Surprise!
LOL, looks like “Viva Los Regalos: Cocked Dice” will debut tomorrow instead of next week. I probably had the days all mixed up! Anyway, I’ve put a link to the book page on the cover, so you can click there to get to the book at Changeling Press.
Here’s a sneak peek, just for you blog readers. R rated excerpt :D!
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“You like an easy piece of ass.”
His hand landed hard on her ass and Amy cried out, a sound caught between a screech and a scream. “Shut up, Amy, before you really piss me off.”
Enraged, Amy balled her hands into fists. She was in an unwieldy position, but there was no damn way she’d let him get away with spanking her. She lifted her fists, aiming for his kidneys, when an odd thought struck her. Opening her right hand, she slammed the palm against the taut ridge of his left ass cheek. Hard.
Vince stumbled and Amy smiled with feral pleasure. “Don’t spank me again, Vince.”
His palm slapped against her bottom in retort. A little harder than before, hard enough to really sting. Amy gasped as intense waves of desire vibrated outward from the impact point, over the wet lips of her sex, up her spine, and back down to her pussy. Trying to ignore the tight ball of need burning hot and strong in her belly, and a little unnerved by the intensely sexual sensations radiating outward from her bottom, she decided two could play at this game. Amy opened her other fist and slapped Vincent’s ass again.
She didn’t miss his harsh groan or the tightening of his arms around her thighs. While her desire grew less out of the pain of the smacks but from her already heightened state of sexual arousal, she knew Vince’s reaction was all about the spanking.
When his large palm landed on her backside again, the direction of their jaunt was clear. They didn’t say a word as Vince continued to haul her toward the Dusty Star. The steady sound of flesh meeting cloth-covered bottoms was the conversation. She shivered as her pussy grew wetter, but she returned his volley nonetheless.
Vince reciprocated with a muffled groan. Amy moaned and returned the favor. Over and over. Halfway between The Luxy Lady and the Dusty Star, Vince stopped and literally beat her ass, landing blow after blow, until Amy was on the verge of bawling from pure sexual frustration. One glancing caress over her pussy and she’d burst apart.
“Vincent!” She screamed his name, writhed on his shoulder. She smelled herself on the air, the erotically musky scent of feminine arousal unmistakable.
His breathing was harsh, labored. “Are you going to stop?” The words vibrated through his chest.
“No!” Amy pummeled on his backside, crying out when he slammed them into the side of a building. Her sore ass ached, throbbed, against the cool façade of stone. The cold against the fire of her skin enhanced her pain, enraged her desire, and she sobbed, caught in a web of agony and ecstasy.
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