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The Man of Her Dreams
Isabella knew what her dreams would bring when sleep finally came. She drifted, in an alternate reality that was both comforting and dangerous. At the heart of her fevered dreams was a man—no, a god. She’d been frightened at how real he seemed but her fear soon turned to anticipation and raw lust.
Each night that he came to her, Isabella struggled to open her eyes, to see him, touch him. He whispered in her ear, his breath fluttering gently against her delicate skin.
“Do you want me Isabella?”
She couldn’t speak no matter how she tried. Her body craved his touch. He was no more than shadow but she felt his masculine presence in her bed. With each dream, his actions grew bolder—a lick, a caress. Overwhelming desire washed over her naked body, a hunger so strong Isabella thought she might die if he didn’t slake her need.
But this night was different. When Isabella drifted to sleep, her senses were more aware, more alive. He was behind her; she could feel the hardness of him against her. Heat radiated from his body as he embraced her. He cupped her breast and then slid his hand lower demanding access to her most intimate place. Fisting her hair roughly, he pulled her face toward his own. His voice was deep, commanding, and in control.
“Do you want me Isabella?”
“Are you real?” she gasped as he bit her lower lip.
“If you desire it, my love.”
Breaking a Devil’s Deal
Words have power. Humans as a whole don’t understand this, they have yet to tap into their mind’s ability to do such magicks. Don’t be fooled, and for Satan’s sake learn the rules before you utter your thoughts. When they are safely muttered in your head they’re harmless…but whisper them out loud and be damned the consequences. You’re never truly alone, there’s always something lurking, preparing to turn your words into your nightmares.
You want examples? I’ll amuse you before my ‘appointment’ calls out to me.
Certain words should never pass your lips…if after you foolishly give them form a stranger appears…run. Don’t look back, visual contact is your demise. We come in all forms, ones you cannot turn from.
Whisper ‘wish’ and you may soon be visited by the Djin. They’re nasty creatures I’ve been at war with for millennia, but they do good work I must admit.
But if you want me to enter your life, if you yearn for the kiss of eternal damnation…the word you must give voice to is—
Now, did you really play me for a fool? You want to know the way into my kingdom, come join me while I take my appointment…
Havan Fellows @ http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/
Flash Fiction for 5/17
“Come home with me.”
If the words had held any passion, Jerry would have gone. But Max’s flat voice indicated he could care less what Jerry’s response was. Jerry avoided looking into his eyes, afraid they would be equally expressionless.
“I can’t,” he mumbled dejectedly.
“Because of Kelley?” Max continued to block his access to the door.
“We’re just friends.”
“Then why not come with me for the night?” Max extracted a cigarette pack from his pocket.
“I said no.” Anger crept into his words. Jerry shifted, casting nervous glances at his window. If Kelley saw him, he’d never hear the end of it. His room mate knew how he lusted after Max. It was stupid to let the opportunity to be fucked by the man of his dreams slip through his fingers just because he wanted to be special.
“He waiting for you?” The cigarette pack scraped Jerry’s jaw as Max pulled him close. “What will he think of this?”
Demanding lips crashed down on Jerry’s and his lips parted of their own accord. Max’s kiss was masterful, all encompassing…and not at all expressionless.
Max withdrew with a self-satisfied smile, and waved up at the lit window before leaving.
