Promo Monday with Adriana Kraft's Best Man

Setting an erotic romance

Thanks so much for having me today, Phoenix! 

Hubs and I are so excited about The Best Man, which has already been given a five star 
review. This is the first release for the new indie imprint my husband and I are launching, B&B Publishing. Be sure to scroll to the bottom and leave a comment to enter for our giveaway!

Bad boy meets bad girl. Is there anything more?

The Best Man

B&B Publishing, June, 2013: e-book
ISBN 978-0-9894693-0-2,  ASIN B00D2YEZXE
Erotic Romance Novel, 56,000 words
Cover by Dawné Dominique
Heat Rating Four Flames: Explicit sex: M/F; ménage: M/F/M; multiple partners; sex toys; anal sex; light bondage.

BUY LINK: http://www.amazon.com/The-Best-Man-ebook/dp/B00D2YEZXE/

BLURB

Passionate, hard working and every inch a business woman, Chicago realtor Kitty Paige likes her sex raw and edgy, and sees no reason to limit herself to just one man. Never married and not quite forty, the striking blonde has successfully raised her daughter, Susan, and is already pushing her new-found freedom to the limits.

Wealthy commodities middle-man and race horse owner Jared Jacobs is father of the best man at Susan’s wedding. He is smitten by the vision in yellow who exudes sex as she escorts her  daughter down the aisle. Also single, the handsome mustached California ranch owner with  mischievous eyes views his sex life as a series of splendid love affairs, and sets out to make Kitty  next on the list.

Together and apart, their chemistry is explosive, and their sparkling repartee and steamy sex  catch both partners by surprise. Jared is first to recognize he’s fallen in love. When Kitty panics,  can Jared finesse his every move and reel her in?

SETTING AN EROTIC ROMANCE

Have you ever thought about how the geographical setting influences the story in erotic  romance? This is certainly true in our new indie release, The Best Man, available now at Amazon.com. I thought it might be fun to share some of the story behind the setting. 

Hubs and I, who co-author Erotic Romance for Two, Three or More under our pen name, Adriana Kraft, are longtime horse racing fans and have owned race horses in the past. Ours  were what you’d call low-end horses, who ran at minor tracks and might have competed in a  stakes race or two, but never anything near Triple Crown quality, several echelons above us. Those high levels are for the very wealthy – most often, people who’ve earned their wealth through something other than horse racing, and own horses for the sheer joy of it.

Enter our hero, Jared Jacobs. We placed him outside San Diego, California, for a reason. We’ve spent two weeks in a Ramona-area time share a couple different winters. One of those years, we took the beautiful drive east, up into the foothills, and sampled the historical community of Julian. There is a very famous and large horse ranch tucked away just off the highway that leads to Julian. 

We filed that memory away (and wished we could have toured the farm), and when we needed just the right hero for Kitty Paige, it suddenly was the solution. We’ve given it to Jared, who earns his wealth in commodities, but loves his horses. Our choice of setting drove his avocation – which, it turns out, provides the perfect cover for him to re-connect with Kitty, after their disastrous first encounter.

Chicago for Kitty’s home? Less of a stretch, and probably more predictable. It’s where hubs and  I met, married, and spent the first several years of our married life. We know and love Chicago  from the inside, visit there when we can, and often set stories there or close by. 

Kitty’s definitely a kick-ass heroine, so she needed an occupation that would go with her  personality, one where her talents, her looks and her hard-nosed determination would shine. The solution? She’s both a high-end real estate agent and a contractor who builds and restores high-end homes. As with horse racing, these are occupations we’ve been close to, at a much lower end than Kitty’s, of course. A while back we briefly joined forces with our son, a general contractor, in an investment business to buy, rehab and sell houses. Our venture didn’t last long—there were too many sharks swimming in the water, and we weren’t willing to play by shark rules. Writing erotic romance is phenomenally more satisfying and less of a challenge to our moral principles. But we learned enough to be able to anchor Kitty’s occupation in reality—and, it turns out, she’s not afraid to be a shark, when she needs to.

