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Beautiful Ashes Series

Book 3

by Lora Ann

Genre: Dark Romance, Supernatural Erotic Thriller

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Tar’s lost in the halls of his own mind.

His body haunted by desires, his heart burning with a strange, familiar fire.

All he can think about is tasting her, knowing her, owning her.

But especially remembering her.


Trepidation filled her as she approached him, sleeping. She was cautious, leaning over and whispering in his ear, “I’ll always love you,” before kissing the side of his mouth. Shock filled her when a big hand fisted her hair and locked her lips to his. The kiss saying everything. Both pulled away breathless. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Tar reached up to catch them. “What’s wrong, Beautiful?”

“Oh, my God, you don’t remember!”

His face hardened. “I remember you giving up on us!” He pushed her away.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t give up!” Her voice rising on the last two words.

“The fuck you didn’t,” he growled. “You. Let. Go.”

Her wide-eyed gaze on his. “I couldn’t hang on. Are you actually blaming me for that?”

Her finger tapping along the brace to make her point. “I sorta had a good reason!” she yelled, bringing Nik, E, and Lacey into the room.

E carefully eyed them. “Hey, you two need to lower your voices.”

“None of your fucking business, E,” Tar warned.

Nik stepped up. “Calm the fuck down.”

Tar’s eyes darted between the two brothers now standing in front of Keeley, forming a protective wall. A part of him respected the hell out of them for it. Another, wanted to beat the ever-loving shit out of them for stepping between him and the woman he loved. No matter how pissed off he was at her, he’d never hurt her. Didn’t they know that? He looked between them and settled his gaze on Keeley’s. “How’s your arm?”

She swallowed hard, still bewildered it was halfway healed and that she wouldn’t need the brace for long. The doctor informed her that he didn’t see any complications arising if she took care of herself. She recalled how, once more, he was amazed by the unexplainable phenomenon. But Keeley knew the reason behind it all, her guardian angel. And as she stared at Tar, she knew he too received healing. Or did he? “What happened earlier?”

“Ladies first.” His annoyance coming through for having to speak to her with bodyguards between them.

E glanced over at Nik, nodding. They stepped to the side but close enough to help if Keeley needed it. That was not lost on Tar as he shot both a fuck-you look, earning him a deep chuckle from the brothers. Keeley took a step closer to the bed. “It doesn’t hurt. Breaks are clean and healing.”

“That’s odd. I would’ve thought you’d be in that brace for a good six weeks.” He angled his head trying to figure it out.

She huffed, “Don’t look at me like that.”

His brow raised. “Like what?”

“Like I’m a freak! And what about you?” Her irritation came through loud and clear.

He reached for her hand, lightly stroking. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel foolish.”

Her other hand was gently caressing his hairline. “Your head’s okay?”

A cough interrupted them. “Listen, Tar. You promise to be a good boy?” E quirked a brow at him.

“Yes, Dad,” Tar retorted.

Nik added, “You better.”

E chuckled and nudged Nik out of the room.

Lacey was still sitting in a chair. “Okay if I go?” she asked Keeley.

“We’re good,” Keeley replied, gazing into Tar’s amazing emeralds.

Lacey politely closed the door behind her to give them privacy.

“Come here,” Tar’s voice rumbled low as he pulled Keeley to him.

She was now on top of him looking down at his handsome face. “Are you going to explain?”

He cupped her jaw.  “Just a concussion, which brought on a killer headache.”

“Why were so many people in here then?” Her fingers threading his hair.

“They thought I was a danger to myself.” He leaned up to tenderly nip along her lips.

Her breathing hitched. “More like to me.”

His tongue softly stroked the outside of her mouth. “That too.”

“And the flash back you had?” She parted her lips more to give him access.

“Common,” he growled before accepting her invitation.

With each slide of their tongues, grip of their hands, Tar and Keeley were forgiving each other. Love mingled with need. Bodies demanding their union. Neither caring that anyone could walk in on them. The moment belonged to them and them alone.

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Light (Beautiful Ashes Series, Book 3)

by Lora Ann

Genre: Dark Romance, Supernatural Erotic Thriller

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Tar’s lost in the halls of his own mind.

His body haunted by desires, his heart burning with a strange, familiar fire.

All he can think about is tasting her, knowing her, owning her.

But especially remembering her.



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A Celebration of Love – E and Lacey – Strand Brothers Erotic Short


A Celebration of Love

E and Lacey

Strand Brothers Erotic Short


The trees passed by like an impression painting, greens faded into browns, blue sky peeked through and mixed with the azure ocean. A beautiful sight along the drive, but Lacey felt restless. She shifted when her husband’s hand softly caressed her leg, skating slowing up her toned dancer thigh. Her hand clasped his to stop him. “I don’t see the point.”

His brow raised as he snuck a sidelong glance her way. “I need a reason to touch you?”

An exasperated breath escaped her pouting lips. “Not that. This whole thing is ridiculous.”

“It’s ridiculous to want to get away from all the recent stress and have a romantic Valentine’s day?”

“Don’t do that,” she huffed.

He veered the sleek Aston Martin to the shoulder and slammed it in park. “What exactly am I doing?”

Stupid tears filled her eyes and she turned away from him. “We can’t have…you know.”

God, when she got all sweet and innocent like that, he wanted to do very wicked things to her. His smile cocky. “Say it.”

“I don’t want to appease your dominant nature right now.”

His laugh was downright vicious as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “Sweetness, I couldn’t house the Dom I am any more so than you could the kind woman you are. A personality is just that.”

She half-smiled in spite of her rollercoaster emotions. “I do love you. All of you. But right now, I need you to be less dominant and more adoring husband.”

