So participating in the second anniversary of Naughty Nights Press being a HOT publishing company. I was lucky enough to be one of the first authors to be included in the family. I thought I’d bring you a sizzling excerpt of the first book in were-tiger trilogy – one that just might scare…you…to…death. Don’t forget to join the rest of the folks involved and I hope you enjoy.
BAD THINGS – HUNGER
In the conservative southern town of Charlestown South Carolina no one knew what was hiding in plain sight. Bad Things was not only a highly kinky sexuality training facility catering to the upper echelon of bible thumping politicians but was run by a woman most would consider to be a monster. Anastasia Lucard was a tough taskmaster in business and in pleasure. A well-respected Dominatrix she indulged in the practice of owning two slaves who catered to her erotic prowess as well as those of her clientele. She was also a very powerful and dangerous Were-Tiger poised to take over her family’s legacy.
Healing Souls was a well-respected religious group run by a savvy man who had his sights set on the Whitehouse. Determined to rid the city of vermin such as Bad Things, Christian Sowers made no bones about the fact he was going to destroy Anastasia and all she stood for but he held secrets close to his heart. Unfortunately he underestimated her Pride and their need to keep humans in check. What no one knew was that an ancient group — believed to be direct descendants of the Devil were ready to take back their rightful claim and control of the city no matter the cost of human lives. As a series of horrendous mutilations put the city on notice of the evil swirling around them only Anastasia could stop the slaughters. Unfortunately a series of lies and deceit brought the two factions together in a way that could destroy all they knew. As a mystery slowly began to unfold more lives were lost and Anastasia was forced to face a dark horror kept from her for years.
I will hunt you down and finish what I started and this time you will die.
Anastasia Lucard’s breath caught as she stood glaring at the elevator, her hands shaking. This was the second time in as many days she’d heard the words. But had she really heard them? Turning her head slowly, she scanned the almost empty foyer of the steel office building as a trickle of fear raced down her back. It wasn’t like her at all to be terrified of ghosts but this one was back with a vengeance and ready to take her on until she and her kind were forced into oblivion.
She inched toward the bank of elevators and could swear she heard a dark chuckle from behind her. As she emitted a low growl she could feel her beast rise to the surface. Now wasn’t the time to lose control with several clients still in the upper chambers. Still, she was tired of being followed and being taunted. Her heels clipping on the marble floor she strode toward the elevator, slapping her hand on the up button. She tried to put the pieces together and had a distinct feeling she knew why this was happening now, but she was more than weary of fighting her nightmares and the damning visions, which seemed to haunt her every day. This was no way to live. Out of the corner of her eye a lone figure grabbed her attention. Anastasia stole a glance and had to admire the sexy man who gave her a smile and a silent nod before heading out into the darkened night. Recognition set in that she’d seen him before. “Tall, tanned and handsome” must work in the building. Then again, there were several tenants, though none nearly as stunning. Why did seeing him unnerve her?
Come on. Hurry the hell up. Willing the elevator wasn’t going to do the trick. She contemplated using the stairs but refused to allow irrational fears to overwhelm her. After all, she was a creature of the night. Chuckling, she heard the ping of the elevator and for a moment could envision the sensuous creature at her beck and call. Her lurid thoughts of fucking him hard gave her a shiver.
Stepping inside the steel box she eased against the back wall, the cool comfort of the wood paneling allowing her to exhale. Unfortunately she knew she was going have to face her ugly demons soon enough but she was terrified of the end. Swallowing hard, Anastasia brushed her hands through her damp hair and stepped off the elevator into the quiet of no activity. Her firm took up the entire floor and the unassuming entrance indicated nothing provocative went on behind the closed doors. Bad Things hid in plain sight.
