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And here’s a blurb and excerpt to get you hot and bothered.

Punishing Tabitha by Evangeline Anderson

Stripped naked and sold to the highest bidder…

Sergeant Tabitha Bryce just wants to make a name for herself. But as the youngest junior officer in her crew, she doesn’t get much of a chance to shine. Taking a gamble, she stages a daring one-woman sting. But her plan backfires and she finds herself being sold as a sex slave. To her mortification, it is her stoic, unobtainable captain who buys her freedom.

Her new master, Captain Keer, has been the commanding officer aboard Pride of Justice for years and has never lost his cool—until a junior officer with dreams of glory is placed aboard his ship. Now he must get Tabitha out of the mess she’s gotten herself into. But he doesn’t count on the bonus that comes with his new “slave”—a thin silvery cord wrapped around Tabitha’s most intimate areas that won’t come off without some special attention from her new master. Now he must try to free her from permanent sexual bondage to the love knots without losing his heart.

EXCERPT–Warning–do NOT read at work

“Next up to the block, this fine piece of female flesh from Old Earth. Look at those tits, gentlemen—firm and plump, those rosy red nipples just ripe for sucking. And the cunt on her—I’ll swear on whatever god you like that I’ve never felt a tighter one in all my years as a slaver. And this sweet little mouth—just perfect for sucking cock…” The slaver had to snatch his hand away quickly before a set of even white teeth snapped off several of his fingers.

Damn, missed! Sergeant Tabitha Bryce glared at her captor as he jerked his chubby digits out of reach. His fingers weren’t the only thing she’d like to bite off, but with her wrists chained to the high stone arch above her, she was limited as to her options. She was kneeling naked on a hard wooden stage and by the stains on the planks beneath her she was guessing that it had seen plenty of blood, sweat and tears, not to mention other body fluids over the years.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, gentlemen, this little Earth female has a lot to offer.” Lightly, the slaver touched her nipples with his long, thin wand and Tabitha felt coolness immediately followed by growing warmth as a pale pink gel was brushed over her captive peaks. Not again! She gritted her teeth, knowing what was to follow.

The Drusinian love knots she wore around her nipples responded to the gel and tightened convulsively, pulling taut the slender silver cord that led down to her spread pussy. Tabitha gasped and bit her lip against the alien sensation as the knot that surrounded her swollen clit tightened as well. She swore aloud as her back arched in involuntary and unwanted pleasure and glared at the slaver, hatred burning hot in her pale blue eyes.

“She’s got a temper!” one of the prospective buyers yelled from the crowd and there were murmurs of agreement from the men around him.

“The more fun to tame her, gentlemen!” the slaver assured them. “After all, who wants a wilting flower when you can have a she devil instead?”

“A wilting flower ain’t likely to bite off yer dick,” shouted another man. His words raised a general shout of laughter in the hot, dry air of the Orthan market place. Tabitha threw back her long mane of silvery blonde hair and bared her teeth. Maybe if she could make herself unattractive enough, V wouldn’t be able to sell her.

Seeing what she was doing, the slaver leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Ruin this sale for me, girl, and I swear I’ll give you for free to the lowest, most disease-ridden brothel on the planet before sundown.”

Tabitha started to bare her teeth again and then thought better of it. V hadn’t gotten the reputation of being the most ruthless slaver in the galaxy by playing nice. If he said he’d give her to the worst place possible, she believed him. But damn it, she didn’t want to get sold or given away at all, especially not to one of the characters standing below the wooden stage and ogling her naked body. Some of them were obviously just casual shoppers, the idle rich of Ortha Six interested in seeing a free show. But some of the men in the crowd had the hard-bitten look of career criminals. If she was bought by one of them, Tabitha was pretty certain she’d have a miserable life until her crew came to find her. If they came to find her, that was. It wasn’t like she’d told anyone where she was going or what her plan was.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! She berated herself for the hundredth time. Stupid to leave her ship and her crew with no knowledge of her whereabouts. Stupid to think she could catch an intergalacticly known slaver like V on her own. And most of all, stupid to let a man like her commanding officer, Captain Keer, goad her into doing so. Not that he’d actually taunted her or ever even remotely suggested she should go off on her own and try something so foolish. No, that had been all Tabitha’s idea. She’d had the crazy notion that she could somehow impress him and win his approval, although why his approval should mean so much to her, she really couldn’t say. After all, Captain Keer was Zentorian, and everyone knew that Zentorians didn’t even have emotions. Or if they did, they certainly didn’t show them.

Why should I care what he thinks? she asked herself. Why should I give a damn? And more importantly, why should I care so much that I go and pull a stupid prank like this and get myself sold at an illegal slave auction?

She had asked herself that question many times but the answer still didn’t come. As the Drusinian love knots tightened around her nipples and clit once more, giving her another surge of unwanted pleasure, she scanned the crowd and thought about how she’d gotten into this mess in the first place.

 

 

 

Sweet Dreams by Evangeline Anderson is out…

   Just wanted to share with everyone that my hot new erotic novel, Sweet Dreams, is now out from Loose id. This one is really naughty and along the same lines as my earlier book, Picture Perfect. Check it out here

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And here’s a blurb and an excerpt to heat you up.

 

Alisha has loved Clayton since they were kids. With his dark hair and pale gold eyes that look right through her, he captured her heart long ago. There’s only one problem—Clay is her cousin by marriage.Clay has been trying not to notice what a sexy, desirable woman his little cousin has turned into for years. Family ties are important to him and he’s not about to alienate the people who love him and took him in when he was younger.

Alisha has tried everything to break down Clay’s barriers and is about to give up when a golden opportunity arises. Testing for the sweetdreams drug is underway and Alisha volunteers to take the REM sleep enhancer that causes subjects to act out their dreams.