EXCERPT

Here’s a little taste of Kitty and Jared’s first encounter:

“May I have this dance, Ms. Paige?”
Trying to look appropriately surprised, Kitty peered into dark brown eyes that sparkled. He 
clearly knew she wasn’t surprised. 
“Of course,” she said, rising to her feet. 
She let him guide her to the small dance floor. She moved into his arms, trying not to react 
to his warm smile. He was accustomed to holding a woman. He held her close comfortably, 
resting a hand on the rise of her rump. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage,” she said, eyeing him levelly. “You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”
“Jared Jacobs.”
“Friend of the groom, or the bride? I’m afraid since Susan moved out here, I don’t know most of her friends.”
“I’ve been a friend of Brad’s family for years. I’ve met Susan several times. You’ve done a 
fine job raising your daughter, Ms. Paige.”
“Thank you. Do call me Kitty. Ms. Paige makes me sound too motherly. So do you live in Seattle?”
“Nope. I’m a fan of the sun. I work out of San Diego.”
“That should be sunny enough. You say work out of. Don’t you live there, too?”
“You’re not only a beautiful woman and a lovely dancer, you’re a good listener.” 
The music stopped for more toasts by the best man.
“And you’re a bullshit artist.” She laughed at his scowl. “I’m not easily charmed—unless I 
want to be. So you haven’t answered my question.”
“I’m a businessman. I have several interests,” Jared said, handing her a glass of champagne. “I’m a middle man for various overseas companies seeking buyers in this country—copper, steel, aluminum. Most anything, really.”
“So you travel a lot.”
“Maybe that’s why it feels like I work out of San Diego rather than live there. I understand 
you’re a successful business woman yourself.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “That’s a matter of opinion. There’s always room for 
improvement.”
“I also travel some to follow my horses.”
“Horses?”
“Race horses. Do you ever get out to Arlington Park?”
“Of course. It’s such a beautiful place.” She’d heard the catch in his voice when he mentioned the horses. She understood the awe those majestic animals could inspire. “I’ve been to the Derby a couple times.”
“Ah, so you have more than passing interests in the addictive beasts.” He gave her a broad smile, took her hand and guided her back to the dance floor.
“Doesn’t every girl dream about horses?”
“Most girls give up their childhood fantasies as reality smacks them in the faces.” He leaned 
away from her as they swayed to the music. “Somehow, I don’t think you do.”
She grinned. “Maybe I should’ve, but I’m too stubborn for my own good. Someday I’m going to own a racehorse. I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.”
“Maybe you haven’t found the right partner?” 
She saw his eyes teasing before she rested her head on his shoulder. “Maybe I’ve been too 
busy to look.” She’d add racehorses to her to do list as soon as she got back to Chicago. She had plenty of contacts. She might not have given up on her childhood fantasy, but she’d nearly forgotten it. She smiled into Jared’s suit coat. Maybe her daughter’s wedding would rekindle a dream.

CONTEST: The Silk Scarf Contest
We don't want to give away any secrets, but the yellow scarf that's just dropped to the floor between Jared and Kitty on their cover has some very special scenes of its own in the book -  and you have a chance to win it (U.S. delivery only)! One lucky reader will win a hand-finished yellow scarf made of genuine Thai Dupioni silk, just like Kitty's. All you have to do is leave us a comment about The Best Man any time all month, on our blog or on our blog tour. Please leave your email in your comment (YOUR NAME at blahdeblah DOT whatever).

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Adriana Kraft is the pen name for a husband/wife team writing Erotic Romance for Two, Three or More. The award-winning pair has published over thirty erotic romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. 
Long and Short Reviews: “scorching hot…refreshing...something to read 
when you want straight up hotness.” 
Romance Junkies: “filled with warmth, blazing hot sex, well-developed characters…not for the faint of heart.”  Romantic pairings include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.

