A Look At Russ Linton & 'Crimson Son' @Russ_Linton @GoddessFish #superhero #scifi

Those who know me, know I am a very eclectic reader, and I like to highlight a variety of authors on my blog.Today I'm happy to welcome, Russ Linton, author of Crimson Son, a sci-fi, fantasy, coming of age story.

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* In the fourth grade, Russ Linton wrote down the vague goal of becoming a “writer and an artist” when he grew up. After a journey that led him from philosopher to graphic designer to stay at home parent and even a stint as an Investigative Specialist with the FBI, he finally got around to that “writing” part which he now pursues full time.
* Russ creates character-driven speculative fiction. His stories drip with blood, magic, and radioactive bugs. He writes for adults who are young at heart and youngsters who are old souls.
* Local / Personal Bio
* Russ lives in Denton, Texas where he writes beside an unnervingly quiet dog with the support of his history-obsessed son and his extremely patient wife. He regularly pursues community service and is currently scoutmaster for his son’s Boy Scout troop. He is a regular at the North Branch Writers’ Critique Group and has honed his craft through creative writing courses with Stanford University’s continuing studies program as well as writing workshops at local conventions.
* Russ holds a black belt in Tae Kwon Do which was marginally more useful in a former life not making his living from behind a desk. He enjoys the outdoors and when he isn’t leading his scouts on virtual campouts in Minecraft, he’s making them haul their gear across state parks in the North Texas area.

How did you set upon the path of becoming a writer and what inspired you in regard to Crimson Son?
* I was born into myth. My parents were told there would be one child. My mother’s belly had swollen to the size of a VW, but clearly, there could be only one.
* Despite the vast wisdom of science, I emerged triumphant from the womb trailed by a sickly little thing who’d been stuffed in the corner, hiding from my sheer awesomeness. This was my sister. My twin energy, brought to this world through pure power of will and powerful magics.
* We were never children. From birth, we were given strange looks for our toddler size. We were goliaths. Nephilim among the mundane babies who clawed their way through the library’s easy-reader section shoving toys in their mouth and secreting drool in shiny trails like diapered slugs.
* I gazed on them in disdain and waddled into the chapter book section while my twin devoured the wheels off my toy cars. Her appetite knew no bounds. Trees, dog toys, she was feeding her energy to reverse the illness and unleash herself on the world at a later time.
* Me? I longed for the hero’s journey.
* We asked our mother to stop reading to us. She read too slowly, tried too hard to make our inner children happy with silly voices and sing-song. Bah! I needed to deconstruct the tropes. Examine the structure. Find truth within the words.
* Why are the fish red and blue? What kind of eldritch forces planted an attic in someone’s forehead? Shouldn’t the spider cover the interior of the barn in a three-dimensional manifesto about this pig’s slavery to the human race?
* I became lost in a world beyond worlds. A magic wood with shining pools, each deeper than my own imagination. I set out to explore them all.
* Then I got older.
* I lost those worlds. Only exploring them as a hobby. I was a grown up. I had to do grown up things. Yet a part of me clung to the mystical past and I would spend hours of my spare time describing these places to friends as a game. Visiting other worlds had become a shadowy hobby.
* Then I got wiser.
* I stopped chasing dreams and started living them. Now I create worlds. Won’t you join me?

