Promo Monday with Rozlyn Sparks' Fangirl!

So Promo Mondays are starting again, and we're kicking them off with debut author Rozlyn Sparks!

FANGIRL

Chapter excerpt

SECOND CHANCES

It’s time to come home, darlin’, a voice whispered in Kendra’s mind. She woke from a sound sleep and shot up in bed. Her heart pounded in her ears as she scanned the room, looking for any signs of her old master.

Light crept in from the edges of the curtained windows. Kendra breathed a sigh of relief seeing it. It was daytime, and Hector would be sleeping just as she had been. “It’s just a dream,” she reasoned, and tried to lie back down to sleep.

But sleep wouldn’t come. Between thoughts of Hector and Marcus, her mind was abuzz with activity.

Hours passed in semi-silence. Kendra watched small particles of dust dance in the shafts of light streaming in through the edges of the curtains. Midday light was powerful, more intense; harsher and brighter. She endured the small tingling sting at her skin as she waved her hand in the stream of light.

“What are you doing?” Marcus’s voice startled her.

She turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, with his arms crossed and his head cocked to the side. His tee-shirt clung to his body like a second skin, outlining his pecs and six-pack abs.

“Just passing time.” Kendra sighed serenely, enjoying the view. She couldn’t believe, after all this time, she was here with him. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Aren’t vamps supposed to—”

“What?” she asked with a playful smirk. “Sleep in coffins?”

“Well, maybe just sleep.” Marcus laughed.

“I don’t need as much rest as you think.”

“What are you doing in the light?”

“I like to feel the warmth sometimes.” She passed her hand through the shaft of light again and giggled. “It kind of tingles.”

“So the no sunlight thing is true?”

“For the most part, yeah.” Kendra frowned. “I can handle the dawn, with a bit of help. You know, sunglasses and all that, but midday is completely out of the question.”

“What’s it like?” Marcus looked on her with a questioning gaze, and Kendra found herself entranced, getting lost in the beautiful hazel of his eyes. They were like sparkling gems that shifted color in the light, first blue, then green, with hints of brown and yellow. Sadness crept into to her thoughts. She realized if she stayed with him, and the bond became stronger, he’d want to be turned. She might want him to turn too. If that happened the beautiful hazel would be lost, washed out and faded to the pale bluish gray all vampires shared. 

“Don’t ask me what it’s like.” The playfulness left her voice. “You don’t want to know.”

Marcus took a step into the room. His ankle sagged and he stumbled. In a burst of supernatural speed, Kendra was at his side, steadying him before he hit the ground.

“Careful, you still need to rest.”

“I don’t feel so bad. A little dizzy, that’s all.” Marcus draped his arms around Kendra’s shoulder, allowing her to hold him up. His scent wafted to her nose, that tantalizing earthy masculine scent that was all him. She savored it, inhaling slowly as she helped him to the bed.

“I took a little more than I should have from you last night. You need to lie down and allow your body to recuperate.”

Marcus leaned back into the mattress, propping himself up on his elbows. “I can’t get you out of my head... Why?” He stared up at her, meeting her eyes with a look that begged for answers she couldn’t give him.

Kendra knew what he was feeling, and it went beyond the bond they shared. She’d been in his position before: the need, the want, the willingness to do anything for just one more taste… of blood. That was really all that mattered now. Blood and how to get it again.

“That’s just the bond, the addiction talking.” She sat down next to him and gently stroked his arm. “I’m so sorry, Marcus. What I did to you … It was wrong. I should have never—”

Without warning, his lips crushed hers in a demanding kiss. A rush of excited energy washed through her. She’d dreamed of this moment, never actually thinking it would really happen. His lips were silky, his mouth hungry, and before she knew what was happening, his deliciously warm hands were sneaking their way under the hem of her shirt. Goosebumps erupted across her body. She moaned and he swallowed it, deepening their kiss. He was an exquisite temptation, forbidden fruit, and as much as she knew she shouldn’t, she savored the moment.

