Wicked Wednesday #289 — Neighbors

Eliza hoped their neighbors—well the other people on their hotel room floor did not hear everything that had happened in their room. Oscar held her hand, as they walked down the hall and she felt like a teenager. It was such a sweet gesture for him to hold her hand, but everything that had happened on their hotel bed was not so sweet.

Their lovemaking had been raw, and every emotion they had every felt was expressed through it. The way he held her that said: if not always, right now you are mine. The way that she relaxed against him as if to say, am home. There was nothing gentle or quiet about their emotions.

Oscar almost pulled her down the hall, and the loud click clack of her heels through it was sure to rouse what neighbors had not already heard them in the hotel room. He pulled her into a stairwell and reminiscent of their time in Shanghai, he kissed her like their lives depended on it.

And at that moment it did.

She searched his body with her hands as if for a fever, and she panted when she pulled away from their kiss. He turned her face up to his,

“There’s no rush. I am here.”

She melted under his kisses after, the wall felt like summer and she could see it melt around her like she could see the heat rise from the grid on a summer day in the city.

They were on fire.

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Masturbation Monday No. 171 — Fear

Sabrina looked at Harry with cautious eyes. They had never had a fight before, and she was not sure that he fought fair.

She was not even sure what the fight was about.

He looked at her with dark eyes, and she wondered if he would get violent and then she wondered if she even knew him at all.

“Look,”she started shakily. “I am not even sure what is going on here. What are you mad about?”

Harry stood up, and she watched him move with the animal grace he did as he turned and looked at her.

“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing.”

She stood in front of him, and he pulled her close to him.

“Why can’t I stop thinking about you? I rushed here to get back to you. I could barely do my work because I was thinking about you.” Harry kissed her forehead.

“I missed you,” Sabrina squeaked. “I missed you so much it made it hard to do anything and everyone kept asking me where you were.”

“And what did you tell them?”

“That you were not with me.”

He pressed her to the wall, and she looked up at him liking the shining darkness in his eyes. He kissed her neck and he knew that was her hunger spot and she tilted her neck so he could kiss her more. He squeezed her breast, and she caressed his should blade and dug her nails into him the more he amplified her pleasure.

He pulled her closer, and she wrapped her legs about him. Between her legs so wet, warm against his body and she knew why they were fighting, and it was worth it.

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The Prison of Angels by Janine Ashbless is out — aka more Egan!!!

You know when you have a crush on a character? First let me say that Janine Ashbless is a magician, this series is so compelling and more time for me to spend with my crush, Egan! Janine has been very kind to interview him for me and yeah, I am swooning! Come spend some time with me, Janine and Egan–and of course get the book if you have not already!!!

Janine Ashbless: Today I’m here with Egan Kansky, one of the two main men in my new novel, The Prison of the Angels. Egan is a renegade priest-slash-trained-killer working for a secret agency within the Vatican, and his rival in love is a fallen angel; they’re both after my heroine Milja. Hello Egan – you’re looking good!

Egan: Sure, thanks. I think.

JA: I mean, at the end of the previous book, In Bonds of the Earth, you were literally dying.

Egan [coldly]: I got better.

JA: Roshana had beaten seven shades of hell out of you, hadn’t she? Smashed both your legs. Broke a bunch of ribs.

Egan: Nephilim are deadly dangerous. And they only get worse after you kill their bodies. That’s how you end up with demons.

JA: But Milja dealt with her. She told you how, I presume?

Egan: She did. She’s incredibly resourceful, is Milja. And brave. And loyal — in her own way… Sure, I’d have left the Big Guy to rot, in her position. But she went back for him, despite the odds.

JA: You make a good couple, you two. And you’ve let slip to her how you feel about her, at last. Yay! You’ve told her twice, in fact; you just don’t remember the first time.

Egan. Ah … that wasn’t smart of me. We both know that it can’t happen.

JA: Funny how it keeps happening, then. You just can’t stay away from her, can you? Can’t keep your hands off her, either. We know what happened in that lodge in Norway last night!

Egan [looks uncomfortable]: I never said I was a good man. Just the opposite, actually.