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * His mother kidnapped, his superhero father absent, powerless Spencer Harrington faces a world of weaponized humans to prove himself and find the truth.
* Nineteen-year-old Spencer is the son of the Crimson Mask, the world's most powerful Augment. Since witnessing his mother's abduction by a psychotic super villain two years ago, he's been confined to his father's arctic bunker. When the "Icehole" comes under attack from a rampaging robot, Spencer launches into his father's dangerous world of weaponized human beings known as Augments.
* With no superpowers of his own save a multi-tool, a quick wit and a boatload of emotional trauma, Spencer seeks to uncover his mother's fate and confront his absentee superhero father. As he stumbles through a web of conspiracies and top secret facilities, he rallies a team of everyday people and cast-off Augments. But Spencer soon discovers that the Black Beetle isn't his only enemy, nor his worst. ~ Excerpt ~ * This part always comes so fast.
* I hand the phone back to Mom. “You’ll need to send later, I guess. The signal dropped. Should be in your outbox ready to go.”
* As she takes the phone, the wall of the room explodes.
* Here. Dream becomes nightmare. For a moment, I feel I can make it stand still, but why would I? Events unfold with the emptiness of the bunker gnawing at my insides. I can identify every stray chunk of plaster and splinter of wood in this time-robbed moment.
* Fragments of home spray like a swarm of locusts. Mom screams and the world spins under her protective dive. I struggle to see through a haze of dust. Glimpses of the valley filter past a humanoid silhouette. A long, pincered arm lashes out. The arm clamps tightly around Mom’s waist and retracts, drawing us closer.
* “Release the boy and he will live,” the Black Beetle speaks with an unnatural vibration. “He can relay a message for your husband.”
* Mom squeezes tighter but her screaming stops.
* I search her face, knowing what I’ll find, all the while scrambling to find an anchor as we slide across the room. She’s bleeding from a gash on her forehead and the pincer cinches tighter. Her eyes are full of fear, but focused. She’s calculating, deliberating. A hundred times? A thousand? It always hurts.
* “No, Mom, please!” I throw my hands around the leg of a toppled chair which drags uselessly behind us. Countless trips through this nightmare, I know I can’t keep us here, but I reach out anyway. And always, she lets go.
* I grab her arm, trying to pull her back, cursing my stunted size, my weak limbs, my feeble grip. Sweaty hands slip as the pincer continues to retract. Her trembling lips form a final smile and she watches me with a sad but determined expression.
* She mouths the words, “I love you.”

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A Look At Benjamin W. DeHaven & 'Confessions of a Self-Help Writer' @ben_dehaven @GoddessFish #satire

Today we have author Benjamin W. DeHaven visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* A Graduate of Columbia College in Chicago, Benjamin DeHaven keeps his heart in Chicago and his soul in New Orleans. He holds a MBA from Tulane and a film degree from Columbia. Once ejected from a community college for arguing Frost cried out for acceptance in Birches, he has since written screenplays, traded futures in Madrid, and was Editor in Chief of the Nola Shopper Newspaper, a free art newspaper and the 2nd largest monthly paper in the New Orleans, MSA. He also has a "shout out" in a Jay "Z" Song.
* DeHaven, who currently resides in Las Vegas began his writing career with Stone United, a Chicago based Film Company, which works primarily in independent film. As an unknown fiction writer, he feels the best description of himself, is a sarcastic one and is as follows:
* Benjamin W. DeHaven was born on a pool table after a Waylon Jennings' concert in 1977. His personal success is outweighed only by his stunning good looks and adherence to unwritten moral guidelines. He has been described as a thinking man's Tucker Max as well as an idiot's Hunter S. Thompson. His goal is to die from an unwavering commitment to be more like Hemingway.
* He and Michael Enzo were friends.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* I'm offering some writing tips and sharing information about my book Confessions of a Self-Help Writer.
* Writing tips:
* Hire a great editor. Commit to write on a schedule like you are going to a job. Because you are. Find a book you hate and read genres you never would consider-never stop learning everything you can. Don’t ask, why is Danielle Steele selling a million books, she’s a terrible writer. Is She? Is Tucker Max a writer? They have sold a ton of books. Write and read what blows your hair back, but don’t be scared to write trash either. Tucker Max and Danielle sell a ton of books, because passion comes through a writer’s hand. Sure the writing is terrible, but it grabs people. It’s not all heaving bosoms and creamy thighs-(Howard Fast’s wife gave me that line). Something in those books keeps readers coming back. Something in there spoke to someone’s soul and if you are honest with yours it will come through. Find your own voice because you would be surprised how many people think exactly like you and wish they had the strength to tell a story. Don’t read books on writing—they are just another way for you to avoid work. That’s not entirely true, I think Stephen King’s book is amazing-just don’t over do it. The best tip I can give you is what my grandfather used to say to me, regardless of my new crazy passion was. He’d ask, “What’s stopping you?”
* From DeHaven's website: Confessions of a Self-Help Writer (The Journal of Michael Enzo) is a work of fiction based on factual events. Originally, I wrote this work as an act of revenge and an act of forgiveness. As one reviewer put it, “The reader of “Confessions” is forced to question DeHaven’s motivation... Does he truly want to ruin Enzo’s legacy or is this an act of love? Reaching out to someone who is still lost.” So in a way, yes, I was trying to flush him out. But that was personal and never meant to be publicized. I hoped people would get a great laugh out of the fiction character who was a con man, and who almost destroyed me. But now if someone found the truth, maybe this would be the last self-help book they would ever read-because it’s the mind of a mad man who was writing those books. Confessions of a Self-Help Writer was the #1 Most Wished For Book of the Year on Indie Bound for over 14 weeks and was getting amazing reviews as a book of “fiction.”