She wanted to have him, every inch of him, and she knew he wanted the same from her. The need radiating from him matched her own secret desire. The bond they shared intensified this connection, making it hard for her to think clearly.  

It took all the strength she had to pull away. “No. We have to stop this.”

“No, we don’t,” Marcus said, breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon. “I don’t know how I can feel it, but I know you want this too.”

“It’s not real.” Her hands trembled as she pushed herself backwards on the bed, away from Marcus. “It’s the bond. You want my blood, not me.” Kendra felt sick. Her stomach churned with regret and sadness. She wanted his affection to be real, but how could it?

Marcus cringed and clutched his stomach as if he was about to be sick. “What’s happening to me?” Marcus groaned and fell backwards on the mattress. He stared blankly up at the ceiling.

“I’ve cursed you with what I’ve done. You see? You can feel everything I feel. It’s the bond at work.”

 “Look, blood bond or not, I know you, Kendra. I remember you from Enigma. You were so beautiful, so sexy. You still are. I wanted you then, but I didn’t take the opportunity. Let’s not waste that chance now.” He rolled towards her. “I want to taste your lips. Your neck, your—” He bit his lip and groaned.

“Go ahead, say it. You want my blood. Vampires are ruled by our instincts,” Kendra said matter-of-factly, repeating the words she had heard Hector say before. “We’re hedonists with a finite limit of control. Wants, needs, desires are all amplified.” She looked down at Marcus. “You see? It’s so easy to give in. To become the beast we’re known to be. I’ve cursed you to this fate. Already you’re acting on your desires. You want my blood.”

“You said I’m not a vampire though, just bonded to you.”

“You’ve tasted my blood. You may not be a vampire, but you’re different now. And no mortal drug will ever come close to the ecstasy you’ve felt. It’s only natural you want more.”

Marcus propped himself up on his elbows. “Then give me more. Share yourself with me. Or don’t you think I could handle it?”

“No. Don’t you see? The bloodlust will consume you.”

“What if I have just a little more? What then? Will I become like you?”

“I won’t let that happen.” She fought the urge to reach out to comfort him. She could feel him struggling to hide the desperation he felt. She’d been there before. She knew the pain.

“I want to be with you, to be like you. If that’s the only way, then let’s do it.”

“I wish things could be different. Marcus, I’ve wanted you for so long. I always have, but I can’t. Fate’s decided things for us. I’m a vampire. That’s not the life for you. You deserve better. Look how hard you and the band have worked. Look at all you’ve accomplished. Don’t throw it away because of bloodlust.”

Kendra took a moment to calm herself. Breathing slowly, she quieted her mind.

“It’s not just bloodlust.” Marcus stared deeply into her eyes. “I want you… all of you.”

Kendra let out a stuttered breath. Echoes of her own pleading request to Hector ran through her mind. After her first taste, she couldn’t resist. She’d been willing to say anything necessary to get another taste. And Hector used those words to trap her into this life.

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” she said, looking down at him.

“Then show me what it means to be with you.”

“It would never work between us. How could I ever know it was me you wanted and not just the drug that is my blood?”

Marcus sat up. “I remember you, Kendra.” He let out a deep sigh. “I remember your poetry. I wanted to get to know you back then, but I was so wrapped up in the band I never had time to talk to you. And then … you disappeared.”

Her breath caught in her chest.

“Why didn’t you say that before?”

“I was a little out of it last night,” he said with a smile. “I have something to show you.” He stood up and walked to a small black duffel bag against the wall, unzipped it, and extracted a dirty, tattered notebook.

Kendra recognized it immediately. Beneath the layers of dirt and grime she saw the familiar monogramed K on her old journal.

He handed it to her. “I found this sitting on the table at Enigma. I had hoped to return it to you at the next show. It gave me the perfect excuse to talk to you.” He let out an awkward chuckle. “But you never came back.”

“You’ve held onto this for ten years?” Kendra pulled off the rubber band holding it closed and flipped through the pages. Among her old writings were notes and sketches in the margins.

“Well, at first, yeah, I held it, hoping to see you again, but after a while…” He raked his fingers through his disheveled mop of sandy hair and cleared his throat. “Well, it sort of helped me to come up with our lyrics. Please don’t be mad.”

