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Secrets Kept by Shyla Colt

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Blurb for Secrets Kept

Behind the striking veneer, television star, Aiden hides a dark past. Emotionally paralyzed, and resigned to the title permanent bachelor she leaves a string of broken hearts, and cool sheets in his wake. Then free spirited Mya walks in and cracks the casing around his stone heart. Unable to offer her the love she deserves he walks away. Only to be drawn back by evil forces intent on destruction.

Intuitive, Chakra healing, new age store owner, Mya never met a lost cause. Drawn like a moth to a flame to the man who hides behind a mask, she’s burned by his swift rebuke. Though Aiden’s spirit screams out, begging for peace, she keeps her distance.

Her pride crumbles when strange occurrence linked to Aiden begin, escalating at an alarming rate. Scared for her life they must delve into the past he wishes to forget in order to save her life. 

 

Teaser

Her serene expression stole his breath. “You can’t hide from me, Aiden. I see you.”

“You see me?” He grabbed her hand and twisted it behind her back, exerting pressure without hurting her. Her pulse fluttered in her neck. “Trust me now?”

“Yes.” She lifted her chin.

“Spread your legs and lift up your skirt.”

Her hands shook as she bunched up the cloth and held it to her upper thighs.

“Higher, I want to see your panties.” Her eyes grew round and her lips parted. Her shallow breathing excited him. With her dress around her waist, she revealed a lacy pair of black bikini underwear. “Oh, black panties, were we hoping something would happen?”

She bit her bottom lip and looked down.

“Look at me.”

She lifted her heavily lidded eyes.

“Now answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He walked over to her and trailed a finger down her front. “Damn baby, you’re soaked. Do you like being told what to do?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you say we find out, sweetheart? Are you willing to play with me?”

She nodded, and he grinned. “Turn. Place your hands on the wall.” The silky smooth skin beckoned and he trailed his fingers down her arms. She shuddered. He reached around to caress her through the lace, now slick with her dew. The contrast of rough and wet made him ache.

“You really like this, don’t you Sunshine?” He bent, nipping at the sensitive skin on her neck until he found the groove between her neck and her shoulders, and sank his teeth in deep.

“Oh!” She jerked back toward him. He yanked up her dress and grabbed his prize.

“I promise I’ll replace this.” His other hand joined its twin and he yanked, ripping the delicate lingerie apart like a sheet of paper. “And this has to go. Lift your arms.” They worked in tandem, ridding her of the dress. He ran his hands down her body, skimming over every curve of her velvet skin until he reached her inner thighs. With slow, gentle motions, he drew circles with his fingernail, getting closer and closer to her blistering heat, only to pause and retreat. Her muscles tensed. Moans spilled from her throat, an erotic solo in his bedroom.

“Tell me what you want, Mya.”

“Touch me.”

“Where?” He moved the circles to her outer thigh. “Here?”

“No,” she said, her voice higher than usual.

He moved his circles to the sensitive flesh behind her knee and she squirmed. “Here?”

“No.” Gravel crept into her tone.

“So tell me, Sunshine.”

“On my pussy.” She jumbled the words in her rush to get it out in one breath. Normally he’d push it further, make the woman beg for the pleasure he could deliver. With her, he wanted different things. Sweet, slow, and sappy. No. She was a mystery he needed to unravel. He’d get her out of his system, accept her help, and walk away. Frustrated, he slid a finger inside her pussy and groaned. Her walls held him prisoner in a tight embrace. “Oh, you are so tight.” He pumped fast. “Hot and wet.” He added another finger and crooked them into a hook.

“Oh, shit!”

“You’re going to come screaming my name, Mya. I want you to break into a million pieces.” He brought his other hand up and roughly massaged her breast. Her head fell back to rest against him, and her hips moved with his rhythm.

“That’s it baby, let go.” Her muscles fluttered and he grinned, pinching the dime-sized nipples that protruded through her bra.

“Aiden.” She came apart, sucking his fingers into her greedy sheath as she clamped her thighs together. Streams of hot liquid coated his fingers. Ravenous, he pried her legs open, and brought his fingers to his mouth. The honeyed musk made him purr like a jungle cat.

“You taste even better the second time around.” Rested against him, lax, satiated, and trusting, she fucked with his mental space.

“I’m nowhere near done with you.” He spanned the area of her waist and lifted her easily, placing her on the edge of the bed.

“W-what.”

“Spread your legs wide and show me your pretty pink inside, Mya. I want you to come again in my mouth while you’re fucking my tongue, then we’ll move on to my dick. You’re not leaving here until you’ve been thoroughly ravished.”

“Oh my God.”

“I prefer the name Aiden.” He winked and she laughed.