“You wound me!” he responded with a hand over his heart. “I’m always adoring you,” leaning across to kiss the soft alabaster skin of her upper thigh, “and I plan on doing so for the rest of my life.” His tongue drawing circles as it traveled higher.

Her fingers lacing through his long hair. “E,” she mewled as he wielded that weapon of pleasure along the edge of her panties.

“It’s just a kiss. Nothing wrong with that.”

“Oh God!” Her head falling back against the headrest as he worked underneath the scrap of purple material. His wicked tongue flicking along her pleasure spot.

“Mmmm…I do love the taste of you.” His nose now pressing against her. “The smell of you drives me fucking crazy.” The growl vibrating where he was mercilessly teasing.

She pushed his face tighter against her aching pussy and commanded, “Make me come.”

He was after all a husband who could not deny his wife’s request. His teeth lightly scrapping along her swollen clit before he captured it fully between his lips and sucked until she was writhing, spread open for him, and screaming out his name. “More,” he commanded.

Her hips grinding against his face for more pressure as he brought another earth quaking orgasm from her. She pulled his head up and took his mouth with hers. A breathy, “thank you,” warming along his lips.

“Now,” he nipped at hers, “what’s really going on?”

She matched his nibbling with her own along his thick neck. “This is all we can do. An entire getaway, just the two of us, and I’m under doctor’s orders not to have sex.”

He cupped her beautiful face. “We didn’t have intercourse leading up to our wedding. Sure didn’t stop us from pleasure though,” he reminded her.

“But making love is my favorite part,” she sighed.

“We are making love, Søta.” His lips barely on hers. “It’s so much more than sex.”

“Intimacy building?” Her smile against his mouth.

“Hell yes. That’s what makes fucking so amazing.”

She swore he was mentally beating his chest. “Okay.” She kissed him long and deep before pulling away breathless, noting so was he. “No more pouting. Let’s make this a forever Valentine.”

“That’s my girl.” He gave her one more hard kiss.


Alex’s Carmel home was just as she remembered, but it didn’t hold some of the best memories for them. She cocked her head. “Why here?”

His finger traced along her cheek bone. “Well, this was the first place we ran into a bit of a snag in our relationship. Seemed fitting to come back here and create something beautiful.”

“You saved my life here.” Her gaze holding his intently.

“Yes. But you wouldn’t have been out on those cliffs if I’d been honest with you from the get-go,” he admitted, owning his shit.

“We worked all that out.” Her head angling into his tender touch. “You explained everything. Please, don’t make us revisit what’s already forgiven.”

He tracked along to her succulent lips, outlining them with precision. “Lacey, you are an angel. My angel. And I’ve been a fool.” He shook his head in despair. “I almost lost you this last time.”

“But you didn’t,” reaching forward to place her palm on his thumping heart, “Everything you do comes from here. A heart of gold that means well.” She drew his tempting finger into her mouth, suckling. His lids growing heavy with the promise she gave him.

“Don’t ever forget it beats.” his breathing ragged from what her skillful mouth was doing, “for only you.”

Her hand rubbed along his defined pecs, lower and lower it traveled until it collided with the impressive bulge in his pants. She released his finger. “I want to kiss you,” she whispered.

The car  was small and he wanted to thoroughly enjoy her, quickly sliding out the driver’s side and offering his hand to her once he opened her door. But Lacey watched the twitch of his cock, begging. His position couldn’t be more perfect. Her gaze seeking his as her nails teased along the zipper. His lips parted to draw in more air. She worked his big handsome cock free mesmerized that it knew just where to land, tracing along her lips, seeking her kiss. Her husband was a Master capable of having any woman his desired, but he chose her. He loved her. And that was a gift she’d never take for granted. Her tongue snaked out to catch the drip along his slit. He moaned, “Tease.”

“Delayed gratification,” she corrected.

His hands on the roof of the car as her hot breath shot across his sensitive head. “I’m going to enjoy paying you back.” The vow made with a wickedness she knew he’d make good on.

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed low along the thick vein. “But right now,” her gaze searching for his until he complied, “I’m the Domme.” She captured him and drew him in deep, taking him all the way, swallowing to make sure he fit.

He kept his hands where they were, letting his wife have her nasty way with him. His hips flicking forward until she gripped them and squeezed, controlling him. “Naughty,” he hissed.

She moved back releasing him. The cool air hitting his wet cock, causing him to beg, “Lacey.” A smack to his ass surprised him.

“Mistress,” she demanded with authority.

Fucking A. She was driving him mad. His lust revved up, matching his desperate cock. “Yes, Mistress,” he rasped, earning him a long lick from root to tip. Another twitch of his questing cock, demanding more.

She placed her mouth just along his sensitive ridge and dropped her voice to low murmur. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“To fuck your mouth.”

She rewarded him with little nips. “Annnnnnd,” she drawled out knowing the vibrations were ramping him up.

“I want to punish you right now,” he growled.

Her laugh deep and purposeful. “That was not the right thing to say, darling.”

She leaned back and waited, watching his cock bob and plead for her return. Her husband was doing very well with the switch. But, her constant testing was going to bite her in the ass. A grin spread across her face, acknowledging he’d literally bite her. She wondered what would happen if… Her fingers walking along the silk covered steel of his magnificent manhood, until he pleaded with her. “I need to come.”

