Thursday, June 21, 2012

Thursday Thirteen with Alexandra Anthony

As promised, here is our second fabulous thirteen from author Alexandra Anthony. She was visiting with us recently for Oh My! Monday. Let's see what the first thirteen sentences of her book Fated conjure up in our imaginations. Mmmmm...Vampires. Enjoy! ~the Vixen

The Thirteen

His long fingers twitched against mine as he fought not to touch me.  He didn't move as I straddled his hips and let my breasts graze seductively against his cool chest.  At any time he could have easily broken away from my tentative hold.  He remained still, his jaw tight as my lips brushed against the corner of his mouth. 

“Please.  I want to do this,”  I begged, gently squeezing his hands and slowly nibbling my teeth against the soft skin of his neck.

His low growl of approval vibrated against me as my lips blazed a trail down his throat and across his collarbone.  I released his hands and placed them beside his legs, giving him a look that warned him to keep them there.  He sat motionless, still watching every move I made with his piercing blue eyes.

Moving to stand between his legs, I leaned over to palm his thighs and whispered quietly against his ear.  “Lean back.”

He moved his hands and braced them behind him.  


Josephine Anderson is a 28 year old writer living in Bali.  She's secretive, travels and tries to avoid people in general because of her “gift”, which is the ability of being a psychic empath.  Her world turns upside down when she has a dreams of a mysterious man and then comes face-to-face with him. Stefan is tall, blond and drop-dead gorgeous.  She can't read his future or feel his emotions.  Sounds perfect, right?

Stefan has his own secrets. He's a millenia old psychic vampire that has been searching for Josephine for 200 years. Their worlds collide in a passionate explosion, but will their fated love be enough to keep them together as her mysterious past begins to unravel and they maneuver through vampire protocol?

About Alexandra

Alexandra Anthony loves all things vampire and enjoys writing romantic/erotic stories combining vampires and the paranormal, loves the idea of good happily ever after story and the possibility that there could be a supernatural Prince Charming lurking out there.

Alexandra lives in the Midwest with her husband and daughter. She is currently writing the The Vampire Destiny series in which Josephine, a psychic empath, meets the undead man of her dreams. Will their fated love be enough to keep them together as her mysterious past starts to unravel?

Where to find Fated: The Vampire Destiny #1

Thursday Thirteen with Nicole Morgan

Welcome back to the Sassy Vixen Blog. Today I've got an extra special treat...TWO, count them two authors have agreed to share the first thirteen sentences of their latest releases. First up is fellow Siren author Nicole Morgan. She's back today with another new release, When Promise Meets Passion. Enjoy! ~the Vixen


link to excerpts

When Cole Bottego met Leah Allbright she was just a girl, the younger sister of his Marine buddy, Dex. Both of their lives were changed forever in 2007 when an IED killed Dex. In his friend’s final moments, Cole promised to always look out for Leah.

Years pass and Cole keeps his promise. Now grown, Leah is a rookie police officer under the watchful eye of her police chief, Cole. The dynamics of their new roles prove to be more than either of them were prepared for. After years of being best friends they find their feelings changing and complicating their once-easy camaraderie. 

Will temptation prove to be too strong for either of them to resist as they’re given a chance to have something neither of them knew they wanted? Or will Cole push his desires aside because of a promise he made years earlier to a dying friend?

First Thirteen

Cole got out from behind the wheel and slammed the door of his Tahoe so hard the entire vehicle shook. Acid rose in his throat, and he fought the urge to duck behind the Dumpster and hurl. He had closed the five-mile distance between the station and the hospital in record time once he’d gotten the call that Leah had been shot. Panic caused him to nearly walk into the automatic double doors when they didn’t slide open fast enough. There were three things on his agenda. Make sure she was okay, find out what the fuck went wrong, and kick the living shit out of whoever was responsible. 

Her partner, Colby, was standing in the hallway outside an ER cubicle and met him halfway. “Chief, slow down. She’s going to be fine, It’s just a flesh wound.”

