Chains of Lust After Dark.............a vampire story

KNIGHT...His name. He walks the night seeking the blood of those who don't believe. He's a vampire. In another life a Master Dom, and now as an immortal, he's taken to playing with his prey before feasting. In a time when the red light district of London is being torn apart by a notorious serial killer, vampires walk the streets unheeded. One young woman is searching for her sister and finds there are creatures of the night she never dreamed of. One will become her everlasting love...if she sucumbs to the enticing offer of immortality. Life or everlasting death?

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An Interview with Mark Davis...my favorite erotic poet

Since embarking on this journey...the one of an erotic romance writer I have met so many wonderful and exciting people. On of my favorites is Mark Davis a talented writer and poet. His poetry as so many of you know can curl your toes, trigger erotic thoughts and make you bite your lip. He's a good friend and was sweet enough to talk to my very annoying and over sexed interviewer Cherry Splendor. Enjoy our little romp and his poem written just for US (me and Cherry).

Interview with Mark Davis Author...and Poet

Interviewer Miss. Cherry Splendor (my altered ego)

Cherry: Mr. Davis, mmm first off may I call you Mark?

Mark: You certainly may Cherry

Cherry: When did you first start writing?

Mark: I Have been writing poems since my teens. the stories only the last 3 or 4 years. But only this year for publication.

Cherry: Have you always embraced the erotic side of poetry.

Mark: Not really. The erotic stories though definitely bought out that side of my poems

Cherry: Where did you get that blue tie, it is so sexy?

Mark: Why thank you Cherry. It has other uses as well.

Cherry Splendor: I can only guess, sighs, but  I see you have a story in the anthology Darkest Desires with Hot Ink Press. Mmm, is it hot?

Mark Davis: It is. A little bit of everything in there. It was my first to be published and some good authors in it as well.

Cherry Splendor: How long does it take you to write a poem? And your stories, take you very long?

Mark: The poems come to me in a flash most time and i just have to sit and write them straight away. The stories happen in my head as i write them. Its all the other things like editing after you have written them that take time.

Cherry: I like a man who thinks like you? Busy later.

Suzzana: Cherry, I had an idea you would hit on Mr. Davis. Sorry, she's a slut. Hits on all the male guests.

Mark Davis: Excuse my blushing. Not often i get hit on by someone as sexy as Cherry.

Cherry: You always spoil my fun, Suzzana.

Suzzanan: You need to ignore her. I am very sorry she's so forward.

Suzzana: You do know that you are one of my favorites erotic poets. Anything new you are working on?

Mark: As i said before they just come to me and i write them straight away. I wrote this one while waiting for you two gorgeous ladies to arrive.

A vision in red enshrouded me
as i lay there on my bed
what drew her to possess me?
to live inside my head?

At first i didn't really know
she was hiding there in me
and it wasn't till i closed my eyes
that i began to see

The soft arms embraced me
then her lips locked me in a kiss
Her long legs wrapped around me
i had never dreamed like this

As she worked her magic
I heard her whispering my name
"Give your body to me
and you will never be the same."

As we came i felt her drain me
then the bed began to shake
I tried to hold on to her
but realized I was awake

I looked over at the window
open now, a breeze blows through
and i smile as i realize
She looked a lot like you
  

Suzzana: Thank you, Mr. Davis I am sure there are plenty of readers waiting to hear from you. It such a great pleasure to have you....purrr...and thank you for the poem.

5 star review

5*****Stars

Book:  Remembrance (Novelette)

Author:  Suzzana C. Ryan

Publisher:  Rebel Ink Press

Genre:  Inspirational Romance

Rating:  Adult

This story makes us once again remember the horror of September 11, 2001.  It is a story about a family and a father who brought his children up with love and faith.  Hope O'Keefe was the black sheep of the family, a photographer for the Museum of Natural History, twenty-eight and single.  Her sisters and brothers are married, and her parents keep waiting for the day she will also.