Kendra sat silent, filled with happiness and pride. The fact that Marcus had held on to her journal, that he actually remembered her and on some level sincerely wanted her was enough to wash away the doubt in her mind about how he felt about her. But genuine affection aside, she still couldn’t condemn him to her way of life.

“Please say something,” Marcus said, kneeling down in front of her.

“I don’t have the words—” Tears choked back her voice.

“We owe a lot of our success to you. Your poetry.”

“I’m glad my writing helped. I’m… honored.”

“But—” Sadness turned the corners of Marcus’s lips. “I can feel there’s a but there. You’re still not convinced. Why am I feeling this?” Frustration edged his voice.

“I’ve already told you. You can feel what I do and vice versa. I can’t tell you how happy I am to be here, to be with you right now, but I just don’t know how we could be together. I’m not human anymore, and I refuse to condemn you to my life.”

“Okay. I won’t ask you to turn me. Just give me the chance to get to know you, now that I have you here. I don’t want to miss that opportunity again.”

Kendra clenched her teeth. She knew she should say no, but she too wanted the chance to see what she had missed all those years ago.

“No promises about the future, but while I’m here, we can get to know each other.”

As if the lights had been turned on, Marcus’s eyes lit up and a wide smile stretched across his face. Through their shared bond, she felt his elation like a warm pulse of energy that matched the beat of her heart.

He jumped up, capturing her mouth, knocking her backwards into the mattress. He landed on top of her but caught himself on his hands before he crushed her. His toned body fit so perfectly between her legs. His hot breath blew across her ear as he spoke. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” Marcus’s words melted her heart. She wanted him too, and hearing the words and feeling their intensity made them all the more meaningful. A small chill, a ripple of excitement, rolled through Kendra’s body. She felt the stiffness of his erection through his jeans, but even without that physical sign, she knew his desire. It was hers too. Their bond was gaining strength by the minute. She tried to fight back the sudden urge to run her hands over his body and pull him even closer. As if Marcus had read her mind, he wrapped his arms around her, rolled over, and pulled her on top of him.

Kendra had a moment of painful clarity that shocked her back into reality. She couldn’t do this. Not now. Maybe not ever. Things were happening too fast. She needed to get a little control. She’d already made too many rash mistakes. She rolled off Marcus and sat up on the mattress. “I want you too. But… let’s take this slow, okay?”

FANGIRL is available now from Amazon and Smashwords.

Rozlyn Sparks is a thirty-something lady who’s been around the block a time or two. A Sin City native, she believes what happens in Vegas is fantastic inspiration for fiction! She knows the best stories are the ones that need to be shared. Give her a pen, some paper, and a Redbull and Vodka and she’ll spin tales that will have you begging for more.

Rozlyn Sparks is represented by Rising Sign Books. Find out more about her and her books at:

http://www.risingsignbooks.net/p/authors.html

Or Email her directly at rozlynsparks@cox.net

Blog Tour with DeeLicious, Derek and Maks Inked Heart

Author: DeeLicious - Derek and Maks – Inked Heat Series Book One

Author's Bio:

An avid reader of paranormal and erotic romances since college, she has always dreamed of becoming an author. Joining a role play group gave her the window to write that she’d been looking for and the final push she needed to sit down and write her first short story.

Blurb:

What happens when your single, forty-something mom brings home her new boy toy and it’s the hot stud that gave you your first tattoo; the one you’ve been fantasizing about for the last few weeks since turning 18? Will Bianca finally have sex with a real man and not some clumsy high school boy? What will she do when presented with not one, but two, hot muscular men who co-own the tattoo parlor? Turn the pages to find out.