He cared little for the nervous tone in the officer’s voice. It’s not like it was a secret that everyone in the damn department was afraid of him. His protective nature over Leah only made them fear him more. Walking past and ignoring the man’s comment, he pushed the curtain aside and went in. 

About Nicole

Nicole Morgan was an avid reader who kept having one recurring problem. Ideas of stories kept popping into her head. Today, Nicole is an author of erotic romantic novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with a good old-fashioned whodunit. She tries to place strong emphasis on the characters’ emotions while also throwing in some spicy and hot love scenes. Her alpha male of choice will more often than not have a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve.

While still trying to stay true to her style, she is finding her writing is evolving as she takes on new and uncharted territory for her. In the first months of this year she finally wrapped up her first ever full-length paranormal romance novel. There are many areas of erotica out there that she hasn’t had a chance to really delve into just yet, but she is anxiously looking forward to doing just that.


Monday, June 11, 2012

Hot, Yummy Vampires,Oh My!

Welcome back to Oh My! Monday here at Sassy Vixen. Today I am so happy to welcome author Alexandra Anthony. She's agreed to share not one, but two excerpts from her book Fated, the first book of her Vampire Destiny series. As a special treat, her muse Stefan agreed to interview Alexandra and see if he can get the scoop on when book two will come out.  So sit back, relax and enjoy! ~the Vixen

Josephine Anderson is a 28 year old psychic empath searching for her past. Stefan Lifsten is a millennia old vampire searching for his destiny after a vision he had 200 years ago. Their fates have finally collided, but will their love and desire be enough to keep them together as vampire protocol and her mysterious past start to unravel?

Ah, the devilish Stefan! He keeps his lips to Alexandra's ear, giving her guidance here and there as to how to tell his story and he still finds time to help us out today by interviewing her. Alexandra, how did that go for you?

My demanding muse is whispering in my ear, eager for me to start writing Book 2 in the Vampire Destiny Series.  Since he's so impatient, I decided to sit down and have a heart-to-heart discussion with Stefan and find out what he'd like to see happen in the next installment.

Alexandra Anthony: I'm going to start things out by telling you that many of my readers want their own Stefan, fangs and all.  How do you feel about so many women lusting after you?

Stefan: I would say that I am flattered by all of the attention.  But Alexandra, should we not be discussing your next book?

AA:  Are you always this impatient, Stefan? 

Stefan: (sits back and stretches his legs out in front of him) Are you always so tightly wound, Alexandra?  It is not good for someone to be so testy.

AA: Maybe if I didn't have a certain tall, blond and sexy vampire whispering in my ear I wouldn't be so testy.  Since you're my muse, why don't you tell me what we're going to see in Book 2?

Stefan: Ah, I thought you would never ask.  We are going to learn about Josephine's vampire father and her life-altering changes, a little about my past and trouble within the Council.  There is a possibility that we might see a character being faced with a life-or-death situation.  I am put in the uncomfortable situation to decide if I am to save them or not. (Stefan lets out a heavy sigh) A vampire's work is never done.

AA: It sounds like you and Josie have a lot on your plate in Book 2.  I'm going to have to work the smut in around all of the action in the next part of the series.

Stefan: (raises his eyebrow in amusement) You and I both know it is never work to write scenes for Josephine and myself, Alexandra.  And I should be rewarded for all of my good deeds. 

AA: Yeah, yeah.  I think if you get rewarded, we're all going to reap the benefits.  Is there anything else you'd like to share with us, Stefan?

Stefan: (grins crookedly) Is this a trick question, Alexandra? I have many things I would love to share.  However, I am off the market.  I do have a final question for you.  When is Book 2 going to be available?

AA: You just can't stop, can you? Hopefully it will be available for download on Smashwords and Amazon in September 2012.  

Thank you, Stefan for helping to get a bit more information from Alexandra about book 2, but I know I speak for everyone when I say let's see more from book 1! As promised, here are two excerpts from Fated.

