by Paris Dixon
As he finally collapsed onto her sore yet gratified body, Cassandra groaned and clutched Jagger’s muscular frame to her. Despite her exhaustion, she couldn’t get enough of him, and for several minutes, used her feminine muscles to hold his still-hard penis inside her, milking him of his juices. She almost laughed aloud as she replayed the night in her head—lechery for the devil, indeed!
Finally, he slipped out of her and fell onto his back, his body shiny with perspiration, his chest hair plastered to his torso. He yanked her into his arms and rained hot kisses down on her mouth, his tongue advertising his impending plans for her.
"Still not satisfied?" she asked, attempting to catch her breath.
"Not even close," he gasped. "And you—err—Cassandra, was that the name?"
By way of response, she tickled his sweaty balls with her fingertips, amazed at their full size, considering he must have discharged at least a gallon of seed this evening. "You know I could screw you until the moment I die," she whispered into his ear, then giggled. "And where in the hell did you ever come up with that name and a story like that? You were conceived during the Stones performing ‘Sympathy for the Devil’? I almost believed you."
He chuckled and stretched his lean body. "Several days ago before I left my hotel, I was watching Gimme Shelter on cable. I spotted the leather pants and this silly pendant in a nearby shop, so I thought, what the hell? Seemed a fun scenario, and as you know, movies have always been our most enjoyable inspirations." He gave her a deep, licentious kiss. "I certainly enjoyed our last ‘encounter’ as the characters from Pretty Woman."
"Although, unlike Richard Gere and Julia Roberts, you didn’t offer to pay me with all those crisp hundreds!" Another laugh burst from her. "Anyway, when you called yesterday, I couldn’t imagine why you wanted me to listen to the Beggar’s Banquet album and masturbate before meeting you as planned."
"I couldn’t help myself. I watched the movie, thought about you, and had a bit of ‘private fun’ anticipating the moment I could hold you in my arms again. Man, I nearly came all over myself—"
"You broke the rule?"
"I said ‘nearly.’ I managed to hold off."
"Good!" She cupped his testicles in her hand and feigned concern. "Because you know the ‘devil’s seed’ is for me and me alone to enjoy. It’s never to be wasted."
"Yeah, well I’ve had a raging hard-on for three damned weeks, my love, thanks to that rule!"
"That’s why there’s always so much for me to enjoy when you come home. And that’s what keeps our sex life so exciting after all these many years."
"Susan Bancroft, you are a devil woman. Who would think a substitute English teacher could be so conniving and evil?"
She gave him a loving kiss, then waggled her cheek against his unshaven face. "And you, Robert Maddox? Who would think a traveling salesman could be such a furry, virile beast when he returns from his oh-so-frequent trips?"
"Sorry, I’ll shave—"
"Don’t you dare. I kinda like it, especially when it tickles several important areas of my body."
"Fat chance my boss will ‘buy in’ to your carnal reasoning, my love. His salesmen must always look neat and presentable, you know." He ran a hand over his chin. "Thankfully I didn’t have a business meeting in the last two days, so I let it grow specifically for last evening’s…activities."
"But Robert," said Susan, stroking his flaccid penis, "it’s only Saturday morning. We still have this weekend’s entertainment to consider, don’t we?"
"Of course. But now with Jagger gone, can I hope that you’ll welcome Robert back home with the same—uh—enthusiasm?"
Feeling his organ stiffen beneath her fingers, Susan licked a slow trail down Robert’s torso, the torso she had missed so much in the past three weeks, her mouth salivating for another round of festive lovemaking. "Well, you may not be the devil, Robert Maddox, but I always have lecherous thoughts about you…"
Amber Quill Press, LLC proudly presents
PASSION KNOWS NO BOUNDARIES
BY
PARIS DIXON
Clarice Nash has made the purchase of her dreams, buying Riverview, a sprawling 19th-Century plantation house on the outskirts of Savannah that she has admired since childhood. But when her restoration starts on a bedroom mysteriously locked for decades, the hauntings also begin—the hauntings of two lost souls reliving through eternity one night of unbridled passion.
At first frightened by the ghostly lovemaking, then growing obsessed as the weeks progress and the visions gain clarity, especially when no one else can bear witness to the nightly proceedings, Clarice locates a descendant of the original owners, determined to solve the mystery and free her home of the lust-filled phantoms. But when she meets Derek Ballantine, great-great-grandson and spitting image of the handsome Esau Lamont Ballantine, the virile male spirit consuming her every waking thought, she’s haunted by desires within herself, cravings she believes only Derek can now fulfill…
Available May 2003!
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WHITE LIES
BY
CAITLYN WILLOWS
Unloved Sarah Mason flees her domineering parents and manipulative fiancé, embarking to Jamaica on a quest for clues to her sister’s unnerving disappearance. Her quest, however, takes an unexpected and exhilarating turn when she meets the sexy Dominick LaCroix, her sister’s ex-landlord and supposed ex-lover, who not only aids in Sarah’s search for answers, but also helps her explore her heart and sexuality.
But can Sarah and Dominick survive not only a killer hurricane, but a dangerous undercover mission to learn the truth about what happened to her sister?—or will they become the next people to mysteriously vanish?
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Paris Dixon
Paris Dixon was born and raised in the "steamy South"—Savannah, GA., to be exact—an undisclosed number of years ago. According to Paris, having grown up in a city filled with countless historical homes and avenues where hanging moss lazily sways from live oaks did much for her vivid imagination, especially after majoring in history in college. Her period of focus has always been the antebellum era of American History.
"The decades prior to the Civil War," says Paris, "have always fascinated me. This was a time when dresses became wider, tempers ran shorter, and a horrific institution called ‘slavery’ was the norm. I’ve often wondered what might have occurred within the walls of some of Savannah’s grand estates and plantation houses when a combination of humid-heavy summers and society’s strict mores played havoc with the urges of handsome young gentlemen and their nubile ladyloves. As personal accounts of the period clearly indicate, courting lovers of the era were wont to raise a glass of mint julep on their shady verandahs and complain about the weather while batting eyelashes at one another in the company of matronly chaperones. But what happened during these heat-filled summers when these passionate young adults with raging hormones decided to ditch these observant sentinels in favor of some ‘alone time’? Unfortunately, I suspect some of the more fascinating history of mankind never made it into the history books."
Paris is the award-winning author of several historical erotica books and the forthcoming Cry Merci (scheduled for release in 2004 by Amber Quill Press). Moreover, her short paranormal erotica story, Passion Knows No Boundaries, will be released in May 2003.
Additionally, Paris sometimes collaborates on various books in the erotica/romantica suspense genre with award-winning author Catherine Snodgrass under the pen name Caitlyn Willows. The novel White Lies is now available, while the novels Déjà Vu and Treasure Hunters are scheduled for release later in 2003 from Amber Quill Press.
Paris loves to hear from her readers, so feel free to email her at: [email protected].
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