Sunday, July 23, 2017

Six Sentence Sunday

#SixSentenceSunday

This is from my upcoming release - Their Weapons Maker, Heroes of Olympus book 3! (Coming Soon to Evernight Publishing!!)


“You do realize I was busy, right?” Ares’s growl echoed in the room made of white marble and gold. “I was kicking ass in a game. Whats so fucking important?”
“Your descendant.” Apollo stood before the well and looked into it. 


Friday, July 21, 2017

Fresh Friday Reads

How about something new from me? Fun!

Each Friday I am going to post something I'm going to call my Fresh Friday Read - this is going to be a snippet from a WIP (work in progress) and you my delightful and amazing readers will be the judge on if you want me to continue or not!!

You can leave a message here on my blog, or message me on Facebook. I'm easy either way.

So, today I am leaving you with something that I've never done before - FIRST PERSON! That's right my darling's I'm writing a new book and it's in first person. (I'm terrified!)

So, my sweet ones without further adieu let me introduce you to Dimitri. I love to listen to this man tell me his story. I hear him in my mind with a heavy Russian accent and its interesting to say the least.

Enjoy! (And feel free to share this blog post if you want to!)

©2017 by April Zyon


*** WARNING - GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND CURSING AHEAD ***

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Chapter 1
* Dimitri*

I watched the news with dispassionate care. The politicians on the television strutting about like puppets on a string doing one thing while actually pulling off another. They were con men, they were worse than the loan sharks who would loan to the poor schmucks that couldn’t pay them back. At least with those bastards you knew you would get your kneecaps broken or killed when you didn’t pay. They didn’t hide behind the shiny smiles and false promises like politicians did.
“The fuckers do have their uses.” I mused aloud in the room and stood. I had more than one of the assholes in my pocket, but I wasn’t the only Boss who had those unlucky so called civil servants in their hands, but I was the one with the most because I owned the club that most of the sick fuckers liked to come to. No, today I simply wanted to see what the good Mayor had to say. I had told him exactly what he needed to say about the continued car jacking. It wasn’t something that I was involved in personally, however, being how it was one of the assholes that thought they could come into my territory and set up shop I was putting out a very clear message.
I looked over at the video monitoring system at the men held and currently being worked over by my enforcers and smiled. I was putting out a loud and clear message to their bosses at least that I had this town wrapped up in a tiny little bow and for them to come onto my turf and try to take over without even giving me the courtesy of knocking on my door and asking was like a giant fuck you, which was unacceptable to me.
Standing I turned off the television once the good deviant that we called Mayor put the message out that I wanted to be put out and smiled. “Now time for me to go to work and figure out just who the hell these little bastards work for and where they came from.” I had an idea, I just needed the confirmation from them. I knew that Patrick O’Casey was trying to muscle in on my side of the river again and that was a bloody battle last time we fought and one I was looking forward to again. The little punk took the reins of the Irish house in the city and thought that he could fill his daddy’s shoes right away and I was just the right demented fucker to put him into place.
Cracking my knuckles, I walked down the steps of my home and into the basement where his men were being kept by mine. “Ivan, Dafid, I do believe that I would like to have a turn with our friend here.” I watched two of my closest friends and most trusted Enforcers give me a respected nod as they backed away from the men that hung from their wrists with rope from the ceiling.
I looked at the two men who swung back and forth. My men hadn’t been gentle and that was appreciated, however, they had left the men conscious which was exactly what I wanted. I removed my crisp white shirt and knew what the men saw. I wasn’t a vain man, but I was very aware of how I looked, I worked hard to keep up the body that served me so well and I was damn proud of it. They would see not only the six pack abs that I worked daily on, but the numerous tattoos that littered my body. I knew they would also see the ones that would have them shitting themselves if they knew anything about Russian prisons and how they worked. I had spent time in the gulag and had lived to build a stronger and better life but not before I was scarred and marked by the inmates inside of those walls of hell. American prisons were like staying at a Holiday Inn, more than one of my men had said when they had to actually spend time in jail for a crime. No, Russian prisons were their own nasty and terrible beasts and I came out their fucking king.
“Now, you will tell me who gave the order for you to step onto my turf to steal a specific list of cars from a specific list of people?” I asked in a very calm voice, at least I thought that it was a very calm voice considering how volcanically pissed off I felt inside.
They had been ordered to steal from me and those I protected, that was unacceptable to me and I refused to let this slide.
“Fuck you.” One of the cocky little bastards said while I was musing about how they had been ordered to steal from me and mine. Oh, he was going to pay for his words, and pay dearly.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked because it was possibly these idiots simply didn’t know that they were in the den of the devil himself.
“Yeah,” the one who had the motormouth continued. “Doesn’t make a fucking difference to me. Would do it a-fucking-god-damn-gen you fucking self-righteous prick. Not like you and yours don’t come onto our side of the river.” The idiot spat at me and onto my shoes. Shoes that I liked. I swung at his partner, not him.
Smiling I looked at the cocky one again. “I am Dimitri Dudikov and I am the Head of the Russian mafia here in Arlington, and the east coast. Anything that happens comes through me first so I would say that you are a liar and every lie you speak, your friend will pay.” The shocked look was priceless and one that I had become accustomed to. Yes, this little fuck didn’t know who they had come into the home of. They had thought it was a Lower Boss, not Me.
“Why him? I’m the one who insulted you.”
“Because I’ve found the one who talks the loudest is the one who is the cockiest and seems to think he knows it all where the one who is silent typically does know it all.” I looked at the silent one and nodded. “Ah yes, understanding is there. He knew very well just whose turf and home he was coming into, didn’t you?”
At the silence the man swinging beside him twisted, “Jesus Toby, tell me you didn’t bring me into the Devil’s background.” Continued silence. I wasn’t really surprised. He would be the hardest one to break. I looked at three of the lower level Enforcers and nodded.
“Take our talkative friend here back home.” I could practically feel the relief flowing from him, stupid idiot, didn’t he realize I was not a nice man? “I will let you all decide how many pieces to deliver him in. I would save the head for his Boss however, that’s just me. Have fun boys.” I knew my men would see to it, I trusted them just as they trusted me. I would die and kill for them and it was no different for them.

