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The ‘Lust’ series of Anthologies are the brainchild of erotic author, Devi Ansevi who describes herself as: “… a prolific author, avid reader, closet romantic, incurable optimist, and owner of a very fertile, very naughty imagination.” (Click on her name to find her blog page)
The simple concept was to write, edit, produce and publish an erotic paranormal anthology of roughly 70k words all within a six week period! Which is a tall order, but has been brilliantly achieved not just once, but many times as you will see.
I was pleased to be invited to participate and you can find out more about the anthologies and my contributions below.
About this anthology: This anthology is brought to you by four authors with a special place in their hearts for paranormal creatures with fangs and claws.
Clara Randall has a problem: Vampires keep attacking her. They haven't killed her yet, but a girl's luck has to run out some time. In Devi Ansevi's Blood and Chaos, Max Forsyth can protect Clara from other predators, but can he protect her from himself? Even the gods are betting against them.
In Leanan Sidhe and the Wordsmith by Ina Morata, struggling writer Andy Marshall has just secured a place as writer-
In Katherine Nevitt's Bitten by the Wolf, Lily is a loner in a dead end job. When she's attacked in the street by a giant wolf, her life will never be the same. The Alpha wants her for his mate, and that's not an honor she's allowed to refuse. When the Alpha's brother helps her escape, can they survive the savagery of Pack justice?
In Essemoh Teepee’s Panic Room, Matt and Miranda get away from it all, taking time out of their busy lives to reconnect. What could beat the romance of a remote cabin by a tranquil lake over a Full Moon weekend of sexy fun? And then they met Fabien. Their lives will never be the same -
About this anthology: Let your imagination take flight with this quartet of lusty novellas. In the second volume of the Lust series, our authors bring you atmospheric tales of winged creatures that will lift you from this world. Shapeshifters, monsters and creatures from legend deliver erotic horror with a flutter of romance.
If it weren’t for bad luck with men, she’d have no luck at all. In Devi Ansevi’s Captive Mate, reality will never be the same for graduate student Berry Randall. She’s just learned that shifters are real, and they want her for their mate. Can she escape her captors? Or will she find freedom in the arms of the winged gryphons?
In Jacqui Greaves’ Blood of Stone, Fredegund has guarded her petrified charges for a century. With the rising of the twin moons, the Grotesques are awakening, hungry for more than food. Meanwhile, the human hordes have created the Charm, a seductress destined to destroy the balance of power between Grotesques and humans. Can Fredegund prevent the coming disaster, or will her world be changed forever?
Lila seeks a man who can satisfy her darkest desires. Porphyro and the virginal Madeleine are preparing to elope. In Ina Morata’s Flights of Fantasy, Lila sets her sights on entrapping Porphyro, and sets sexy enticements to dispose of Madeleine. When her plans go awry, Lila must use her Lilitu wiles to seduce them both.
In Essemoh Teepee’s Leonora, Marked by Daemons, we meet a feisty young woman with a secret. The SHAKKAN are the Shepherds, and humanity is their flock. For millennia they have bred Mark Bearers like Leo to withstand the most extreme forms of pleasure and pain. But nothing ever stays the same, and this is a time of great change.
About the Anthology Four talented authors take you on a mythological odyssey of agonizing pleasure. From sea deities to Fae creatures to Lovecraftian horrors, from BDSM to tentacles to erotic horror, hold on tight as they tempt you into the sea’s watery embrace.
In Devi Ansevi’s Treasures from the Sea, the demands of parenthood have damped the fires for Quin and Calli. On a weekend getaway to revive their romance, they’re invited on an overnight sail. When they’re both attracted to the charismatic captain, will their marriage survive his unusual proposition?
In JD Carabella’s To Each, Her Own, a lonely divorcee meets a handsome stranger who ignites a reckless fire inside. Seduced and then rejected, Desiree's depression rears its ugly head again. She’s offered a fateful choice – will she find something worth living for?
In Katherine Nevitt’s Poseidon’s Pleasure, a dark secret from Rose’s past is about to bite her in the ass. The Greek god of the sea has been promised a bride and he will have her, no matter what it takes. Can Rose bear to face the consequences when a god offers her the world?
In Essemoh Teepee’s First Mark and Other Episodes, the SHAKKAN came through gateways revealed by the sea. They are the Shepherds, humanity is their flock. For millennia they have taken a very particular tribute from humans bred to withstand the most extreme forms of pleasure and pain. Escape from such powerful masters is impossible. Or is it?
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This scene is an excerpt from my story Panic Room in the latest Anthology Lust in Tooth & Claw for you to read FREE.
Miranda and Matt are married and in high pressure advertising agency jobs. They love and desire each other very much but decide to have a dirty weekend away at a lakeside retreat to get away from the hurly burly and focus on each other. Their weekend of sexy fun just happens to be over a Full Moon and they didn't bargain on meeting someone like Fabien.
This first scene is just after the couple have met Fabien for the first time and Miranda is feeling very hot and bothered…
Miranda followed Matt through the tall grass; the seed heads stroked her thighs and calves. Her breathing was still uneven and she could not get Fabian’s penetrating eyes out of her mind.
“Fabian seems an interesting guy,” Matt said over his shoulder as he pushed through the trees.
The trees opened out into a clearing and there was the sound of a stream swirling and bubbling over a pebble bed. It made Miranda even more aware of how wet she was and the orgasm she had in front of Fabian. The exhibitionist in her was thrilled but another part of her wanted to curl up in a cave and hide.
