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It’s September! My absolutely favorite time of year is Autumn. The cool crisp air, the smell of bonfires, pumpkin pie, apple orchards, hmmm. Of course it doesn’t hurt that my birthday is in September. It is all about me you know. LOL. My Labor Day weekend is starting off with a bang. I’m going out of town to watch the opening game of my alumni college football team. I won’t name names, but we are ranked number one in the country. When I return I’ll be getting back to writing. Werewolves are waiting. ~Liz For those of you who joined us, we had a blast at the opening weekend of the Sexual Chocolate Authors Blog. Look for upcoming blogging and other fun and prizes at, http://sexualchocolateauthors.blogspot.com/. I’m going to be looking for chocolate recipes, so see below for my September contest. I’ve gotten a couple of great reviews for A Sixpence in Her Shoe. For anyone who tried to purchase this book and had trouble, all the problems at My Bookstore and More have been resolved. So if you haven’t had a chance to read this story, check out the following reviews and see if anything interests you:
http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/2006/August/Elizabeth-ASixpenceInHerShoe.htm
Blue Ribbon Rating: 5 http://208.109.92.234/artman/publish/article_6505.shtml
Lena and I have officially started the second book in the Moonlight Series. No excerpts yet, but I love these characters. The Hero is someone who is used to being totally in control of everything, but the Heroine is no pushover. Sparks are definitely going to fly.
I wasn’t sure if I could get into this premise, but I had read some of Shelley Bradley’s other stories and liked them, so I thought I’d give it a try and was pleasantly surprised to find a great story:
Rain was the winner of my August contest and received a Gift Certificate from Samhain. Congratulations! If you want to win a Gift Certificate from Samhain in September, send an email to me at msliz@lizandrews.net with a recipe for a yummy sweet treat. A drawing of all entries will be held on September 21st. Good Luck!
A Sixpence in Her Shoe Available Now from Samhain Publishing © Liz Andrews 2006 Brady headed back toward the office and Melanie. It was time to finish what he’d started earlier. Walking into the office, Brady stopped for a moment and stared at Melanie. She had gotten comfortable, kicking off her shoes and at some point while waiting for him, she had lowered the lights and decided to lay her head down for a moment. Her hair was spread out like a halo where she had fallen asleep at her desk with her head cushioned on her arms. Walking over to her, Brady smoothed her hair away from her face and watched as she blinked her eyes, slowly waking up. Upon seeing him standing there, Melanie smiled up at him, causing his heart to clench in his chest. He’d never thought he was ready to settle down, but watching Melanie greet him with a smile every morning upon waking was something he hadn’t known he craved until just now. “Hey baby, you should have gone home.” Melanie sat up slowly and stretched, pulling the fabric of her blouse tightly against her breasts. At some point she must have decided to take off her bra because her breasts were clearly visible under the sheer material. Brady’s cock perked up in interest at the sight. “No, I wanted to wait for you. I wanted to find out what my punishment was going to be.” Listening to Melanie refer to her punishment in such a matter of fact way made Brady’s cock more than perk up—it came to attention. “Are you looking forward to your punishment?” Melanie paused for a moment before answering. “I don’t know. If I say ‘yes’ am I depraved?” Brady pulled her up from her chair and into his arms. “No baby, you’re not depraved. You control almost every aspect of your life. In this one area you are ready for someone else to be in control. That’s not depravity, it is intelligence. Don’t let the dictates of society tell you how you are supposed to act.” Melanie laughed softly. “You’re so good for my ego. I do enjoy what we’ve done together and I want more.” Brady lifted Melanie and sat her on the desk, pushing her skirt up until it was around her hips and then pulling her legs apart and stepping between them. “So you want more, huh? Is that why you took off your bra?” “I hate wearing that thing. You’d think after a couple hundred years they could come up with a better garment to hold up a woman’s breasts, but no.” “I like seeing you without the bra, your breasts straining the buttons of this poor blouse.” Brady pushed against a button, forcing it to slip free. The slopes of her breasts were on display for his gaze. Melanie squirmed as he watched her. Brady decided this would be the perfect opportunity to fulfill one of his fantasies. “I want to see you touch yourself.” Stepping back, Brady sat in the chair she just vacated, relaxing as it conformed to his body. “Unbutton your blouse.” Melanie quickly freed the rest of her buttons, allowing the blouse to fall open, exposing her breasts to his gaze. “What should I do?” “How do you like to touch yourself? Show me.” Melanie licked her lips, eliciting an accompanying groan from Brady. He didn’t know why he was torturing himself, but watching her pleasure herself was too good to pass up. Cupping her breasts, Melanie gently kneaded the flesh before grazing each nipple with a thumb, teasing the hardened nubs. She moaned at the contact and then grasped each nipple between a thumb and finger, rolling back and forth before gently scraping the tips with her nails. “More, show me more.” It was as if Melanie could read his mind, although it probably wasn’t too difficult to figure out where his mind was. She scooted to the edge of the desk and slipped her hand inside the tiny G-string, rubbing herself back and forth, her head falling back as her strokes became firmer. Unfortunately the material and her hand obstructed Brady’s view. He could hold out no longer and pushed himself forward, between her legs. “Lay back.” He ordered harshly. “I’ve got to taste you.” Melanie complied immediately, lying back on her elbows so she could still see down the length of her body. He loved that she wanted to watch him licking her pussy. Taking her G-string, he ripped it from her body, too rushed to be gentle. The aroma of her arousal hit him and he salivated at the thought of tasting her spicy cream. Trailing a finger up her thigh, Brady watched as she shivered in reaction to his touch. Moving his finger higher, he traced the crease of her pussy, gathering the juices collected there. Bringing his finger to his lips, he licked it clean, but the brief taste of her only left him hungry for more.
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