Her breath skated along him as she moved forward again. “I want it all over my tongue, my lips. Right where you belong,” she growled before sucking him hard. One hand fisted at the base. The other at his balls, kneading with little tugs. No mercy was given to him as she abruptly removed her fingers from his sac and eased them into her pussy, coating them. She glanced up watching how hungry he was for more. So much more. Her ring finger sliding along the seam of his ass. He parted his legs for her. She rewarded him by dipping the tip of her tongue deep into his slit, tasting the saltiness of pre-cum. Her other hand went back to massaging his balls, Licks followed by long sucks on his cock. And her finger fucking his ass. A swift move brought his hands to her hair but he waited for her permission. She stroked along him with her lips right on his head. “Fuck my mouth.” Her finger going deep inside him. She felt his balls go hard in her hand.

Close, he was so damn close. The fire scorching him as she took him with a nasty vigor. He fisted her hair and thrust until the tip of him hit the back of her throat. He came with a guttural moan and pulled out enough to coat the outside of her mouth, watching with more lust as it ran down her plump lips and pretty chin, dripping onto her throat. He yanked her out of the car and took her mouth with a ferociousness that rocked them both.


Lacey stood at the kitchen counter using the juicer to make fresh cherry limeades. Her sidelong glance taking in her spectacular husband. He truly was sex-on-a-stick. E stayed true to his word of making love to her in all sorts of kinky ways without ever penetrating her. He’d been so romantic that morning in bed, cuddling her, covering her in soft kisses, building the intimacy between them. But she couldn’t help this aching need for more. What the hell was wrong with her?

E felt her the blaze of her gaze on him. He understood the unquenched fire burning inside her, for it was consuming him too. His self-control was being tested beyond all limits, and he could feel his grip slipping. Maybe if they played a little rougher? Would that help quench their thirst for more? She was busying herself and he took the opportunity to just stare. His obsession with his wife was growing stronger each day. A living, breathing thing that devoured him. He couldn’t imagine how he’d ever survived without loving her.

He stalked his prey, cocking his head, trying to decide just what and how far he wanted to take this next step in their no intercourse retreat. His momentum paused when she dropped a cherry onto her tongue. The memories of chocolate and strawberries nearly brought him to his knees worshiping her. She still held on to that edge of innocence after he’d corrupted her completely. God, he loved it when she went all shy virgin on him, just like she was doing now, as she spied him out of corner of her eye.

She felt this need to cover herself as she stood in the kitchen wearing short shorts and a shelf-bra cami. Her hips swaying to the beat of a song playing in her head. But she recognized that look. The Master sauntered toward her with devilish intent. Her tongue licking her lips as she attempted to cover herself. “Um…hi.” Geeze, that sounded lame!

His hands reached for hers as he pulled them away from her body. “Never be ashamed of such perfection.”

Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. The heat of her blush drawing her gaze down and away. “So, any plans today,” she attempted casual small talk.

Fucking adorable. She was nervous and giddy. God damn he needed to fuck her senseless. He inhaled deep and studied her. Her pulse jumped, he noticed the quick flutter aside her neck. The need for more air evident in her parted lips, heavier breathing. And the desire drenching those sapphires irises until they were nearly black. Her long raven lashes flitted. “You are such a treat to watch.”

She didn’t miss the naughty glint in those quicksilver eyes, matching his wicked grin. Damn, she was pretty sure if he kept this up she’d come right there. “I made these.” Her voice shaky as she freed her hand from his and grabbed a glass of fresh juice, passing it to him.

He wet his lips with his tongue first before sipping the drink. “Mmm, so sweet.”

Lacey took a greedy gulp from hers. She knew that reference held a double meaning.

His hand grazed her breast as he reached for the fruit on the counter. A cherry dangled by its stem in front of her mouth. “Take it,” he whispered low and dark.

She swallowed past the lump in her throat and a nervous giggle escaped. “You sound like the serpent in the apple tree.”

He gazed at her through his heavy lashes. “Would you care to play with the devil, my sweet?”

“E,” she forced out as he slid the decadent fruit into her mouth.

He didn’t give her a chance to close her lips around the cherry, bringing his mouth to hers and bursting it open together. Juice dripped as his tongue sought the stem. Working along with hers they tied it in a knot. Both breathless as he held it between his teeth and stepped back. “Take off your clothes, Lacey.”

She blinked several times processing what he’d just ordered her to do. The dizzy effects of that erotic kiss still messing with her equilibrium. Her fingers greedy to obey as she slid one spaghetti strap off her shoulder.

He backed up to the island and hoisted his big muscled body up. The flex of muscle bringing a warm ache in her lower belly. His hands fisting the material as he ripped, slow and mimicking her. Each part of skin revealed leaving the other wanting more. A strip tease taken to a new level as she stood before him in all her feminine beauty. His eyes kissing and sucking along her body until she reached down to relieve the ache. He spread his legs wide, stroking his cock for her greedy gaze as it sucked him. A bead glistened along the thick tip as he devoured her wet fingers pulling away from that luscious pussy. In a move so fast she almost missed it, he hopped down and tossed her over his shoulder. A hard smack right between her legs brought out a scream of ecstasy. “Grab that bowl,” he commanded, holding the pitcher of juice.

She set the bowl down on the dresser next to the glass pitcher. He slid her over his body slowly with deliberate pressure against her tits and a push of his cock along her folds. A moan escaped her. “E, I need you inside me.”

“Soon, Sweetness,” he promised in a gentle tone.

Her gaze locked on his as she witnessed the war he was having, then fire erupted and he commanded. “On the bed. Now.”

Oh, how she loved this side of him. He made her feel so desired when he unleashed like that. She backed into the bed and did as he told her. His gaze now calculating as he demanded. “Open your legs wide.”

She hesitated.

He clucked his tongue. “Ah, Lacey, you really should’ve obeyed me.”

His words enticing her clit to throb and reach for him as she felt the warm trickle between her legs. She pressed them together as he walked around and opened a drawer. “Give me your hand.”