I turned my attention to the silent one. “Ivan, will you bring me my tools, please?” I was going to get to have some fun after all. Maybe later I would even hire a few whores for everyone because I knew it would only be a matter of hours before I broke this man, they all broke under my hand. I was The Devil and it was my time to play. 

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Giveaway - win a $10 Amazon Gift Card


Fatal Truths, book 2 of Heroes of Olympus released a couple of weeks ago and I want to give back to my fabulous readers. <3

What do you have to do in order to enter to win?

Well, comment on this blog post and for even more kudos points - leave a review! :) <3

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So, what am I giving away? I'm giving away a $10.00 Amazon Gift Card to some lucky reader. I love my readers, that's why I'm always trying to give back to you all.

Now, I know you are asking what comments to make?

Tell me - who is your favorite Greek God and why?

Much love my darlings... April


ps... I'm working on final edits for book 3 right now. Hopefully it will be out in August or September with my fab publisher, Evernight Publishing


Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Fatal Truths, Heroes of Olympus 2


Heroes of Olympus, 2
Kasper St John was rock solid in her life. She grew up in a loving home, and her wonderful adoptive parents raised her to be a strong woman. She also knew any truth from the touch of another person's skin. 

Kasper’s world turned upside down after the deaths of her parents, even more so when she learned a man who worked for her father’s company was the reason for their deaths. 

James Ashton and Victor Dudayev served with each other for a number of years, and their training as Scions on Mount Olympus took their friendship to a higher level. They had always been close but something clicked when they were on Olympus and they knew one day they would share a woman, a woman that would be their forever. 

