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Tuesday, December 11, 2012

"Say Hello to FREE" Giveaway January 12-13

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From a reader review: "WOW! This was such a great read. Author Cassie Rae has taken horror and blended erotica together for one of the most unforgettable [stories] I have read this year. The Love scene and the surprising ending was one I never had expected. I still get shivers thinking about [it]."

Just a small-town girl, Beatrice wants nothing more than a good time with good friends...always intrigued by a stranger, and up for an adventure, Bee sets her sights on the mysterious dark writer who just slipped into town...

Read 3 excerpts below from SAY HELLO TO HONEY BEE

And just like that, helped along by some of her practiced country charm and a smattering of clever quips, Honey Bee had lured Mr. Terrance Shuler into her sticky-sweet trap. 

...Honey Bee’s tour of her well-kept home, with its various bee-motifed accents, was cleverly choreographed, ending conveniently at the guest bedroom, where a king-size bed fitted, underneath yellow and black bed clothes, with rubber sheets dominated the room in a caddy-corner position. Dark shades kept the room in constant night, broken by the sparkling nightlight that cast giant shadows on the clean maroon walls.  

...Bee upped the ante by grabbing his ass cheeks, burying her nails in them as she forced him toward her and deeper than even he intended to go. It took only three strokes of this, and Terrance was wailing full volume, an outcry that signaled his eruption. Bee pushed his hips back and opened her mouth wide, staring up at Terrance the way all the girls did in the porno movies, flicking her tongue on the head of his cock. Terrance tensed up like he was being electrocuted, and fired the first round of a steaming hot orgasm that hit Bee almost hard enough to sting. She giggled again, letting his vanilla-colored seed paint her face as her issue had painted his. As Terrance was coming, she caught sight of the little tattoo he had on his lower stomach; a skull in the middle of a spider web, like something a biker would wear, not a writer.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Mandrake Root ~ a work in progress

An excerpt from Mandrake Root by Cassie Rae~

Marielle had a fire pit prepared and waiting in the vast backyard that overlooked a murky pond. She produced an ancient-looking wooden box of matches and held it high, eyes closed. Tiffany felt awkward. The sight of Marielle in the moonlight was both unsettling and alluring.

Marielle drew a match and lit it on the first draw across the box. The flaring flame reflected in Marielle’e eyes as a sort of enticing madness. She dropped the match into the fire pit, where is seemed to extinguish. Yet a blue flame rose, slowly at first, but growing quickly, until it surrounded and embraced the sticks and chunks of gnarly wood that lay in a rough spiral within the pit.

Marielle unbuttoned her dress and stepped out of it. Tiffany gasped. The woman’s pert breasts and perfect hourglass shape belied that she was the mother of a teenage girl. Marielle summoned Tiffany to her side wordlessly. Tiffany stood before the taller woman expectantly, no longer feeling awkward or silly, but rather well aware of her own arcane feminine power.

Marielle unbuttoned the top button of Tiffany’s blouse and worked her way down. Tiffany wanted her to continue, but the older woman stepped back and pointed at the button of Tiffany’s jeans. Tiffany took the hint; she finished undressing as Marielle lifted a small wooden trunk with the same reverence with which she had regarded the match box.

Tiffany waited, her nipples tingling, while Marielle squatted and opened the box, from which she produced a small gleaming dagger. The dagger lay across her open hands when Marielle turned to Tiffany and offered it to her. Tiffany took it, holding it in the same manner.

Marielle next withdrew a strange root, not unlike a ginseng plant, with appendages that made it appear anthropomorphic, including a proportionately sizable little penis. Tiffany thought it was a weird stuffed doll until Marielle held it high, exposing it to the firelight. The strange woman hummed something softly, in a beautiful mesmerizing voice, then took a few steps around the pit –Tiffany felt like a construction worker, watching the graceful undulation of her hostess’ taut ass with envy and desire- until she came to a simple stone structure standing around three and a half feet high.