Now with a valid excuse to show her older cousin how she feels without consequences, Alisha will act out her most erotic fantasies in a final effort to get Clay between the sheets and into her love life forever. But how will Clay feel when he finds out he’s been tricked into the forbidden relationship? And what are the real side effects of sweetdreams when the results are taboo sex and bitter betrayal?

 

 

BLURB:  Warning, EXPLICIT, Do not read at work!

 

“I…I lied to you, Clay,” she whispered through trembling lips. “I thought it would be all right but it’s not. It’s not and now you’ll hate me.”

 

Clay frowned, wondering what her subconscious was dredging up to torment her with. “Lied? What did you lie about, baby?”

 

“I can’t tell you. You’ll hate me even more if I do.” She buried her head in his chest, the sobs shaking her slender shoulders as she wept inconsolably.

 

“It’s all right. It’s gonna be all right,” Clay murmured, rocking her gently. Poor Alisha—after the last two erotic dreams she’d had this kind of pain and sorrow was the last thing he’d expected. It was a relief not to have to worry about touching her inappropriately but this was almost worse.  Clay decided he would much rather deal with his own guilty conscience than see her sobbing her heart out over some imagined wrong she’d done him.

 

 “Is there anything I can do to help you?” he asked softly when her sobs had slowed down a little. “I know you can’t tell me what you lied about but is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

 

She started to shake her head and then stopped. “I…maybe there is.” Tilting her chin, she looked up to meet his anxious gaze. “Clay would you…could you punish me?”

 

Clay raised an eyebrow at her. “So you feel like a little pain here…” He stroked the rounded curve of her ass. “Would help you get over the pain in here?” He tapped her chest lightly, over her heart.

 

“Yes.” Alisha nodded gratefully. “Exactly. You understand. I’m so glad you always understand. Will you do it?”

 

Looking down at her, her beautiful eyes wet with tears, Clay wasn’t sure how he could find the motivation to hurt her, even if she wanted him to. “I don’t think there are any switches around here,” he said carefully, not sure of where she thought they were.

 

“That’s okay. You can use your hand. Only don’t be easy on me, okay?” Alisha looked at him seriously. “I have to pay for my lies or I’ll never be able to feel comfortable around you again.”

 

“Alisha, baby…” Clay caught her chin and looked into her eyes. “You don’t have to do this for me,” he murmured, hoping she would change her mind. The last thing he wanted to do was inflict pain on her—he would get out of it if he possibly could.

 

“I’m doing it for me, Clay,” she whispered and suddenly her eyes were brimming again. “Please…I need to pay. Please punish me.”

 

There was no way he could resist her heartfelt pleading. Though it broke his heart to do it, he had to follow the dream, no matter where it led her. Nodding, he motioned to his lap. “All right, baby. I’ll spank you if you think it’ll make you feel better.”

 

“I just know it will, Clay. So much better.” Her eyes were bright now, hopeful that she could be absolved from whatever sin she thought she’d committed. Moving as gracefully as a cat, she climbed over the covers and lay face down on his lap with her ass in the air.  

Clay’s breath suddenly caught in his throat. God but she was beautiful! And her submissive posture was innocent and provocative at the same time. The hem of her nighty had pulled up, baring the tops of her thighs and under the translucent material he could see the round brown globes of her ass just waiting for the touch of his hand.

 

“Clay?” she murmured, wiggling slightly so that he could feel her soft pelvis pressing against the hard ridge of his cock. “Are you going to spank me soon?”

 

“Soon, baby.” His voice sounded hoarse in his own ears as he tentatively cupped her ass through the see-thought nightgown. “Soon.”

 

Alisha craned her head around to look at him. “You’d better pull up my nighty and spank me on my bare ass. It will hurt more that way and teach me a lesson.”

 

Clay swallowed hard. “O…okay,” he somehow managed to get out. Knowing he shouldn’t do it but helpless to stop himself, he lifted the sheer hem of her nighty and pulled it up, exposing her round bare ass.  Without thinking about it, his hand returned to her plump cheeks, caressing the satiny coffee and cream skin tenderly.

 

“Clay please!” Alisha wiggled against him, thrusting her ass up into his hand. “Please, the suspense is killing me. Just do it and get it over with, okay?”

 

“Okay,” Clay said again, raising his hand reluctantly.

 

“But first tell me how bad I’ve been and that I deserve it,” Alisha requested. “I need a lecture—like the kind you always used to give me.”

 

“Alisha, you know you’ve been very bad, don’t you?” Clay did his best to make his voice low and stern.

 

“Yes, sir. I know.” Alisha squirmed on his lap, brushing the length of his hard cock with each motion of her hips and thighs.

 

“So you know why I have to spank your bare ass—to teach you a lesson,” Clay continued.

 

“Yes,” Alisha whispered. “I…I know I’ve been bad, Clay. I know I deserve to have my ass spanked. I…I won’t try to fight you.” Lifting her hips, she thrust her ass up into his caressing hand. At the same time her thighs parted allowing Clay to catch a glimpse of her full, pouting pussy lips.

 

“That’s right,” he said, trying to concentrate on his speech. “Because if you fight me or struggle your punishment will be that much worse.”

 

“I understand.” She arched her back like a cat. “Do whatever you need to. I promise I won’t move.”

 

“You’d better not,” Clay warned. “I’m going to give you ten licks, Alisha. Five for lying to me in the first place and five for being naughty and tempting me with your naked ass in the second place.”

 

“Yes, sir,” she murmured submissively.

 

As she spread her thighs even more, Clay could have sworn he saw the shine of cunt honey coating her inner folds. Was it possible this was turning her on? Was she actually getting off on the idea of him punishing her? He pushed the thought aside and got back to the business at hand—literally.