Erotic Cyn for your senses

I love this story and want to go back to the universe I created here. So, the sooner I can finish my other things, the quicker I can delve into the toymaker’s story in P3!

Cupid Shoots, She Scores by Cynnara Tregarth

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Blurb:

For Trina Edwards, the time to play Cupid has come. Her assistants, whom are also the submissives she’s training, have graduated from submissive school with high honors and she knows the perfect woman for these two lovers. Lucky for Trina, it’s someone she loves dearly- her own sister, Nikita.

Nikita has been fascinated by Ronin and Jacob since seeing them with Trina at House Seti. Ronin, with his Hawaiian/Japanese heritage, and his long hair and quiet attitude contrasts sharply with his lover, Jacob, who has short blond hair and quite a mouthy attitude. She’s lusted for the men, and knew Trina wasn’t involved with them beyond training them. So when Trina offers to give them to her for a Valentine’s Day gift, Nikita doesn’t turn her down.

What the three don’t expect so close to Valentine’s Day is that Trina has left nothing to chance. Using everything at her disposal at Plotted Porn Productions (P3), she’ll show the two men and her sister just how much they need each other. Because everyone knows that when Cupid Shoots, She Scores.

Excerpt: (This takes place once Nikita makes contact with them under the guise of Mistress Valentine)

Cynnara Tregarth’s Games Empaths Play
Genre: Paranormal
Length: Novel
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Blurb: Astra Crysomark is a Class 10 Empath and CEO in absentia of Crysocorp. Despite her talents and elevated status, she’s also hated and feared by the members of her society – even her own father, who lies to control her. Noah and Timeon Helspawn have heard plenty about Astra Crysomark, most of it troubling. Now, their company and hers are headed for a merger, and the two brothers are determined to find out the truth about the enigmatic young woman. From the beginning, the threesome feels a powerful bond, but is it genetics or is it love? When their worlds turn inside out, and they have only each other to cling to, they’ll learn that desire and sex are more than just the Games Empaths Play.
EXCERPT:

The night sky sparkled with stars and the pale light of the dual moons, Tareth and Verun. Kissing the curled fingers of her left hand, she placed them on her heart and then her forehead before lifting her hand in a sign of respect to the moons and the gods they represented. Various groupings, couples, and singles meandered through the gardens of House Fulton, the House’s power coming from the gardens and nurseries they owned.

Walking the labyrinth, though not simple, was worth the effort of gaining control of her emotions. She felt like she was being pulled so many ways, pleasing everyone but herself. Granted, sometimes her work was wonderful, especially in helping right wrongs, but in other ways, she felt so alone. Being one of only a handful of class-ten empaths meant she was never completely alone, or alone with anyone of her own choosing. Too many restrictions ruled her life — including her sex life.

Taking a right turn, following the dimly lit path as it curved beneath a willow tree, she enjoyed the fragrances that filled the air, the scents of the night orchids, the jasmine, as well as the sounds of the insects scurrying to taste the sweet nectar of the night blooms. Astra smiled and let go of a bit of tension as she continued her walk through the spirals.

Voices carrying over the next set of tall hedges piqued her interest. It seemed to be a minor argument or something. Opening her shields, she directed her empathic ability toward the sounds and was stunned to feel a wash of lust, desire, and something else clinging to the words. Following the voices, she turned the corner; the sight before her had her clenching and unclenching her hands as emotions flooded through her.

She stood unmoving, her heart clamoring and the tingling sensation of desire pooling in her breasts and her pussy. What she was looking at was forbidden to those of her station, but it didn’t stop the desire. Nor did it stop her from watching the scene before her. Her eyes widened as she watched twin males, Devon and Garth of the House Polgarde, tease a lady from House Geldar as she lay naked, tied down to ground stakes, her genitals exposed to any and all who walked the back path in the labyrinth. Astra shivered at the thought of her being in such an open position.

Devon pushed his hard cock deep into the woman’s mouth. “Suck, Lady Innana. Perhaps you’ll work off your family debt to House Polgarde quicker than most.” His brother, Garth, grinned as he knelt in front of the woman’s spread legs and slipped two fingers deep inside her pussy, causing her to moan and buck her hips.

