Good Evening,
Have I got a treat for you! I've a second post at TRS today and this one is an extended excerpt from one of my older stories, Party Girl from the Soul Debt multi-author series. This tale is very fitting for this pre-Halloween week as it involves demons of all shapes and sizes and one human woman who will do anything to have what she wants...even make a deal to sell her soul...
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'Night
~Ayla
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Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Hump Day Hump: Party Girl
Welcome to another sexy Wednesday and another installment of Marteeka's Hump Day Humps! This week, enjoy a sinful snippet from Soul Debt: Party Girl, a recent release of mine from Changeling Press.
"Santos." Erin's voice trembled, and her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't seen him in probably a year. She'd had the biggest crush on him, back before she knew how to talk and flirt with men. Something dark flitted across her thoughts, that there was more to her memories than what she knew, but she shook it off. Despite the fact they'd hardly ever said two words to each other, she'd always felt drawn to him. Strange.
"Hello, Erin." His voice felt like he'd run a firm hand up her spine. She shivered and stepped back to let him in. His eyes never left hers and she took a deep breath.
He grinned, but it wasn't as welcoming as she'd expected. He seemed grim. Determined.
"Your year is up," he explained in his deep voice, stepping over the threshold. "It's time to repay your debt."
"My debt?"
He shut the door behind him and stroked her cheek. "Yes. Your debt." He ran a rough thumb across her lips before tilting her chin back. "Remember."
His word was a command and worked as a key to a hidden lock inside herself. Those flittering, dark memories poured through her and she remembered. Everything.
Santos. Nirvana. Sex. A contract. Popularity.
Time skittered ahead and she saw herself over this past year, how she'd become more confident, how her number of friends had increased and how her sex life had begun to... hell, she'd actually started to have a sex life.
"It's been a trick," she said softly. Something vital had been missing from her life as her popularity had grown, but she'd ignored the empty feeling because she'd had no idea what could fill that hole.
"No. No trick, Erin. It's a contract. You indebted yourself to us with your soul as collateral. It's time. You do want your soul back, don't you?"
Goosebumps sprang up over her skin and she stepped back, not sure anymore if she should be overjoyed or scared at his return. But his words made her realize it was her soul that'd been missing.
"Yes, I want it back. But I thought Nirvana would handle that."
Santos chuckled low and deep, the sound reaching out to wind its way around her spine. "You forget. She's the Negotiator. I'm the Collector. If my luck holds out, you won't ever see Nirvana again."
"Oh."
He gazed at her as if expecting her to say more. Erin remembered now how they'd set the contract up, and her body trembled with desire. They'd... she and Nirvana had... Santos had... Images of hot sex and warm flesh flashed in front of her. Yes, that had been the most amazing sexual experience ever. Why hadn't she remembered any of this before now? She looked into Santos' eyes and felt herself falling into the dark depths there. He wanted her to accept what she remembered and, probably, what would come. Amazing.
"Erin. Are you ready to begin repaying your debt?"
She bit her lip, hoping her eagerness didn't show. "Let me guess. It involves sex, doesn't it?"
Santos flashed a tight grin. "Yes. Contracts always end in a similar fashion to how they began."
Erin applauded herself for her outward calm because inside she shouted and yelled, yes, yes, yes! Sex with Santos. Again. Could life get any better?
She nodded.
"Words, Erin. I need the words."
"Yes, Santos. I want to have sex with you again. Um, I mean, I'm ready to repay my debt."
He didn't drop his eyes from hers, and forced her to walk backward toward the den. The loud music added to her growing excitement. Her pussy throbbed and her panties grew wet with every brush of his body against hers.
"My room is --"
She never got a chance to tell him anything else because he stopped and twirled her around. Her leg bumped the counter separating the dining room from the den, and she reached out to keep from falling over.
Without warning, he grabbed the neckline at the back of her emerald dress and yanked. Her dress split completely in half. She shuddered, but stood motionless under his command. He pushed the dress off her body and stripped off her bra and panties. He left her in thigh highs and heels, then pushed her down over the counter.
Realizing his intent, Erin shoved bowls of chips, dip and finger foods out of the way as his large hands held her down. Bowls crashed to the floor, and bits of food that had been knocked over found themselves smeared over her belly and chest.
With wide eyes, she stared at the other people; these friends of hers, in her home, and for a brief moment, felt an exhilaration such as she'd never known.
