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2008 has arrived and I am ready for the New Year! Not to say 2007 was bad, because actually it was one of my best years ever. I’m just super competitive and 2008 needs to measure up. I have made a few resolutions this year; eat healthier, exercise more, spend less. But the most important one for all you readers is I plan to write more stories. Read on below for what’s in store in the new year. Hope everyone is looking forward to the upcoming year as much as I am. ~Liz
I normally am not much of a Sci-fi fan, but this was a great story.
Lena Matthews has done it again. The first book in her new series Naughty Games: Seven Minutes in Heaven is releasing January 30th. Check out this story, it is amazing.
I just signed a contract for the first book in a five book series with Loose Id about a family of psychics. The first story, Sugar and Spice, should be releasing some time in April. I have also finished another story, Hotter than the Fourth of July that I’m hoping to have contracted for a summer release (obviously, lol). It would be the first in a series of Fantasy fulfillment stories. Lena and I are also going to complete the third Moonlight story, Guardian of Moonlight, this year and we are also going to attempt our first historical. Finally, I have plans for a cute Secret Santa story for Christmas. If things work out, this year will be filled with new stories.
I still haven’t heard about the Faery Ball Savenger Hunt yet, so to honor the new year I will be taking names for a Loose Id gift certificate. Send an email to msliz@lizandrews.net with January Contest in the subject line and I will draw a name on January 31st.
I thought I’d share an oldie but goodie with you. An excerpt from A Sixpence In Her Shoe Lightly dropping her on the bed, Brady knelt beside her, staring down into her face. He knew he was probably crazy, but he had to make sure she understood what she was doing. “Is this really what you want? I need to know.” Melanie smiled then and nodded her head shyly. Her face was blazing, but her voice was steady. “I want you to dominate me, Brady. I didn’t want our first sexual experience together to be a lie. I want…no, I need this.” That was all Brady needed to know. They could talk later about the details, but for now, he needed this as much as she did. “Okay, baby, I’ll give us both just what we need. But if you get scared, or need me to stop, you say…‘history’.” The one thing he had learned was the importance of having a safe word in a dominant relationship. It helped clear up a lot of potential misunderstanding later down the road. Melanie nodded, but Brady wanted to make sure she knew what to say. “No, tell me.” “If I need you to stop or want to take a break I have to say ‘history’.” “Good girl. Now roll over.” Melanie immediately rolled to her side and Brady released the cuffs. They didn’t go far though since he had plans for them later. “How do you feel?” Brady asked as he gently rubbed Melanie’s arms and wrists, returning circulation to the limbs. “Okay. Excited. Nervous.” “Those are all good feelings, baby. Just remember, if it doesn’t feel good, you let me know.” “I will.” Melanie sat up and clutched at his shoulders. “Do you realize we haven’t even kissed tonight?” Brady chuckled at her blatant come-on. Who was he to turn down such an offer? Bending his head, he pressed his lips to hers, gently easing her mouth open with gradual pressure and slipping his tongue inside. She tentatively met him, move for move, their tongues dueling in a mating dance. Melanie loved to kiss and drive Brady crazy, but he wasn’t going to let her distract him, not tonight. Breaking the kiss, Brady fought to catch his breath. “Lie back on the bed, grasp the headboard and don’t let go.” Melanie lay back as ordered and reached above her head to take a spindle in each hand. The movement drew her breasts up, as if offering them to Brady. He swiftly unbuttoned the silky material, baring her breasts to his gaze. The cups of her bra were sheer and he could see her dark areolas and nipples through the material. Exposed to the night air and his gaze, her nipples were hard little points. Brady cupped each breast, one per hand, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh. He had tasted her breasts before, but never had they looked as sweet as tonight. Leaning down, he circled a nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, fabric and all. Melanie groaned and arched her back, straining to push herself more fully into his mouth. But as ordered she continued to hold onto the headboard. Releasing the nipple with an audible pop, Brady turned his attention to the other breast. He pinched the nipple between his thumb and index finger and then rolled it back and forth, watching the little nub of flesh engorge with blood at his ministrations. Melanie whimpered, but