Sunday, February 26, 2006

Another excerpt from CHOSEN

I created a cool quiz to help you determine which Starlight Serenade Vol. II AmberPax hero is your kind of guy. It was fun to make, but why have one guy when you can have five? This AmberPax collection offers a variety of wonderful stories, some funny, some with loads of tension. And all are excellent.

Here's the run-down:

Arena by Grace Draven
High Roller by Caitlyn Willows
Ken'Ja by Bernadetter Gardner
Out of Space by Brit Blaise
And of course Chosen: The Chronicles of Winter by moi

As promised, here's another excerpt. To set the scene, Winter and Brogan have less than a day together before he delivers her to her mate, Ichori...

"Space travel doesn't seem to agree with you, Brogan. Why do you do this kind of work?"

"I like hunting. Worlds along the inner ring of planets around Xerres are only a few hours away. The outer rings maybe a day or two at most." He stretched and opened his mouth for a big yawn. "Most hunting is done on land. That part I love."

My hands rested on his shoulders. "Want a massage?"

He smiled and shook his head. Even with the smile, his reflection in the star-filled viewer remained somber. The expression on his face matched the heaviness in my chest.

I sighed and rubbed his temples. "You look like you want something."

Brogan pressed a few buttons on the arm of his chair. The door to the cockpit closed, the chair lowered about a foot, and the lights overhead went black. But there was still enough light for me to see something wicked dance in his eyes.

"I want to touch the back of your throat with my cock."

Who was I to argue with that?

The seat reclined slightly, and he reached overhead to anchor both hands behind the top of the chair. I braced my hands on the torn leather of the seat and started with his lips. They didn't respond.

I reared back to see what was wrong. His teeth gleamed in the dim room when he spoke. "That's not my cock."

I folded my arms across my chest. "I was getting to that."

"Not fast enough." He eyed me up and down, waiting. I held onto his knees and went down on mine. When I started for the opening of his pants, the blur of his hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it away. I was baffled but played along.

He sat up and threaded his fingers through my hair. "I think it's time you learned what men like on Xerres. Undress." His voice was almost cold. Sensing my uncertainty, he planted a kiss on the tip of my nose.

"You want to train me to please another man?" The stupid words were out of my mouth before I had a chance to think them through. Hurt filled his features.

He released my hair and looked out to the stars.

"We'll be there in less than a day, Winter."

I smiled in apology and tried to lighten the mood. "All the more reason to teach me how to do things properly on Xerres."

"I'm not in the mood anymore."

I wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to touch him. We had hardly any time left. I began to calculate how many times we could fuck in sixteen hours and went straight for his cock. It had lost its enthusiasm during our conversation but twitched after several persuasive strokes.

He repositioned his hands behind the chair as I dropped down to my knees again.

A mocking tsk tsk left his lips. "Didn't I ask you to undress?"

"I wanted to hear you ask twice." I yanked my shirt over my head and undid my bra. He leaned down until his fingers found my nipples. He tugged on them roughly, using them to guide me closer to him. My hands sought his shoulders and slid on the silky fabric of his tunic. He held my waist and kept my lips from touching his. I hated not kissing him.

"Jeans off."

I eased the zipper down and took my time slipping them over my hips. When I unknotted the ties of his pants, he stood, and the hanjeeri wisped down to unleash his erection. He sat back down, and I settled onto my knees for the third time that night, licking and pumping him until the chair was slick with his sweat. He groaned, and I watched with pride as he choked the arms of his seat in agony. When his cum hit hot against my throat, I was ready to drown in it. I wrenched from him every spasm, every ounce without losing a drop.

He took a minute to recover, then pulled me into his lap. When I brought his hand to my pussy, he didn't cooperate. Part of the game, I assumed.

My teeth nipped his earlobe. "That was fun."

"I guess that's good." He lowered his voice and turned my face toward him. "That's how Ichori likes it."

I considered his words. "Every time?"

"Most Xerrian men prefer to be in control. I'm not sure what he'll think of you."

"Maybe he won't like me. Maybe he'll give me back to you when he finds out what I'm like."

"He mentioned that you would be fiery. Spirited. He said he was looking forward to that." He pulled me closer to him. "On Cronith, in the outer ring, there is a small tenacious creature like your pit bull dog called the besemi. Ichori called you that."

"I wouldn't describe myself that way. More like an impulsive, clumsy lab always slamming into walls when she tries to catch a toy."

He laughed at my description. "You've been like a besemi after me, biting my heels at every turn to get inside my pants."

"It paid off, didn't it? And maybe if I disappoint him, he'll cast me off. I could pretend to have too much spirit or none at all. He wouldn't want me then." I was getting desperate; I'd do anything to stay by Brogan's side if I thought it would work.

