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April 17th, 2006, 11:37 PM
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Sapphire Phelan
April 26th, 2006, 04:35 PM
Wedded Magic by Sapphire Phelan (http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com ), coming April 30th by LoveYouDivine.Com ( http://www.loveyoudivine.com ), in their Tales of the Salve Girls short stories section.

Blurb:
Alsnete Tintagil had been married by proxy to a wizard lord, to safeguard magical protection for her father. Lord Alric Tentagil is living under a curse and the wedding night with his new bride is suppose to break the curse, but it doesn't.
Instead though, both will find the erotic magic of a deeply abiding love.

Excerpt (WARNING:Sexual Content):
His tongue breached her lips and slipped inside her mouth to caress and dance with hers. He forced her back down to the sheets and continued kissing her, as his hands trailed over her body, finding all the places with his touch that made her grow hotter with desire.

Her only regret was not seeing her husband’s face, but only the darkened shadow that lay on her. Soon it didn’t matter, as his hips parted her legs and she felt something hard probe her inner passage. One hard thrust and it penetrated her, breaking her maidenhood with a searing pain. He paused, as if allowing her time to adjust to the fullness and then began to thrust in and out. The pain evaporated; and instead a wondrous feeling took its place, one that became all the more intense with each thrust.

He relentlessly kept flexing his hips, thrusting what she now knew had to be his manhood in and out of her wetness. She grabbed his buttocks and arched upward, taking every turgid inch of him into her wet core.

She writhed, sobbed and rocked with agonizing rapture. The intense pleasure was almost too much to bear.

“Oh, husband,” she cried out, “what is happening to me?”

“Trust me,” he answered with a grunt. “I will not leave you wanting.”

He continued to thrust and retreat, driving her, pushing her, until the pressure built and exploded. Her muscles contracted and she spasmed, as heat filled her core. She screamed and he swallowed the sound as his lips captured hers again. He continued pumping into her, panting, then cried out as he came, emptying his seed deep inside her.

Naught but harsh breathing filled the chamber. Alsnete stirred beneath his heavy form lying on her and he rolled off of her, onto the bed.

Feeling euphoric, she reached out with a hand to touch him, and found nothing but the wrinkled sheet.

Sitting up, she called out. “My lord?”

Her voice echoed in the silence.

It was as if the lovemaking had never happened, that her husband had never come to her and claimed his rights.

As if she had imagined or dreamed it all.

Alsnete slipped out of bed and finding a candle on a table nearby lit it. Holding it, she moved around the chamber. No one, but herself seemed to be in the room. She would have thought that maybe she had indeed dreamed everything, except for the spots of blood on the white linen of the sheets.

There had been a man in here with her, one who had breached her virginity.

She placed the candle back on the table and sat down in a chair. Wincing from the soreness between her legs--further proof of the consummation--she deduced that being a wizard, her husband had used magic to pop in and to leave her again.

Why, though,” she thought. I am his wife, he has all the right in the world to sleep with me in that bed.

Knowing that she could do nothing until morning, she climbed back into bed and lay on the section not sprinkled with her virginal blood. She fell fast asleep.

###

He returned and watched her sleep. He had hoped that their lovemaking would finally break this terrible curse, but it didn’t. He was still . . . nothing.

He laughed, the sound bitter.

He magicked himself out of the bedchamber and to a clearing in the woods where a tower rose toward the moon above. There, he bayed, his pain and agony rising in the night air.

Linda L Lattimer
June 15th, 2006, 08:28 AM
Hi Sapphire,
this one I have yet to read, so I will have to add to my list.
8)

Sapphire Phelan
June 28th, 2006, 10:26 AM
I hope you will enjoy it. It got a great review by Coffee Time Romance.
Sapphire Phelan
http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com
http://PamelaKKinney.blogspot.com
www.myspace.com/pamelakkinney

Sapphire Phelan
June 28th, 2006, 10:34 AM
Having a new erotic fantasy short story to come out in the Forbidden Love: Bad Boys journal December 21, 2006. It's called "Soul Seduction", and I can honestly say this fairy is definitely a rreal 'bad boy'. The publisher is Under the Moon
( http://www.underthemoon.org), an imprint of Final Sword Productions.


