Monday Sucks, Here's Some Smut from my WIP

Because it's Monday and you deserve something good, here's a scene from SITD and Caleb jerking it. ;)

Seduced in Dark (The Dark Duet, Book #2) by CJ Roberts: 

Coming September 2012

“Uh!” That was the noise. Like a grunt mixed with a whimper.

“Uh!” This time something inside my belly tightened, muscle memory. I should have ignored it, but I couldn’t. In spite of everything that had happened to me, everything Caleb had put me through by deed or design, I still thought him the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“Min fadlik!” he sighed loudly, but I didn’t know what it meant. Whatever it was though, it sounded…needy. What did Caleb need? And why did I find the idea of his need so intriguing?

I needed him to touch me, not want, because I didn’t want him to, I needed him to. Only his arms wrapped around me could make the nightmare dissipate, only the smell of him made me forget the fetid breath of the men who had attacked me. Only his. I was always grateful for his presence and resentful of it.

More sounds came from the bathroom and I couldn’t resist. I couldn't stop the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins urging me into some kind of action, anything that would reveal to me what was happening behind the closed door.

I forced my steps toward the bathroom door, my body trembled and my palms were wet with sweat, but I couldn’t stop myself from knowing.

“Fuck.” The obscenity was little more than a whisper beyond the door as I pressed my ear against it. “Oh…yes baby” then something in another language, then “open your pussy.” I nearly fell against the door as my knees went weak. Between my legs I felt a gentle throbbing, that seemed to keep pace with my heart. Please, please don’t be fucking someone else.

I could hear the fan was on, which might have been why he felt safe making sounds. If I hadn’t been awake, I wouldn’t have heard him. I wondered if this was the first time. Forcing bravery I didn’t really feel I pressed on the latch to open the door. I gripped the latch in my fist until sweat seemed to squeeze between my fingers. The shower was to the left of the door, and I worried I wouldn’t be able to see without opening it fully and making my presence known, but there was a mirror to the right where I might be able to see his reflection. I could only pray he wasn’t directly facing the door or the mirror.

The door opened, just a crack, barely enough to get a finger through, but still my heart felt crammed into my throat for those breathless seconds I waited, hoping not to hear him yell at me or make a startled sound. Instead I only heard his heavy breathing and those same groaning sounds from before accompanied by a wet staccato rhythm. I knelt on the floor, not trusting my legs to support me as I pressed my cheek flush with the door and peeked inside. The room was steamy even with the fan and it aggravated me to no end. But soon, some of it cleared and I could just make out a shape in the mirror.

I dared to open the door a little wider, my adrenaline pumping through me in proportionate degrees to the opening in front of me. More steam drifted out of the room and settled on my face and neck, dripping like sweat into the well of my breasts before being absorbed by my shirt. The mirror was much clearer and finally I could make out the image in the shower.

I gasped, but Caleb didn’t hear me. I was sure he couldn’t. He was much too absorbed in what he was doing alone in the shower, only a few feet away from my prying eyes. I should have felt embarrassed or guilty but there was no way I could feel those things. All I could feel was the throbbing between my legs and the sharp pang of lust that punched me in the belly. He was fucking…perfect. Sooo fucking perfect.

He was facing the shower so I could only see him in profile. His skin was pink and white from the intensity of the water. One arm was braced against the wall, his long legs spread for balance as his head dipped toward his chest and he panted. His other arm was ridged; the muscles tense while his large hand held his enormous erection in his hand. I swallowed hard and licked steam from my lips.

The head was thick and a deep dusky pink as it slipped through his fist. The column of his cock seemed to get thicker the closer it got to his body, until his fingers had to grip hard to keep him contained at the base, as though his cock were an arrow and his fist the quiver. He didn’t shuttle his hand up and down the length of it, instead he rocked his hips into his fist, making the well-muscled globes of his ass hollow on each side as he thrust forward, his large, heavy-looking balls swaying between his splayed legs in a fluent rhythm.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away, didn’t even try. I wondered how much cum he held inside those large balls and if he’d given me all of it when he’d cum in my hand and on my breasts. I thought about the only time he’d been inside me and I could remember the sound of them slapping against the wet flesh of my pussy as he held me bent over and drove that meaty cock into me. The throbbing between my legs was intense. My own thoughts had me panting and wet. My thoughts were dirty and sexy and they flooded my body with every sensation imaginable.
“Make him love you,” Ruthless Me whispered. “Make it so he can’t live without you.”
“I can’t,” I whispered back. “I tried. He said my attempts are laughable. He doesn’t.”
“He will.”
“Uh…mmm…come on.” Caleb’s eyes were shut tight; his beautiful mouth open and the sexiest sounds I’d heard in my life were coming out of him.

His hips were thrusting faster, the cheeks of his ass flexing up and down as he put real effort into reaching his climax. He leaned his body forward resting his forehead against his forearm as he gritted his teeth and pumped that monstrous thing he called a cock back and forth through his wet fist. Rivulets of water fell from all over his gorgeous body and I was suddenly so thirsty. I wanted to kneel at his feet and lick water off of him, especially that impressive cock. I wanted to lick water off of it and suck it.

I was thinking of all the things I wanted to do when he let out a grunt, followed by a painful whine as ropes of thick semen burst out of his dick and covered his large hand before dripping down toward those heavy balls and eventually the shower floor.

Caleb was panting hard, his shoulders rising and falling with the effort. His beautiful face was red with exertion, but if possible, it made him look even more handsome. I wanted to continue to admire him, but doing so felt like a betrayal – of me. The facts were still the facts and the facts were that he didn’t really care about me. He was using me and each day I didn’t find a way out of this predicament was another day closer to the one when he would sell me to a cruel stranger.