"You'd damn well better be wet," Santos warned, seconds before he lined his cock up to her pussy and slammed into her.
Hell, yes, she was wet. He fucked her hard and she pushed up to her elbows, thrilled at how he filled her body and how she was the center of attention. She'd always wanted to be fucked in public. She remembered now how Santos and Nirvana had screwed her at that party last year. How everyone else got off on their actions, and an orgy had ensued as a result. She wasn't sure how that party had ended, as the next memory she'd had was waking up in her own bed, exhausted.
Since then, she'd dreamed of having a handsome hunk take her while everyone watched. In envy, in greed, in fascination. This was the popularity she wanted. Look but don't touch, she mentally told everyone. Don't you wish your man would fuck you like this? she taunted them now behind her smile.
Santos was huge. She'd forgotten over the past year, but the extra-tight fit of him inside her caused a burn that only made her hotter.
Someone had shut the music off, and no one spoke. The wet sounds of his body slamming into her over and over, along with their grunts and pants, bounced around the room. Erin wanted to shout with joy and tell everyone to join in. She could just imagine her party turning into an orgy, with her being the queen. Everyone here would want to fuck her, she was sure of it now, but she'd get to pick and choose who could have her.
If this was indeed her repayment, she'd have her soul back before the night was over. This was too easy. Maybe difficult for others, but this was the ultimate pleasure for her.
Santos grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged gently. She groaned at the pull on her scalp and shoved her hips back to meet his every thrust. "More," she demanded. "Harder, Santos. I want everyone to know how amazing you fuck."
He didn't disappoint. He changed the angle of his thrusts and tightened his hand in her hair, forcing her to raise her upper body. Her breasts bounced, her nipples firmed into hard little pebbles and her chest and belly were spotted with food.
"Come for me," he ordered, making her head tilt back until her neck hurt. "Come!"
*************
Whew! And this snippet is barely the tip of the iceberg of what Erin experiences. Party Girl wets your whistle for menage, bi and more, magic, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dark desire, and a club full of horny demons. Wanna read more? Pick up your copy here!
And do not forget to click here to go back to Marteeka's page where you can read more delicious sexy bits to help you get through your week!
Have a hump-fabulous day!
Ayla
"Santos." Erin's voice trembled, and her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't seen him in probably a year. She'd had the biggest crush on him, back before she knew how to talk and flirt with men. Something dark flitted across her thoughts, that there was more to her memories than what she knew, but she shook it off. Despite the fact they'd hardly ever said two words to each other, she'd always felt drawn to him. Strange.
"Hello, Erin." His voice felt like he'd run a firm hand up her spine. She shivered and stepped back to let him in. His eyes never left hers and she took a deep breath.
He grinned, but it wasn't as welcoming as she'd expected. He seemed grim. Determined.
"Your year is up," he explained in his deep voice, stepping over the threshold. "It's time to repay your debt."
"My debt?"
He shut the door behind him and stroked her cheek. "Yes. Your debt." He ran a rough thumb across her lips before tilting her chin back. "Remember."
His word was a command and worked as a key to a hidden lock inside herself. Those flittering, dark memories poured through her and she remembered. Everything.
Santos. Nirvana. Sex. A contract. Popularity.
Time skittered ahead and she saw herself over this past year, how she'd become more confident, how her number of friends had increased and how her sex life had begun to... hell, she'd actually started to have a sex life.
"It's been a trick," she said softly. Something vital had been missing from her life as her popularity had grown, but she'd ignored the empty feeling because she'd had no idea what could fill that hole.
"No. No trick, Erin. It's a contract. You indebted yourself to us with your soul as collateral. It's time. You do want your soul back, don't you?"
Goosebumps sprang up over her skin and she stepped back, not sure anymore if she should be overjoyed or scared at his return. But his words made her realize it was her soul that'd been missing.
"Yes, I want it back. But I thought Nirvana would handle that."
Santos chuckled low and deep, the sound reaching out to wind its way around her spine. "You forget. She's the Negotiator. I'm the Collector. If my luck holds out, you won't ever see Nirvana again."
"Oh."