JA: Yeah… I remember last time we talked. But, for the record, I want to tell you I enjoyed writing your sex scenes even more than I did those for fallen angel Azazel. In this love triangle I’m sort of on your side, to my amazement.

Egan: What do you mean?

JA: I know Azazel’s technically better-looking, ‘cause he’s an angel, and he’s like this non-stop sex-machine, and he’s even sort of sweet in his murderous Baphomety way…

Egan: Is this your idea of a pep-talk?

JA: But you — Wow. You are so complicated! You are a mess of contradictions, and you’ve got these layers and layers of half-lies and denial and really serious kink and darkness under a shell of “nice”. I’ve just loved finding out about you! You’re like a puzzle that I’ve had to solve while writing the trilogy. And every time you get close to Milja it’s, like, more agony and anguish for you! It’s really hot, from my point of view.

Egan: You’re a bit of a sadist, aren’t you, Ashbless?

JA: And don’t you respond well to that! Come on, Egan — you love it when Milja pushes you to the edge. It drives you nuts when you’re constrained and out of control. I mean, if we look back to the first book, Cover Him with Darkness, that very first time you met Azazel…

Egan: Whoa. We are not going there!

JA: Oh, we’re going further than that, lovely boy. I’ve got a scene lined up for the three of you that’ll send you to the edge and beyond. It’s going to break you, Egan. Don’t panic; you’ll thank me for it afterward.

Egan [through gritted teeth]: Oh, I really doubt that.

JA: You will. Because I’ve got to break you to make you open up to Milja. To tell her the thing that you’ve been hiding from her all this time.

Egan: You mean … about the other archangel? Rome?

JA: No. I mean about you. I mean that. You’re going to give up your secrets, Egan. Even the worst one in your heart. Because you can’t really love her until you trust her.

Egan: Please, no…

JA: C’mon. You know how I love it when you beg. [laughs] Brace yourself Egan — it’s got to get worse before it gets better…

The Prison of the Angels, the final novel in the Book of the Watchers trilogy, and the story of a young woman who releases a fallen angel from centuries of imprisonment, is now available from Sinful Press.

“When there’s war in Heaven, on which side will you stand?”

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Book 1: Cover Him with Darkness

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“Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code, only much better written and with much more sexiness involved.”


“Oh it’s incredible. I love this series and the final book is a masterpiece.”

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Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure – and that’s “fantasy” in the sense of swords ‘n’ sandals, contemporary paranormal, fairytale, and stories based on mythology and folklore. She likes to write about magic and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.

Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000, and her novels and single-author collections now run into double figures. She’s also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and Ellora’s Cave, among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica anthology Geek Love.




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Wicked Wednesday #288 — Whispers

There had been whispers, but it was face to face with Oscar that it was confirmed.

“So Polly and I have broken up again.” he stated.

Eliza looked at him with soft eyes across from the table, while she sipped a glass of Barolo.

“How do you feel about it?” she queried.

He ran his hands through his hair.

“I do not know, it is not the first time, and we have done it so much that it feels like we could be back together too…but for now broken up.”

“I am sorry,” Eliza lowered her eyes.

“How is Terrence?”

“Fine, Rafe too of course.”

Oscar nodded.

Hearing that he was single again made something leap in her. Which was not a surprise, it was Oscar after all, and they had been a big thing.

“What are you going to do now?” she questioned, looking in his eyes. “Are you going to spend some alone time? Or time trying to figure out what to do next?”

It was moments later, as she looked at her cell phone and was glad there were no meetings she had missed…it was then that she looked at the bottle of Barolo beside the bed, and reached for Oscar.

It had been such a long tome, that she never even thought it was possible again that they would be like this. But when he took her hand as she tried to reach him and pulled her for a kiss and was on top of her again as she was semi dressed, Eliza smiled at serendipity.

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Masturbation Monday No. 170–I Miss You

Sabrina had not expected it, because she had not had to do it the entire time they were together, but…

She missed Harry, he was out of town for a few days and she missed him so much.

But she would not tell him.

She pretended like she did not care, even went to both bars near them without him—where he? she was asked about him and she stated the obvious.

He was not there.

When he texted her, she cradled her phone like she would cradle his face before a kiss and stared at it like it was magic.

