Saturday, February 18, 2006
Just released! CHOSEN: THE CHRONICLES OF WINTER
CHOSEN: THE CHRONICLES OF WINTER
Copyright © 2006 by Laura Bacchi
Cover Art © 2006 Trace Edward Zaber
Now available at http://amberquillpress.com/Chosen.html
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: firstname.lastname@example.org
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.
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.
Posted by Laura Bacchi