerked her skirt up to her waist and ripped her panties. He slapped her ass cheek and boosted her leg high.

He ground his crotch into her while his hand came around to rub her clit.

She rocked into him. “More!”

“Say please.” He circled her nub with a finger

“Please!” she yelped in frustration.

“Good girl.” He unfastened his pants, entering her in one smooth stroke.

“Christ, you’re so wet.” He dropped his face to the side of her neck. His fingers dug into her hip while his other hand gripped the back of her head.

She clenched around his cock. The ache in her hip and her stinging scalp from his hold made her shake. She started to come.

“Wait for me!” He demanded and stopped.

“Oh, God! Don’t stop.” Her inner muscles locked around his dick as she climaxed, her release making her dizzy.

He hoisted her up and sat on a bench. He licked his palm and thrust it up under her top to squeeze her breast. He circled his palm over her puckered nipple. The buildup of pressure in her womb spiraled out of control, and she cried out with the need to come again.

He sucked on the side of her throat as he rocked upward, thrusting his cock in deep and hitting her G-spot with acute precision. She arched, wrapping her arms around his head, her mind going blank.

The pain from Max’s sucking and biting, combining with his grip on her breast and his cock invading her with glorious accuracy, made her climax a second time. She coated his dick in a gushing wetness that splashed her inner thighs.

She fell limp and boneless, rocking with Max as he orgasmed.

“Aw, fuck, Erika!” With one last push, he spurted deep inside her, his cum filling her, mixing with her own messy juices.

She would have tumbled to the floor if not for Max scooping her up in his arms and clasping her tight. He dropped his forehead on hers, laid his mouth stationary on her mouth.

The ache deep within her wouldn’t stop, nor did the throbbing in her chest from her speeding heart or the throbbing between her thighs. She wanted more.

“I…don’t understand why I’m like this.” She didn’t bother to clear her sore throat.

“Like what?” He rubbed his lips across her swollen ones.

“I’m…I need to come again,” she said, her face on fire.

“You want to experience what the couple did in the other room?”

She pressed her palm between her legs where it was still damp and tender. “Yes.”

“I’m going to take you upstairs to my playroom and recreate the scene we watched. Then I’m going to fuck you until you pass out. Do you want that? Are you strong enough to take everything I dish out? Will you be mine for the night, and let me be your Master, and you the slave?”

“Yes.” She nodded, pushing aside her doubts if only for tonight.

Max kissed her sweetly and, bearing her in his arms, took her upstairs.

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All Your Love

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(Lesbian Women’s Fiction/Romance)

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Cassie Slazak has been living a lie for a decade.

As the secret lover of Bianca Durand, the daughter of Massachusetts’ newly elected governor, Cassie wants Bianca to tell the world about their long term affair. But when Bianca gets engaged to a respected lawyer, who’s admired by both of Bianca’s parents, Cassie’s dreams are crushed. She not only rejected her high school sweetheart, and her small town life she adored, but her Catholic faith for a woman who has controlled her for too long.

When Cassie’s grandmother has fallen gravely ill, she returns to Delpoint, Pennsylvania to pay her last respects to the woman who raised her. Not only will she confront her past, but Freddie Koeman, the woman Cassie once betrayed for a possible future with Bianca. To her surprise, Freddie has forgiven Cassie, but Cassie’s guilt keeps Freddie at a distance.

Bianca refuses to let Cassie leave her, using threats and emotional blackmail to keep Cassie under her thumb. But Cassie is finished with Bianca’s deceit, turning to her family and God to give her the strength to move on, and perhaps find salvation in Freddie’s arms, who is more than willing to share all her love.

 

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The creaking of the wooden floor under my chair as I rocked relaxed me. I zoned out as I listened to the wind in the trees and the soft tinkling of some wind chime nearby. I started to close my eyes, but the loud puttering of a motor drew me out of my meditation. A person in a dark helmet wearing a leather jacket drove a black and red motorcycle up the driveway and parked behind Aunt Lorraine’s car. I stopped rocking but didn’t rise to greet the visitor. The person shut down their bike and took off their helmet. Freddie flipped back her hair and hopped off the bike.

I gripped the arms of the chair to stop from running inside. It was better to confront her before it spiraled out of control. I didn’t understand why after so many years she wanted to talk. She had stayed away the few times I came home for Christmas. I always stuck close to the house, never venturing out to my old haunts where we might bump into one another.

She walked up the front steps, not waiting for an invitation as she sat down in the chair next to me. “Why are you sitting out here?”

