#Excerpt from It's In the Mix #humpdayhumps NSFW

Welcome to Wednesday Hump Day Humps Blog Hop hosted by Marteeka Karland. Links to others are found at the end of this post. Here you'll get to enjoy a *never* before seen (in a blog post) excerpt from my latest and newest release, It's In the Mix (a Wit & Wizardry Multi Author book). It's on the naughty side, so definitely not safe for work. ;-)

It's In the Mix
By Ayla Ruse
Paranormal Romance (Novella)

What this book's about:

Mix 1 part narrow-minded fairy with 1 part human bachelor to get 2 parts everlasting love.

Aisling is not happy to be tending bar in a human pub. Her fairy aunt predicted she'd find love by the next full moon, and that means she should be back in Ireland -- not in the middle of Massachusetts.

Despite the happy married lives of his friends, Daniel is content to remain a bachelor. After all, the pretty new bartender may want to come home with him. Why spoil that with a relationship?

Something might have happened on its own, but a mischievous pub owner slips each of them a Wit & Wizardry brew known to contain a powerful love potion. Before either can say a word, Aisling and Daniel find themselves tumbling headlong into love.

Unfortunately, all is not happily ever after. Aisling does not want to love a human, and Daniel believes he's unfairly pressured her into being with him. When the pair settle down to breathe, can they discover something deeper to bind them, or will daylight make the heady effects of a potioned brew fade away?

Excerpt:

Daniel entered the short hall and froze in his tracks. Stepping out of the women's bathroom was Aisling. Pure, bright, beautiful, love-of-his-life Aisling. What he felt defied understanding. Her hair crackled a beautiful, deep red and spilled over her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes, even in the dim glow of the hallway's lights, were big and luminous and a deep, mossy green. Softly curved lashes blinked slowly. Lips -- rosy, perfectly kissable lips -- parted in surprise.
 
In the space of a heartbeat, Daniel envisioned her in white with flowers running through her hair for their wedding day. He imagined the children they'd have scampering around them, the home they'd have, the love they'd share. Then he imagined her stripped down and beneath him in his bed. Her skin glowing bright. Her arms open and her body ready for him.
 
He took one step toward her, then another, and she did the same. They met in the middle, their lips unerringly finding the other's.
 
"Oh, Aisling. You are mine. I have to have you," he murmured between kisses.
 
He didn't want to hurry, but she kissed back as earnestly as he kissed her. Their hands were everywhere. He slid his palm over the back of her baggy sweatshirt, but before he could repeat the caress, she backed up so she was pressed against the wall. He followed, his lips never leaving hers, and his hand dropped to her hip. Her slight body curved into his touch. When her slender fingers slid between the buttons on his shirt and her short nails scraped his abs, he tensed and knew he couldn't wait.
 
"Come home with me," he said, pressing close. Her soft breasts crushed against his chest, and her nipples hardened. He groaned and ran his lips down her throat, nibbling as he went.
 
"Please, Daniel," she encouraged. "More."
 
Nothing mattered except getting closer to her. Getting inside her. He'd unbuttoned the top button of her jeans when someone behind them muttered a curt "Excuse me." His thoughts surfaced enough to realize he was about to take her in the middle of the hallway.
 
"Shit. We can't do this here, Aisling. Come home with me," he repeated.
 
He pulled back enough to look into her eyes, and he groaned. She looked wild, feral. Her wide eyes flashed green sparks, and her skin gave off a bright, translucent glow.
 
"No," she growled. "I need you now. Come here."
 
She grabbed a handful of his shirt and jerked him toward the exit. She pulled him through and shut the door firmly behind them. With more strength than he thought she could have possessed, she jerked him against her, her back against the wall with his body tight against hers. He gave her no resistance, his cock already hard and throbbing, his want of her overwhelming any other thought.
 
The evening air was cool, but nothing slowed them down. Her busy hands had opened several buttons on his shirt and teased his stomach and back while he slipped a hand under her sweatshirt to caress her breasts. She didn't have on a bra, and her small breasts fit his palm like they were meant to be there, meant to be his.
 
He fondled her and nipped at her neck, her jaw and her lips. She writhed and murmured his name, her breathy calls as soft and gentle as the wind but as insistent as a gale.
 
Daniel dropped to his knees and, with shaky fingers, unbuttoned her pants and pushed them and her wispy panties down to her ankles. She toed off one tennis shoe and lifted her foot, and he obligingly pulled that leg free from her jeans. With this knee still bent, he lifted it over his shoulder before moving in and claiming her bare pussy with his mouth. Her loud gasp was music to his ears, and he licked her like a man starving. Aisling's juices were so sweet he couldn't get enough, and even as she shuddered through her first orgasm, he was loath to pull away.
 
"Mine. Forever." He growled low, getting to his feet. He crowded her body as both their hands worked to open his slacks. She reached in first and, as her cool fingers wrapped around his shaft, he jerked, afraid he'd spend right there.
 
"In you," he told her, removing her fingers. "I need to be in you when I come. You're mine, Aisling. Forever. Mine."

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Party with Demons!

