What's up this Month?

A few things have happened lately. I wrote a novella for the Red Key Club Halloween Anthology (I included a little teaser just in case you want to pre-order), I'm working on a Halloween release, and I commissioned some art. 

First, the art! This lovely scene from The Tomb is brought to you by Phantom Dame. Look forward to a scene from The Sacrificial Chamber next week! :)

Also releasing this month is the Charity Halloween Romance Anthology Crimson Vendetta! All proceeds go to the ASPCA. :) I donated The Tomb to this anthology for three months, so this story will not be on Amazon from Oct 20th - Jan 20th. 

Arboreum Teaser

After a car accident leaves Iris with chronic pain and a life she never planned, she fills the empty places in her life with gardening and friends. But as Halloween approaches, something wicked this way comes.

I clenched deep inside, so hard it was almost painful. I had never felt like this. Overwhelmed, swept under a wave of desire. I did not know I could feel like this. I gripped his shoulders for dear life.

The vines around my calves slowly tightened, pulling my feet further apart. It was alright to give in just this once. There could be no danger in a dream. And it had been so long since I had been touched like this. Had I ever been touched like this?

Celadon gently wrapped long, thick fingers around my throat, tipping my head back with his thumb.

“You are so lovely,” he whispered, seemingly to himself.

My cheeks burned, but I looked down at his lips. What would it be like to kiss him? To press my soft lips to the thin slash of his mouth. Would that long tongue fill my mouth?

Thoughts I had never had before rushed into my mind. Things I had never done with Shaun. Things that required passion, hunger, and the look in Celadon’s eyes.

“I want—” I broke off as a vine slowly stroked up my inner thigh.

“You want?” Celadon’s eyes burned into mine. He was so close I could feel his breath on my lips. “Tell me, my flower. What do you desire?”

The teasing touch reached my panties and lightly stroked where the thin fabric stuck to my folds. I gasped. Celadon’s lips curved into a faint smile.

“I want—”

The vine slipped around the edge of my panties to dip into my slit. It slowly stoked from my tingling clit to my clenching back entrance. Gentle prodding touches began to push something cool and slick inside the untouched flesh. I groaned when the vine slowly began to push inside.

“How does it feel?” Celadon murmured, lightly kissing my panting mouth.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

The vine writhed deeper, thickening as it went, easing my back entrance open. My wetness slowly slicked my thighs as my inner muscles clenched over and over. I had never thought to try this with Shaun. It had never appealed to me. But now…

I whined when a second vine carefully nudged in alongside the first. It was overwhelming, stretched, and aching, but beneath it was a heat I had never felt before. The dull ache only made me wetter.

“Please!” I moaned.

“Anything, my darling,” Celadon rumbled, licking and nipping at my throat. “Tell me what you want.”

My hard nipples tingled where they rasped against his rough chest with only a couple thin layers between. Something began to tug my zipper down my back. I struggled to think, to put a single cohesive thought together.

“Inside,” I finally gasped. “Please, I want you inside.”

Celadon slowly trailed his lips over my collarbone. “Filling you up until there is nothing but me?”

A voice in my mind whispered I was going too fast, in danger of drowning in this strange man-like creature. But why not? Why could I not have this pleasure when so much of the past year had been pain?

“Yes!” I gasped.

Celadon’s free hand reached down to lift my skirt. His thumb slipped under the edge of my panties to dip between my folds, unerringly finding my swollen clit. My knees gave out, and only the vines wrapped around me kept me in place.

With the vines slowly pumping in and out of my stretched back entrance and the thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit, I could feel myself winding tighter and tighter. My core ached to be filled, and I moaned desperately.

Two thick fingers, each one easily twice the size of mine, stroked from my clit to my sopping wet core. They slid inside me embarrassingly easy, slick, filthy noises filling the quiet garden as Celadon thrust fast. His palm slapped against my folds with each jerk of his wrist.

I knew I was being loud, nearly screaming, but I had no control over myself. The world had narrowed down to the overwhelming pleasure between my thighs. The vines twisted and writhed inside my tight body as the sloppy sounds grew louder than my cries.

A vine crept around the front of my body to slip under the waistband of my panties. My nails dug into his shoulders until green covered my fingertips. A guttural, animalistic sound spilled from Celadon’s lips a moment before his tongue thrust into my panting mouth.

I moaned around his tongue, unable to do more than survive the storm of pleasure. His long tongue swept around my mouth, smearing sweet, sticky nectar over my tastebuds. I took deep swallows of it, moaning desperately between gulps.

Yes, yes, yes. The tip of a vine slipped between Celadon’s palm and my slick flesh to lightly flick my clit, and I screamed into his mouth. Pleasure roared through me, sucking the breath from my lungs and leaving me convulsing in Celadon’s arms.