A Steamy Holiday Read, CHRISTMAS DELIGHTS #ASMSG #DEC #Erotica #InterracialRomance

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M/M/F Interracial Romance

What would you do if you were offered a night of overwhelming passion by a beautiful stranger?

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On Christmas Eve, Tranell Merdock finds herself in one of the most romantic countries in the world. Yet, she is stuck slaving over work. She steps away from her demanding job as a successful management consultant to seek a little respite at a local restaurant and draws the attention of Stephan, a very attractive Frenchman.

He lures her in with promises of a passionate rendezvous, but Stephan has a secret he neglects to tell her.

Will Tranell shy away from a night guaranteed to be filled with forbidden pleasures or allow Stephan to take her on a journey she will never forget?

Christmas Delights Excerpt ~ Surprise

“Stephan, you ass!” The man turned, giving them a full rear view of his muscular backside and sprinted around the corner. “Why the fuck didn’t you call and tell me you were bringing home company?” he yelled, poking his head around the wall.

“It is surprise.” Stephan stepped into the suite, attempting to pull her in with him. “Surprise!”

Tranell’s feet were literally rooted to the ground. Sure, she was tipsy, but what she just saw was not made up in her intoxicated mind. That man was butt-bootyass naked holding a Christmas, stocking-shaped cake over his lower region. And if she wasn’t mistaken ‘I Love You’ was scripted across the cake in gold icing.

“Tranell, come.”

“Is he the roommate? Why is he nekkid and…and why was he…” she stuttered on a shaky whisper.

“We are…ah…what is the word? Nudist?”

Hand on her hip, she served him a sidelong glare. “That’s bullshit.”

Shoulders jumping, he chuckled softly. “Oui, okay. Bullshit. I try and be funny.”

“Not funny, Stephan!” the naked man shouted from behind the wall.

“Stephan, be real with me, okay,” Tranell said in an undertone. “Is…is that man your lover?”

All amusement leaked from his sexy eyes. “Come in, and I explain.”

“No, uh-uh…”

“Please.”

Huffing out a deep breath, she allowed him to lure her into the apartment. God, she hoped this situation wasn’t what she thought it was―that the man who had wooed her body so skillfully wasn’t playing some kind of twisted game with her.

“Tranell, meet, Fernand. Fernand, this is new friend, Tranell.”

Fernand stumbled out, zipping up a pair of jeans that hung low on his lean hips.

She gulped back the saliva building in her throat and involuntarily swiped her tongue over her upper lip.

For lack of better words, Fernand was damn fine.

The contours and ridges in his torso were magnificent, sculpted to perfection, and muscled in all the right places. A shaggy mass of curly, raven hair sprang from his head and dangled over his brow, enhancing the extraordinary color in his irises, which were a striking crystal blue. In stature, he was a little bigger than Stephan, more muscular than him as well.

“Hi, Tranell. Pleasure to meet you.” Probing eyes roaming up and down her frame, Fernand offered his hand. “Sorry about greeting you in my birthday suit. I didn’t know Stephan was—sorry.” Fernand had a distinct French accent but clearly spoke English a lot better than Stephan did.

“It’s okay. It’s not every day I come to stranger’s house and meet his roommate in the nude.” She giggled nervously and shook his hand. “Though it was a treat to my womanly eyes, I have to be honest and say it was a little disconcerting ‘cause it sorta looked like you were naked for…Stephan.”

That traditional, tight-lipped smile slid across Fernand’s lips. His blue eyes narrowed and shot over in Stephan’s direction. After a few awkward seconds, he cleared his throat and headed for the kitchen. “Soo, you like coffee? I make great gourmet coffee. Come on, I’ll make you a cup.”

Aw hell, something is definitely a little shifty with these two.

But that didn’t stop her from following Fernand’s delicious booty. What could she say? Being in the company of two gorgeous men appealed to her lady needs, even though the little voice in her mind was screaming at her to get out while she could.

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2013

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Flee From Love #ASMSG #FlashFiction

It’s been a while since I wrote a flash fiction. I’ve been really busy with a lot of upcoming events and novels. *grin* I know that’s no excuse though.

My girl, and fabulous author Stephanie Burke challenges me every now and then by posting a picture on FB and asking me to ‘write it’. *grin*

For her, I’m compelled to comply. 😉

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“You thought you could get away from me?” he whispered as he tongued the shell of my ear and tweaked my nipple. “Flee from the love we shared? I thought I made myself clear last night. You are mine, sweet lover.”

I could hardly breathe. The sheer arousal he emitted cast a spell over my body. He’d branded my very soul, weakened me. I know he’s dangerous, something more than human, but I can’t bring myself to leave, when I know I should. “I can’t sta-”

“Shhh… What you can’t do is leave me needing you. Lay back, lover. Allow me to shake your world once more.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2013

Gift of Persuasion

Gift of Persuasion

Sheila smiled as soon as they walked into the building. “A male gay club? Really, Trevor? Why’d you bring me here?”