"Don't try to irritate him. I don't want you to get in trouble." He lightly pinched a nipple and kissed my forehead. "But if he rejects you, I'll be waiting."

"Speaking of waiting..."

I placed his hand on my mound once again. He slipped two fingers between the fur of my pussy. Stars whizzed by. I shut my eyes to them while my own supernova flashed behind closed eyelids. Nothing else existed. No Ichori or Xerres. Just the fingers of a man whose name I called out as they pulsed between my thighs on our last night together.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Nonspecific ramblings

TODAY'S MOOD: Saboteur
ALBUM OF THE WEEK: Midnite Vultures by Beck
FAVORITE LYRIC: "I'll leave graffiti where you've never been kissed."

Damn! Wish he would. Beck is a genius. When I first gave this a listen a few weeks ago (yeah, I'm a bit behind the times), it didn't do anything for me. But I tried it again, and, man, it's grown on me like a fungus.

Made some break-throughs in my current WIP, Topping Tora. This is the longest work I've ever attempted (35K -- stop laughing), and I think my voice is staying consistent throughout. That and logic errors are problematic for me when I write longer stuff. Here's the short blurb:

Tora Wolff and Jovan Creel didn’t ask to become the Nick and Nora of the BDSM world.

Too bad no one told the dead bodies.

It's an interracial BDSM murder mystery. Looks like I'm trying to hit all the sub-genres there. LOL I'm aiming for print publication with this one. Wish me luck.

So, why saboteur? I'm not exactly knocking myself out in the job search thing. We need the dough, but this time I want a job I want. Most of my job history evolved because I took the first thing I could get. I can do better. And I will, no matter how many freakin' peanut butter and jelly sandwiches we end up eating.

I just happened to remember one of my favorite sites, Dark Passage. If you're feeling a little rebellious, check them out. When I was in my late adolescence, me and some buddies would "explore" empty houses. The kind with missing roofs and No Tresspassing signs posted everywhere.

I liked the decay and seeing how people had left things. The tenants of these houses didn't pack. They left in a hurry or else the place belonged to an older person with no relatives to take care of the place. I admired the peeling wallpaper, the state of the kitchen, the smells...

Dark Passage takes you to creepier spots: Mental wards, sewers in Vienna, abandoned jails. Eerie, but it draws you in.


Monday, February 20, 2006

Fun with...

OPB (Other people's blogs)

Since I'm not much for blogging about myself these days, I thought I'd share what I find out there in blog land that tickles my funny bone.

Today's belly laughs were courtesy of Steve's Laws of Writing by Master Nage, a D/s writer whose name I've frequently seen on the web. I'd never taken the time to find out more about him until today. Bad move on my part. His work seems like it'd be right up my, um, alley.

Steve's Laws of Writing are very entertaining... As is his website. Check him out. Looks like he'd make a great addition to my TBR pile, which I'm about to drown in at this point.


I got one today that said, "All love enhancers on one portal."

First off, I'd rather any enhancers go "in" a portal. Secondly, why just one portal? Three portals offer much more flexibility... ;)

And when our federal client axed our contract in the beginning of February, HR suggested we post our resumes on Should you ever be in my unfortunate circumstance, please don't take that advice. If I get another freakin' email saying, "We saw you're [sic] resume on, and we'd like to talk to you..." I'm gonna scream. How about, "Positions for you!"? I got a position for them--on their knees.

Days like these, I wish I could be a professional Domme. With all the 'boss lady/incompetent employee' fantasies running rampant through my head, I'd do an excellent job of humiliating the office boys and providing the proper corrective discipline. Sounds like I should write about this...

Back to the job hunt. *sigh*

Saturday, February 18, 2006


Copyright © 2006 by Laura Bacchi
ISBN 1-59279-494-7
Cover Art © 2006 Trace Edward Zaber
Now available at

I'm soooo excited! My first novella-length sci-fi erotica is out at Amber Quill Press.

And if you like futuristic erotica, join the authors of the Starlight Serenade AmberPax Collections starting Sunday, February 19th for a week of excerpts and fun at the AmberHeat Readers Loop:

Here's the blurb and an excerpt:

Sometimes you can't have the man you want...even if he wants you.

Winter Anderson is about to go where no Hertford County, North Carolina resident has gone before. Her ex left her in major debt, she hates her job, and a gorgeous piece of man named Brogan wants to escort her across the cosmos to be the mate of his planet's leader. But what should be the experience of a lifetime is quickly turning into something miserable. She's falling hard for Brogan, and although he's starting to have feelings for her, he's too damned honorable to keep her for himself.


(Set up: Winter asks her best friend Bailey to take her picture with a truck sporting the license plates S-Z-E-M-T-R-S. Size Matters. Unfortunately, Winter's dress gets caught behind the front plate--and Bailey leaves her to deal with the truck's owner on her own...)

