I'm thrilled to be one of the authors helping to debut the new EC for Men line at Ellora's Cave. This line, in case you haven't heard, is erotic fiction geared toward men. If you like your stories smoking hot and the pages sizzling, go grab you a copy of them all. :)
So without further ado....
Here are a couple of excerpts from the stories releasing today. Check them out for yourself at http://www.jasminejade.com/c-128-EC-for-Men.aspx
Hard Day's Reward
There weren’t many things better than a cold beer after a shitty day. Only one came to Chad Barlow’s mind immediately—one of Shelly’s surprises.
He knocked on the apartment door and edged closer to the entrance. She’d driven him crazy most of the afternoon. The hands-off-at-work bullshit was getting old, but she made up for it when they did get together, so he couldn’t bitch too hard.
The door creaked open and a curvy brunette answered with a smirk on her full red lips. Her blue eyes scanned him in silent appreciation and his cock hardened instantly at the perusal. Her I’d-fuck-you-hard-any-day look almost made him forget why he was here.
A red, thin-strapped shirt hugged her palm-sized tits and stopped short of nice, full hips. Snug shorts stopped mid-thigh, offering him a bountiful feast of tanned skin, which ended at dainty red-polished toenails. But her lush lips and long, curled hair drew his gaze back to her bemused grin. His hands itched to run through the thick mass and press her to the floor. Maybe then he could sample exactly what that hot little mouth could do.
“You must be Chad.” She stepped aside. “Come in and join the party. Shelly’s told me all about you.”
Crap. He’d fucked up already and hadn’t even gotten in the door. His cock throbbed, aching for relief from the tension his thoughts had stirred. Shelly never went for drama, but getting a hard-on for whoever this was probably wasn’t the best way to start the surprise.
“Hey, baby.” Shelly wandered in, her long blonde hair swishing around her shoulders as she flip-flopped her way to him and stood on tiptoes to kiss him. Her hand ran down his chest and dipped lower to cup his balls. He groaned into her floral-scented hair. “I knew he’d find you hot, Marcy.”
The appreciative lilt in her voice revved his libido into overdrive. He’d make sure she purred good and hard tonight.
The white lace bra and panty set he’d gotten her for her birthday taunted him from beneath a white lace kimono. He never cared much what she wore. Her sexy-as-hell molten lips and the sensuous swish of her hips always captured his attention first.
The wicked grin he recognized lit up her face. She’d planned something naughty. “I’ve put out a beer for you.”
That’s one thing he always enjoyed about Shelly. The no-frills décor of her house made him welcome—from her eclectic black-and-white scenery photographs to an endless assortment of shot glasses. Nothing in the place matched and he loved every inch of it.
Marcy angled toward the loveseat and perched on the edge. “I was worried he wouldn’t since you’re so gorgeous.”
He’d lost track of the conversation somewhere between the gorgeous tits and sultry lips, but he didn’t much care. Shelly’s soft laughter tumbled through his jumbled mixture of shock and excitement. Fucking woman loved to shake things up—and damn if he wasn’t ready for whatever she was about to dish out tonight.
Copyright © CARA CARNES, 2012
Take Me At The Ballgame
JT Lovejoy looked out over the baseball field, still lit from the game tonight, with its cross-cut grass and cleat marks forged in the dirt around the bases. The home team he covered for the local newspaper had just squeaked out an 11th-inning win and he’d been lucky to make his deadline—working so late he was now alone in the press box. His fingers were cramped and he could use a beer.
Too bad they don’t let us drink in the press box. Would make for some interesting stories for the paper.
JT was about to pack up his computer when he heard a noise behind him. He turned to see the team’s public relations intern, Sydney, standing just inside the door. His cock began to harden as he took in the tight team polo shirt stretched across tits he’d dreamt about more than once and a flippy little black skirt that made him wish for one of those under-the-skirt cameras so he could see what was hidden underneath. She tucked a strand of her long, brown hair behind her ear and smiled. It was anything but innocent.
“Hi, JT. I saw the lights on, but wasn’t sure anyone was up here.”
Sure you weren’t, honey.
They’d been flirting for weeks now, and JT decided then and there to do something about it. “Yep, still here. Just turned in my assignment.”
“You, um, got everything you need?”
He raised an eyebrow.
What an opening…
“As a matter of fact, no.”
“Oh? Can I get you something else? Wait, you sent in your story already, though, right? You must have.”
“My story isn’t what I was talking about…”
What I need is you. Your tits, your pussy…
Sydney’s brow furrowed. Was she really this obtuse? JT would bet not. “Another feature?”
“Sort of.” He motioned her closer. “Come here and I’ll tell you.”
Her gaze darted to the closed door just behind her. “All right.”
She approached and he gripped the arms of the chair to keep himself from reaching for her. Sitting down in one of the adjacent chairs, Sydney then leaned forward a little, almost as if she were offering herself to him.
Hopefully she will before long.
He took a deep breath and went for it, staring out the window at the now-darkened field.
“You’re what I need.”
“Yeah. Under me, on top of me, hell, side by side is fine…” He checked to see if she looked repulsed or about to slap him, but all she did was lick her lips. Images of those lips tightened around his cock flooded his sex-deprived mind.
“That’s pretty forward.”
“I’m a forward kinda guy,” he lied and held his breath.
Her eyes darted down to his lap and when she looked back up he could see the heat in them. “Well, we can’t have you needing something and not getting it, now, can we?”
Copyright 2012, Cassandra Carr