Jun 29

Mischa Eliot

Sharing is Caring: Imperfect Love by Jade Royal

Please give a warm welcome to Jade Royal – Erotic Author Extraordinaire! Jade Royal is a blogger and author that writes all things Romance bringing stories alive one keystroke at a time. Limits of Love is Jade Royal’s first series and it focuses on love and BDSM.


Blurb

Drawn to each other since they were teenagers, Shelly and Harrison have fought their attraction for years. A bold move from Shelly changes the game and awakens a need so primal that it can’t be ignored. She’s willing to take a chance on the “ladies’ man”, risking her heart in the process.

Something is wrong though … something that Shelly can’t seem to unravel. What is he hiding? Does the secret he’s keeping matter?

When the truth is forced from Harrison, all hope of a future with Shelly is lost. A past that haunts his present seems to be taking over his life, trying to destroy everything in its path. Will it annihilate everything? Or will Harrison and Shelly find an Imperfect Love?


Excerpt

My body was throbbing, in need for his thrust. I was in tune to his channel, but I was starting to lose focus on the words being spoken from his delectable lips. The last thing I needed was for the brat, bitch and geek to come together and triple team my common sense. They’d win without a doubt and that wouldn’t be wise.

I sighed, trying to reign in my emotions. I knew he was speaking about being stood

up tonight, but I wasn’t interested in that. I was much more interested in the thickening of the veins in his neck, the way he licked his lips between words, and the way he stretched his fingers into and out of a fist. I took a deep breath as I noticed his stiff shaft through his jeans.

“You’re aroused,” I said, successfully cutting him off.

“What makes you think that?” The whole time he played it cool, but I could tell that the direct line from me caused him discomfort.

“Well …” I slid my hand down his neck to his chest, over his stomach and then went straight for his man package. “This kind of gave you away.”

“Shells, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Harrison licked his lips and hit his head on the wall a few times as if he was trying to beat common sense into himself.

“Doing what? I’m an adult now Harrison. I’m all grown up and you seem to like it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Shells.” I chuckled because he’d reverted to my childhood nickname. Maybe it gave him focus. Maybe it was a habit. I didn’t want it to be either. I wanted him to drop the act and come at me with all he had.

I looked over my shoulder and noticed the crowd gathering with New Year drinks around the television for the countdown. I smiled as I looked back at Harrison. “Since I can’t get on my knees and use my mouth like I want to, baby, how about I use my hand to get you off.” I stroked him through his jeans some more. “You’re more delightful than I thought before. Please, Harrison, let me please you.”

I loosened his belt slowly and unbuttoned his pants. I kept reminding myself that I needed to stay partial. This was about me getting him off so I needed to keep the reign on my emotions. This was just a scene in a kink club. It wasn’t about the feelings that I’d harbored about him for years. I needed to keep it simple, stupid.

Just as I was about to unzip them and slide my hands inside, he caught my hands and held them firmly. I looked up and my breath was caught, hitched, as I considered the meaning in his eyes.

At that moment, I wanted to be under him basking in his control. I wanted to be his in so many ways. I felt the moisture between my legs and my body became one continuous ache. Jesus, I needed to get a grip.

“Harrison …” I moaned.

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Fun Bio:

All hail the queen, Queen Jade Royal walks in and sits on her throne. Without words, she listens to the voices. Her subjects; men and women, speaking of murder, love, sex, and betrayal. Using her instinct, she pulls the stories from the courtyard listening carefully to what each is telling her. Her townspeople talk to her day in and day out about what’s troubles them. Each night in her bed chambers, Jade pulls her quill from her inkwell to form stories because it’s difficult for her to resist the call to write. That is why she refers to herself as a servant to the quill.
The Queen’s kingdom is beyond the mystical blue-green Kentucky Highlands which is on the border of the Ohio River. In the queen village of Cincinnati, Jade has a castle full of kin that helps her rule the lands. She spends the week’s end eating last meal and bonding with the Royal family, while the tales lay at bay until nightfall.
As a true queen, it is Jade’s duty to provide her kingdom what they need. After years of writing, the queen has decided to bless her royal subjects with the publication of her words. She is starting her first arrangement of fables focused on romance and eroticism.
As a wordsmith, your Majesty hopes to host a community of stories to her court that they can relate to on various levels. The sea of emotions guiding you through its toughest storms will have you perusing her scribe and provide literate entertainment.

Official Bio:

When the voices begin to speak, Jade Royal sits down in her lab to write the tale. The story unfolds with each keystroke as she listens to her instincts bring the words to life. For as long as she can remember, Jade has always expressed her creative nature artistically, especially by writing. She refers to herself as “Slave to the Pen” because it’s difficult for her to resist the call to write.
Jade resides in Cincinnati, Ohio where she was born and raised. She has many siblings and very family oriented. She spends Sunday evenings eating dinner with them keeping the bond between family nice and strong.
Jade Royal is currently working on her first series. The first book will be released at the end of 2016 and the second will be released not long after. The series focuses on love, romance, and the eroticism of the two combined
As an author, Jade hopes to pull in her readers to experience a community of stories that they can relate to on various levels. The emotional roller coaster that is bestowed will hopefully make her readers stalk her words and provide literate entertainment.
For more information on Jade Royal, follow her on her website and social media avenues.