~ Blurb ~ * A ghost, a philanthropist, a con man, a devout Catholic, a gigolo, a savior, an heir, a common man, and an addict are just some of the words used to describe Michael Enzo, who some sources credit with ghost-writing more than 108 self-help books on behalf of celebrities, politicians and business leaders. After failing to make what he considered to be a positive impact on society he began to destroy those closest to him including Benjamin DeHaven, the author of this book, and former collaborator. Defrauding an industry for almost 20 years by exploiting people's insecurities and profiting from them, more than likely these friends contributed more to the field of self-help, while profiting from it, than they will ever know. Believing they could only understand people's problems by suffering along with them, they lived on the razor's edge. If you've ever picked up a tell-all biography of a celebrity or a title from the self-help section at the bookstore, certainly you would question the source.This is an inside look at the mind of Michael Enzo and it is the author's hope that people will start helping themselves again after reading it. Discover what turns someone from preaching salvation towards seeking its destruction. You won't believe this could be true.

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A Look At K.F. Breene & 'Into the Darkness' ~ @KFBreene @GoddessFish #newadult #fantasy #urban #scifi

Today we have author K.F. Breene visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* A wine country native, K.F. Breene moved to San Francisco for college just shy of a decade ago to pursue a lifelong interest in film. As she settled into the vibrant city, it quickly became apparent that, while she thought making and editing films was great fun, she lacked cinematic genius. For that reason, her career path quickly changed direction. Her next goal was a strange childhood interest, conjured at the dining room table while filling out a form. For some reason, her young self wanted to be an accountant. Thinking on it now, she often wonders how she had any friends. Regardless, it was the direction she finally took.
* While she could wrangle numbers with the best of 'em, and even though she wore the crown as the most outspoken, belligerent accountant in the world, her mind got as stuffy as her daily routine. It was here that she dusted off her creative hat and began writing. Now she makes movies in her head, not worried about lighting, shutter speed or editing equipment. Turns out, a computer is much easier to manage than a crowd of actors. She should know, she was an actor at one time.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* My story Into the Darkness.

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * I’d always been different. I saw objects in the night where others saw emptiness. Large, human shaped shadows, fierce yet beautiful, melting into the darkness. I collected secrets like other women collected bells; afraid to fully trust lest my oddities be exposed.
* Until I saw him. He’d been gliding down the street, unshakable confidence in every step. It wasn’t just that he was breathtakingly handsome with perfect features. Something about him drew me. Sucked my focus to him and then tugged at my body. As his eyes met mine, I was entrapped.
* No one had noticed him. He’d been right there, just beyond the light, but only I had perceived.
* I had to know if he was real. Or maybe I really was crazy. And even when my secret box was blasted wide open, dangers hurled at me like throwing knives, I couldn’t stop until I unraveled his true identity.
* I just had to know.
* “She was fated to live.”
* “Then why must you save her?”
* “Often Fate is struck down by dumb luck.”
~ Excerpt ~ * Stefen approached the wide bed, looking down on the limp human, her angelic face devoid of color. Her arms rested on her chest, her body so still she looked dead.
* A shot of fear pierced Stefen’s chest. “Will she make it?”
* Luke’s head shook before he sighed. “She shouldn’t have made it last time. Yet she did. Something is holding her to this life.”
* “My blood helped last time. Will it help again?”
* Luke sighed, raising his eyebrows in a facial shrug. “If you can get her to drink, she might pull out of it. Might. She should be dead already; she’s largely catatonic. But…well, she survived last time, so who’s to say?”
* Stefen nodded, allowing himself to bestow his gaze back to this woman that had a firm hold on his vitals for reasons he couldn’t understand or explain. The only thing he knew with certainty was that she could not die.

