Monday, September 30, 2013

Friday, September 27, 2013

Visiting LaBelle Books Blog today

Please join me over at Labelle Books Blog today where I talk about Djinn, magicians, and offer up a chance to win a $10 gift certificate to Changeling Press!

Click Here to Visit: http://labellebooks.blogspot.com/?zx=f17fedb5b51501e5

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

An Explicit Hump Day Hump for You

Welcome to Wednesday and to the Hump Day Humps, courtesy of Marteeka Karland. Immerse yourself in the following excerpt (for mature adults only), then click on the banner below to see who else is partaking in this sexy endeavor. 



The following excerpt is from my latest Changeling Press release, To Free a Djinn. Click here for more information on (and to purchase) the book. Be forewarned, I jump right on in here. ;-)


Explicit Excerpt from To Free a Djinn
by Ayla Ruse

Releasing Nico's cock long enough to pull out Justin's, Rebecca shivered with excitement. There was a time, centuries ago, she'd belonged to powerful sheiks who hadn't minded sharing her.
 

She hadn't lied to Justin and Nico. Pleasing both of them right now made her nipples hard and her pussy throb.
 

She tugged on Justin's leg until he set his butt against the counter, hip to hip with Nico. One man tall, dark, dressed in jeans and a black pullover. The other, decked out in dress slacks and a white shirt. Both had their gazes glued to her. She licked her lips and thrilled at the simultaneous jerk of their erections.

Leaning forward, she ran her tongue up and down the underside of Justin's cock. He watched her but didn't say a word. Nico ran his fingers though her hair, tucking it behind her ear, and she smiled at the men. Keeping eye contact with Justin, she sucked his thick cock into her mouth. Her lips remained tight around his shaft, and she licked him constantly when he shifted his hips, pressing farther, deeper. Without taking his eyes from hers, Justin pushed Nico's fingers away, held her head in both hands, and encouraged her to take as much of him as she could.


Justin was huge -- both men were -- but whereas Nico was long, Justin was thick. She gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat, but he waited for her to adjust. When she gave a little nod, he pushed even more of himself into her mouth.


When he let pressure off her head, she slid back oh, so slowly and tightly, sucking hard the entire time. His groan was music to her ears.


She flicked her tongue around the thick crown and deep throated him a few more times before switching back to Nico.


"That's it, Rebecca," Nico praised as he let her control her movements. Nico gripped the edge of the counter behind him.


She kept her fists closed tight around them, pumping and working her mouth on first one, then the other. Back and forth she went, physically tugging the men closer at each pass until they'd tilted their hips toward one another and their cocks touched tip to tip.


Feeling naughty, she tugged one more time and rubbed the smooth crowns together while she ran her tongue over and between both. She angled them, allowing her to suck the bulbous head of each into her mouth at the same time.


By this time, all three of them were moaning. Justin and Nico's hands stroked her hair, and she sucked at a furious pace. Her saliva dripped down her chin, down their shafts and off the base of their cocks.


"Oh, Justin, Nico. Come for me. Please." Rebecca couldn't wait to taste them on her tongue.


She liked the rumble of Justin's choked laugh. "Rebecca, baby, we aren't used to doing what our sub commands, but in this instance, we're happy to comply."


Nico surged into her hand and she turned her head just as the first spurt of his come jetted out. She captured the shot on her tongue before his jerking cock spewed his seed across her cheek. She lapped at him until she felt the telltale throb in Justin's cock. Again, she opened her mouth to capture his release. She continued to pump and lick as they groaned and came all over her face -- just as Braden had earlier commanded. She didn't release them until their cocks were clean.


Justin pulled away first. Nico followed, and something unspoken passed between them. Before Rebecca could understand exactly what, Justin pulled her to her feet, twisted her around, and lifted her up to the makeup counter.


"What?" she started, but the men weren't in the mood to talk. Her butt had hardly met the counter before Justin pulled her legs over his shoulders and buried his head between her thighs.


"Oooh," she cried, trailing her fingers though his thick head of hair. His tongue pushed against the sheer fabric of her pants, soaking the material with her own wetness. He lapped at her through the material, and she felt every touch through the gauze. Her pussy hadn't had this kind of attention in more years than she could remember. Most of her Masters wanted their own pleasure with little thought to her needs. These men knew what they were doing, and she stifled the regret she couldn't be so lucky as to be theirs.


Not to be outdone, Nico tugged open her vest and pulled one of her nipples into his hot mouth, his tongue lashing across the tip and his teeth nipping hard. Rebecca tightened her fingers in his long hair. Not so much to pull him off, but because she loved the rough attention. To encourage more from him, she thrust out her chest and shoved her breast further into Nico's mouth.