He gazed at her as if expecting her to say more. Erin remembered now how they'd set the contract up, and her body trembled with desire. They'd... she and Nirvana had... Santos had... Images of hot sex and warm flesh flashed in front of her. Yes, that had been the most amazing sexual experience ever. Why hadn't she remembered any of this before now? She looked into Santos' eyes and felt herself falling into the dark depths there. He wanted her to accept what she remembered and, probably, what would come. Amazing.
"Erin. Are you ready to begin repaying your debt?"
She bit her lip, hoping her eagerness didn't show. "Let me guess. It involves sex, doesn't it?"
Santos flashed a tight grin. "Yes. Contracts always end in a similar fashion to how they began."
Erin applauded herself for her outward calm because inside she shouted and yelled, yes, yes, yes! Sex with Santos. Again. Could life get any better?
She nodded.
"Words, Erin. I need the words."
"Yes, Santos. I want to have sex with you again. Um, I mean, I'm ready to repay my debt."
He didn't drop his eyes from hers, and forced her to walk backward toward the den. The loud music added to her growing excitement. Her pussy throbbed and her panties grew wet with every brush of his body against hers.
"My room is --"
She never got a chance to tell him anything else because he stopped and twirled her around. Her leg bumped the counter separating the dining room from the den, and she reached out to keep from falling over.Without warning, he grabbed the neckline at the back of her emerald dress and yanked. Her dress split completely in half. She shuddered, but stood motionless under his command. He pushed the dress off her body and stripped off her bra and panties. He left her in thigh highs and heels, then pushed her down over the counter.
Realizing his intent, Erin shoved bowls of chips, dip and finger foods out of the way as his large hands held her down. Bowls crashed to the floor, and bits of food that had been knocked over found themselves smeared over her belly and chest.
With wide eyes, she stared at the other people; these friends of hers, in her home, and for a brief moment, felt an exhilaration such as she'd never known.
"You'd damn well better be wet," Santos warned, seconds before he lined his cock up to her pussy and slammed into her.
Hell, yes, she was wet. He fucked her hard and she pushed up to her elbows, thrilled at how he filled her body and how she was the center of attention. She'd always wanted to be fucked in public. She remembered now how Santos and Nirvana had screwed her at that party last year. How everyone else got off on their actions, and an orgy had ensued as a result. She wasn't sure how that party had ended, as the next memory she'd had was waking up in her own bed, exhausted.
Since then, she'd dreamed of having a handsome hunk take her while everyone watched. In envy, in greed, in fascination. This was the popularity she wanted. Look but don't touch, she mentally told everyone. Don't you wish your man would fuck you like this? she taunted them now behind her smile.
Santos was huge. She'd forgotten over the past year, but the extra-tight fit of him inside her caused a burn that only made her hotter.
Someone had shut the music off, and no one spoke. The wet sounds of his body slamming into her over and over, along with their grunts and pants, bounced around the room. Erin wanted to shout with joy and tell everyone to join in. She could just imagine her party turning into an orgy, with her being the queen. Everyone here would want to fuck her, she was sure of it now, but she'd get to pick and choose who could have her.
If this was indeed her repayment, she'd have her soul back before the night was over. This was too easy. Maybe difficult for others, but this was the ultimate pleasure for her.
Santos grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged gently. She groaned at the pull on her scalp and shoved her hips back to meet his every thrust. "More," she demanded. "Harder, Santos. I want everyone to know how amazing you fuck."
He didn't disappoint. He changed the angle of his thrusts and tightened his hand in her hair, forcing her to raise her upper body. Her breasts bounced, her nipples firmed into hard little pebbles and her chest and belly were spotted with food.
"Come for me," he ordered, making her head tilt back until her neck hurt. "Come!"
*************
Whew! And this snippet is barely the tip of the iceberg of what Erin experiences. Party Girl wets your whistle for menage, bi and more, magic, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dark desire, and a club full of horny demons. Wanna read more? Pick up your copy here!
And do not forget to click here to go back to Marteeka's page where you can read more delicious sexy bits to help you get through your week!
Have a hump-fabulous day!
Ayla
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Wanna Sample?
I love samples, don't you? A good bite, more than a nibble, something to sink your teeth into to gauge if you want the whole enchilada or not.
Yes, you may be thinking food, but today I'm talking about books.
Up today at D Renee Bagby's blog, First Chapters, you can get your sample of my new release -- Soul Debt: Party Girl -- in the form of reading the entire first chapter.