When she meets thirty-five year old divorced father of two, Vincent Palmeri, a cop and friend of her father's, her views about being single change.  She is in love; the feeling is mutual but tragedy strikes and the family is left reeling.  Illness and 9/11 change the O'Keefe family. 

This book brings tears to your eyes, but it does something even more than that, it makes you remember, and 9/11 is something we should never forget. The author did an incredible job of reaching into my heart and making me once again aware of how fragile life is.  This is not about who marries who, who loves who. It is about remembering and honoring those that died on that fateful day.

Reviewed by:  Linda Tonis

Member of the Paranormal Romance Review Team

Love's Eternal Fire.........

Love’s Eternal Fires

Blurb:

The Coast of Ireland 872 A.D.

Tomas was a Viking. An accomplished warrior, a seasoned sailor and the son of Sjurd head of one of the largest clans in his home of Norway. He’d many fine talents, most women could attest to them in bed.  He’d left Norway on a long ship heading for the coast of a rich lush country called Ireland.

Shauna heard from others along the coast about the invasions. Men, some said as tall as trees, came in long boats, killing, raping and taking land that didn’t belong to them. Shauna cringed; her beloved home was the next kingdom along the coast that was in danger of attack by these marauders.

A beautiful, green-eyed black haired beauty Shauna vowed to protect her home, only to fall prey to Tomas’s handsome face and warrior body. At first he treats Shauna with indifference, ignoring her beauty and punishing her for her disobedience. He keeps her a prisoner in his bed his need for her insatiable. And still she refuses to surrender herself to him completely, fighting him at every turn.

Tomas fights his need and his desire for Shauna but succumbs to it every night. He burns for her, craves her, as no woman before her. He surrenders to her will, falling deeply in love. Shauna’s love for him flourishes and burns deep, promising him a love that is eternal, and born of fire.  It will be a fire that will consume them both, and erupt into a deep and eternal love.

UNDER HER PROTECTION

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Playing with the Enemy........another free read

Josie never played fair. Her girlfriends despised her and yet always wanted to be around her. Josie was like a magnet, men were drawn to her. And Josie liked men. She'd take any one's man, she looked at it as  if he's out there looking and he's hot, why not. Josie was a bad girl. She never knew when to stop. She never knew when enough was enough.

****

JP Adams was a NYC police officer who grew up in the projects in the South Bronx. He'd seen it all including his father gunned down and killed as he took a stray bullet from a gang drive by. JP was fourteen when he lost his father. On that day he's sworn vengeance. But his father brought him up right, JP never joined a gang or did anything wrong in the eyes of the law. He joined the force when he was twenty two after completing four years of college. He owed his father and now as a cop he was giving back.

JP was on his way home when he saw her coming toward him. Tall, slender, ebony hair, pale skinned and slightly bronzed. He figured her heritage was probably Spanish. He was mixed, his father was Afro-American and his mother Columbian. His mother was still alive and when he became a cop he moved her from the Bronx to the suburbs on Long Island where he felt she was safer.

The dark haired beauty smiled as she approached him and that's when he noticed the jacket she wore was gang issue and she wore colors. Pissed him off to no end, did the girl ever look in the mirror, see her potential to be more than a gang member?

****

Josie saw the hot delicious looking guy approach her. His skin was light chocolate, just the way she liked them, and he was no doubt buffed beneath the football jersey he wore. He was on his phone and when her eyes met his, he smiled and it was a devastatingly sexy smile. He was hot. He winked and then ran his tongue across his lips. Bad boy she thought, wouldn't he love to get his tongue on her pussy which was smooth, not a hair and dark rose colored. She'd been told by many who'd gotten a taste, best pussy and best ass. Yes, she loved a cock up her ass and only allowed the ones who knew how to fuck a girl that way. It required the best pussy licking, getting her off once, then she'd allow his cock in her tight bum. She'd come again, once her clit was swollen and ready. The effect was decadent and the orgasm mind blowing. Yes, she was a slut, but for only those in her gang that mattered. She passed him. Oh, yes she felt his eyes on her.