“I don’t…is this too fast? We haven’t even been on a date, and I’m about to be spread-eagle on the bed.”

“Yes, you are.” His voice dropped, and her lids fell to half-mast. “Do you think a night out would make this outcome any different?” He knelt in front of her, massaging her thick thighs in his hands. “What’s between us is potent. Holding out would be a moot point. We’d end up here regardless.” He gripped her inner thighs and spread them. “Now, do as I say, so I can give us both what we want.” He ran his finger down the center of her cleft. “And need.”

 

 

 

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Mistaken Identity by the awesome Shyla Colt!

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Getting what you Need

This is the lesson my hero, Jett Walker learns. After a break up just before what should’ve been his wedding to high school sweet heart, Lis, the man is thrown off his game. To the public he has it all, money, a thriving active career, and the single life. But that was never what this gentleman from Texas wanted. He’s longing for a wife, and a child so bad he can taste the sugary confection that is wedding cake, and see the white picket fence. The fact that his fame cost him his true love has him spiraling down into a pit of depression. Is this the price he must pay for success. He can’t help but wonder if it’s worth it.

In the words of the Rolling Stones, you can’t always get what you want…. But if you try sometimes well you just might find you get what you need. I think we’ve all learned that lesson early on. Life has a way of disappointing you only to surprise you later on down the road with a much better offer. Not to say it’s not a painful road. Just when you’re ready to throw in the towel life takes a sharp right and you’re at a destination you never imagined you would be. Have you ever had that happen to you? How did you deal with it?

Blurb:

Calling off the wedding to his high school sweetheart has sitcom star, Jett Walker, struggling with a deep depression. Exhausted from feigning happiness for convention goers, he escapes to a dive bar. An unexpected encounter leads him to his salvation in the form of Kansas Collins. A curvaceous beauty with lips that beg to be kissed and a body made for loving. Smitten, he allows the assumption that he’s a larper to stand.

Scarred by the tug-of-war her dysfunctional parents place her in, relationships are a four letter word to Kansas. Then a charming southern man, sweeps her off her feet, and delivers sex that transcends a simple exchange of pleasure. Her mind screams soul mate, but when his lies surface their fairytale goes south. Uncertain what’s real or ruse Kansas is torn.

Can Jett convince her it’s a once in a lifetime love?

Excerpt:

She pushed the cool metal handle down. The door opened with a pop. He nudged it with their bodies and entered the massive suite, kicking the door shut behind them with his booted foot. He turned on the light switch with his elbow. A part of her registered the gigantic California King bed, on the far side of the room, and the elegant navy blue couch with a screen television to their right. A distinctive click broke the silence, and the rest of the details were lost.

That simple sound acted like a buzzer signaling the start of a round. She surged forward, slipped her tongue between his lips and began a tango of tongues. He tasted sweet and fiery, like his drink. Tilting her head to get a better taste, she buried her fingers into the soft, short, dirty-blond hair. In return he fisted her hair. Tension formed at her scalp. A pleasurable pain swept through her like a forest fire. The back of his legs hit the bed, and he fell back with her on top of him.

With him she was an Amazon woman. There was no self consciousness or awkward pauses. His rigid length and the need in his eyes left no doubt he liked her as is. She placed her legs on either side of him, lined up their pelvises and pulled back to meet his gaze. The power was heady. Bending over his body, her dark hair fell around them like a dark curtain.

“Me first.”

“We can do it however you want it, Kansas.”

This is crazy. She swiveled her hips. His body jerked in response. Gripping the bottom of his t-shirt she tugged upward. “This has to go. I want to see you.”

“Only if I can see you.”

She smirked. “You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” Sitting up she tried not to drool as he revealed golden skin stretched taut over a chest that would rival a Greek god’s. The heat in his eyes scalded her. Her hands shook as she removed her shirt before she lost the nerve.

“You are so beautiful, Kansas.” He caressed her sides, worked his way up her soft belly to the underside of her bra. There was no rush inside the tiny bubble they’d created.

“So are you.” She ran her hands down his chest. His muscles contracted, and he grew impossibly hard beneath her.

“I can feel you through your jeans Kansas, and you’re so damn hot. Are you wet for me?”

“Soaked.”

“I want to feel it.” Grasping her hips with his large hands, he moved her in his lap.

She gasped. The tension built inside her. “Oh God.” She whimpered.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

He ground harder. Her heart raced, and her breath caught.

“I-I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

“Do it.” His voice was lower, husky. “I want to know I can make you come without even touching you.”

The words took her higher, and the rough material pressed into her clit did the rest. She screamed, spiraling over the edge fast and hard. Her body convulsed, and she clutched the sheets beneath her for purchase.