YOU'RE WELCOME! LOL

Captive in the Dark celebrates 5,000 copies sold!

I am sitting at my computer in shock right now. I never dreamed this level of success was possible for me and I am overwhelmed by the level of gratitude that I am feeling. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!

Getting here was not an easy journey for me. When I left the U.S. Air Force in January of 2008, I had a lot of hopes for the future and a belief that I had done everything in my power to prepare myself for the journey ahead. I was a rock star in the military, I worked hard, I played harder and I was rewarded by my superiors and my subordinates alike. I worked a full-time job and I went to school full-time as well. I had a baby and went back to school two weeks later to sweep my finals. I graduated college with a 4.0. I felt ready for 'the real world' I had heard so much about since I joined up at 17. What I received was a harsh dose of how unfair 'the real world' can be.

There weren't companies just chomping at the bit to hire me, the best I could do was get a job as a secretary at a failing securities firm - part time of course. I was only there a few months before the company was bought out and I was the first to be 'down sized'.

My second job was as a Project Manager at a marketing firm. I really enjoyed the people there, but the pay was nearly non-existent and though I longed to express myself creatively, I found that being at the bottom, after spending so much time at the top was a tough pill for me to swallow. All my college learning meant nothing, all my military experience counted for nothing. I felt as though the last ten years of my life had been wasted professionally.

To compound matters, my husband was working as a contractor in Iraq for those first two years, making the money that was needed to dig ourselves out of debt and keep us afloat. For all intents and purposes, I was a single mom in a city where I knew next to no one. It was a very dark time for me and I didn't know how I was ever going to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Through all this, I kept writing. I kept pouring myself into my world of fiction, because it felt as though it was the only place I could make sense of things. I wrote a little every day, whenever I could, whenever the inspiration would not let me be. I was lonely, depressed, and unsettled. So much of the pain in Captive in the Dark resonates with people because in many ways, the pain is real. The story is fiction, but the pain was mine.

My husband believed in me though, believed in my talent and even though I told him how defeated I was, he told me to hold my head high and keep writing. He told me I wasn't meant for 'the real world'.

In March of 2009, I finished my first draft of Dark: A Tale of Capture and Seduction. At the urging of my husband and the few friends I had made, I left my job at the marketing firm and decided to dedicate my efforts to getting published.

I WAS REJECTED BY EVERY ONE! I received over 28 rejection letters and each one broke my heart into new, fragmented pieces.

But I didn't give up.

I went online and found Katie; she was a top reviewer for Amazon and after reading her reviews I knew she was 1) Like-minded 2) Very thorough in saying what worked and didn't for a novel 3) Constructive. I immediately wasted no time in trying to get in touch with her and much to my elation, she took a chance on me.

Katie wasn't crazy about my novel either, but what she said to me has always stayed with me: 'I liked it so much I wanted to like it more.' She told me I was better than I was allowing myself to be. She knew I could surpass being average and because of her I went back to editing for TWO YEARS. I opened up a daycare to make ends meet, and still do that today.

She introduced me to Amanda and between the two of them they didn't let one damn word slide if it wasn't to their liking. I hated them sometimes, but I love them for being okay with that. LOL

By 2011 I had a polished novel entitled: Captive in the Dark and plans for a sequel Seduced in the Dark.

The last ten years have not been a waste, the Air Force taught me perseverance, strength, about the world and what makes it beautiful and tragic, it made me someone who doesn't give up. And college...it may not have gotten me a career as a business person in the traditional sense, but I have made incredible use of my skills nonetheless.

And the job at the marketing firm was not wasted time as I had previously thought, because I met some amazing and very talented people there. I met the PixelMischief who created my stunning cover and encouraged me to get postcards and posters made (she designed those too). I learned about Twitter and Facebook from my favorite frenemy who convinced me it was important. I think he was my first Twitter follower, AND my first hater. And I learned quite a bit about SEO from Tracey S.

By the time I decided to release Captive in the Dark, my network of friends included Rilee James, a young, punk of a DJ who along with K-Mac backed me whole-heartedly and got me not one, but two radio interviews. Erich Orris from the Tinderbox who loves me (and my filthy mouth) and let me have my release party in his establishment on one of the busiest nights of the summer! And dedicated people willing to pimp my talent: Laura, Corinne, Nicole, Ray, Chris, Bridget, Brian and Jesse, Christine and Kevin, and my husband who made all of his co-workers come.

And then, only hours after putting my book up on Amazon, I received my first review, 5-Stars from 'MISS' who made me cry by calling it 'A story well told'.

Since then, I have met amazing writers, heart-warming readers, and a bevy of die-hard fans (esp. Yajaira Diaz, lol). In addition to everyone I have mentioned, I want to take the time to thank the following people, for making this whole thing worth it: My mom, my sisters, my brothers, Debra Jackson, Stacey Stoddard, Shira Anthony, Anthony Beal, Rhonda Welborn, Rachel Firasek, Books4Tomorrow, Kimberly Bennett, Rick Hale, Lisa Reutter, Kendra Leigh, Michele Tallent, Brandy Roberts, Sonny Garrett, Daisy Dunn, Nikki Palmer, K. Rowe, and YOU for taking a chance on me, my work, and for talking me up to your friends and family. I could not have done it without you.

