An artist at his best! #FanArtFriday #FantasyArt

Happy Friday, friends! Thank you for swinging by.

Some weeks ago, I promised to post the progress photos, showing how Kyle “K-Boogie” Chaney created the image of Rayne in her full transformed form. I got wrapped up with writing and editing and totally forgot my promise. Sorry about that.

Better late than never, aye? 😉

Now, for your viewing pleasure…

Sharayna ‘Rayne’ Piers from The Dragon Queen Series

**This drawing was inspired by an image drawn by Paolo Pantalena.**



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Sexy Character Drawing; #DragonQueen Series! @KiaPeya #EroticArt #ParanormalRomance

Happy Hump Day, folks!

Today, I would like to showcase a drawing from my one of my favorite artists, who happens to be my good friend, Takeia Marie. This is a drawing of Rayne and Demetri from The Dragon Queen Series.

I have to say I absolutely love this drawing!


Takeia was already incredibly talented when I met her, but during the years I’ve known her, I have watched her skills grow at an amazing rate. In this drawing, she has managed to embody Demetri’s dark beauty and strength, as well as Rayne’s powerful curves, and hidden wickedness. This drawing also displays their unrelenting passion for each other, which screams from the pages of the book.

Teaser from the Dragon Queen Series

SilentScreams2ScarletMoon2Demetri wrapped his arms around her, palmed a breast and swayed his hips to her sultry rhythm. As her rapid heartbeat set pace with his, her body stuttered against his joined sensual assault. His aching shaft pulsated intensely between her thighs. Harsh growls rumbled within his chest as her skillful fingers and fiery sex massaged him toward eruption.

The need to bite her grew unbearable, especially while she was baring her throat to him. He raked a fang across her jugular, caressing her mind with the images of him sinking his incisors deep into her flesh and thrusting his hardened cock into her hot wet pussy.

Ooo sexy!

After Takeia completed this drawing, my boy, the color master, Kyle Chaney came along and made a drawing that was already stunning even lovelier. I know. It’s difficult to look away from. I’ve been staring at it for the last 15 minutes. 😉 Fiyah!

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Kyle and Takeia are wonderful souls and great inspirations in my life. I love them both dearly and I honestly can’t imagine my life without them. I would like to thank them both for sharing their talents with me! I look forward to working with them again on the Dragon Queen project.

Inspired By A Character. #Sketch by @KiaPeya #DragonQueen Series #ian1 #asmsg #art

Happy Hump Day, people!

I have a stellar sketch to share with you today! This wonderful piece was created by the very talented artist, Takeia Marie.


For those of you who have read The Dragon Queen Series, you know this sassy chick is Sharayna “Rayne” Piers, the all-powerful Dragon Queen. Takeia managed to expose Rayne’s saucy demeanor and hidden strength in this sketch.

Isn’t this beautiful?

This feeds my desire to see the Dragon Queen series as a graphic novel, or manga. 😉

Stay tuned! I have an absolutely wicked drawing of Maurisio Bithanos, also created by Takeia Marie, to share with you later. 😉

Bare your throat, my lovelies.

This dark fantasy series will suck your passions and leave you anxious for more.

(Click on the image to score your kindle copy)


“Evil has the habit of nesting in the most unlikely places.” ~ Demetri Bithanos


Black Butterfly

She is so much more than a woman…

A figure of strength…

An object of my affection…

She isn’t just a means to satisfy my manly urges.


She is my soul mate…

My queen…

My black butterfly.

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012

Character Haiku ~ Blaze

Hey there people! I have another haiku for you. ^_^

Haiku is a Japanese poetry form. A haiku uses just a few words to capture a moment and create a picture in the reader’s mind. It is like a tiny window into a scene much larger than itself.

Traditionally, haiku is written in three lines, with five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and five syllables in the third line. Haikus are usually based on nature, or the scenery around you, but this Haiku is using a character as the focal point.

Blaze is an earthly bound battle angel, Andausian, and a member of special opts team in the military. She was born in Korea and raised in Japan. Like many of the guardians ordained to protect the half-breed Dragon Queen, she had to suffer death and loss to come closer to her faith and her destiny.

Battle angels born in human form are gifted with a special ability, sometimes more than one. Blaze has the ability to manipulate and brandish fire as a weapon.


Character Haiku ~ Blaze from the Dragon Queen Series

A blaze awakens

Heat cascades through her body

Flames engulf the night

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012

To learn more about Blaze, sink your fangs into The Dragon Queen Series.