Astra’s mouth went dry as she watched the twins work in tandem; one would push the woman one way, and then the other would follow. Unconsciously, Astra’s curved hips swayed in time to the rhythm they set. When Garth stopped, lifted Innana to an almost sitting position so he could slide under her, and placed the tip of his engorged cock at her vagina, Astra bit back a gasp as the emotions and sensations washed over her. Damn my empathic ability! As Garth rammed himself in to the hilt, the woman screamed in pleasure before Devon slid himself back into her mouth. Lady Innana sucked him eagerly as Garth methodically pounded into her. Within moments, both twins climaxed with simultaneous groans of pleasure. Even the Lady Innana seemed happy as her body twitched with sated desire. And Astra felt it all, each emotion, each thrust, each sensation linked to the act of sex. Her body was alive with need and rising lust.

Astra swallowed hard as waves of emotional and sexual tension, desire, and completion enveloped her. As she fought for control, her hands began to steal toward the dampness between her thighs. The emotions flowed around her, through her, and increased in delicious ecstasy with each inhalation as she watched them. On Peruth, high-level empaths were forbidden to feed off or experience the sensual emotions of others. If she had been seen, she could’ve been banished from the city of Lurien.

Her breath came out in short pants, her body tingling for release. Astra knew that she couldn’t do a thing about it. Empaths were forbidden the pleasures that others indulged in, told it was for the good of the people. They could have sex, but not the emotions and the passion that went with it. Too many people, including scientists, thought that the empaths’ important skills would be nullified, though that research was hundreds of years old. Without those emotions, empaths couldn’t be swayed by temptation, thus avoiding the pitfalls that surrounded non-empaths. Iji’s balls! Technically, her even seeing and sensing such passion was illegal enough to get her sent to counseling by government-approved psychiatrists. The laws about empaths enjoying sexual release were specific. No emotions were to cloud an empath’s mind, as that might affect the empath’s ability to discern truth from fiction. But why do I feel that if I could just have that, I’d be so much happier?

Voices further down the path brought her out of her reverie. Quickly, Astra composed herself, straightened her dark green gown, and scurried further along so it wouldn’t be obvious that she had watched and listened to something forbidden. Spotting a free bench, she sat down, the coldness of the stone seeping in through the gown’s material. Her father had insisted that if she was going to be working for the company, she had to learn to mingle and associate with others. However, she doubted that watching a sex debt being paid would count as appropriate mingling in her father’s eyes.

© Cynnara Tregarth, August 2005
All Rights Reserved

This week is national Read an ebook Week. In honor of this week, I’m going to post some of my excerpts of my books and run a daily and a weekly contest. Each day, I’ll draw a winner from the people who post in response to my posts to receive a copy of that ebook. On the last day, I’ll draw a winner to receive a gift certificate to ARe (www.allromanceebooks.com) with a couple of my ebooks as well.

Match Game: Ghost Style by Cynnara Tregarth
Genre:         Ghost Paranormal; Halloween
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Dia de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead is here. For Ben Cameron, this holiday is painful without his best friend, Manuel “Manny” Cervantes.

For Shari Livingston, this is a day to remember just how much Manny has done for all of their friends. She never expects Manny to appear at the Dumb Supper she and the others have put together or to demand that she and Ben admit their true feelings for one another.

However, Manny the ghost isn’t about to let them get away with just sleeping together to make him happy. He knows more about them than they want to admit even to themselves. Can this matchmaking ghost get Ben and Shari together or will he be forced to play the ultimate match game to show the love between them both?

Excerpt:

Shari ignored the prickling down her back that told her that she was being watched. Once Manny disappeared from her sight as they drank the last toast, she’d been overly aware of just how much she wanted Ben. But he was right — their friendship was so damn ingrained into them. It was something of legend, their ability to not let sex get in the way of being there for each other, regardless of circumstance. Yet — yet, Manny said they were meant for one another. Could it be true? Really, honestly, made by the universe true?

