Todays Guest Author - Andrew Jericho

Today Andrew Jericho lets us know about his new book, love and rock 'n' roll.  Keep reading for great experts and a message from Andrew!

Thank you, McKinlay, for having me as a guest on your blog today, and for being a part of the Sex, Love, and Rock ‘n’ Roll (Rock Stars 2) Blog Tour. 

Sex, Love, and Rock ‘n’ Roll, is the second book in the Rock Stars series, inspired by the glam bands of the 80’s and 90’s—the big hair, make-up, drama, and sexuality.  The lifestyle of the Rock Hard band members reflects that time period.  I would further describe the book by saying, “nothing but jealous hearts when the insanity hits.”  Romantic.  Passionate.  Erotic. All three words in that order, as the men in the story blend romance with passionate eroticism.  My writing is not for the faint of heart, as my readers know what to expect.

Both titles in the series are MMMMM erotic romances.  There are five men, and five committed hearts.  Not only do I depict their relationship dynamics, but I have explored the sexuality each of them share individually, as couples, and finally as a ménage à cinq. Also, I’ve woven a book series where the activities of a rock ‘n’ roll band cross over into a more intimate portrayal of the men behind the music. 

 I hope all of my readers enjoy the Rock Stars series as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

[PolyAmour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Multiple Partner Romance, M/M/M/M/M, intersex hero, cross-dressing, sex toys, HFN]
Sex, love, and rock ‘n’ roll are all Adam believes is holding the band Rock Hard together. In the week’s following their last concert, Adam, Deuce, L.T., and Jamie have not held a practice, and their new album is unfinished. The jealousies and secrets that almost tore them apart have changed to new conflicts. In a fit of rage, Jamie tells Adam that the five of them are nothing but “jealous hearts,” when the insanity hits.
Zane, the band’s physician, is now living at the Rock Hard mansion full time.  He believes that the four men, who have captured his heart, need the love of a real man to keep them grounded.  As each man turns to Zane for comfort, Adam realizes they all need time to heal.  In what Zane calls a “tremendous act of love and devotion,” Adam gives a heartfelt message to Rock Hard’s fans in the hopes they can begin a new chapter in their lives.
Note: This book contains drug use.
A Siren Erotic Romance

Story: 

