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)
Ronin smiled and waved his hand. “I can understand that. It’s hard, though, when you’re not here to actually touch and be touched. Yes, we’re a couple, but we’ve realized that we’re missing something more. A woman’s touch that neither of us can imitate, nor wish to duplicate, is what we both crave. Trina says that you’re that woman, and I’m willing to take that chance. If you’d like to guide us, we’re willing to touch each other.”
“Then I’d like you to remove each other’s clothing as you face each other,” Mistress Valentine commanded softly. “Talk to each other as you prefer, addressing me only when I speak directly to either of you.”
“As you wish,” Ronin responded, rising to his feet. He held out a hand to Jake. “Let me peel off that polo shirt of yours and get you naked.”
Ronin grasped the hem of Jake’s dark blue shirt and pulled it quickly over the man’s head, enjoying the view of the lightly tanned skin and the play of the muscles as Jake worked at releasing his arms from the sleeves. “Damn you, Ronin, I will get you for that.”
“Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming, male.” Ronin quickly helped get the rest of the shirt off and then rested his hands on the khaki waistband. “You know, I think Mistress Valentine is interested in seeing just how huge your dick gets when you’re aroused like you are at this moment.”
Jake blushed while Ronin slid his hand down the front placket of the pants, before unbuttoning them. He loved touching his lover like this, arousing him in small ways. It was wonderful that this new mistress seemed to enjoy the gentle aspect of loving and being loved as well. Ronin smiled at the camera as he pulled down both the pants and the black boxer briefs that snugly held Jake’s large dick in place. “Mistress, do you like what you’re seeing here of Jake?”
“Oh yes, Ronin. Thank you for showing me the view of Jake’s luscious cock. It doesn’t look completely excited at the prospect before it, though.” Mistress Valentine’s pout came through the speakers loud and clear. “Perhaps you should see if you can arouse it to the task at hand?”
Ronin smiled up at his friend while sinking to his knees. “I love how you taste, Jake. Do you like how my mouth squeezes your length when I take you in?”
“That’s right, Ronin, take your lover’s length in your mouth. Stroke it with your tongue. Jacob, darling, I want you to enjoy this. I love seeing your body shudder when Ronin touches you like this.” Mistress Valentine’s voice softly emerged, husky with desire and need.
Categories: Excerpts, Promo, Romance
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
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This week you can find me at Selena Illyria’s blog. Why? I’m guest hosting a whole week of BDSM. *grins* That’s right– me, BDSM and many BDSM authors. Glory at it’s finest! How can you get there from here?
Click the link and come join in on the fun!
Yes, just when you thought it wouldn’t happen– it’s HERE! It’s here! *grins* Special just for me on my 3rd anniversary with my male– Ride Me, Baby is available!Where may you get this fun, erotic romp? CLICK HERE.
Synopsis:
When Baby meets Harley, sparks fly and not all of them good. The man wants her bike for Pete’s sake and has a jealous streak a mile wide.
There’s no way Baby can run a motorcycle shop on her own, not without some serious backing and the mysterious Doc seems the likely candidate. Just what is Baby doing to earn the backing of the mystery man?
Pierce looked around his renovated kitchen that was both private and professional; happy that everything was finally in place and that his catering business would be able to continue without any further delays. It wasn’t easy being a full blooded dragon that catered to not only the royalty in the mortal world, but in the immortal realm as well.
Luckily he didn’t have an event to worry about until the next day when he had to start preparations for the royal wedding between Mystra, the Seelie fae princess and her soon to be hubby, Prince Raynor of the werewolf clan, Petrov. He was happy his two friends were marrying, but at the same time, he wished he could have that same kind of happiness.
But everyone knew that dragons mated for babies, not to live together. Wasn’t going to happen anytime soon since most female dragons thought he was gay because of his cooking profession.
Dismissing the thought, he waved one hand towards the refrigerator in the back corner and called out what he needed. “Fresh basil and pine nuts, to the counter.” Gesturing towards one particular cabinet, he called out again. “Extra virgin olive oil, cumin, onion powder, cayenne pepper, and oregano.” They flew out of the cabinet and landed neatly on the counter in front of him.
Without any thought to the amounts, he began putting the ingredients except for the olive oil into the food processor. Pierce flipped the switch, watching the ingredients meld together in strong sweeps of the blades. Carefully guarding his glasses, Pierce poured in the oil, a teaspoon at a time until the consistency was just about perfect.
Then a noise at his back door caught his attention. “Who the hell would be stupid enough to bother me at this time in the afternoon?” Stopping the food processor, Pierce stomped over to the door, trying hard to control his temper so he wouldn’t shift from human to dragon form. Flinging open the door, he looked around. “All right, whoever you are, if you don’t tell me what you want, I’ll fry you with fire!”
A flash of purple blasted past his shoulder and a sweet, melodic voice spoke as he turned around. “I need your help, Pierce. You’re the only one who can pull this off. So, get your things and let’s go. We don’t have time to waste. The Pixie queen needs her supper party for tonight and you’re the only one who can make it happen.” The pixie which grew to human height, tugged at his arm. “Come on, we don’t have all day, Pierce.”
Recognizing the curvy pixie, Pierce groaned inwardly. Selena. She was the peskiest pixie to ever walk the mortal or immortal realms and the only one who could get under his dragon skin. She made hummingbirds on crack look slow with how her mind and mouth worked. Now she wanted him to leave his brand new kitchen for what? “Selena, calm down and repeat yourself. What do you need me for?”
This story is for Selena Ilyria. She’s a fellow author and a pixie supreme. She has sass and more, so this one is for her.
This story idea came to me yesterday before I began doing Fast Draft. I wrote 4k and I’m happy with the storyline. So for you all, I figured I’d share a bit of it! More »
Yuppers, the Marauders are back and I’m happy. The first book in the series, Mark of the Blood is out today at Aspen Mountain Press(AMP). I’m thrilled and the cover is just freaking fantastic! Give me a bit to get up the excerpt and more for the website. LMAO I’m too busy dancing at the moment.
http://www.aspenmountainpress.com/new-releases/mark-of-the-blood/prod_214.html
Today’s flash fiction is for those who remember my Marauder series. *grins* I promise, this might just remind you why I’ve not shelved these lovely men!
Yuppers, I’ve finished line edits on Cupid Shoots, She Scores. This means, we get to look forward to the book being released… well…. soon. *grins* Rumour has it’ll be out sometime in February, but when I find out– you’ll find out.
I’m actually excited because this world kinda gives me a way of bring all my stuff into both the past and the present. More importantly, I’m letting out my inner kink slut out to play. Yes, this is a good thing.
If you’ve not seen the excerpt on this story yet– take a look at the Excerpt page for it and for more on the world of P3– take a look at the Other Worlds tab.
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