She glanced back and watched as he strapped the padded leather cuff around her wrist. Instead of walking around the bed he climbed onto it and straddled her, sliding his cock across her hardened nipples. He reached up and cuffed her other wrist. “Open your mouth.”

Her lips parted as he moved up, sliding his cock in and out several times, before forcing himself off her. A soft protest erupted, “But I want to suck you off.” His smile would’ve been panty melting if she’d been wearing any. Yet again, she noticed the wickedness in his gaze.

He reached under the foot of the bed and pulled out a spreader bar. Cuffing each ankle to it before he widened it. “There’s what I wanted to see.”

She was wide open now and there was no hiding her excitement. He grabbed the bowl of cherries and lay between her legs, squeezing a few of them so the juice mixed with hers. His tongue licking the river with lust filled sounds vibrating along her exposed sex. Nothing really shocked her when it came to her husband’s kink. But what he did next was so erotic she nearly came from the sight. He took a cherry and slid it over her clit then down further. E pulled it away and held it over the tip of his tongue, showing her what he did to her. “Every cherry is better dipped in cream.”

Her mouth popped open on a gasp. “Dirty mouth,” she panted.

His mischievous grin told her she just thought that was dirty. He repeated with another piece of fruit, except after he tongued it he brought it to hers. “Taste for yourself.”

Her juices coating the fruit exploded in her mouth. She moaned and he kissed her with long strokes against her tongue before devouring her. His breath blasted across her lips as he pulled back. “You are a nasty girl.”

She should feel embarrassed but quite the opposite was happening. “More,” she demanded.

“How about a drink first.” He brought the pitcher to her mouth as she opened. But he purposely let it overflow. “My bad,” he said before following the cold liquid his hot mouth. He sat back on his haunches and poured the icy drink over her nipples, lapping at them. And continued until he was back between her legs where the freezing beverage took her to new heights while his questing tongue sent her over the edge.

He raised up and she saw her desire glisten on his lips. “Kiss me again,” she rasped.

No hesitation in giving her what she requested. He untied one cuff from the poster of the bed and move it to the other so both of her wrists were on one poster. His hands traveling along her curves as he angled her body. Again, he went to that special drawer and pulled out a vibrator. Oh my! She batted her eyelashes. “Why, Mr. Strand, are you going to fuck me with that?”

“Nasty mouth,” he said with approval in his voice.

He dipped the toy inside her and turned it on. She began to writhe and he quickly turned it off. He grabbed the bar between her legs and flipped her over.

“Oh,” she gasped.

His hand swatting her gorgeous ass a few times. He kissed her pink cheeks and slid the vibrator inside her again. Her hips began to move and he shut it off once more. Her groan of frustration made him chuckle darkly. His hand replaced the toy and she ground against it. He withdrew it and covered his cock, then he slowly eased himself into her ass. Each time he pushed forward he went a little deeper. He fingered her clit before reinserting the vibrator. The sensations against himself buried inside her was taking him to the edge with her. Her body was a live wire as he fucked her over the cliff. Both screaming out the other’s name. Careful not to crush her he released her wrists and massaged them to make sure the circulation was back. With a gentle move, he removed his still semi-erect cock and the toy. The need for more made her push down against the bed. Next, he released her from the bar and tossed it to the floor. His eyes drawn to her wet core where she was still pressing in search of more release. Damn, she was still horny. Then again, so was he.

He placed soft kisses along her opening, dipping his tongue inside where he longed to be. She managed to turn over and face him, tugging him away from her sex and wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled him down and made love to his mouth with hers. “Make love to me, E,” she whispered.

“Sweetness,” he cautioned.

“You can come on my stomach.”

No argument in him, he slid his cock into the warm silk of her beautiful pussy. “God, I missed you,” he groaned and ground his hips against her.

She grabbed his ass and pushed up into him. He was lost to her. And did as she asked, making sweet love to his precious wife, both climaxing together, and sealing the exquisite moment with a long worshipful kiss.

The morning sunrise brought with it a realization from their night of ecstasy. He didn’t pull out. But as she lay there across his finely-honed chest, she couldn’t be sorry. What they shared was too amazing to taint in any way.

He pulled her closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Forever,” he said placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Always,” she answered back, meeting his lips with hers.

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A Christmas to Remember (An Erotic Tale) Part 3 by Lora Ann

A Christmas to Remember

(An Erotic Tale)

Part 3


The SUV was warm and toasty with Lynrd Skynrd singing “Christmas Time Again” on the Blue Tooth. Only Nik would have rock Christmas songs. She fought the giggle when his boiling gaze he sent her reminded her of what just happened, or rather, almost happened, in the restaurant. Aimee swallowed hard, remembering how close she’d almost come, literally. He shook his head, placing both hands on the steering wheel. “I’m seriously reconsidering how I punish you,” his voice authoritative as he looked away from her.

Her very pregnant hormones striking hurt at letting him down, which brought tears to her eyes. But her naughty side, who wanted nothing more than to fuck him right there, wouldn’t hear of it. He was legitimately torn on what to do with her. Evidence of that was in the straight line of his shoulders and his tight jaw. He was too damn sexy. Her nails scraped along his inner thigh and, quick as lightening, he grabbed them with a firm nod of his head, making her throat dry. “Get in the backseat,” he commanded.

She studied him for a moment, realizing he was serious. “But I…”

“Four. And so help me, if you don’t move now, I won’t be responsible for what happens.” Aimee swiped at the tears. Nik’s voice instantly softened. “Little one, you trust me? You know I love you?”

“Yes,” she sniffled, “but you’re mad at me.”

“More like suffering from a mad case of blue balls!” His eyes wide.

“That’s really it?”

“No,” he sighed. “On our way out, I caught some asshole stripping you with his eyes.”