Adam felt a combination of emotions, all fighting their way for recognition. Sitting down on his bed, he reached for some loose pieces of sheet music on the nightstand. He looked at the finished product of Zane’s song, “A Forever Love.” Jamie was right, what had started as his heart speaking in lyrics to his new husband, should now be a testament to all of their jealousies. Picking up his pen nearby, Adam angrily scratched out the title, replacing it with “Jealous Hearts.” When that didn’t appease him, Adam ripped the pieces of paper in one smooth motion, tearing them in two. As the torn music fell at his feet, the front man thought for a brief moment that his actions were symbolic of the drama and chaos still present in his household.
He decided there would not be a song titled, “A Forever Love.” Nor would he ever write another power ballad for just one man. He made that mistake himself. Closing his eyes, Adam sank backward onto the bed. His thoughts returned to the last night of their tour, six weeks ago, at the arena in Little Rock. I’m dedicating this next song to Zane. The guys and I are in the process of working on a new album. There will be another power ballad titled, “A Forever Love.” The song was written in love…written for the man I’m holding in my arms.
As those words circled though his mind, Adam knew one of his mistakes was singling out Zane that night. He also felt that somewhere in the marriages he shared with each man, his greatest flaw was not being the support they needed. That not only washed sadness over him, but anger. Rock Hard’s fans didn’t know the half of it. He was not about to let their private life become a media sensation. Even Deuce’s detox had been hidden from prying eyes. The worst thing to hit the tabloids was that Zane had forged nonprofessional relationships with the band members.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
Adam heard Deuce’s voice behind him. Sitting up, he hadn’t realized his husband had walked into their bedroom.
“Deuce, you should be with L.T. He doesn’t need to be alone, especially after what I told him,” Adam said, with his back turned to his husband.
“I’ll check on him in a few minutes. Right now, we need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Deuce. I was supposed to be the strength of this family. I saw the disappointment and pain in all of your eyes while we stood together in the kitchen.”
“Maybe Zane should counsel us all…as a family.”
“Honestly, Deuce, at this point?”
Adam watched as Deuce took a seat next to him on the bed. His lover twined their fingers together.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about the pills and L.T.”
“Baby, you already told me that.”
“The first time I couldn’t get a hard-on was with Zane, about a week after the detox. The next was the first time Jamie let me touch him a few days later. We were kissing and nothing was happening. Luckily, Jamie stopped the affection. I don’t how I would have explained it to him.”
“It happens, Deuce. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. I’m not mad about the pills. I’m upset because something so intimate should have been shared with me. If you were having that type of problem you should have felt like you could talk to me. I don’t want you to feel pressure about having to be intimate with me, or any of us for that matter.”
“Zane thinks it’s a temporary reaction to the stress of the detox. I have four husbands I love with all my heart. I want to restore what we all shared. I felt like I couldn’t do that unless I could also be intimate with each of you. I know there’s more to this than just sex, but—”
“A lot more,” Adam stopped Deuce’s words, placing a finger over his partner’s lips.
For a moment neither man spoke, as Adam looked deeply into Deuce’s eyes. Everything he needed to see was present in his lover’s stare. He silently wondered why the five of them couldn’t make it work.
“I also should have told you about L.T, but I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. I wanted to try and bear that burden for as long as I could, in the hopes I could help him. He’s really messed up, Adam.”
“I know,” Adam felt tears forming in his eyes. Instead, he closed his lids tightly, stifling the display of emotion.
“Are you sure you’re all right with what Zane wants?” Deuce asked.
Adam felt his partner’s fingers lightly caressing his forearm.
“Are you?” Adam countered.
“I don’t know. I mean, I think I am,” Deuce replied, sighing. “Sometimes, I feel like the five us are running like confused mice in some type of experiment. We’re caught in a maze, but can’t get out. We take a few steps one way, and then we find ourselves back at where we started.”
“I know I’ve always taken the lead in making decisions for this family.”
“I know that, golden boy.”
“There’s a part of me that wants to try Zane’s suggestion, but I don’t want it to change what we share. Despite our problems, I feel closer to you now than I ever have, Deuce. I love you so very much.”
Watching as Deuce walked to the door and locked the doorknob, Adam knew what they had started in Zane’s bed earlier that afternoon was going to be finished. Zane’s suggestion of a ménage would have to wait, because right now, he felt his lover’s arms pulling him close.

Adult:

“Zane!” Jamie moaned.
“That’s right, James. While I get you opened up, Adam is going to straddle my face and put his cock in my mouth. Adam, do you want me to suck your dick?”
Adam had begun to rub his own cock as he watched the erotic play forming before his eyes. He felt Deuce swat him on the ass, as he positioned himself over Zane’s upper chest. While he rested both his knees on the bed, his dick went flush with Zane’s face. Then Adam’s head went back in pleasure as he felt the warm heat of Zane’s mouth sucking his entire length.
“Zane, finger-fuck me good!” Jamie moaned.
Zane’s other hand was now rubbing Adam’s sac, as the front man felt the doctor’s fingers tenderly caressing each of his nuts.
“Don’t stop,” Adam whimpered, as Zane pulled back for just a second.
“Sweetheart, I have got to tell our other two husbands what to do. They want this commitment, too.”
“Mmm…Zane!” Jamie cried.
“I still make the decisions for us in this house, Zane Foster,” Adam spoke breathless.
“That you do, Adam, but right now I’m in control.”
“Oh holy shit, Zane, that feels good!”
Zane’s fingers were continuously rubbing his groin, as his sac swelled, tight against his body.
“Adam, look at our two husbands over there,” Zane whispered.
Adam turned his head to see Deuce lying between L.T.’s legs on the king-sized bed. The couple was French kissing, as their tongues danced wildly in each other’s mouths.
“Sweetheart, James is almost ready for me to penetrate him, and then we’re going to get Deuce and L.T. to join us.”
Adam closed his eyes, as he felt his heart beating hard inside his chest. His skin tingled, as he listened to the sounds filling the room. His own whimpers were mixing with Jamie’s cries of pleasure, as he heard the groans of the couple lying beside him.
“James, slowly slide down my dick,” Zane said. “Surrender to me.”
Adam tried to look over his shoulder because he wanted to see Jamie’s expression.
“Look at me, Adam. James will make enough noise to arouse all of us.”
When Adam turned his face back to Zane, he saw the arousal in the doctor’s eyes.
“L.T. and Deuce, stop making out over there, and become a part of this commitment,” Zane whispered. “Adam, there’s enough room for your Dom to straddle me, too, and put his dick inside you, don’t you think?”
Adam saw Zane toss the lube to L.T., and within a matter of seconds, he felt the drummer’s breath warm on his neck. He let his head fall back against his husband, as L.T. began to kiss their secret spot on his shoulder.
“Whimper all you want, sub,” L.T. whispered in his ear. “Zane is going to have your cock buried so deep within his mouth, while I get you ready to take me. No one knows about our spot except us. I’m sure other secrets will be shared between lovers tonight, too.”
“Are you aroused, hot rocker boy?” Zane asked Deuce.
“Don’t make me wait anymore, Daddy,” Deuce replied.
Adam turned his head again to see Deuce rubbing his cock, while the entire shaft glistened with pre-cum.
“Dammit, I need to be made love to!” Jamie moaned.
“We will…all of us to each other,” Zane responded. “Damn. Damn. Damn. I cannot believe how aroused I am right now! Adam is right, you are one tight little bitch, James.”
“You said that about me, Adam?” Jamie asked, breathless.
“He did not have to, James. I have heard him making love to you. Next, you are to allow Deuce to touch you.”
“I don’t know—”
“James,” Zane interrupted, “let your husband touch you. I have more than just a ménage planned. Adam is reconnecting to L.T. So, you need to show Deuce what is in your heart, because I see it written all over your face every time you see him.”
“Adam?” Jamie asked.
“Little bitch, do what the doctor asks, he’s only trying to help us.”
Adam saw Deuce moving behind them, as he imagined the tenderness in his hands for Jamie. He could almost feel Deuce’s touch, even though the guitarist’s hands were nowhere on his body. Instead, two of L.T.’s fingers were inside Adam, pumping him gently.
“Zane, there’s a black bag in my nightstand,” L.T. said. “Can you reach it?”
“Adam is blushing, Lemmuel,” Zane said.
“He always flushes when he’s aroused. He’s got this conversation we have, too. I listen while his heart submits to me in high-pitched whimpers.”
“Adam,” Jamie said seductively, “does moan like a bitch.”
“Shut up, bitch!” Adam spoke playfully.
“Candy cane,” L.T. said, “hush and concentrate on Zane’s cock up your ass, and Deuce’s hands on your body.”
“David, you are the man of my dreams, now let James know he is the man of yours,” Zane said.
Adam felt Zane’s lips back around his dick, as he heard the hum of L.T’s prostate massager. He gasped, when he felt the device being inserted inside his anal cavity.
“I love you, sub,” L.T whispered. “Zane’s making you feel good, too. The moaning you hear is Jamie giving his heart to Deuce again. God, that sounds so good!”
“Sweet boy, I love you,” Deuce crooned to Jamie.
“Tell us what Deuce is doing to you, James?” Zane asked.
 “His hands are all over my body…including my cock,” Jamie replied.
“We have figured out the physical part of loving as a ménage à cinq, I want us to experience the emotional part of this commitment,” Zane spoke again.
Not only was Zane still rubbing Adam’s sack, but L.T. was checking the smooth area of flesh between his sac and entry. His husband always rubbed his fingers over the skin before penetrating him.
“Sub, you’re more than ready to take me,” L.T. whispered into Adam’s ear.


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Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing. As a long supporter of LGBTQ rights, he  is thrilled to be able to reflect this in the publication of  his books which explore the lives of gay men in real situations of life and love.

Andrew’s  writing proves love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation. Often his characters select themselves, as they are provided with a literary voice. Once a story develops, Andrew is compelled to see it through to completion. His characters make sure of that fact. Love and eroticism are two very important and powerful emotions that drive not only Andrew’s characters, but his style of writing as well. In their purest forms, Andrew has seen those concepts transform characters into better individuals.

Andrew is a gay transgender man, who lives with his partner, John Jericho, and family. When not writing expect to find him enjoying spending time with family, photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and browsing the local library and art galleries. All of Andrew’s work can be found at: Andrew Jericho.

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The Trouble with Holly - Available Now!

 The Trouble with Holly (Merricks, Montana 3) is available for download. Read a story expert below or follow the link to Bookstrand. 