***Update: Forgot to thank Mia! OMG! Love you Mia! I'm loving working on SITD with you and the girls.

To celebrate, I will be dropping the price for CITD to 99cents for Amazon Kindle, the remainder of April. Would have made it free, but Amazon doesn't allow it. From the bottom of my heart THANK YOU.

Sunday Shorts: Seducing Sunshine

Is it Sunday again? Wow, time fly's when you're behind on writing your novel. Sigh.

This week's installment is titled: Seducing Sunshine by Jennifer Roberts.

I love this short because it embodies so much of what I enjoy in reading M/M stories, but also incorporates a woman. Being that it was my first attempt to write something outside of my usual muse, I really enjoyed the way the story came together. I believe myself to be a little unusual because I write hetero titles, but I read A LOT of M/M romance. In fact, most of my favorite genres to read are completely outside of my talents as a writer. In addition to M/M romances, I'm a big fan of sci-fi and paranormal books, but haven't ventured into writing any. Is that weird? Maybe.

A few months ago I was given the amazing opportunity to work with some of my writer friends to put together an anthology that featured bisexual romance, both MMF and FFM. It was a very time consuming project, but the result is something I am incredibly proud of; we called ourselves L.E.I.A. (League of Extraordinary Indie Authors). Seducing Sunshine was my contribution to the anthology, but it is also available as a separate title.

Here's an excerpt:

SEDUCING SUNSHINE

by Jennifer Roberts

“Trevor is a fucking jerk.” Sun said the words with all the conviction he felt, but Rebecca only laughed.

“He’s not so bad Sun, give the guy a break. He comes off like some douchebag jock, but he has me for a girlfriend. That should say something for the guy.” Sun looked over at Rebecca and rolled his eyes.

“I love you babe, but sometimes you’re just too stupid to live. You are hot! Hot is hot, is hot. It doesn’t matter if you’re an Alt-goddess and he’s Mr. Prep; the fact he gets to say he fucks you to all his meathead buddies only makes him more a stud in their eyes.”

Instead of laughter, an uncomfortable silence settled over them. Sun’s first instinct was to apologize, but he couldn’t seem to get any words out. He’d wanted to say that to Rebecca since the night she hooked up with his asshole roommate. So really, he wasn’t sorry, only nervous.

“Say what you want about Trevor, Sunshine, but sometimes you can be a big jerk too!” She’d called him Sunshine. She only did that when she was mad at him, or teasing him. He didn’t mind the teasing.

When she teased him, she would grab him up like her favorite stuffed animal and pet him harshly.Who’s my Sunshine, she would say, are you my Sunshine? You’re such a beautiful boy Sunshine, mybeautiful boy. He always pushed her away or wrestled out of her arms, but inside he thrilled at her words. He wanted to be hers. He wanted it very much. Her anger, on the other hand, made his insides twist.

“I’m sorry Rebecca. I didn’t mean it. It’s just…” he closed his eyes before he gave her the next nugget of information, “Trevor stole my underwear again and he replaced them with….” Sun’s blush made his cheeks hot. “I’m wearing girl panties right now!” The silence held steady for only a few seconds more and then Rebecca erupted in laughter. Sun’s cheeks burned bright red, but he managed to laugh too.

“Oh my god! Oh baby, oh my Sunshine. You have to let me see! Please, please let me see.” Sun instantly grabbed his pants and rolled over onto his side. There was no way the woman of his dreams was going to see him in panties that read PRINCESS on the butt.

“Get off me Rebecca! No! No! You can’t see.” Rebecca’s body pressed his face into his mattress as her hands scrambled under him for his belt.

“Be a good boy Sunshine and show me those panties.” Her perky tits pressed against his back as her breath puffed across his neck with her exertion and through the fabric of their pants he could feel the warm cradle of her crotch pressing against his ass in hard thrusts while they wrestled. He was getting hard, very hard. He started wresting away from her in earnest. The idea of her seeing his boner encased in princess panties was too much for him to handle. It was bad enough being named Sunshine. Damn his hippie parents to hell!

Rebecca was pretty petite, her body slim, but Sun reasoned she was probably all muscle. Probably, because Sun couldn’t seem to get her off of him. Sun was built well for five feet, ten inches tall, but though he had incredible abs, his body was mostly made up of soft, rounded limbs. It was the reason guys like Trevor made his life hell and girls like Rebecca never took him seriously.

“Becca please! I’m not going to show you!” He didn’t intend to sound angry, but the thought of being held down by a girl he was into, was fatally stinging his pride. She went still against his back, her labored breaths emphasizing the earnestness of their struggle.

“You know I don’t like when you call me Becca.” She huffed against his neck.

“And you…,” Sun panted, “know I…don’t like to…be called Sunshine. But you do it anyway.” Rebecca’s hand skated over his and pressed it against his erection. Sun stilled, wondering if she had done it on purpose.

“I love your name.” Her voice had taken on a purring quality that made Sun want to groan with how much he wanted to kiss her, touch her…fuck her. His hips involuntarily flexed into his hand and subsequently, hers, before pressing into the bed. “You’re so beautiful Sunshine,” she kissed his nape, “you’re my beautiful boy aren’t you? My Sunshine.” Sun groaned, unable to hold it in. He was so hard. And suddenly the idea of being pressed face down into the bed with her at his back didn’t feel like a bad thing. It felt pretty incredible actually.

“I’m so jealous of you.” She stroked his hair, “I know you don’t like it, but you’re parents knew what they were doing when they named you. You’re hair is pure sunshine; don’t you ever dye it. I have to try to look this good; all you have to do is wake up.” They both laughed a little at that. He didn’t get her. In his eyes, they could be twins. Not that he liked to think about that.