Excerpt one:

It was Friday night and it was official; her life as she knew it was
over. Caput! Fini! Bianca Lucas sighed as she fidgeted in her seat at the dining room table. Her mother Jane, or Jade as she’d officially changed it to, stood there introducing her new boy toy, Derek. Derek was the tattooed 30-something dream god who’d inked her first tattoo, a sunburst on her left ankle, a little over six weeks ago when she turned 18. She’d been fantasizing about the hot hunk, ever since. Bianca tried to sit there keeping her composure, but from her seated position if she turned her head to look at Derek, she’d be eye level with the serious bulge at his groin since he was still standing behind the chair next to hers and had not yet taken his seat. How could she possibly maintain her demeanour if she was forced to look at that mouth-watering package? Would her mother just get on with the introductions and tell the walking sex god to sit...PLEASE!

Excerpt Two:

Derek scrubbed his hands down over his face and spoke with a lethal tone to his voice. “You know cuz, I think the lovely Ms. Bianca deserves much more than a fuck on this bench for her first time. Let’s move her to the couch in the office.” Suddenly she was lifted in Maks’ arms, his face loomed over hers as he bent his head, his lips capturing hers with a groan, and her arms wrapping around his sturdy neck. Her back met supple buttery leather in just seconds as Maks deposited her on the couch in the office they were in earlier. In seconds Maks’ mouth devoured her own, his tongue delving past her lips to twirl  sensually with hers. She knew it was Derek’s full masculine lips that suddenly ravaged her bared pussy, his blond head pushing between her spread thighs. His tongue was wicked as it probed her gate and sucked on her clit.

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Now don't forget, this is a blog tour, so it will be running for a few more days on other blogs! It kicks off here today, then travels to a few others.

Special Midweek Promo with Abby Hayes, Costumes and Dungeons!

I'm always thrilled to welcome Abby to The Naughty Pages, and with Halloween quickly approaching (only a week left!) what book of hers better to promote than Costumes and Dungeons, another Naughty Nights Press publication!


You are never too old for a costume party, right? (I'll defintely agree there!) Well, definitely not if you go to college at Kent State University in Ohio where I do. Each year, one night late in October, students flood the main street of town in elaborate costumes. It’s really as cool as it is surreal and spooky in a way (I’m not great with large crowds that bring out the city police in full force LOL).

I am thinking with the release of my Halloween story, Costumes and Dungeons, I have to go as a sexy vampire this year. So, did some shopping, haven’t picked yet, but what do you think? Help!!! There might just be an ebook, a past release, in it for one or more lucky commenter(s) :)

And, check out my new release:
“Costumes and Dungeons” by Abby Hayes
Blurb:
As Christy gets ready for her once a year, letting go, night out with her friends, she vows to show them all just how wild she can be. Clad in a skimpy vampire costume, this Halloween, her friends Laurie and Missy take her to a big party in a mansion across town.

But, after a small mishap leaves her covered in wine, a man also dressed as a vampire, the home owners son, leads her downstairs with the promise of getting to clean up.

But, the downstairs is more a bachelor pad, and Christopher is very direct in proposing a night in what he calls his dungeon. And, things are not always as they seem… Buy Now at ARE and Smashwords
Excerpt:
He interrupted her internal conversation when he lead her through one of the two doors on the back wall. He pulled her through a bedroom, and then into a bathroom to huge to describe with Jacuzzi tub, sauna, shower and all.
“I swear, this basement is four times the size of my apartment,” her thoughts came out of her mouth before she could stop them.
“It’s under a big house. Now, let’s get this off you and get you cleaned up.” Before he even finished his sentence, he had pulled on the laces of her corset and let her breasts spill out.
“Wow, I could have done that myself, thank you,” she spat out, more surprised than anything as she covered herself.
“Don’t do that,” he commanded in his authoritative voice. “Let me get you cleaned up. Doesn’t the tub look inviting? Let me give you a night in my lair that you will not soon forget. No questions, just agree to submit to my every whim.”
“Well, that was direct,” she sort of spat back at him.
“I am. Yes or no?”
“What exactly am I committing to, just a bath, or also to you and I in that bed built for four out there?”
“No. I never share my bed. The other room, the other door, is my room for all sexual activities. Safe word provided.”
Her heart dropped, but her body reacted. Her panties were definitely wet. “Uh, sorry, I may have agreed to the sex,” she stumbled over the words. Then she mumbled to the side, “this was supposed to be my one night of abandon this year, but...” she left off as she looked back up into his sexy eyes; ones like a vampire’s.
Yeah, she would have agreed to the sex, but who the hell knew what was in that other room.

