Please welcome my next guest for Meet Me Monday's, Julie Shelton.
How has your journey in publishing been? Anything you would or wouldn’t do again?
AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
Julie has always loved stories,
both reading and writing
them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands. One of her favorite childhood activities was
smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed
to be asleep.
A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her
dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated
successfully for twenty-five years.
During that time she created and wrote all the original material for a
monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board
stories, fingerplays, and other resource material for early childhood
educators. For that endeavor she won the
prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982. She has also written other resource materials
for preschool and early elementary teachers.
After moving more than two dozen times in her life, Julie
lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.
Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two
favorite things—reading and writing—especially her new love, erotic romances.
Eight
years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old
Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated.
Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah
Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him.
She
has never forgotten Jesse. He’s been the
object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star
of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years. So when he suddenly reappears in her life,
she is torn. Can she trust him not to
hurt her, or will he once again break her heart? Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her
to his world—the world of bondage, Domination, and erotic slavery. When he also introduces her to his best
friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to
two powerful alpha males.
But
Sarah faces an even bigger challenge. Someone
is stalking her. Is it the old enemy
who’s just been released from prison? Or
is it someone else from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she
has at happiness? Can Adam’s and Jesse’s
love protect her? Or will her world
explode in a cataclysm of betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?
**A note from Jo-Anna** HOLY CRAP BALLS BATMAN! This excerpt is HOT! This is an ADULT excerpt. Do not read if you're under 18 or offend easily. :)
ADULT EXCERPT
“Greedy
little sub,” Adam chuckled. He
manipulated her slick, swollen pussy lips, sliding them back and forth until
one of the frozen red grapes popped from its dewy prison. It sat, glistening lewdly, nestled between
her sopping wet lips like some obscene sex organ. “Do not come,” he instructed quietly, working
his tongue beneath the grape and sliding it all the way up her slit. He flicked it rapidly across her frazzled
clit before pulling the small fruit into his mouth and chewing noisily.
She was
gasping like a beached fish, desperately trying to hold off her climax.
“Do not
come,” he repeated, squeezing another grape free and looking at it for a long
moment before taking it into his mouth.
“God, you taste delicious,” he murmured, sliding his tongue back and
forth along the length of her slit, just barely touching that nerve-ridden
nubbin of flesh that was the center of both her pleasure and her torment. “Like sunshine and flowers and sweet, sweet
cream.”
She lay
there, shuddering and twitching as he tunneled his tongue into the depths of
her
cunt, releasing two more grapes and sending her body
spiraling up, up, up toward the orgasm that hovered so tantalizingly out of
reach. The orgasm she so desperately
craved, yet knew she must not have. The
one she fought with every trembling muscle in her body.
Adam
pushed her right up to the edge. Then
stopped.
He
straightened, watching her entire body shudder helplessly as yet another orgasm
retreated. He reveled in the power her
submission gave him. Power to control,
to direct, to manipulate. Power to
render her helpless against her body’s own dark needs even as he drove her to
the ultimate in sexual pleasure. “You do
not have permission to come,” he reminded her as, one by one, he pulled more
round red globes into his mouth. He
released her pussy lips and stood up to allow Jesse to take his place.
A sob
heaved from her lungs as she frantically fought her body’s brutal need to
climax.
Jesse
spread her labia apart with his thumbs, revealing her entire slit from her
clenching ass hole at the bottom to the portal of her vagina and her clit at
the very top. Her flesh was pink and
swollen and dripping with the cream of her arousal. By now the remaining grapes were held firmly
in place within her vaginal walls. Jesse
rubbed his nose along her cleft, lapping his tongue at her dripping entrance,
making her shudder and squirm. Placing
his palm over her mound, he pressed down.
“Push,” he said and a grape popped out onto his tongue.
He bit
into the crisp flesh and was rewarded with a burst of tart sweetness that
blended with Sarah’s own unique flavor, making it the most delicious treat he’d
ever eaten. He ate all the remaining
grapes, taking his time to dig each one out, finger-fucking her, building her
arousal to a fever pitch. By the time he
finished the last one, she was moaning and writhing and burning with the need
to come. “Please, Jesse,” she begged,
her voice hoarse with passion.
“Please….”
“Please
what?” he asked perversely, grinning as he slowly circled his finger
around her clit, manipulating the
surrounding flesh without actually touching the pearl itself, keeping her
teetering on the edge, frantic and desperate.
It was
pure torture and she gritted her teeth and stiffened her muscles in a losing
effort to
keep her climax at bay. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out
much longer. “Please let me come,” she
begged.
“I don’t
know.” Jesse tilted his head, appearing
to consider. As he did so, he began
tapping his thumb repeatedly against her clit, increasing her suffering a
hundred-fold.
Oh. My.
God! The breath shuddered from her lungs. Her muscles clenched so tight she feared
she‘d never get them to relax again. She
squirmed as her need to climax threatened to swallow her alive.
“Whaddya
think, Adam? Has she earned the right to
come?”
Sarah’s
beseeching gaze flew to her other tormenter, who gave her a sly smile as he
reached for her clamped breasts.
“Yeah. She’s been a pretty good
girl.”
“Then
come for us, Sarah,” Jesse toggled her
clit, Adam released the clips on her nipples, and she let out a shriek as her
orgasm hit her with the force of an avalanche, blasting through her, leveling
everything in its path. Her back arched
into a rigid bow as pleasure clenched her muscles so tight, she thought she
heard bones snapping. And while she was
still screaming and jerking about wildly, Jesse stood and unzipped his jeans,
freeing his iron-hard cock. Grabbing her
hips, he thrust into her, stroking savagely in and out until she came again,
her muscles clamping around him so tightly his eyes crossed.
And
again she came, with tremors so violent they rivaled a magnitude 10 earthquake,
even as Jesse spilled his seed deep inside her. He pulled out and Adam took his place until
he, too, climaxed, emptying himself inside her still-convulsing cunt. He remained deeply buried, rocking his hips
hard against her, letting the long, liquid pulls of her inner muscles milk
every last drop of come from his pumping cock.
There was so much it splatted onto the floor in thick, milky blobs. Finally, with a hoarse cry, he pulled out,
staggering backwards to collapse into the chair behind him, his hand still
stroking his dwindling cock, wet and slick with the combination of all their
juices.
Sarah
flopped back on the table, jerking like a spastic marionette, totally spent,
wondering desperately where all the oxygen had gone.
She was
dimly aware of Jesse scooping her up off the table and flopping into the
nearest chair with her straddling his lap, holding her close, crooning softly
in her ear. His voice came at her from a
great distance, gradually fading until there was nothing but silence. She had passed out.
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