“I think you’re beautiful Rebecca, you know that. Stop fishing.” Rebecca smiled and slowly eased off of him to flop onto her back and pant at the ceiling. Sun would have liked to do the same, but his cock would definitely be hard to hide (pun intended). He remained on his stomach, but got up on his elbows to stare down at Rebecca.

She was beautiful, as ever, but he’d never seen her look at him quite the way she was looking at him now. Her blue eyes, usually so clear, seemed darker, her pupils wider. She blinked slowly and he couldn’t help but look at her mouth. Her look was old-school pin-up girl. Her lips were painted blood red, a stark contrast against her pale skin. His eyes flicked back up to see her staring at his mouth just before she looked up at him.

“You really think I’m beautiful, Sunshine?” Her voice was low, breathy, and sexy.

“Oh God yes.” Sun sighed before he could stop himself. His face heated up, but he stopped himself from shying away from her. He’d never been this close to what he wanted and he wouldn’t ruin it by being the first to look away.

“I thought…I thought you were…you know…cause you kissed Eric at that party.” Sun’s head dipped between his shoulders and he let out a discouraged sigh.

“Oh…that! First, it was a dare. Second, I was drunk. Third…third…it doesn’t mean I don’t like girls.”

“But…you like boys too?” Rebecca’s voice sounded less breathy and more curious. It was closer to her normal voice, excited and bubbly. Sun’s erection was beginning to wane and he rolled onto his side to face Rebecca. She turned also and held his hand between them, coaxing him to answer.

“I don’t know Rebecca. I guess I just don’t think about it like that. I don’t really look at people that way…as boys or girls. I just…I like who I like.” Sun appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was racing and creating a hard thudding in his ears. He’d never really discussed this with another person. People put labels on him, but he never felt the need to justify his behavior. He dressed the way he wanted to dress and he did the things he wanted to do. He’d always been the outcast, the alien and the people who got this close to him were few. Well, aside from his parents, just one really – and Rebecca.

“But, sometimes the person you like is a boy?”

Sun blushed, “I guess. I’ve never…you know.”

Rebecca scooted closer, her forehead and the tip of her nose touched Sun’s. “Have you with a girl?”

Sun’s erection was returning with a vengeance, “Yes. Her name was Jessie. She was a senior while I was a sophomore. I used to mow her lawn for her in the summer while her dad was at work. As a reward she’d let me have sex with her in the shed behind her house.”

“Wow,” Rebecca sighed and Sun noticed the breathiness had returned. She squeezed his hand and his hips moved the slightest bit forward, searching for her center like a heat-seeking missile. “Was she your first?”

“Yes.” Sun swallowed thickly. He could feel Rebecca’s warm breath against his lips and knew she could feel his too. He wanted her. He wanted her so incredibly bad.

“Were you in love with her?” Sun smiled when he felt her frown against his forehead.

“No. She was actually kind of mean to me. She threatened to have me beat up if I ever told anyone about us having sex, or being friends, not that we were friends.” They both laughed softly.

“Was Eric the only boy you’ve ever kissed?” Sun gasped softly. It wasn’t the question that caused the reaction, but Rebecca’s leg wrapping around his. Any closer and his cock would brush her inner thighs. “Sun?” Rebecca tried to get his attention back to their conversation.

He blinked, swallowed, and tried to regain control. “I don’t know what answer you’d like to hear.”

“Just the truth Sunshine. I promise there’s no wrong answer except a lie.”

“No. My parents have these friends I’ve known since I was little. They’re always over, smoking each other out and talking about the good-ole-days. Anyway, they have a son named Eros –”

Rebecca laughed through a snort, “Eros? Eros! His parents are mean.” Sun laughed and surreptitiously moved closer.

“I know! Why do you think we got along so well? I wish we’d gone to the same school, but we didn’t. Still, we were close I guess. I mean, it was either be friends or stare at each other while our parents got stoned and our moms took their tops off – gross.”

“Then we got to that age when boners were like a permanent thing and it just made sense that we jerked off together. We used to have contests to see how far we could make our cum go, or how many times we could do it in a day. Sometimes we’d just give each other tips on things that felt good. I got my dick stuck in a Snapple bottle once because of him.” Sun smiled at the memory.

“Anyway, it was just innocent crap. He was my best friend I guess. After that summer with Jessie, she left for college and I didn’t really know what to do with all the urges I had. I also started to notice that it wasn’t really a coincidence that I always had a boner whenever Eros was around. So…one day while we were…doing what we did…I leaned over and kissed him while his eyes were closed.”

Rebecca gasped excitedly, “Oh my god Sunshine. What happened? Did he hit you?” She gripped his hand tightly, already consoling.

Sun smiled, “No. He kissed me back. After that we made out all the time…well, when we were jerking off, and just until we came. Then he’d get up to wash his hands and pretend it never happened…until next time.”

Rebecca grinned wide, “Holy shit Sunshine! That’s like…wow! Was he as pretty as you?”

“Pretty? Ouch! I’m not pretty.”

“Shut up. You know you’re pretty.”

“Girls are pretty.”

“I know, but you’re…androgynous.”

Sun smiled and bravely lifted his leg until his knee pressed against the warm seam of Rebecca’s pants, warm because her pussy was safely nestled inside. “I’m going to take that as the compliment I’m sure you meant it as.”

Rebecca’s lids drifted shut and a soft whimper escaped her lips at the pressure placed against her pussy. “Oh god Sunshine. I think…I think I need you to kiss me right now. Please?”