"Oh, Justin. Nico. I want more. Yes!"


She was close to coming. The men ravished her, and she thrilled at the sensations. Her body thrummed with excitement between them. Her need spiraled up, tighter and tighter, then --


Then she felt a different pull. Braden was calling to her. Now. Insistent. She felt the new command in every fiber of her being and, despite anything she wanted, she couldn't ignore her master's command.


"No!" she screamed, seconds before her orgasm, and seconds before her body disappeared in a blaze of blue and green flames.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Thanks for sharing a bit of your Hump Day with me. See you around~
Ayla

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Visit me and let's talk Chefs!

Today I'm visiting Total E-Bound's Hitting the Hot Spot and chatting up the hotness of a good chef. Or two. 

Stop by and share your own chef-related fantasies. You know you have them.  ;-)

 



Friday, September 20, 2013

Free Read available at Smashwords

I can think of very few things to start my weekend off better than with a freebie. Throw in some hot sex and I don't know about you, but I'm hooked. 

Out now at Smashwords is a short Encounter called With Toys. This free scene takes place after the story, Her Sexy Side, ends. It's short, it's hot, and it has a fun new toy for Kiera. 

In the novella Her Sexy Side, Kiera discovers she has a naughty nature, but only with the love of her life, Max. In With Toys, she explores how wicked she can be when she buys a toy for herself...or will she be caught? 


          “Are you asleep?” Kiera whispered. No response. Good. Taking a peek in the dim moonlight at Max, Kiera slipped quietly off the mattress and felt under the bed for the unmarked box she’d received in the mail today.

          When she closed her hands around the cardboard, she bit her lip, unsure if she was more nervous or excited. With another quick look at her sleeping husband, she crept to the bathroom, closed the door and sat on the toilet lid. Working as quietly as she could, Kiera opened the box, pushed through the packaging and pulled out her prize: another box. This one, though, displayed a neon pink, vibrating and waterproofed penis complete with a suction cup base. She’d gone the expensive route.

          "Wow," she exclaimed. When she pulled the toy out of the packaging, she gasped with delight and tapped her toes on the ceramic floor. My first vibrator.

Grab yourself this sexy freebie from Smashwords today in your favorite ebook format!

Have a great weekend~
Ayla 





Wednesday, September 18, 2013

New Release

Yes! I have a new release. But I am very embarrassed as I should have made this announcement on my blog a week ago. Yikes. So, without further ado, here's my latest pride and joy:


Magic is erotic, period. Throw in a couple of extraordinary illusionists and a beautiful djinn, and what do you get? Friction enough to burn. 



To Free a Djinn

By Ayla Ruse

BIN: 06566-02112
Word Count: 21K

Buy Now
From Changeling Press

Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Karen Fox

Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal, BDSM
Themes: Menage, Magic, Magical Creatures

How can a djinn, bound to the wrong person, find a way to be with the men she loves?

Rebecca, a fiery, beautiful djinn, quietly assists her magician master, hating every moment they’re together. His command over her is growing and she finds herself desperate to get away.

Nico and Justin, magicians sharing the stage with Rebecca’s master, want to help her escape. Once they become involved, however, they discover magic is not the only environment where illusions deceive. Nico and Justin want Rebecca for themselves, but what will it take to gain her submission when she’s vowed to never be bound to another?

Excerpt

Rebecca waited while Braden shook his body before beginning their pre-show ritual. She’d once made the mistake of laughing at him. He’d made her clean his shoes with her tongue for that outburst. She still shuddered at the thought, but kept her lips sealed. When he finished, she made eye contact with the man and pushed some of her energy into him. Her energy reawakened the rules and directions he needed in order to perform his routine. She’d tried to explain it to him once, why they had to do this before each show, but he’d gotten pissed because he couldn’t understand. When she attempted to further tell him how draining his commands were to her essence, he’d scoffed.
At the time, she’d given up trying to explain. Instead, she’d tried to pull back her energy and adjust the directions she’d placed in his head, but she’d learned fast how his onstage slip-ups meant days of disgusting punishment for her.
Braden liked to think he was a Dom, but he was far from this truth. A bully was more like it. He thought beating up on her made her want to follow him. Not likely. Every day she prayed that one of her beloved sheiks could return to this earth and pound Braden to a pulp.
Just then, Braden’s body jerked, hard, letting her know the energy transfer was complete. And when Braden shoved past her to take the stage amid staggering applause, Rebecca shifted deeper into the wings.
She’d sensed them moments ago. Justin and Nico. She’d smelled their warm and sexy scents. One more step… and, there. She snuggled between the two men who made her think longingly of her time in the past.
“Rebecca,” Justin greeted in a whisper.
“Where did you go today? Are you alright?” Nico asked, nuzzling her ear.
She ignored Nico’s first question, smiling as each man slid an arm around her back. She loved the warmth of their bodies and wondered when she could find herself between them, but with less clothing.
“I’m fine,” she answered, her eyes focused onstage and on Brandon.
“Meet us tonight after the show,” Nico whispered before running his tongue over the delicate shell of her ear. Rebecca’s lips curved.
“Yes,” she answered. “Brandon tells me to go to bed when we’re through. Into whose bed… should I come?”
Justin chuckled, tucked his finger under her chin, and turned her face to his. “Come in mine,” he returned, placing a soft kiss on her full lips.
Rebecca shivered at the command in his tone.
She left the men with a smile when she saw her cue to join Braden onstage. Yes, Braden did tell her to go to bed each night, but he never thought to specify whose bed. For the first time in ages, she looked forward to the night’s end.