He reached down and pulled at my dress. "Well, this could be a problem." His green eyes burned through me. My mouth went dry. "If you're not detached soon, I might end up ramming you from behind." He slid his thumb through a belt loop, daring me to respond.

Somehow I kept my jaw from becoming completely unhinged. I put my hands on my hips and retaliated with all the brazenness I could muster. "Sturdy gals like me can handle a little ramming from behind." When I looked him up and down with a steamy leer, his face became unreadable.

He changed the subject. "Does size matter?"

"To me or to most women?" I needed to stall, to find some other ammunition to fire back at him. He certainly hadn't been fazed by anything I had said thus far.

"I'm asking you."

I tried to get my bearings, but the fire between my upper thighs made it damned hard to think. "Length is nice. Girth is better." I decided to keep things direct and simple. Witty retorts weren't exactly leaping off my tongue. Then I made the mistake of looking at the bulge in his jeans and lingering there. "And lucky for me, you seem to be blessed with both." The words had bypassed my brain and run straight out of my mouth.

His smile vanished.

He leaned down to place a hand under my dress and grazed the inner curve of my thigh. Fingers explored both the lace and the skin, while his other hand checked out the hem caught behind the plate. When he lifted the front of my dress and held it with his thumb, the smell of my arousal filled the air between us, making it obvious I was horny as hell.

"It's a bit tangled. This could take a while." He looked up to gauge my reaction with those gorgeous eyes as his palm swept higher on my thigh. My tongue darted over my lips in expectation. I had a good idea about what he was planning to do. And I could hardly wait.

My eyes searched the lawn and building. Luckily everyone was out of sight, probably congregating around the kegs set up behind the lodge. I met his gaze, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted.

My breathing accelerated when his thumb released the fabric. At least that would cover what was happening should someone get close. Then I braced myself with the hand still on the hood and parted my legs. As his fingers touched black satin, the air rushed out of my lungs and a spasm of pleasure shot through my pussy. His breaths came quick and hot through the thin crepe of my dress, scorching the same thigh he had caressed moments ago. He stroked the crotch of my panties, probably encouraged by the fact they were completely soaked.

A soft moan escaped me, and I fought to remain standing. My body rocked with every subtle movement of his hand. When he made his way to the edge of my panties, I grabbed a fistful of his thick hair. I needed to scream and writhe and show him exactly how much I wanted him. Why did we have to be in a public place?

A finger crept under elastic and played in the slickness beneath before tracing my inner lips. Then he explored the center of me, white-hot and molten, slipping the finger in and out as if he had all day to coat the whole of my cunt with the wetness he had created. His hand finally picked up speed, coiling inside my pussy until I almost begged him to slam me against the truck and fuck me blind. Without warning, he pulled out, and I whimpered in response.

But I forgave him with a soft gasp when the pad of his fingertip found my clit. He circled it and teased it until my knees buckled. Chuckling, he wrapped his free arm around me for support. He continued to probe the swollen stripe of flesh, searching for the perfect spot to make me scream.

He must have sensed that I was ready to explode, because he cruelly whisked his hand away. I wanted to throttle him. My eyes flew open, and I yanked the hair threaded through my fingers.

"Don't stop."

His expression offered some sympathy. "If you come right here, I have a strong suspicion that it's not going to be too subtle."

He let go of the dress, and the back of it was free. "If it's any consolation, I'm close to bursting myself. Tell your friend I'm taking you home." It wasn't a request.

I pushed away from the vehicle. One thigh pressed against the other in an effort to steady myself and clamp down on the floodgates above. Brogan put his finger between his lips and sucked.

That's all it took.

I clenched my sex to stop the first wave of pleasure that rolled through me. Holding back only heightened the sensation, and the lips on my face quivered like the ones below, unleashing a torrent of sensations. My womb rocked and shuddered as each blissful jolt pounded in my clit. The intensity of the climax took its sweet time subsiding. Slowly, the sounds of the picnic registered in my ears.

I expected to see a smirk or some other sign of self-satisfaction on his face. His features displayed shock and remorse instead, like he was beating himself up over what he had done to me.

"Get in the truck, Aly-enna." He startled me with his gruffness and whatever the hell he'd just called me. I couldn't move.

"Now." The command came through gritted teeth.

For some stupid reason I got in the truck.

Laura Bacchi

Friday, February 17, 2006

More about, well, me

Sorry to be neglectful to my Bits, but I got laid-off and my life has been a mess. Today was my second day on the dole, and, boy, was I productive. After dropping my daughter off at school, I got back in my PJs, ate carbs, took a nap, and surfed the net all day. Ugh.

On a happier note, I just got word that my latest interview is up. Check out Novelspot for more "bits" about me :)