Sun didn’t bother with a verbal response. He tilted his head the necessary inch required and pressed his lips to hers. He may as well have put a lit match to gasoline. Rebecca’s tongue invaded his mouth, pushing him onto his back. She tasted like Jolly Rancher candy – watermelon. He had no control of the kiss, only the presence of mind not to resist anything Rebecca might do to him. When he felt her rubbing against his knee he helped by lifting it slightly, allowing her to press her clit against him.

She moaned into his mouth and it called to something primal inside of him. His hips flexed upward, pushing his blood-rich cock against her belly. It had been a long time for him, a long time since he’d had anything this close to sex. It felt good. It felt so good to slide against another human being, to press his cock against someone warm and responsive. It felt good to give in to everything he felt inside. Sun whimpered, desperate for more.

Rebecca seemed to know what he needed. She didn’t expect him to be in control of this encounter and for that he was incredibly grateful. He was shy and awkward around people, but he took direction well. That was just his way.

The kiss ended abruptly and Sun marveled at the girl on top of him. Rebecca’s blue eyes were predatory as they surveyed him. Her bright red lipstick was smeared across her lips and a little across her cheek; it reminded him of blood. She’d devoured him.

“Do you want me Sunshine?” Rebecca gently mocked him by grinding her covered pussy against his solid erection.

He swallowed thickly, willing his voice not to crack, “Yes.” He swallowed again as he watched Rebecca smile and pull at the tiny white buttons of her shirt.

“Do you want me to put my nipples in your mouth so you can suck on them?” She undid the last button.

“Please,” Sun begged, he wanted that very much. His hips rocked in little bursts and he forced himself to stop before he embarrassed himself by coming inside his pants, or worse, his princess panties. His hands were fisted on top of his comforter and he willed himself to let go. Slowly, tentatively, his hands came up and brushed Rebecca’s shirt from her shoulders, revealing a black bra with hot pink trim and a delicate, tiny bow in the center. “I’ve wanted you like this for a long time. I’ve been…jealous.”

Rebecca’s head tilted to the side with rueful pity. “It’s okay Sunshine. You can have me now.” She reached back and soon her small, pink-tipped breasts were revealed. Rebecca would be androgynous in her own right if it weren’t for her distinctively feminine sensuality. She leaned over Sun, arching her back to feed the dainty nipple into his eager mouth.

He worked hard to restrain himself from sucking with all the fervor in his soul. Instead he let the hard pebble of her nipple travel across the tip of his tongue, the soft mound of her breast grazing the edges of his parted mouth. They both moaned and again he couldn’t keep from rocking against her.

Rebecca dipped lower and Sun finally closed his mouth over her breast and sucked and sucked harder when he heard Rebecca’s sharp, lustful cry. His shyness fled in the face of all his sexual starvation. He pulled Rebecca to his mouth, until he couldn’t breathe around the tit in his mouth. When he finally came up for air it was only to move toward the other perky and neglected nipple.

“Oh! Fuck. You feel so good, you’re so good,” Rebecca moaned and panted above Sun’s head driving him deeper into a cloud of lust.

This title is available for $1.99 on Amazon (Kindle) or Smashwords (other formats).

You can also enjoy this story and others by Anthony Beal, Mistress Rae, Daisy Dunn, Laura Cooper, K. Rowe, T.S. Addison, and Dani Brown by purchasing Some Like It Bi by L.E.I.A.

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WIP Wednesday!

My sincerest gratitude goes out to the fans. Captive in the Dark has been on Amazon's Top 100 Erotica titles for the second week in a row! Holy crap!

I've never been so happy and at the same time, so nervous. I've been working on Seduced in the Dark for release September 1, 2012. I'm nowhere near finished; I have so far to go, but I'm dedicated to making it into the story you all want it to be.

Because I've been asked repeatedly for more 'sneak peeks' into SITD, and because I can deny you nothing, please enjoy the following excerpt:

Livvie got in the car and slammed the door. She tried to hide it, but Caleb saw the way she winced and rubbed her collarbone.

“Happy? Have we taught the door a lesson?” Caleb taunted through a gentle laugh.

Her eyes narrowed in his direction, her rage unmistakable. “I can’t believe what you did to those people Caleb. You’re just...never mind. Can we just go please?”

Caleb’s ire, dormant because of his unexpected orgasm earlier, now rose to the surface. “Which part can’t you believe?” he snarled, jamming the key in the ignition of the stolen car and turning it. “Is it the part where I rescued you from a bunch of would-be rapists that beat you half to death? Or perhaps the part where – at great risk to myself – I kidnapped a doctor to help save you? Which part is it, because I’d like to know which of those things I should never do for you again?” He threw the vehicle in gear and took off, for a moment uncaring that Livvie had been jostled in her seat.

Silence.

Yeah. I thought so.

Caleb sat back, self-satisfied. It wasn’t like he killed them. The doctor and his wife were free to live their lives, no worse for wear. Livvie had been mortified to find the couple exactly as he had left them the night before – taped to their dining room chairs. Granted, the fact they had urinated on themselves during the course of the evening was distasteful, but they were otherwise unharmed and Caleb thought he deserved some credit for that.

After threatening their lives a little and getting their vows of silence renewed, he cut them free. He wasn’t even going to keep the car, he’d ditch it the moment they were out of the city and steal another. What was so horrible about that?

“Thank you,” Livvie muttered from the passenger seat.

“For what?” Caleb was still irritated.

“For saving my life. Even if you’re just going to put it in danger again,” she whispered.