PG Excerpt

Walking into the house, I quietly closed the door behind me.  I wasn't looking forward to this discussion with Stefan and my stomach churned in disapproval.  I felt him move to stand behind me and I kept my back to him, my body rigid.
“I am sorry,” Stefan admitted, his voice soft. “I am an idiot.”
“Yes, you are an idiot.”  I spun on my heel and brushed past him, walking to the kitchen and began unpacking my bags.  I chose to ignore his brooding, intense stare as his eyes followed my movements.  I hummed as I put away produce, opening and closing cabinet doors as I finished putting groceries away.  His large frame was leaning in the doorway, watching me intently.
“I've been alone for a long time, Stefan.  The last thing I need is someone to tell me what to do and babysit me.  Did you ever think that I don't bother to leave notes because no one has been around to read them for a long time?”
“I apologized, Josephine.  Now you are supposed to accept my apology and we move on.”
I couldn't hold back my barking laugh.  “Really, Stefan?  Is that how this is supposed to work?” I made a back and forth gesture with my hand between us. ”You get to act like a jackass and I'm supposed to accept it and we just move on?”  I walked up to him, craning my neck to look into his eyes. “I'm not sure which cheesy romance novel you are getting your information from but that's not always how it works.  I get to be pissed off.”  I pointed to my chest.  I pushed him out of my way, stomping past him into the living room.  I sat down on the couch and tucked my legs underneath me.  My fingertips tapped out an angry rhythm on my leg.
Stefan was silent as he walked to the sliding glass door that led to the back patio.  His eyes were focused on the landscape outside, his posture rigid.  I watched him for a moment as his jaw clenched in frustration.  I let out a small sigh and felt my own anger wane.  I was beginning to realize it was going to be impossible to stay angry at him.
"You are human, Josephine.  You are fragile and breakable and at any moment I could lose you.  I am sorry that I overreacted, but I cannot lose you.  Not now.  Not ever."
Rising from the couch, I crossed the living room to stand behind him, wrapping my arms around his narrow waist.  He stiffened slightly as I pressed up against him.
“I'm fine and I have the right to be pissed off, Stefan.  Sometimes I think we're miles apart in the way we think.”
He relaxed slightly, his chest rumbling with his responding chuckle.  “Ah, Josephine.  That we can agree upon.”  He took one of my hands and led me back to the couch, sitting down and pulling me onto his lap.  I rested my head on his solid chest, waiting for him to continue.
His voice was steady and deliberate when he spoke. “I am ready to move on with my life now that I have found you, Josephine.  I have searched, waited and loved you for two centuries.  I have been patient,” Stefan paused, drawing in an unnecessary breath.  “I have found you and I do not want to play games.  Be with me, love me and let us progress.  Is that too much to ask of you?”
Was it too much to ask?  I'd been alone a long time, even prior to my adoptive parents’ death four years ago.  I'd never been normal, so why would my first and possibly last relationship be normal?  I was still attempting to baby-step my way into this situation instead of blindly jumping into the deep end like he was expecting me to do with no reservations.
“Stefan, let me tell you what my life was like prior to meeting you and letting you turn it upside down.”  He rhythmically began stroking my hair and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands in my hair. “I was alone, with the exception of Georgia and Anna.  My adoptive parents died four years ago in a car accident.  I can't locate my birth parents no matter how much money I spend or how hard I search.  I move from place to place and I never settle down.  I'm used to being alone and then you sweep in and I'm supposed to just go with the flow?  That's sort of is the opposite of how I operate.”
Stefan pressed his lips against the top of my head.  “Yet I am over 900 years old and can change.  Explain what you want from me, Josephine.”
Laughing deeply, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “There are many things I want from you.   But I need time.  Time to adjust to us.  I need to adjust being in a relationship.”
He nodded. “Then I will give you time.  You have to promise to meet me halfway, Josephine.”
I swallowed the lump that had risen in my throat.  My mouth was dry when I finally spoke.  “I promise.”
“Now is the part of the cheesy romance novel where we kiss and make up, yes?” Stefan asked, his eyebrows waggling and blue eyes twinkling with humor.
“Kiss me, you big idiot.”
I didn't have to ask him twice.