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Phoenix appreciates on Author Chat Friday

I know I do still have some more questions to post, but with some of the events I've seen in the past couple weeks or so, I've decided that can wait until next month. Instead, this time, I want this post to be full of "warm and fuzzies." 
I won't go in to too much detail of the not-to-cheery things that have led to this... sentimental post. But I will talk about the more positive details. 
Last weekend, a fellow writer in one of the awesome Facebook groups I'm a member of, wanted to hear some "warm and fuzzies," so she asked what it was that drove the rest of us to keep writing, regardless of negative reviews, bad publishers, troll reviews etc. 
So, with permission of those who posted their reasons for continuing on through the muck, here are some of the reasons we do what we do, starting with yours truly:

Phoenix Johnson: For me, it's the friends I've made along the way, keeping my anxiety and depression mostly at bay, and for those good reviews and fan emails that make the pain and frustration worth it, plus the excitement of acceptances, edits and covers. Love it. But then there're two other extremely important reasons: Gina, and Penny. Because I want them to see all their time and effort, all they do is not a waste because without our Mistress G, and of course without Penny, I wouldn't be Phoenix. They both brought her out, showed her she was worth it, showed me I was worth it. So I keep going to show both these ladies how much their faith in me means, and that their efforts are extremely appreciated.

Jess Buffett: I love sharing my dreams with others. I love hearing how much they love the characters I imagined. It's like someone telling you how adorable your child is. And... the friends you make are amazing!

Shawn Monrowe: I write cause I'm too old to start a career as a porn star. (Have to include a giggle, too!)

Khloe Wren: I love all my friends I've made since beginning my writing journey. I'm so new to it all, for me it's still the thrill of seeing your story out there, hearing people say they enjoyed it. I'm simple to please! (I'm sure once I get a taste of the nasty side of trolls/bad reviews I may change my tune a little!) xo

Shay MacLean: I write because I feel I have so much to share with the world. Hopefully my ideas will touch readers in a way that it changes their view of something. I've also found that I get a rush from finishing a story. For me it's a natural high that I can't imagine finding any other way. I actually get withdraw if I don't write for a long time. No matter how little. And of course I've made some amazing friends since I started writing.

Imogene Nix: Ahem... okay I'm different. Hands up! I know it. Believe it or not, it keeps my nightmares at bay (I dream a lot and graphic stuff) so that's what started me. Then I realised I could sleep through the night without being afraid to sleep. Plus somewhere along the way, I discovered publishers actually liked my work (well, most of them, anyway!)
Then I made friends and discovered I can write at least a decent story...
What's not to love about it?

J. S. Morbius: I continue to write because I like writing, the message of equality for all is still not getting through to some people, because it's fun and I get to meet loads of great people like everyone in this group and NNP who like the same things as I do. Without Gina, Penny and all of NNP there would be no J S Morbius just some guy writing for a free site, not learning how to improve with each new piece and with no real goal in life.

Gemma Parkes: I just can't stop writing, it's instinctive for me to write, so many ideas and so little time! I would still write even if l didn't publish anything.

I think everyone has summed it up quite succinctly. Without writing, we'd probably be lost. Thanks to all the authors who allowed me to borrow their reasons, and of course all the best with future writing!
~Phoenix

Promo Monday with Betty Carlton and Zeke Kincaid's Woman

Today I'm pleased to welcome a new face to The Naughty Pages, Betty Carlton!

Hello, Betty, and a very warm welcome to The Naughty Pages. I’m thrilled to have you here today to discuss your writing.

~So tell me, what specifically do you write?

I like to write about stubborn dominate man. Who demand their own way. I like to put them in the 1800’s. It’s the Historical Romance bug in me. I guess.

Love a bit of the historical from time to time, myself!

~What type of writer are you; do you plot it out or, like myself, are you a pantser?

I’m a little of both. Usually, I have plotted out the settings, major events, and ending in great detail. Once I start to write my characters tend to ad-lib some very interesting stuff I hadn’t thought of before.

