Today I’m at Love Romance Passion — again.  This time I’m discussing fantasy in real terms.  I was there first and now I’m there last.  This is the last stop on the double book tour for Mia’s Return and Sera’s Gift, and we’re kicking our heels back and the chat has evolved into a discussion about up-coming fantasy movies — Harry Potter, Vlad the Impaler, a possible fourth Underworld (would they dare????).

Come join us and be in the running for a copy of Beth’s Acceptance.

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Ten years ago Alexander hungered for Mia Menendez and for a single day they had indulged that passion before tragedy struck. Now Mia is back, but she thinks Alexander died ten years ago, and no man has been able to stir her heart since. The truth could kill her.

Wyatt Whitacker, demon hunter, hates Alexander and all his kind.  But one look at Mia and her pulse-stopping curves and his scarred, angry heart begins to melt and his body to rouse in ways he’s long forgotten.

The bonding has begun…

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Sera arrives in New York to help Lindál, but a vampeen attack brings her face to face with two men and changes her life forever.

Diego Savage lives up to his name.  Cynical, rebellious and a womanizer, he doesn’t believe in the trinities at all. Only a handful of people know the truth about his scarred heart and terrible past, and it would take a miracle for him to change.  A miracle, or someone like Sera with her special gift.

Blake Harvey, dedicated NYC police lieutenant, takes one look at the tall, supple woman with the crystal blue eyes and glowing skin and knows his life is about to change in ways he can’t even define, but his body is already responding to with a power that is hard to deny.

The bonding has begun…

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Big B and I invade the town of Breckinridge this Sunday to play the Dew Tour wrap up party for all the pro bros.   Breck is usually a shit show so I am sure this is going to be a super fun night.  If you out in summit come party with us.   Super pro MFM will be on the decks holding down the party before and after out set.  Kapow!

tied up, blind folded, and at the mercy of another.

in his mouth, a ball gag, placed there to stifle any arguments that might arise.

he promised me total comtrol.

100% submission, and he is a man of his word.

and i planned to use that fact to get exactly what i want from him.

trailing my fingers over his ribs, and down the back of his thighs, i ask him if he is comfortable.

his reply is muffled,but it doesn’t matter.

there are no safety words tonight.

i retreated into the bathroom, to finish my preparations.

leaving him on his hands and knees tied to the bed, wondering what i was going to do.

5 minutes later, i emerge. humming a little tune.

i stand in front of him and remove the blindfold.

i enjoy the look of fear on his face as he takes in the 7 inch dildo i have fastened to my hips.

i look into his eyes and say, ‘it’s time’

Ang the Sweltering Celt always comes up with good ones, and this week is no different!

He has her pinned. Big, square, hard hands clamped on her wrists, stretching them above her head and holding them against the wall; long, streamlined torso pressing against hers so that every rivet and buckle of his harness digs into her hips. His tongue trails up along the veins of her neck and over her jaw as her breath gushes out from between parted lips, tickling his ear.

Slowly her eyes open, revealing a devilish twinkle as her lips curve into an equally mischievous grin. Lightning fast, her leg sweeps out behind his ankles, knocking his feet from under him. Twisting deftly, she uses his unwavering grip on her wrists to turn him around, pinning him to the warm spot her body had left on the wall. Leaning close, she shifts a thigh between his legs to press his big cock achingly against his little one. He groans, his hands going slack on her wrists. Her lips slowly trace the curve of his ear, teeth closing teasingly over the lobe before her voice comes whispering out and into his head:

“Who’s your daddy now?”

Well, I must say it’s a first — I’ve never had my books described as eye-burners before.

A lovely review from Susi at The Geeky Bookworm for Mia’s Return:

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“Steamy is not enough to describe this book, the words burn your eyes. Very hawt read it is and so good for my hormones.

The story in this book brings us a few revelations concerning the bad guys but leaves enough out to keep your interest. The story is fast paced, a bit rushed at some points but it totally suits the book.

Enjoyed this one and can’t wait to read what happens in book 3- Sera’s Gift.”

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Click here for the full review.

