The Queen of Happy Endings

Hello friends,

I hope you're all feeling as fabulous as I am. I'm on spring break from teaching and have been utterly inspired the last few days.  I thought I would share an excerpt from my work in progress, The Queen of Happy Endings, about a massage therapist who meets her match through an ad on Craigslist.  Oh, did I mention that Dominic, her lover, just happens to be a bloodthirsty vampire? 

XOXOXO

Annalynne

Excerpt from The Queen of Happy Endings:

          Calliope didn’t have much time to flush out the evil plot against her best friend. Before long, seven o’clock rolled around and she heard the doorbell ring. The familiar flutter of butterflies swirled around in her stomach. Her palms began to sweat as nerves got the better of her, over-stimulated by fantasies of what was to come. She sat in the chair by the massage table, listening as Beau and Dominic exchange pleasantries. As soon as she heard his voice, her womb clenched as it readied itself for his sensual assault.

            Dominic entered the room and right away started to undress. His gaze locked on Calliope. She stared back. Her lover’s eyes danced from left to right, mimicking the shape of her voluptuous curves in a standoff of unbridled sexual intent. Calliope’s mouth went dry and she licked her parched lips, letting him know that she was starved. Desperate for his touch.

            Dominic let out a feral growl, then reached for her, yanking her to his side. Suddenly, Calliope knew that a massage was the last thing on his mind. Without preamble, his mouth descended on hers, their tongues dueling in a fierce, hedonistic battle of wits. Dominic jerked the robe off her shoulders and released the clasp of her bra, then shoved her back against the massage table.

Calliope watched his brown orbs shift, changing colors before her eyes. While his mouth continued its invasion, she felt his fangs protract. Inadvertently, they grazed the ridge of her lower lip. She tasted blood and felt Dominic’s nails dig into the flesh on her shoulders. He ripped off her panties and tossed them to the ground, then grabbed his cock by its base, rubbing the head up and down Calliope’s slick entrance.

“Dom, please. Fuck me!” Her hoarse voice whispered into his chest.

His movements ceased. His shaft remained pressed firm against her throbbing clitoris as if contemplating her request. “No need to rush, baby. We can take it slow. I’ve got all night.”

“No,” Calliope protested, pushing against his cock until her folds parted like a flower in bloom. “I can’t wait. I need to feel you inside me. Now!”

Dominic didn’t seem to need any further incentive. He thrust inside her, his shaft buried to the hilt. His balls slapped against her plump ass over and over, the sound ringing in her ears. At the same time, he raised his head and captured her ripe areola into the recesses of his hot, wet mouth.

Calliope screamed as the suction from his lips made her pussy convulse, releasing a torrent of spasms that set fire to her libido. Her entire body shook as a raging inferno inside her body burned out of control. After several minutes the affects began to subside. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the table, completely drained of energy.

****

            From the slight crack in the doorway, Beau had seen everything. He heard his best friend’s cries of pleasure and watched Dom pummel her with his cock. With one hand, Beau made a fist, shoving his hand in his mouth in order to keep from moaning out loud. The other hand was busy stroking his rock-hard erection. His eyes were glued to the two lovers, unable to look away. Although when he saw Calliope’s body quiver under Dom’s masterful touch, he couldn’t help but join in on the festivities.

            Beau cracked the door open wide and passed the threshold, careful to walk on the balls of his feet so that he wouldn’t startle them. Calliope’s back was against the massage table, her eyes shut tight. Dominic spied him first from the corner of his eye, but continued to work his member at a quick, even tempo inside her pussy. When he made it to the edge of the table, Beau put his finger to his lips, urging the vampire to remain silent.





Reading Romances Drinking and Winning Blog Hop

Welcome to the Drinking and Winning Blog Hop. Woo hoo!!!  Let the festivities begin. So sit back, relax, and enjoy a scrumptious Pomegranate Martini. I'm also giving away a copy of my new release, Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin, a naughty fairy tale published by Evernight Publishing.



Annalynne's Kick-Ass Pomegranate Martini Recipe:

Servings: Serves 2

Ingredients

•                        1 1/2 cups pomegranate juice

•                       2 ounces Absolute Citron vodka or white tequila

•                       1 ounce Cointreau liquor

•                        Cup of ice

  

•                        Splash of sparkling water (optional)

                                  

•                        Squeeze of lemon (optional)

Directions

  

Shake ingredients in a shaker and put in chilled martini glasses. Put pomegranate fruit into glass as garnish.

 

Now, kick up your heels and enjoy an excerpt from Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin.

Excerpt:

“Betsy, you may be dismissed,” Aleksander said to the

governess. As soon as the older woman disappeared out of sight, he

advanced on Katarina. He lifted her hand and laid a kiss on her limber

wrist. He stepped back, then twirled her around as if on the floor of a

ballroom. She pirouetted twice before he stopped her. Aleksander

clutched her hip with an unyielding grip and pulled her against his

strong, athletic build, his erection flush against her thigh. Katarina’s

fingers automatically grasped his broad shoulders to keep from

falling. At the same time, he inclined his head to whisper in her ear. “I

make it a habit to treat my guests well. As long as they deliver what is

expected.”