Here's the link. Use it wisely,and enjoy. ;-)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/02/party-girl-by-ayla-ruse/
Yes, you may be thinking food, but today I'm talking about books.
Up today at D Renee Bagby's blog, First Chapters, you can get your sample of my new release -- Soul Debt: Party Girl -- in the form of reading the entire first chapter.
Here's the link. Use it wisely,and enjoy. ;-)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/02/party-girl-by-ayla-ruse/
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Brand New Release out today!
I am so excited! Today is the release of Party Girl from Changeling Press. This is the second book in the multi-author series, Soul Debt. What began as a fun flash fiction Friday theme turned into a scorching hot series of books that centers around this scenario: You open the door and there's a demon needing to collect a debt. What happens next?
My little flash fiction piece spawned this story. If you like romance that is dark, intense, and scorching hot, this is the story for you! Read on for more...
Blurb:
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?
Excerpt:
Thanks for stopping by. I hope this story heats up your weekend.
~Ayla
Visit me anytime to Ensnare Yourself in Love...
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My little flash fiction piece spawned this story. If you like romance that is dark, intense, and scorching hot, this is the story for you! Read on for more...
Party Girl
Soul Debt (#2)
by Ayla Ruse
Publisher: Changeling Press
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Art: Renee George
Genre/Themes: Erotic Romance, Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Menage, Bisexual and More, Magic, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Dark Desire
Santos teaches Erin some debts are hell to pay.
Blurb:
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?
Excerpt:
“Oh, my apologies, Erin,” Nirvana purred, the smile that
adorned her lips looking wicked. “I am someone special, you see. Santos and I
are partners of a sort. I initiate and he comes in at the end. He’s a
Collector. He’d finished with someone else’s debt when he spied you and brought
you to my attention.” Erin turned to fully face the woman, her words intriguing
again, but very strange. Before Erin could question her, Nirvana continued.
“Erin, I seek out those who have desires unmet. I seek out those who are
willing to pay a small price in order to have these desires come true.”
Erin snorted to cover her pain. “So the both of you think
I’m a basket case. Thank you. I think I’ll be going now.”
Erin stood up to leave, but Nirvana’s cool touch on her arm
stopped her. “We’re not done yet, Erin. Wait.”
Nirvana’s voice had turned almost as cool as her touch. It
made Erin nervous, but the seriousness in the tone made her do the woman’s
bidding. Their gazes locked and in moments, Erin felt calm and steady.
“Good girl,” Nirvana praised. She took Erin’s plate from her
hand and set it on the chaise without breaking eye contact. Erin saw the woman
wave her hand to someone behind them, but didn’t pay the movement any mind.
“You’re really pretty,” Erin heard herself say. Nirvana
stroked her cheek again and smiled, her red lips parting to show even, white
teeth.
“Thank you. I think you’re a knock-out, yourself.”
A warm body pressed against Erin’s back. She would have
jumped if Nirvana hadn’t been right in front of her.
“Hi, Erin.” A warm breath teased her ear. His voice sounded
husky and a little agitated. “Is everything okay?”
“S-Santos?” Erin asked, shocked and excited at once. She
wanted to turn to him but Nirvana had taken her face in her palms and wouldn’t
let her go.
“It’s me,” he confirmed, and ran a tongue over the shell of
her ear. Erin shivered between the two people. Their closeness seemed to have
grown tighter.
“Good evening, Santos,” Nirvana purred. “Were you saving her
for me?”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nirvana. I
finished collecting on a debt and stopped by here to unwind.”
Nirvana chuckled as though his words were funny. “I love
working with you, Santos. You are ever the surprise. Either way, she’s a
beauty, isn’t she?”
Erin listened to their banter in confusion. Santos’ body
pressed against her back and his embrace made her feel like a possession. Being
Santos’ possession didn’t sound all that bad, actually.
Santos nodded against her cheek, then asked, “Erin, would
you like to return to the party, or have you agreed to Nirvana’s terms already?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pick up your copy of Party Girl today!
Thanks for stopping by. I hope this story heats up your weekend.
~Ayla
Visit me anytime to Ensnare Yourself in Love...
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Sunday, February 17, 2013
Last Day to be Swept Away!
Welcome to my blog -- if you haven't been here before. This is the last day of the Swept Away Blog Hop, and the last day to enter my contest to win a $15 gift certificate to your choice of amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com. Comment on any of my posts during this blog hop with your email and you're entered. Simple!
