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Passing the Torch is a new erotic BDSM novella, out from Total-E-Bound! I've just got the new cover! It's available for pre-order on March 25th!

Here's the blurb:

Wet your toes in this chilling erotic tale of a love triangle created by one man’s dying wish...

Calla faces an avalanche of grief and confusion when she finds out her husband Owen is dying. Owen’s last wish is that she and his brother, Ash, be together when he’s gone. The only problem is that Ash is not happy about the idea, but that doesn’t stop Owen from bringing them on one last sentimental camping trip, one that is immediately filled with intense longing, fear and denial.

Out in the forest, where past and present collide, where far off noises and active imaginations chill the spine, Owen intends to teach Ash how to be intimate with his wife.

Grief, strong wills and insecurities clash in the forest, where Ash learns just how deep the sexual connection between Owen and Calla is, and just how much he can relate. Throughout it all, Calla must find a way to bring the two brothers together to find resolution about their past, and to find resolution to her own doubts about the future.

Sneak Peek: Chapter One

About a week before we went to his doctor’s appointment, I dreamed that Owen tried to kill me. We were at our favourite camping spot in the woods, a place that no one else seemed to know about. In my dream, the towering brown trees of the forest were even denser than in reality. They were so huge I thought maybe they were real giants, giants in slumber, in hibernation, and we were only the fleas at their feet. The ground wasn’t brown and leaf-covered as it normally was—instead, bright green moss grew everywhere, full and fuzzy, a living, spongy mass. I realised that I was barefoot. The moss seemed to grow fuller and fuller, creeping in all directions before my eyes.

Owen walked by my side, quiet, looking down at the ground, too. His skin was so pale, paler than in reality, where normally he had a golden tinge to him. But in my dream he was as pale as a ghost, and I thought I could see through his skin, see his veins running erratically here and there, turquoise lines chug-chug-chugging the blood through his body. I somehow knew that the green veins I observed were clogged with slime, passing through his body, making him sluggish and sappy in his movements.

We came to the stream. It was really too big to call a stream, but I preferred the word to ‘creek’, which I found creepy, and it was too small to call a river. The clear, icy water ran past, flowing steadily over the smoothed stones that populated the riverbed and bank. In the summer time you could see the colour in the stones when the sunlight hit them, but I must have been dreaming it was wintertime or early spring, because the stones were simply grey, round bits of grey that reflected no light, making the stream seem much deeper than it actually was. Making it seem dangerous. I stood with my toes against the flow until it felt like icy little needles were pricking at them.

Owen stood behind me. I felt his hands come around my waist then move up to my breasts. I was naked, too, I realised. His touch was frigid instead of warm like it normally was. His fingers found my nipples. I gasped and my body shuddered. His pale fingertips pinched them until biting slivers of pain shot into my body. I gasped again. He slowly opened and closed the space between his forefinger and thumb, squeezing then releasing the tips, and the waves of delicious pangs in my pussy undulated accordingly with each contraction. He seemed to be ignoring the whimpers of pain I let out each time he pinched my flesh, or, rather, maybe the pathetic noises spurred him on. Soon my nipples were burning and reddened. Still he continued.

I grew afraid of him. I had never been afraid of him, never in all our playing, in all the nights we’d spent hours pushing each other further and further towards our weaknesses, even as he had held every ounce of my sanity in his hands, I had never doubted my safety with him, never doubted his intentions. But now I felt a ghoul had invaded his body, and it was the ghoul who now stood behind me, relentlessly tormenting my sensitive flesh. My strength gave out and I fell to my knees.

Before I could fully understand or maybe even admit to myself that this wasn’t my husband but an embodiment of something wrong, a manifestation of something terrible and indefinable, I found myself submerged. Suddenly I was holding my breath as the icy currents pulled my hair over my face, the roar of white noise and rocks moving against one another, bubbles escaping my nostrils—I was deafened. The ghoul had a hand in my hair and was holding my head in the stream.

I squealed when it put its cock into me, and more of the precious air I still had in my lungs escaped. I tried to think of some way to break free as the length of its hardness penetrated me up to the hilt, its hips pressing hard and cold against my ass. All my thoughts ceased then, and a burning, conspicuous in the surrounding chill, almost took me so far from my panic I could have drowned happily. My knees crushed into the stones beneath them, and the ghoul withdrew then plunged into my body again. As its cock invaded me I was filled with a blissful sort of insanity. I felt lost to myself. My body gave in to the thing, burned around it, desiring it more than it wanted another breath.

I woke up with a gasp, as though I had finally pulled my head out of the stream. The juices of my desperation seeped from between my legs. I flung my arms out into the darkness before I totally regained my senses.

Owen turned me towards him, held me firmly and shushed me. “It’s okay, Cal. You’re all right.”

Even as I found the little glints of his eyes in the darkness of our bedroom, I could still feel the water over my face. I panicked, sure I still couldn’t take a breath. My hands went up to my cheeks and felt the wetness, and I gulped in a ragged, desperate breath and realised I was crying.

“Oh, baby.” Owen ran his fingertips over my cheeks.

I relaxed a little, glad for breath but feeling an emptiness inside my gut I couldn’t explain. I put a hand in my panties. They were soaked.

Owen’s hand joined mine against my pussy. “Scary wet dream?” He chuckled against my shoulder.

“Make me come,” I whispered.

He nuzzled his face into my neck and worked a couple of fingers into me. His kisses against my throat were lazy with sleepiness, but his fingers found a steady rhythm moving in and out of me, his thumb circling over my clit. I ground my pelvis towards his hand and put my face in his hair. It took no time at all. My orgasm was strong but quiet and I released around his fingers, soaking them and my panties even more. He pushed them down and helped me get them off.

His hard cock pressed against my leg and I went to grasp it but he kissed my neck and said, “In the morning.” His arm fell over me and he passed back out.

I lay on my back, my pulse calming, feeling Owen’s warm breath against my neck, and thought about the ghastly Owen from my dream. I held onto the image, my gut heavy with a dread I couldn’t define.

But, like I said, that was before the appointment.




 
 
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D&D, my newest erotic novella, is available for at Total E Bound, and available everywhere on November 5th! It is a steampunk erotic romance novel, with tons of sexy devices for our main character to explore.

Here's the blurb:

A headstrong woman unsure of her own desires. A charming playboy with a mind for pleasure who's set on getting her into his newest contraption...Welcome to Fairford.

In order to absolve a debt, recently widowed social pariah Tessa Darlington leaves London to travel to Fairford, where she meets charming inventor Briscoe Blackwell, and gets caught up in his world of sordid inventions. Unsure of her future, grieving for her late husband, and conflicted by the nature of her desires, she rebuffs Briscoe's attempts to charm her and sets about exploring his sordid resort and all the wonders it has to offer.

Briscoe Blackwell, however, has his own ambition-to get Tessa into his latest and greatest invention yet.


Get it HERE at Total E Bound!

 
 
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<------  Check out the fabulous cover for Dreams and Devices, due out September 24th from Total E Bound! It's a steampunk erotic romance novel, with plenty of deviant devices to sizzle your e-reader screen.