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I’m excited to announce I’ve joined another fun blog hop. This one is made up of a group of authors who share six paragraphs from one of their current works in progress or something they’ve already published. This week, I decided to share a bit from my first published short novella, Brigid’s Blessing (The Bigfoot Chronicles). For those of you who are first time visitors to my blog, let me warn you. This novella and the entire trilogy this is a part of is categorized as dark erotica, more specifically monster erotica. The creature we all know as Bigfoot or Sasquatch has very explicit sex with the heroine. Some folks may find it offensive. That’s okay. If you’re one of those people, you may not want to read further. If you’d like to see what all the “hoopla” is over this genre, then read on!
Here’s the blurb:
Bryanna Stevens was slowly dying inside. The safe and consensual sexual relationship with her husband Travis had slowly deteriorated into one filled with torment and abuse. With nowhere to turn, she pleaded her case to the Goddess Brigid. She offered herself up to the gods to do as they see fit if they’d grant her one wish—to conceive a child of her own.
Hell bent on avenging the mutilation and death of his pregnant mate, Ashar risks everything to make the humans pay. Instead, he’s blindsided by his desire for the naked beauty stretched out over an altar, pleading for the gods to give her a child. Before he can stop himself, he’s kneeling beside her. Could she be the one to save the Forest People and mend his broken heart or the one to destroy them all?
This is the beginning of the scene right after the heroine Bryanna has a confrontation with some of her husband’s friends. These people were in her home attending a party her husband held every year. Bryanna loathes most of them as they’ve always treated her as an outcast and beneath them. One woman in particular couldn’t keep her mouth shut resulting in Bryanna kicking ALL of them out and then retreating to her bedroom.
Fucking cunt! Who the hell does she think she is passing judgment on me? She kicked off her shoes, slipped the large sweatshirt over her head and flopped down at her dressing table. She stared back at her reflection in the mirror and giggled. There she was in all her glory—half of her hair out of her braid, lipstick completely rubbed off, mascara smudged under her eyes, and her cheeks flushed a deep rose color. Her tits, barely contained in her bra, bounced as her laughter turned to tears.
She was so tired of being judged around town for trying to be true to herself. “I am who I am.” Travis used to love that about her. It was her free spirit that attracted him to her in the first place. She was the one who introduced him to the BDSM lifestyle. Unfortunately, over the last few years they’ve strayed from the safe and consensual to the angry sex. She wasn’t sure when he changed from the caring Dom to the nightmare control freak he was now, but she couldn’t take it anymore. The more he drank, the less he could perform unless it meant tormenting and demoralizing her. That wasn’t what she signed up for when she agreed to be his submissive.
It was time she faced the facts. Her ten year marriage was a joke. Sure the sex was over the top and exactly what she wanted—when he was able to deliver. Most days he was either too tired or too drunk to get it up. It took her to push him enough to make him pissed off before his dick would rise to the occasion and that was getting to be scarce as well.
It’s why she was surprised at how hard his cock was just before the toast. Maybe showing off in front of his friends gave him the hard on because it sure as hell wasn’t her. She slipped out of her bra and examined the scratches and tiny welts over her tits. Her right nipple appeared bruised where he bit into it. She had feared he did more damage, but luckily no part of it was missing.
She unraveled the rest of her hair from the loose braid and brushed some of the tangles out of it. She loved the way her hair appeared with soft waves after braiding. The gold and red highlights in her chestnut brown hair were a new addition and one her husband wasn’t fond of at all. He wanted her to go a deep auburn color but she refused. That set off another nasty confrontation between them. Instead of hot angry sex, he’d stormed out and stayed away. Apparently he preferred the company of the drunks and tramps at the local bar instead of staying home with her. He didn’t start talking to her again until three days ago. Whatever. I’m done.
She stood and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a silky puddle at her feet. She gazed at her reflection in the full length mirror on the bedroom door and admired her curves. It took a lot of work to keep her looking fit and it was wasted on a man who didn’t appreciate it or her at all.
There you have it. Next week I’ll share six from the second book in this trilogy. Until then, make sure you visit the other authors participating this week. You can click HERE to be taken to the list.
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