Caleb had no response. It was exactly what he was going to do. Drive her to Tuxtepec, bring her to Rafiq, train her, sell her…lose her forever.

And kill Vladek. Don’t forget that part.

The thought didn’t assuage the guilt taking up residence inside him. His heart was heavy, his thoughts scrambled. Still, he couldn’t allow himself to show weakness. All the turmoil within him had to be hidden, from every one.

“You’re welcome, Kitten,” he scoffed. From the corner of his eye, he saw Kitten swipe at her eye and flick her tears toward the floor of the car. Ruining my life!

Things had been so much easier in the shower, easier when it was just the two of them and the outside world seemed irrelevant and beyond the reach of his thoughts. The world was in the car with them now and it was Kitten who seemed beyond reach.

After she’d made him feel more pleasure than he’d ever had – with a handjob, no less – he’d reveled in soaping her skin, watching intently as water sluiced over the taut peaks of her nipples, down the slopes of her tan belly and hips, and descending past the raven triangle between her thighs. He’d touched her there as well, sifted his fingers through her sparse hair until he felt her slippery flesh part under his fingers. It was like opening a flower, her petals pink and vibrant, shiny with dew and lust.

He’d knelt before her, worshipful. She’d opened for him, hungry, full of want. His every sense had been engaged and focused on her. He could smell her arousal, he could see the way her flesh darkened, and against his fingers he had felt her tremble, he had heard her soft whimpers. She had begged him to taste her. Slowly, he had licked her tiny bud.

Oh! How she had wanted him.

She’d spread wider and placed her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer.

“Beg me,” he’d whispered the words against her.

“Please, Caleb. Please lick me.”

He’d obeyed. One long, wet, lick across her open petals.

She sobbed, “Again. Please. Again.”

“Say you want me to lick your pussy.”

She gripped his hair tighter, “Caleb!” she’d grated.

“Say it. I want to hear more filth from your mouth.”

She hesitated. Her hips rocked toward his mouth, but he’d do no more than kiss her with his lips.

“Please, Caleb. L-lick my…pussy.”

Nothing had ever turned him on more. He’d pushed her legs wide, cradling her thighs on his shoulders and pressed his face into her pussy. Lick her? He fucking devoured her.

Pain had no longer seemed to be an issue for her as she undulated and rocked her hips against his rapacious mouth. Her hands held his head, pushing him deeper, demanding more, even as he gave and gave.

When she’d come, her pussy had gripped his tongue. Wet, pulsing, flesh fluttering against wet, pulsing, flesh. Her juices saturated his mouth, a rush of honey that he not only swallowed, but sucked from her flesh long after she had begged him to stop.

But that had been then. This was now.

Caleb sighed heavily, irritated by the turn of events. More bothersome than Kitten’s demeanor, was the prospect of Rafiq’s impending visit. He had tried to call Rafiq earlier while Kitten was getting dressed and combing her hair, there had been no answer. Caleb could only assume Rafiq was either on his way or ignoring him. He hoped it was the latter and not the former. The last thing he needed after what was sure to be a very long and taxing car trip was a confrontation with Rafiq.

Their relationship was beyond complicated. Rafiq was many things to Caleb. At one time, his guardian. Later, a friend. Now? Rafiq called him, brother. But Rafiq was also much more. Rafiq held a power and a sway over him that Caleb had never felt comfortable with. There were times when they argued that Caleb had seen things in Rafiq he wished never to see again.

Rafiq would stop at nothing to have his plans carried through. No one, not even Caleb, could keep Rafiq from doing the things he deemed necessary. If ever it came down to it, Rafiq would kill him, and therefore Caleb always had to be prepared to strike first. The truce lay in the fact that neither of them would relish the task.

As Caleb made his way through the narrow roads, he spared a thought to think about what he would do if Rafiq were waiting for them in Tuxtepec. A shiver ran down his spine.

Prepare her.

“It’s going to take us all day and part of tomorrow to reach our destination. I suggest that you take the time and wrap your mind around the seriousness of your situation. I forgive you for running away, but only because fate has done a better job of punishing you than I could.” Caleb kept his eyes forward, refusing to acknowledge the heartbroken girl next to him. But he didn’t have to see her to know how much his words hurt her. An echo of her pain seemed to reverberate through him. At least, that’s what he wanted to believe it was – an echo.

He recalled the press of her lips against his scars. She kisses my scars and I create new ones for her.

“So you’re still going to go through with it then?” Kitten’s tone was anguished, but also angry and determined.

She’s plotting her revenge already. She’ll never care for you. You’d die for nothing.

“I never said otherwise, Kitten. I’ve broken no promises to you,” Caleb grated. He knew he was being harsh, but it was all he was capable of at the moment. He had to slam the door shut on everything that had happened between them. It was the only way to move forward. The only way they would live.

Caleb expected her sobs at any moment. That was their dance: she fought him, he hurt her, she cried…he felt like shit. Repeat.

He was surprised to hear the steel in her voice when she snapped at him, “You promised me once that if I did as you asked, I would always come out better for it. Do you still believe that, Caleb? Do you think allowing you to sell me into sexual slavery will make me better? Fuck you.”

Anger surged and flared on the heels of his guilt. He had promised her that, but not in the way she proposed. “I mean to teach you how to survive this ordeal. I have always intended to arm you with what you’ll need. In that way, yes! I’ll keep my promise. But I’ve made other promises as well – to someone who has earned my loyalty.”

“Am I supposed to earn your loyalty, Caleb? Why? What about my loyalty? What have you done to earn that? You think you’re any better than those fucking bikers?” Caleb clenched his jaw.