Character Haiku ~ Demetri Bithanos

Character Haiku ~ Rayne

Character Haiku ~ Quest

I’m not sure who the artist is, but this is the perfect image of Blaze. Many thanks to the artist for this stunning piece

Arrow Ablaze

“Do you see your target?”

Bird’s eye view on the demon, Blaze drew the bow string back. “Got him.”

The priest appeared at her side. He shuffled in place, wringing his hands together.

She dared to cast a glance at his way.

Nervousness screamed from his pale grey eyes. “Remember, Blaze. We’re not here to kill him. Only wound him.”

As a dark shadow, the demon crept through the forest, sniffing the air and scanning the area with a cautious eye.

“Not here to kill him?” A blue flame sparked to life at the end of the arrow then scattered down the length of it. “Perhaps you should’ve brought another Andausian out on this mission.”

She released the string, discharging the pointed missile. It bolted through the gathering of trees and found its target’s black heart. As blue flames engulfed the creature, a demonic shriek lit up the skies.

Blaze met the priest’s shocked stare. “Sorry, Father Wheeler. I don’t wound. I kill.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012

What is it you desire?

Digital Art by Aneen-alrooh on Deviantart

What is it you desire?

Everlasting beauty?


Power beyond imaginations?

Yes, I see through your eyes, you want it all.

I can give you this… and more.

I will bring forth your deepest, darkest desires and make fantasy reality.

All I have is one simple request.

Surrender to me.

Take down your barrier and let me feed upon your delicious soul.

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012

Tattooed Hotties #2

For those of you who know me, you know I love tattoos. If drawn right, they not only add to the beauty of the human body, but sometimes they inspire a story. 🙂 I will save my story writing for flash fictions and my naughty novels. That aside, I’d like to share some tattooed hotties with you. 

I love this image because she has a touch of innocence about her. She also has a wicked haircut.

Calvin Klein boxers never looked so damn good.

Her tattoos are damn near overshadowed by her juicy booty. 😉

What you looking at, sexy?

Inspired by Art #3 ~ Twisted Pleasures

Oh yeah baby, it’s hump day again!

I have written another saucy flash tale inspired by art.

Today’s featured art was created by Olivia De Berardinis, the woman who introduced me to erotic art. My very first pinup book was by Olivia, Let Them Eat Cheesecake.

I remember it like yesterday. I saw it on the shelf at Fairvilla Megastore, and just had to have it. Olivia has the ability to bring out the bare beauty of a woman’s physique, and she does it brilliantly. Take a gander and I’m sure you’ll agree.

🙂 Now on to the story.

Enjoy, and feel free to leave a comment. 😉

Twisted Pleasures

She always left him needing more, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Anxiously, he sat awaiting her arrival. Thick leather straps kept his wrists bound to the back of the chair.

“Gloria,” he called out. He tried to suppress the neediness in his voice, but failed. His chest heaved as his breathing quickened.

Again, he glanced up at the wall clock. The eleven minutes he’d been waiting felt like an hour. Her method to torture him filled his gut with flutters of excitement and his erection grew as a result.

What will you do this time, my sassy Gloria?

When it seemed like his patience would snap like a twig, she strutted into the room. His spare shirt and tie, and a pair of thigh-high leather boots was her attire.

He grinned. “Very nice.”

With a spark of raw lust gleaming from her dark brown eyes, she sauntered toward him, rocking her hips to a rhythm only she could hear. Fitting loosely over her frame, the shirt shifted around her body with her approach, giving teasing glimpses of her crease.

In pure anticipation, he watched. His sac tightened and his main muscle swelled to its full girth.

Starting at the top, she unbuttoned the shirt. She took her sweet time with the task. Finally, the last button was pushed through the slit. The shirt fell open to expose her sun-kissed body.

His eyes roamed over her full breasts and traveled down her belly to the amber strip of hair on her mons.

Eager for what she had in store, he licked his lips.

Moving closer, she undulated with each step. Her seductive swagger had him so mesmerized he started to hear the music that compelled her movements.

Tonight I’m gonna dance for you, oh-oh… tonight I’m gonna put my body on your body… boy I like it when you watch me, ah…

Beyoncé’s soulful coo whispered in his ears.

A few feet shy of where he sat bound to the chair, Gloria danced before him. Her hands slid over her breasts, down her body and played along the cleft of her thighs.

The need to touch her had him panting. “Alrighty, that’ll do it, Gloria.” He jerked against the restraints. She had him tied down pretty tight. Tighter than usual. “Let me go, please.”

