{{contact.first_name}}, new character art for Demon Boss!
Aug 23, 2024 4:01 pm
Happy Friday,
I can't tell you what a great weekend I had last week. The final two days of the RWAus conference were just as good as the Friday, including a very moving keynote speech by Elana Johnson on Sunday morning. I can't do it as well as she did, but I wanted to share, because her message was about the value of romance books.
So often our genre gets belittled or undervalued. We get told they're 'just kissing books' or laughed at because it's 'only smut'. And while that is a big part of what I love about what I write, and I don't think we should shy away from women's sexuality or expressions of sexual pleasure, romance is so much more than that.
Elana shared a beautiful message about romance's ability help heal our hurts and believe in our dreams that I wanted to share with you today. Why do we read romance, when we already know how it ends? We read because of the journey of healing we get to experience. Because we want to see two (or more) people who start out fundamentally broken, find healing and find it with each other. Because we want to believe for ourselves that it's possible.
That's sure as hell a HUGE part of why I write it and the most beautiful thing I get from it with every single book. So no, I don't JUST write kissing books, I do it proudly!
Ami xx
Sneak Peak!
I know you're hanging out for the release of Summoning my Grumpy Demon Boss. Me too! If you can stand the tease, I've got another snippet for you today. But be warned, this is NSFW! Plus check out the brand new character art on my Patreon (you can access even as a free member)
When I’m certain she’s asleep, I creep to the door of the guest room and open it carefully.
My eyes adjust instantly to the dark and I see her arranged a little more elegantly in bed than she was last night. Her right hand is tucked up under the pillow and her hair is half over her face. I want to brush it back, but I’m worried I’ll wake her.
If I haven’t broken every HR code ever written, what I’m about to do will dot that extra i. Rules? Ha! What rules?
Sneaking forward, I come to the very edge of the bed. Her soft breaths are the only sound punctuating the silence. Reaching out, I hold my hand right over her face, coaxing her thoughts from her, harvesting them while her guard is down.
Dreamers are the easiest to pluck. Dreams and desires get intermingled and they sit so close to the surface all I have to do is get near her. So much easier than when people are awake.
Immediately a tingle runs through my fingertips and up my arm. I’m buzzing with energy. Then the images begin.
I suck in a breath as I’m thrown headfirst into a scene. It’s been a long time since I found a sleeper this powerful. It’s such a rush it takes me a second to process where I am.
We’re back in Elodie’s apartment. In her dream anyway. It’s a lot cleaner in her dream than in real life.
One second we’re at the door, the next I’m backing her into her bedroom, while I strip her clothing off item by item.
I’m used to the way dreams skip forward and backward in time. Not following the logical pattern of waking life. I still stumble as the force of her desire washes through me making my cock spring to life.
Holy hell.
I dip my head to taste the skin of her neck as I fling her top somewhere behind us. Cinnamon, burnt sugar, and a hit of something more powerful than then any alcohol nearly bowls me over.
Next second we’re tumbling onto the bed and I’m tucked between those thighs praying for mercy.
Elodie wraps her legs around me and locks her ankles. She drags her nails up my shoulders around the hard ridges of the bony protrusions there and I’m fucking lost.
“You want this huh?” I rock my hips, grinding my swollen cock against her. She still has on tight leather look leggings which hug her curves and do nothing to stop my brain leaking slowly from the tip of my cock.
I have clothes on too. At least I did.
Next second we’re both fully naked. I groan as her wet heat almost engulfs me. My cock slides through folds wet enough to drown a human man.
Fucking fuck.
I need to get a grip here.
I didn’t come here to rail her. I came here to find out what she wants most so I can give it to her. Only, those things seem to be one and the same and I’m quickly getting my wires crossed trying to figure out where the line is here between satisfying her and taking advantage.
Finally exerting some self-control, I rein things in a little. We’re back to semi-clothed. At least that puts a small barrier between my cock and the closest to heaven it’s ever going to get.
I groan as the memory causes a flicker in the magic and for one more sweet second I’m nestled all wet and warm right at her naked pussy.
She wants it alright.
Or is that me?
Dream Elodie pouts up at me. “Azeroth, please.”
I put our clothes back, but it’s too hard to resist grinding just a little.
She moans. “Please.”
“Oh I know you want it, sweet thing. What else do you want? Show me all the things, beautiful.”
A flash and we’re in the same room. This time she’s on her hands and knees and my cock is in my hand. I’m a breath away from sliding into her.
I tighten my hand on her hip and suck in a breath.
This is not going the way a dream harvest normally goes. That’s an understatement. I’m used to being in control.
“No, gorgeous, not in the bedroom. Show me what you want from a boyfriend. Show me how to please you.”
Those were the wrong words.
Immediately we’re in a dark corridor of a busy club. The music is thumping and sounds of dancers from a few feet away mingle with the bass and the awareness of so many bodies so close together. They’re only dream people or the lust and greed would give me a burst of energy. Right now it’s all I can do to stay on my feet since I’ve got Elodie pinned up against the wall and her mouth locked on mine. Her leg is hooked around my hips while my finger is deep inside her wet heat.
Oh fuck.
Abort. I need to get out. There’s nothing useful for me here. Her lust is too strong.
Only she writhes against my hand, begging for me to make her come. It’s only a dream.
She won’t remember it in the morning. Or if she does, she won’t realize for me it’s real.
Not sure why I’m feeling guilty as I curl my finger until she moans. As I enjoy the way her clutch on my collar tightens and her breath hitches.
How can I leave her like this?
“That’s right, beautiful,” I murmur next to her ear. “I’m going to satisfy that need now. We’ll talk about the others in the morning.”
“Promise?” Is she lucid? Does she remember the other scenes I left unfulfilled? Impossible.
“Yes, that’s right,” I croon. “You’re going to get everything you want. Starting with a juicy orgasm right here on my fingers.”
I add a second, pumping her faster. I have to smother her cry with my hand when I find her clit with my thumb. Not that any of the people dancing in the club are real, but right now she thinks they are and it might kill her orgasm if someone walks in on us. I nudge her mind with a little magic just to make sure.
Her little body quivers around my fingers.
So damn sweet.
God, the power of her need makes my head spin. I’m thrumming with energy and I haven’t even given her the dream of what she wants.
I work her right up until the edge. When she’s whimpering, full lips parted and thick brows furrowed, I lean in and whisper against her ear, “Come for me, sweet thing.”
I send a spark of magic all the way through her center.
Her back arches. She grabs my neck.
Her pussy flutters around my fingers and she does exactly as she’s told.
She’s beautiful coming all over my hand. She leaves a slick mess when she’s done.
I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth. I can’t resist a little taste. Instant sweetness is followed by a rich musk that makes my head spin. Oh dangerous indeed.
I stumble from the dream and out of the guest room where Elodie lies sleeping.
And yes I lick my fingers one more time when I collapse onto my bed with a throbbing cock. Am I crazy or do they still taste like her?
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