Oh what the good people of Charleston, South Carolina didn’t know wouldn’t drag them into the fiery pits of hell. Right? Licking her lips she pulled out her keys and was determined to finish out the night with a smile on her face –— even if it killed her. Entering the facility, she could hear the soft strains of Spanish guitar coming from the speaker system located in the main salon. Anastasia tossed her things into her office and thought about the guest list for the evening. Senator Pyle was among the top of the who’s who of the rich and famous venturing through her hallowed doors. Usually she maintained a low profile but given the recent turn of events with some veiled threats, she knew it was a good idea to make sure the powerful politician was aware that she controlled his destiny. Whether or not he liked the fact simply didn’t enter into the equation.
Fluffing her hair, she tugged down her zipper exposing more of her breasts and headed for the man’s favorite room, the dungeon. As she checked her watch she knew he was probably just finished being flogged. And who was the Senator’s choice of employees to flog and fuck him? Kristoff Chenault, her personal man slave and current lover. He was also a member of the Pride but that was another nasty little secret the town didn’t know. How could they ever sleep at night if they realized an entire Pride of Were-Tigers lived in town and some were more than ready to snack on humans?
Anastasia opened the door and smiled. Eyeing Kristoff with the whip in his hand gave her pause. She loved the way the man wielded a long, leather strap. Then again, she loved almost everything about him.
“Oooohhhh! Yyyyeeessss… God… oh God.” The overweight man was shackled to the “X” cross, his back and legs marked with red and purple welts. Panting, his scattered moans were doing nothing but fueling Kristoff.
Slap! Whoosh! Crack!
“I see he’s been a very bad boy tonight,” Anastasia cooed as she folded her arms and flanked Kristoff’s side. The rough-hewn blond was formidable, alluded sexuality and was one of her most sought after employees. For some reason men and women alike craved being flogged and used by the hulking man. Perhaps it was his brawn or simply his thick cock. Inhaling the aroma of both men she smiled. “Senator Pyle, I’m sure you’ve now paid your debt and realized the error of your mischievous ways?”
“You have no idea,” Kristoff stated as he cracked the whip across the floor.
Senator Pyle shivered and sucked in his breath. “I…oh Mistress, I so needed this.” His voice ragged, the sound of his chains scraping against the buckles of the cross mixed with the crackle of the leather and the effect was enough to force a bubble of saliva from his mouth.
“Yes, I can see you do.” Anastasia rubbed her hand down the length of the man’s spine and cooed. Slipping her finger down the crack of his large ass she winked at Kristoff. “I think he’s had enough and ready for what only you can give him.” Easing her finger just inside Senator Pyle’s dark hole, she wiggled the long digit back and forth. Taking her other hand she slipped it between his legs and cupped his already hard cock, stroking up and down. It was her way of reminding him not only why he’d come to Bad Things in the first place but also that she had his career, his future and his balls in the palm of her hand. “Yes, he’s more than ready.”
“Oooohhhh…” the Senator grunted as he clenched his eyes shut. Beads of perspiration trickled down the side of his reddened face.
The second in the trilogy – HOT OFF the presses
BAD THINGS – STALK
Do creatures rule the world, living amongst us as they grow in strength in an effort to enslave humans?
Humanity for the citizens in Charleston South Carolina was all but over. The Crimson moon waning, the devil himself had returned to take back control of the earth and all creatures were required to obey. Only one human woman could save what had no chance of being saved — if the members of the Pride were able to find her. For Anastasia Lucard, the new leader of the oldest and most revered were-tiger Pride in the world, the loss of one so precious threw her into a heightened stage of rage and damning hunger. Determined to locate her before it was too late, Anastasia entered into a life ending war involving humans and beasts alike. As the bloody battle ensued, she had only one man to turn to and his very humanity kept her sane as brutal murders raced through the ancient city.
Trenton Parker was succumbing to the savage beast he had no understanding of how to control. As the realization of what he truly was settled in, he fought his heritage, desperate to find his way. Caught between a world of good versus evil, he’s torn as he searches for answers. With the ancient curse of his kind snapping at his heels, he creates a plan, one that could cost him his life and damn his soul for all eternity. Could his desire conquer the blackness enshrouding the city before the final turn or would he lose the most precious gift known – love?
One decision proved too costly…
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