Josephine’s Ride ~ Novel Excerpt

DesigningLove_FinalMedLosing her fingers in his hair, Josephine used her body weight to push him down onto his back. She straddled his hips and ground her dripping wet sex against his rod. With her breasts pressed into his chest, she clamped her lips over his. She absorbed his breathless whimpers as she rolled her pussy back and forth over the rigid shaft. Her hardened clit strummed the blood vessels along his length.

His hands roamed down her body and gripped her ass. Devon pushed and pulled her along his cock until her body was a shuddering mass on top of him. Near a nerve shattering orgasm, she convulsed and smashed her mouth deeper into his. Their teeth softly collided. His arms squeezed her. Her mind hummed and her core spewed a flow of her essence.

In mid orgasm, she shifted forward and slid the mouth of her slit over his knob, which made the release all the more satisfying. Inch by inch, she slid down his juicy erection, taking in his pleasurable gasps as she went. Her expanded sensitive walls tensed at the invasion.

DESIGNING LOVE ~ Yvonne Nicolas

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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.

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Christmas Delights Excerpt

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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