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A stalker who wants revenge…a past flame rekindled…Jemma Leigh’s summer just got interesting. Jemma Leigh Harding has drawn the attention of an unknown stalker and returns to her hometown of Somerville, a safe haven—or so she thinks—on the east coast of Canada. Theodore Garrity is the last person she expects to see, considering how easily he walked away from her after graduation to join the army. Their past history involves secrets Jemma Leigh is hesitant to share. When it becomes clear the stalker has followed her home, Teddy becomes her unlikely bodyguard. Will the terror and past hurts separate them forever? Or will love blaze a fresh path for their future? Teaser Excerpt:
Jemma Leigh quickly grew aware of Teddy’s heated gaze. Her own increasing desire for this man decided her next words. “You know, he probably won’t show up until tomorrow afternoon at the very earliest. We’re probably wasting a few hours that could be better spent doing other things,” she suggested. “After all, Jim would alert us if there’s anything unusual going on.” “True enough. What would you suggest?” he asked, and she watched as his eyes raked over her from top to bottom. “I’m easy.” “Yes, I seem to remember that about you.” She giggled as she walked toward him, trying to appear sexy, but her muscles were stiff and sore from disuse. Her cast, thankfully, replaced with an air boot for support, made getting around a lot less cumbersome. She stopped a couple feet in front of him, pulling her tank top up and over her head in one graceful move. His surprised gaze drank in the site of her, and his eyes darkened with desire. Satisfied, she turned her back and requested, “A little help here.” “Always my pleasure to help a damsel in distress.” He quoted her earlier words as he unfastened the hook on her bra, freeing her breasts to fall into his greedy hands as she felt herself being pulled backward toward him. “This probably isn’t a wise move, Jemma Leigh.” Maybe not, but loving you is all I can think of now that we’re truly alone. Jemma Leigh felt the hardness of his shaft as it pulsed against her derrière. It had been so long since he’d held her like this. If things go wrong, I don’t want to go to my grave without loving this kind and gentle man one more time. ”I don’t care whether it’s wise or not. Love me, Teddy. Make love to me like you used to. Help me forget everything but you, if only for a little while.” “Ah, Jemma Love, what if he hopped a plane and rented a vehicle? We need to be alert. We can’t do this, not here, not now, as much as it pains me to say so.” “Yes, we can. How can I be alert to the danger when all I can think of is you? Remembering how it felt to have you inside me, moving as one, has drove me crazy all summer. We’re alone now. Just you and me. Don’t let him destroy what we could be to each other,” she said, turning into his embrace and taking the opportunity to run her hand up and down the ridge of his shaft. “It’s been so long, Teddy. There’s never been anyone but you for me.” Standing awkwardly on tiptoe, she kept most of her weight on her good foot and kissed him, summoning all the passion she had stored up over the years. Suddenly, he lifted her in his arms and carried her down the hall to her bedroom. Setting her on her feet, he asked, “Are you sure about this? If I need to stop, it has to be now.” “Don’t stop.” She pushed her jeans down over her hips, baring herself to his view as she finally stepped out of them. She stood boldly before him in the near darkness, clad only in silky thong panties. “Make me yours, Teddy. Let me feel you inside me once again.”
 The Gypsy and The Widow by Juliet Chastain
Book 3 in Gypsy Lovers Series
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Historical Erotic Romance
Will widowed Joanna Daniels choose a life of security and privilege with a wealthy lord or will she follow her heart and run away with the Gypsy laborer she loves? Joanna Daniels is a widow who wants a father for her son. Tem Lovell is a widower hoping to find a mother for his children. They are perfect for each other except for one thing: she’s a destitute English gentlewoman who is being courted by a wealthy lord, while Tem is a Gypsy laborer who lives hand-to-mouth. As the ardor she shares with Tem grows stronger, Joanna is forced to decide between the financial security the cold and controlling lord can provide and the uncertainty of the open road coupled with the passionate love Tem feels for her—that is, if Tem is willing to take an English gentlewoman as his bride. Teaser Excerpt:
He lifted her as though she weighed no more than a small child and she twined her arms about his neck. He looked down at her and he moved as though to kiss her—oh God, how she wanted him to do so. But he pulled back, shaking his head slightly and the moment passed. He carried her to the door of her house, which he opened with one hand and brought her inside. The door closed behind them, and Joanna reached up and brought his head down so his lips met her own. Tem felt his blood heat as their lips touched. He had dreamed of this, but always believed it could be nothing but a dream. Could it be that she wanted him as he wanted her—or was she a wanton as his fellows had suggested? He pulled his head back and studied her face. His very heart and soul cried out for her as much as his body, but he would not be a plaything, a casual amusement for a Gadji. He placed her gently on a sofa and knelt beside her as she reclined against the pillows. Her amber eyes and black lashes stood out against her milky pallor and some of her deep golden hair had escaped its tie and curled against her neck. She reached out and took his hand. A flush crept into her cheeks. “Do you not want to kiss me?” He thought her voice shook slightly. He could not keep himself from bringing her hand to his cheek for an instant, although he knew he should not. “I do not make love with every woman who wishes it, not even when I myself wish it. “ “Do you wish to make love to me?” “With all my heart I do, but there is no future for us and I care far more for you already than I should.” She ran her fingers softly, tantalizingly, through his hair. “And I feel the same for you. I—I think of you so often. I so often have dreamed that you would touch me or kiss me. I long for it.” She lowered her eyes as the flush on her cheeks turned darker and spread across her face, her neck. “We would harm no one.” He frowned and released her hand. “No one except ourselves, if indeed you feel as I do. I am already pained that I shall have to leave in a few days when our work is done here, perhaps sooner if Sir Edward does not pay as agreed. If you and I do what we wish to do, the pain of parting will be worse.” “I don’t care,” she cried. “I would willingly suffer later if that is the price I must pay.” Her lower lip trembled, and she bit it as though to still it. He could resist no longer, and he brought his lips hard against hers, his arms tight around her. He felt as though the floodgates controlling his pent-up desire for Joanna opened, and he drowned in his passion for her. He wanted nothing but to kiss her, to caress her, to love her in every way a man can love a woman. Also check out the first two books in the Gypsy Lovers Series….
