Surrender Sweet Succubus by @JewelQuinlan

I love me some succubus stories. Take a look at this little hot number.

Surrender Sweet Succubus by Jewel Quinlan

 

Surrender_Sweet_Succubus_CoverBlurb – When Dr. Stephen Wallace, a fertility specialist from Sydney Australia, is approached by his brother and sister-in-law for help conceiving a child there is no way he can refuse. Since they have already exhausted all the possibilities modern medicine can provide, Stephen turns to his skills as a shaman for alternative solutions. His search leads him to Las Vegas, Nevada on a slim lead to capture a succubus who he hopes has the power to help. But when he meets Geneva, the exotic and passionate succubus, he finds himself being captured instead.

 

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A peek inside Surrender Sweet Succubus:

“I came here because I was looking for a succubus…” he began.

“Mm hm. Well, you found one.”

He lost his train of thought as she rolled a tube of lipstick over her lips. The same lips that had been wrapped around his cock last night doing the most wicked things to him.

She finished and started to walk back into the bathroom but her feet stopped short just before the door as if she had hit an invisible barrier. The look on her face was almost comical.

“What the…?” She backed up a step and then tried to move forward again but was halted once more in the same place. She reached in front of her and grabbed the doorway then tried to pull herself through but from the waist down, nothing else moved.

“What the hell is going on?!” She sounded scared now.

He stood. It was working, the binding spell was working! “Okay, I don’t want you to get upset but I put a binding spell on you.” He couldn’t help feeling bad about it. It wasn’t really in his nature to cast such spells but it had been necessary.

“You did what?” Her tone turned to acid and her eyes narrowed.

“A binding spell,” he repeated, “So you can’t go more than three yards away from me. Sorry, were you trying to go to the bathroom?”

He moved closer to give her more slack so she could go in. She stumbled slightly as the perimeter of the bind shifted. She straightened, looking even more upset, and moved away from the bathroom towards the front door.

“How dare you!” she raged. “I am not to be held in bondage by any man. Release me at once!” Her hands scrabbled at the door behind her for the knob.

“I’ll remove it I swear! It’s just, I need your help with something and I didn’t want you to disappear. I wasn’t sure how you would react when I told you I knew what you were.”

“You think I’m going to help you now!?” She looked like she would hit him if she could. Her eyes blazed emerald fire.

“I think, when you listen to what I have to say, you will.”

“And what if I don’t want to listen? You’re going to force me?”

He started to negate it but then stopped. She was right. The look in his sister-in-law’s eyes had haunted him since they’d spoken. He couldn’t let her down. Couldn’t let them both go on with the heartache of being childless. He shook his head, not knowing what to say.

“That’s it, I knew it! You men are all the same. You just take what you want and bend other people to your will.”

He held his hands out to her in pause. “Now look, I don’t even know if you can help me. I just wanted the opportunity to discuss it with you. That’s all. But before we do there’s something else I have to tell you about.” Better to come clean right away. He slowly inched forward towards her.

She yanked the door open. “I don’t care! Whatever it is, I’m not doing it you jerk!” she said, turning to go.

He quickly called out, “I just wanted to be honest and tell you…”

She took one step and then crumpled into a heap on the carpet.

“…about the sedative.”

 

About the Author

From a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels. She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.

 

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You Call That Legitimate Writing?

This is a phrase that some romance/erotic writers have to deal with, because, what we create isn’t really writing. It’s smut, right? Just low-brow pussy and dick tricks in the disguise of literature. Porno on paper. What possible thought process could come from that? A lot, actually.

Fact is, romance is the #1 selling genre out there. Here are some numbers from RWA:

Romance fiction: $1.438 billion in estimated revenue for 2012

  • Religion/inspirational: $717.9 million
  • Mystery: $728.2 million
  • Science fiction/fantasy: $590.2 million
  • Classic literary fiction: $470.5 million
Photo taken by me in Stavanger, Norway.