It was obvious Aleksander wasn’t talking about her work on

the spinning wheel. Katarina cleared her throat and stepped backward

toward the bed. Her captor pursued her, his intent clearly sexual. She

picked up the gold fabric she had woven and whirled around to face

him. “Here is the textile you asked me to weave,” she said, anything

to distract him from his mission to seduce her.

He took a brief gander at the material, then turned his attention

back to Katarina. This time, so close she could smell the brandy on his

breath. "Very nice. But that's not the only reason I brought you to

my estate,” he said as he cornered her body between the wall and the

bedpost. She had nowhere to run. No place to hide from the onslaught

of his desire. “I need to taste you.”

Suddenly his mouth descended upon her sensitive skin,

leaving a trail of kisses behind her earlobe and down the slender

column of her throat. His fiery-hot tongue ignited a blazing inferno

along her untouched flesh. Katarina moaned and draped her languid

arms over his well-defined shoulders to keep her balance. She

suddenly felt weak. Light-headed. Ready to pass out. She had to

speak up, before she lost her nerve. “Please, Mr. Othman. If you have

any respect for my honor, stop this madness!”

Aleksander drew back and stared at her, his decisiveness

unwavering. His eyes wandered to her breasts for only a moment,

before he yanked on the lace fabric of her bodice, revealing her achy,

swollen bosom. One cherry-red nipple peeked its head out of her

corset. A draft hit her exposed skin and sent a chill up her spine. It

was enough to cause her nipple to bead expectantly, begging for his

eager caress. Katarina whimpered as his thumb grazed the tip. Heat

exploded between her thighs, and liquid from her womb drizzled

down the inside of her leg.

“No need to worry your pretty little head, Katarina. We’re just

having a bit of fun. I plan to leave you fully intact. At least for

tonight.” Without warning, he turned her in his arms and pressed her

lithe curves flat against the stone wall. He nudged her legs apart,

lifted her gown, and delicately removed the matching red panties he’d

left for her earlier. Each stroke was purposeful. Each movement

precise and deliberate as if unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning.

Then he stepped away and gawked at her nakedness. Katarina

watched him out of the corner of her eye. His mouth gaped open,

saliva forming in the hollows of his lips in preparation for an all-out

invasion. Katarina could feel his gaze focused on her rear, on the

delicate flesh of her womanhood that glistened in the early morning

sunlight.

Aleksander extended his index finger and slid it over her

heated nub, down her thigh and over her round bottom, collecting the

sweet nectar that pooled in the crevice between the two. Katarina

writhed in his arms. Her knees grew weak. Aleksander seemed to

relish her enthusiastic response. He lifted his finger to his lips to savor

Katarina’s unique flavor. He leaned his forehead against her back and

groaned. “Hmm. Just as succulent as I dreamed.”

Katarina leveraged her sweat-soaked body against the cool

pavers plastered to the wall. She took in deep inhalations of air to

calm her battered nerves. “Sir, why are you doing this?” she asked.

“Because I can.” With his forehead still pressed between her

shoulder blades, he let out a wicked laugh. His heated breath glided

across her prickly skin. A moment later, he slipped her dress and

undergarments back into place and stepped away. He snatched up the

gold material laid across the foot of the bed and bolted to the door.

“Now get back to your work at the spinning wheel. I have business to attend to in Berlin. But I shall return in a matter of days to check on

your progress. And if you’re a good little slave, I’ll reward you with a

night of pleasure the likes of which your virtuous flesh could never

imagine. Even in your wildest dreams.”

Buy Links:

Evernight Publishing:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rendezvous-with-rumpelstiltskin-by-annalynne-russo/

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Rendezvous-Rumpelstiltskin-Naughty-Fairy-ebook/dp/B007IOGZMI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1332685631&sr=8-1

Annalynne's Website:  http://www.vampirescribe.com/ 

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A Romp-Rousing Tale of Sexual Titillation

    

     In October 2011, my debut novel was released by Evernight Publishing. The characters I created were strong and memorable, the plot multi-layered, and the sex was super hot! Needless to say, I was rather pleased with my initial attempt at writing romantic fiction. However, if there was one thing I wanted to improve upon in subsequent work, it was the editing process. As an inexperienced writer, the first go-around was a bit of a daunting task.

     For my follow up novella, the plot development and submission to my publisher flowed rather seamlessly. What else could a newly-published author have asked for? A persistent editor who stuck to her guns.

     Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin started out as semi-tame Level 3 fairy tale adaptation. With a string of sexual innuendos and steamy interludes, the chemistry between the hero and heroine was off the charts. Just not raunchy enough to pass snuff with my tenacious and talented editor, Karyn White. (Shout out to Karyn…you’re amazing!!)