Special Promo Friday with Rawiya!

For a special post, I'm thrilled to welcome Rawiya to The Naughty Pages with her book, Sugar Daddy!

Is it Wrong To Seek A Partner with Money
Rawiya

Thanks to Phoenix for having me here today. My post is only an opinion regarding
an assumption we often make. When you see an older person with a younger one, it’s
automatically assumed the couple is together for monetary reasons. I’ve even done it
myself. Recall Anna Nicole Smith and her older rich lover? I know when I first heard
about that, I said, there’s no way she actually loves him, she wants him for his money.
We all know what happened after that. He died, she was left with part of his fortune but
his family fought her tooth and nail until he own death several years later.

There are many other famous and not so famous stories involving couples who have the
same circumstances but I wonder, is it still possible for that person to be in love and
want security?

In tough financial times like these, it would be great to have at least one person in the
relationship with money and security. Less problems to worry about right? The harmony
between these two might be better for the most part. Not saying they’ll be happy all the time but
money wouldn’t be a big issue unless one is spending too much. *snicker*

So what’s wrong with wanting a partner with cash? Sure, there things to be worked out between
the two parties regarding spending and sharing of things like credit and such but don’t all of us
want to be with someone who can love and provide for us?

That’s what my character Matthew Davidson wants. A Sugar Daddy who can take care of him
monetarily and in the bedroom. In the story, he makes his desires quite clear. The question is,
does he find the man who’s up to the challenge?

Hope you enjoyed my post. Please enjoy the blurb and excerpt from the book.
Matthew Davidson wants a MAN! The setting shifts away from the America’s to Britain where
Matthew and his childhood friend, Devon Peartly attend a cooking school to obtain their
cooking certificates. The young man wants a partner so badly, he decides he’ll try an online
dating service in hopes of finding a black man that can take care of and satisfy him romantically.
He finds that man, Antwon Bantu on an online dating site and is instantly intrigued. Little does
Matthew know that Antwon is involved in a “convenient” marriage and is seeking a younger
partner so he can finally get on with his life. Instead of confessing the truth, he decides to hide
it, fearing he’ll lose the chance with Matthew if he informs him. To complicate things, Antwon’s
wife claims to be in love with him. Antwon must choose what’s more important; loving Matthew
or saving his impeccable reputation as a top barrister in the London courts?

Smashwords
Amazon
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Hot excerpt
Antwon felt they’d had too much serious conversation. He wanted to talk about fun
things, share a few kisses. Okay more than that. No they didn’t have to go all the way,
but he wished to touch that hot body, kiss those slim lips, and so much more.
“Thank you, Matthew. I appreciate that. I’ve been thinking about coming out a lot more lately, though. I’m an older man who can stand on his own two feet. I no longer care that deeply about being accepted.” To a certain extent. “Now, I want to be loved, Matthew.”
Slowly he snaked his arm around Matthew’s lean frame hoping he’d get the hint. “By one man,” he added along with subtle touches on the young man’s neck. “As long as I have that and the support from that significant other, I don’t need those grumpy old men in my corner.” Antwon inched closer to Matthew, eliminating a lot of the space
between them. He licked his lips while maintaining eye contact with the young man. Please let me. He didn’t need to say anything. His eyes pleaded for Matthew to allow a kiss.
Matthew cracked a smile and traced the fine lines on Antwon’s face, seemingly picking up the signals. Within seconds, their mouths connected in a soft and simple kiss. Just that nearly caused Antwon’s cock to spring from his black trousers. He lifted his lids and caught Matthew’s hazel gaze once more, taking pleasure in Matthew’s gentle
caresses. “More, please…” he whispered and pulled Matthew into his strong arms, embracing him, lining up their lips once again for more of the same.