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A Look At Lexi Ryan & 'Stolen Wishes' ( @writerlexiryan #kindle #comingofage )

Today we have author Lexi Ryan visiting. I had the pleasure of meeting this wonderful author at a readers' convention here in Las Vegas in October 2013. Not only is she an awesome person, she's an awesome writer. I love her emotion filled New Hope series of books. If you haven't had a chance to read any of her books yet, you should! There's currently a great offer (to get you started if you're new to her work or if you haven't picked up the story yet,) which is mentioned in her answer to question two, so be sure to pick up a copy. :) Now without further ado, welcome Lexi!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* I’m the luckiest girl in the world because I have the best job. But I’m not only a writer. I’m a mama, a wife, a reader, and a football lover. Before I was able to write full-time, I was a college English professor, and as sad as I was to leave the classroom, I don’t miss the grading. At all.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* Ooh! I’ll tell you about STOLEN WISHES because it free right now. (Can’t beat free, can you?) It’s part of the New Hope series and a prequel to WISH I MAY. The prequel can be read before or after WISH I MAY or on its own.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* When I wrote WISH I MAY, I knew Will and Cally were together in high school before she left for Las Vegas with her mom, and the more little pieces of their past were revealed, the more I wanted to write their beginning. When readers fell hard for William, I knew I had to write it. :)

Describe the hero in five words.
* William Bailey is: sexy, lonely, compassionate, determined, and loyal.

Describe the heroine in five words.
* Cally Fisher is: innocent, jaded, lonely, protective, and hopeful (I know some of those don’t sound like they work together. That’s probably why I like her so much! :) )

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* This is a novella, so the focus is really on Will and Cally, but you do get to meet a young Drew, who plays a bigger part in WISH I MAY and is one of my favorite characters to date. She’s spunky and I simultaneously feel for her and want to strangle her.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* We’re connected. Tied together by something bigger than ourselves. Like the moon brings the tide back to the shore, the stars will always bring me back to Cally.

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ **Contains sexual content and adult language and situations. Intended for mature readers.**
...Cally…
......A sexy smile. Intense blue eyes. A goodness that makes him want to save me from these rumors when no one else would care. I didn't ask for a hero. William Bailey was never supposed to be anything more than a wish, a dream, an unrequited crush. Not for a girl like me--a girl whose fractured family has stolen her chance at a decent life.
...William…
......Since the death of my parents, I've always done what’s expected of me, what's "best" for me. Until Cally. The moment her haunted eyes meet mine, the fractured pieces of my heart feel whole again. I don’t just want to save her. I need her to save me.
...Stolen chances. Unbroken wishes. Two lonely souls grasping for hope in the darkness.
~ Excerpt ~ ......“Thank you for tonight,” she says. “Most guys wouldn’t have gone to such lengths because of a stupid rumor.”
......“You think I wanted to date you to satisfy the rumor mill?”
......She focuses on the pavement in front of us, avoiding my gaze. “Didn’t you?”
......“You’re not that naïve, are you?” That gets her to look at me. Her eyes are narrow and frustrated. “Cally, I took you to dinner tonight because I wanted to. I don’t like what they’re saying about you, but my reasons for asking you out were more selfish than they were noble.”
......She stops and leans one shoulder against the trunk of a thick maple as she studies me. “How were they selfish?”
......“I wanted a chance to have some time alone with a pretty girl.”
......She stares at me for two heartbeats. “I really like you, William Bailey.”
......I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear then shove my hands in my pockets to keep myself from touching her more. “I like you too, Cally Fisher.”
......Her teeth sink down into her bottom lip and her eyes drop to my mouth.
......I fist my hands in my pockets and exhale slowly. “I really want to kiss you right now.”
......“I really want you to,” she whispers, flicking her eyes to mine.