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Why I cant embed this vimeo video in this site???? grrrrrr

I’m guest blogging on Alternative Read.com today and talking about my Ellora’s Cave erotic urban fantasy, Mia’s Return, the second in the Destiny’s Trinities series.  I’ll also be giving away a copy of the first in the series, Beth’s Acceptance.

I just got a lovely review of Mia’s Return from Alternative Read today:

“Having read the first book I had some expectations of the second that were fulfilled in spades. I adored the tenacity with which Mia sought and found her man, the vivid scenes Ms. Ceagh painted so descriptively, but it was the bonding of the males that intrigued me the most. I must say this was a nicely rounded tale full of some very steamy lovemaking (notice I didn’t label it sex?) and I’m anxious to get the next installment as well as curious to see who the next victims are.”

–Witchgiggles – Alternative Read.com

Plus they’re chatting about it on Twitter, so come and join in, I’m feeling very chatty.

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Ten years ago Alexander hungered for Mia Menendez and for a single day they had indulged that passion before tragedy struck. Now Mia is back, but she thinks Alexander died ten years ago, and no man has been able to stir her heart since. The truth could kill her.

Wyatt Whitacker, demon hunter, hates Alexander and all his kind.  But one look at Mia and her pulse-stopping curves and his scarred, angry heart begins to melt and his body to rouse in ways he’s long forgotten.

The bonding has begun…

I got my official release date for Kiss Across Time yesterday.  May 4, 2010.  Just under six months away.

I guess that’s the drawback for writing for a house series.  Everyone gets pooled together at the speed of the slowest common denominator.  I have a feeling I’ll have other titles coming out between now and then.

Anyway, I thought I’d celebrate by splurging with an excerpt, as they seem to be well received by everyone.

But first the blurb, of course!

Taylor Yates just got fired from her university for insisting that the 5^th Century British poet and playwright, Inigo Domhnall, existed. When she hears the poet’s lyrics in a death metal song, she engineers a meeting with the dark-eyed, dark-haired lead singer, Brody Gallagher. An unintended kiss sends them spinning back to the poet’s time, when Saxons were pillaging King Arthur’s Britain, and a warrior expects a proper farewell from his woman before he sets off for war.

Brody’s all for kissing her again.  More, he’d like her to try kissing his friend and lover, Veris, just to see what will happen.  His blond, tall, blue-eyed Saxon friend Veris.

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Excerpt

The bathroom door opened and the singer stepped out, wrapping a silky-looking bathrobe around him. He halted when he saw her, his eyes narrowing.

“It was you,” he said flatly.

Her heart squeezed. It was him. Breandán. In the vision, dream, whatever it was that she’d had when this Brody had kissed her. Long hair and everything.

“You even have a scar on your chest,” she said and lifted her hand to touch, just under her own left breast. “Just like Breandán did.”

His eyes widened. “Jesus,” he breathed.

After a second or two he stirred. “I guess I don’t have to ask if you experienced what I did out there, then.”

She licked her lips. “That isn’t…usual, then?”

He gave a low laugh. “God no!” He lifted a hand to her face but hesitated just before he touched it. “May I?”

She appreciated his sensitivity. “Yes.”

His thumb stroked her cheekbone. “Your name is not really Toiréasa, is it?” His voice was low.

She shivered. He’d been there. He’d really been there with her.

“Taylor,” she said.

“I want to kiss you again, Taylor. I want to see what happens this time.”

She focused on his full lips and she remembered him sliding his cock into her. Even though it had been a dream or a vision, or whatever it had been, she recalled it like it had actually happened. She could feel it. Her clit throbbed.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Curiously, she believed him. She nodded.

His mouth touched hers hesitantly and she knew there was a pocket of fear in him too. Then his lips grew firmer, more demanding and his tongue thrust into her mouth. She forgot about visions and daydreams and simply enjoyed the kiss. Brody was a damn fine kisser and she hadn’t been kissed in a long, long time. She threw herself into the kiss, letting herself be seduced by its power. She pressed up against him, enjoying the pleasure of simply being held by a man, the scent of a man. She wound her arms about his neck and rubbed herself against him with a soft little moan.