Today I'm going to leave you with a burning hot excerpt from my upcoming release: Party Girl. If you thought Taryn's trip to Hell (in Zarakion's Tip) was exciting, just wait until you see what's in store for Erin. But I'll go ahead and let you know, this excerpt takes place before Erin has to step below.
Available February 21, 2013
All rights reserved.
Copyright (c)2013 Ayla Ruse
Formats that will be available:
Adobe PDF, Epub, HTML,
MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader
Publisher: Changeling Press
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres/Themes: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Erotic Romance, Menage, Bisexual and more, Magic, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Dark Desire (M/F/F/M/M...)
Santos teaches Erin some debts are hell to pay...
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?
Excerpt (before the darkness descends):
Erin took a deep breath and, in what felt like slow motion, twisted the knob and swung open the door. Her eyes trailed up the most handsome man in existence. Strong legs encased in perfectly creased dark slacks. A dark silk shirt tucked in and a suit coat in the same color completed the simple outfit. Memories flooded her brain as her eyes met his dark ones.
"Santos." Her voice trembled, and her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't seen him in probably a year. She'd had the biggest crush on him, back before she knew how to talk and flirt with men. Something dark flitted across her thoughts, that there was more to her memories than what she knew, but she shook it off. Despite the fact they'd hardly ever said two words to each other, she'd always felt drawn to him. Strange.
"Hello, Erin." His voice felt like he'd run a firm hand up her spine. She shivered and stepped back to let him in. His eyes never left hers and she took a deep breath.
He grinned, but it wasn't as welcoming as she'd expected. He seemed grim. Determined.
"Your year is up," he explained in his deep voice, stepping over the threshold. "It's time to repay your debt."
"My debt?"
He shut the door behind him and stroked her cheek. "Yes. Your debt." He ran a rough thumb across her lips before tilting her chin back. "Remember."
His word was a command and worked as a key to a hidden lock inside herself. Those flittering, dark memories poured through her and she remembered. Everything.
Santos. Nirvana. Sex. A contract. Popularity.
Time skittered ahead and she saw herself over this past year, how she'd become more confident, how her number of friends had increased and how her sex life had begun to... hell, she'd actually started to have a sex life.
"It's been a trick," she said softly. Something vital had been missing from her life as her popularity had grown, but she'd ignored the empty feeling because she'd had no idea what could fill that hole.
"No. No trick, Erin. It's a contract. You indebted yourself to us with your soul as collateral. It's time. You do want your soul back, don't you?"
Goosebumps sprang up over her skin and she stepped back, not sure anymore if she should be overjoyed or scared at his return. But his words made her realize it was her soul that'd been missing.
"Yes, I want it back. But I thought Nirvana would handle that."
Santos chuckled low and deep, the sound reaching out to wind its way around her spine. "You forget. She's the Negotiator. I'm the Collector. If my luck holds out, you won't ever see Nirvana again."
"Oh."
He gazed at her as if expecting her to say more. Erin remembered now how they'd set the contract up, and her body trembled with desire. They'd... she and Nirvana had... Santos had... Images of hot sex and warm flesh flashed in front of her. Yes, that had been the most amazing sexual experience ever. Why hadn't she remembered any of this before now? She looked into Santos' eyes and felt herself falling into the dark depths there. He wanted her to accept what she remembered and, probably, what would come. Amazing.
"Erin. Are you ready to begin repaying your debt?"
She bit her lip, hoping her eagerness didn't show. "Let me guess. It involves sex, doesn't it?"
Santos flashed a tight grin. "Yes. Contracts always end in a similar fashion to how they began."
Erin applauded herself for her outward calm because inside she shouted and yelled, yes, yes, yes! Sex with Santos. Again. Could life get any better?
She nodded.
"Words, Erin. I need the words."
"Yes, Santos. I want to have sex with you again. Um, I mean, I'm ready to repay my debt."
He didn't drop his eyes from hers, and forced her to walk backward toward the den. The loud music added to her growing excitement. Her pussy throbbed and her panties grew wet with every brush of his body against hers.
"My room is --"
She never got a chance to tell him anything else because he stopped and twirled her around. Her leg bumped the counter separating the dining room from the den, and she reached out to keep from falling over.