“Oh, Nikko. Some men have no respect. But I promise, I never noticed him.”

“Bastard had lust written all over his face. Honestly, Lille, I still want to march back in there and kick his ass.”

“Tell me how to distract you,” she purred.

He closed his eyes, wanting more than anything to try something new with her. “In the back. Now.”

Her ass was right in his face as she maneuvered to follow his order. It took every ounce of strength Nik possessed not to pull her over so she could ride his face. Instead, he bit her. Her yelp said it wasn’t a playful nip. She rubbed the tender cheek. “That was a little hard.”

“If you have an objection to rough, say so now,” he warned.

She gasped, “Omigod! What have you done with my husband?”

A searching gaze told him she was playing. He schooled his features. “Take off your clothes.”


He gave her a firm nod, dangling her panties on his pinky. “I already have my favorite item.”

She giggled, releasing her heavy breasts from the confines of her bra. “And here I thought this was your fave.” The bra went flinging through the air and landed on the rearview mirror. Aimee howled in laughter. “She shoots, she scores.”

Nik beamed at her silly sense of humor. Damn he’d missed it. Things had been so serious, for what he now realized was too long. He made a vow to himself not to let stress steal these precious moments away again. Getting back into his role, he demanded, “Put your feet on the back of the seats. Yeah, like that. Only…open your legs more. More. Fucking perfect,” he hissed, angling the mirror, with bra still draped, so all he saw was his wife’s gorgeous pink pussy. The windows were heavily tinted but he wanted light only he could see, then remembered the aft console had a dim one. He lifted the top and pushed it, relishing how the designers had thought to make something that wouldn’t blind the driver. Matter of fact, it didn’t even light up past her protruding belly. “You’re a fucking goddess,” he said with not a little awe.

Aimee shook her head. “You’ve got that all wrong, Nikko. You’re a god.” Her fingers began to travel to her exposed pussy.

“Stop!” he barked.

She stilled. He winked before continuing, “I love that you think that of me, Lille. Now, no touching yourself. Just let me admire my treasure.”

Ah, hell. Those words made her hot and so damn horny. Every time she saw him sneak a peek at her very open pussy, she became wetter. The wet spot left on the seat giving evidence to just how excited she was when he commanded, “Grab my coat, and get inside.”


Nik wasted no time yanking his coat from her amazing body. He’d always loved her full hips; now fuller due to the baby she was carrying. Her tits more voluptuous. Her ass spilling over his hands as he grabbed each check with force and hauled her to him. “I need you,” his confession raw.

Her fingers threaded in his hair as he nipped along her neck and bit down on the tender spot just before her shoulder. She cried out, “Again.”

He couldn’t remember who was supposed to be leading anymore. All he knew was she was his, and he needed to worship her. He tore his clothes off in a whirlwind of motion, then knelt and continued his oral assault of each breast, nipple, until she was crying out in ecstasy. With each firm swat to her ass, he counted, “One, Two, Three,” stopping.

She was beyond turned on. The sting from his palm bringing the orgasm to a whole new level of holy-fuck-do-it-again. Her mutterings completely unintelligible when he buried his face between her legs and latched on to her engorged clit, sending Aimee out of this universe.

Her screams of utter abandon sent Nik into a frenzy. He had to have more, had to bring her over and over again. Punish her with nothing but sheer pleasure. Her gasps and cries, along with ragged breaths told him she was a satisfied woman. But he needed her to know, she was more than that. She was his whole world. His wife—given to him so he could love, honor and cherish her forever and ever. He eased her leg off his shoulder and held her so she wouldn’t fall, laying her down on the floor. Positioning himself between her legs, “Open for me, Lille,” he rasped his voice thick with need.

Her gaze met his as he watched the flames rise. He grabbed his cock and stroked himself, fighting the urge to come all over her tits. She licked her lips, glancing down at him. “God, your beautiful when you do that for me,” she purred in appreciation. “Tease me with that big, amazing cock.”

He did as she wanted. Barely holding himself back, the tip of him inside her warm, entrance. “Look at me, Aimee,” he whispered between ragged breaths, “Watch as I show you just how much I love you.”

Her eyes fixed on his lick-able abs. He didn’t realize she couldn’t see where they were connected. As if he read her thoughts, his gaze met hers. Eyes locked he entered her fully and she gasped out, “Make love to me.”

Nik had no objection to giving his wife everything her heart desired. Thankful, once more, that it was him she chose.


Aimee lay next to her sleeping husband in front of the fireplace as silent tears fell. She couldn’t believe how blessed she was, or how much she wanted to wake him and continue where they’d left off only a couple of hours ago. Tugging the blanket free of his magnificent body, she sat to just admire him. A sleepy gaze met hers as he pulled her to him.  “Why are you crying, little one?”

“They’re happy tears,” she assured.

He laced his fingers in her hair and placed a tender kiss on her lips. “I love you.”

A gush of cold air met them, followed by, “Ho. Ho. Whoa! Cover that shit up, man!”

Nik quickly covered his wife from his brother’s gaze. “What the hell, E?”

The room began to fill with family and “Merry Christmas!”

Aimee didn’t care that they were caught in a rather embarrassing situation. All she thought was it was indeed a very merry Christmas now that those they loved most had arrived.

The End

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A Christmas to Remember (An Erotic Tale) Part 2 by Lora Ann


A Christmas to Remember

(An Erotic Tale)

Part 2


God, she had no desire to leave the scene before her. Her husband made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the universe. Not from the amazing orgasm they just shared—which, quite frankly, was mind-blowing—but the way his eyes drank her in as she tugged the little dress back in place.