~Why did you first take up the pen, so to speak? 

In 2008 unemployed and bored to death. Unemployed meant funds were tight and I had re-read every book in the house. I had the time and decided to write the book I wanted to read. Boy, was I surprised.

~Did you always know you would write? Or are you a newbie to the craft? 

Definitely, I am a newbie.

 If I had known, I would be doing this earlier in life I would have taken classes to learn how to do it correctly. I struggle with every sentence. Now, I’m too old in the sense every time I think I get it right tomorrow I have forgotten it. I really don’t mind because I decided to have fun with it and I do.

And really, isn't that the important thing? Enjoying it, having fun with it, means the passion is there. 

~You write specific genres, do you find them enjoyable to read as well?

Betty writes the more erotic dominate romances. I do read a few every now and again.

~As a writer, who is an idol of yours?

 I not sure she’s what I call my Idol. I do like Cherise Sinclair’s works. She makes you look forward to  reading with the anticipation of what’s next.

~Is it the same person for you as a reader? If not, who is your favourite author to read?

That’s a hard one for I read so many different genes now. I really don’t have a current favorite. That’s one of the outcomes of being a writer. You get exposed to books you never would have looked twice at before. Now you read them and enjoyed them.

~Are there any shoutouts you’d like to make?

Yes, there are. Sizzler Editions- Jean Marie Stine whose kind words encouraged me to push past the self-doubt and just write. The Readers for without them where would we be. And the authors I have come to know who believe in the ‘Pay it forward ‘ and stepped up to share ideas and their knowledge with me. 

Blurb...
On the musical stage in 1856 Lori Ann a singer extraordinaire impresses the audiences with her voice: male admirers line up for a chance to meet her - and an enamored Zeke Kincaid is one of them. A dominant man as well as an honorable one, he proposes marriage - but foolishly she refuses.

Once a Kincaid man chooses his mate it’s a done deal as far as they are concerned. Zeke does the only thing he knows the same as many men in his family before him did. He spirits Lori Ann away, and begins to train her to be submissive and obedient in the Kincaid tradition.

In all ways Zeke can think of Lori Ann will learn to please him - and he will return to the town of Paradise to finish her training.

All goes well ... until the day Lori Ann vanishes...

Purchase links https://sizzlereditions.com/2013/03/zeke-kincaids-woman-by-betty-carlton/

Website: http://bettysbloggingplace.blogspot.com/
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Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Betty-Carlton-Books/188923114471788
Twitter: https://twitter.com/betcar1

If Books Were Real with Alysha Ellis

Inspiration isn’t always divine.

I observed an on-line conversation recently about the writer’s source of inspiration.  People spoke seriously and sincerely about the nobility and purity of their calling.  I didn’t  contribute a thing. How could I? I don’t have a gracious lady wafting grand ideas into my subconscious mind. I have a bimbo in red stiletto heeled boots whispering smutty suggestions into  my ear. Others have a muse...I have an inner tart.

My inner tart is prepared to use anything for inspiration...and I do mean anything,  including the weirdness of some internet users. A little while ago I received an email from a fan.  This is a big deal for me. Fans are golden and must be treated as such. I was a little confused  when he (and yes, that was surprising in itself) said he loved how beautiful I was. 

At first I thought he meant I was a beautiful person, which is an odd conclusion to come  to from reading my books. A wicked person, a depraved woman, an irreverent trouble-maker: 
that would be understandable  -  but beautiful?  It turned out he thought the cover model on one  of my books was me and he had fallen in love. Actually, that would be lust, because he sent me a  detailed and somewhat icky description of exactly what he felt when he looked at the cover...and  I mean felt quite literally. Felt, stroked, squeezed...you get the picture.

Before I pressed the block user button, I sat back and had a think. What kind of person is  so inexperienced, so naive that they think the authors of books are the cover models? 

Or is it that we are so used to people making up avatars and images on the net, that we  now believe what we want to believe…and bugger reality? And if our interactions become more  and more virtual, maybe that’s the way we’ll go.