~*~*~*~*~*~
To Free a Djinn is available *NOW* from Changeling Press

*bonus* As this month (September) is back to school month, when you go to Changeling to pick up this story, enter the code BackToSchool2013 for an instant 10% off!

URL:  http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2112

Monday, September 9, 2013

Party over at TRS!

I'm with the wild bunch of Changeling Press authors over at TRS's Party Site today. From me, I'll be sharing bits of fun stuff from the characters in my upcoming release, To Free a Djinn -- including a recipe for Linguine Carbonara you don't want to miss! 

Click here to go to the Party. I'll be posting throughout the day so check back often. 

Oh, and don't forget, you can enter (see the note to the left of the page when you're at the TRS Party Site) to win 4 books from Changeling. 

I'll see you there!

Ayla

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Guess what you can pick up today!

Whip It Up! 
Anthology



It's in Pre-Release.

What does that mean to you? It means you can go over to the Total E-Bound website -- right now -- and purchase this book for a discount of 10 % off. Not only that, but once you make the purchase, you can download it and read it to your sizzling heart's content. No waiting. No hassles. Just you and your stories. 

This anthology stirs together two of my favorite themes: food and BDSM. Chefs, cooks, those wanting to be chefs and cooks, those wanting to do chefs and cooks, can all be found between these hot pages. 

My contribution is a story entitled Five Courses. You'll meet chefs Mike and Trent, and their rule-breaking flatmate, Melissa. Oh, the punishment she deserves for making a mess in their kitchen. If you've ever lusted after a chef, this one's right up your alley. 


Whip It Up!
Anthology
Publisher: Total e-Bound
Available to Buy Now Read Now
Genre/Themes: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Menage (M/F/M)

Five Courses (Excerpt)



     Melissa ducked and twirled to the song, loving the way the beat surrounded her. She held a slice of pizza in her left hand and danced towards the refrigerator, glancing at the clock as she moved. Ten o’clock. She easily had another couple of hours before Trent and Mike returned. Plenty of time to finish her forbidden late-night dinner, clean up and tuck herself away in her third-floor flat. Feeling smug, she belted out the chorus, looking over the cluttered countertop. Every Thursday night she indulged, like a naughty girl when the parents were away. And even though Trent and Mike weren’t her parents, they were well-known chefs-turned-caterers who guarded their large kitchen like a pair of pit bulls.
     
     Another of her favourite songs came on and goosebumps pricked her skin. She sang loudly to a song touting the joys of BDSM. At the top of her lungs she belted out the refrain, exclaiming how things like canes and whips turned her on. She bet she made a sight, but she didn’t care. No one home but her, and she loved being able to let loose, to do something so seemingly mundane—yet sexy—like bumping and grinding to the beat while munching on pizza. She stopped, tipped up her beer bottle and found it empty, then danced over to the refrigerator for another. Only her second one that night. Knowing her, this would be her last and she’d carry the rest upstairs with her later.
      
     With the pizza in her left hand, she opened the door with her right. Just before she plucked out another beer, she spread her knees and shimmed into a low crouch before working her way back up. The words of the song rushed through her, making her wonder what it’d be like to be loved rough. To have a lover want to tie her up, or spank her ass, or…or…hell, she didn’t really know what all kinds of naughty stuff could go on, but just the thoughts heated her blood. Especially when she imagined Trent or Mike taking charge and doing these things to her.
      
     Nothing could stop the huge grin at these thoughts as she turned and hip-checked the door closed.
      
     Then something to her left caught her eye. She turned her head and shrieked.
     
     Oh shit. Busted.
      
     Trent and Mike stood at the end of the long kitchen. Even though they stared right at her, she knew they saw everything. Wincing, she darted her eyes around the kitchen at proof of her wrongdoing. If that wasn’t bad enough, she suddenly realised with embarrassment, all she had on was a pair of blue silky tap pants and a matching cami top.
      