Unrepentent, cursed by the Fairy Queen of the Seelie Court to be imprisioned alone, forever in a human city park for trifling with her daughter, Branigan Darkman finds a chance for companionship in one human, Alicia Turner.

Alicia has always felt compelled to come to the city park her father has taken her once to play in. At first she doesn't know why, then she meets Bran and by her blood taken by him her soul becomes his.


Excerpt:
Ten years flew by; a drop in the bucket of a fey’s life. Endless throngs of people came to and left the park. Each day at noon and each night at midnight, I sent out my call to Alicia, trying to draw her back. But it seemed her soul was stronger than my magic.
Finally though, I had won. Our connection had proved stronger than her soul and force of will.
Alicia stood next to the fairy ring at midnight, her head sunk down between her shoulders in broken submission.
“I’m here, Bran.” A wealth of pain colored her voice.
I magicked myself from my place and appeared next to her. “Alicia.”
The light of the full moon lit up the area. I saw she had grown older, a few lines painting her face. Tiredness filled her eyes, fading them from the sparkle that I remembered.
I sniffed the air about her. “You’re still pure, I see. Good.”
“I tried to give myself to several guys that I dated, but something wouldn’t let me.” She reached up with her hand and touched the side of my face. “It was you I kept seeing and I just couldn’t do it. You cursed me as much as that fairy queen cursed you to this park.”
I lifted her up into my arms and stepped into the circle. We vanished from human sight and entered my home. My prison.
Once inside, I loosened my hold and her body slid slowly to the ground against mine. I molded her against me, letting her feel the hardness between my thighs. With a click of my fingers, the room lit up with a million tiny lights that glittered like stars. I moved away and stalked over to an extra-large bed that dominated the room. I sat down on the edge and with a smile, gestured to Alicia.
“Join me.”
Her hands knotted together, she swept her eyes around the room, lighting momentarily on the armoire, the table with two chairs and the Roman bath.
I laughed, sounding bitter. “As you can see, I have all the amenities of home and comfort. Queen Anu did give me that, at least.”
I stood up and went over to Alicia, trying to draw her toward the bed. “Now, I have the companionship that I’ve been denied all these years.”
She stood in my arms and I bent my head, whispering into her ear. “Let me show you why they call me the Love Talker. Let’s talk about the sensuality of the flesh, mortal and immortal.” I kissed her. “Let’s talk about the eternal dance of passion. How I will relieve you of your innocence and show you such erotic things you can’t even begin to imagine.”
I captured her mouth. Soft like velvet, I drank in her unique, sexy taste. I moaned.
It had been so long. . .










Sapphire Phelan
http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com
http://PamelaKKinney.blogspot.com
www.myspace.com/pamelakkinney

Linda L Lattimer
July 3rd, 2006, 12:27 PM
All I can say is WOW
8)

Sapphire Phelan
September 4th, 2006, 10:15 AM
I found out that Forbidden Love: Bad Boys can now be preordered at
http://www.honorharrington.net/shop/ You can also get the print of my Fey bad boy too, under Soul Seduction.

Is up and running.

To access the Under the Moon side you will need to register. Once you're approved, yes right now it's manual approval, you'll be able to see the UTM link on the upper left hand side. This is to help protect us from 'opps Johnny 8 year old clicked the adult link by mistake'

This also helps keep our partners happy so though it takes a little longer to be able to buy the products you'll still be able to see and read about them on the main www.underthemoon.org site.

Linda L Lattimer
September 5th, 2006, 12:54 AM
Sapphire,

thanks so much for letting the readers know about this...I am glad many more have started posting to the board

Linda

Sapphire Phelan
September 6th, 2006, 01:04 PM
You're welcome.
Sapphire Phelan
Here's the line up in the first issue:
Brenna Lyons, C.J England, Terri Pray, Ally Blue, Phylis Sulivan, Sapphire Phelan, Rian Monaire, Brenda Williamson and Astrid Cooper.
Eight authors and one poet stand ready to take you into the steamy, dark and seductive world of Bad Boys.