Photo taken by me in Stavanger, Norway.

Oh BURN other genres! Jealous much? Oh and don’t go whining about the year quoted. The disparity between the numbers is too great for that Hail Mary to have helped your sales.

To put down another genre because you don’t ‘get it’ is just immature and short-sighted. Every genre takes work and research and is a labor of love. Congratulate your fellow author when they score a contract, instead of belittling them because your space opera lays untouched by the numerous publishers you’ve sent it to for consideration. Writing can’t be faked well like the orgasm.

One another note to Traditional Romance authors–stop thinking you’re better than those who write Erotic Romance. It’s bad enough we have other genres dissing ours, we don’t need in fighting. You’re not better than erotic writers so get over yourselves. Solidary for all writers is what we should strive for.

I’m for equal treatment for all and it’s not a biased opinion because I’ve written almost every genre. Good writing is good writing, not matter what the setting is. Try and remember that instead of being a troll.

Livvy’s Devil Dom by Raven McAllan

Yay! The delightfully talented Raven McAllan is here stroking out a great guest post on her latest–Livvy’s Devil Dom. One of these days I’m going to get back over to Scotland and met her face to face! Rawr!

 

Hi Kastil, thanks for letting me drop by and tell you what inspired me to write Livvy’s Devil Dom.

In its previous incarnation, this was one of the earliest books I wrote. When I got my rights back, I read it again, and thought with a lot of rewriting it could be okay. Well better than okay (I hoped). And in the process I remembered why I wrote Livvy and Sael’s story in the first place.

I wanted to write a love story where the very basic tenets of your beliefs were challenged. Where you had to prove your love in a way alien to you. How would someone react when faced with the choice of behaving in a way they’d never thought acceptable or condemning their love to a painful death? What would their lover do when they thought it over and saw what his (or her) code of ethics asked for? Who would make the sacrifice and how?

It had to be a paranormal story with a separate world, to show how what we on earth thought was wrong, they (on Saffaul) thought was perfectly acceptable. The more I thought about it the more I was drawn in by that dilemma. Then my sexy Devil Sael started to explain about his world in greater depth, and I knew I had to write his and Livvy’s story.

I love a good dilemma, and Livvy and Sael sure have that. I had such fun in creating Sael’s world, and pushing what I (and Livvy) deem acceptable to one side, to save someone’s life.

Sael is one hot Devil, and did I have fun with him. It was a time to let my imagination run riot, but still keep the basic theme of good versus evil.

Livvy is a feisty, I’m in charge, do not diss with me, red-head. So to find out her hot climax-inducing dreams were a bit more than dreams, was a shock to her system.

Underneath all this is the recurring theme, what would you do for the one you love. What sacrifices would you make? When would you say ‘enough is enough’?

Did I succeed in showing that? I hope so.

 

Blurb: When Livvy releases the devil within, he comes with sex that is out of this world—and the small matter of a life or death and decision. As for Sael, he has never met a more ornery or sexy as hell human than formerly-vanilla teacher, Livvy.

She belongs to him, for now, and this devil Dom will try everything in his power to ensure she stays his.

He needs her complete submission to survive, but even if she gives it, will it be a happy-ever-after or hell on earth?

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, anal play, public exhibition, horn sex

Buy links:

Evernight Publishing | Amazon UK | Amazon US | All Romance eBooks | Bookstrand

 

Excerpt: A hand on her shoulder made her jump, drop the shower gel she’d just picked up, and scream.

Livvy’s mouth filled with water, and she spluttered. Her long, red hair spiraled in all directions as she turned, and water droplets bounced off the shower walls. A moist, firm tongue circled her lips and demanded entrance to her mouth, as hands tightened on her ass, and pulled her toward a wet, male body.

Oh my, she shivered as a hot, hard, primed cock probed her pussy, and seemed to take her acceptance as given. It was. With a sigh of agreement she opened to it, and felt it slide inside her like it knew it had come home.