He gasped and lifted his head up, looking at her. “No visions,” he said softly. “But both of us experienced it, the first time.”

“Yes,” she agreed. Then she realized that she was draped against him. Worse, his cock was beating between them, signaling his arousal in the most obvious way.

She tried to stand up but he held her still. “Wait,” he said. “There’s no rush, is there?” His hand was stroking the back of her thigh, making it quiver.

“I have to go home.” She tried to make it sound convincing. But she really wanted to stay right where she was and continue kissing him. She had no idea who he was. She didn’t even know his last name. But she already knew what his cock looked like and what it felt like to fuck him. And if the vision they had shared had any sort of truth in it, he had loved her once.

Before she had been fired two days ago, Taylor had been within half an inch of being a history professor. She hadn’t believed in past lives and all that sort of bullshit. But right now she was willing to grasp it in order to give herself enough justification just to fuck the brains out of this man because kissing him felt so damn good. But that wouldn’t make her feel any better tomorrow morning.

She bit her lip. “I can’t stay,” she said regretfully. “I would love to. I would. But that isn’t a good enough reason.”

Brody held up his hand. “Before you go,” he said. “Would you do me one small favor?”

She stepped away from him. “It depends.”

“I want you to kiss my friend. I want to see if it works on him.”

Taylor laughed. “Why on earth would it?” Then something in Brody’s expression registered on her. “Oh…he’s your lover, isn’t he?”

Brody lifted a brow.

“A very long-term lover,” Taylor concluded with growing wonder. She tilted her head to study him. “What is his name?”

“Most people call me Veris, because they can’t pronounce my real name.”

She whirled around to face the voice.

He was sitting on the arm of the chair where the suit jacket had been a few moments before. Blond hair, blue eyes, six foot two inches of self-assured, very broad-shouldered male.

“You!” She struggled for the name. “Dr. Gerhardsson. You consulted with me last week, about the Domhnall plays.”

“Jesus, you son of a bitch,” Brody said behind her. “You went and did it after all.”

Veris smiled. “I did.”

Brody brushed past Taylor and threw himself into the lounge chair. He looked at Taylor. “You’re a history professor?”

“I nearly was,” she said flatly.

“You don’t look like one,” Brody commented.

“Neither does he,” she said, pointing at Veris. He was wearing leather pants and a sleeveless white cotton overshirt that made the most of the tanned, rounded caps of his shoulders and the bunches of muscles of his arms. Veris crossed his arms over his chest, which just seemed to multiply the amount of tanned muscle on display. His blue eyes twinkled.

Brody seemed more than mildly pissed about Veris’ consultation, which had been utterly professional in nature. Dr. V. Gerhardsson had not indicated by so much as an inch that he even recognized that Taylor was a woman.

Even so, Taylor had been left feeling edgy and weak-kneed after the evening consultation and had fallen into bed and indulged in a rare session of masturbation that featured Gerhardsson and his blue eyes and broad shoulders and various parts of his magnificent anatomy, over and over again.

Brody glared at Veris now. “I can see now why you came home in such a muck-sweat that night…the seventeenth, right?”

Taylor jumped. That was the night.

Veris just shrugged a little. No pride lost there. “I have no objections to kissing the lady now, if that’s what you want.” He smiled a little but his eyes were dancing with merriment.

Brody glared for a moment longer, then gave up. Taylor knew he had tabled the argument for later. He sat forward on the seat and spoke to Veris. “I told you what happened during the concert. I want to see if it happens to you when you kiss Taylor, because of our bond. If it does, then we’re going to have to tell Taylor.”

Veris glanced at Taylor. “And that won’t have tipped her off at all,” he said.

“Like consulting her about the Domhnall plays won’t have?” Brody shot back.

Veris grimaced. “I see your point.” He got to his feet and walked toward her and Taylor knew that the equivalent of a nuclear explosion would have to go off before she would move from the spot.

Veris stopped in front of her. “May I?” he asked. He seemed to tower over her five-foot-six frame, even with her spiked boots.

She thought her knees would give out. “Yes,” she said, her voice hoarse.