BrendaBryce
September 14th, 2006, 01:51 PM
I have one of those. I'd love to share a little bit with you.

Not many people writing hot fantasy based stories anymore, but I couldn't help myself.

WARNING!!! This excerpt is a tad bit HOT, so watch your fingers and your age. PLEASE



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Tree Sprite Brenda Bryce
Excerpt One
Available now from Samhain Publishing
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Within the tree, Oleafia opened her eyes. Something was different. Something had changed. Someone had entered her glade. Hmm, this could be interesting.
Oleafia had very few interesting things enter her glade. This, though, could be an opportunity. One she wouldn't miss.
She exited her tree on a central branch and looked around the glade. Sighing, she saw nothing had changed. All the other tree sprites were still shunning her. Nothing would ever change. On the verge of tears, she turned to reenter her tree, when she glanced down. Oh, Goddess. There was a human under her tree.
What is he doing? At least, I think it is a he. The being had curled into a ball and she couldn't see the important parts that would enable her to tell what type of human it was. Curious, she crept closer. Closer. She was directly above him.
SNORE.
"Augh!" At the startling sound Oleafia lost her hold on the branch and landed on the creature.
"Oof." The grunt erupted from the being.
As she tried to scramble off him, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her immobile. Trapped. Caught. It was definitely a he, she had seen his man-root as she dropped. However, that didn't matter anymore. He had total control of her. She couldn't…
"Well now, what do we have here?" His smoky voice caused her to shiver as the heat of his breath whispered against her neck.
"Please do not fell me, human." She snuffled and lay very still.
"Fell?"
"Yes, cut me down. End my life. Expire me. Please don't. I have done nothing to you. Oh, and I won't. I swear. I mean you no harm."
"I don't plan on killing you, girl."
"You don't?"
He sighed. "No, I don't."
She turned in his arms, facing him. "Honest?"
His eyes widened as he stared at her. "You're a sprite."
Oleafia dropped her gaze. "Yes, a tree sprite."
"I can tell. You're as beautiful as I have heard tree sprites to be." He ran his hands over her back, making each bump and ridge tingle and ripple in pleasure. "And softer than I'd expected."
"I'm not beautiful. That's why my tree is here and not with the others. I'm short and round, instead of tall and svelte. I am exiled." With her long fingernail, she harried one of the two matching bumps on his chest. Interesting. It hardened under her ministrations. Surprisingly, her own chest started to tingle.
He interrupted her chest fascination with a question. "What's your name?" He spoke in a gruff whisper.
"Oleafia. What's yours?" She noticed his leaf-green eyes. Oh, they are very pretty.
"My name is Daniel." He didn't take his eyes off her. "If you keep doing that I'm going to make love to you, little tree sprite."
Her entire body jerked in shock. "Make love? To me?"
"Absolutely to you. Didn't you hear me when I said you're beautiful?"
Looking at him through narrowed eyes, she placed her hands on his chest and pushed herself upright, legs spread, straddling his body. "I'm not beautiful. Ask anyone."
He groaned low in his chest, which she felt vibrate against her nest. The sensation caused her to squirm until she felt something poking her backside.
"You are very close, Oleafia, to becoming my lover."
Her eyes widened, her curiosity aroused. "Really? You wish me to be your lover?"
"My hard-on doesn't lie, and it wants you sincerely."
"Hard-on? Show me." She inspected him all over, wiggling and turning to see everything she could, but saw nothing resembling a hard-on. She did see dark hair so black it was nearly blue, the strong, granite-like features of his face, the hard muscles of his body. He was much more muscular than any male tree sprite she had seen, but not as muscular as the troll she'd glimpsed once or twice, who lived on the other side of the forest. She thought this male was just right. And his skin was smooth. Smooth as a new leaf. Over and over she ran her hands across his chest, enjoying the feeling. But nowhere did she see a hard-on. "Show me, please."