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STORY EXCERPT

Today couldn’t get any worse. To make matters even worse, Chase and Jarrod Walker had seen the whole thing. She had had a huge crush on the two men since she had set eyes on them the day they had first walked into the diner. It was her first shift and the brothers had come in for breakfast. She was hurrying around with the morning rush, not paying attention when she had crashed into a solid chest. Hands had reached out and steadied her before she went flying to the floor.

Looking up and then further up again, Holly’s jaw had dropped. He was absolutely gorgeous. Crystal blue eyes stared back at her and she almost swooned. He had strong chiseled features and a three-day growth. Light-brown hair peeked out from under his cowboy hat, and when he flashed her a killer smile, she knew she was a goner. She and half the damned women in town.

Holly had quickly stepped back and was then able to take in the rest of him. The man was tall, well over six feet and full of muscle. He wore faded blue Wranglers and a well-worn flannel shirt covering his big solid chest.

Holly looked over at the second man, when she heard an interrupting cough. She felt her heart skip a beat. He was just as hot and every bit as solid as the first man.

He too stood well over six feet tall, but didn’t have the rugged outdoorsy look of the other man. He was clean cut, his dirty-blond hair was trimmed neat and short, and he was wearing black jeans and a bomber jacket over a black T-shirt.

Both men had the same deep crystal blue eyes, and Holly guessed they were related.

“Are you going to show these men to a table, missy, or just stare at them all day?” Michael, the other owner of Stephie’s said. His voice had her jumping back in shock and scrambling to show them to a table.

“Here are your menus, and I’ll be back with the coffeepot,” Holly told them and then fled. She walked into the kitchen and took her time in catching her breath. She was dumbfounded. Never had men knocked her off her feet, the way that these two did, literally and figuratively.

How was she ever going to face them without embarrassing herself further? She was so attracted to them, her nipples had hardened behind her apron and her pussy had gushed. She didn’t even know their names.

Holly grabbed the coffeepot off the counter and rushed back out to fill their cups. Luckily she had managed to achieve that without spilling it everywhere. When it was time to take their order, she had looked everywhere but at the men. She had heard one of them chuckle and was sure she had turned bright red.

“What’s your name, darling?” the cowboy asked. Holly had almost swallowed her tongue. She blinked at him a couple of times before she was able to answer.

“Holly…Um…Holly Butterfield,” she finally replied.

“Well, Holly. I’m Jarrod and this here is my brother Chase.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” she said and then walked off. It wasn’t until she had reached the kitchen that she realized she hadn’t taken their order.

Holly smiled back at the memory. She didn’t usually get so timid in people’s company, but something about the two brothers got her all flustered.

They had eaten nearly every meal in Stephie’s since. They always sat in her section, and she continued to find ways to embarrass herself in front of them.

Holly had gotten to know them quite well, and they had become some of her closest friends. They watched out for her and were very helpful when her house burnt down. Little by little, her shyness had left, which made her days at work much easier.

She actually dropped things less since she had gotten used to them. Which wasn’t saying much, since she dropped things constantly anyway.

 Holly had thought they were interested in her, but they had yet to make a move. The longer time went on and the better she knew them, the more she felt that they just wanted to be her friend. Which was a bummer, because she was really attracted to them.

She tried to tell herself it wasn’t because of her weight. She had seen them around town with larger-figured woman, but the doubts crept in. Holly had always been ashamed of her size. Her old boyfriend had constantly called her fat and told her to diet, but then he was a bum who had fleeced her of all her money.

She was only twenty-three years old and felt she had already lived for forty or more years. She huffed and brushed her curly blonde hair from her face, which sprang straight back. Surely she wasn’t that bad. She had nice features and liked the hazel color of her eyes, and she didn’t have a big nose or anything.

Holly sighed and finished cleaning. She needed to finish serving her customers. Surely her day would improve.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Roll over, sweetheart,” Jarrod said. “It’s time for some loving.”

Jarrod and Chase helped Holly roll onto her back and then position her arm out to the side. Once they had checked she was comfortable, Jarrod looked her body over.

Holly lay demurely with her eyes closed and her legs closed tighter. He chuckled to himself and grabbed an ankle in each of his hands.

“You aren’t to hide yourself from us, remember. When we are alone like this you will be open and available to us. Emotionally and physically.”