He slid his hand around her waist and the other under her hair. This close, his blue eyes were mesmerizing and she could feel her heart thundering. It hurt as it slammed against her chest. She gripped Veris’ shirt almost convulsively, suddenly afraid.

“It’s all right,” he whispered, his lips brushing hers, his breath fanning her. “I have you.”

He kissed her.

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So…what do you think? 

]]> http://tealceagh.com/2009/11/25/mias-return-is-out/ Wed, 25 Nov 2009 18:48:30 +0000 Teal Ceagh http://tealceagh.com/2009/11/25/mias-return-is-out/

It’s out!  It’s out!

It’s finally out!

Of the three books in this series, Mia’s Return edges out slightly ahead of the pack as my favorite.  Not huge amounts, just by a nose.  The others have their elements that endear them to me, but overall, Mia has…symmetry.  Which is unusual, because most authors always struggle with the middle book of a trilogy because of the famous saggy middle syndrome.

The emotional intensity and conflict in this one just fell into place and went “click” and the book wrote itself.  So much so that I sweated for two days to bring it down under the word count limit.

But it’s out.

It’s out!

Click here to read more about it on my site.

Click here to buy it.  (awww, come on, I have to do this, I’m a poor author!)

It’s part of the book tour, but I only found out less than 48 hours ago that the date was confirmed, so I’ve barely managed to get it up onto the book tour page and the guest post written…but I’m there, and it’s there, and if you’re reading this, this post is there, too.

So…deep breath, everything fell into place as it should.

I’m over at Love Romance Passion today, kicking off the first date of my double-header book tour.  Come and chat, and be in the running to win a copy of Beth’s Acceptance, and impress the hell out of Love Romance Passion with how many people actually come and chat with me, as this is my first time there.

I got a great review from Amber over at AmberKatz Book Blog today.  I’ll be guesting there on Sunday to talk about Mia’s Return, but she reviewed Beth’s Acceptance — this was a bit of a bonus, as I gave her the book just so she could keep up with the series in general as they’re so tightly entwined.

“Beth’s acceptance is just the right read to heat you up on a cold Winters night! The heat radiates from the story from start to finish and the bits in between come close to bringing the reader to melt down in delight. I am not a huge fan of erotic stories but this one really got my pulse going and the storyline kept me intrigued enough to read till the end.

The paranormal elements were well thought out and I am interested to see what happens in the next two books in this series. Luckily I have them waiting for me and I am already feeling the pull to check out the sequel Mia’s Return.

The Destiny’s Trinities are technically only novella’s with their size of 100 pages but with the vampires and other creatures filling the pages who cares? These are just the right size to curl up with when you need a little time alone and a little excitement.”

Click here for the full review.

One advantage about having the last two books in a series being released only thirteen days apart, is that you can combine a lot of things together, including promotion efforts.

I’ve spent the last couple of days pulling together a book tour that is combining the two books, and now I have a tour that looks pretty respectable.  I’ve added the page to the sidebar, but here’s a hot link to jump to it.

All the tour dates will have a giveaway of some sort on offer, and I’ve found some really cool new blogs this time around, including The Geeky Bookworm, and a couple of others that I’m waiting on confirmation of dates for.

And I thought Beth’s Acceptance, with it’s thirteen day’s notice, was a heart attack on a stick.    I’m starting to learn that life in the cave isn’t the slow paced type of existence they tend to paint of typical publishing.

I’m glad I”m just geeky enough to keep up.

The November newsletter has gone out.  Have you subscribed yet?  This month’s contest prize is a $10 Amazon Gift Certificate and a copy of Mia’s Return.  Not that I’m trying to bribe you or anything.  I don’t do things like that.    But you can only enter if you’re a subscriber.

The newsletter is also a handy way of being reminded of dates coming up for the month ahead, and other nice features like eye candy, which I’ll be introducing next month.

Send me an email and I’ll sign you up.  Painless and fun, promise.

