One quick note! Tonight at 8 PM CST,
I’ll be chatting live at Righteous Perverts!

Yes, another new release! I’ve barely had room to breathe this month so much is happening. Bitten in the Big Easy is a two-book anthology, with stories from Paisley Smith and myself. Yes, they’re lesbian romances, but even if that’s not your usual kind of read, you’ll be caught up in the drama. The sex is hot, but the stories are every bit as thrilling. The world our sisters Cissy and Elena live in is dark and filled with enemies. You won’t want to miss the first installment in the Femme Noir series!

Here’s an excerpt…but don’t read any further if you’re not 18 or older!

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Elena could only watch, shivering in terror. Those words reverberated in her mind.

First, I wish to play…

How many times had that phrase played inside her dreams as she’d relived the horror of her incarceration in Erzsébet’s palace? Most days she slept nude, atop the covers, because even a hint of restraint sent her deep into her nightmare. How did this woman, this human, know her weakness?

Think, think. You aren’t an animal. You are only at her mercy if you allow it.

How many times had she reassured herself with the same lie? And yet, she forced her breathing to slow, her heart to still. Whatever potion Cassia had used to paralyze her had worn off. Only a haze at the periphery of her vision remained, causing her sight to narrow to a tunnel. Would Cassia drug her again if she knew she’d recovered? If she banged against her cage, could she free herself in time?

Best to wait. What had she meant, there will only be one night? Did Cassia intend to kill her?

Not that Elena was afraid to die. She’d considered committing another terrible sin a few times during her long life. But the thought of dying now, not by her choice or hand, enraged her.

Some of her thoughts must have shown in her eyes.

Cassia stepped closer, slipping her hands between the flat iron slats to bracket Elena’s cheeks with her palms. She pressed so close her warm breaths gusted softly against Elena’s skin. As Elena drew in the hot, humid scent, her pussy grew engorged and her teeth sank into the hard rubber ball.

“Surrender to me, my beauty. There’s no need to fight. You want this. You want me.” Cassia came closer still, her lush mouth parting. The kisses she pressed on Elena’s face between the bars were soft and wet. Her tongue darted out to lick the sweat beading on her brow.

Anger and desire mixed with regret that the other woman’s tenderness was only a ploy. Tears pricked the backs of Elena’s eyes, but she refused to let them well. She blinked furiously, glaring all the while even though her body was beginning to melt.

How truly twisted am I? Sure, she feared the confinement but she was aware of the structure of the cage, of the opening behind her bottom. Memories of the horrific pleasures she’d enjoyed so long ago swam inside her mind while Cassia cupped her face like a child’s to reassure her.

Does she even know how to play this game? She growled, deep in her throat.

Cassia pulled away, amusement glittering in her golden eyes. “Is that fury or frustration? Shall I walk around to check for myself?”

This time, Elena didn’t care about the consequences; she rattled the cage, bouncing on her shins, bruising her back against the top of the cage while trying to unbend her legs to break the leashes binding her, but to no avail. Sweating and shivering, she at last calmed, only to discover a hand had slipped between the flat metal bars to cup her knee. Elena’s teeth bared, and the considered tearing into the hand so near her face, but Cassia slid her hand inside a little deeper and turned it to palm a breast.

Elena’s breath caught at the unexpected caress, then pain caused her breath to catch as a clamp pinched one distended nipple, delivering a delicious sting.

She was ready when the second one was applied. She stirred, bunching the muscles of her thighs, pushing up her ass in supplication because she knew the woman wasn’t done and Elena’s aroused body was ready for so much more.

Laughter tumbled around her. Low and sultry. Drawing more moisture from her channel until she felt the trickle drip across her clit and soak into her pubic hair.

Movement sounded beneath her—padding footsteps. She wished now she’d paid better attention to Cassia’s nude body to hold a crisper vision in her mind. Instead, she waited with fascinated dread for what would happen next.

She hadn’t been this vulnerable in ages. Although she’d sometimes played in dungeons, allowing human mates, men and women, to subdue her, she’d always known she still maintained control and how easily she could break free of her restraints. This cage was the one confinement she’d never mastered, and she’d both loved and hated her original captor for the lesson.

This time, with all her senses heightened, whether through the powder or the oils she smelled on Cassia’s hot skin, she was intensely, painfully aware of her peril. Which perversely excited her all the more.

Fleetingly, she wondered why she’d been taken. However, she wasn’t allowed time for more than a stray thought because already palms pressed against her buttocks, spreading her sex and her cheeks. A tongue entered her furrow, lapping between her engorged lips from her clit to her anus, pausing to circle the tiny entrance and prod it.

Her pussy clenched and liquid heat gushed from inside her.

A moan seeped around the ball gag, her tongue pushed against the nippled rubber, but her teeth and the strap kept it firmly in place. She wanted to rant, to chant a litany of curses—to beg for release because her body was shuddering.

When two fingers sank into her channel, she tightened around the digits, squeezing hard. The point of Cassia’s tongue poked into her tiny hole again and again, keeping time with the thrusts that swirled as they sank.

Too quickly, an orgasm built, causing her to jerk her buttocks as excitement flooded her body and sent a wave of icy-hot pleasure through her core. The tension wound tighter and tighter then snapped, sending her tumbling over the edge.

Fingers withdrew. The tongue lapped lazily between her cheeks and traveled lower to capture the fluids spilling from inside her.

When the warmth of hands and mouth departed, Elena slumped, tears filling her eyes.

The haze dissipated. Her vision was crystal clear. Her senses tuned again to the scents, smells and sounds surrounding her.

The woman wasn’t quite human. Or if she was, she was a witch and wrapped in protective magicks. It was the only way she could have gotten that close to trick her. Elena’s mind had been clouded with desire. A desire so strong it couldn’t have been natural.

She’d been lured from the start. And Cassia was going to kill her. That much she knew. Ironic, given that she’d planned the same fate for the bitch.