Jarrod gently pried her legs apart, bent her knees, and placed her heels close to her bottom. Then he waited, looking down at her from his kneeling position near her feet.

Come on, sweetheart, you can do it, he said to himself as he waited for her to open herself up to his stronger will.

Surely enough, Holly opened her knees ever so slowly until her legs touched the blanket and her pussy was showing. Jarrod continued to wait. He wasn’t going to rush her, but she was going to follow his commands.

Chase knelt next to her head, his hands fisted on his jean-clad legs, his knuckles almost white. Jarrod could see the desperation on his face. Chase was every bit as impatient to touch their woman as Jarrod, but they needed to stay in control. Their inner Doms demanded it.

 Holly pulled in a large breath, and her breasts wiggled as she did. Jarrod’s smile damned well nearly split his face, when her hazel eyes opened and she peeked up at him, before they swung over to Chase.

“Good girl,” Chase said, slowly unbuttoning his flannel shirt and then pulling it from his body. Jarrod quickly followed until they were both as naked as she was and ready to move forward.

“Wow, er…I mean…um,” Holly said, stumbling over her words. She was looking at their bodies, her eyes swinging back and forth between the two of them.

Jarrod smiled a predatory smile and reached down to take his hard length in his hand. He watched her eyes as he slowly stroked himself, up and down.

Holly’s eyes turned green with lust and her lips parted as she puffed out little breaths. Chase moved to lay along her side, naked and every bit as hard as Jarrod.

“Kiss me, baby,” Chase said, turning her face toward him and lowering his head to capture her lips with his own. When Chase reached out to palm one of her breasts in his large hand, Jarrod heard Holly moan low, her body shifting to get closer to Chase’s touch.

Jarrod grunted his approval and then lay down on his stomach, his face inches from Holly’s welcoming heat. Drawing in a breath through his nose, the unique smell of her musk hit his senses, and his cock grew even harder.

He couldn’t wait anymore to taste her. Lowering his head, he licked his way from her puckered opening, all the way up until he hit her little bud.

Jarrod placed his hands on her hips to hold her still, as she bucked under his mouth. He used one hand to pull back her lips and expose her pearly clit.

Fuck, she was hot. Jarrod dove in like a mad man and suckled, licked, and bit, until Holly was panting and moaning into Chase’s mouth.

Freeing her hips, he slowly entered her with one long finger. Heat surrounded him immediately, engulfing his digit in hot wet flesh. Holly’s hips bucked again and the walls of her channel tightened, gripping him with a force that was surprisingly strong.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, lifting his head to look at her over the top of her pubic bone. “Let it all go. No one can hear you.”

He lowered his head once more, tasting her flavor on his tongue. It exploded on his taste buds, sweet and spicy, and all Holly. Jarrod added another finger to her channel and curled them until he hit the little soft sponge and sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time.

She drove her hips high to meet him, breaking her mouth away from Chase and arching her neck back. She opened her mouth on a silent cry, and Jarrod knew she was moments away from release.

“Pinch her nipples, Chase,” Jarrod told his brother. “She’s so close.”

Jarrod added a third finger and drove into her tight heat with force. His fingers stretched her channel, and her juices coated his fingers and palm.

Chase reached over and squeezed her nipples, pulling and tugging on them until they were hard red buds. Holly was thrashing about mindless of her surroundings, placing all her trust in Chase and Jarrod’s skillful hands.

Todays Guest Author - Kelsie Belle

The White Witch’s Legacy 1: Raven

Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Fantasy, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Word Count: 53,517
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

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[Siren Allure: Erotic Fantasy/Paranormal Romance, shape-shifters, witches, daemons, bondage, spanking, HEA]

When Xander Kane meets a delectable exotic dancer in a bar, he is instantly drawn to her striking beauty. He knows he has to have her, but when he finally convinces her to let him take her home, she disappears without a trace after they share an electrifying night together. He never thought he would see her again, but when fate takes her right back to his doorstep he is intent on making her pay for running out on him like she did. But Raven is not what she seems, and the secrets she hides, coupled with his own dark skeletons, threatens to destroy any hope that Xander harbored for them.