I’m enjoying the crisp Pennsylvania air. It’s different in Boston.” I dropped my hands in my lap. “Nice bike. Is it new?”

Freddie rested her head on the back of the chair and rocked like she didn’t have a care in the world. “I’m giving the Sportster a test run. Parker rebuilt it basically from scratch. He’s thinking of expanding his shop to sell motorcycles and sport bikes.”

“That’s great,” I said, clearing the tickle in my throat. Parker used to dirt bike race and had dreams of racing professionally, but that came to a halt when he ended up in a car accident that left him with a bad limp.

“Yup, he’s doing great. We’re all doing quite well for ourselves.”

She sent me a mocking grin. What did she want from me? It was apparent she was angry with me still. Telling her to get over it wouldn’t go over well, so I would remain cordial and hoped it kept her animosity at bay for my time here.

“That’s great, really,” I said again, at a loss for words.

“Really?” she snorted and crossed her leg over the other.

“What do you want me to say, Freddie?”

She exhaled and a small smile appeared on her face. “I once loved how you said my name in that breathless whisper of yours.”

 

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Always Been You

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As assistant general manager of the prestigious Janus Casino in her hometown of Atlantic City, Whitney Baker’s life couldn’t be better. At twenty-seven, she’s on the fast track in her career, although her love life has stalled. But when it’s announced one of the biggest pop singers in the world will headline at the casino, Whitney’s past comes back to haunt her big time. Singing diva Corinne Simone was Whitney’s friend in high school, and her secret teenage crush. Graduation night, she lost her virginity to Corinne, who then rejected Whitney for her shot at stardom.

Corinne has returned home not only for the offer of a lifetime but to change her life. She’s sick of the secrets and lies she was forced to show the world in order to become a pop culture phenomenon.

Now is the perfect time to reveal her true self to her fans. But it might be too late to right the wrongs of the past and embrace the life she was born to live.

 

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“What do you want from me?” The honesty and longing in her voice made my legs tremble, as ridiculous as it sounded.

“I want to stop hiding.” She cupped my shoulders, her thumbs rubbing gently. “That means doing what I want and how I want it and not being influenced by those who use me to pad their bank accounts or take all the credit for my hard work.” She closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose. “I’m going to announce to the world who I really am.”

“And who are you?” My voice cracked and my breathing deepened.

“Someone you can love again.” She ran her fingers down my cheek, stopping to stroke my chin. “I’m going to announce I’m gay.”

A brave move on her part that could still damage her career. I curled my hand around hers where it rested on my face and squeezed, pulling it away before I kissed her. My anger over her hurtful rejection vanished. I didn’t know if we would ever be as close as we once were, but I would stop obsessing over the pain she had caused to my fragile emotions ten years prior.

“I wish you the best and hope it goes well for you.” I released her hand, but she still held on, her eyes widening and a stunned expression appearing.

“That’s all you have to say?” She shook her head.

I tried shrugging her other hand off my shoulder, but I failed and shifted back, wedged into the piano. “What do you want me to say?”

“I just admitted I love you and you act like it’s no big deal.” Her lips dropped in a scowl. “All you can say is good luck?”

“Why are you involving me in your decision? You think we can go back to what we once had when we were kids?” I pushed her away.

“Give me a chance, please. I can’t do it alone.” She reached out to grab me, but I shifted to the side, trying to escape.

“You can do it without me.” I hurried toward the door.

“You’re not walking away from me a second time.” She grabbed my arm.

“Let me go!” I struggled, digging my heels into the floor.

She hauled me to the center of the room and toward the piano. I pressed my palm on her chest to thrust her away, but she clasped the back of my head and her mouth crashed down on mine. I gasped under her lips and her flicking tongue as she tried gaining entrance to my mouth. I caged her tongue between my lips and we both moaned.

“I missed you so much,” she said in a low voice that made my inner thighs clench.

I was drowning in turbulent feelings erupting because of Corinne and the need I tasted on each breath she took on my mouth. The temptation too hard to ignore, I sucked down on her tongue. She rewarded me by kissing me harder.

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Craveheart: The Forbidden Tale of the Loch Ness Monster

Back in 2013 when I started to embrace self-publishing, there was a lot of talk about a certain type of niche stories being published, specifically on Amazon, now better known as monster erotica. These stories are shorts at under 30 pages, and usually priced at $2.99, highlighting such creatures as Bigfoot, aliens and dinosaurs getting their freak on in some eyebrow raising ways. I had joked that one day I would write my own monster erotica, but featuring a creature that doesn’t get too much monster erotica love- the Loch Ness Monster.