Concentrating on rinsing off the last bit of dishes before putting them into the dishwasher, Shari started humming a tune before realizing that it was a song playing on her stereo. Placing the last dish into the rack, she poured in the detergent, shut the door, locked it and turned it on. Inhaling slowly, Shari tried to calm herself; there was no way Ben was playing her favorite romantic song because Manny had told him they were meant to be lovers. A small scuffing against the floor made her turn around. There, lounging against the open doorway, was Ben.

He had removed his tie, rolled up his sleeves to mid-forearm; the top three buttons of his shirt undone, showcasing just a hint of hair on his chest. Even his leaning against the doorjamb was sexy, his faded jeans hugging him in the right places. She swallowed as desire swept through her body, dampening her panties. Thank gods he didn’t have a preternaturally keen sense of smell. “What are you still doing here, Ben? I thought you were heading home, just like the others.”

“We need to talk about Manny’s appearance and what he said.”

“There’s nothing to say, Ben. You said it all, without asking my opinion on things. Why bother discussing it now?”

He stepped toward her and Shari retreated before realizing that he was making her on guard in her own home. Spreading her feet shoulder-width apart, Shari put out a hand to stop Ben in his tracks. “Don’t try to overrun me in my own home, Ben. It’s not going to work. Not now, not ever.”

His smile seemed to light his face as his eyes darkened in thought. “I’m not trying to overrun you, Shari. I agreed to give Manny a chance to see if this thing between us is truly meant or not. So why not give in wholeheartedly when he promises me that if it’s not, that our friendship won’t suffer.”

“Oh, is that what he promised? Planning on wiping my memory, are you?” Shari crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to ignore the pain of being treated as an experiment. How dare they put together a scheme against her? Weren’t they all friends? Or is this the result of being shown whatever Manny had forced into Ben’s mind?

“No, nothing like that, Shari, I promise. Manny said that even if we indulged in one night’s passion, our friendship wouldn’t be hurt by it.” Ben sighed as he reached for one of her hands, bringing it to his chest. The heat of his body warmed her chilled hand as his words flooded her mind. “I want to believe him on this. Too many times have I wanted you, wanted to make love to you only to stop because our friendship is the closest thing to a treasure like my parents shared.”

Closing her eyes briefly, Shari listened to his heart, allowing herself to see if he was lying to her. His pulse was steady, there were no other telltale signs of lying, and she wanted to believe him. She had wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Why not give into one night of passion? Tonight could celebrate the joy of life after losing someone like Manny, who brought love and life into each person he touched. Opening her eyes, she nodded briefly. “Fine. One night, my home, my rules. Our friendship remains even if this romantic interlude doesn’t work and even if it does.”

“One night, your home, our rules. I won’t let you have the upper hand in this.” This time his smile reached his eyes. “I know how you can be; you forget how many times you’ve told me about the latest sex escapade, not realizing how hot it made me to claim you myself.” Tugging her close, Ben slid one hand into her loosened hair, then pulled, guiding her lips toward his. “Tonight won’t be like anything you’ve ever had before, Shari. That, I promise.”

His lips were warm and demanding while his tongue swept along her lips, trying to slide between them. With a soft moan, she opened to him as she slid her hands up his chest to his strong shoulders. His taste was not just maleness at its finest, but a combination of the wine he had drunk, the chocolate cake, and something spicy that defied recognition to her sensitive taste buds. Her tongue slid against his, teasing him with bold and then soft strokes as she pressed her body against him. Too long she had denied herself even thinking of the only kiss they had shared so long ago. This kiss seared the old one away, leaving behind quaking need as his tongue caressed the roof of her mouth before slowly withdrawing to outline her lips.

“Gods above, Shari,” he hoarsely whispered against her lips as their foreheads touched. “I need you tonight. Say yes.”

Deep blue eyes filled with desire, respect, and something else captured her gaze. There was no other answer to give. To deny this one night would be denying the dreams she’d had for months now. “Yes.”