Adult Excerpt

Closing my eyes, I pressed my face against the pillow and my mind relaxed as I started to drift off to sleep again.  I was jolted awake when I felt the bed move and Stefan's cool, naked body press against my back.  His fingers skimmed across my skin to palm my full breasts in his large hands as he nuzzled my neck with his nose.
“I could sense you were awake.  Your thoughts were titillating and I could smell your arousal.” His mental voice whispered into my mind, soft and alluring.
Instinctively I pressed back against him, letting my head fall back to rest against his shoulder, my ass pressing into hardness of his cock.  One of his hands grasped my leg, pulling it back slightly to drape over his hip.  His fingers ran up the outside of my thigh, brushing across my hip bones to descend to explore the wetness of my slick, hot folds.  His mouth moved to place wet kisses on my neck, leaving a burning trail from the feel of his mouth on my skin.  I boldly arched against him again, a small moan escaping from my lips.
“Vackra, I cannot resist you. The feel of your skin....”
Without waiting for a response, he sheathed himself inside of me and a growl of pleasure escaped from his throat.  He withdrew almost completely and then thrust his hips to bury himself back inside of my moist, tight pussy.  He began to move again in slower, fuller strokes as he rocked his hips against me languidly.
“You are so hot and tight, Josephine.  Jag älskar knulla dig.  Din fitta är såvåt.”
I cried out as I pressed against him.  Our rhythm was slow, his body taking the time to explore mine as one hand continued to palm my breasts with relish, the other rubbing small circles over my swollen clit.  He was slow and methodical as we moved together, neither of us wanting the intimacy of the moment to end.
“Stefan...” I moaned softly, my body writhing against the firm and erotic feel of his hands on my skin.  I couldn't hold back as I began to clench around him, causing his speed to increase, his thrusts long and deep.  The slickness of my flushed skin slid against the silky hardness of his body, the coolness of his flesh against my own was intoxicating.
“Ah, vackra.  The way you feel makes me want to eat you alive.”
His sexy mental words sent waves of electricity throughout my body, causing all lucid thoughts to leave my mind.  My hands moved backwards to roughly grab his thick, blonde hair.  His lips drifted down my arm and his fangs scraped against my sensitive skin.
Don't stop, Stefan...” I released another wanton moan, my hips grinding against him with more force.  My heart was thudding in my chest and my breath was coming in gasps.
I will never stop fucking you.” Stefan's hips bucked to accent each word he thought to me.
His fingers moved faster over my clit.  His hips began to frantically drive faster inside of my pussy and our voices blended together in a symphony of sensual moans.  We continued to move in perfect harmony together, I answered each of his thrusts with a slight roll of my hips, pressing harder against the rigidness of his cock inside of me.
Waves of ecstasy started to course through my body, my inner walls constricting, rhythmically clamping around him as my powerful orgasm overtook me.  I turned my neck to the side, exposing my throat to him.
“I want to feel you bite me when I come, Stefan.”
His tongue ran over my neck and then I felt the sting of his fangs sinking into my skin.  A broken cry fell from my lips as I clenched around him, shuddering in bliss.  Stefan's hips moved erratically against me as he emptied inside of me, his mouth sucking gently against my neck.  I felt his fangs retract only to be replaced by his tongue, lazily licking over the slowly disappearing puncture marks.
Slowly rolling to face him, our lips met in a tender kiss.  Our tongues tangled together softly, reflecting the closeness of the moment we had shared.  My hands ran along the length of his lean, muscled back to palm his toned ass, my leg moving to rest over his hip.  His large hands spread across the small of my back, pressing me tightly against his chest.

Alexandra Anthony loves all things vampire and enjoys writing romantic/erotic stories combining vampires and the paranormal, loves the idea of good happily ever after story and the possibility that there could be a supernatural Prince Charming lurking out there.
Alexandra lives in the Midwest with her husband and daughter. She is currently writing the The Vampire Destiny series in which Josephine, a psychic empath, meets the undead man of her dreams. Will their fated love be enough to keep them together as her mysterious past starts to unravel?

