A teaser from Party
Girl by Ayla Ruse
Soul Debt #2
Changeling Press
Erotic, BDSM, Dark
Fantasy
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link http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2002
Book Blurb
Santos,
a Collection demon from Hell, finds himself drawn to a human. He doesn't want
to corrupt Erin, he simply wants her, but he doesn't understand how humans
interact. As he tries to blend in, his demon partner tricks Erin into bartering
her soul.
When
the time comes for Erin to regain her lost soul, Santos is chosen as her debt
collector. He is bound by rules, yet he finagles options. One choice will
corrupt her soul forever, but the other choice could spell her death.
Caught
up in a situation neither wanted, Santos and Erin form a bond with one another,
but will this be enough for them to survive and find love?
Excerpt-any heat rating and no longer than 500 words
"Hello, Erin." He grinned, but it wasn't as welcoming as
she'd expected. He seemed grim. Determined.
"Your year is up," he explained in his deep voice, stepping over the threshold. "It's time to repay your debt." He shut the door behind him and stroked her cheek. He ran a rough thumb across her lips before tilting her chin back. "Remember."
His word was a command and worked as a key to a hidden lock inside herself. Those flittering, dark memories poured through her and she remembered. Everything.
Santos. Nirvana. Sex. A contract. Popularity.
He gazed at her as if expecting her to say more. Erin remembered now how they'd set the contract up, and her body trembled with desire. They'd... she and Nirvana had... Santos had... Images of hot sex and warm flesh flashed in front of her. Yes, that had been the most amazing sexual experience ever. Why hadn't she remembered any of this before now? She looked into Santos' eyes and felt herself falling into the dark depths there. He wanted her to accept what she remembered and, probably, what would come. Amazing.
"Erin. Are you ready to begin repaying your debt?"
"Yes, Santos..."
He didn't drop his eyes from hers, and forced her to walk backward toward the den. The loud music added to her growing excitement. Her pussy throbbed and her panties grew wet with every brush of his body against hers.
"My room is --"
She never got a chance to tell him anything else because he stopped and twirled her around. Her leg bumped the counter separating the dining room from the den, and she reached out to keep from falling over.
Without warning, he grabbed the neckline at the back of her emerald dress and yanked. Her dress split completely in half. She shuddered, but stood motionless under his command. He pushed the dress off her body and stripped off her bra and panties. He left her in thigh highs and heels, then pushed her down over the counter.
Realizing his intent, Erin shoved bowls of chips, dip and finger foods out of the way as his large hands held her down. Bowls crashed to the floor, and bits of food that had been knocked over found themselves smeared over her belly and chest.
With wide eyes, she stared at the other people; these friends of hers, in her home, and for a brief moment, felt an exhilaration such as she'd never known.
"You'd damn well better be wet," Santos warned, seconds before he lined his cock up to her pussy and slammed into her.
"Your year is up," he explained in his deep voice, stepping over the threshold. "It's time to repay your debt." He shut the door behind him and stroked her cheek. He ran a rough thumb across her lips before tilting her chin back. "Remember."
His word was a command and worked as a key to a hidden lock inside herself. Those flittering, dark memories poured through her and she remembered. Everything.
Santos. Nirvana. Sex. A contract. Popularity.
He gazed at her as if expecting her to say more. Erin remembered now how they'd set the contract up, and her body trembled with desire. They'd... she and Nirvana had... Santos had... Images of hot sex and warm flesh flashed in front of her. Yes, that had been the most amazing sexual experience ever. Why hadn't she remembered any of this before now? She looked into Santos' eyes and felt herself falling into the dark depths there. He wanted her to accept what she remembered and, probably, what would come. Amazing.
"Erin. Are you ready to begin repaying your debt?"
"Yes, Santos..."
He didn't drop his eyes from hers, and forced her to walk backward toward the den. The loud music added to her growing excitement. Her pussy throbbed and her panties grew wet with every brush of his body against hers.
"My room is --"
She never got a chance to tell him anything else because he stopped and twirled her around. Her leg bumped the counter separating the dining room from the den, and she reached out to keep from falling over.
Without warning, he grabbed the neckline at the back of her emerald dress and yanked. Her dress split completely in half. She shuddered, but stood motionless under his command. He pushed the dress off her body and stripped off her bra and panties. He left her in thigh highs and heels, then pushed her down over the counter.
Realizing his intent, Erin shoved bowls of chips, dip and finger foods out of the way as his large hands held her down. Bowls crashed to the floor, and bits of food that had been knocked over found themselves smeared over her belly and chest.
With wide eyes, she stared at the other people; these friends of hers, in her home, and for a brief moment, felt an exhilaration such as she'd never known.
"You'd damn well better be wet," Santos warned, seconds before he lined his cock up to her pussy and slammed into her.
Author bio and links
Handed a
historical romance at the age of twelve, Ayla Ruse fell in love with love and
with happy endings. Having grown up
living life tasting a little of this and a little of that has not changed this
attitude, but it’s expanded her views.
Love isn’t always happy and it isn’t always the way a person “thinks it
should be.” Sometimes it’s outside the
box, and it’s always a challenge.
The challenge of
finding and holding onto this love is what drives Ayla in her fiction. She likes stories that strip love – among
other things - down to the skin and tests the attachment and beliefs of the
participants. Sometimes that test can
come in the form of multiple partners, overcoming a desperate fear or even
being sexually inventive.
Ayla is currently
published with Changeling Press and with Total E-Bound. You can contact her
through any of the following:
Website: http://www.aylaruse.com
Blog: http://aylaruse.blogspot.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ayla.ruse
Twitter: @aylaruse
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4819758.Ayla_Ruse
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