     After a few days hemming and hawing over whether to rev up the kink factor in the story, I finally capitulated. The result was a rump-rousing experience the likes of which I, nor my virginal heroine, Katarina, ever could have imagined.

     The following excerpt is a scene between Katarina and the ruthless warlord holding her captive. It sets the stage for my taboo-filled tale of sexual titillation. Be warned: anal sex, forced seduction, and a mind-blowing ménage à trios are soon to unfold.

Excerpt - Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin

“Betsy, you may be dismissed,” Aleksander said to the

governess. As soon as the older woman disappeared out of sight, he

advanced on Katarina. He lifted her hand and laid a kiss on her limber

wrist. He stepped back, then twirled her around as if on the floor of a

ballroom. She pirouetted twice before he stopped her. Aleksander

clutched her hip with an unyielding grip and pulled her against his

strong, athletic build, his erection flush against her thigh. Katarina’s

fingers automatically grasped his broad shoulders to keep from

falling. At the same time, he inclined his head to whisper in her ear. “I

make it a habit to treat my guests well. As long as they deliver what is

expected.”

It was obvious Aleksander wasn’t talking about her work on

the spinning wheel. Katarina cleared her throat and stepped backward

toward the bed. Her captor pursued her, his intent clearly sexual. She

picked up the gold fabric she had woven and whirled around to face

him. “Here is the textile you asked me to weave,” she said, anything

to distract him from his mission to seduce her.

He took a brief gander at the material, then turned his attention

back to Katarina. This time, so close she could smell the brandy on his breath. "very nice. But that's not the only reason I brought you to

my estate,” he said as he cornered her body between the wall and the

bedpost. She had nowhere to run. No place to hide from the onslaught

of his desire. “I need to taste you.”

Suddenly his mouth descended upon her sensitive skin,

leaving a trail of kisses behind her earlobe and down the slender

column of her throat. His fiery-hot tongue ignited a blazing inferno

along her untouched flesh. Katarina moaned and draped her languid

arms over his well-defined shoulders to keep her balance. She

suddenly felt weak. Light-headed. Ready to pass out. She had to

speak up, before she lost her nerve. “Please, Mr. Othman. If you have

any respect for my honor, stop this madness!”

Aleksander drew back and stared at her, his decisiveness

unwavering. His eyes wandered to her breasts for only a moment,

before he yanked on the lace fabric of her bodice, revealing her achy,

swollen bosom. One cherry-red nipple peeked its head out of her

corset. A draft hit her exposed skin and sent a chill up her spine. It

was enough to cause her nipple to bead expectantly, begging for his

eager caress. Katarina whimpered as his thumb grazed the tip. Heat

exploded between her thighs, and liquid from her womb drizzled

down the inside of her leg.

“No need to worry your pretty little head, Katarina. We’re just

having a bit of fun. I plan to leave you fully intact. At least for tonight.” Without warning, he turned her in his arms and pressed her

lithe curves flat against the stone wall. He nudged her legs apart,

lifted her gown, and delicately removed the matching red panties he’d

left for her earlier. Each stroke was purposeful. Each movement

precise and deliberate as if unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning.

Then he stepped away and gawked at her nakedness. Katarina

watched him out of the corner of her eye. His mouth gaped open,

saliva forming in the hollows of his lips in preparation for an all-out

invasion. Katarina could feel his gaze focused on her rear, on the

delicate flesh of her womanhood that glistened in the early morning

sunlight.

Aleksander extended his index finger and slid it over her

heated nub, down her thigh and over her round bottom, collecting the

sweet nectar that pooled in the crevice between the two. Katarina

writhed in his arms. Her knees grew weak. Aleksander seemed to

relish her enthusiastic response. He lifted his finger to his lips to savor

Katarina’s unique flavor. He leaned his forehead against her back and

groaned. “Hmm. Just as succulent as I dreamed.”

Katarina leveraged her sweat-soaked body against the cool

pavers plastered to the wall. She took in deep inhalations of air to

calm her battered nerves. “Sir, why are you doing this?” she asked.

       

         “Because I can.” With his forehead still pressed between her

shoulder blades, he let out a wicked laugh. His heated breath glided

across her prickly skin. A moment later, he slipped her dress and

undergarments back into place and stepped away. He snatched up the

gold material laid across the foot of the bed and bolted to the door.

“Now get back to your work at the spinning wheel. I have business to attend to in Berlin. But I shall return in a matter of days to check on

your progress. And if you’re a good little slave, I’ll reward you with a

night of pleasure the likes of which your virtuous flesh could never

imagine. Even in your wildest dreams.”

Buy Links

Evernight Publishing:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rendezvous-with-rumpelstiltskin-by-annalynne-russo/


Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Rendezvous-Rumpelstiltskin-Naughty-Fairy-ebook/dp/B007IOGZMI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1331604266&sr=8-1


Author's Website:  http://vampirescribe.com/