How are you?

Good, you?



She typed a smiley face because she did not want to make this more than it was. Him asking her how she was.

Then on her screen:

Do you miss me?

Do you miss me?

And it was obvious. When he came back from the airport, and showed up at her door. She jumped up and wrapped her legs about him. He held her bottom, and she rubbed herself against him to say I miss you.

Her silent I miss you turned into kisses, and a slow blow job. Slow to savor his thighs, the muscles in them, the sound of his breath varying as she made him vary his breath. I miss you turned into kisses on his knees, fingers trailing inside his thighs and resisting putting her mouth on him like trying to hold back her own orgasm.

The pleasure was the same, his pleasure was hers. She fluttered her eyes, her lashes brushing his shaft and balls before she placed him in her mouth like the cherry on top.

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Wicked Wednesday #287 — Muse

Today is the last day of NaNoWriMo, and I am following my muse. So here is a retro post of when Eliza and Terrence first got together…

Eliza pressed her hand to her head.

Life was wilder than fiction…she could not have made any of this up. She rolled from side to side on the bed, at first not sure literally where she was–

–in bed.

–or where she was…

…in Paris.

She loved Paris, but she had not been excited about this trip. Aside from all of the things that were going on in her personal life with Rafe and Oscar, she was less than thrilled about her traveling companion.

The new guy in her department had rubbed her the wrong way as soon as she met him. He was far too cocky, and did not mesh with anyone in her department. He was abrupt with her, and she was his boss. She had not wanted to go with him, but he was hired because he had contacts in France, and they wanted to expand outside of Paris. Plus his French was impeccable.

On the plane there, they sat side by side. Eliza pressed her head to the window, and felt the new guy fall asleep on her shoulder. She wanted to push him off of her, but she figured he was asleep. She reread texts that she and Oscar had exchanged. Oscar mentioned Polly, and that was almost too much for her to bear.

As work colleagues, the new guy was spectacular. In and out of meetings, he was spectacular. And then there were the awkward interactions between them, when they were not in meetings. Eliza would stare at her phone, and the new guy would sit across from her.

“You should dump that guy…”

Eliza looked up at him.


“You keep staring at your phone frowning. I know that look, you should dump the guy.”

She picked up her phone, and walked out onto the terrace. The new guy followed her.

“Don’t jump!”

Eliza rolled around on her bed, and felt as if she was burned when she rolled into his body.

It was the new guy, and he was still asleep. She swallowed as she watched him. This truth was far stranger than fiction…

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Masturbation Monday No. 169 — A Crowded Train

Sabrina could not help but grin when she saw Harry waiting for outside of her work building. They had not realized that they worked so close together. They met a lot at the neighborhood bar after work, but this time they were going to ride the train home together and then go to the bar.

On the subway, the train was so crowded, that their bodies were pressed together. The announcement came on about how a crowded subway was no excuse for an improper touch. But what if you wanted an improper touch, Sabrina thought as their bodies crushed together. She looked in Harry’s eyes, and they pressed closer together because more and more people came onto the train and they literally had no choice but to press closer and closer to each other. Then there was an announcement that there was a signal delay. Their bodies pressed together, and Sabrina could feel her nipples pressing against the lace cups of her bra and against Harry’s chest. She was not close enough to feel if he was excited about how close they were pressed together, but she kept moving closer to him and he wrapped his arm about her when the train unexpectedly charged forward without any warning. His hand lingered on her waist, and splayed over the top of one cheek through her coat. People filtered out of the train, but they did not move any further away from each other. They stood pressed together by the door, and people walked around them.

When they got to their stop, they still clung to one another and went to the bar. Bypassing the bar itself, they went to the bathroom still clinging to one another. Harry kissed her neck inside the violet scented room, as he released one hard nipple from its lace cup and Sabrina sighed deeply.

It had been a long train ride.

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Wicked Wednesday #286 — Page 69

Eliza’s finger slipped off of page 69 in her novel, when Terrence kissed her shoulder. He wanted to cook for her, and would not let her lift a finger to help him. Looked like he would threaten her if she tried to.

He took her hand, and walked her to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair for her to sit. He watched her eat with such intensity, that she stopped.