When they meet Kasper they know she's that woman. They'll do whatever it takes to make sure she's safe from those that want her dead, if she doesn't beat them to it. With help from the other Heroes of Olympus, and perhaps a little nudge of help from the Gods, they might just get their happily ever after.
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), BDSM, anal sex, double penetration, spanking, sex toys
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Excerpt: 
Ares made his way toward his men, the Scions and protectors of the Descendants. These men were all specially trained military men before he’d gotten his hands on them. Now, after having trained in the halls of Olympus, they were the Heroes of Olympus. Deadly, powerful men whose very DNA had been changed by spending time in the Heavens.
Ares needed to explain their next case, a case that they were already aware of, since they had just attended the funeral of the woman’s adoptive parents’ weeks earlier. Ares took a deep breath before he addressed the men. “I need to talk to you about the funeral you all attended more than two weeks ago.”
Camilla spoke. “You mean the one where the daughter was smiling when she was getting into her limo? From what I hear from the boys, that man was a hero, and his wife was as close to a freaking saint as possible, so why was the daughter smiling? Did she kill them? Are you sending the guys to take her in?”
Ares could see that they all believed Camilla. Not good. That wasn’t at all what he had been thinking they would ask. He never would have thought that anyone would believe that Kasper St. John was a bad person or a person who would want her parents dead. Then again, no one really knew her the way that Artemis and Ares did.
“No,” he said with a sigh. “I’m sending you in to protect her. There have been several attempts on her life. She’s Apollo’s descendant. Kasper is actually a very good person, but I know you, Cam, and I know that you’ll have to see that for yourself.”
Camilla snorted. “Of course. He’s a womanizer and an ass, so of course she would be his.”
Ares laughed. “That’s my girl,” he said with a wink. “But he’s not like the myths state. One day, you’ll meet him and understand. Oh, and just so you know, Artemis will be around more often. She has been the one watching over Kasper, and she’s rather attached to her, so don’t be surprised if she drops in from time to time.”
“Great.” Camilla rolled her eyes. “I love you, Uncle A, but seriously?” She grumbled. “Okay. Fine. Whatever. So are you going to give us all the details on this girl?” Clearly, Camilla didn’t like Kasper, but she would soon learn what a gentle soul the girl was.
He looked to the men. “Do any of you have questions?” He wondered which of these men were Kasper’s—he knew it wasn’t either Mikhail or Gareth, which reminded him he needed to speak to Mikhail alone. Mikhail needed to know he was going in to save his half-sister.
“We’re going to need to have full specifications on her house, office, those around her, both relations and otherwise,” Gareth said. “Every single detail about her life from the moment she was born.” Gareth frowned at Ares and then his gaze cut to Mikhail, back to Ares, and narrowed more. The man didn’t ask the question on his mind, though.
“Every part of her life will be on your desks in the war room. Blueprints to her home, as well as all security codes, are in there as well.” Ares looked to Mikhail. “She isn’t what you’re all thinking. She’s not the smiling heiress who’s happy her parents are gone. You’ll be surprised at what she was actually smiling at.” Ares paused before saying, “Kasper smiled because she saw the love Camilla has for Mikhail and Gareth and was in awe of that love. It gave her hope for humanity.” He saw the looks of surprise on the faces of everyone present and nodded. “Exactly. Now, what other questions do you have?”
“Until we go through the intel, none,” Gareth spoke again. “Guys, let’s get working on what Ares has given us. We need to be ahead of the curve on this one, and quickly.” He moved toward Mikhail and lifted a brow. Mik gave a small nod without taking his eyes off Ares.
When the others were gone, Mikhail addressed Ares. “What the fuck didn’t you say in front of the others?”
“We should go for drinks. Where would you like to go?” Ares asked, watching the tick in Mikhail’s jaw. “We at least need to have a seat, because what I have to say is going to knock you on your ass. Trust me on that.”
“There’s a pub three klicks from here. It’ll do,” Mik said with a definite growl to his voice. Ares knew the man hated being put off. Saw evasiveness to be a weakness. Ares was waiting because he didn’t think Mik would want anyone to overhear their conversation. At least not before the man could process it himself.
“Then hold onto your shit.” Ares lay a hand on the man’s shoulder. Soon, they appeared in the pub without anyone being the wiser. Taking a seat at a table in the rear of the bar, Ares said, “Order a drink, and when the waitress is gone, I will tell you.” Ares leaned back, raising his hand to get the waitress’ attention. “Trust me, you will want it. Hell, I want one, too.”
Mikhail ordered a double Scotch neat—top shelf, of course. He looked at Ares as if daring him to deny Mik the pricy beverage. One hand rested on the table. Other than his eyes, Mik sat perfectly still. The man reminded Ares of a predator waiting to attack.


Sunday, July 9, 2017

#SixSentenceSunday with Lost Faith

#SixSentenceSunday



“Scout said the girl made a call, to a friend, he’s guessing. Another female picked her up. Yeah, see them. We’re on their tail now. Fucking can’t believe we’re tailing someone out of this damn forest,” he grumbled.

“Where are they going?” Tobias demanded.