Raven embarks on a perilous journey to protect her mother’s legacy and finds herself fighting for her life at every turn. When she meets Xander Kane, he is everything she wants in a man and everything she cannot afford to let herself have right now. Will they be able to overcome the obstacles that confront them at every turn and find their way to love?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Excerpts:

“Myra, hurry up, girl. I need you up here before the nightfall,” she said, and Myra sighed again. It was already getting dark outside so, with slumped shoulders, she made her way up the flight of rickety stairs, fully expecting a dinner of liver and onions with boiled potatoes to be waiting on her upstairs along with a game of cards.

The scene that met her as she pushed the door open and entered the apartment, however, made her freeze in the doorway, her jaw hitting the wooden floor in shock. Hazel had pushed away all the furniture to leave a wide space in the center or the living area. She had used chalk to draw an enormous star in the middle of the floor, on each point of which there was a lit candle, the flame flickering in the slight breeze that entered through the half-opened window. There were bottles of oils and essence placed on the ground beside the peculiar drawing on the floor, and a black book lay inside it. The salt-and-pepper-haired woman was busy walking around the shape and sprinkling some sort of liquid methodically onto the floor. When she noticed Myra standing dumbfounded in the doorway, she quickly put down the container she was holding and beckoned for the girl to join her where she stood. “Come girl, we don’t have time to waste! The time has come for you to meet your destiny.”

“Aunt Hazel, what is all this?” Myra asked when her wits returned to her. She took several tentative steps forward, wondering if the old woman had finally lost it after all. “I thought we were going to watch The Sound of Music again and then play cards.”

“It is your time, dear girl. Today is the day. This is what I have been preparing you for, for all these years. Come! Take your place now, it will soon begin.”

“Take my place? Where exactly is my place, aunt?” she queried cautiously, her feet still firmly rooted to the spot where she had stopped.

“You are the eldest, Myra, the first. It is you who must bear the Mark first. It will begin with you.”

As much as Hazel’s words confused the heck out of her, Myra didn’t bother to question her any further. She knew her aunt would only keep speaking in riddles so the sooner she did as she was told, the better it would be for her. Hesitantly, she walked over to where the old woman stood, and upon her instructions, she stepped over the outline of the star and went to stand in its center. 

 Immediately, there was a whiplash of lightning, followed by a horrific roar of thunder, causing Myra to jump in fright. Where the hell had that come from? It had been a bright, clear day, no sign of rainclouds anywhere. Suddenly, all coherent thought fled her mind as a searing pain gripped the back of her neck. It felt as if someone was carving her skin with an extremely sharp object, or branding her with a hot pole. A tortured cry tore from her lips and she fell to her knees, her arms flying to the point of the pain as if she could make it stop by wiping it away.

“Yes, it has begun,” Hazel’s voice noted solemnly. She hobbled closer to where Myra knelt, clutching the back of her neck. “Let go, Myra. Accept your mark. Accept your true powers.”

Then the wind began howling outside, rushing in through the open window with the strength of a mid-summer Castallantran hurricane, so powerful that it whipped Myra’s hair about her face and roared loudly in her ears. In the midst of all this, the candles didn’t only remain lit, but they seemed to be burning even brighter still. Staring at them in shock, Myra suddenly noticed that inside each flame, there was the face of a different woman staring back at her. She gasped and made to jump to her feet, but Hazel’s hand on her shoulder restrained her.

 “Do not fear, my child, no harm will come to you,” the woman reassured her, and reluctantly Myra remained kneeling as the faces in the candles’ flames began to chant together. The words were in a language Myra had never heard before. There was no way for her to understand what they meant, but somehow, she could tell exactly what they were saying.

One of three, witches that be, we grant you this day, the power to see. Strength, wisdom, and courage be yours, to find the spell caster and the other that cures.

Then, just as suddenly as it started, the howling wind stopped. The pain at the base of Myra’s neck subsided just as the flames from the candles went out simultaneously, bringing an end to the mysterious chanting, and the apartment was once again as quiet as it always was. Myra jumped to her feet, head reeling with consternation as she turned to face Hazel. The old woman just smiled and nodded before bending to retrieve the black book from the floor. When she straightened again, she handed it to Myra and then pulled her in for a tight hug. 

“Welcome to the sisterhood, Myra,” she whispered affectionately. “I know this is overwhelming, but I tried to prepare you the best way I could.”

Myra pulled away to look suspiciously at her eccentric aunt, her eyes darting down to the book in her hand, then back to Hazel’s face. “Aunt Hazel,” she began, her voice quivering slightly. “What just happened?”

