Author: Stranded

An Evening With the Baker’s Dozen

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Author's note, this is part 5 of the PolyWorld series. 5pm... As with any good manager, Evan knew how to warm Meg up. Spread eagle and blindfolded on the bed, she squirmed causing the chains of her restraints to jingle as a tongue found her clit. She had no clue who the tongue belonged to, but there were no complaints forthcoming. The tongue danced a grind against her, warm and wet. Heated humid breath added to the light pleasure of the experience. With the first pleasurable shock gone, Meg settled back on the bed and enjoyed the tongue lapping at her. Senses returning and she could now hear the muted movement of those around her. Imagination had her picturing a lineup of twelve naked men, each waiting for their turn at her. [Read more...]

Temptation of the Warmth Below

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Darryl woke to a dark room. Looking at the stars on the stucco ceiling for a moment, he assessed his situation. Echos of car lights caused bits of light to filter into the room around the blinds as the tires rolled away along the asphalt outside. His head pounded, but his belly was calm. So far, anyway. As he considered his drinking from the prior day and lost count at three, it was lucky he would only have a headache as proof of the hangover. The bedside clock changed numbers, announcing to the dark room that it was eighteen minutes before two in the morning. Checking his mobile on the bedside table, he found that Meg had not texted again after her note at five the evening before. “You’ve no idea,” the text read. “I’ll be [Read more...]

Covers to Covers

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The mobile phone announced it was six thirty by playing the opening of AC/DC's Thunderstruck. An arm shot out from under the covers as Darryl attempted to destroy the menacing mobile. "Get up, sleepy," Meg murmured. With her right knee on the side of the bed, she leaned in and kissed Darryl's cheek. "You need to pick better tunes for your alarm." Darryl's blue eyes slitted open and he grinned. "The tune is fantastic, but it's too fuckin' early." As they took in Meg's tight black jeans and jacket, his eyes widened. "Wow, you look fantastic." She giggled. "This surprises you?" "Nah, but you have that vintage look. Like Whitney Houston's album cover back...I don't even remember when that was." "The 80s aren't all that vintage [Read more...]

The Orphan War…Every Trilogy Has An Ending – Cover Reveal

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Yes, it seems it is that time. Savannah and Nigel know they can't get back what they have lost, but they are ready to lead the attack to stop this from happening again. Leading a small fleet of Earth's orphans against the Kettelgians. They are going to end this now before it happens to another race. But what if there was another way? What if there were more time? From 19th Century London to the depths of outer space to post-apocalyptic Odessa, they will find a way. Thank you, again, for Robin Ludwig Design for the cover. Robin has done all three and, were there to be a fourth, it would continue. Available October 7, 2016 on Amazon Kindle

Alpha of Dominance and Control

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Meg pushed her hips back hard, feeling his tongue claiming her. Her knees, red and sore, shook with the want to no longer stay still. Evan, on his back beneath her, lapped at her pussy. "I do love tasting my cum from you." She giggled and twitched but, as Evan had commanded, she stayed on her knees above him. Her ass was warm from Evans' earlier work, but his tongue heated it further as his stubble tickled between her cheeks. He had drawn blood from her with the flogger this evening. It had been unintentional. Although he had cleaned it up quickly, she imagined she would be going home with a light path of blood down her right buttock. The thought brought a grin that was pushed aside by her next moan. His long arm reached up [Read more...]

Savannah’s Sunday Diary

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Photo by Rachel K - Savannah

"You want me to do a diary entry? How about I do a piece on how erotica and science fiction shouldn't be written together." I grinned at her. "Yes, on the diary. No to the op-ed piece." It is Sunday afternoon, and the is the first chance in some time that Savannah and I have had to sit together. It is the same pub that we met almost eighteen months ago. That time was just three days before the release of Just Prey - Savannah Book One. Since that time, about five months ago, Darwin's Sword - Savannah Book Two was also released. Today, we are here to discuss her assistance with the marketing for the finale of the trilogy, The Orphan War - Savannah Book Three that will be out October 7, 2016. Savannah glared at me with brown eyes [Read more...]

Taking Wheels of Steel to Task

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 Press play: "This isn't a Merry-Go-Round." "Nope," Mitchell agreed and looked up at the beast with a smile. "Imagine the trouble we could get into up there where no one can see us." "I'm not having sex with you tonight, never mind up there!" Carla took a step back from him. He turned and looked down at her. "I didn't say that. Besides, there's some big brother cam pointed up there from somewhere that would put us on someone's fap list. I just said to imagine it." His jean jacket flapped against his belly in the breeze. "Oh, well, I shouldn't think of such things. Father Pascal says that impure thoughts are like a gateway drug to Satan." Mitchell laughed and looked back up at the steel hulk of the Ferris wheel. "And [Read more...]

Review of “That Day At the Lake”

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This review, with five stars, was added to Amazon.ca this evening: I admit, that this is not my standard genre for reading or writing. Rachel de Vine has become a fast online friend over the last year. I figured it was time to give "That Day At The Lake" a go and see what I could make of it. One of my favorite lines from the story made short work of my apprehensions about the genre, however: "If you are having an orgy, can I join in?" "No Hugh, this is girl bonding. Go back to bed." It was this line where the word cool crossed my mind about this story. The story is complicated by the emotions mixed with an underlying thread that drags the story arc to places Chris Carter would have enjoyed pulling Mulder and Scully through. [Read more...]