She whirled around, giving him her backside to gaze upon.

The achy tug in his groin increased when she spread her long legs and slowly bent over to touch her toes. “Ho-ly Cow,” he gasped. “Okay, you… you hafta release me now.”

She reached between her thighs to spread her nether lips. Her engorged bud and moist opening stared back at him, making his mouth water.

To torture him further, she speared two fingers into her recess. They disappeared and then reappeared, coated in her juices. She began to plunged her pussy in a slow taunting pace, serenading him with her soft moans.

His hips bucked forward and the chair squeaked. These blasted restraints…!

“If you don’t let me go right now, you’re so fired!” he shouted, half serious.

Grinning impishly, Gloria looked back at him. “We’ve been through this before, sir. If you don’t say it right, I can’t stop.” She extracted her fingers and stroked her clit. Her creamy nectar seeped down her inner thighs.

“I need to go home and fuck my wife, now!”

“Of course, sir,” she chortled. She straightened up and licked her fingers, then eased behind the chair to loosen the binds.

With his rock hard cock tenting his pants, he leaped from the chair and grabbed his briefcase. He dared not cast a glance in his secretary’s direction. “You call and tell the wifey I’m coming in locked and loaded. Ten minutes. And she better be ready!”

“As you wish, sir. Drive safely.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012

*grin* And you wonder why he comes home horny out of his mind. 😉

Thanks for reading!

Inspired by Art #2 ~ The Banquet (XXX)

Happy hump day friends!

Today I’m posting my 2nd installment of a story inspired by art. I gotta tell ya, I’m super excited about this one. First off, I’d like to make it very clear that this tale is m/m erotica. So if this genre is not your cup of tea, you may not enjoy this post. If you’re daring, go ahead and read on, but don’t blame me if you wake up one morning with an extreme urge to read about m/m action.  Just sayin’…

If you do, I have a slew of great authors to recommend. 😉

On the other hand, I really do hope the m/m erotica fans enjoy this. 🙂

Today’s featured art was created by Michael Breyette, a well-known artist and native of New York but now resides in Massachusetts. I absolutely love this man’s work and I’m sure this won’t be the last story inspired by his art.

This particular image, which you will see within the story, drew me in like a moth to a flame. Michael has a very impressive gallery, but this one had my muse like ooo-weee let’s write a story, which is another way of saying this piece enticed my naughty mind. I liked it so much, I titled story after the title of the drawing.

Check it out, and don’t forget to leave a comment to let me know what you thought of my short tale and Michael’s stunning artwork. 😉

The Banquet

He’d been teasing me all night, arousing me with his shy advances. If he weren’t so beautiful, it’d be easier to resist my attraction to him. Yet, here I stand, eye-fucking him from across the ballroom, wishing my cock was in his desirable mouth.

I turned away and sipped the over-sweetened fruit punch from the undersized plastic cup.

Mingling about in her glory, my socialite girlfriend, Susan, winked at me as she garnered the attention of the men surrounding her. Always the life of the party. She was lovely, both inside and out, and often acquired admirers everywhere she went.

I didn’t mind much. It was one of the reasons I adored her.

“Hey, Dave.”

When I turned toward the husky voice I nearly choked on the sip of punch I had just taken. Kick Roman. I didn’t think he’d have the gall to approach me since our flirtation had been indirect all night.

I cleared my throat and wiped at the drop of punch dribbling down my chin. “What’s up, Kick? Long time no see man.”

“Yeah, yeah, uh…can I talk to you for a moment in the empty banquet room next door?”

“Sure.” I searched out Susan and gestured with a nod that I’d be leaving for a moment.

On the dance floor, flitting from one guy to another, she blew me an air kiss.

Grinning, I caught it and tucked it in my pocket.

Kick had already disappeared into the banquet hall. He was anxious. So was I, but it would excite me even more to make him wait.

After ten minutes of loitering, I headed for the adjacent room. As soon as I opened the door I was yanked in and shoved up against the wall.

“You asshole!” A very naked Kick stood before me, his crystal blue eyes narrowed in frustration. “Took you long enough.”

“Well we’ve waited this long…” My gaze traveled down his muscled frame to his mighty erection. “What’s another ten minutes?”

“Fucking tease.” His hard body smashed into mine.

His kisses were hot and urgent, and his hands were everywhere, pulling at my clothes to get to my heated flesh. While he busied himself with unzipping my pants, I quickly unbuttoned my shirt.

