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November 18th, 2007, 06:05 PM
Coming January 15, 2008 in Samhain's "Strangers in the Night" Valentine's anthology!!
She joined a society of masks and secret sex games.
What she found was a forbidden love.
As a writing student at an exclusive college, Chelsea Becker never wanted to pledge a sorority. But when she discovers a secret society of famous erotica writers on campus, she's willing to do anything to join. Her initiation tests include the exploration of her naughtiest fantasies... including anonymous encounters with a masked "muse" whose scorching touch betrays the passion they're not allowed to feel.
Her initiation into Erotics Anonymous is supposedly just a game. But the lust her Muse evokes in her is erupting into forbidden love.... a love that will come at a very dangerous price.
Warning: contains bondage, anonymous sex, group encounters.
November 18th, 2007, 06:06 PM
“Bring her in.”
Chelsea ’s bare thighs trembled as her escort forced her to walk down a chilly stone hall. She was blindfolded with her hands bound behind her back; she had no idea where she was or who was roughly leading her along by the black leather collar fastened around her delicate throat. The stiletto heels on her feet made it difficult to walk. Yet it was her ignorance of the events awaiting her that caused the wild tumult of anxiety inside her. At this moment she was being led into a carnal lion’s den which could prove to be either heaven or hell. Tonight she had gambled on very high stakes. If her gamble paid off, she would gain the desire of her heart.
If it failed, she would face almost certain sexual degradation.
With every quivering footstep, she tried to calm the fluttering in her stomach by imagining the man she loved. As the demeaning collar tightened around her neck, she remembered the stroke of his fingers and the thrust of his cock. She recalled the shape of his sensual mouth and his thick, glossy chestnut hair. And her heart gave a fierce pang as she recalled his dark eyes and that first gaze that had seared itself on her soul…
Her escort pulled impatiently on the collar, tugging her toward her destiny.
It had been two hours since she stepped into a limousine outside her college dorm and willingly costumed herself in the corset, garter belt and other erotic accoutrements left for her. As soon as she slipped on the blindfold, she had had to rely on her other senses to comprehend her journey. For a long while she had heard only the muffled purr of passing traffic. She smiled to herself, imagining the reaction of the other drivers if they could see into the dark-tinted windows. What would they think if they could see her, a blindfolded, twenty-year- old college student, her long blonde hair not quite concealing the nipples poking over her corset? Would they think she was a sex slave? A kinky young heiress?
One thing was for sure: they would never believe her story if she told them...
November 18th, 2007, 06:27 PM
Excellent excerpt Veronica! I love it. :notworthy:
November 18th, 2007, 06:39 PM
Wow that's a fantastic excerpt Veronica. Can't wait to read more!
November 19th, 2007, 02:38 PM
Great excerpt, Veronica. The cover is very striking as well.
November 20th, 2007, 09:32 PM
The cover and the title will sure get everyone's attention. LOL
December 3rd, 2007, 03:05 PM
I can't believe this is going to be released next month! Where did 2007 disappear to?
Anyway, here's another excerpt.... :)
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<st1:City w:st="on">Chelsea's</st1:City> instructions for tonight had arrived via an anonymous email that morning. It ordered her to dress in a short skirt with no stockings, the top of her choice, and a long coat to cover it all. Her destination was a popular bar right near campus. Tomorrow she was to write about the night’s events and submit her story to the same email address.
Her mouth was dry, her bare thighs were shaking and her panties clung to her wet sex. She was almost sick with trepidation at the mysterious initiation test she faced tonight—yet she was more deeply aroused than she had ever been in her life.
The selection of the bar startled her. It was a dark and malty dive, packed to standing room only every night of the week with students. It was the least erotic or elegant locale she could think of. So why would the Society ask her to go there? It didn’t make sense. All the same, she was determined to fulfill their instructions. All last night she had tossed restlessly in her bed, thinking of the sexual and professional benefits membership in the Society could bring her. Not only would the literary contacts be amazing, but it would be a relief to associate with people who viewed sex as an adventure and an art—not a beer-fused hookup between two students who wouldn’t even acknowledge each other in the dining hall the next day.
And, of course, there was the possibility—the probability, even—that she would meet the man of her dreams, Jonathan Danvers.
The limo pulled up outside the bar. The neon lights glowed in the frosty night. Taking a deep breath, she climbed out and headed inside.
The bar was a sweltering din of darkness, noise and heat. As she squeezed through the crowd, she could barely hear the jukebox over the roar of conversation, laughter and clinking glasses. The surrounding faces were hard to make out in the dim glow emanating from red light bulbs over the wooden booths. She cast a wary glance around her, wondering what exactly she was supposed to do. Was it possible that Professor Deveaux had been playing a joke on her? This entire environment was appallingly crass.
Dressed in her long leather coat, cashmere sweater and short skirt, she was growing hot and flushed from the swarm of bodies around her. Feeling thirsty, she joined the crowd of people three-deep around the polished wooden bar trying to attract the bartender’s limited attention. Squeezed among much taller men, she felt unseen and unnoticed. At last, she found herself pushed up against the bar itself. A flutter of claustrophobia ran through her as the crowd closed in on all sides of her. Helplessly, she tried to push back and claim some breathing room, but to no avail. Nor did the bartender seem to notice her.
The person behind her pushed her coat to the side and caressed the soft curve of her ass.
<st1:City w:st="on">Chelsea</st1:City> froze. How dare he? Who was this jerk who was so arrogant as to go around feeling up girls in public? She tried to turn around and confront him, but the damp bodies surrounding her were pushed too closely together. She was trapped.
The anonymous hand began to stroke her thighs, running two fingers up her firm muscles that quivered with both indignation and excitement. She waited breathlessly as the strange hand continued its ascent underneath her short skirt.
Mortified by her own arousal, she jerked against him, signaling her displeasure in the only way she could. This was completely unacceptable behavior, no matter how nice it felt. Yet the stranger only ran his hands under the delectable cheeks of her bottom, and gently flicked his fingers between her legs, signaling her to open her legs. She understood. This was her test and he was her Muse.
Closing her eyes as her face burned hot, she spread her thighs for his hand.
The stranger was stroking her through her panties now, playing with her pussy more masterfully than anything she had ever experienced. As he fingered her clit, her thighs became wet with a warm surge of arousal. His touch was so intimate, as if he already knew the needs and responses of her body. Who was this man? Once more she tried to twist around to see his face. But the crowd was so intense that she could only view the men on each side of her, both absorbed in their own conversations. She wiggled helplessly, both wanting him to continue and appalled at her own complicity.
Gently, he dragged her panties down her thighs, stopping them just before the hem of her short skirt. She swallowed, another wave of fever staining her face as he brushed his fingers over her exposed sex. Never in her life had she allowed anyone to take down her panties in a bar or feel her up in public or arouse her so fiercely without even showing his face…
December 5th, 2007, 01:19 AM
Oh boy, that was a hot excerpt toward the end. I can't wait to be able to read the book. Bouncy Icon Smilie
Linda L Lattimer
December 7th, 2007, 10:10 PM
Veronica that cover, along with the excerpt, super powerful
January 15th, 2008, 03:54 PM
And it's finally out!! Get it here (http://www.samhainpublishing.com). Bouncy Icon Smilie
January 15th, 2008, 03:58 PM
Yay Veronica!! :clap: Congratulations! Bouncy Icon Smilie
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