Good morning, my lovelies!
Today is all about my fellow wicked author, AR Von. I promise you’re going to like her. 😉
A.R. was born and raised in Bronx, NY and is the oldest daughter of two girls. She holds an Associate’s Degree in Computer Science and Information Technology, which was only briefly used. She’s a mother of two entertaining teen boys (as well as a lovely fawn Chihuahua, whom she considers her furry daughter.) She’s also a wife to a delightfully handsome and amazingly funny man-beast. She loves anything dragon and fantasy related. In her free time she enjoys exercising, writing, listening to music, hiking, cooking, dancing and reading. She also loves a great adventure in and out of a book! She writes to free her mind of its constant wondering and clutter. She thrives on the fact she can share some of it with readers that have the same passion for a great story.
She also loves to hear from her reader’s and chat away, so feel free to reach out to her any time.
A.R.’s web site: http://ar-von.com/
A.R.’s fb page: https://www.facebook.com/ARVon2
Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/A.R.-Von/e/B00BGAHQ46/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
Lady’s Destiny trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zX47tbKbX8g&feature=youtu.be
Wunder trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sipAihP2MhQ
Now for your reading pleasure, a sexy teaser of Sweetest Treat from the Wicked Fairytales: the Curvy Collection…
Sweetest Treat Blurb
Left in the forest by their father as children, Meesh and Shawn stumble upon the edible house of the Wicked One. Cursed by her, they will both crave sweets uncontrollably for as long as they live. Years have passed and Shawn has discovered a new sweet shop in town. After her brother lets her in on the scoop, Meesh must check it out for herself. For the first time in her life, Meesh finds something she craves more than sugar!
Enjoy the retelling of Hansel and Gretel, with a ‘wicked’ twist.
This place has much more than meets the eye. It’s enormous! From looking on the outside, one would think it’s a small shop, basic like a bakery. But no! There are various counters that offer different delights. One enclosed show counter has various cookies of all shapes and sizes, the one next to it if filled with all sorts of chocolates. Spinning around, I see another, even bigger display filled to the brim with cakes and pies. There are a couple of other displays further in, but my senses are honed in on that one scent that stood out above the rest and its leading me further in, towards the back where a sign hangs stating, ‘Café & Books’.
Deciding to just get what I came for this time around and not explore, as I really would rather do. I go for an assortment of miniature pastries, mostly cannoli’s, my favorite and a few rainbow cookies, Shaun’s favorite. Then, make my way out of the shop and straight home. Only stopping, to wait for the light to change, so I can safely cross the streets and get these sweet treats home.
I’ve been to ‘Dream Come True Sweets’ twice a week for the last two months now. Still not exploring the shop to find who the owner of that ever present teasing scent belongs to. I’ve also not yet journeyed to the back of the shop or tried the coffee. I have, however, made a friend in Mark.
As soon as I walk in, the friendly teen gives me the scoop on the specials, what’s freshest, what’s his favorite, then makes a bit more small talk about a new joke he heard, the weather, and such.
I found out that he’s been chatting up with my brother about our security business. Mark is planning to go to college for anything to do with computers. He’s a closet computer geek and has lots of surprises up his sleeve for someone his age.
My brother offered him an internship, in our company to help him along in his career and studies. We’ve never done anything like that before, but Shaun says the ‘hands on experience’ will help Mark in ways that just might one day make him another Steve Jobs.
I’m all for that! Mark is really a great kid and deserves to go places in life.
Today, when walking in, the nutty smell of coffee whiffs by me, teasing me more than ever, more intense than before because it’s mixed in with the scent, but stronger this time. This one scent that’s captured my attention from the very first time, I entered this place. Seemingly entranced by the strength of it today, I walk forward with my eyes closed, allowing my nose to lead me and walk smack into a bouncy wall of—Oh, my gods!
My hands are currently placed on the planes of a man’s very muscular chest. All I can do is just stand there and stare at what’s beneath my hands. I allow my fingers to tense up and squeeze, feeling the most toned chest I’ve ever had the privilege to touch. Allowing my eyes to travel up, I find myself staring into the most unusual, magical pair of sage green, crystallized looking eyes. Hungry looking eyes. Forcing my gaze higher, I see the owner of this divine body, beautiful eyes and entrancing scent has stylish spiky golden blond hair. The perfect length for a woman to grab onto while he feasts between her thighs and makes her—“Yes!”
What the hell am I doing? I can’t believe I said that out loud! He’s going to think I’m a loon! I drop my hands, along with my gaze, knowing it looks as if I’ve just been burned and I take a step back. “Umm—sorry about that.” I’m no virgin, far from it actually. Though, I still blush like one, no matter the circumstances. It drives me insane that I’m so easily read! I can see his eyes spark with curiosity and I think interest? Which causes the blush to travel to the tips of my ears.
The delightful stranger, whom I can no longer look at without blushing, clears his throat, twice, “Umm—Yea, no worries. I was actually quite enjoying your—exploration and touch.”
He was enjoying my exploring and my—Oh, my gosh! I was squeezing his pecks like a man would a pair of firm breasts. Nice plump, juicy ones. Exploring them, in a similar way a man would a woman. Well, when the exploration was tentative. How strange, I don’t even recall placing my hands back on him!
Feeling a touch brave, only for a moment, I lift one of my hands, deciding to run a fingertip over a nipple, which in turn causes him to shiver and causes extreme delight in my intimate parts.
I’ve never been with a sensitive or responsive man. Each I’ve been with has been…blah. Not even a ticklish one in the bunch. I bet this man beneath my hands has more than one spot I could attack with my tongue and touch, use them to bring him to submission or even just for fun. Definitely some incredibly erotic foreplay…Why am I thinking like this? What’s wrong with me? This is not me! But he’s so tempting and I now find myself afraid! Something isn’t right here.