Maybe one day virtual reality will be indistinguishable from for want of a better word— real reality. So here’s a question for you. If you could step inside a fictional world, and live it as 
if it were real, what would you choose to do?

The answer to my own question—which book would I choose to live in? I’d never settle  for one. 

I’d start with Pride and Prejudice—which would immediately move to the crime fiction  genre because Eliza Bennett has to go. I’m not having any competition for Mr Darcy.

I’d almost certainly have a stay in my own book, Submitting to Him because I write the  kind of heroes I want. So if I get the chance to have them, no way would I turn it down. I want a  hot, dominant, modern Greek god, thank you very much.

And my absolute favourite hero, the one I MUST have is Dominique, Vidal from  Georgette Heyer’s Devil’s Cub.

So where are you going to dive in, and more importantly, with whom?

I must say that would have been an interesting piece of fan mail to get. Good point though, we're living our lives so much in the virtual now, it's easy to get confused between fiction and reality. 

A hiccup on the network

So yesterday I was unable to get online, due to issues with our internet connection. We had about 3 minutes of connection yesterday morning, and then 5 minutes of connection last night. The rest of the day, the modem was just flickering and flashing, and not doing anything useful. Have contacted our provider, and hoping to get it sorted ASAP, so please bare with me for any possible missed posts. Yesterday's promo for Gemma Parkes had been rescheduled for the 19th, so thankfully I didn't have to worry about that (though silly me forgot about the re-sched and panicked!). Author Chat Friday should be able to go ahead however, and we should hopefully be back on track. 
I'll hopefully have some fantastic news to share soon, besides the fact that Persephone, the novel that I have been working on since November for NaNoWriMo last year, is finished and has now been submitted to Naughty Nights Press. Jeannie's Cowboys, erotic m/f/m short, is not far behind, so I'll be able to get back to Acapello's Lady, The Coven, The Crypt and The Lover's Lovers in between study and moving, thankfully. Very relieved. I have a potential new novel to start as well, but I won't give details until a little later. However, like I said, I should have some fantastic news to share soon, so stay tuned!

Special Guest and Important Message - Author Chat Friday

This, the fifth Friday of May, is a special Author Chat. I'm delighted to welcome special guest Angelica Dawson to The Naughty Pages with a very special message, a very important message for everyone; not just those who live the Naughty life. 

Trust and BDSM

Jocelyn, the protagonist of Kitten, was a victim of gang rape. That event is never described in detail, but  rather in bursts and flashes of memory. After the revelation, she is still handled roughly by men in the  book, however, none of them rape her.

A line in BDSM, that is often drawn with smudging, is consent. She has given herself to me so I can do  whatever I want with her. It’s a scary thought. It puts women back into a position they held years ago  where they were victims of men, unable to stand up for themselves with any expectation of being respected in her wishes. 

Done properly, a Master knows his partner’s limits and may press them but not pass them. It isn’t fair  to take someone’s trust and betray it before they can have a chance to say no. Jocelyn comes to trust  Will despite his violent nature and degrading language. It is made apparent to her that it is a game. He  can say anything without really meaning it. He spreads his violence out, letting punishments be titillating  instead of painful. Most importantly, when helping her move beyond her rape fears, he moves slowly. 

He lets her know up front where it is headed and what she will do, “All of your holes can take me,” but  he goes slow, using first fingers, then smaller men, and finally himself. 

Jocelyn informs the vampires on her first encounter that she isn’t interested in rape play. She say, “I  might be willing to be hurt, but I won’t be raped again.” This is a perfect instance of not establishing the  trust and ground rules up front. Terrance, her first partner in Blue Moon House, isn’t playing hard, he  isn’t going for broke, but even so, he discovers where her limits are and what is out of bounds. 