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Random Facts About Yourself

I hate candy corn
I love pink
I love cheese pizza
I love chess pie
I want to live in the UK
My favorite actress is Julia Roberts
My favorite movie is Pretty Woman
I know useless information
I love technology and gadgets
I love the sound of rain
I love WINTER and all things associated especially snow

Jun 28

Mischa Eliot

Wicked Wednesday: Shopping

Welcome to another week of Wicked Wednesday! Have you ever had an interesting shopping trip? Well, this woman did.


There were just so many kinds of rope. It was overwhelming, all the choices. I wondered what the difference was, so I started playing with them, caressing the samples hanging on the wall.

“May I be of assistance?” The gruff voice made me jump. I thought I was alone.

“Perhaps. I’m a little out of my element.” I pointed to the item on my list. “All he says here is rope, but it’s the one item my brother didn’t give me specific details about.”

“Is he here with you? We could have him paged to the aisle if you’d like.” A small smile was concealed by his thick beard. Fiery eyes looked me up and down. I had to be ten years older than the young man, but I felt as though we were checking me over.

“No, he has a broken leg, can’t even use the stuff. I should just put everything back and make him do this when he can walk again.” I grabbed the cart and started to head back towards the exit.

“I’m sure we can get the right rope your brother wants, but what type of rope would you prefer to be bound with?” His gaze softened when he watched me. In another way, he also appeared cocky with the slight smile, more of a smirk, and raised an eyebrow.

I can’t help but wonder if his beard would be soft against my thighs. I shook my head, throwing the thought as far away as I could. “I’m sorry, did you say what rope would I want to be bound with? I’m not that kind of woman.” The need was apparent in my voice. I did look at photos and watched videos of women being bound by burly men, men like the one before me here. And wondered.

“If I were to bind you, I would use this delicate black rope against your pale skin. And this red to accent it. Neither leave behind traces for long.” He glanced over me again, roaming over my body slow and steady.

I could almost feel myself being bound just by the way he looked at me. Flushed with excitement, I fanned myself with the flyer they’d given me when I walked in the door. “I… I’m really, um…” I cleared my throat, unable to get the words out. I wasn’t that kind of woman, but hell I wanted to be.


I wanted to be decorated in ropes and suspended for him to gaze upon me like a work of art.


“Come with me. Give me fifteen minutes of your time and I’ll show you what you’re craving.” He pulled a bundle of black rope, the same coil he’d pointed out to me. Then, he took my hand. Within moments, we were in a hidden office, the door locked, my sundress draped over the chair. When he realized I was naked beneath the dark dress, his eyes gleamed with excitement.

Rope wrapped around me, pulled tight and knotted over my torso, my hips, and between my legs. When he started tightening certain lines as he bound me, a knot rubbed against my clit.

Biting my lip and tightening my jaw did not prevent the moan he caused.

“God, you’re so beautiful. Is your phone in your purse? I want to show you how beautiful you are.” Before I could say something, he had it in his large hands.

He didn’t have to unlock it to open the camera and he flipped it so I could see. He turned me this way and that, giving me the best view possible.

Panic and pleasure coursed through my body. Who was I to let a stranger tie me up in his office?

The name tag he wore could have a fictional name for all I knew. Seeing myself bound captivated me.

I wished I had mirrors to examine myself. There was no way I could let him take a photo.

“You’re incredible.” I sounded breathless to my own ears.

“I’d like to see you again.” Within moments I was untied and he wound the rope up into the neat coil it had been fifteen minutes ago.

“Yes.” My heart skipped a beat as the word left my lips. I was out of my mind. I grabbed my sundress and slid it back down, hands shaking as I took my phone from him. “Where?”

He handed me a card, the name of a club and an address in plain serif font. “We can meet there. It’s a safe place and I’m well known. I’m there on Wednesdays from eight to close. Will you come?”

“Yes. I’ll come, but only to see you.” Grabbing my purse, I tossed the card and my phone into it, then fiddled with the lock seeking to escape the office. My body was in a panic but, in my mind, I knew what I wanted.

“I look forward to it.”

His words resonated with me as the marks on my arms faded. I fast-walked out of the store and drove home. It wasn’t until I stepped into the house that I realized I hadn’t bought anything and that I’d left the cart there full of the items.

I hoped my clerk wasn’t stuck putting them back, but somehow, I reckoned he wouldn’t mind either.


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Jun 26

Mischa Eliot

Masturbation Monday: Tease – Part One

Sometimes flirtatious words need a little push to go further. Will Mack take advantage of what Piper has to offer or will he put her aside?