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It’s Time
It’s time by Doris O’Connor
He was slipping away slowly, held close to her heart, his hold on her loosening. How could she let him go? He was her love, her life, her best friend, the man she’d loved for the last fifty-four years.
His breathing raspy, it skimmed across her neck, and she drew him in closer, straining to hear the whispered words.
“I love you Evie, always. Thank you, my beautiful girl.”
Tears slipped from her eyes, mingling with his, and she felt him smile against her skin. Her heart fluttered in remembered excitement of happier times. His lips brushed her ear once, twice and she sighed and pulled him closer still.
“I’ll miss you, my love. Rest now, sleep. I’ll see you soon.”
With one last shuddery exhale he breathed his last, safe in her arms, where he wanted to be. His once so strong body, now frail and riddled with pain, relaxed, and she allowed the tears to fall through her smile.
Already her limbs felt heavier, her breathing slowed and her eyes fluttered closed. He would tell her off on the other side. But she couldn’t let him go alone.
“Forgive me, my love.”
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Be for me, like rain. -Creeley
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Flash Fiction: Pictures
Tad ached to be touched. This is ridiculous!
“Nice, darling. Now turn around. Show me that pretty ass.”
Tad stared at the wall, trying to ignore his twitching cock at the intoxicating whir of the camera. He hadn’t known he’d respond to it like this. “Hurry. Rob’ll be home any…”
Shit! A key rattled in the front door. Tad dove for his clothes. His head popped through the collar of his shirt as the door opened. Dammit! He should have put his boxers on first.
Rob came into the room, and stopped. His glance went from Steve to Tad’s half naked self. “What’s going on?”
Steve raised his hands. “I was only taking pictures. No sampling. Promise.”
Tad’s heart thumped. “It was supposed to be a surprise. I wanted to send a picture each night you’re gone on that business trip.”
“Oh.” Rob’s gaze raked over him, making his dick jump. “On or off?”
“What? Oh, off. Definitely off.” Tad yanked the shirt over his head. His blood surged at the click of the camera as Rob pinned him to the wall.
One Last Time.
Kisses didn’t add to the mist, speaking did.
Cold enough for scarves, not cold enough to move, the tree their haven.
“It really is time?’ Jed asked, his voice low his speech slurred with regret. “We have to?”
Marcus nipped his neck, the sensation fleeting, the memories, he knew, would linger long after the touch.
“You know we do.” Marcus said. “We promised, this one last time to say all those things we never have. To be open and honest and…”
“Fucked? Screwed? I not a nice way.” Jed felt hollow. “So?”
“So, let’s say it all.”
Jed nodded. How the hell could he say all he wanted in how long? He looked at his watch. “We have ten minutes. Shit, not long now.”
“Nope and counting. So.” He took a deep breath. “Marcus Stephen Desson, I do declare…”
“Must you say it like that? You sound like a southern Belle. Ahh lordy me Ah do de-clare.”
In spite of himself Jed grinned. “Yeah, well you go first. Five minutes and still counting.”
“Right it’s now or never. Jeddidiah Moxon, will you marry me?”
Jed stared. The silence lengthened.
Then, he laughed and felt himself hugged. “Hell Marcus. They were my words. Will you marry me? Ah do de-clare you’re the only man for me.” He leaned in, and felt the arm around him tighten.
“Shall we? Three minutes…”
They ran.