About Lost Faith: 


Gabriella Moreno was just a job, in and out to gain the objective, the death of her father. She turned out to be far more than that to Tobias Casey, however, from the moment he laid his hands on her too hot for words body.

Gabriella had just come home from a two-year stint abroad. The first night home she snuck out, never dreaming for even a moment anyone would be stupid enough to take her. Boy, was she wrong.

Faced with brutal truths, Gabbie followed her gut, and her heart, which, it seemed, all led to one place, Tobias. The heat of her homeland was nothing compared to the touch of this man. In his arms, she found something she had craved all her life, the other half of her soul.

Yet, how can she ignore the fact that the man who owns her heart is also the man who wants to take the last of her family?


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Monday, July 3, 2017

Lost Faith by April Zyon

About Lost Faith: 


Gabriella Moreno was just a job, in and out to gain the objective, the death of her father. She turned out to be far more than that to Tobias Casey, however, from the moment he laid his hands on her too hot for words body.

Gabriella had just come home from a two-year stint abroad. The first night home she snuck out, never dreaming for even a moment anyone would be stupid enough to take her. Boy, was she wrong.

Faced with brutal truths, Gabbie followed her gut, and her heart, which, it seemed, all led to one place, Tobias. The heat of her homeland was nothing compared to the touch of this man. In his arms, she found something she had craved all her life, the other half of her soul.

Yet, how can she ignore the fact that the man who owns her heart is also the man who wants to take the last of her family?

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Teaser


Another day, another dollar. Only these days, Tobias and his team were getting paid a hell of a lot more than they had been in the military. Now they could set their own fees for doing the jobs that no one else wanted to do, or maybe couldn’t do, since they did on rare occasion work for their government’s shadier sectors. But there was no oversight, no backseat driving, and they paid big to get shit done.
Their current operation was one they’d been working on for nearly three weeks now with no success. The first week had been recon, getting oriented, and making sure they had their exits memorized for when they achieved their strike.
The only thing was, as they’d discovered during week two, the target they were after didn’t ever leave his super secure compound. Not that Tobias could blame the guy. Their target was a dictator, an arms dealer, a drug dealer, and a mass murderer. There were people worldwide hoping that Tobias’ team finally managed to do what no one else had to date.
Now it was week three and they were still watching the compound to figure out their way in. Or as Tobias was beginning to believe would be easier, how to get the asshole to come out. They’d tried forty different ways to infiltrate the compound. None had worked. Which actually made sense, given the target, Juan Moreno, or Senor X as they referred to him over com, had hired himself an ex-Special Forces soldier to be the head of his security. Tran Quan was American born but had ties to the Yakuza. Extra weight to be brought to bear should it be requested.
Taking a small drink from his canteen, Tobias ignored the sweat trickling down his spine. His attention was locked on a small group of vehicles approaching the compound. Binoculars up, he brought the lead car into focus and easily recognized one of Moreno’s drivers.  His attention moving to the second car, he was surprised to see Quan in the front passenger seat. The man was normally glued to Moreno’s side so to see him out without Moreno… this was big.
“Ripper, we have four cars approaching the compound. I need to know who exits the second car once they stop inside. Get pictures.”
“Roger that, Rogue.”
Ripper and Cherry were up on the mountain using some seriously high-powered tools to stare down into the compound. Their position was treacherous since they were, literally, dangling off the face of that mountain. One wrong move and they’d be headed straight down toward death.
“They’re turning toward the gate now. Not stopping either, they’ve been waved right through,” Tobias reported. The gates slid shut but not before he spotted a slender leg wearing a dainty shoe at the end slipping out of the door being opened by a guard. Instantly, he felt his gut clench in need to see the body went with that limb.
A soft whistle came through the com. “Damn, she’s fucking hot. Think she’s banging senor X?” Herc asked.
“Too young for him, you oaf,” Cherry said.
“Like that would stop the old fucker. We all know he doesn’t care about age. One of the reasons why we’re here to see him shot,” Herc told her. “Personally, it’s my only reason to see his head explode under the impact of my bullet.”
“Cut the chatter. Tell me you have photos for everyone that came in those vehicles.”
“Confirmed,” Ripper said.
“Good, get your asses down from there. Scout will be here to relieve me soon, then we need to get back and review everything.” Tobias was hopeful that somewhere in those photos he might find a way to pull Moreno away from his security blanket.