Just as he’d hoped, Matthew reciprocated the gesture and unlike the last one, this intrusion was more direct and with tongue! Oh how Antwon loved to taste a man’s tongue with his own and having a sample of Matthew’s was no exception.
As they continued, Antwon leaned back on the couch, taking the young man with him
until he was on top, crotch to crotch, and gazing down at him in surprise.
“God, Antwon,” he managed in a throaty growl before taking the older man’s mouthagain with his own.

“Mhmm,” Antwon moaned into Matthew’s kiss, offering more of his own tongue in
return. They exchanged the taste of the Merlot with their tongues telling each other
secrets. “Matthew, I want you so badly right now.” He really did. So much so he
considered breaking the promise he’d set before he left his home. No sex on this first
date. If Matthew wanted it then he’d give him just that, despite his earlier thoughts.
Something told him that wouldn’t be an issue with his prospective lover.

The young culinary student only nodded and captured his mouth again in a hot embrace
while pressing his body further into Antwon’s. Their cocks met through the soft material
and Antwon felt as though he might explode at any moment. “Matthew.” He gripped
his waist and pushed himself upwards to meet his thrusts. In one move, he slid both his
hands inside Matthew’s blue jeans, grasping his hips through his underwear. “You’re so
beautiful, Matthew.”

Still meeting his gaze, he only laughed and sat on his lap while he unbuttoned his
oxford. Seductively, one by one, he undid them, making Antwon salivate by the second
for what he was about to see. Once he finished, Matthew revealed a tanned chest –
slender, not six packed at all but lean. Perky brown nipples, pierced, looked so inviting.
He wanted to trace them with his tongue. A Chinese saying tattooed above his right
breast, and on his bicep, a black cat with sharp fangs and claws reaching out. Pretty
menacing but maybe it had some meaning to him.

“Gorgeous.” Antwon traced the line of fine hair from the centre of his torso down to
his waistband. What he’d already seen excited him but God did he want more! What’s
under those skinny jeans? He’d felt the slim hips but what about the front? What did his
cock look like? More importantly what did it taste like?

Obviously, satisfied with his approval, Matthew leaned in again, his tongue caressing
the older gentleman’s lips while his hands worked at loosening the clasp on his trousers.
Their tongues intertwined and again, their bodies aligned perfectly on the sofa. Antwon
reached in between them, undoing his own zipper, releasing his hardened shaft from its
hiding place. Once he’d pushed them down from his waist, he slipped his shirt over his
head and tossed it aside.

“Antwon, you’re so goddamn sexy!” Matthew grinned while taking both of their
erections in his palm.

Yes, they could do this. They didn’t have to sleep together. As long as there was a release
– some relief. God did he need it, even though he’d enjoy slipping inside of Matthew’s
body a lot more.

That won’t be too far off.

RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya's first sole author
book, “Time to Make the Donuts” is now available in multiple digital formats through online
vendors and her first MMF Living In The Now was released in April from Naughty Nights Press.
Rawiya loves multiracial characters who overcome obstacles other than race. Sweet, sassy, and
spicy would be the best way to describe her work. Happily married mother of two, loves music,
computers, and travel. She blogs regularly at Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the
Rawiya’s blog on Wordpress.

As always, I'm thrilled to have Rawiya here, I look forward to hosting you again, and can't wait to read Sugar Daddy!

Special Midweek Promo with Angelica Dawson

Yesterday got a bit hectic in the house, so I am a day late (actually a week late, but all's forgiven!), but here I am finally hosting Angelica Dawson, lovely author of Blue Moon House, and contributing author to Campus Sexploits 3!! Take it away, Angelica!