She looked over at her maker. His fangs descended as his devilish green eyes glazed over in feverish lust. The wave of his open desire whipped through her like raging storm. Her own sharp incisors crept from beneath her gums.

Sidling closer to him, she slid her hand into his. “See something you like?”

“I want you to sense it…” He dropped that heart-stopping gaze on her. “The rapid pulses, the thick blood pumping through veins, the aura of raw sex in the air… Breathe it in. Then target your victim. Don’t bother reading their minds. Just choose one that appeals to you.”

Shaking her head, she giggled. “You mean to truly test my will. I think I’d have more success in a straight club, don’t you think?”

“My darling, you fail to realize the power you hold. Your elegant umber tone and bountiful curves…” His fingertips danced over her naked shoulder and along the length of her neck. A shudder darted down her spine. “There’s not a man alive who is able to resist your beauty.” His haunting whisper wafted over the thumping music. “Use the gift I’ve given you, the gift of persuasion.”

She scanned the crowd. A man near the bar caught her attention. Nursing a glass of scotch, he eyed her over his shoulder, or rather eyed her maker. He was beautiful, toned. What she liked most about him was that his blood was running hotter than all the men in the club.

He was perfect.

“Come to me,” she commanded in mental message.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he slid off the barstool and ambled toward them, winding his hips to the beat of the music.

“Nice choice. He seems anxious to be your blood whore.”

She grinned up at Trevor as he watched the man’s seductive approach in eager anticipation.

“I have a hot fantasy sailing along my mind,” she whispered. “Can you see it?”

Dancefloor loversHe chuckled. “You wicked little minx. I see you have no problem with abusing your gift.” He reached over his head and yanked his shirt off. “That aside, your desires are also mine and I do enjoy satisfying them.”

Trevor grazed his fingertips over the guy’s erect nipples as he slinked behind him. Moaning, the man helplessly melted into his embrace.

Eyes focused on her, Trevor smiled and tugged on the guy’s shirt, baring his delicious torso. He was teasing her.

Sheila found herself trembling and breathing heavily.

Mouth hovering over his jugular, Trevor winked and crooned, “For you, sweetheart.” Then he lost his fangs in his victim’s flesh.

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012

I hope you enjoyed this flash tale. I scored this image from a fellow Tumblr blogger, and as you can see it inspired a story.

Thanks to the fans’ requests, there’s a new genre I enjoy writing―M/M/F. I also enjoy M/M, but I think it makes the read a little spicier when a woman is added to the mix.

Speaking of which, my novelette CHRISTMAS DELIGHTS, a M/M/F interracial erotic romance is available on MUSEIPUP BOOKSTORE, along with other great new releases.

For you kindle lover, you can also get CHRISTMAS DELIGHTS on Amazon!

Have a great weekend!

Christmas Delights Excerpt

Happy Hump Day, people!

I hope everyone had a spectacular Thanksgiving and an enjoyable weekend. I’m usually one of the people up early and shopping on Black Friday, but I passed on that this year. 🙂

Now on to the good stuff…

What would you do if you were offered a night of overwhelming passion by a beautiful stranger?

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Genre : M/M/F Interracial Erotic Romance

On Christmas Eve, Tranell Merdock finds herself in one of the most romantic countries in the world. Yet, she is stuck slaving over work. She steps away from her demanding job as a successful management consultant to seek a little respite at a local restaurant and draws the attention of Stephan, a very attractive Frenchman.

He lures her in with promises of a passionate rendezvous, but Stephan has a secret he neglects to tell her.

Will Tranell shy away from a night guaranteed to be filled with forbidden pleasures or allow Stephan to take her on a journey she will never forget?

I promised you I would post a sexy excerpt for you. This happens to be the tamest part of the novel. ;o)

Enjoy!

Christmas Delights ~ Novel Excerpt

“Believe it or not, I used to love Christmas. It was my favorite holiday.” Tranell paused to find the right words. “It kinda lost its zing in my life, ya know. I mean, as far as family goes and exchanging gifts, yeah, that’s great stuff, but without a lover to share it with, it just becomes another day.”

“Another day?” Squeezing her hand, Stephan caressed her inner forearm with his fingertips. “You look detached…not in tune with life and what it offers. When I came in and notice you, I watch you for long time.” He fiddled with the platinum ring on her forefinger. “Everyone around you smile, laugh…feel love and joy…except you.”

“Ha. You think this is bad? You should see me on Valentine’s Day.”

She tried to make light of the situation but failed miserably. The discomforting sting of his earlier observation took the wind right out of her sails. Was her demeanor that bad or her mental grief that obvious?

“Not like I wanna feel this way.”

“I want to ask you…what makes Tranell happy?”

“Puppies, rainbows, unicorns, the smell of roses…” she answered, finding his question endearing. “And, sitting here talking to you.”