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Jeanne Barrack
November 5th, 2006, 01:43 PM
Hi gang! My first three books were a fantasy trilogy for Loose Id.
"Silver Fire", is the first book in an erotic paranormal trilogy set in an alternate universe where magic rules and sex creates that magic.
BLURB:
Career-minded New Yorker, Mirelle Hartman, has split with her two-timing boyfriend. Instead of the brave knight, he turns out to be the croaking frog. The only place her fairy tale hero seems to be is in her dreams.
Enter “Prince Charming” - Jareth set Morath, royal mage from the magical world of Hearthome. Jareth is handsome, virile, commanding ...and dying. Transporting Mirelle through her dreams to Hearthome, he tells her she is a Princess, kidnapped at birth by an unknown evil. On Hearthome, “lanbeth” – a powerful rainbow dust that enhances and increases magic – is created when a princess and a royal mage mate. Since, there are few princesses left, lanbeth is a rare commodity, and as such Mirelle is highly valued. Especially by Jareth, for she is his soulmate. It was predicted at Mirelle’s birth, that she and Jareth would bring forth more lanbeth than any other couple in history. Why, then, would someone want to prevent their mating? Without a continuing source of lanbeth, magic will disappear and Hearthome will be destroyed. Although unsure of the total veracity of his tale, Mirelle agrees to help Jareth find out who has planned the destruction of their world and prevent this evil plot from coming to fruition.

EXCERPT: Jareth has brought Mirelle over to Hearthome, but since she thinks she's dreaming, she can make love without any inhibitions
************
She touched his body with an unfamiliar boldness. As their lips met, the sizzling energy that accompanied their first contact increased, and Mirelle glowed from within. Thrusting off his shirt in a near frenzy, she brushed her aching breasts against his chest and shifted restlessly, trying to straddle his lap.

“Easy. Slowly, slowly. We've all the time in the world now.” He pulled away a bit and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Mirelle shook her head.

“This is a dream. Who knows how much time we have.”

“'Tis no dream, my sweet.”

“That's exactly what you're supposed to say ... What is your name, anyway, and who are you?”

“Jareth set Morath -- Jareth, son of Morath, and your destined soulmate.” He gathered her into his embrace once more.

Now Mirelle drew back in his arms.

“My soulmate? Wow, I really got a winner with this dream.”

Jareth grunted with frustration. How to convince her?

“There is, perhaps, one way to prove to you that 'tis no dream. Come. Let me make love to you.”

Gently, he drew her to her feet and led her to the bed. As she stood up, the nightgown pooled onto the floor. Though naked, she felt neither fear nor shame before him. Only eagerness.

I never expected my first time to be with a dream lover, but why not? All the pleasure and none of the pain.

He pulled the coverlet down and she stretched out, waiting for him. His gaze locked with hers, he tore off his pants and boots. Mirelle gazed avidly at his erection and smiled with complacency. It looked like the “Snow Queen” had already aroused him.

He spoke then, as if he could read her thoughts.

“The Snow Queen? If she ever existed, she's melted away.”

Settling down beside her, he caressed her lips with his fingertips.

“I know this is your first time. If it weren't, we would never have reached this point. I'll try to be gentle, but please forgive me if I can't control myself. I've waited for you such a long time, I may not be able to hold back.” His fingers threaded through her loose curls, wrapping them around his hand like gossamer chains.

“Don't hold back, because I won't.”

He swiftly rolled her under him, her legs falling open at his urging. His manhood nudged against her thigh. Raising himself up on his elbows, he looked down on her.

“I will go as slow as I can. You deserve my greatest care, Mirelle.”

Brazenly, she clutched his taut buttocks, pulling him more tightly to her.

“No, Jareth, don't go slow. Go fast. Now.”

He took her words as a signal. His lips covered every inch of her silken flesh. He turned her onto her stomach and let his tongue travel down the slopes and valleys of her uncharted form, then moved her over on her back once more. As his questing fingers reached her inner core, she almost flew off the bed.