I don’t claim my book is an excellent primer on BDSM. I know it’s not. However, I do hope to faithfully  respect the wishes of my characters and portray a safe environment. There is another scene where  Jocelyn thinks perhaps she has misplaced her trust and the thought is echoed by one of the vampires. 

“You cannot truly be a part of this house unless you trust your master. We have no place for you  otherwise.”

To completely surrender to another requires trust. I hate to think of that trust being betrayed by  someone who selfishly seeks their own pleasure and assumes they know what is best for their partner. 

Communication is the key to any relationship, and the reason why the vampires reveal themselves  immediately after such trust is established. They are in as much danger as their partners. If they are  discovered they risk being hunted and killed. The stakes for them are easily as high as the human  partners who surrender to their bites as well as canes, paddles, chains and any other implements used  to combine pain and pleasure. 

Trust is the bottom line in Blue Moon House, and Kitten is no exception.

Angelica Dawson is the author of Blue Moon House, a vampire BDSM story, and its prequels. She’s  no stranger to blood sucking hoards, but in her day job as an environmental consultant, they tend  to be black flies and mosquitoes rather than vampires. She is constantly sharing flashfiction on her blog and can also be found on twitter  and Facebook. Her books, including the newly released Kitten, can be purchased from her publisher, Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.

Mid week Promo with May McQueen

Today, I'd love to welcome May McQueen to The Naughty Pages with her Naughty Hot Shot, Voyeur Hall. She's a fellow Naughty Nights Press author, wicked in all the right ways and loads of talented fun. 

"Voyeur Hall"

Blurb: Jo is a pretty, laid-back undergrad. While immersing herself in her studies at one of the dirtiest haunts on campus one night, she meets Jared. She's immediately drawn to his carefree personality and suave character, and the two hit it off. Just as the conversation seems to be going somewhere, Jared suddenly leaves Jo, claiming he has a job to get to. Jo's interest is piqued by his suddenly secretive behavior, and she decides to follow him. When she sees him enter Vickers Hall, one of the most rundown buildings on campus, infamous for its utter lack of appeal, she is baffled. But then more and more people follow Jared's example; curious as to why so many people are flocking to Vickers Hall, she decides to investigate. What she finds there is the last thing she ever expected to see—a secretive peep show run by the residents of the dorm. But Jo is far from perturbed. If anything, she is more intrigued. Especially when she finds out just what line of work Jared is in…