Last week Ada posted a very hot Microfantasy Monday about @CelticFrog, the women who picks the themes. I promised her I’d write a response, but got busy studying and whatnot. She ordered me to write it, and gave me an extension when I was still busy. She ordered me to write one today after my midterm, but I um. Got the times mixed up and can now expect a punishment. *cough* Sooo before I get punished more:

I arrive home to find you cunningly tied to the bed, naked of course. I smile as I look you over and put my backpack down. You  smile up at me, eager and ready. I walk over to the desk and start to work… What? It’s not like you are going anywhere….

I considered adding a bit about a webcam and @CelticFrog, but Ada told me she didn’t see a webcam there in her mind, and I like how nice and elegant and simple it is like this….

Oh yes, I am still around, just…busy.

–The Kinky Geek

With thanks to Cathy M, a reader who alerted me to the fact, I found out yesterday that The Romance Studio gave Beth’s Acceptance a glorious 5 star review.  It’s wonderfull, full of pithy pull-quotes and phrases you just want to staple up all over the place.

On top of that, apparently, the review and the book are being voted on for…and I’m quoting: “the TRS 5 Heart Sweetheart review of the week selection”.

I’m still trying to find out what that is, exactly.  But apparently readers get to vote on it, and Cathy M already has.

Anyway, here’s all the shivery good stuff from the review itself:

“Ms. Ceagh has created a dark and delightfully erotic new series that sizzles in passionand crackles in danger, delivering suspense with an edge that will have readers eager for more. Beth’s Acceptance intertwines adventure and paranormal elements surrounded by a considerable depth of emotion and laced with a constantly increasing level of fire and sensuality that makes for a stunning story. The touches of humor the author adds to the plot and characters works wonderfully to lighten the mood and capture the reader’s heart just a little more. This talented author vividly uses descriptive details allowing the reader to easily call up the images as if they were watching a movie.

Beth, Luke, and Zachariah are wonderfully drawn, empathetic characters that are all from different worlds they are intriguing, honorable, intelligent, and deeply emotional. The plot magically seems to walk the reader through the bond these three must create in order to become a true trinity making the connection feel like a natural and deeply emotional one. The sexual escapades are a feast full of scorching hot pleasure, tender touches, daring and edgy play that will have the reader wickedly hooked to the pages. Warning — the ménage scenes do include M/M scenes but they are shown as a necessary part of the three-way bond.

Prepare to be dazzled by Beth’s Acceptance the first book in this explosive new series!”

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I’m sorry, I know after the last few weeks that I’m supposed to have learned that reviews are for readers, but it’s hard not to grin like the Cheshire Cat after reading that, and do Sally Fields all over again.  “You like me!  You really like me!”

Here’s where you’ll find the review in full.

Ang the Sweltering Celt came up with a good one this week: games. Here’s my contribution.

I lean over the board, the flickering light emanating from the fireplace dancing a merry jig across my skin. I run a fingertip down the strap and over the top rim of the cup of my black silk bra, feeling but not seeing her eyes tracking my every move.

I contemplate the square wooden tiles in front of me, mind racing, calculating, concluding. My hand moves from bra to board, arranging. I sit back, triumphant, only to meet her eyes and see the same victory in them, amplified by the smug quirk of her lips.

“That’s only seventeen, baby. Not enough to top my twenty-five. Off with that bra, honey.”

I grin. Lean forward again. Lift my G tile to reveal the pink box underneath.

“Double word score, baby.” As her eyes widen and her smirk fades into a surprised O, my eyes track down and settle on boxer briefs not doing much to hide leather harness and hard, smooth cock. “Let’s see what you’re packing.”

This time, I remembered to bring your dice: red precision dice with sharp corners so they’ll roll true. As you open the package, I say, “I think we should try them out – we never properly playtested Sex Twister yet.” “Mmmrrr,” you agree, and pull up http://Www.kermanenterprises.com/sexy.html . “I just so happened to bring my precision twenty sider,” I say, bringing out the blue die in question. “Ready?” “Roll it!”

The dice spin across the bedside table. Mine reads 8, yours is a 9. We consult the charts. “Right ball on left thigh,” you announce, shifting position accordingly.