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A Look At Liz Crowe & 'Mutual Release' ( @beerwencha2 @GoddessFish @tridestinypub #FF )

Today we have author Liz Crowe visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* I’m Liz and I write books and own a microbrewery in Ann Arbor. I have a degree in English Lit, and have worked in public relations, marketing and sales my whole career. I am addicted to bikram yoga, walking my poodle muses, craft beer and writing kind of in that order. I’ve lived in 3 different countries with my spouse and 2, then 3, kids—Japan, Turkey and England. Was born in Nashville, raised in South east Kentucky, schooled at the University of Louisville and live in Ann Arbor, Michigan now. I love Saturdays during football season and the entire month of March for basketball PLUS the Spanish soccer league.
* Bio: Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town. Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse, plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry), has prepped her for life as erotic romance author.
* When she isn't sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications.
* Her groundbreaking romance subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” has gained thousands of fans and followers who are interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”) Her beer blog a2beerwench.com is nationally recognized for its insider yet outsider views on the craft beer industry. Her books are set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch and in high-powered real estate offices. Don’t ask her for anything “like” a Budweiser or risk painful injury.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* MUTUAL RELEASE is the 7th book in the popular Stewart Realty series however, it is a stand alone novel and could serve as intro to the whole series if readers like my style.
* It’s a coming of age novel about trust, has elements of BDSM in it but not as the main story, merely as a way to show more about my characters’ psychology and motivations.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* I have a habit (good or bad, who knows?) of writing secondary characters that end up compelling me so much I want to tell their story as well. Evan Adams is a law school buddy of Jack Gordon’s, the main male character of this series and ends up moving to Ann Arbor and buying a craft microbrewery there and making a go of it. Julie Dawson is the woman who ends up his life partner, after several missteps between them, and is mentioned in the series several times as a good friend to Sara Thornton, the main female character of the series.

Describe the hero in five words.
* Evan Adams is loyal, focused, honest, determined and a Dom (who has been known to switch).

Describe the heroine in five words.
* Julie Dawson is independent, stubborn, funny, driven and successful.

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* I love them both, really. But Julie is darn close to me in many ways, including her annoying habits.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* “Better put that thing away, Country Club. You’re scaring the natives.” Julie Dawson
* followed closely by
* “Are we really that screwed up?” Julie
* “I think maybe we are.” Evan

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Disclaimer: This is an 18+ book with erotic BDSM scenes and explicit language.
* Can two dark souls ever make a light?
* As president of her own distribution company, Julie Dawson has all she ever wanted -- money, power, and respect. But her carefully crafted façade conceals a torment of abuse and helplessness. After years remaining emotionally aloof, she is finally independent, but alone. Because she refuses to rely on anyone but herself ever again.
* Evan Adams is no stranger to success, or personal demons. The horrific trauma that destroyed his twin sister, and tore his family apart, forced him to craft a new life from the ashes of the old. He's content enough, focusing ahead and not dwelling on his murky past. But something important is missing. He knows what that thing is but refuses to acknowledge it.
* When a chance encounter brings these two strong-willed but damaged people together , what seems like a long, erotic journey through hell could lead them to a match made in heaven.
* MUTUAL RELEASE
* A coming of age novel about trust...on the long road to love.