“Don’t answer! You’re not! You’re even worse than they are. At least they knew they were monsters. You’re pathetic! You’re a monster who imagines he’s something else.”

Sunday Shorts: Manwich

I've been invited by Kriss Morton to participate in Sunday Shorts. For those of you who aren't aware, I write short stories under the name Jennifer Roberts. This week I'll be featuring the first short story I published entitled Manwich.

I love Manwich for many reasons, but perhaps the biggest reason is simply that I was inspired to write this story one very sultry afternoon and didn't stop typing until it was finished. Then I took a very much needed cold shower.

Synopsis:
Lilly has a problem expressing her fantasies about being dominated and pleasured by two men to her husband James, but not her best friend Seth. On a vacation to Sin City to visit Seth, Lilly decides to let her best friend show her that bravery has its rewards. SHORT STORY: 5,500 words

Manwich is available on Amazon for $0.99.  

For information on other great Sunday Shorts that won't put a strain on your wallet, please visit Kriss' website Cabin Goddess.

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I Like My Erotica Uncensored!

Get it before it’s censored.

By now, I hope you have heard about the troubles facing erotica authors due to PayPal’s censorship measures. If you haven’t, I strongly urge you to learn about the controversy. In a nutshell, PayPal has decided to threaten eBook retailers with financial ruin if they do not remove content from their sites that PayPal has deemed ‘obscene’ or ‘immoral’ – naturally, erotica authors and those who publish them have been the hardest hit.

Some background: It is undeniably TRUE, that PayPal has had a morality clause in their Terms of Service since its inception. However, it has hardly been enforced and PayPal has reaped many benefits from this lack of enforcement. They are a staple of the e-publishing community when it comes to how readers pay for books online and how authors are paid by e-retailers.

NOW, PayPal has decided, for several reasons (political, moral, and financial), to give e-publishers an ultimatum: remove all titles that include incest, pseudo-incest, bestiality, rape for titillation, and BDSM titles featuring dubious consent or have your accounts frozen.

While many will turn their noses up at the categories being censored, please understand that the issue is less about content and more about censorship.

America is a society simultaneously obsessed with sex and censorship. We love sex! We also love censorship.

Until  the explosion in e-publishing and subsequently, indie publishers, the majority of reading content for sale in mainstream outlets was controlled by the ‘Big Six’ (Hachette Book Group, HarperCollins, Macmillan, Penguin Group, Random House, and Simon & Schuster). They decided what books and authors to publish. They decided what content the market could handle. They decided what, YOU, the reader could purchase.

But an interesting thing happened when Amazon, a huge online retailer, opened its arms wide and embraced indie authors: people bought books the Big Six would never touch! The biggest sellers? Anything having a title with ‘Daddy Does…’

While Amazon and nearly all retailers have a strict policy against incest stories, the category of pseudo-incest, that is, stories between step-relations or non-blood related, enjoyed a huge measure of success on these sites. People were apparently eager to buy these titles and retailers made lots of coin by selling them; authors did as well. However, as with anything of a questionable nature, the censor hounds were quite aggressive in expressing their desire to do away with these titles. But isn’t the fact they were featured in the top 100 a social commentary on what the public WANTS to read?

There is nothing illegal about pseudo-incest; just ask Woody Allen. Still, the subject is certainly taboo. The question is though, which do you find truly obscene: 1) Erotic FICTION available for sale and purchase, or 2) the mysterious ‘third hand’ deciding what’s acceptable for your eyes?

On the subject of rape and BDSM with dubious consent, I will quote Remittance Girl, who wrote an impassioned open letter to Mark Coker, founder of Smashwords:

“Fictional depictions of violence do not ‘advocate violence’, and fictional depictions of rape do not advocate rape. If someone submits a non-fiction text for sale with you, advocating either, I will be the first person to agree that you should not sell it. However, fiction, sir, is FICTION. And although I understand how you, as a male, may be puzzled as to why eroticized fictional depictions of rape are erotic to some women, I am disappointed that you did not think a little more clearly about the matter.

40% of women have non-consensual sexual fantasies. I’m not pulling this figure out of my ass, sir. There is an excellent study (unlike some of the shoddy pseudo-scientific studies seeking to link erotica with sexual violence) by Joseph W. Critelli and Jenny M. Bivona “Women’s erotic rape fantasies: an evaluation of theory and research” which estimates that in fact, the numbers are slightly higher.

There have been some intriguing attempts to answer the question of why so many women have these fantasies and a considerable number of feminist critics who have sought to humiliate the women who have them, but nonetheless, for whatever reason, we do.  And I claim it as my right, as a writer and as a woman, to explore this phenomenon in my fiction.”

On a personal note:
As a long-time reader, I soon became tired with all of the regurgitated story lines and lack-luster plots inherent in fiction, but especially in the romance/erotica category. I was disenchanted with all the sensitive ‘alpha’ males, who promised to be real bad-asses, but in the end were only misunderstood by the heroin. Why couldn’t I read about a ‘real’ bad guy? I wondered why no ‘horrible people’ fell in love?

Finally, I began writing the story myself. I wrote the story the Big Six wouldn’t allow me to purchase and read. Captive in the Dark is many things; it’s a story about vengeance, betrayal, pain, suffering, and yes…SEX. My characters are broken, they are real, and they make mistakes that force them to truly wonder about the meaning of their existence. Still, because my title features dubious consent, and worse, humanizes a monster of a human being, it is being censored. Is it being censored because my work has no literary merit? No. It’s being censored because despite the fact it is being purchased, read, and ENJOYED by over three thousand readers, it deviates from the mean.