Now we’re lying face to face, and decide you’ll roll both dice, since your right arm is free. I chuckle. “My left foot on your right nipple.” I fold my left leg over to achieve this without losing contact with your testicle. You roll again. “Your left foot on my chest. It’s practically there already,” you grumble. “You roll this time.” I stroke your chest with my foot as I roll.

My die reads 11, yours is 17. “Your anus on my right nipple,” you read off. “That’s just silly!” I laugh. “Have we done enough playtesting yet?”

Tags: MfM, games, Ada, ass, nipple, balls, smut, erotica, sexy happy fun time, dice

This is more of a memory than a typical fantasy.

Within a few months of meeting my future husband, I arranged my work schedule so I could have three to four days a week off. Since he lived 150 miles away, this allowed me to visit him for half the week.

During these visits we played games (among other things). One of these games was Magic: the Gathering, a collectible card game in which each player uses their cards to try to reduce the opponent’s life score from twenty to zero. Being horny, we soon began playing strip Magic. I forget the rules, but I suspect whoever lost a match lost a garment. Once naked, a player could then wager a forfeit, meaning the winner got the loser to perform a sexual favor. Now that’s the kind of game everyone wins!

Tags: Ada, MfM, games, Magic, MtG, Magic the Gathering, CCG, stripping

Be Careful What You Wish For…

When the original release date for Sera’s Gift was announced, I remember thinking, and even saying wistfully that it was a pity the release date wasn’t in December, because that would make the release dates for the three Destiny books a very symmetrical October-November-December,which appeals to my geeky anal sense of order.  Instead, the dates were — at that time, October – November – January.  Although, if you really sat there with a calendar and looked at the weeks apart, they were spread quite nicely.

So I’ve been working on setting up a virtual blog tour for Mia’s Return, and getting things rolling along, and just a few moment’s ago, heard from my editor.

They’ve changed the release date for Sera’s Gift.

December 9.

Eleven days after the release of Mia’s Return.   I’m barely going to have time to draw breath after the release Mia and I’m going to roll right back into the insanity of another book release.  Fun and games, baby!  Fun and games!  Who said the life of an author who wasn’t on the New York Times Best Seller List was boring?

It was pointed out that an excerpt for Sera’s Gift would be nice, and as it will be a while before the book will even show up on the upcoming pages at Ellora’s Cave, I thought I’d slip an excerpt onto the blog here…and maybe another one in a few weeks time.

But first the proper set up, to save you having to go look for it.

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Sera arrives in New York to help Lindál, but a vampeen attack brings her face to face with two men and changes her life forever.

Diego Savage lives up to his name.  Cynical, rebellious and a womanizer, he doesn’t believe in the trinities at all. Only a handful of people know the truth about his scarred heart and terrible past, and it would take a miracle for him to change.  A miracle, or someone like Sera with her special gift.

Blake Harvey, dedicated NYC police lieutenant, takes one look at the tall, supple woman with the crystal blue eyes and glowing skin and knows his life is about to change in ways he can’t even define, but his body is already responding to with a power that is hard to deny.

The bonding has begun…

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An Excerpt From: SERA’S GIFT

Copyright © TEAL CEAGH, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

Fair warning….this is absolutely R-rated, boys and girls.  If you don’t like it crisping the pages and kinking the corners, do not read on and don’t complain afterwards if you do.

Beth crept onto the roof just as dawn was breaking. In two years, she had grown far better at sneaking around. Despite her skill, she found she was staring at the sharp end of a crossbow as she emerged onto the open end of the roof and behind it, a pair of cool blue eyes. She let go of her knife and held up her hand. “It’s just me,” she said.

Lindál put down the crossbow. “Thought so,” he said sleepily and lay back down. He patted the quilt he had spread out on the tarred roof. “Join me.” He was wearing sweatpants so old they were nearly transparent with wear and washing and made him look endearingly human…especially as she could see a hint of his tight ass.

“What are you doing up here?” she asked.

“I couldn’t sleep. I needed fresh air.”

“In New York? There’s no such thing, especially in August.” She lay next to him on the quilt and put her knife down beside her. She plucked her nightgown away from her sweaty skin.