His cheeks flushed, and his smile widened. “Merci, I hope to make you happier. Life too short to live in shadow of sadness. Someone so lovely…you shouldn’t be alone. This be our night. It be very special. I make sure of it.”

Our night?” Giving him an impish glint, she snickered. “You are super charming but presumptuous as well. I never said I was going to spend the night with you.”

Oui, you did, just not with your mouth.”

Stephan picked up his glass of wine, turned it up to his lips, and consumed it like he was chugging a beer. He released her hand and repositioned himself in the seat next to her. He then bent down, reached one arm across her lap, and took hold of the seat. The legs of the chair grunted over the wood flooring as he dragged her closer to him.

She latched onto the edge of the table. “What are you doing?”

“What it look like I’m doing?” Once he had eliminated all the space between them, his heated palm rested on the knee of her crossed leg, and his lips brushed over the shell of her ear. “I want to make you smile, Tranell.”

Her pulse quickened, the muscles in her thighs tightened, and her eyes briefly fluttered shut. “Damn boy, you are too bold for your own good.” A little voice in her head was telling her to pump the brakes and move away, but her body wouldn’t budge. “So I guess we’re past flirting, huh?”

“Come home with me,” he whispered.

Hesitantly, she turned to look into those hypnotizing eyes. “You expect me to believe you don’t have a woman at home waiting for you on Christmas Eve?”

Oui.”

“Uh-huh, I don’t believe you.”

“I prove to you by taking you home. Please drink your wine.”

Determined to play hard to get, she clucked her tongue and cocked her head. “Why? So you can get me drunk and my decision making skills go out the window?”

“No.” He tapped the stem of the glass with his nail, smiling devilishly. “Drink to relax, so I can make you my lover.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012

Flash Fiction Friday #25 ~ Charmed

Happy Friday!

I’m back people! And I’m ready to have some fun. 😉

I’ve written a flash fiction from the image below, which was chosen by one of my FFF comrades. Exactly 100 words, no more, no less.

(This image was chosen by Michelle Chatton)

 

Flash Fiction Friday #25 ~ Charmed

I struggled against the invisible restraints pinning me to the tub wall as I watched the beautiful creature feed from Justin. His hand traveled over the taut muscles in Justin’s belly as he sought out his rigid length.

Moaning, Justin thrust his hips and palmed the demon’s head.

“Please…” I should’ve been horrified at what was taking place before me, but no… My body hummed in anticipation of being ravished by this captivating vampire. “Take me now.”

He left Justin floating in pure bliss and pulled me against his hard body. “Yes, my sweet Yvonne, I shall take you now.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012

Mmm, he bites so good. 😉

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Bonni Sansom ~ http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/

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Gemma Parkes ~ http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/

Venus Cahill ~ http://venusbookluvr.blogspot.com

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Sherry Palmer ~ http://michellechatton.blogspot.com

Sharita Lira writing as BLMorticia ~ http://blmorticia.wordpress.com

Flash Fiction Friday #20 ~ Next In Line

Yes, the start of another weekend!

I’ve written a flash fiction from the image below, which was chosen by one of my FFF comrades. Exactly 100 words, no more, no less.

This image put me to mind of a novel that will be dropping next year. So I gave you taste of it. It’s another short tale to the Dragon Queen series. It’s a juicy m/m/f navel and it stars the crazy wolf alpha Maurisio Bithanos’ eldest son, Roman Bithanos. I can’t wait for this one to drop ‘cause it is super hawt. 😉

Enough chitty chat. Let’s get to flashing!

 (This image was chosen by Sharita Lira)

 

Flash Fiction Friday #20 ~ Next In Line

“I love you.”

Roman gazed up at Erik as his hand grazed along his inner thigh. “Aw c’mon, you just love my doggy style.”

“I’m serious, Rome.”

Laughing, Roman shook his head. “Baby, you don’t even know who I really am.”

“Enlighten me then.”

“I’m the oldest of my siblings, the next alpha in line to lead the Chalvaiz clan.”

Eyes wide in fear, Erik pulled back. “Whoa, hold up, Chalvaiz clan? You’re Maurisio Bithanos’ son?”

Roman nodded. “Yep.”

Erik quickly hopped to his feet. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be here with you.”

Lounged back, Roman chuckled, “Nope, you probably shouldn’t.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012

Wanna find out more about Maurisio and the Chalvaiz clan. Score your copy of Black Rayne Silent Screams, which is currently on sale at Amazon. I guarantee you’ll crave more. 😉

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to swing by my FFF friends’ blog spots and check out their spicy flash tales.

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Cyril J. Michael ~ http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.ca/

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Sara York ~ http://sarayork.blogspot.com

Michelle Chatton ~ http://michellechatton.blogspot.com

Sancre Darling ~ http://sancredarling.blogspot.com

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!