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“It’s his daughter, Gabriella Moreno.” Rainer said. His words had everyone’s attention. Tobias couldn’t figure out who was more shocked. Turning in his seat Rainer shook his head. “I had to dig, and dig deep. The old man has her buried.”
“Makes sense,” Winston muttered. “She’s his Achilles.”
He was right. “We need to keep eyes on her. If we get the opportunity, she’ll be the one we grab. I have a feeling that even with all his enemies gunning for him, he’ll do anything to protect her.” All they had to do was get their hands on her and use her to bait Senor X.
Picking up the picture Rainer had printed out Tobias stared at it. It wasn’t a shot from the compound but one he’d pulled from social media. Gabriella had her head tipped back, laughing at something or someone. She looked carefree and totally at ease. Young, too.
The young woman was just over five foot three inches but those come fuck me heels made her closer to five feet seven, she was thin but not waiflike like so many of the women today. Her hair however, was a riot of auburn red curls that seemed to have a mind of their own, and she didn’t bother trying to tame them. Which said something about the woman herself. She might not have the largest breasts that he had seen in his life but hers seemed to work her body perfectly, like a perfect handful, that distracted him completely.
“We need everything on her from birth until the moment she went through those gates, Rainer. Leave no stone unturned. I think we’ve just found our hot button for daddy Moreno. We grab her and he’ll deliver himself right to us.”
“You sure you want to do that, boss?” Cherilyn asked. At his sharp look, she held up her hands. “I’m down with it, but even if she does leave the compound, you know she’ll have a taskforce worth of guards with her. No way is Moreno letting her out in this country without protection up the ass.”
“And we’ll be ready for that. Our best shot will be if she goes into the city. It’ll allow us to blend in and when the time’s right, grab her up.” At Cherilyn’s snort, Tobias turned a glare on her. “What?”
“Dude, no offense or nothing, but you do not blend.”
Rainer was shaking his head. “I have to agree with her, boss. You tend to stick out.”
“I can blend just fine, I’ll have you know.”
“You keep thinking that. In the meantime, I think I’ll update the other boys and we can add their hilarity to the vote count against you.” Cherilyn patted his chest, walked past, and promptly burst out in laughter.
“I can and will fire your ass,” Tobias called after her.
“No, you won’t,” she bellowed back.
No, he wouldn’t, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t think about it, in great detail.



Sunday, July 2, 2017

Six Sentence Sunday from Alaska's Snowy Mate





A tantalizing tease from Alaska's Snowy Mate by April Zyon. This is currently on Amazon for only 99 cents or if you are a Kindle unlimited reader, FREE!

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That perked Blaze up, Drake noticed. “Maybe she’s it. Maybe that’s why my bear is huffing and puffing. Come on, let’s go.”

Drake snorted. “Just get your shit. We need to be gone five minutes ago.”

Drake couldn’t stay any longer. He walked out of the lodge to the sounds of his men preparing. He got the sleds ready as well as the large snow cat that he would have Oliver drive. Thankfully Adam was already in the air and headed toward the mountain.

When Blaze and Oliver walked out Drake was on one of the sleds. “Oliver, take the snow cat. Blaze, take the other ski sled. Let’s get going. We’re losing light as we stand here. OnStar’s reporting moans, but they still haven’t received a response otherwise. Adam is in the air and will let us know as soon as he has eyes on.”

“You sent him out in without me?” Blaze asked, stopping dead in his tracks.


“The fuck? Do you think I’m stupid? Of course, I did.” Drake grumbled and smacked the back of Blaze’s head as they all got started with their heavy winter gear on. 



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Alaska's Snowy Mate


Christmas is looking rather bleak for recent divorcee, Alaska. Spending her vacation with her family will truly test the limits of her sanity, but she’s determined to push through and get some killer slope time in the snowy mountains.

Drake is looking forward to spending the holiday season hunkered down with his polar bear clan, rest and recouping from his constant training for the Olympics. When he and his clan-mates are called out on a dangerous search and rescue mission he never dreamed he’d come face to face with his fated mate.

Saving Alaska from her car was only the beginning, and the pair find themselves in a dangerous cat and mouse game with someone determined to kill her. Is it Alaska’s Snowy Fate to find Drake and fall in love, only to die in the process?