Nik lay there appreciating his gorgeous wife. He growled at the thought of any other man checking her out. Her gaze lit on his. There was still so much desire dancing in those grayish-green flames, making him realize how he’d let her down in this department. He loved her with a ferocity that took his breath away. Yet, he couldn’t stop the past ghosts who crept along his memory banks. A stray tear slid down his cheek as he whispered, “I love you more each and every day, Lille.”

Aimee fought the lump in her throat, speaking around it, “I fall in love with you again and again. Like now,” she leaned forward and kissed the moisture on his cheek, “I just fell head over heels once more.”

“Do we really need to go out,” he half pleaded with her as he cupped her jaw.

She let out a deep sigh, fighting with herself. A night alone in the mountains doesn’t come along very often. Hell, a night with just them didn’t happen hardly ever anymore. She loved her ever-growing family, but with all the upheaval and fighting so many enemies, these times were precious. That was when it hit her: his tear wasn’t only for her. “You miss her.”

He nodded, “Yes. But not the way you’re thinking.” A quirked brow told him his very sexy wife was about to get sassy. Fuck, he loved her sass; but, what did he say to bring it on?

“And you’re a mind reader?” She pursed her lips.

The chuckle burst out before he could lasso it, earning him a glare of discontent. Shit! “All I meant was, I didn’t want you thinking I loved her more.”

Aimee used his shoulders to steady herself before marching across the room. She didn’t realize Nik had followed until she spun around on a gasped, “How the hell do you do that?!”

This time he guarded his reactions, studying her. She’d always been a saucy little thing. Something he truly loved about her. Matter of fact, it was the first thing he fell in love with. His large paws gentling on her shoulders, “I fell in love with you the very first time you told me off.”

“I don’t…” Wait! What did he just say? “It wasn’t the allure of mystery and danger the night of the masquerade?”

“Oh, that definitely stuck with me—for years. But no, it was when you thought I’d lost my ever-lovin’ mind asking you to marry me.”

She blushed, knowing that was when it was for her, too. A soft whispered, “Me too,” escaped as her watery gaze met his. “You were so damn sure of yourself and your conviction to protect me.”

“I still am,” he announced without a hint of apology.

She exhaled heavily, releasing her frustration. “We don’t have to go out.” Her fingers walking along his heavy defined abs.

He drew in a long breath. “Turn around,” he whispered, knowing he had to be quick or he’d strip her again and spend the evening finding every new way to bring her pleasure.



The restaurant was full of lovers, Nik noticed as they sat sipping sparkling cider. He decided teasing was in order to make their night of naughty-sweet-nothings more special. A piece of chocolate lava cake hung between them. “Open for me,” the double entendre not lost on her.

The slow lick of her lips was followed by the press of her knee against his. “Always,” she whispered, making sure he was aware her legs were parted underneath the table.

Naughty little bitch! Fuck, she turned him on. He half growled, “Slowly.”

Her gaze sparking with fire as she held his, debating on playing his game. Wasn’t this exactly what she wanted? Her husband’s attention focused solely on her. Hell, yes! She loved all of him, but especially this very wicked side. Having this Nordic god commanding her body, her mind, was unlike anything she could put into words. Her mouth opened for the rich treat he placed on her tongue. She pressed her leg more firmly against his and moaned, “Mmmmm.”

A few stares were given with knowing grins from other patrons before Nik rasped, “Draw every eye on yourself again, and I’ll punish you for it.”

What the hell?! When had her husband become…like…she searched for the word, then snapped her fingers as she snapped them mentally. “Dom,” she blurted out.

The mischievous and oh-so-telling gleam in his eyes answered her list of questions running around in her mind. “That’s one,” he said, holding up a finger.

“One, what?” Shock still in the forefront from what she knew to be true: He’d been talking to his brother E! Nik wasn’t Mr. Warm-and-Cozy when it came to intimate conversations. The fact he went to his well-known brother, a.k.a. the master, for a little advice in the bedroom threw her for a loop.

“Your first punishment.” He took a bite of the dessert in the most alluring, tempting way she’d ever seen.

“Wait! Why?” her petulant tone coming forward.

“Two,” he affirmed as he slid another piece of cake in her gaping mouth.

She stared in utter disbelief, damn near choking on the food. Her spluttered, “Are you for reals?” bringing a deep chuckle from him. Aimee was about to ask why he was laughing at her when it clicked, she sounded just like their niece Ari! An embarrassed confession, “You can tell I’ve been hanging out with a teenager,” was followed by, “Just what kind of punishment are we talking about?”

His raised brow told her she was skating on a third one. He heard her sharp intake of breath. Didn’t she know by now he’d never, ever hurt her? Deciding to ease her fears, he admitted, “Punishment of pleasure, little one.”

“Ohhhhhhhh,” she exhaled. Aimee liked where this would lead and made up her mind not to let the crazy hormonal thoughts have their way anymore that night. She knew Nik, knew he loved her more than life itself. Finally onboard with his seduction game, she squeezed his fingers. “I trust you.”

Thank God! He’d been worried his idea was going down the crapper at a rapid speed. His gaze travelled over her full tits, nipples peaked from the slight chill in the air, making him shift in his seat to adjust his throbbing cock. He raised his eyes, observing chocolate at the corner of her mouth, before meeting hers. Holy hell! The flames were igniting. With the tip of his index finger, he spread the decadent frosting across her cupid bow lips. “Don’t lick it off,” he demanded.

Her lids fluttered as her breathing hitched from the anticipation, then flew wide when his hand traveled up her dress. “I…I-I’m not sure…” She glanced all around to see if anyone was paying attention. They were in a back corner. Windows all around with a fabulous view of the lake. Her search provided other information, as in it was darker where they were than any other place in the restaurant. The flicker of a lone candle set center on the table giving her a why that was.