                           Amazon Author Page

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Spotlight is on Morgan Fox!

Welcome back to the Sassy Vixen Saturday Spotlight! Today it's my pleasure to welcome another fellow Siren author Morgan Fox. Today she shares a bit about herself as a writer and reader as well as her latest book due to be released on June 12th. It's available for pre-order now, so make sure you check out her links at the end of the post. So without further adieu, let's sit down with Morgan and pick her brain a bit. ~The Vixen

Morgan, who and what inspires you the most as a person?

I’m inspired by so many people in my life: My husband, daughter, grandmother, and so many others.  The passion I see in them powers something so deep inside of me.  I pull inspiration from so many things in my life, but mainly from other creative venues – Books, music, and movies are the most powerful.  Reading series like Immortals after Dark, Masters of Time, Doomsday Brethren, and Lords of the Underworld are just four of the series I find inspiration.  The creative genius used by these authors is simply amazing and awe inspiring.  

Besides writing, a good deal of my time is devoted to reading. What about you? What genre of fiction is your favorite to lose yourself in? 

I love to read paranormal and historical romances.  (Paranormal is the clear favorite!)  When I’m feeling sick or down in the dumps, I want to read anything I can from my favorite authors.  I always feel inspired by their work and it shakes the funk off in no time. 

Who are some of your favorite authors?

Some of my favorite authors are Sherrilyn Kenyon/Kinley MacGregor, Shayla Black, Gena Shoewalter, Kresley Cole, Brenda Joyce and Sophie Jordan.  These authors have an amazing way of creating stories that stick with me.  I find myself wanting to read them over and over again.  AND that’s pretty powerful stuff. 

Oh I agree! Nothing better than to go back to the old faves and get lost in those worlds again and again.  What about Morgan Fox the writer? What inspires you to pick up your pen (or turn on your laptop) every day? What keeps you motivated to continue to write? 

My imagination is the core contributor to my passion for writing and I get a lot of inspiration from the magical worlds I mentally create.  I feel so much pleasure when I drift away into a place I’ve created.  It’s amazing and for as long as I can remember I’ve dreamed up story’s and shared those with family and friends.  

Are you a plotter or a panster? Or a bit of both? 

I don’t have a favorite why to write.  I’ve written books as both a plotter and panster, but sometimes plotting does make things a little easier for me since I’ve created that nice little road map for myself

Do you listen to music while writing? What kinds of music work best for you? Do different types of music help you for different types of scenes? 

I do enjoy listening to music while I write.  I tend to pick song that fit the mood of the scene.  If I’m working on a fight scene – Rock and Roll (anything with a rockin beat!)  If it’s an erotic, passion filled scene – I select songs that rev my engine.  For example: Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon…something about a man singing, “Your sex is on fire” is pretty hot.  

*fans self* Yes, I would have to agree with you on that one. My engine goes into overdrive when I hear that song, every single time! ahem...Let's talk about your new release.  In one or two sentences, give the core premise behind your story.

Pre-Order Available

Breathless Temptation, book 2 in the Texas Stallion series is a story about a girl escaping an unpleasant situation, overcoming hurdles (like hiding from a deranged stalker), fighting physical passion, and discovering that loving one man is not nearly as much fun as loving two.  

Oh! Menage? Tell me more. When and where does your book take place?

The Texas Stallion series takes place in present day Temptation, Texas. (Temptation is small ranch town created just for this series.)

Will these characters show up in other books in this series? 

My characters do have appearances throughout the Texas Stallion series.  I enjoy bringing back characters that I’ve introduced in previous books.  I love wrapping myself in a story where the characters feel more like old friends.

How many books to you anticipate will be in this series?

Currently I’ve got plans for four books in the Texas Stallion series.  We will just have to see where the story takes me after that.

What are you working on now?