“Who, pmptt—?” Livvy sputtered. With her mouth full of tongue and her pussy full of cock, it wasn’t easy to think, let alone speak. Whoever knew tongues and cocks were able to act of their own volition? Had all the horror books she’d ever read come back to haunt her?

He—it had to be a he, her imagination wasn’t that good—pushed into her, his balls slapping her with each forceful thrust. Why wasn’t she screaming rape at the top of her voice?

Oh God, it was wonderful. This was no rape. This was pure, exciting, hotter-than-hell sex. It had been so long since she’d felt anything as magnificent or arousing.

A sharp slap stung her ass cheek. Livvy dragged her mouth away from his and tried to move away. He pulled her back, as the shower rained down on them. The water created rivulets over their shoulders and traced waterfalls and streams down their bodies.

Livvy looked up into well-remembered deep blue eyes. The dark lashes that surrounded them were plastered together, and his hair stuck close to his scalp and around his neck. His gaze never wavered from her face even as his hands caressed her ass, and circled the tiny secret hole there. She shivered, remembering things that she thought they’d done and she’d enjoyed. But why was it all like looking at a movie?

“Look at me.” He pushed his cock inside her up to his balls and pinched her nipple. “Look at me, Livvy, and tell me what you see.”

The next pinches to her nipple sent a sharp exciting wave of pain from her boob to her clit, and she clenched her muscles around his prick.

“What the hell was that for?” She glared at him, and was rewarded by the soft wave of red that hit his cheeks. Yes, she might like it, and she knew he knew it, but why was he so angry?

“You. Lie. Every night. You feel this every night. It’s real. You choose not to remember it.” He kept up his relentless thrusting, and kissed her neck. It stung, and he grinned as he pulled back to stare at her. “My mark. Every night.”

“Every night?” He was in her dreams every night? What planet was he from? She’d surely remember a tall, dark, ask-me-and-I’m-yours man in her bed?

“You know what planet I’m from. You just heard me. And yes, you know it’s every night. I allowed you not to remember most nights, but now? Now, it’s wake up and fuck time.”

Suddenly, she was blazing angry. Who the hell was he to mess with her mind like that? Didn’t he know it was bloody rude to answer her thoughts? They were her thoughts, for fuck’s sake. Hers. If she’d wanted him to know what she was thinking, she’d have spoken aloud. He needed to butt out. However, she thought she’d just let them both come first! Before she chewed his balls off and told him to go to hell.

“Anytime.” His grin was devilish. “Anytime. But remember, not only can I read your mind, I give as good as I get, and more. So be careful what you decide. You chew my balls; I chew your pussy. I go to hell, you join me, and I’ll tell you now, you won’t like it, not one little bit. Take heed, Livvy, my love, wherever or whatever, I will be your master.”

His thrusts became faster, more demanding, as he pinched and soothed her nipples, before descending on her mouth again.

His last words before their tongues tangled sent her over the edge and spinning into sexual satiation.

“Come now, Livvy. Come for us. And we’ll fly.” She flew. Loud, long, and perfect. He followed her over the edge. She felt him spill, and fill, and… “Fuck.” Felt him fill me. No protection. “Fuck.” She hammered at his shoulders with her fists. “Asshole, moron. Fuck.” Now he’d reduced her to moronic, childish language.

“We did.” He grinned, and she saw a glint of something sharp in his mouth. “Fuck. You ready to go again? Give me five minutes. We Saffaulians are good, but not instant.”

His grin was wicked, his fangs sharp, bright, and … Holy hell. Fangs? I did see something. All thoughts of condoms and safe sex went straight out of her mind. “Fangs? You’re a fucking vampire?” Oh hell, what does that mean for me?

“Wrong. I’m a fucking Devil.” His voice was full of hurt. “A bloody good, fucking Devil, who’s been fucking you this past year without any complaints.”

 

You can check out Raven and her books on www.ravenmcallan.com