"Excuse me, sweets got a minute."

Didn’t take him long she thought. "You talking to me?" she said turning around and letting her full breasts bounce giving him a feast for his eyes.

"

"Yes, I am. That jacket, gang issue. What the fuck is a pretty girl like you doing wearing one?"

"What do you think? What are you a cop?" Now he pissed her off.

"If I was?"

"Fuck you then. Thought you were hot, now you bore me."

****

She succeeded in pissing him off. Damn, she was something, and it had been a while since any woman attracted him. This girl was sending all his blood right to his cock and just wanted to try a small piece of what she had to offer.

"Wait, wait, okay sorry. My names JP. When I see a girl as pretty as you I see such potential baby and those gang colors indicate to me how much you're used. Ever been loved by a real man?"

"Oh, I supposed that's you."

"Nothing better. But that's not the issue it's those colors."

He watched her saunter up to him. Got right in his face. She wasn't as tall as he thought maybe five foot three, but every last inch of her was packed solid and her nearness made his mouth water.

"It seems officer you want some candy. And I am candy."

He just stared her down. They were in the middle of a busy city street yet he sawing no one but her. And his cock, damn he was fighting to keep that baby down. 

****

Josie had no idea what hit her, but she wanted him. Her belly churned, her pussy was wet and now she fell that urge deep down inside. What would it be like to fuck him, oh yes to touch him too. She was going into enemy territory, she could be punished for this, yet better shot. She'd proposition him, what then he'd arrest her? She was betting he'd take her up on her offer.

"Do you want some JP? You won't be sorry and I won't tell." She handed him a small piece of paper with her name and cell phone number. "Meet you tonight when and where you want. Never did a cop before but there's a first time for everything."

She smiled as she watched him take it and fold it and put it in his pocket. He smiled at her again and ping pang she felt it. Damn if her pussy didn't moisten up a bit more. 

"Thank you Josie. I'll call. Tonight." He turned, crossed the street and disappeared from sight.

She stood there and wanted scratch her head. What had just happened? Was she really going to meet him? She was, oh she was, and she had a feeling having his cock up her pussy was going to be one fuck she wouldn't forget.

Love's Eternal Fire .... coming from Rebel Ink Press

The Coast of Ireland 872 A.D.

Tomas was a Viking. An accomplished warrior, a seasoned sailor and the son of Sjurd head of one of the largest clans in his home of Norway. He’d many fine talents, most women could attest to them in bed.  He’d left Norway on a long ship heading for the coast of a rich lush country called Ireland.

Shauna heard from others along the coast about the invasions. Men, some said as tall as trees, came in long boats, killing, raping and taking land that didn’t belong to them. Shauna cringed; her beloved home was the next kingdom along the coast that was in danger of attack by these marauders.

A beautiful, green-eyed black haired beauty Shauna vowed to protect her home, only to fall prey to Tomas’s handsome face and warrior body. At first he treats Shauna with indifference, ignoring her beauty and punishing her for her disobedience. He keeps her a prisoner in his bed his need for her insatiable. And still she refuses to surrender herself to him completely, fighting him at every turn.

Tomas fights his need and his desire for Shauna but succumbs to it every night. He burns for her, craves her, as no woman before her. He surrenders to her will, falling deeply in love. Shauna’s love for him flourishes and burns deep, promising him a love that is eternal, and born of fire.  It will be a fire that will consume them both, and erupt into a deep and eternal love. 

Wondering abt my next story.......

I came across this drawing and here's where I knew I'd love to venture. Down his road, where ever that may lead. I hve so many stories piled one on top of another in my head its hard toshuffle them around in my brain. But every so often one shoot out lands in my Word 10 and opens up, grows and decomes a new release.