~ X-Rated Excerpt ~ * A leather chair appeared from the gloom. Evan looked around, then took the seat, disappointed but intrigued. He could hear Jack’s voice, his laughter low and inviting. What the fuck? Was Gordon getting in on action while he had to watch? Then he heard Jenna’s annoying giggle and realized the club must be making her watch too, only she got to do it with her date. He sighed, leaned back, and prepared himself to be underwhelmed.
* “No,” a sexy, rough female voice broke through the clamor in his head. It must have surprised everyone because all the people on the couches glanced up. “I want him. Out here.” Evan looked straight at her and saw the hot-as-shit Domme point her bullwhip right at him. He gulped, actually looked around like a dork, thinking there must be someone behind him. He was no sub.
* She crooked her finger, her ruby-red moist lips drawing his gaze and making him feel positively hypnotized. His cock kept up its painful pressure along the inside of his zipper. A drop of sweat formed on his temple but he couldn’t move his arms to brush it away. All he knew… was her.
* “Mr. Adams,” the disembodied voice said. “Your presence has been requested by our Mistress. Please. Do not make her wait.” The sheer curtain separating him from the crowd parted as he stood. Shoving his hands in his pockets and no longer aware of anything at all but what he wanted right now, he took the few steps down to the main floor.
* “Stop!” She held up a hand. “Do not come any closer until I tell you.” She snapped her fingers. A tall man dressed only in leather pants emerged from somewhere to her left. A woman approached him, smiling and holding out a tray filled with… He stared, then shook his head, backing away, his brain on fire and his body in flight mode. “Where are you going, slave?” The woman cracked her whip. Evan sensed its bite near his cheek.
* “I am no one’s slave,” he croaked out, sounding like a whiney kid.
* “Perhaps. But I am not just anyone.” Before he could catch a breath, the woman was in his space. He kept his hands at his sides, knowing if he touched her he would be punished. Her full lips were inches from his. She leaned in, placed a tender kiss on his cheek, then stepped back.
* “The Mistress has chosen!” the voice boomed and the room heaved a collective sigh. Evan whipped his head around, suddenly terrified and hornier than he had been in his entire existence. He closed his eyes as a loud whooshing sound started echoing around in his head in perfect time with his heartbeat. He held his ground, biting the inside of his cheek raw to keep from falling to his knees and kissing his way up her shiny patent leather shoe. The woman stood, the cape-like cloak draped around her tall, perfect body. He couldn’t move and had no idea what to do now anyway.
* She took two long steps and was back in his space, tugging his tie, lifting it free of his collar and letting her lips linger over his, tempting, teasing, and bringing his body to full attention from his scalp to his toes. What in the hell was going on here? He was a sub? But the whooshing sound would not stop; it deafened him and he started to shake. The woman put her hands on his shoulders and kept kissing him just enough to make him insane. Disembodied hands removed his suit coat. Then, with a powerful jerk, She ripped his dress shirt into two scraps of expensive cotton that hung from his wrists.
* His nipples hardened, his skin broke out in goose bumps. More bodiless hands unfastened his cuffs and took what remained of his shirt away. The woman kept smiling, trailing her fingertip down his chest. Evan’s lungs hurt he was breathing so hard.
* “You are very…” She leaned in and touched her tongue to a nipple, making him gasp. “In need of…” She licked her way across his chest to the other hardened nub of flesh and bit, hard, making him yelp and grunt to distract himself from coming in his trousers. “A lesson in what it means to wield control.”
* She unfurled the whip, keeping her lips on his skin, licking and nibbling her way up his neck as he stood, fists clenched and teeth grinding. Then she bit down on his lower lip, bringing tears to his eyes and yet more urgency to fuck. What was happening to him?
* “Sit.” She shoved him down. Evan dropped, hoping someone had put a chair there. His ass hit leather and wood. Watching mesmerized as she dug a sharp heel into his still-covered thigh. The pulsing behind his zipper had reached a level he’d never experienced. It was as if he were already coming, in his head, trying to relieve the pressure without actually ejaculating. This was a total goddamn trip. He sighed, looked up at the ceiling.
* “Don’t look away from me, slave.” Her rough voice made the whooshing sound return between his ears. She snapped her fingers. Two nearly naked women scuttled to his side, undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled off his shoes while removing his trousers, leaving only his tie and boxers.
* “Holy fucking mother of… ah!” he cried out, unable to stop when the woman stood over him, her warm, inviting sex right at his eye level. Other hands rubbed, teased him through his underwear. But he kept his eyes trained up as he sucked in a lungful of her heady scent.
* “You think this is all there is, don’t you, boy?” The woman’s voice filled his head. “Your giant cock and what you can do with it.” She stepped away from him, flicking her whip at his inner thighs, breaking up the pleasure with a bite of pain that made him curse and lean forward. The lovely, soft hands that had been on his aching shaft disappeared. “Oh no you don’t. You sit; you take, and you do not come. For any reason. If you do, I will make you very,” she slid the handle of the whip along his reddened inner leg, “very sorry. Are we clear? Dear?”

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Thank you for joining us here today, Liz! It was a pleasure getting to know about you and your story.