Thursday, 21 February 2013

Taste Giveaway 18+

To celebrate the end of summer – it’s been a hot one Down Under – My latest novella is FREE for one week from Smashwords.

Coupon Code: ML35D
Expires: February 28, 2013  


Kyle took a few moments to look over her naked body, licking his lips, before taking a nipple between his teeth.
She groaned as the action stirred her senses once more.
He did the same with her other nipple before looking over her again.  “You are delectable.”
Smiling, she kept her gaze on the velvet box.
With a grin, Kyle snapped it open.  “Close your eyes.”
Reluctantly, she did, and felt him move closer.  And then she felt it.  Around her neck.  “Can I look now?”
He laughed as warm fingers touched her skin.  “Just let me do up the clasp.” 
She waited impatiently.  “Now?”
“Okay.  Open.”
Her eyes sprang open and she looked down at her chest.  “Oh, my God,” she muttered. Her hands hovered over the lavish ruby necklace, too scared to touch.  She knew jewellery, and these were no ordinary jewels.
“It’s pretty spectacular, don’t you think?”
With three strands of the opulent rubies draped across her skin, she was speechless.
“I had to see them against your skin.  They were made for you.”
Flattered by his words, she looked at him in surprise.
He smiled, and sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at her, before running his hands over her breasts.  Her nipples puckered with his touch.
“Simply beautiful,” he murmured, running his tongue over the hardened peaks, one at a time.
With a shiver, she ran her fingers through his thick dark hair.  The feel of the rubies around her neck was astonishing.  She’d never bedded a man wearing anything quite so extravagant.
As his mouth travelled to her neck, she felt decadent and extremely horny.  This was a tale for the girls.
“I wanna fuck you and watch the rubies bounce off your skin,” he whispered against her ear.
Her pussy warmed.  He had a jewellery fetish, but she liked it. 

Friday, 8 February 2013

Welcome Author Marc Stevens

Who is Marc Stevens?

Who would you be if you could start over, knowing everything you know right now. What if you could start with a clean slate? No friends, no family, just an adult you, with no strings attached. Those are the questions HE’s looking to answer in the blog at:

HE is a published “legitimate” author, I’m Marc Stevens and that’s my blog, not HIS. I’m his seeder side, a kind of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde thing, except I’m not hiding anything.

Born the bastard child of a published author, I’ve been cut off from him, without his name or support. And yet, I am a part of him. A dark secret he chooses not to divulge.

I’m a pen name – a stock image. I understand why he rejects me. It’s for both our sakes. I could not flourish in his shadow, nor could he in mine.

I have no past. I was born, January 12, 2013.  But I do have a future in the writings on my blog and the stories I’m writing. I am Marc Stevens – A man in the shadows.

I’ve just published my first work, a short story titled That Girl Across The Hall

Here’s a short excerpt:

His cock burst from his jeans, as they dropped toward the ground, and her eager hand wrapped around his shaft. God it felt good. He’d been aching for her touch. 

Precum seeped from the head, and she rolled the palm of her hand across it, picking up the slick lubrication, then transferring it to his shaft by sliding her hand along it. She kissed her way down to his nipple, then took it in her teeth, gently biting. A bolt of erotic energy shot straight to his cock, and it jerked in her grasp.

“Oh, you liked that?” Her tone was devilish.

She trailed her other hand down from his neck, across his pecs and abs, and down to cup his sac, gently squeezing. A musky scent rose, which was a mixture of her and him, and it took all his concentration to keep from exploding. He wanted this to last, he needed a distraction, because otherwise he was going to blow is load all over her.

How would he write this scene? He retreated into his mind, searching for the proper words to describe the incredible feeling of her hands on him, her teeth nibbling at him…her hot breath on his skin.

Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come…not yet.

He wanted so much more of her. 


So, if you want more of her, the story is available here: Amazon

For the back story, and the continuing erotic drama, stop by my Blog

I also try to be social:
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There’s a lot more to cum come!

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Evie's Pleasure

Here’s another short excerpt from my WIP.

He thrust into her hard and fast.  Time and time again.  Her body was on fire.  No man had ignited such heat within her so quickly. 

She held on tight as he continued his onslaught.  The raw masculine scent of him filled her nostrils and made her head spin.

Each thrust brought her closer and closer.  She was reeling out of control.

“Evie.”  Antonio’s voice was strained and she met his scorching gaze.  Beads of sweat had formed on his brow but he continued his forceful rhythm.  “Come for me, Evie.”  It was almost a growl.

She closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her.  She stopped thinking and let herself feel every movement, every plunge, as he fucked her.

He banged her against the wall and a blistering fever ripped through her being.  When the explosion hit, sparks of light flashed before her eyes.

“Antonio!”  Her voice cracked as the flames of wildfire engulfed her.

His mouth crashed over hers and she could barely breathe.  His tongue was hot, taking possession.  He groaned low in his throat before she felt him shudder.

His thrusts intensified momentarily, and then he burst inside her.  The force of it made her collapse against him.  He held her up, his arms shaking.  His breaths came out in short, sharp bursts.