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Party Girl

(Soul Debt)

2nd Edition

by Ayla Ruse

Santos, a Collection demon from Hell, finds himself drawn to a human. He doesn't want to corrupt Erin, he simply wants her, but he doesn't understand how humans interact. As he tries to blend in, his demon partner tricks Erin into bartering her soul.

When the time comes for Erin to regain her lost soul, Santos is chosen as her debt collector. He is bound by rules, yet he finagles options. One choice will corrupt her soul forever, but the other choice could spell her death.

Caught up in a situation neither wanted, Santos and Erin form a bond with one another, but will this be enough for them to survive and find love?

Here's the "Hump"...

"Erin, darling," Nirvana said soothingly. "We only want to help. We know you want the popularity. You want the men. You want the sex. You want to be noticed. We can make that happen for you. No one will be hurt."

The woman's words lulled Erin, leading her into a place of acceptance. "You make it sound so possible, but I can't pay you to teach me these things."

"We don't deal with money. We contract with something else."

"What?"

"Your soul. Think of our arrangement as a loan. I'll help you gain what you want while you put your soul into my care, as collateral. After a certain time, you pay your debt, and you'll be able to regain your soul."

Erin felt like she'd been drugged, and the substance shooting through her veins was Nirvana's voice and Santos' touch. It was difficult following her terms because Santos would not stop touching her. His warm, rough hand trailed down her V-shaped neckline, teased between her breasts and smoothed over her belly. She squirmed as their closeness turned her on, and a part of her wasn't sure if this was something she should be turned on about or not. "My soul?" She giggled, feeling a little drunk, which was funny because she'd only had soda tonight. "That's crazy talk. You guys must be high or something. And what are you doing to me? I'm not feeling like myself."

"That's because you're starting to see things our way," Nirvana explained. 
"Tell me, Erin. What do you want more? The popularity, the sex, the notoriety?"

Erin felt like the world opened up before her. The party around them faded. Santos shifted behind her, making her sway. His erection pressed against her ass and she couldn't help it -- she pushed back, loving the hard feel of him. "Umm, I don't know. I guess I want it all."

"Good girl. Kiss me, then," Nirvana whispered close. "Kiss me to begin the deal. This night you will give your soul in exchange for popularity, sex and notoriety. This time next year, Santos will come to collect. You will pay him on his terms, and in doing so, you'll be able to regain your soul. What harm is there in this?"

Erin stared into the woman's mesmerizing eyes and couldn't find one thing wrong. "None. I want to do this. Sign me up."

Nirvana pressed her lips to Erin's and both women sighed at the contact. Santos still held her bound, his free hand now on her thigh, easing her dress up her legs. A part of her warned her to stop, that this wasn't right, but before she could push away from her partners, Santos' hand cupped her throbbing pussy, and with a defiant shove, Erin pushed that annoying inner voice into a deep, dark corner. At this point, she scolded that do-good part of her, at least someone wants me.

The next moments passed in a haze. Santos let go of her to pull her dress over her head. Nirvana pulled down the cups of Erin's lacy bra and fondled the tender mounds. With every touch from these people, Erin's body swayed and she floated on the growing fires within her. There were two people who wanted her. Two. She wanted to pinch herself to see if she'd died and gone to heaven.

"Wrong direction, lover," Nirvana told her with a chuckle before kneeling at Erin's feet. "Santos, dispose of these, please."

Santos hooked his thumbs along the sides of her panties and pulled them down, kneeling behind her in the process. He helped her step out of the clothing, then pushed her ankles apart, making her teeter in her heels.

"Isn't she the sexiest thing ever?" Nirvana said loudly. The shout made Erin blink and look around. Santos and Nirvana were touching and kissing her legs, and as Erin gazed around the room, her heart gave a hard kick.

The party. The guests. The music still pumped hard and the partygoers danced, but most of them faced their little trio.

Erin had a sudden urge to cover herself and back away. This couldn't be right, could it? She'd be ostracized. No one really had sex in public, did they? She'd been to dozens of parties with these people, and not once had anyone ever had public sex.

She twisted and put a hand to each head below her, meaning to tell them to stop, but as soon as her hands sank into their thick hair, both mouths moved up and wet tongues pushed into her moist parts.

Erin groaned long and loud, frozen at the unbelievably delicious feelings. Nirvana's tongue slicked through Erin's pussy lips, teasing her clit at every pass. Santos had pulled her ass cheeks wide and his busy tongue flicked over her puckered hole.

"Look around you, Erin," Nirvana said between licks. "Everybody sees you. Notice how it excites them. Look at them, then give yourself over to us. To me."

Erin glanced down at Nirvana, meeting her eyes. The woman below her grinned, spread Erin's pussy lips then set to feast. Erin shuddered at the erotic sight and feel, then lifted her head to look again at the guests.

She blinked.

No one pointed or laughed. No one turned their backs on her. Instead, people were getting naked to touch and kiss and fuck each other.

It's because of me. The delicious thought wormed into her head. Seeing me is turning everybody on. This is great. This is better than great.

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Party Girl is available now at Changeling Press

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