Their love-play continued and the electricity they generated took on a life of its own. Whenever their lips joined, sparks formed -- red, blue, green -- a rainbow. The room became brighter and brighter with the magical display of their ecstasy.

Bracing himself, he plunged through her thin shield. He held himself still, kissing away the tears that fell from her eyes.

“Should I go on, dear one?”

She didn't speak, just nodded her head. Amazing. The pain had already faded away.

Of course, because this isn't real.

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Sapphire Phelan
November 29th, 2006, 12:53 PM
Forbidden Love: Bad Boys, Issue #1, that my erotic urban fantasy romance, "Soul Seduction," is in is on sale at http://www.honorharrington.net/shop. If you preorder it through the site, with the following coupon code SapphireP, it will register the sale as one from my websites. It comes out in December, and letting you know those that preorder get it sent to you earlier than the come out date. there's also for the first 1,000 issues, a free collectible tarot card.

ashwell
January 22nd, 2007, 02:46 PM
Exotica! Well this term itself makes us so happy from inside. Be it in the form of stories or a location or a place of interest whenever you attach the tag exotic with it the whole thing gets a new meaning. As far as books are concerned I am a bookworm and can do anything to grab a book on exotica. Nice to find myself a place like this where I can get relevant info. on many things.

Sapphire Phelan
May 27th, 2007, 11:29 AM
It's coming July 4, 2007 from Twilight Fantasies Publications (http://twilightfantasiespublications) will be my erotic historical fantasy short story, The Curse , first e-book in The Cursed Dragons series.


Cursed to become a dragon at night, Sir Blane needs a virgin to break the curse. Rose has been chosen by her village as the virginal sacrifice to hopefully stop the dragon from raiding their livestock. Instead of the fearsome monster, she finds a man that she becomes attracted to.

Will Rose be the one to finally break Blane's curse?


Excerpt:

“Oh, my fine stud, once again, this will not break the curse. Though watching the two of you fucking is making my own pussy wet.”


Rose felt Blane pull away and opened her eyes. He reared up onto his knees. Embarrassed, she sat up and grabbed a fur pelt, covering herself. Blane didn’t bother. His cock had softened and it hung limply between his legs. Rose widened her eyes as she recognized the old woman who had made the prediction for her last week. It appeared Blane knew her too. Suddenly she realized why.


“Is this the one who cursed you, my lord?”


The hag cackled. She circled them.


“Thought you would end your curse by plowing another virgin, eh? Well, that’s not how it works. She has to let you ride her when you’re in your dragon state, not as the handsome lord. If she gives herself with love to the dragon and not the man, only then can your curse be broken.”


With a final, loud cackle the old woman vanished. Blane got to his feet.


“You can go, Rose.”


“But--”


“Look, you heard the old hag, and it’s almost nighttime. You really don’t want to see me as the dragon, so leave. It’s too dangerous, for I might eat you.”


He turned his back on her. Rose stood up, confused and uncertain. She reached her hand out and touched his back. Tension knotted the muscles there. Compassion filled her heart along with the sudden realization that she could fall in love with him. It didn’t matter to her that free of his curse he would return to his world of castles and fine ladies. For one shining moment he would be hers. Even if at that moment he was a dragon. She rubbed his back, trying to ease the tension.


“Let me break your curse. I want the dragon to make me a woman.”


Her hands crept around him and slid sensuously down to his stomach. She let her finger teased his bellybutton, then travel further down to his penis. She fondled him, teasing and playing with it. It thickened, growing bigger in her hand and she thumbed the head, while stroking the shaft. Rose teased, smiling against his back as she jerked him off.


“Such a worthy sword for a knight.”


“Stop it!” He pulled away from her and whirled around, his cock dropping out of her hand. “I said, stop it!”


He was changing. Her eyes wide, already she saw that his face had morphed. The skin had stretched, growing hard green scales as it did so. A snout shot out where his mouth and nose had been. Lots of large, sharp fangs filled his maw and a long, red, forked tongue slithered out, tasting the air. She screamed. Jumping up, she tried to run away, but slipped on the furs and fell. Tense with fear, she tried to get up, but her legs got all tangled up in the furs. She heard him standing over her, his hot breath warm against his skin. She scrunched her eyes shut and gripped the fur in her fists.


