Monday, January 21, 2013

Bound at the Ball- Preorder Available

Releases 1/28/2013 (one week)

Bound is the first release of the new year for me and I'm super excited about it. Once again I've found myself writing a sci-fi/ furturistic story about a girl who is stronger than she seems. I loved this story!

Here's the blurb:
Rella Cinder was born to the submissive race on her planet and has finally reached the age of maturity. She has hated her nature since birth and has fought her submissiveness. As the youngest of four sisters, she’s watched the others go off and look for mates. This time she’s forced to comply with the government’s edicts, which includes attending the Unity Ball and taking a mate from the warrior species. What she doesn’t know is that she has already caught the eye of a warrior before stepping foot into the Ball.
Warrior Sabar T'Brun is ready to take a mate but doesn’t want a weak female. He sees what he craves in the willful Rella during her Initiation Ceremony. Her sweet submission and soft cries of passion are exactly what he wants in a mate.
Can they find each other before the Unity Ball ends? Or will someone else claim her?

And an excerpt:
He knelt on the bed, all proud and erect, and closed the distance between their bodies. Brushing a strand of her hair away from her cheek, he bent down and nuzzled her neck. His breath whispered across her skin, raising goose bumps and sending more heat to her pussy. “Don’t worry so much. I am going to pleasure you and take away the ache, but I’m too close to my own release. If you keep touching me, I won’t make it.”
She relaxed into the bed at his words. She wasn’t being punished. She was being restrained so he could prolong their intimacy. A warm palm stroked her stomach, moving up her side until his thumb stroked the underside of her breast. His lips nipped and kissed her neck and shoulder. Exhales tickled over her skin. His fingers circled a nipple, causing it to pucker with a twinge of erotic pain. She unconsciously arched her back, pressing her breast closer to his hand. She whimpered when he rolled and pinched the nub, pulling on it until she was straddling the line between pain and pleasure.
When his hand slid down her body and rested over her mound, she pressed her hips up, inviting him silently to invade her folds. She needed him to touch her, needed the climax that was hovering around her lower half like a specter. She’d been so close so many times while under the influence of the Linax oil that her body seemed primed and ready to go with a single touch. Her clit throbbed and begged to be stroked. It wouldn’t take much to send her soaring.
“I want you to come, Rella. You aren’t far from it now. Don’t fight it. Just let the sensations roll over you.”
He didn’t give her time to respond. Two fingers slid between her swollen labia and swirled around her clit. He put slight pressure on the nub and rubbed in fast, tight circles. She cried out. His mouth sucked one of her nipples between his lips, and his tongue took up the same rhythm as his fingers. Her body tightened, coiling. Pain bled quickly into pleasure, and everything went white. Intense, mind-blowing pleasure coursed through every inch of her skin. Her eyes went blind, her ears deaf, her mind numb. Her skin remained sensitized, and every slight movement he made, each circle around her aching flesh, wrenched another convulsion from her, another moan from her lips.
Coming to was a religious experience. It eclipsed all other feelings she’d ever endured. Her voice still echoed in the room, tears streamed down her cheeks, but her body was light and finally at peace. She’d forgotten what it felt like to just float within her own mind, sated and relaxed. Eyes weighted with languid relief opened slowly to find Sabar watching her with open desire. The realization that she just experienced the mother of all orgasms and he was still hard made her move. Reaching for him and pulling him to her lips was natural, normal. Licking her tongue across his was coming home, safe and tantalizing.

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