My next releases will be Stone Temptation and Eternal Passion. I’m writing these books simultaneously.  (What can I say? I couldn’t help myself.)  Stone Temptation is the third book in the Texas Stallions series and is a Cowboy/Western Ménage (MFM).  Eternal Passion is the first book in the Born of Blood series an erotica paranormal vampire romance that I simply cannot wait to share.  

I’ve got a few projects that I’m working on currently:
  • Stone Temptation, book 3 in the Texas Stallion series
  • Eternal Passion, book 1 in the Born of Blood series (eBook series)
  • Capturing Shadow, book 2 in the Cowboys and Werewolves series
  • Bewitched by the Moon, book 5 in the Moonlight Shifters series
Wow, Morgan! You do have a lot going on right now. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to share a bit of yourself and your writing with us today. Now I know many folks are wondering just how hot can we expect Breathless Temptation to be. So why don't we share a bit of it with everyone today. 


As he held her close, the crisp scent of soap filled her nostrils. Slowly, her sanity was restored as she felt the warmth of his smooth, damp flesh beneath her hands and fingers. Gently, she eased back to look at him.

He sat beside her, hair still wet from the shower he must have been taking. Her eyes swelled at the sight of him. Having his tantalizing body this close and this unclothed on her bed caused her blood to pump wildly through her veins. She licked her lips and glanced down at the towel draped around his hips. A long slit slid high up his strong, muscular thigh. The seductive effect he had on her was spellbinding and a little frightening.

He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I would’ve grabbed a robe, but I don’t own one.”

She shook her head and tried to smile. “It’s okay, Clay. I’m glad you’re here. I was a little freaked out by my dream, but I’m not anymore.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She pursed her lips together. No, she didn’t want to talk about it. Warren was the devil in her nightmares, and he was never far away, no matter how far she ran. He was the one thing that made her deathly afraid.

“Not really. I’m just glad I’m not alone tonight.” She reached down and squeezed his hand.

Slowly, he reached forward and turned on the light. The glow that illuminated his body made him so much more enticing than he had seemed in just the light that filtered into her room from the hallway. She couldn’t help but feel a little naughty as she envisioned herself licking the droplets of water from his body. Was it wrong to want him to kiss her?

“Look, I’m sorry I acted like an asshole with Hunter today. I never meant for that to happen. It’s just that I may have gotten a little—”

“Jealous,” she blurted out with an arched brow and teasing grin. The idea that the big, strong sheriff had gotten jealous created a wild flutter of excitement that sank deep into the pit of her stomach. She liked the idea that he had those kinds of emotions where she was concerned.

He sighed with a smile, sweeping back a strand of her hair that had fallen forward, tucking it behind her ear. “I guess you could say that.”

For what felt like an eternity, they just stared at each other. Deep-flowing warmth charged up her body and settled around her chest, neck, and face. Hands clammy with nerves, she couldn’t believe how much she wanted Clay, needing him to kiss her and allow her to make love to him. The feelings were almost desperate in nature. It was the strangest, most powerful yearning she’d ever experienced.

“I should probably go,” Clay stammered.

“No, wait,” she said, grabbing hold of his hand as he stood, keeping him from leaving her side. She hadn’t meant to sound so frantic, but she couldn’t help it. For so many reasons, she didn’t want him to leave. She desired him, wanted him to stay with her. Tonight. “I don’t want you to go.”

He studied her, his hand slowly wrapping around hers. “Delilah, I’ll only be across the hall. I’ll keep your door cracked open if it would make you feel more comfortable.”

She shook her head. “That’s not what I mean.”

Again he looked at her, his eyes deepening with understanding. The war raging behind his heated gaze told her that he wasn’t sure if what she desired he could provide. She knew he feared hurting her. She didn’t expect a relationship and understood that was a commitment he could probably never give her, but she didn’t care. She wanted him for at least one night and needed him more than he ever could imagine.

She gently tugged at his hand, coaxing him to sit back down in front of her. She’d show him what she wanted and pray he didn’t reject her.

He sat, his body slightly rigid. Her stomach swirled with apprehension but more so with passions she wanted to share with her sheriff.

My sheriff.