Without warning, he grabbed the neckline at the back of her emerald dress and yanked. Her dress split completely in half. She shuddered, but stood motionless under his command. He pushed the dress off her body and stripped off her bra and panties. He left her in thigh highs and heels, then pushed her down over the counter.
Realizing his intent, Erin shoved bowls of chips, dip and finger foods out of the way as his large hands held her down. Bowls crashed to the floor, and bits of food that had been knocked over found themselves smeared over her belly and chest.
With wide eyes, she stared at the other people; these friends of hers, in her home, and for a brief moment, felt an exhilaration such as she'd never known.
"You'd damn well better be wet," Santos warned, seconds before he lined his cock up to her pussy and slammed into her.
Hell, yes, she was wet. He fucked her hard and she pushed up to her elbows, thrilled at how he filled her body and how she was the center of attention. She'd always wanted to be fucked in public. She remembered now how Santos and Nirvana had screwed her at that party last year. How everyone else got off on their actions, and an orgy had ensued as a result. She wasn't sure how that party had ended, as the next memory she'd had was waking up in her own bed, exhausted.
Since then, she'd dreamed of having a handsome hunk take her while everyone watched. In envy, in greed, in fascination. This was the popularity she wanted. Look but don't touch, she mentally told everyone. Don't you wish your man would fuck you like this? she taunted them now behind her smile.
Santos was huge. She'd forgotten over the past year, but the extra-tight fit of him inside her caused a burn that only made her hotter.
Someone had shut the music off, and no one spoke. The wet sounds of his body slamming into her over and over, along with their grunts and pants, bounced around the room. Erin wanted to shout with joy and tell everyone to join in. She could just imagine her party turning into an orgy, with her being the queen. Everyone here would want to fuck her, she was sure of it now, but she'd get to pick and choose who could have her.
If this was indeed her repayment, she'd have her soul back before the night was over. This was too easy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And yet, sometimes all is not as it seems...
You can pick up copy of Party Girl in just a few more days! Here's the link; make sure you bookmark this. Yes, I'm excited! :D
I hope you've had the best time being Swept Away in this blog hop. Be sure to leave a comment with an email for a chance to win a gift certificate, and click here to go to the main hop page to figure out which great blog you'll visit next.
Thanks for visiting, and I hope to see you around again,
Ayla
Today I'm going to leave you with a burning hot excerpt from my upcoming release: Party Girl. If you thought Taryn's trip to Hell (in Zarakion's Tip) was exciting, just wait until you see what's in store for Erin. But I'll go ahead and let you know, this excerpt takes place before Erin has to step below.
Soul Debt: Party Girl
by Ayla Ruse
Available February 21, 2013
All rights reserved.
Copyright (c)2013 Ayla Ruse
Formats that will be available:
Adobe PDF, Epub, HTML,
MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader
Publisher: Changeling Press
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres/Themes: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Erotic Romance, Menage, Bisexual and more, Magic, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Dark Desire (M/F/F/M/M...)
Santos teaches Erin some debts are hell to pay...
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?
Excerpt (before the darkness descends):
Erin took a deep breath and, in what felt like slow motion, twisted the knob and swung open the door. Her eyes trailed up the most handsome man in existence. Strong legs encased in perfectly creased dark slacks. A dark silk shirt tucked in and a suit coat in the same color completed the simple outfit. Memories flooded her brain as her eyes met his dark ones.
"Santos." Her voice trembled, and her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't seen him in probably a year. She'd had the biggest crush on him, back before she knew how to talk and flirt with men. Something dark flitted across her thoughts, that there was more to her memories than what she knew, but she shook it off. Despite the fact they'd hardly ever said two words to each other, she'd always felt drawn to him. Strange.
"Hello, Erin." His voice felt like he'd run a firm hand up her spine. She shivered and stepped back to let him in. His eyes never left hers and she took a deep breath.
He grinned, but it wasn't as welcoming as she'd expected. He seemed grim. Determined.
"Your year is up," he explained in his deep voice, stepping over the threshold. "It's time to repay your debt."
"My debt?"
He shut the door behind him and stroked her cheek. "Yes. Your debt." He ran a rough thumb across her lips before tilting her chin back. "Remember."
His word was a command and worked as a key to a hidden lock inside herself. Those flittering, dark memories poured through her and she remembered. Everything.