     Oh, crap.
      
     As the last chords of the sexy, incriminating song faded away, the distinctive repetition of letters seemed to echo through the room. She flushed toe to neck and started cleaning. She was in so much trouble.
      
     “Melissa, stop.”
      
      Mike hadn’t raised his voice. If anything, he’d lowered it, and the rumble coursed through her like a distant thunder. She stilled immediately.
      
     “How many people were you expecting to entertain…in our kitchen?”
      
      She squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh”—she tried for a nonchalant laugh—“you know, just a few.”
      
      Footsteps clicked on the ceramic floor and a warm hand grazed her neck and trailed down her bare shoulder. “And just who were you expecting to entertain,” Trent whispered across her ear, “dressed like this?”
      
     With her head already bowed, she glanced down at herself and blushed again. She’d never left her flat wearing so little. At least, not when these two were home.
      
     The music had shifted to another song and the beat seemed too loud. She reached to turn it off, but Trent’s hand over hers stopped her.
      
     “I like this song,” he explained. She glanced at him and blinked. His face was inches from hers and despite the firm line of his mouth, his eyes looked excited.
      
     She trembled. She wasn’t very experienced, but she’d seen that look on the face of other men, looking at other women. Did he want her? Oh, no, no, no. He couldn’t want her. He only wanted her in her fantasies. She didn’t know what the hell to do with a man like Trent. Or Mike, for that matter. She peeked past Trent and saw that Mike had stepped close and the same desire shone in his eyes.

     Mike, too? She shivered. They intimidated the crap out of her. If they wanted her, what would happen? Would they make her choose? While the fantasy part of her relished the idea, the reality part of Melissa shrivelled in fear. These men reeked of experience and knowledge. What the heck would these two expect her to know?   
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~    

Grab your copy of Whip It Up! today.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

First Excerpt

Next week my new story will be released with Changeling Press: To Free a Djinn. I had so much fun writing this tale, and I love all the characters. I've already unveiled the cover. What follows is the first excerpt...

To Free a Djinn
by Ayla Ruse

Release Date: September 13, 2013

Genres/Themes: Paranormal, BDSM, Erotic Romance, Menage (M/F/M), Magic and magical creatures

How can a djinn, bound to the wrong person, be with the men she loves?

Excerpt:


Rebecca waited while Braden shook his body before beginning their pre-show ritual. She’d once made the mistake of laughing at him. He’d made her clean his shoes with her tongue for that outburst. She still shuddered at the thought, but kept her lips sealed. When he finished, she made eye contact with the man and pushed some of her energy into him. Her energy reawakened the rules and directions he needed in order to perform his routine. She’d tried to explain it to him once, why they had to do this before each show, but he’d gotten pissed because he couldn’t understand. When she attempted to further tell him how draining his commands were to her essence, he’d scoffed.
At the time, she’d given up trying to explain. Instead, she’d tried to pull back her energy and adjust the directions she’d placed in his head, but she’d learned fast how his onstage slip-ups meant days of disgusting punishment for her.
Braden liked to think he was a Dom, but he was far from this truth. A bully was more like it. He thought beating up on her made her want to follow him. Not likely. Every day she prayed that one of her beloved sheiks could return to this earth and pound Braden to a pulp.
Just then, Braden’s body jerked, hard, letting her know the energy transfer was complete. And when Braden shoved past her to take the stage amid staggering applause, Rebecca shifted deeper into the wings.
She’d sensed them moments ago. Justin and Nico. She’d smelled their warm and sexy scents. One more step… and, there. She snuggled between the two men who made her think longingly of her time in the past.
“Rebecca,” Justin greeted in a whisper.
“Where did you go today? Are you alright?” Nico asked, nuzzling her ear.
She ignored Nico’s first question, smiling as each man slid an arm around her back. She loved the warmth of their bodies and wondered when she could find herself between them, but with less clothing.
“I’m fine,” she answered, her eyes focused onstage and on Brandon.
“Meet us tonight after the show,” Nico whispered before running his tongue over the delicate shell of her ear. Rebecca’s lips curved.
“Yes,” she answered. “Brandon tells me to go to bed when we’re through. Into whose bed… should I come?”
Justin chuckled, tucked his finger under her chin, and turned her face to his. “Come in mine,” he returned, placing a soft kiss on her full lips.
Rebecca shivered at the command in his tone.
She left the men with a smile when she saw her cue to join Braden onstage. Yes, Braden did tell her to go bed each night, but he never thought to specify whose bed. For the first time in ages, she looked forward to the night's end.