“You couldn’t sleep either,” Lindál guessed. He glanced at her, his blue eyes narrowing. “The full assembly today. You feel you have to account for yourself, don’t you?”

The Seaveth Prophecies had predicted the coming of the Grimoré and they had indeed arrived. She and the two trinities that had formed, along with the vampires and elves, had spent nearly two years now fighting Grimoré incursions into the human population, while trying to keep humans ignorant of the Grimoré, vampires, elves and the demon world the Grimoré regularly recruited to do their dirty work.

Beth had insisted that a third trinity would form and that the formation of three trinities would spell the doom of the Grimoré. But so far, the final trinity had shown no sign of appearing. It had been over a year since the formation of the second trinity and everyone’s faith in her belief in the power of the three trinities was beginning to wane as they took heavy losses and the power of the Grimoré steadily ground them down.

Lindál was watching her, measuring her expressions as she thought it through. “You owe no explanation, Seaveth,” he said quietly, using her formal name to remind her of her rank. Queen of the trinities and therefore commander of the armies of vampires and elves. “The prophecies were made eons ago. No one, not even you, can build a timetable around them.”

She slid her hand into his blond locks, tucking them back behind his ears and kissed him. “What would I do without you, Lindál?”

His blue eyes grew stormy and she caught her breath, for she knew that look from long experience. Her clit tingled.

“Without me,” Lindál murmured, his long fingers brushing over the thin straps of her nightgown, sliding them off her shoulders, “I imagine you’d still be serving beer in McGinty’s, with that vampire pining uselessly after you and never the courage to touch you.”

He flipped her on her back and straddled her and she caught her breath. “Oooh, you know Zack would have a piece of you if he heard you say that.”

Lindál gave a wicked smile. “But he’s not here and I am.” He reached over her head and picked up her knife and spun it on his palm like the hands on a clock face. It was an absent-minded movement of a man much used to handling a knife.

“You didn’t have the guts to touch me either, Lindál,” she reminded him and sucked in a breath as he used the knife blade to shred her gown right down the centre and spread it apart. He jabbed the knife into the tarmac by her head.

“But now I do,” he said and sucked the tip of her breast into his hot mouth. She grabbed at his head as silvery sparks of explosive pleasure ripped through her, straight to her already throbbing clitoris. Her pussy rippled, squeezing cream and preparing for him. What he was doing to her breast was such a wonderful sensation she would never tire of it. Her breath shortened.

She wound her leg over Lindál’s back, her heel pressing into his ass. It opened her up to him and she could feel the slickness between her legs, bathed by the air.

Lindál’s lips moved to her other breast and she moaned, her hips lifting. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Make me come. You know how hot what you’re doing makes me.”

“I know,” he agreed, his lips brushing against her breast. She could hear the laughter in his voice and the arousal. One of Lindál’s personal aphrodisiacs was the sight of her squirming with need.

He kept his attention on her breasts, his hands toying with them when his mouth was not. She really did begin to writhe on the quilt beneath him, her hips bucking under his thighs. She panted and moaned and tugged at his hips, trying to make him fuck her.

Finally, when she thought she could not stand it another second, Lindál stood and quickly stripped his sweats off. She lay panting on the quilt, her body gleaming with a fine sheen of perspiration, her heart racing, watching. He was as glorious as the day she had met him. His skin had the unearthly elvish glow, still undimmed despite his exposure to the earth sun and elements, that so often stopped people in their tracks and made them remark about “good health”. His muscles were even more well formed, now, after two years of hard work and better training. And his cock was long and hard and ready for her.

“My Beth,” he murmured, before spreading her legs, picking up her hips and ramming himself into her with a single thrust that made the tendons on the side of his neck stand out. She gave a groan of deep satisfaction. Good…oh, that was so good.

Lindál wrapped her legs around his waist and bent over her, one hand under her hips and began the slow, steady stroking she loved best. It wouldn’t last long. She could already feel her body gathering around his cock in a trembling pillar. Her breathing would stop if she didn’t come very soon. Lindál had spared her nothing.