“This is a really beautiful place, Mirri. I envy him his lifestyle. Would you like us to live like him, out here alone in the woods?”
Matt turned to look at her. She had almost snapped her reply.
“What’s the matter, Mirri?”
Matt came back and held her arms. Meeting her gaze, he said,
“Talk to me.”
“Will you hold me, Matt? I’m scared.”
“Why? What’s scared you, sweetie?”
“I don’t know. I’m just scared. Hold me, please.”
Matt enfolded her in his arms and she felt a little more secure. His hands were warm on her body through the thin dress and she snuggled in to his chest. She looked up at him as he smiled down, and she breathed in the scent of her man.
“Have me, Matt. Take me here. Please.”
Matt bent further and kissed her mouth. She melted at the warmth of his tongue on hers.
Fabian stood in the shadows under the trees watching the couple kiss in the clearing. Fire ran along his nerves as he watched the man lift the green dress over the girl’s head and run his hands over her pale body. Fabian shifted position to more clearly see them both as they moved to a fallen tree trunk.
The girl bent forward and grasped the dead branches to steady herself, arching her back to push her rump towards her mate. Fabian licked his lips as he watched her lover kneel behind her and bury his face between her rounded cheeks.
Matt tasted Miranda with the tip of his tongue before plunging it between her labia and licking inside her. She was soaking and so ready. Her legs spread further as she bent her knees to allow him more access. Lapping at her sex, he favored her clit and parted her buttocks with his fingers.
He knew exactly what he wanted to do to Miranda. He licked further and felt her shudder as the tip of his tongue pressed into her ass. Her groan and pushing her hips back onto him made his cock stiffen even more.
Miranda felt Matt stand up and slip his hand down between her legs, sliding his fingers into her, making her moan. She felt him doing something and then his other hand came into view with his leather belt dangling. The sight of it made her gasp; she had felt its bite before but not for some time. The memory of exquisite pain and pleasure made her writhe and sit lower onto his hand, taking his fingers deeper.
“Good girl, that’s it. Take it, Mirri.” His voice, deep with desire made goose bumps rise on her back and arms.
"Relax, baby, just relax for me."
Miranda gasped as he twisted his fingers inside her, easing them a little deeper with each movement. She was so aroused, so wet and so very ready that when she spread her thighs wider his hand slid all the way up inside her.
"Oh God! Fuck, yesss."
"Good Girl, easy now, get used to the feel. You okay?"
"Fuck yes. Don't stop Mattie."
Miranda groaned, deep down as his knuckles stretched her, raking across sensitive nerves with each slow, grinding twist. She could feel the bones of Matt's wrist sliding under his skin against her labia as he carefully rotated his fist inside of her. She cried out as he began to gradually push deeper and then withdraw and she gasped the words,
"Deeper, push deeper."
Matt pumped his fist in her cunt and each thrust pushed her towards a precipice, a long fall of pleasure that threatened to break her with its intensity.
"I'm cumming Mattie, don’t stop, don’t stop."
Miranda's body tightened around his fist and she arched her back as the overwhelming climax overtook her every sense. Blackness threatened to engulf her and she felt her legs weaken. Matt's arm around her waist supported her from falling. She screamed with a second release as Matt carefully twisted his hand out of her, a hot gush following its withdrawal.
Still supporting her, Matt wrapped his belt around her wrists and strapped her hands to a branch. She trembled now, not knowing what he would do next but wanting him to do it soon. She was floating, high from the powerful orgasms but needing even more. It scared her, just how much she wanted to come. She had never felt so aroused, so wanton. She wanted to be filled, stretched possessed. She wanted to fuck. Miranda whimpered as Matt slid his fingers into her and then out and up to play with her sensitive pucker, slippery from his tongue and her release. The tip of one finger slowly easing into her ass made her groan; when he twisted it she moaned more loudly.
“Take me, hurt me. Make me feel you.”
He worked a second finger in and began to stretch her, readying her. Her sex was so wet now that she could feel it streaming down the inside of her thigh. She so wanted this, wanted him to own her, possesses her utterly in every way. She wanted his thick heat to drive those fascinating grey eyes from her mind.
“Fuck me, Matt, fuck my ass.”
The feel of his hardness opening her cunt drove her arousal even higher. Miranda pushed back and Matt slipped easily into her wet heat, making her groan as she felt the ridge slide inside. She moved her hips, fucking herself on his cock, moaning with loss as he withdrew. Lubricated with her essence, Matt pressed against her once more, a little higher and with more force to ease himself partly into her tighter entry.
She cried out, “Oh God, Matt. Do it now,” and ground her hips back against him, forcing him deeper into her ass. Then everything was outside her control.
Matt drove into her until she felt the fur at the base of him against her rump. With each fresh thrust his sac struck her clit making her whimper. Miranda wanted to move further and help him take her more deeply but her wrists dragged against the leather bonds, the sensation of helplessness driving her higher. She squirmed as Matt reached under her and gripped one breast, using it to drag her back onto him.
Matt twisted her silk scarf, tightening it around her throat, using it like a halter to control her, to overpower her, while he rode her even harder. Her orgasm was explosive and she arched and screamed. It was a different type of climax when he fucked her there, deeper, mellower in a way but it still shook her whole body. The feeling of surrender and freedom in submission was so much more poignant when he took her this way.
“That’s it, Mirri, take it. Take it and cum hard for me.”
She bent her knees a little more, pushed back to meet him and did as he demanded, screaming every time she came for her man.
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