Excerpt:
Another girl suddenly sidled up to the door and stood hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, with Jo. Jo pulled away as if she had been scalded and stared at the stranger. Olive skin, wayward black hair, hazel eyes. Something akin to sheepishness was on her face; her cheeks were just as flushed as Jo's must have been, and there was a certain glint in her eye. “Is it okay if I share?” she asked.
Jo said the word before she even thought of it. “Sure.”
She offered a bit more room for the newcomer, and immediately the stranger put her face up to Jo's, gently brushing cheeks. Jo's eyes flickered as a rush shot down to her belly from her cheek.
Even though they were up close and personal with one another, Jo quickly forgot to be uncomfortable as Jared picked up his pace. She could feel the other girl's breath on her face—quick, light pants. Jo bit her lip and looked sideways at her, just studying her face and letting her imagination roam. What was the protocol in a place like this? Subtly she pressed her hip closer against the girl's, then her thigh; the stranger did the same.
Jared settled his eyes on the door again, and Jo stared back intently, imagining herself on her hands and knees in front of him. His partner's head dipped down and he gently pulled it back up by her hair—she made a sound bordering on pleasure and pain, and thrust against him. His hand trailed over her stomach and settled over a breast; he then pulled her upright against him, slowing his pace to meet her in a kiss. Their tongues swirled against each other, just barely visible whenever she sighed. She stuck her chest out and he played with her nipples, pinching and tugging gently.
Jo felt fingers brush up against her ass, and excitement rather than panic filled her when the stranger's hand gently cupped a cheek. Jo gasped quietly and clenched under the girl's hand, gently pressing against it. First she looked at the girl from the corner of her eye, then slowly turned her face towards her, their cheeks still touching. The girl turned, too, and for a brief moment they looked at each other's lips before touching. Jo prodded the girl's tongue with her own and deepened the kiss, snaking a hand behind her neck to draw her closer. The girl moaned into her mouth and squeezed her cheek before grabbing the other to pull her hips in. Their belt buckles touched, and Jo slowly closed the distance and rubbed her mound over the girl's.
They were eagerly rubbing against each other and losing themselves in the kiss when a noise from within the room drew their attention. They pulled away reluctantly from the kiss, but continued to press into each other as they peered into the dorm. The couple had switched positions—Jared lay across the bed and the blonde straddled him, leaning back against his knees and rocking against him slowly. She was thin yet curvy, and her pussy was completely bare; her clit was so swollen that Jo could see it clear as day from where she stood. As Jared reached out to rub it gently, Jo pressed herself harder against the girl, wishing it was him against her.
“New here?” the stranger asked, nipping at Jo's neck.
“Yeah,” she replied.
“Hope you don't mind…the intrusion.”
“No.”
Jo had heard of the bi-curious experimentation among college girls and laughed. Now that she had unexpectedly stumbled into the situation herself, she was far from critical. She continued to watch the blonde bombshell ride Jared sensually while the stranger licked and nipped her skin. This was quickly escalating to the most erotic experience she had had to date, and she was wondering what had kept her from doing it sooner.
When the stranger slid her hand under the waistband of Jo's jeans, her knees wobbled dangerously and she struck the door by accident while trying to catch herself. The couple in the room faltered but quickly found their pace again. Jo gripped the door handle tightly to hold herself up as the woman gently rubbed her mound. She moaned gratuitously, glancing over the stranger's shoulder to the rest of the hall. No one was paying attention to them; most people were engaged in the same activity. Jo and the stranger glanced out of the corner of their eye into the room while the former rode against the other's hand. It took a while to gather her own courage, but when she did, she clumsily tried to slide her own hand down the girl's pants. In response, the stranger buried her face in Jo's hair and gasped, arching against her touch. Liquid silk slipped between her fingers.
Jared and his girl stopped having sex and began to fuck. The girl was moaning so thinly that it sounded like the desperation for release was agony. Jared's brow was knitted and a vein was protruding on his temple. He was watching himself slide in and out of his partner fixedly, grasping her hips tighter the faster she went and the louder she became. Jo and the stranger both rubbed each other more quickly as the sexual confrontation in the dorm became more intense, and both were panting heavily against each other's mouths, taking frequent breaks to watch the show escalate. Then the girl let out a strangled cry and shuddered over Jared; he thrust up hard and held himself there, groaning and squeezing her hips. The stranger gasped and doubled her rhythm on Jo out of excitement, rubbing her desperately, so fast it felt raw, primal, immoral, and so good. Jo's grip tightened on the door handle as she started to climb the peak—
She gushed on orgasm—sparks went off behind her eyes—her legs momentarily lost feeling and she leaned heavily on the door handle—
She swung forward into the dorm, pulling the girl with her by the waist of her jeans. The couple on the bed snapped their heads in her direction. It took her a full two seconds to register the entire situation and the weight behind it.
“Sorry,” Jo mumbled hastily as she swept the door shut again. The stranger started to laugh as she tugged her hand out of Jo's pants. Jo was the furthest from laughing she had ever been.

May McQueen is from Edmonton, Alberta: Land of the ice and snow with a 10 p.m. sun and no hot springs to flow. It sounds less than ideal, but there she finds limitless amounts of inspiration for stories even juicier than the last. Her next release in line is "Caged," which is a turbulent ride that follows a woman down to her deepest desires. This story will be due for your release in Fall 2013 via Naughty Nights Press.
Blog: maymcqueen.blogspot.co.uk
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This has got to be one of the hottest excerpts we've had here on The Naughty Pages.. phew! I might just need to grab a fan, or have a cold shower. Thanks for that treat, May!