Over his shoulder, she saw movement and her eyes widened. Alarmed, she tried to reach for the knife Lindál had put within her reach but Lindál was quicker. He snatched for the crossbow.

But Zack was quicker, still. His bare foot came down on the crossbow, keeping it pinned to the tarmac. “There’s a reason your instincts didn’t warn you, Lindál,” he said softly. His hand came down on Lindál’s shoulder. “I thought you two were sleeping, until I found you weren’t.”

Lindál smiled. “Too hot.” He nuzzled Beth’s breast and thrust into her again. She caught her breath and clutched at his shoulders desperately. Even so, she found she was watching Zack. He was studying them, the crotch of his jeans swelling and that made it even more thrilling.

Quickly, Zack stripped off his clothes and strode over to stand behind Lindál, watching his cock thrust into Beth. He caught Beth’s eye. “You’ve no idea how hot that looks from here, Beth. I could come just thinking about it.” His voice was thick with lust and his cock was red and flared purple at the head.

She moaned, her climax inching closer.

Zack bent and reached between her legs. She felt his hand stroke against her and Lindál, gathering moisture. Lubricant. God knew, there was enough of it.

Zack coated his own cock with her lubricant and she caught her breath, knowing what he intended. Her pussy clenched, making Lindál groan in reaction. Zack positioned himself behind Lindál and pushed his cock up against Lindál’s anus. He grabbed a handful of Lindál’s hair and slid his cock into the elf’s ass, as Lindál pushed back, his eyes closing.

“What’s good for the gander…” Zack breathed and began to rock in and out of Lindál’s ass, in counter-time with Lindál’s thrusts into Beth’s pussy.

The pure sensuality in their faces was always Beth’s undoing and now, with her climax so close, she knew she wasn’t going to last long enough. So she did something she didn’t do very often, she tapped into their emotions. Lindál had taught her how to do it but the three-way feedback had proved to be too overwhelming for all of them at once and they used it rarely. Now she sank into the black velvet landscape of emotional profiles in her vicinity and found the two men she loved most in the world and encompassed them. Raw lust, love, trust and eroticism showered her, immersed her, lifted her up and up and up…

Beth screamed, the back of her throat burning with the power of her climax. She could feel herself clench hard like a vice around Lindál, as he came in powerful shooting jerks. Zack choked off his own cry as he exploded into a swift, hard orgasm of his own, triggered by their shared emotional feedback.

Weakened, all three of them lay on the quilt to recover. Lindál curled himself around Beth and Zack fell on the other side of him, on his back, panting.

“I’m glad you don’t do that every time, Beth,” Zack said. “I feel like my balls are going to explode.”

“Crude, vampire. Crude.” Lindál shoved his elbow back.

“I feel like my cheekbones are coming out through my face,” Beth confessed. “And the back of my throat got ripped out.”

“It certainly sounded like it was being ripped out,” Zack chuckled.

Thunder rumbled overhead and with no more warning, it began to rain in heavy, stinging drops. Zack groaned. “Oh fuck, I really don’t want to move!”

Beth curled herself up tighter. “Me, neither.”

“It’s rain!” Lindál said, rolling onto his back and stretching out his arms. “Stay here. Enjoy it.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Zack said, sitting up and looking at Lindál with mock disbelief. Beth sat up too, the rain forcing her to make a move. She looked at Zack.

“Can you believe him?”

She grinned. Zack took any opportunity to give Lindál shit about his affinity for water, or any of his more elvish traits. “Can I take your shirt?” she asked him.

“You’re not going to help me out here?” Zack asked.

“You’re a big boy. Fight your own fights.” She slipped on the shirt he had been wearing over the top of the remnants of the ruined nightgown and picked up her knife. “I’ve got a full assembly to prepare for and cover stories to concoct for the New York Police Department, who are growing less gullible with each passing week.”

I’ve just built a temporary page for the tour for Mia’s Return, here,  which is starting to shape up. So far, I’ve got three dates, which is one better than I managed for Beth’s Acceptance, but this time I’ve got slightly better than thirteen day’s notice, too.

There’s such cool paranormal sites out there, isn’t there?  Amberkatz’s site is cute!