Blue Moon House excerpt

“MmmmMmmaximum.” Julia wept loudly. Blood was trickling down her back and over her
breasts where the cruel whip had broken her skin. She burned everywhere, stinging from her first
beating at his hand, and then adding the salt of sweat, the blood. Sagging against the chains that held
her mostly upright, she sobbed bitterly.
The whip was gone and Harry was there, releasing her wrists. “Terrance. Did you have to be so
hard?”
The tall, icy man softened for the first time Julia had seen. “Everyone has a limit. If she would
join us, I would know hers. Now, I do. Take care of her, Harrold.”
Julia’s mind logged the response but couldn’t think about it in the midst of the pain. Harry was
licking her wounds, his saliva closing them faster but burning them further. Julia screamed again.
“Hush,” Harry said with concern, his voice soft and familiar, a raft for Julia to grasp in the sea of
pain. There was a stabbing in her leg.
“That will help. You will sleep soon, Julia. In the morning, the pain will be much less, I
promise,” Terrance told her, pulling her hair off her face and mopping it with a cool cloth.
“I-I’m not...” She didn’t know how to ask if she was unworthy.
“You impress me, Julia. I look forward to having centuries to get to know more of you, other
limits.”
Julia flinched, crying out and hugging Harry. Terrance laughed and the difference between that
and the cold demands, the hard mocking he’d given her all night made her turn back.
“Never pain, Julia. I found that limit.”
She relaxed, the drug they’d given her taking effect. It didn’t make her dopey, but she was
exhausted. Terrance had followed only hours after Lynn. Julia hoped that was the end of the women.
All had known of her distaste, but only Jocelyn had pushed it, knowing she could be pushed. Lynn had
been more like Sophia.
When she woke on the large bed, she did ache, but all the burning was gone. She saw welts all
over her body, but smelled a tincture that had been applied to speed her healing. It was working. She
rose slowly though, wincing at times, to find herself breakfast.
For the first time, Julia wondered just how many vampires there were in Blue Moon House. Was
she near the end yet? She hadn’t changed her mind. Her family lived far away and she only saw them
on holidays. She had a few friends she would miss keenly, but they would be fine without her. No one
depended on her, except possibly her co-workers, and she’d been meaning to walk out on them for
months now.
“Whoa. Are you okay?” one of the other submissives, a man of middle years, asked.
Julia nodded, sitting very gingerly in the dining room. Pain spread across her bottom and then
receded a little after she had sat a moment. Sucking through her teeth, she pushed it away. Then she
lifted her juice.
“Who?” he asked. It wasn’t a common question. Masters were usually kept private.
“Terrance,” Julia’s voice was a croak.
The man’s mouth hung open. “But Terrance never... I mean, I hope you feel better soon.”
Julia grabbed at his elbow. “You belong to Terrance?” she asked.
“I did,” the man answered. “He was too soft, too gentle for what I wanted. He sent me to Will.”
The man’s grin gleamed. “I’m very happy now.”
Julia stiffened and regretted it when her bruises panged. Will, she was sure, would have her
next. “I see. Have you had other Masters?”
“Not in the House. I’m Justin.” He offered his hand and Julia took it. “You’re older than most,”
he observed.
She chuckled. “So are you.” Most of the submissives were in their mid-twenties. Both Julia and
Justin were well over thirty. Julia was only a year and a bit from forty. It had posed problems when she
started in the BDSM community - no one had wanted her. Blue Moon House, Harry specifically, had
not turned her away after one session.
“Touché. Why Terrance?” he asked.
Julia shook her head, sure she couldn’t tell him, unsure if she was even allowed.
“Who is your Master normally?” Justin asked.
Julia’s eyes went soft. “Harry.”
Justin smiled. “I’ve often wished he took men. Not that I’m not happy with Will. I thought about
it most when I was with Terrance,” he admitted.
Julia simply nodded. She ate slowly, relishing the nourishment, the fluids. Her body felt every
year of thirty-eight today. The spare flesh had been kind to her in the beginning, cushioning blows so
they stung but didn’t bruise. She’d lost weight, though not a lot, since coming here and her joints ached
in a way they hadn’t a year or two ago.
She chuckled to herself as Justin rose. He quirked an eyebrow and she shook her
head. “Nothing.” She’d just been thinking how little she’d miss those aches when she was a vampire.

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Well that sounds steamy and delicious! And I'm sure Campus Sexploits 3 is just as hot as the second was. I do need to find some time to get around to it. Thank you, Angelica, and I look forward to seeing you on the Naughty Pages again!