“Relax, Lille,” he mumbled in her ear, “I won’t let a soul see your body obey me.”

“Ah, damn, say that again,” she moaned and lifted her hips, letting him relieve her of the pretty panties.

Covertly using his linen napkin as a decoy, he lifted the emerald silk, only she could see tucked inside, to his nose. His deep inhalation followed with an appreciative, “You smell good enough to eat,” brought heat to her cheeks and a very different heat further down. He then chuckled low and rasped, “Oh, that’s right…I did.”

My God the man, her husband, was going to make her spontaneously combust. One would think, after all this time together, that wasn’t possible. Aimee was not a shy woman. Yes, being pregnant brought about some insecurity, but she was more than capable of sultry. Calling upon her inner goddess, she trailed her finger along her chocolate covered bottom lip. Nik watched in rapt fascination as her hand disappeared under the table. “Want another taste?” she challenged.

He growled in her ear, “Three. Now,” holding her hand between her legs, “tease yourself.” A little jerk of her fingers told him she wasn’t completely sure how far he wanted to take this. “Don’t you dare come,” he assured, keeping his hand on her upper thigh so he could feel her fingering herself.

Aimee’s head rested on Nik’s shoulder. For anyone who thought to glance over at the erotic scene taking place, all they’d notice was couple canoodling at the table. They’d assume correctly that this was going all the way in a more private setting. She entered herself and moved in and out with deliberate precision, glancing up to see Nik’s lids grow heavy. On a whim, she switched hands, bringing a wet finger to his mouth. His moan of pleasure sent shivers all over her body. Again, he growled, “No. Don’t.”

His barley contained rapture, sending her on the precarious edge of bliss. “I can’t stop,” she pleaded for the release as he stilled her small hand in his.

The inferno that met her gaze told her he was right there, too. “Check. Please,” came out in a rumble of need as he called over their server.


Copyright ©2016 Lora Ann


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A Christmas to Remember (An Erotic Tale) Part 1 by Lora Ann


A Christmas to Remember

(An Erotic Tale)

Part 1


Mascara brought out the green in her eyes as they scrutinized the black dress for the hundredth time. She tugged and angled her body, the baby bump drawing her hands to rub lovingly. “I love you, precious,” turning once more, “But, tonight, Mommy is going for sexy.” The little kick inside her womb reminding her that the love growing inside was the most beautiful blessing. Life was a gift she never wanted to take for granted. However, her husband had been so worried about her, the baby, and his brothers, that he’d distanced himself physically. Sure, he held her close, kissed her tenderly, talked to their bundle of joy often, and told Aimee how much he loved her frequently. But she needed more. Connection. Heat. Passion. To feel like a desired woman again.

With a fortifying breath, she went in search of Nik. They were the only ones staying at E’s place in the mountains. The rest of the family would be arriving in the next few days for Christmas. She glanced outside to see the soft flurries falling. Nothing heavy to prevent their date night. He was crouched in front of the fire, a gorgeous sight, she thought, admiring the hard muscle and lines of her husband’s delectable form—pure male perfection. Her small hands massaged his tense shoulders as she whispered, “Tonight is ours. Only you and me. Let everything else go.”

His large hand captured hers as he brought it to his mouth for a reverent kiss. Aimee fought the tears of the sweet gesture. She loved this man so, so much. Maybe she shouldn’t try seducing him and simply enjoy what he was most willing to give. She leaned forward to place her lips on the top of his head, inhaling the scent of his shampoo deeply. The sexy herbal mix with his natural spice igniting her pheromones.



Nik heard his wife’s soft moan. God, she was the sexiest woman alive. He still wasn’t sure he deserved her, but that didn’t stop him from appreciating the gift. He pulled her around to face him. His breath stilled. Amazing didn’t even begin to describe the beauty before him. Her eyes sparkled not just from pregnancy, but something else. Love was definitely there in spades. But there was a hint of more, burning brighter as his gaze devoured her from head to toe, toe to head.

His fingers traced along her jaw before coming to rest on her lips. A fuckable mouth he was all too aware of as his heated gaze locked on hers. “If we don’t leave now, little one…” he half growled out the threat, the promise of what he wanted to do with her.

She took a step backwards and preened for his pleasure, bringing out his appreciative, “You’re beautiful.” Aimee stopped with her back to his front. “Zip me?” She was torn between building the anticipation of what was to come, or diving right in. His nail gently scraped along her spine as she held her breath.

He valued delayed gratification. The building up and teasing an exciting part of love making. But the truth was, it’d been a long time since they’d been alone together. He knew she thought he no longer desired her. Nothing was further from the truth. She was more radiant, more stunning, as her ever-growing belly reminded him moment by moment of their love. He drew along her bra straps first with his fingertips, then the tip of his tongue. Fighting the urge to rip her clothes off, his hands went to her hips, fingers digging a little too hard as he pulled her body against his. Hips began to grind against a more than willing ass. She pushed back and he released her. Both breathing heavily, he turned her, bringing them face to face. “Tell me now, Lille, what you want.”

She angled her gaze to his and confessed, “You.”

“You have me,” he vowed.

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, reaching to tease along his zipper with her long glittered ruby red nails. “And…I need you.”

He pressed her hand against his erection and held it there, grinding against her palm, he rasped, “You’re right. Appetizer first.”

Before she could utter a word, his mouth was on hers while her dress pooled at her feet. His tongue sliding along hers with the promise of what he was going to do to her. God, she didn’t want to wait and gasped into his mouth, “Entrée.”

“You are hungry,” he nipped at her lips.

