Title: Paranormal Heat
Genre: Paranormal Erotica
Date published: March 27, 2015
This book of short stories is perfect for readers on-the-go. Varying from 8 to 15,000 words, Paranormal Heat contains three spicy stories with a paranormal twist. For readers 18+ due to graphic sexual content and strong language. NSFW.
MADNESS- Vincent finds himself in the same room as his beautiful wife and the handsome shifter he's been having an affair with on the side one night. Will catastrophe follow or is there something more?
COUGAR'S HEAT- Beckham Marlow returns home for summer break from college and runs into his old babysitter. Allie Buchanan, recently widowed and harboring a secret, may make their reunion a little friendlier than originally anticipated. Cougars can be fun and somewhat naughty, but what happens when Beckham discovers Allie is the real deal?
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO- A twenty-something author decides he needs a change and moves halfway across the country in hopes of overcoming his writer’s block so he can finish the ultimate fantasy romance novel. Instead he inherits a pretty little blonde ghost who can’t seem to keep her hands off him. Most ghosts have an appetite for mischief, but Keegan Taylor’s ghost girl is hungry for him.
“So I was thinking maybe, if you’re interested, you could come by every few days to fix something?”
Fuck, brain. Work, would you?
My mouth has gone completely dry. That little summer dress has suddenly decided it will be the death of me. Allie’s nipples protrude from the thin fabric and my stomach twists into anxious knots. I shouldn’t be thinking the thoughts I am about the woman standing in front of me. She’s not some random hookup.
Do I want to hook up with her?
“You can say no, of course,” she adds quickly as she stops directly in front of me. “But I hope you won’t, Beckham. If your mother and sister make you as miserable as you say they do…maybe hanging out over here will do you some good.”
She has a point.
“Besides…” She lifts her hand and drags a single fingertip down the center of my chest. “I would very, very, very much enjoy your company.”
Okay, so the Allie I’m talking to at the moment seems pretty fucking different from the one I’ve spent the better part of my morning with. Her voice is heavy with that tone; the “I want to fuck you” tone.
“Uh.” I clear my throat and will my mind to take precedence over my hardening cock. “Allie, I’d be happy to help you out with— shit! What are you doing?”
I ask this because Allie’s hand grips me over the fabric of my shorts and I feel her fingers as they circle around every thick inch I was blessed with. My mind goes blank and there’s no way out of this now.
“You want to help me out, Beckham?” Allie whispers. Her sweet breath caresses my cheek. Try as I might, I can’t utter not one damn coherent word. “You can start by giving me this.” She squeezes my cock for emphasis and I groan in response.
Leave it to my brain to try reasoning with her.
“This isn’t right.” I finally manage to say. “You…you were my babysitter and—”
“And what?” She drops to her knees before me and rubs her hand up and down the tent of my shorts. I can feel her fingertips brush over each vein as she gazes at me with those beautiful eyes of hers.
Well what? Do I have an argument for this? Why would I have an argument for this?
Allie is gorgeous and there’s something about her that could surely drive me insane if I gave it a chance. As she curls her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and begins to pull them down, I realize this is a battle of wills I’m going to lose.
“Let me suck you, Beckham,” she purrs.
I swear she is literally purring.
“You’re so hard.” She jerks my shorts down hastily and my cock springs forth in greeting. I squeeze my eyes shut as her fingertips delicately brush over the sensitive tip. “And so big. My god, you were blessed, weren’t you?”
“Uh huh,” is the only response I can give. My brain is shutting down on me as I feel her satin tongue trace over the underside of my throbbing erection. I shouldn’t want this—but I really, really do.
Allie caresses my inner thigh with one hand as the other wraps around the base of my cock. The next thing I know, she’s guiding me into the mind-blowingly wet heat of her mouth.
Is it possible to blackout from pleasure?
She groans quietly as the head of my cock pushes past her tonsils and I swear to fuck she’s swallowing me whole. I quickly reach behind me to grasp for the counter as her tongue slides over my balls.
“Holy…” My jawline clenches as I force my eyes open and dare to look at her.
Like any man, I enjoy watching a woman while she goes down on me, but watching Allie’s cheeks hollow with suction as she bobs her head back and forth is the sexiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen. This is a memory I will never forget.
My babysitter is blowing me and it’s fucking amazing.
“Allie,” I whisper. “Allie, I…”
It’s really embarrassing that I won’t last much longer. I’d like to think I have a healthy sex life, and you better believe I have nightly dates with Rosie and her four sisters when I don’t have a girlfriend, but Allie is practically sucking the cum from my balls as I do my best to remain steady.
She moans and the vibration of her voice sends shivers up my spine. It’s like she’s demanding my orgasm—she’s hungry for it.
I don’t disappoint. It only takes a few more seconds for my orgasm to hit and I listen to the noises she makes as she swallows every last fucking drop.
Holy fuck, she swallows.
I’m still trying to come down from my high as Allie stands from the floor and gazes at me. Her eyes are hauntingly beautiful and something inside of me stirs in recognition. I don’t understand it—I can’t even begin to fathom what’s happening to me as she grabs my hand and places it between her legs, just beneath the bottom of her dress. I can feel how wet she is.
“It’s been so long,” she whispers. “I need a man to touch me, Beckham. That man has to be you.”
“Just do it,” she pleads. The desperation in her voice is both heartbreaking and alarming. I’ve never seen her like this before. “Please just slide your fingers inside me, Beckham. Make me cum. Please? I want you to make me cum.”
I was raised to be a Southern gentleman—no thanks to my mother—and I know it would be frowned upon to take and not give. Luckily for Allie, I happen to enjoy the oral arts. A lot.
She gasps in surprise when I pick her up from the floor and turn around. I place her on the counter and push her legs farther apart. Her cheeks flush as she gazes at me, so wild and consumed by lust. Hell, I’m beyond the point of return myself. I lean in to press a kiss against those pouty lips and I don’t give a good goddamn that I taste myself on her tongue.
“Mmm.” She hums in satisfaction as I place my hand between her legs again. I kiss her with everything I have and welcome that eccentric sensation as it washes over me ten-fold. Two of my fingers slide deep inside of her and I feel her muscles immediately clench around me.
There should be a law against a woman so beautiful going so long without an orgasm.
“Oh, that’s right,” she sighs as I pump my fingers in and out of her. “Oh, fuck. That’s so good, Beckham! Don’t stop, please.”
I have no intention of stopping as I kiss my way down her body and settle between her parted thighs. I keep her drenched panties pushed aside and gaze in pure awe at those gorgeous, glistening pussy lips.
“Beckham!” she screams as my lips encircle her clit. I turn my hand very slowly and rest my chin against my palm. I curl my fingers inside of her as my tongue strokes the little nub of nerves I’m sure will bring her the orgasm she begged me for only moments ago.
I aim to please.