Santos. Nirvana. Sex. A contract. Popularity.
Time skittered ahead and she saw herself over this past year, how she'd become more confident, how her number of friends had increased and how her sex life had begun to... hell, she'd actually started to have a sex life.
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"No. No trick, Erin. It's a contract. You indebted yourself to us with your soul as collateral. It's time. You do want your soul back, don't you?"
Goosebumps sprang up over her skin and she stepped back, not sure anymore if she should be overjoyed or scared at his return. But his words made her realize it was her soul that'd been missing.
"Yes, I want it back. But I thought Nirvana would handle that."
Santos chuckled low and deep, the sound reaching out to wind its way around her spine. "You forget. She's the Negotiator. I'm the Collector. If my luck holds out, you won't ever see Nirvana again."
"Oh."
He gazed at her as if expecting her to say more. Erin remembered now how they'd set the contract up, and her body trembled with desire. They'd... she and Nirvana had... Santos had... Images of hot sex and warm flesh flashed in front of her. Yes, that had been the most amazing sexual experience ever. Why hadn't she remembered any of this before now? She looked into Santos' eyes and felt herself falling into the dark depths there. He wanted her to accept what she remembered and, probably, what would come. Amazing.
"Erin. Are you ready to begin repaying your debt?"
She bit her lip, hoping her eagerness didn't show. "Let me guess. It involves sex, doesn't it?"
Santos flashed a tight grin. "Yes. Contracts always end in a similar fashion to how they began."
Erin applauded herself for her outward calm because inside she shouted and yelled, yes, yes, yes! Sex with Santos. Again. Could life get any better?
She nodded.
"Words, Erin. I need the words."
"Yes, Santos. I want to have sex with you again. Um, I mean, I'm ready to repay my debt."
He didn't drop his eyes from hers, and forced her to walk backward toward the den. The loud music added to her growing excitement. Her pussy throbbed and her panties grew wet with every brush of his body against hers.
"My room is --"
She never got a chance to tell him anything else because he stopped and twirled her around. Her leg bumped the counter separating the dining room from the den, and she reached out to keep from falling over.
Without warning, he grabbed the neckline at the back of her emerald dress and yanked. Her dress split completely in half. She shuddered, but stood motionless under his command. He pushed the dress off her body and stripped off her bra and panties. He left her in thigh highs and heels, then pushed her down over the counter.
Realizing his intent, Erin shoved bowls of chips, dip and finger foods out of the way as his large hands held her down. Bowls crashed to the floor, and bits of food that had been knocked over found themselves smeared over her belly and chest.
With wide eyes, she stared at the other people; these friends of hers, in her home, and for a brief moment, felt an exhilaration such as she'd never known.
"You'd damn well better be wet," Santos warned, seconds before he lined his cock up to her pussy and slammed into her.
Hell, yes, she was wet. He fucked her hard and she pushed up to her elbows, thrilled at how he filled her body and how she was the center of attention. She'd always wanted to be fucked in public. She remembered now how Santos and Nirvana had screwed her at that party last year. How everyone else got off on their actions, and an orgy had ensued as a result. She wasn't sure how that party had ended, as the next memory she'd had was waking up in her own bed, exhausted.
Since then, she'd dreamed of having a handsome hunk take her while everyone watched. In envy, in greed, in fascination. This was the popularity she wanted. Look but don't touch, she mentally told everyone. Don't you wish your man would fuck you like this? she taunted them now behind her smile.
Santos was huge. She'd forgotten over the past year, but the extra-tight fit of him inside her caused a burn that only made her hotter.
Someone had shut the music off, and no one spoke. The wet sounds of his body slamming into her over and over, along with their grunts and pants, bounced around the room. Erin wanted to shout with joy and tell everyone to join in. She could just imagine her party turning into an orgy, with her being the queen. Everyone here would want to fuck her, she was sure of it now, but she'd get to pick and choose who could have her.
If this was indeed her repayment, she'd have her soul back before the night was over. This was too easy.
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And yet, sometimes all is not as it seems...
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Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Cover Reveal
Take a look at the cover for my upcoming release, Party Girl. Huge thanks go out to Renee George for her mystical, magical work!
Party Girl releases February 21, 2013, with Changeling Press
Read an excerpt here: http://aylaruse.blogspot.com/p/coming-soon_20.html
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