“You’re such a tease. I should just bend you over and spank you right here, right now.” The words rumbled through my head the same way they rolled off his lips when he spoke them to me. The way he quirked his scarred eyebrow at me, and the half-smile. He was such a bad boss. I wanted him.

Did he stroke his chin as he spoke these words to me? His voice was gruff, full of temptation. We always flirted back and forth. Threats to spank came several times a week. He wasn’t married, no girlfriend. We spent several nights working late, truly working.

Tonight was going to be different. The garage was quiet. Once again, we were working late. This morning I chose to wear a silky shift, short jacket, and the perfect skirt to work today. I’d seen his eyes watching me when I passed his office, mostly glass windows so he could watch the floor without interference.

Mack had gone to grab us some take-out about fifteen minutes ago and would be back any moment. During his time away, I’d cleaned off his desk and situated myself so that the first thing he’d see when he walked in was my bare ass in his window, bent over. I needed that spanking.


“I’m not kindhearted, Piper.”


The door clanged shut, then the lock engaged. “Pipes, the food is hot. Piping hot.”

I was sure there was a chuckle after his little joke with my name, but it was lost in the roar in my head. He was back. Would he like seeing my ass bare? My pussy on display for him? I trembled, eager and fearful all at the same time. I had dreamed of this for months. There was nothing beyond this, no plan, no thought.

Mack walked into the office, his pants tight in the crotch. I could tell he liked what he saw, but that wouldn’t mean a damn thing if he didn’t take advantage. “Wow.” He set the food down on the coffee table in front of the couch and walked over, then walked around me. Mack looked at me from every angle while I lay splayed out on his desk, hair arranged just so, lashes lowered submissively, yet I followed his movement as much as I could while he was in my line of sight.

Heart pounding, I waited. The leather paddle sat out on the desk. I’d purposefully researched and even tested several paddles out. Though, I’d rather his bare hand on my hot flesh, I wouldn’t mind the feel of the leather. “Do you like what you see, Sir?”

“It pleases me. Are you sure this is what you want?” He bent over me, whispering into my ear. “I’m not kindhearted, Piper.” His breath was hot upon my neck, his teeth grazed the outer curve of my ear.

I’d caught him one night, tying up a woman in the garage. Suspended in the air. Spanked and teased, then sent home. I’d forgotten my phone and had to drive all the way back. The music had been so loud, he hadn’t heard the lock disengage or the metal door open. At first, I was jealous, but when I found out that there wasn’t anything more between them, I knew I wanted to be his.

If you’ve enjoyed this post, please continue to Part Two!


 

You can find more delicious naughty stories over at Masturbation Monday hosted by the lovely Kayla Lords. If you haven’t submitted your own story as well, and write romance, erotica, or some combination of the genres and sub-genres, please consider doing so.

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Jun 20

Mischa Eliot

TMI Tuesday: Shame

Here we go, when I divulge either too little or too much, or perhaps just enough? Stop by TMI Tuesday and get the questions, then answer them on your own blog.


1. Tell us a sexual thing/fantasy would you never want your friends to know you like or have done?

Well, I write a range of interesting scenarios. Some, I’d be thrilled to experience while others are way beyond my personal need to get off. I don’t feel shame for anything that I enjoy and no one should. Unless it’s against someone’s will, true non-consent, (and everyone is of legal age) then no one should be shamed for the things they enjoy.

2. Has anyone ever found an item of sexy underwear, a sex toy or perhaps a picture on your phone that embarrassed you?

No, my embarrassing photos are those selfies. That’s shameful. I tend to delete often, but every now and then, I miss a few. I don’t take those photos. Oh, and my avatar is me from a boudoir shoot about 7 years ago.

3. Do you have any fantasies you could never go through with because you think you would feel ashamed?

Being 40, perhaps I’ve worked through a lot of the things in my life that others haven’t yet. I don’t feel shameful about what turns me on. I think being an erotica author helps with that, too. I want everyone to have a positive experience. I want everyone to be fulfilled and happy and I want them to feel good about their choices.

4. Have you ever felt shame after a sexual experience?

Not in a very long time and I wasn’t ashamed for what I’d done, I was ashamed for going about things the way I did. Another experience, I was ashamed because I allowed someone to treat me that way. Shame can only be felt if you know you’re doing something wrong. So, if you’re in a monogamous relationship and you cheat, yes you should feel shameful. We are all flawed and there’s no way to get out of life without feeling some form of regret or shame at some point in life.

Bonus:  Share a recent non-sexual moment of shame.

I think my most shameful thing is that I haven’t fully spring-cleaned the house. But, I’ll get there, one day at a time.


This has been TMI Tuesday brought to you by the TMI Tuesday Blog! Hop over there to see what others answered about these truly intrusive questions. Don’t be shy! Just be yourself.

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