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Wounded Hero #1
War almost destroyed them, but they survived thanks to their brother in arms Declan.
Coming home wasn’t as sweet as they’d hoped, lives had moved on without them. For one it was all too much.
United by grief and angered by injustice the Wounded Heroes vow to always be there for each other.
Little do they know that’s going to come sooner rather than later.
Naked Nights #0.5 ~ Erics story
Strip Back brings you back to how the Naked Night’s began. This is Eric’s story. Back when life was a little less polished, and a whole lot harder.
Before there was Strip Teaser, there was Eric; manager and founder of the Naked Night’s male stripper troupe.
You wouldn’t think you’d be past it at 34, but that’s the position Eric found himself in, as well as newly single after finding his girlfriend in a compromising position.
Setting up the Naked Night’s wasn’t easy, it wasn’t fun, and it wasn’t without sleaze, but somehow he did it.
Strip Back is a humorous and steamy tale of one man’s journey to fulfill a dream. Not all male strippers are the same.
I stand in the bathroom doorway, watching Christy. I love watching her. She’s oblivious to my presence. Her head is thrown back, a look of absolute bliss on her face as the water falls on her long, dark tresses before cascading down her back.
Stealthily I move closer, not wanting to draw attention to my presence. I’m enjoying the view far too much to end it just yet. I move closer, staying silent so as not to disturb her.
Through the glass of the shower screen I can see her naked outline. I know she hates it when I stare; she’s too conscious of her lumps and bumps as she calls them. I don’t see them; instead I see pure perfection. I am mesmerized by the rise and fall of her voluptuous breasts. I watch a trail of water caress her breast, skirting around her nipple, then trailing down over the swell of her stomach, and down. It stays on its path, moving down the curve of her hip, and down her thigh. I love those long legs of hers, whether they’re clad in stockings or simply wrapped around me in bed. I watch as the water makes it’s final journey and reaches her knee. Fuck. I’ve made my mind up. I want her. I need her now. My cock is hard as a rock, needing to feel her body against mine.
I step out of my boxers, making my way closer to the shower. The cold air from the door opening startles Christy, but when she sees it’s me she relaxes again. The smile that I love spreads over her lips, lighting up her face as she beckons me in with an outstretched finger. I don’t hesitate, needing to be with her.
She draws me in until we’re both under the blast of hot water. Fuck! How the hell can she stand it this hot? She’s a self-confessed shower tart. She’d be happy to spend all day under the warm stream if I’d let her.
Christy moves for the shower gel, turning me around to lather my back. The slow, sensual stroke of her hands feels so good. The tension starts to leave my shoulders and body.
I turn and lean in to gently nip at her neck, while her hands move behind me to massage my ass. She let’s out that little moan that gets me every time. My erection pushes itself into her stomach, wanting in on the action. Laughing quietly she moves a hand around to my front, taking a firm hold of my cock. Shit, that feels so good. She squeezes lightly, massaging up and down my length. Her soap covered hands so soft and slick against me.
I move my head to her breasts, drawing my tongue over her already erect nipple. With the water cascading over my head and shoulders my teeth graze over her nipple, causing her to tighten her grip. Fuck me. I need to be in her. Now.
I turn her quickly so she’s facing the wall. Knowing what I want she braces her hands on the shower tiles, pushing her ass out to me. I caress the perfect globes of her ass with my calloused fingers, digging in to leave an imprint.
Trailing my fingers between her legs, I can feel Christy’s already wet for me. Thrusting a finger inside her, I cherish the moan that escapes her lips. She pushes her ass further back at me, a silent plea for me to get on with it.
I want to make this moment last, but my cock has other ideas. Removing my fingers I thrust deep inside her. I groan in satisfaction. This is my favorite place, deep inside her, cocooned in her warmth. I hold still, wanting to enjoy the moment as her internal muscles squeeze me firmly, but she has other ideas. She moves against me, bucking her hips and setting the pace. I sense that she needs it hard and fast today, no tender love making. Who am I to deny her?
The water continues to cascade over our bodies as we fuck hard and rough. That’s what this is. Pure, animalistic fucking. God, I love fucking her. When we’re together like this everything feels right, like it was always meant to be.
She’s close, so fucking close I can feel it. I reach for her clit; flicking it viciously. Her resulting orgasm squeezing my cock so tightly I struggle to hold back myself. I thrust as deeply as I can, finding my own release, letting my hot seed fill her.
I am in love with this woman, the words are on the tip of my tongue to tell her, but I hold back. Unsure if the emotion is shared, if I’m nothing more than a good fuck to her. I’ve made mistakes in the past, revealed my feelings too soon, and had them thrown back in my face. I need to take my time here. I don’t want to be made a fool of again.