again pushed her chest toward his questing fingers as if begging for more. Her eyes were closed, but the look on her face was one of pure ecstasy. Leaning down, Brady soothed the tortured nipple with a swipe of his tongue. “You don’t have to be quiet, baby. Tell me what you like, how it feels. I want to know everything.” Her eyes flew open at his words. “Oh God, Brady. It’s so much. The feelings are…too intense for words, but at the same time, it’s still not enough. I want more.” Cupping her breasts again, Brady lightly ran his thumb back and forth across her nipples, continuing to tease her. “You’re very sensitive here. Have you ever though about getting pierced?” Brady could just imagine driving her to climax with nipple stimulation alone. His cock, already painfully aching, jerked at the thought. “Yes, but I’ve always been too scared. I’ve heard the sensations are wonderful though.” “I’d love to see you pierced. But I don’t know if I could keep my hands off during the healing process." Brady continued to taunt and tease, rolling and pinching her nipples as she writhed on the bed. Finally allowing her respite, Brady sat back for a moment to view the magnificent sight. Melanie was still gripping the spindles of the headboard tightly, her breasts straining against the sheer fabric of her bra. Her movements on the bed had caused her skirt to ruck up her legs, exposing her thighs and just a hint of her panties underneath. “Let go of the headboard and sit up here for a minute.” Melanie slowly released the headboard, flexing her fingers for a moment before sitting up. Brady helped her slip her blouse off and then turned her slightly to release the hooks of her bra. Tossing the garments to the side, Brady turned Melanie back toward him, sweeping her fiery hair away from her face. “Still okay?” He worried he was pushing her too hard, too fast. Although she said she wanted this, Brady had the feeling this was her first encounter of dominance. And truth be told, most of his encounters had been mild experiments of his own. In fact, he only had one long-term dominance relationship. “You’re not chickening out on me already, are you?” Melanie smiled and stroked his face. “Not on your life. Now stand up.” Brady stood and helped her up, turning her so she stood in front of him, her back to his front. He swept her hair back, exposing her neck, and leaned down to lick the sensitive area behind her ear. Grasping her waistband he unhooked her skirt, letting the material fall to the floor. “I’d love to see you in some thigh-high stockings or garters and heels. Lying spread eagle on the bed and tied down, helpless to move. Then I’d run my hands up your silky legs to your sweet pussy, soaked with cream.” Melanie moaned at his words and ground her hips back against his erection. “Would you lick me?” “Not at first. I’d tease you a bit, until I had you dripping on the bed. Then I’d part your folds and discover all your hidden treasures. And just when you were ready to come I’d stop for a moment and then bring you back to your peak, over and over again until you were begging for me to let you come.” Brady parted her thighs as he spoke, pulling her legs apart, exposing her dampened panties to his questing fingers. He rubbed her clit through the material. She tried to close her legs and trap his hand tight against her, but he wasn’t going to allow her to get away with trying to be in control. He wanted to decide when and how she would come. “Someone is being a very bad girl.” Brady pulled his hand from between her thighs and hooking his fingers in the material of her panties he pulled them down her legs. “What?” Melanie shook herself from her passion-induced haze, seemingly unable to comprehend his words or actions. “Who is in control of your body, Melanie?” Brady wanted her to realize just what his form of dominance meant. He would control every aspect of their sexual relationship and she needed to understand that now, before things went any further. “You are.” “And who decides how and when you come?” “You do.” “That’s right. I think you need a small punishment just as a reminder. Get on the bed, on all fours.” Melanie quickly scrambled onto the bed, arranging herself just as he requested. “Do you remember your word?” “Yes.” Although low, her voice was still strong. Brady was sure she wasn’t necessarily scared, probably just a bit worried about the unknown. “Widen your legs for me.” Melanie did as he ordered and Brady reached out and stroked a finger through her slit, gathering the moisture there and bringing it to his lips to lick. “You taste heavenly.” Melanie glanced over her shoulder, watching him as he licked his finger. She had a little Mona Lisa smile playing about her lips and Brady knew, even though she didn’t know what exactly was going to happen next, she was ready for it.
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