***Formerly part of the Snowy Knights Anthology - No significant changes have been made to the story.***

This is a sweet romance with a small bit of steam included, it of course has a HEA even though it is a short story.





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Saturday, July 1, 2017

Break Me by Elyzabeth M Valey




The monster lay dormant, until it saw her...

Every few years, the beast within Grisha Vasiliev rouses, clamoring for blood. When he sees Ayla Clark dancing, her movements exuding grace, passion and joy, he knows he must have her.

Grisha kidnaps Ayla expecting the usual: resistance, tears, pleas for mercy. But when Ayla breaks the mold, his whole world spirals out of control and feelings he thought he could never have again resurface.

He thought she was perfect, but she’s the broken doll on the shelf.

The last thing Ayla Clark remembers is celebrating her performance as Giselle and flirting with the handsome Grisha Vasiliev, the owner of one of the most prestigious ballet companies in the country. Now, she’s tied up and at his mercy, begging for more of his attention, while fighting to keep her own secrets buried in the dark.

Be Warned: BDSM, knife play, whipping

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Excerpt:
Ayla turned on her heel and raced out the door. Her bare feet slapped against the cool floor almost painfully. The glass shard cut into her hand but she didn’t dare release it yet. Lights blinked on as she ran down the hall and up a set of stairs. Tripping, she dropped her primitive weapon.
“Fuck.”
She didn’t stop to pick it up but continued until the top. She clutched her stomach. It couldn’t be. A thick metal door loomed before her. She lunged at it, screaming and crying, shouting for help, but it didn’t budge.
“Please,” she whimpered.
 “You’re going to hurt yourself. The door is pure steel, locked with a key and an electronic panel.”
She spun to face Grisha. He stood a few steps behind her, arms crossed over his chest, eyes gleaming with predatory intent. Her shoulders slumped. A lump formed in her throat.
“No. Please, Grisha. Let me go.”
 “I can’t do that.”
“Why? You’re rich, powerful. You can have anything you want. Why?” she insisted. “I swear I won’t say anything. This never happened.”
“That isn’t the way this works, sweetheart.”
“Please, Grisha.”
Her knees gave out and she slid to the floor. Her head spun. None of this made any sense. Grisha towered over her. Tears gathered behind her lids. She inched forward, hugging his left leg.
“I beg you.” 
Grisha lay his hand on her head. She looked up at him. The power of his gaze undid the well of emotions within her. She would never get out of here. Sobs racked her body. She clung to him, beseeching him.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
He settled on the floor next to her and pulled her onto his lap. Ayla’s arms wrapped around his neck naturally. He caressed her back in soothing circles. She burrowed her face into the collar of his shirt, his fresh, woodsy essence entering her system. Familiar. Welcoming. Slowly, her tears ebbed replaced by confusion. Why did he comfort her?
“What are you going to do to me?” she whispered.
He caught her chin. His gaze danced over her face for an instant. His brow furrowed. The blue in his eyes darkened to midnight depths. Then his lips were on her, pressing, claiming, sparking her body alive. Her brain shut down. His tongue met hers and she opened up, eager to taste more. He demanded and she willingly gave.
Ayla was his to do as he pleased. His hands touched her everywhere, leaving behind a trail of burning need. Liquid gathered at the apex between her thighs. Her clit throbbed.
Grisha cupped her swollen breast, squeezing the turgid nub between his fingers. She moaned. He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth, hungrily sucking. She arched, whimpering. His heavy hand slid across her thigh to her pussy. Relentless fingers probed her entrance.
“You’re soaked.” He groaned.
She turned her head, embarrassed. Grisha thrust a digit into her. Ayla sucked in air.
“You like this. You want this,” he said, his voice husky and gritty.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You enjoy this,” he whispered, pushing another finger into her, slowly pumping them. She mewled.
“My sweet little dancer wants my cock in her cunt, doesn’t she?”
She shook her head.
“No? That’s not what this tells me.” He curled his finger across her G-spot and began to massage it. She shook from head to toe.
“Please.”
“What is it, sweetheart? Want more?”
Three fingers rubbed her. The pressure increased. Ayla threw back her head. Her hips swayed involuntarily. His strokes turned quick and short. Sweat trickled down her back.
“Grisha,” she panted.
“You’re going to come for me, Ayla, and you’re going to do it now.”




About Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after.  From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love. 

When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends.  

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