It was then that Rose remembered the way Blane had made love to her as a man. She remembered the sadness in his eyes. He was trapped forever as a monster at night. With love for him she could break the curse. All she had to do was let Blane fuck her while in dragon form. Reopening her eyes, she crawled up onto her hands and knees. She glanced back over her shoulder at him and saw that he was completely the dragon now. His eyes sparkled with tears and a single tear slipped out, dropping down. It landed on her buttocks, rolling into her anus and wetting it. His gaze followed it and she saw that his cock had hardened. It grew to the same size it had been in his human shape. Rose thanked God that at least that part of him had remained human. Desire pooled inside her. She reached between her legs and found the entrance to her pussy moist. Dragon or man, it didn’t matter, she desired him. Rose turned around and looked up at him. Getting onto her knees, she held her arms wide open with welcome. She spoke. Her voice carried all her desire for him in its tone.


“Take me, my lord. Please. I need you. Let me be your sacrifice, the end to your curse.”

Angela Caperton
June 3rd, 2007, 02:46 PM
http://www.extasybooks.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/WOMAN.jpg

It happens all too often - he's gallant, he's handsome, he's a good guy with a plan...

And then SHE shows up!

In my new novel, WOMAN OF THE MOUNTAIN (http://tinyurl.com/28uwd7), Casmin and Rivah are brought together through their connection to the goddess Zenthe and the High Priestess, Adita - but while Casmin aims to serve both Zenthe and Adita, Rivah's goals are far more sinister...

EXCERPT

A priestess approached quietly, watching him, only a hand's reach away from him, her white-robed figure superimposed over the statue of the goddess.

Auburn-haired, with bare shoulders like shadowed ivory in the dimly lit chamber, the priestess stood almost as tall as Casmin. Light from a lamp behind her shone through her white robe, casting the shape of her high-breasted, thin-waisted figure, black shadows against pale satin. She breathed in deeply as she regarded Casmin, a trace of a smile on her lips.

"You're new," she said, and then looked at Kai. "Are you his . . . friend?" she asked.

Casmin could only gape at the priestess. He had never seen a woman so lovely, so seemingly ripe for fucking. Every gesture, every movement accented the swell of her breasts, nipples perfectly limned beneath the satin, the flow of her legs and the hard, tight muscles of her stomach.

Candlelight danced in the white film and for a moment, she seemed entirely naked before Casmin, and he barely managed to nod.

"Friend, yes," he said.

The priestess appeared amused as she stepped closer to Casmin. With her slender, pale hand she reached very deliberately beneath the hem of his golden tunic and touched the cloth that covered his cock, expertly slipped her fingers behind the cotton swathing, and freed him. His breath went ragged in his chest and he panted in short bursts as her cool, impossibly soft fingers, ran the length of the shaft and played in a lazy circle around the head.

"Friends only, I see," she said. "You best hurry with your work, private." She stroked him again, lingering at the base of the shaft, cupping him for just an instant, pumping him slowly as she released, leaving him with an impressive erection projecting from his tunic.

"Yes, priestess," was all he could manage to say.

"Rivah," she said, with a promising look, her gaze fixing on his rock hard penis. "My name is Rivah. Now hurry to finish your labors. The morrow is upon us and, as the goddess says, every morrow brings new pleasure."

She strolled away, her hips swaying provocatively as the curtain of her hair waved in mocking farewell. He watched her with an unblinking gaze for several moments as she inspected the work of the others. Kai dropped a stack of silk pallets onto a larger pile of rolls, the sound shocking Casmin back to the moment. Quickly, he put his cock back in its place glancing around the room to see if anyone had noticed the interlude. He felt like a man who had just witnessed a miracle.

Like a pilgrim who had seen a vision of his shrine.

***

Learn more about Casmin, Rivah and Adita in WOMAN OF THE MOUNTAIN (http://tinyurl.com/28uwd7), available now from eXtasy Books (http://tinyurl.com/28uwd7)!