With the gentle caress of her hand, she stroked the side of his face, still smooth from his morning shave. As she touched him, he never looked away. Then, she wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, closed the distance, and lightly pressed her lips against his.

He pulled away and stood, looking like a nervous and scared child. His chest rose and fell quickly. Swallowing hard, he whispered her name.

“Please, Clay. Don’t…” She felt an overwhelming tightness fill her chest. She didn’t know what else to say.

He glanced down to the floor, and she could see a million and one thoughts racing in his mind as she stared up at him. When he glanced back to meet her gaze, she swallowed the dryness in her throat.

“Are you sure?”

Leaning back onto the bed, she parted her legs so her inner thighs caressed his outer. She tugged at the towel around his hips, loosening the material until it dropped to the floor. For a moment, she admired him, taking in what she could of his gorgeous body and hardening cock.

Smiling devilishly, she breathlessly demanded, “Shut up, Sheriff, and get down here and kiss me.”

Instead of doing as she requested, with a growl he swooped her into his arms and hauled her up against his chest. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. “I’m not about to make love to you on my guest bed.” Holding her tightly against him, he claimed her lips, kicked open the door, and stalked like a man on a mission to his bedroom, all the while kissing her as if his life depended on it.


He dropped to his knees on the blanket and gently pulled her over to stand in front of him. Pushing his cowboy hat up, he nuzzled against her and kissed her belly through her clothes. Slowly, he popped open a button to reveal smooth, creamy-white skin. His lips were quick to press against her warm flesh. Flicking his tongue over her skin, he tasted just how sweet she was. Her hands sprung up, and her fingers dove into his hair, knocking his hat into the hay-covered floor. She gripped him tight as she, too, dropped to her knees. As she captured his mouth, he couldn’t believe she was instigating the kiss. She was aggressive, playful, and full of passions he’d only dreamed she’d share with him. 

Closing his eyes, he let her mouth take his, welcoming her tongue as it dove deep and tangled with his. Before he could stop himself, he reached his arms around her, his palms covering the round globes of her ass, and tugged her forward until she straddled him, but he was careful not to injure her leg further. Then he leaned her back onto the blanket, but as he did, she tore at his shirt, pulling the fabric until the buttons practically ripped off the material.

Shrugging out of his shirt, he placed himself between her spread legs and lowered himself against her, tasting her mouth again. Her fingernails trailed up the naked flesh of his back, and he groaned at the arousing sting of pleasure. He’d never liked the rough stuff but found Delilah’s enthusiasm infectious. If she’d told him she liked to be spanked or wanted to spank him, he’d seriously consider it. Honestly, he’d never been so turned on in his life. There was something about her that made him want her more than anything he’d ever desired in his life. She was a temptation that left him breathless and begging for more.

With great care, Hunter undid a few more buttons, revealing her supple breasts. The soft mounds felt divine as he pressed his face against them, kissing and licking the delicate skin. She inhaled deeply, forcing her chest to expand in his direction. With the arousing invitation, he nibbled on her erect nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Slipping her shirt off her shoulders, he dipped his fingers inside the straps of her bra and slowly slid the material down her arms until her perfect breasts were exposed.

Instantly, his mouth clamped down on the rosy peak. Groaning, he sucked a little harder until he heard her gasp. Her nails dug deeper into his back. Releasing her nipple, he quickly moved to the other to give it equal attention. He enjoyed the way her hands cradled him, caressing his flesh and massaging his scalp as he made love to her breasts.

Hunter sat up, resting his ass on the heels of his boots. His eyes drank in the flushed color of Delilah’s cheeks and chest. The subtle rise and fall of her breasts had him licking his lips with anticipation of what was to come next. Locking eyes with her, he began to unbuckle his pants, but she quickly sat up, her fingers diving to push his out of the way.

She studied him, her fingers running up and down the muscles of his chest and stomach, dipping down into the open zipper of his pants. She gripped his cock in her hand, slowly stroking the shaft. He never stopped watching her face, wondering what she was thinking about as she possessed him with such interest. He sucked in a chestful of air, loving the feeling of her touch as every nerve ending exploded in his body.