My legs are like jelly, but I draw her to me, holding her close. We take our time slowly washing each other down, and enjoying each others bodies, before we head back to my bedroom where we fall asleep spooning each other, naked flesh against naked flesh.
I wake suddenly, and the cold hard realization that this was just a dream hits me. She is gone. I’m alone. The sorrow of my loss hits me harder each time I have the dream, and remember how much she meant to me.
Naked Nights #1
When investigative reporter Sally Evans receives her latest assignment to uncover the naked truth, she gets more than she bargained for.
Eight weeks on tour with the Naked Nights male stripper troupe to expose all their dirty secrets, is this serious reporter’s worst nightmare. She’d rather a man keep his clothes on. For Sally, sex is only a consideration if it happens in the dark, not that she can remember the last time she had a reason to turn the lights off.
With over-eager, over-sexed female fans in abundance and baby oil by the gallon, the guys are looking forward to some fun…. Sally’s inhibitions are not.
She gives me a look of warning as I leave the stage and head in her direction. Unlike the rest of the women on the front row, Sally’s the only one not trying to attract my attention and screaming at me to pick them. The look changes to one of resigned acceptance as I take her hand and she reluctantly follows me back to the stage.
There’s something about Sally that draws me to her. She’s real for a start, not like the plastic Barbie dolls that normally show up for our performances. Eric will be pissed that I’ve picked her; he wants us to go for the loud, raucous girls that add to our performance, not a quiet girl like Sally. As far as I know this is the first time she’s watched the performance from out front; she’s hidden backstage the other nights. Eric wanted her to experience the show the same way the audience do. Well now she’s going to get the full experience.
I guide her to the chair that’s front and center of the stage. She sits primly, knees drawn together. I make a show of taking off my grey silk tie, slowly. The audience goes wild for the tie. Eric says it reminds them of Christian Grey, not that I knew who he was before I choreographed this routine, but it always gets a reaction. I unbutton my white shirt, one button at a time, drawing it out and letting my shirt hang open. The audience screams at the sight of my barely revealed abs.
I ease the tie through my hands slowly, almost caressing it, before gently drawing it sensuously across her face. I cover her eyes with the tie, securing it loosely at the back of her head. Moving in front of her, my back to the audience, I pretend to thrust my groin into her face. At the same time I lower the shirt down my back, revealing my strong shoulders inch by inch. Once it’s off I ball it up, tossing it carelessly into the wings.
I turn to the audience, grinning and holding out the bottle of baby oil I just picked up. I make an elaborate show of the bottle and they scream in appreciation. I take one of Sally’s hands in mine. It fits perfectly. Turning her hand so it’s flat, palm up, I pour some of the oil into it, and then rub both her hands together. I move to stand in front of her, facing the audience, thrusting my groin at them. They scream. “Off. Off. Off.” They’re predictable after all. I take tiny steps backward until my legs are either side of Sally’s, and then slowly lower myself into her lap. The blindfold heightens her senses, she may not be able to see me but she can feel me. She still utters a little murmur of surprise as I hover just above her lap. I reach behind me for her hands, bringing them round the front of my chiseled abs, and slowly, oh so slowly, I use her hands to rub the baby oil onto my chest. The lights glisten on the oil, making my upper body appear even more toned. “Just imagine your hands are mine.” I whisper to her.
I do this performance nearly every night, I’ve had hundreds of women run their hands over me, but tonight something’s different. Shit. This is actually arousing me. Do I show her what she’s doing to me? I move her hands lower, slowly teasing the audience who encourage me with vulgar catcalls. “Get his cock out!” one girl screeches from the front row. The tempo of the music increases, becoming more sensual as I trace the V leading to the top of my waistband with her hands.
Eric allows us to decide just how far we go with this part of the act. Normally I stop here. Not tonight. I guide her hands to the belt buckle; she understands and releases the clasp. Next I guide her to draw the belt out, all our movements slow and sensual. I take the freed belt from her hand and throw it behind us on the stage. I reach for her hand again to release the button on my trousers. I hear the indrawn breath as she realizes this isn’t quite the regular performance; one hand being drawn inside my waistband as the other releases the zipper. I want to tell her to touch me, that my cock won’t bite her, but that kind of talk doesn’t seem right with Sally. She’s got too much class for that.
I use her hand to caress my length. Fuck. That feels so good through my boxers. I want this to be real, not an act. Her grip tightens gently, as much as I want to continue this, I can’t. The audience are egging her on, even more crude language spouting from their over glossed lips.