If I didn’t remove it myself, he would rip it off and it would be terribly difficult to explain to Susan what happened to the two hundred dollar shirt she bought me for my birthday without getting bitch slapped.

Once he had me naked, he dropped to his knees and took my shaft in his mouth. As his lips slid along my length, his tongue caressed the throbbing blood vessels beneath the skin. Slow and steady. His heavy moans danced around my groin.

I fisted his hair and quickened the pace, thrusting my hips to the rhythm of the song coming from the party next door.

Rihanna’s melodious voice intensified the moment. We found love in a hopeless place… We found love in a hooope-leeess place…

A fluttering heat rose within the pit of my stomach and spewed out from my cock.

Kick groaned as I filled his mouth with my seed.

Licking his lips, he stood and lured me over to a table, which was draped in white cloth. He laid across it and pulled at my hips. “Can I taste that sweet ass?”

“Certainly, but you expect to do that on this table?”  I put a firm hand on it and tried to shake it. Surprisingly, it was pretty sturdy.

“Stop being a pussy and get up here.”

“Yes sir.” Shamelessly, I climbed onto the table and straddled his head.

His mouth found my puckered entrance and his tongue went to work. He slurped and probed me in humming satisfaction.

Bracing onto the edge of the table, I rolled my hips with the stroke of his eager oral member, being careful not to get too excited.

Moans rising, he latched onto my thighs and grinded his face against the crevice of my ass, greedily rimming me toward a climax.

My breath hitched. A searing wave of completion barreled through me. Hot cum shot out from my tip.

From the other side of the room, a gasping moan caught my attention.

I looked up and my heart stopped.

Susan stood by the door, her lower lip caught between her teeth and her hand buried between her thighs. “That was freaking hot.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012

Mm, I sense a threesome coming on. 😀 Stay tuned.

Thanks for reading!

Inspired by Art #1 ~ Insatiable (XXX)

As you all know, I absolutely love art, even more so, erotic art.

The art that inspired this story was presented in a FB group I’m a member of. It’s so deep and sexy that you really don’t need any words to describe it, nor does it need a story to be told, ‘cause in all honesty, the image is a story within itself.

But I just had to do it. 😀

Upon laying my eyes on this piece, my naughty little muse sprung to life and started whispering in my ear. I love it when she does that. This will be the first of many stories inspired by art.

I wish I knew the name of the artist. That way I could share it with you. For now we’ll go with unknown. Enjoy! And don’t forget to leave a comment. 😉



The taste of his creamy cum lingered on my tongue. After many hours of savage sex, I’d sucked every last drop from him, and left him depleted. I was disappointed when he fell asleep.

Horny out of my mind, I fingered myself, hoping to appease my sexual appetite, but I couldn’t be satisfied without him.

My body needed to be fed.

Panting as my hunger rose, I watched him sleep. I contemplated waking him.

Then suddenly, he stirred.

Excited, I assumed the position I wanted to him to take me in. On my hands and knees with my rear end in the air.

“Mmm damn baby, it’s like that?” He pushed the sheets back and crawled over to me. “My day wouldn’t be right if I didn’t wake up to your sexy ass.”

He kissed one ass cheek, and then the other. I parted my knees and rolled hips in anticipation. His breath tickled my asshole before his tongue took a swipe at it. Lapping at my opening with hunger, he smacked at my hip sending tremors shooting through my body.

He rose and hovered over me. I looked back at him.

With one hand, he thrust two fingers into my backside, and with the other, he smoothed lubricant over his shaft. I pushed back on him and his fingers plunged into me harder.

He placed the helmet of his cock at my puckered entrance. I sucked in a deep breath and released it on a throaty moan when he pushed past the tight ring of muscles. My walls clenched.

Refusing to serve me more of his beefy member, he paused and rested halfway in.

“More!” Anxious to be brought to completion, I bucked against him.

He chuckled. “Greedy.” Pressing his weight into me, he grabbed my shoulders and forced me down so I couldn’t drive the pace.    

Slow and steady, he penetrated and retreated, giving me an extra inch with each inward thrust. My moans rose. Once my body had engulfed his full length, he commenced to fuck me without restraint. Just the way I like it. His groin slammed against my ass repeatedly, causing vibrations to ripple through me.

I cried out. My pussy squirted as we rushed to the edge of climax together. He extracted his pulsing rod and slapped ribbons of his heated liquid over my backside.

I slumped onto my side and closed my eyes.

He leaned in, kissed my temple and whispered, “I’ll be ready for you again when you awake.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012

Thanks for reading!