EXCERPT from MY DEMON LOVER

**Note** You must be 18 years old or older to read this excerpt.

 

 

EXCERPT #1

I didn’t know much about wine, but this stuff was delicious. In the deep recesses of my still conscious mind, I was aware of imbibing too much, but I pushed that niggling thought away quickly. This tête-à-tête with Ian was too delightful to spoil with puritanical nagging.

He leaned back in the chair, a satisfied expression on his handsome face. “Well, Marley, this is cozy. I can’t think of anyplace else I’d rather be right now.”

I could. In bed with him. Of course I did not express this primitive need. “Not even the Greek Islands?” I teased.

“Depends who’s with me.”

There was a wicked gleam in those hooded gray eyes. Were his thoughts on the same wave length as mine? He couldn’t be telepathic like Damian. I was in big trouble if he was.

I was aware of a heated flush on my cheeks. A languorous warmth was stealing through my entire body robbing me of rational thought. The throbbing moisture gathering between my thighs was not helping any either.

Ian eyed the wine bottle, examining the remaining contents. “Just enough for half a glass each,” he proclaimed as he topped off my glass and added the rest to his.

By this time I was too carefree to give a damn. I raised my glass and looked directly into his eyes. “Let’s have another toast.”

Ian clicked his glass against mine, his lips quirked in a sensual smile. “To us—and to the rest of the evening…” He hesitated here and then leaned forward. In a low tone he added, “Doing what we both want to do.”



EXCERPT # 2


MARLEY'S FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH HER DEMON LOVER

A little further on he lowered me to a thick, grassy carpet. “We’ll rest here awhile.” He stretched out next to me, one arm possessively holding my waist, the other propped on an elbow. “Well, Marley,” he intoned, “beware what you wish for.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Bewildered I turned my head in his direction.

His head lowered as he took my lips in a hard, demanding kiss that seemed to go on forever. The hand on my waist moved up slowly to cup my breast.

That familiarity ought to have been threatening. I should have pulled away.

His mouth left mine as he told me, in no uncertain terms, “Don’t even try. You want this as much as I do.”

Pride forced me to say something--anything. “You’re imagining things. I don’t even know you.” As I was protesting, his thumb was teasing the taut peaks of one breast, circling the tight bud as it strained against the sheer fabric of my gown.

His touch sent a jolt of heat from the tips of my toes to my head. I was engulfed in a flame of yearning desire, at once mortifying and pleasurable.

He knew exactly where to caress me as his large hands explored and titillated each erogenous zone. When his hand slid between my thighs and began to tangle in the moist, swollen folds of my cunt, alarm bells went off.

Pushing him away, I attempted to sit up. “No--I don’t want this. Please--please go away.”
I could tell he was more amused than annoyed. “Really?” he drawled.. “Is that what you want me to do? Be honest, Marley. Haven’t you hungered for a man’s touch?”

 

 

 

 

EXCERPT from MY VIRTUAL LOVER

**Note** You must be 18 years old or older to read this excerpt.

 

 

 

"I want to see all of you."  Peter lifted me up to slide my gown completely off and ran his hands down the length of my body.  "If I were an artist, I would paint you."  His long fingers traced the contours of my belly and upper thighs, ignoring my heated core, for the moment.  His unhurried but thorough exploration increased the knot of tension coiled at the pit of my stomach.  He was still dressed while I was nude, adding to my vulnerability, intensifying my craving.

 

"Lay down while I learn what is pleasurable to you."  His deep voice and vivid green eyes had a hypnotic effect; I did as he ordered.  I seemed to have no will of my own.

 

With closed eyes I lay on my side, thighs apart, while he probed every private place with careful, measured motions.  I moaned softly as he examined the folds of my sex.

 

"You're getting hot and wet here," he said, slipping a finger into my cunt.  "Good--I like it when my touch excites you."

 

There was an objective, almost impersonal quality to this encounter, which stimulated my sexual appetite.  A stranger was discovering everything about my secret yearnings; all I had to do was be quiet and accept this lush gift.

 

How did Peter know all the right moves, the strokes that tantalized me, the light touch that teased and titillated?  I couldn't have ordered a more perfect lover.

 

Sensing my rising passion, he paused a moment.  I arched my back and cried out a protest.

 

"Patience, Val," he said firmly.  "Delaying gratification increases the thrill."

 

I didn't want to delay anything.  Caught in a maelstrom of hot desire, I swallowed my pride and begged for relief.  A thought flashed through my overheated mind.  Could there be a sadistic streak in him?  If so, it only added fuel to the raging fire burning within.