I stand quickly, startling Sally. Turning to face her I lower the waistband of my jeans an inch. On cue the screaming raises in volume. Another inch. Now they’re shouting for me to “get em off” and to “get your cock out” My trousers are level with my boxers now, and I lower them both, inch by slow, teasing inch, until half of my arse is on display. I move a few steps closer to Sally, my groin level with her face. I grind a few times, stopping a whisper away from her lips. Oh God. The thought of those lips caressing my cock. I draw in a deep breath, calming my wayward thoughts. I’m desperately trying to get my head back into that neutral zone I use for performances.
I torment the audience a little more, pulling my trousers back up. Snap. I release them instantly, tossing them aside, and the screaming grows even more raucous if that were possible. Still facing Sally I pick up a towel. Holding it in front of me with one hand, I lower my boxers with the other. They fall, pooled around my feet. The screaming continues.
I step closer to Sally, the towel the only thing between her and me right now. I take one hand, placing it on an arse cheek, then repeat the action with her other hand. She understands what’s needed and gently massages me. My cock gets even harder. At this point I’m supposed to thrust my towel-clad cock into her face. I can’t. That feels wrong with Sally. I grind my hips, simulating the thrust, all the time wishing I could feel those perfect lips caressing me. I try to bring my mental state down from highly aroused to stage aroused; yes there’s a difference.
I draw one of Sally’s hands round to my front, placing it on my cock, holding the towel in place. The shock always makes them pull their hand back, well normally. There was one over eager fan who had a good grope the other night before releasing the towel. Sally performs as expected, pulling back her hand and allowing the towel to fall. The audience noise level is through the roof. One more hip thrust to finish off the performance, then I dramatically release Sally’s blindfold. Her eyes go wide, and a smile lights up her face before she laughs out loud.
I turn to the audience; hands raised high, thrusting my hips towards them, along with my cock, still hidden in a Union Jack sock. I get a standing ovation.
I guide Sally back to her seat in the audience and thank her. The girls either side of her immediately begin calling her a lucky cow and asking what it was like. As I move back to the stage I don’t miss the look in her eyes. I’m in for a shit load of trouble after the show, that’s for sure.
You know what? It was totally worth it.
The Non Adventures Of Alice The Erotic Author
The Black Basque
SEVERED MC SERIES
KT FISHER & AVA MANELLO
Severed MC #1
Eve could never have imagined that her trip to Australia, where she is set to be maid of honor for her best friend’s wedding, could turn from exciting to deadly so quickly.
Her sheltered and boring vanilla life comes to a screeching halt when she arrives in Australia and witnesses a shocking MC murder putting her life in extreme danger. The Carnal MC are a dangerous and savage motorcycle gang who want Eve and will stop at nothing to seek their revenge.
Just when it seems her nightmare fate is sealed, Eve is rescued by the Severed MC and quickly falls for the club’s Vice President Gabe aka “Angel”. This could be just the diversion she needs. With her new protectors, Eve faces a whole new life she never could have imagined…
Gabe never wanted an old lady. One look at the beautiful Eve cowering at the hands of the enemy changes all that. Starting a war with the Carnal MC and having Eve in his bed is just the beginning.
When Gabe stakes his claim, he goes all in. War with Carnal MC is just the price of making Eve his, and only his. But love invites blood and tragedy in an MC’s life.
Just when it’s looking up for his MC and his new woman, a savage attack blows the lid off everything. Revenge possessed and determined can the hot tattooed biker save her from the danger that lies ahead?
Book one of a two part story.
*** CONTAINS ADULT THEMES AND MATERIAL – OVER 18’s ONLY ***
Severed MC #2
Continuing Angel and Eve’s story from Severed Angel.
Eve returns home unaware danger is hot on her heels. Will Satan get the revenge he seeks, will Angel save the woman he loves or will Ink get the woman he deserves.
The nail biting conclusion to the story that crosses two continents…
Book Two in a two part story.
*** CONTAINS ADULT THEMES AND MATERIAL – OVER 18’s ONLY ***
Severed MC #3
Your favorite Severed MC returns with more chaos, more danger and more fireworks.
Satan may be gone but the danger isn’t.
With revenge on the cards from more than one player and hot blooded new comer Justice stirring things up, the people in the town of Severed are in for one hell of a ride.
Severed MC #4
The fourth instalment in the Severed MC series finds Cowboy wrestling with his demons. Can he go on, or is he too broken after everything he’s endured?
Meanwhile the citizens of Severed are caught up in a war, and it’s down to Severed MC to try and save them.
This book is going to blow your mind.