Like this amazing picture, here Isee one trying to punch its way away from the rest. A muse will maage to grab hold of it and help it finds its home.

Watch for ne and exciting Erotic Romance stories and adventures. And coming soon so many new ventures and journies.

Thanks

Suizzana C Ryan

The Share...Free Read..Paranormal

The Share

By Suzzana C Ryan

“He’s mine,” Clever yelled at her sister.

“No, I found him he’s mine,” Treat yelled back.

‘”Look we could stand here all day and argue over him, then neither one of us would have any fun. Besides I’m damn horny.” Clever then wiped her lip; she’d just downed her first glass of wine.

Treat walked over to the young man and lifted his chin up to view his face. “What’s your name boy,” she asked smiling sweetly.

“I was told not to talk,” he replied.

“Who told you that sweets?”

“She did, Clever,” he answered.

“Clever sometimes makes up her own rules. Of course you can talk, what’s you name.”

“Jackson, ma' me.”

“Jackson I gather you like pain?”

“That all depends,” he answered, now lowering his eyes.

“Good boy, Mistress likes when you show you’re humbled.

”Clever walked over. “Let’s cuff him to the St. Andrews cross and then begin.”

“Did you hear her boy, is that what you want. Then I can hook my nipple clips to you.”

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

They walked him over to the cross they had hanging on the wall of their little dungeon. Clever called it her play room, but Treat liked dungeon, better. From an outsiders view, it looked more like a dungeon, and was equipped rather nicely. An array of whips, chains, floggers, strap-ons, and a table full of nasty little tools. To some the array of goodies was frightening but to those who came to visit very arousing.

They cuffed him arms and legs to the cross, then blindfolded him. Both Clever and Treat wore black leather corsets and stiletto heeled thigh high boots and no under wear.

They each took one of his nipples in their mouth lathing it to a fevered hardness, bring moans from him then hooked the nipple clips to him making his moans even louder.

“Oh baby you like that. Mmm, “purred Treat.

“Yes, oh yes,” Jackson said.

Next Clever got one of the floggers and whipped it through the air and over his now hardening cock.  She whirled it through the air a number of times letting it land on his cock and balls and watched his erection getting stiffer with each hit.

Both Mistresses were exceptionally hot and horny and Jackson’s cock when hard was rather impressive. It was Clever who approached Jackson first.

“Mistress needs her pussy eaten. Going to un-cuff you boy and I want you on your knees and at my pussy. But first you’ll kiss each boot heel.”

He did as instructed and then they walked him to the bed. Clever sat on his face and tweaked at his nipple clamps and Treat took his hard cock and pushed into her already wet pussy.

Treat road him hard and Clever hardy gave him breathing time, but Jackson never complained. They came one after another and all three were exhausted.

Clever moved from his face falling onto the bed leaving Jackson laughing. “Damn, Mistress love that pussy,” he said now breathing in fresh air.

Treat moved off his cock and lay back on the bed, also trying to catch her breath. He just laid there smiling, "Can the sex could get any better?" And it would.

Before him stood Trinity and she had on a black strap on cock. “Hi baby, my turn,” she said with a wide grin on her beautiful face.

His cock hardened again as Clever pumped him back to life. He got on all fours and a very well lubed cock rammed up his ass. Giggles erupted in the little dungeon.  Treat got underneath him and took his cock in her mouth as Trinity fucked him, and then he came. The vibrator inside the cock gave Trinity an extra ordinary orgasm and once again the group was exhausted.

“My Mistresses,” Jackson said as he sat up and let his fangs descend. Now ladies it’s you've had your fun now it’s my turn.

All three women backed away.  Screams erupted. But no one could hear them. They were after all in a dungeon.

Jackson smiled as he wiped his fangs and pushed aside the last corpse. “Nope, it doesn’t get any better than this.” His wicked laughter fell on deaf ears.