Three years later, writing something along the lines of monster erotica was always in the back of my mind. I hemmed and hawed on writing something featuring the Loch Ness Monster finding his happily ever after UNTIL… I was dared to. So, in December, a few weeks before the end of 2015, I sat down to write an paranormal erotica featuring the Loch Ness Monster.

 

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Because it started out as a dare, and why should Bigfoot, orcs, alpha aliens and billionaire dinosaurs have all the fun?

When sexy witch Fiona catches her boyfriend boinking one of the bridesmaids at a Scottish wedding on Halloween night, she storms out of the hall. Fuming mad, she ends up on a secluded path leading to the infamous Loch Ness. The dark water calls to her…so why not? To cool off, she throws caution to the wind and her clothes on the rocks as she indulges in a midnight skinny dip in the loch.

When the renowned Loch Ness Monster joins her, she’s shocked to learn the lore is true. The monster does exist! And soon, Fiona’s swim becomes an erotic kinktastic underwater adventure she’ll never forget!

WARNING: This paranormal erotica has, a redhead with a temper, naughty skinny dipping in the Loch Ness, and a strapping bearded lumberjack highlander with mammoth thighs. Also, the lovesick Loch Ness Monster with a massive forked tongue and way too many frisky tentacles makes an appearance.

 

Excerpt (This is the only tame one I can post because of the subject matter):

Upon reaching a bend in the path, the trees and foliage broke apart to show a large body of water in front of her. She stopped at the shoreline, enthralled. It was the Loch Ness! Here the fog wasn’t as thick, and the moon above shimmered on top of the water. Looking left and then right, the vast lake went on for miles. She flexed her toes in the dirt, catching sight of a wooden dock jetting a quarter way out. It would be perfect for her to sit on and splash her feet in the water or dive into and float so she could stare up at the sky and view the stars above.

A sense of peace came over her as she studied this beautiful liquid landscape. Her ancestors must have bathed and swam in these very waters! Now, she would do the same.

She inched forward to let the water lap at her feet. Not too chilly. It was almost like a bath. She stepped in deeper and the water came up to her thighs. So nice against her skin.

Scanning the area, she searched for any humans, or other animals who might witness her here. Other than the moon, there was no other light to reveal her hiding space. It was also very quiet, perhaps too quiet. Come to think of it, she hadn’t heard any birds or insects making noise since coming this way. Shrugging it off before her overactive imagination took over, she walked over to the dock and walked on the wooden boards to the edge, where she stopped and looked into the murky depths. It was pitch black. She couldn’t say how deep it was, but it should only be a few feet.

Scanning the area one last time, she drew off her dress and pulled down her thong, leaving them in a heap next to her heels. Another giggle escaped her as she opened her arms and sighed. A slight breeze coasted along her body, making her nipples tighten and the curls guarding her kitty cat flutter. Soon, her whole body would be wet from her dip in the loch.

“Here goes, nothing!” she said and, holding her breath, dove in.

Once she hit the water, she swam to the top and waded. It felt fantastic! The loch was like a warm blanket. It also didn’t taste salty or grimy. She dove under again until she panted from the exertion and then floated on her back. She spread open her arms and legs for balance and closed her eyes.

“This was the best decision I made,” she whispered, and dipped down until she was submerged.

When she came to the surface again, the fog that had vanished now reappeared with a more greenish tint to it. Also, the breeze picked up, coasting around her head and through her hair. She opened her eyes, sensing she was no longer alone.

“Hello?” she still called out.

Fiona.…

She flinched, swearing she heard her name. She stilled her swimming, listening for any strange sounds. When it was quiet again, she decided to move closer to the shoreline.

She had just started to swim in that direction but froze when something hard brushed the inside of her thigh. She squeaked and kicked out at it. Suddenly, something slick and bumpy, curled around her inner thigh, pinching the skin near her pussy.

“What the hell is going on?” She slapped at the mysterious object that had taken hold of her other leg.

Be still….Won’t hurt you….Want to give you pleasure….

The voice now spoke in her head instead of near her ear. She splashed around, trying to break free, but then her arms were pulled away from her body. As she fell into the water, something smooth and solid moved under her ass, keeping her stationary.

Panic set in. She whimpered as another smooth and slick object rubbed her ass. She closed her eyes, wishing this was all a bad dream. When something tugged on her hair hard, she opened her eyes and gasped. In front of her, a water spray of flashing rainbow colors rose above. She was suddenly drowsy and could only blink in a daze as the rainbow hues fell over her, making her body tingle.

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