And visit my website to learn about the inspiration for this unique erotic fantasy.

http://www.angelacaperton.com

Angela Caperton
July 1st, 2007, 08:30 PM
Step on over and read the Coffee Time Romance Review for Woman of the Mountain here (http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/Womanofthemountain.html)!

Thank you Liadan!

Regina
August 14th, 2007, 10:18 PM
Hey Sapphire,

This looks really good, gonna add it to my TBR pile! LOL

Dani
August 17th, 2007, 12:42 PM
They all sound great. I'm definately adding them to my to buy pile.

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August 22nd, 2007, 06:58 PM
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Sapphire Phelan
August 22nd, 2007, 08:02 PM
Coming October 3, 2007 to Twilight Fantasies Publications: my erotic urban fantasy novella, Being Familiar With a Witch. Happy halloween early, guys.

Sapphire Phelan
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Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.



Tina doesn't know she's a witch. It will take Charun, her demon Familiar, to convince her to make love with him and let loose her witchy powers.
For if she doesn't, then with the demon army about to bring Armageddon to the Mortal Realm on Halloween, she hasn't a chance in Hell.



Excerpt-Must be 18 & Older to Read it and the Novella:





Tina had this one recurring dream. And in it, a man with long black hair that moved like smoke over his shoulders and bedroom amber-yellow eyes was the star. Her best friend, Melinda Gonzales, would call him sex on a stick. The man a woman wanted to lick and lick his body, all over. Especially the private parts. Completely nude, she saw every inch of him, from his pecs to his slim waist, muscular hips and washboard stomach. Her gaze drifted lower until she stared at a very thick and long part of him that reared like a hissing snake.

He yanked her against his very naked body and it was then she realized that she was as naked as he was. Like something alive his organ moved against her belly, prodding insistently.

If she didn’t know better she swore he purred like a contented cat as she felt the vibrations coming from his chest.

“See how it with us touching, skin to skin,” he whispered into her ear. “I just want to rub myself against you so much.”

Tina looked up into his eyes and felt dizzy, almost hypnotized by the depths of his gaze.

“I want you.”

Finally breaking free of his eyes, she blinked. “Huh? What?”

“I’m going to fuck you. I want to be inside you, no, I need to be inside you, thrusting into your sweet juices. I want to fill you full of my cream, and then lick both mine and yours from your pussy with my tongue. So let’s quit pussy-footing around and get to what we really want.”

Tina pushed him away and shouted, “No! “

And just then, she woke up.

She found herself staring into a pair of amber-yellow glowing lights, just above her. Not only that, but felt a warm, solid body above her. With a shove and a kick, she knocked the form off of her and slipped off the bed, switching on the lamp by her bed at the same time. She gasped.

The nude man from her dream crouched on her bed, like a spitting cat. His body gleamed in the light, a play of light and shadow. His penis, hard as a rock, waved from between his thighs, its head glistening with droplets of liquid. Then she also noticed that she was naked too, her nightgown wadded up in a corner of her bedroom. Pressing her back against the wall, she pointed a finger at him.

“You’re real. But how did you get inside my dream?”

He climbed off the mattress and stalked her until he towered over her. She noticed his sculpted pecs and washboard abs. He slipped his hand down to his organ and grasped it, rubbing his thumb over its tip. He began stroking it, up and down. The skin on his face tightened and his eyes darkened. But he never took his eyes off of her.

Like he’s petting it. Oh my God, he’s getting himself off in front of me.

“You are a witch.”

She blinked. Had she heard him call her a—

“What? What did you call me?”

He edged closer like some damn threatening predator, and she stepped back, ramming her buttocks against the sharp edge of the chest of drawers. Crying out, she moved forward. Right into the stranger’s powerful arms. His broad chest rose and fell against her breasts. His cock probed her against her woman’s mound and heat pooled like lava in her pussy.

Oh God, she wanted him. She wondered what it would feel like to just let him push her onto her bed, lay on her body with his, and fuck her.

I bet he does that damn well, too.