“You finally joined the family, my dear,” her aunt replied, smiling gleefully. “You now possess one third of the powers of the Great White Witch of Castallantra.”

Myra promptly fainted.

Adult Excerpt

“Don’t come.” Xander’s voice was like a battering ram slamming into her head, interrupting the intoxicating sexual high she had been experiencing.

“No!” she screamed when his lips left her sex, his head moving from between her legs.

He chuckled softly, gently easing her legs off his shoulders and rising to his feet. “I say when, beautiful, never forget that. You come when I tell you to, only when I tell you to.”

She had to bite her tongue to quell the annoyance that welled in her stomach at his words. Who the fuck did he think he was? She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. She wanted to knee him in the groin and get the hell out of there. But when he took her hand and pulled her off the sofa, she couldn’t find the will to even resist for a moment. She was desperate for him, desperate for the pleasure she knew he could give her. Moisture seeped between her thighs when she noticed the lustful animal ferocity in his sea-blue eyes and her anticipation returned with full force. Oh God, maybe she was a whore after all!

He spun her around so that the fronts of her thighs were touching the arm of the sofa. He ran his hand over her shoulders and down her arms, reaching around to cup her breasts, as he used his body to push her forward. She was now fully bent over the sofa arm, ass held high, head lying on the soft cushions. She whimpered when one of his hands trailed a heated path along her spine to finally splay at her waist and hold her in place. His other hand delved between her thighs, easing the thong fully to the side as he sank two long, thick fingers into her body with exquisite gentleness.

“So eager, so fucking wet,” he whispered as he withdrew his fingers to fondle her clit before sinking them into her heat again. Myra couldn’t stop herself from gyrating on his hand. Her pussy clenched and gushed reflexively, loving the feel of his fingers inside her sex, wanting even more still.

“Please…please, I-I’m so...God, don’t make me beg.” Hot tears stung the back of her eyes when she heard the desperate, pathetic words that had just been uttered from her lips. How did he do this to her? How did he reduce her to nothing more than want and need without even trying?

“You don’t need to beg, beautiful, at least not tonight. Tonight I’ll freely give you what you desire, all that you desire.” He pulled back then, leaving her momentarily to quickly sheath himself with a condom. Then he was plunging into her, his powerful cock forcing its way into her tight channel, stretching her almost painful. A loud gasp escaped Myra when she felt him sinking into her. God, she’d forgotten how big he was. Jesus, he was so damn huge! She gripped the sofa for support as he filled her to capacity, inch by glorious inch.

“Christ, you feel good. So fucking good around my cock,” he rasped, his voice shaking with unleashed lust. He pulled back, sliding his cock completely out of her. She glanced over her shoulder wildly, afraid he would stop. Did he plan to just leave her hungry and desperate like this, to punish her? God, she wouldn’t survive it.

“Don’t go! Xander, please, I—”

“Shhh,” he said, and she watched as he held his magnificent cock in one hand and slowly rubbed it against her moist slit, teasing her until she was wiggling against him, pressing back to try and force him to enter her again. Then suddenly, he was at her entrance again, his thick member sliding into her like it was made to be there. She cried out as he began to fuck her steadily, pulling back and pushing in, finding a delicious rhythm that made her pussy clench and flutter.

“Yes…Jesus, yes!” she cried, curling her fingers into the cushion. Xander grabbed her hips and continued to fuck her at an almost leisurely pace, pumping into her with slow, torturous thrusts. Myra worked her hips, pushing back on him to try and get him deeper into her body.

“That’s it, beautiful, fuck me back.”

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About Kelsie Belle

Kelsie Belle wears many hats – wife, mother and teacher are just a few but the erotic romance writer hat is by far her favorite. Kelsie is wildly gregarious by nature. She considers herself ‘forever 21’ and enjoys reading contemporary romance, Science fiction and fantasy, listening to music and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. A caffeine addict that lives life from one coffee mug to the next, she’s always on the go, ready and waiting for the next adventure.

She has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember, her characters live inside her overactive mind and a thousand stories come to life in her head every day. This novel is the first in her three book paranormal series The White Witch’s Legacy. It promises to be an exciting trip into her wild imagination and she hopes her readers will enjoy the experience of taking a ride outside the ordinary with her.

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