Oh, fuck, she needed him doing that to her pussy. “Very,” she admitted.

“Hmm…” he hummed with force down the line of her neck, sending shivers.

A tilt of her head gave him more access as she reached to free his heavy cock from its confines. Her fingers stroking the length, once, twice, before she wrapped her hand around his girth. He was a big man, especially here, and her fingers could not touch. Her appreciation mewled out, “I want you in my mouth.”

He groaned between her voluptuous tits, “You first.”

She squeezed as she moved her hand from head to root and back again. “Together.”

His mouth now sucking at her nipple. He gently pulled her to the floor so she was astride his shoulders. He traced the line of her pretty emerald green silk panties much like he’d done with her matching bra. Easing them to the side as his tongue teased her most sensitive spot. “So close, little one.”

Her gasp along his head confirmed what her body was already telling him. But then, as the tip of her tongue swirled in his arousal, she knew he was right there with her.

Copyright ©2016 Lora Ann


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Title: Fire

Series: Beautiful Ashes, Book 2

Author: Lora Ann

Genre: Dark Romance, Erotic Thriller

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The highly anticipated continuation of Keeley and Tar’s journey has arrived and battle lines have been drawn.

Keeley’s world goes pitch black when she’s caught in one too many lies that destroy the only man who ever loved her.  Taunted by the demons of addiction and pain, she fights to become the woman Tar deserves.

Every fiber of Tar’s being wants to rip things to shreds. Driven by rage and anger, he’s damn sure there’s nothing he can change to fix it.  And it doesn’t alter the facts…Keeley has done the one thing he isn’t sure he can ever forgive.

Tar and Keeley need love and light, but when a ruthless cartel takes Tar’s brother, he and Keeley must come together in the ultimate battle against the darkness … but it has other plans.

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Keeley reached forward to smooth out that deep V between his eyes and heard his deep intake of breath. So much to say but she wasn’t sure how long her voice would cooperate, or if he’d be able to hear her raspy whisper. Frustration filled her, spilling down her cheeks, which brought more worry to his brutally handsome face. “I’m sorry. So, so sorry for hurting you.” She wiped the flowing tears away and continued, “Sorry for lying to you. I sh-should…”

“No. No. No should’ve. It’s not all your fault, Keeley. I owe you an apology, too.” She leaned within kissing distance and he sweetly pulled out of range. Next, he hit his knees before her but never broke eye contact. “I failed you. I let you down. I broke a promise. A man is nothing without his word. I violated that in the most dishonorable of ways.” More tears streamed down her beautiful face as she shook her head. “Yes, I did. You know it’s true.” His hand was now above her left breast against her heart. He felt it beating harder. “You feel it,” not a little awe in his voice laced with hope. “Let me make it up to you. Show you how sorry I am. Prove to you that your love is enough. That we can work through this and be stronger.” Her breathing hitched but she was still shaking her head. “Your darkness doesn’t scare me, Tigress. Please, can I have another chance to prove that to you?” He waited on baited breath. This was it. That question determined it all.

Their future.

Their love.

She held his heart in the palm of her tiny hand.

God, the man was breathtaking. She did not deserve him. The kind thing to do would be to set him free. But her heart, her soul refused. “I’ve made mistakes. Some…unforgivable.” Her head dropped while she stared at the floor.

Firm fingers lifted her chin. “Look at me, Keeley Ann Kincaid.”

She didn’t want to. Had no desire to see his disappointment or chastisement. Again, she focused in another direction.

He sighed heavily. “You’re killing me here, Viper. Please look at me,” he begged.

That got her attention and brought her tear filled gaze to his. What she saw stole her breath. Unadulterated love danced in his gorgeous emerald eyes. Brighter from the unshed tears he held at bay. She couldn’t help but study how they clung to his thick raven lashes. For her. He was pleading for her forgiveness, for her love. For a second chance. “All that is shattered can be mended,” she barely whispered and locked her little fingers around his large ones on her chin, shifting them away.


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Everything about the man screamed danger, so, of course, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Confidence radiated off of him in waves. I was immediately reminded of how you could tell a man made love by the way he danced. Although I was not delusional, this man would not make love. No. He would fuck. The thought made me wet. All of a sudden, I became aware of several things at once: He inexorably danced me into the shadows while Michael Bublé sang, “I’ve Got You Under My Skin.” The actual performer was there live, and, honestly, I couldn’t imagine a better song for how I felt at that moment. The next thing I knew, he had pulled me through a door I never noticed before.
I looked up at him and inquired, “Where are you taking me?”
His lips curved up slightly as he replied, “Somewhere quiet.”
Oh, my word. I had let a complete stranger drag me away from everyone and everything. And damn, if the idea didn’t excite me more. You would think I’d be a bit more concerned about my safety. For all I knew, this guy was an axe murderer. Yet, for some reason, I completely trusted him. I knew he would never hurt me physically. Although I was quite sure, the man had left more than one broken heart in his wake.
We slipped into a small library/office. The room was dimly lit; thus, I reached over to turn on a lamp sitting on a side table.
“Don’t,” he murmured.
I really wanted to know how his voice truly sounded. So far, the few words he had spoken were all whispered; therefore, I couldn’t hear it clearly. I did catch a slight rasp with a hint of some kind of accent but nothing discernable. Gah! The man became more frustrating by the moment. I heard the door lock, and then he was in front of me. He caressed up and down my sides, nibbling along my neck. I leaned to the side to give him better access, all the while I made little mewling noises.
He suckled the tender spot just below my earlobe. “Tell me to stop if I’ve misread the attraction between us,” he demanded.
No way in hell I was doing that. The electricity was arcing between our bodies with a mind of its own. Instead, I begged for more. “Please.”

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