She pushed his jeans past his ass and his hard cock sprung out. Immediately, he pulled her up by her shoulders and helped her out of her own clothing, sliding the material down her legs with such care. Naked and gorgeous, she was the embodiment of everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. She was perfect on the inside and out.

His cock jumped as he gazed upon her rosy flesh. Pulling her close, he kissed her stomach, trailing kisses to the patch of blonde hair between her legs. Gently, he led her back to the blanket, making sure she was comfortable. Then he set to tasting her body more fully.

Spreading her thighs, he kissed the tender, warm flesh from her knees straight up to her pussy. With his thumb and index finger, he parted the folds of her sex and teased, licked, and sucked her clit. The sweet, fluttering moans of her pleasure had him eager to hear more of her cries. He tenderly inserted a finger into her tight pussy, pulsing in and out slowly, and then as he sucked her a little harder he added another finger. Her thighs parted wide the moment he did, beckoning him to continue loving her cunt.

“Oh, God, Hunter,” she cried as her hands and fingers gripped his hair, capturing him as if she couldn’t risk that he would stop touching her.

Halting his actions was the last thing on his mind. What was on his mind was making her come harder than she ever had, allowing him to taste the pleasure he wrung from her body. Then he would make her come again as he thrust his cock deep inside her tight body, driving her beyond reason.

He felt her body begin to tremble as he held her. His mouth was fastened to her pussy as she cried out. Bucking her hips up, she began to come. The taste of her essence filled his mouth like a fine wine he’d been deprived of for far too long.

Once she had gone limp, he slowly crawled up the long, lean length of her body, kissing her belly and between her breasts. Then he nuzzled the crook of her neck and her arms once again surrounded him.

With one arm supporting his weight, he reached down with the other and guided his cock into the entrance of her pussy, pushing inside her until he was seated to the hilt.

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Thursday, June 7, 2012

Thursday Thirteen from Balls to the Wall author May Water

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Welcome back to Thursday Thirteen. I'm happy to welcome back to Sassy Vixen fellow siren May Water. Her new release Balls to the Wall Detectives, Inc, promises to be one HOT read if the first thirteen sentences are even a hint at what May has in store for us. Leave a comment and let her know what you think. Better yet, head on over to the Siren website (link below) and get your very own copy today! ~the Vixen

 “Oh yeah, babe,” Chris panted as Marly gazed up at him with his dick in her mouth. She bobbed up and down zealously, giving his cock a blow job to remember. She wanted that to be one of his last pleasant memories of her. Once he was good and hard she rose slowly, scraping her fingernails up his thighs, over his flat stomach and to his neck. Then she grasped his neck and pushed him firmly against the wall. She watched his face turn red as he choked and struggled against the restraints. All the while she remained silent. Then she let go unceremoniously, leaving him gasping for breath. “Mar, what the fuck!” he choked out. Again she ran her fingernails down his stomach, making sure she raked his left nipple extra hard. It was still red from the recent nipple piercing. He started to yell, but she simply smacked his face.


Is cyber sex cheating real? Marly thinks it’s nothing a little BDSM can’t cure. Those naughty boys will wish they never touched a mouse. Marly can whip couples back between each other’s arms and legs. Or simply nail his cheating balls to the wall. Either way: bad boys beware.Her detective agency hunts down cheating partners, delivering not only evidence, but a remedy for what ails these couples: hot, sexual abandon. Her role as sex vigilante causes a brush with the law though. She’s crafty but can she get her ass out of that sling?Despite her tough shell Marly unexpectedly finds love amidst the whips and chains. She really wants love, yet our heroine has loads of heartache to heal. Which one will help lick her wounds? Sweet younger Katie softens her spirit. Quirky lovable Jock literally knocks her off her feet. Can either one tame our excitable girl?

Where to find May Water

If you missed it, you can still find May on our sister blog Behind Closed Doors for Oh My! Monday. On June 4th she shared a few thoughts about dealing with infidelity in your relationship.