As a writer, I am affronted by PayPal’s actions, but I am more upset by the retailers who have buckled under PayPal’s pressure.

And as a reader I am INCENSED, that anyone would deign to regulate what I’m allowed to fantasize about when I’m alone in bed at night.

How dare you.

If you are a reader, who feels as I do, please join the conversation. Get out on Facebook, Twitter, your blogs, and any outlet available to you, and let PayPal know you do not appreciate their censorship of your available reading material.

SIGN THE PETITION

Other great articles on this issue:
Two Legs Bad: An Open Letter to Mark Coker #smashwords #censorship #erotica by Remittance Girl
Slippery Slope: Erotica Censorship by Selena Kitt
Erotic Censorship and a Home for the Homeless Books by Erica Pike
Putting the World According to PayPal in Perspective by Amber Adams
Erotica Book Banning Round-Up by Svrowle 

Tempt Me Tuesday

What could be more tempting than an excerpt from my work in progress:  Seduced in the Dark (Book 2, The Dark Duet)? I'm gonna say nothing. =P

This excerpt comes from Chapter 2. It's told in Caleb's point of view and takes place the morning after their sexually charged encounter at the end of Captive in the Dark. Caleb is naturally very confused about the state of his relationship with Livvie and the impending visit from Rafiq. He decides to take a shower and clear his head...

There was a knock on the door and Caleb’s head whipped toward it. Kitten had stepped inside, announcing herself with a knock, but not waiting for his answer. Shock assailed him. He couldn’t keep it from his face and without thinking he scrambled to turn the cold water on. This was private!

She could get out of bed on her own after all.

Well, at least she didn’t run. But where would she have gone like that anyway?

Kitten looked at him…everywhere. Even through the intense amount of steam, he could he see her fierce blush. Blushing virgin or not, her eyes did not deviate from his person.

Their eyes finally met.

“I…,” Kitten cleared her throat and began again, “I’m sorry, it’s just that I heard you in here and I –“

“Did you need something,” Caleb snapped. His emotions were scattered by her interruption. He felt exposed somehow, vulnerable, and he didn’t like it. But she was also naked, never having dressed again last night and that was confusing as well. Beneath his hands, his cock stirred and he wanted to wince at the stinging sensation of his punished flesh stretching and expanding.

Kitten straightened her spine and narrowed her eyes. “Yes. I need something. Lots of something’s. Where do you want me to start?”

More shock! Had she really just said that? To him? He knew he should be angry, but instead he turned his head to hide a smile. He spoke to the shower wall and tried to keep the amusement from his voice, “Well, can it wait until I’m at least out of the shower?” And because he couldn’t help himself, he added, “Unless you’re looking to climb in here and return last night’s favor?”  He hazarded a glance in her direction.

She blushed heatedly, but still held herself high, “Actually? Sort of. I mean…no, but….” She huffed, “I would like to take a shower too and since I’m practically crippled, I could use your fucking help. But not if you’re going to be an asshole about it.” She nodded, as if to say: There, I said it.

Aww, Livvie - so feisty!

For those of you who follow me on Twitter or are friends with me on Facebook, you already know that I've been diligently working on SITD. Well, I'm happy to report that I'm through Chapter 3 and today, I will be working on Chapter 4.

I'm very excited about this burst of inspiration because my writing process leaves a lot to be desired, in that I don't really have one. I write very organically, which is a very fancy way of saying, 'I write when I feel like it'. I've done some outlining, but when I sit down to write, more often than not, the characters take me where they want to go and not always where I had planned. It's nice, because I'm always along for the journey, experiencing each word as the reader might, but it also presents a host of problems.

For starters, I have a tendency to get ahead of myself. This has certainly been the case with Seduced. Between you and me, I have thousands and thousands of words written for this novel, but the horrible fact is - I probably can't use them. 

Why?

Because they belong to my original manuscript. In the beginning, The Dark Duet was envisioned as a single book entitled: Dark, a Tale of Capture and Seduction. It was beyond gritty, it was obscene! Unfortunately, it was also an awful mess of disjointed chapters that didn't paint a smooth picture. Thank God, I had someone to tell me how awful it was before I put it out there. Note to you beta readers: be brutal, but constructive! Lord knows the public will be (minus the constructive bit).

Thus began the editing process, this time, with the help of two very amazing ladies I met online (yes - online).

Slowly, my characters emerged  - not the story, but the people behind the story. Caleb, who wasn't originally such a key player, suddenly swept in and started running the show. He sucked me into his web of tragedy, pain, sex and revenge and I followed him eagerly. Like Livvie, I was drawn to him for reasons I didn't understand. I wanted to know everything about him. I fell in love with my villain and I became determined to make others love him too.

Caleb and Livvie's fucked up love story was born and they swept me away.

Captive in the Dark is a story about pain, longing, and denial of ones self. Caleb doesn't know who his is and neither does Livvie. This is the tie that binds them. So, toward the end, it became evident to me that this story would need a sequel, one that focuses on the rebirth of these characters. Guess what? I never wrote that story.

I'm writing it now. I've gotten ahead of myself, because these characters no longer belong to me. They belong to the readers. They belong to the fans and that's something I didn't quite plan on. It's a great responsibility to do these characters and their followers justice - I don't take it lightly.

I will do my very best to catch up to these run away characters. I'm especially looking forward to tackling Caleb's sexy ass to the ground. ;)