“I said you are a witch and I am your familiar.”

He wrapped his arms around her like band of steel.

“I am here to teach you. Make you the witch you can be. And the only way for that to happen is for you to be intimate with me, your Familiar. That means when we fuck together your magic will blossom and bloom forth.”

Sapphire Phelan
August 22nd, 2007, 08:05 PM
Glad it interested you. The Curse is first in the series. I won't be able to finish working on the sequel until after mid-October. :D
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Sapphire Phelan
September 23rd, 2007, 03:34 PM
Coming January 2009 to Phaze Books: Being Familiar With a Witch. it's an erotic urban fantasy. It will be the first in a series.

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Tina doesn't know she's a witch. It will take Charun, her demon Familiar, to convince her to make love with him and let loose her witchy powers.
For if she doesn't, then with the demon army about to bring Armageddon to the Mortal Realm on Halloween, she doesn't stand a chance in Hell.



Excerpt-Must be 18 & Older to Read it and the Novella:
Tina had this one recurring dream. And in it, a man with long black hair that moved like smoke over his shoulders and bedroom amber-yellow eyes was the star. Her best friend, Melinda Gonzales, would call him sex on a stick. The man a woman wanted to lick and lick his body, all over. Especially the private parts. Completely nude, she saw every inch of him, from his pecs to his slim waist, muscular hips and washboard stomach. Her gaze drifted lower until she stared at a very thick and long part of him that reared like a hissing snake.

He yanked her against his very naked body and it was then she realized that she was as naked as he was. Like something alive his organ moved against her belly, prodding insistently.

If she didn’t know better she swore he purred like a contented cat as she felt the vibrations coming from his chest.

“See how it with us touching, skin to skin,” he whispered into her ear. “I just want to rub myself against you so much.”

Tina looked up into his eyes and felt dizzy, almost hypnotized by the depths of his gaze.

“I want you.”

Finally breaking free of his eyes, she blinked. “Huh? What?”

“I’m going to fuck you. I want to be inside you, no, I need to be inside you, thrusting into your sweet juices. I want to fill you full of my cream, and then lick both mine and yours from your pussy with my tongue. So let’s quit pussy-footing around and get to what we really want.”

Tina pushed him away and shouted, “No! “

And just then, she woke up.

She found herself staring into a pair of amber-yellow glowing lights, just above her. Not only that, but felt a warm, solid body above her. With a shove and a kick, she knocked the form off of her and slipped off the bed, switching on the lamp by her bed at the same time. She gasped.

The nude man from her dream crouched on her bed, like a spitting cat. His body gleamed in the light, a play of light and shadow. His penis, hard as a rock, waved from between his thighs, its head glistening with droplets of liquid. Then she also noticed that she was naked too, her nightgown wadded up in a corner of her bedroom. Pressing her back against the wall, she pointed a finger at him.

“You’re real. But how did you get inside my dream?”

He climbed off the mattress and stalked her until he towered over her. She noticed his sculpted pecs and washboard abs. He slipped his hand down to his organ and grasped it, rubbing his thumb over its tip. He began stroking it, up and down. The skin on his face tightened and his eyes darkened. But he never took his eyes off of her.

Like he’s petting it. Oh my God, he’s getting himself off in front of me.

“You are a witch.”

She blinked. Had she heard him call her a—

“What? What did you call me?”

He edged closer like some damn threatening predator, and she stepped back, ramming her buttocks against the sharp edge of the chest of drawers. Crying out, she moved forward. Right into the stranger’s powerful arms. His broad chest rose and fell against her breasts. His cock probed her against her woman’s mound and heat pooled like lava in her pussy.

Oh God, she wanted him. She wondered what it would feel like to just let him push her onto her bed, lay on her body with his, and fuck her.

I bet he does that damn well, too.

“I said you are a witch and I am your Familiar.”

He wrapped his arms around her like band of steel.

“I am here to teach you. Make you the witch you can be. And the only way for that to happen is for you to be intimate with me, your Familiar. That means when we fuck together your magic will blossom and bloom forth.”