“What? Is this laced with arsenic?”

She raised her hands to her throat. Terrence leaned in closer to her, and then wrapped his arms about her.

“I love you.”

Eliza kissed him. The leftover taste of the meal he had prepared, accents of garlic and pepper and other seasonings seasoned their kiss.

She was pretty sure her kiss said I love you, but she whispered against his neck.

“I love you.”

The day was love, it was a day of love. Terrence got whatever he wanted for the day, whatever he wanted.

He wanted her how she wanted to be. Naked for a bit, in one of his shirts for a spell and under him for a lot of it.

And Eliza got what she wanted for the day, and she was thankful.

Thankful for love.

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Masturbation Monday No. 168 — Lovers

Sabrina wandered into the bar on shaky high-heeled legs. Seeing the glass of Montepulciano by Harry’s hand, made her tremble all the more.

This time instead of trying to avoid each other they were purposely planning to meet at the bar that they had gone to, to avoid each other.

It was almost like making a date, even though they were so past that by now. They had done so much together already. But this was actually planning to see each other and—and whatever happened after that on a Friday night…

She sat beside him, and he placed his hand on her thigh which still had the remnant of a quiver. His hand on her thigh calmed her a bit surprisingly, and his kiss on her jaw made her feel different than his usual kisses.

She felt like his.

Sabrina had no idea where this relationship was headed. They did not talk about a future or love. But they were spending more and more time together, and something was happening more than what they had started as…

She placed her hand over his, and placed her head on his shoulder. He made more of a nook for her, and ran his fingers absently through her hair. Sabrina moved her head from his shoulder, and took a sip of her wine.

“Hey,” she said, breaking the silence between them.

“Hey,” he smiled, and his smile melted her.

Their conversation was soft. They were getting to know each other.

Trying to remember each other, asking questions. Making comments about things that they had mentioned before. Showing that they were listening to each other.

He listened to her while she talked about something mundane that had happened that day, and she was oddly aroused. Being the center of his attention was a turn on.

She sipped her wine slowly, and some dribbled down her chin. His finger was there to wipe it like a human napkin. He put his finger in his mouth after, and sucked slowly.

He aroused her almost unconscious, as he put the tip down for their glasses of wine and put his arm about her waist. Sabrina happily let Harry lead her.

This time to his apartment.

“I missed you.” he said simply.

“Me too.”

Even though they had woken up together that morning, it had felt like forever until she got to the bar and now. Now felt like something stolen.

On her back, he held her hands so she did not thrash so much while he went down on her. He searched for her, and found her and she could not stay still. She was pretty sure she was unconscious, or in some other state of mental disarray. His tongue soft and eager, thrust and circled her. She tasted blood because she bit down on her lip so hard. His might have made her lower body still, but she was wild above her waist as he kissed her hard between her legs.

She was unconscious for a moment, and then she came to and knew it was not the sensation but the emotion that was driving her.

She was falling in love with Harry.

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Wicked Wednesday #285 — Geography

Terrence’s eyes were slit, the tiny pathway between wake and sleep was narrow, but the geography of Eliza’s body was with him on either side. His knowledge of every part of her was stained in his conscious and subconscious. His lips were swollen from kiss after kiss, underscoring how much he had missed her. The taste on his tongue was of the now soft, dewy patch that was triangular in the juncture between her hips. He reached for that soft spot, even as her breath deepened. Further up, he sought the roses along her ribcage, and let his fingers dip along the bones there.

He moved his hand from her, and then reached for the damp nape of her neck. He had used her well. Every bit of her, he had needed to touch every bit of her. Not that he had forgotten a thing, but that he wanted to seal his memory of each bit.

It had only been a few days since they had seen each other, but the hunger was like something in a movie. It had a sound, breath and need that surpassed anything that he could imagine.

She turned on her side, uncovered, completely bare to his gaze and comfortable in her skin. His heavy eyes fell, she had used him quite well too, his body was heavy from lovemaking and he wanted to rest. Closed eyed, he wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her damp nape, her sweet sweat and desired nothing else.

The hunger now sated would return, but for now, she was in his arms again.

She was his.

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