“Damn, you are even sexier when you’re screaming my name while you come.” His voice wasn’t arrogant. It was reverent, and full of pride and pleasure. She gave him a shy smile. Impossible to be bashful when he looks at me like that. He sat up and unbuckled the back of her bra helping her slide it down her arms. Her nipples stood at attention under his intense stare.

“I think we’re both wearing too much clothing, darling,” he whispered.

“Agreed.”

He rolled her onto her back. “I want to undress you.” Unbuttoning the top of her jeans, he and slid his fingers beneath her waist band into her underwear.

“So hot.” He swirled his thumb around her clit. “And wet.” Sparks of pleasure shot through her core, and he slid a finger in and she bucked.

“That’s it, Sas. Let me see you come again.”

He circled her entrance, pulled out, and pushed back inside.

“Jesus!”

“You’re so tight, Kansas. Imagine how you’ll grip my cock.”

She moaned.

“You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you?” He added another finger and pumped harder, stretching her walls. Blood rushed back to her core. Her muscles quivered, and she lifted her hips in time with his hand.

“That’s it, Sas, fuck my fingers, I want you to come apart for me.”

Unable to stave off the explosion she clamped down on his fingers. A bright blaze of white light detonated behind her lids. For a moment she held her breath, caught up in the intensity of an orgasm she didn’t want to end. Her lungs burned, and she took a breath of air scented with musk, as she floated in the white space of pleasure. When she could refocus they were both nude and he was fisting his swollen dick in his hand. A fresh gush of juices flowed. He was beautiful, flushed, thick, and long with a steady stream of pre-cum pouring from his slit, and running down his hands. His breath rattled in his chest and his hips pumped. The masculine grunts and moans were music to her ear.

“Don’t you dare come.”

He smirked. “I-I wasn’t planning on it, Beauty.”

“Good.” She gathered her strength, rolled onto her belly, and rose to her knees. “I think it’s my turn to have a little fun.” Crawling to the center of the bed, she paused to lick the sticky, white substance from his hands, careful to trace the knuckles and the sensitive hollows between each finger before she moved on to flick her tongue over the head. His hands stilled.

She glanced up. “Don’t stop. I like watching you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He resumed his strokes, and she dipped the tip of her tongue into his slit, tangy, saltiness danced along her taste buds. Opening her mouth she sucked his head into her mouth.

He growled. “If you don’t stop that soon it’s going to be over before it really starts.”

She removed her lips and sighed. “Later?”

“Definitely.”

“Condom?”

“On the night stand.”

She arched a brow. Had he been trolling around looking for an able body?

“I did it when you blanked on me.”

“Ahh, I like a man who thinks on his feet.” She winked, rolled over to the nightstand, grabbed the square foil, and came back. Her sure movements had the rubber on and in place in moments. He twitched in her hand and she squeezed him gently.

“Lay back, I owe you a ride.” She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down.

“Saddle up, little filly.” He exaggerated his accent and wiggled his eyes.

The humor swept away the nervousness edging in, and she chuckled.

“There’s the smile.” His lips twitched upward.

She climbed onto him, guided him inside her achy entrance, and sank down onto his swollen cock.

Author Bio

Shyla Colt lives in southern California with her marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not teaching Abc’s , running errands , or headed to the park she writes full time and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell, she thinks sleep is over rated. Her goal is to bring you erotic romance full of characters that feel real, plots that make you, think and happily ever after endings that show you the true power of love.

 

Rolling Stones You can’t Always Get what you want

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Zombies Anonymous by Shyla Colt

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I just wanted to thank Nikki for having me over! It’s always wonderful to be here. *smiles. This story is a meeting of two of my favorite things, horror and romance. I’ll be running a contest until Friday so be sure to swing by and check out the goodies you can win 😀

Blurb

Hi my name is Cezelia, and I’m a Zombie.

Laid low by an addiction to black magic, the ex-zombie once enslaved by a Hoodoo Priestess turns to Zombies Anonymous for help. The second she lays eyes on the tall, pale, Traditional her body comes back to life. After years of feeling nothing she’s alive and insatiable. Can this inspiring man help her kick the habit for good?

Bitten more years ago then he cares to remember, Martine life has been reduced to the strict diet, and tight rein he must keep on his urges. Then Cezelia walks in to the place he considers his sanctuary and reminds him he’s still very much a man. The passion between them could burn down a forest, and the hardest part about figuring out the why is keeping their hands to themselves long enough to do it.

Excerpt

The impromptu make out session in the alley frayed my nerves. I was ready to bend Cezelia over and fuck her in front of everybody in the group. Like a powder keg ready to blow, I jumped up from my seat when the clock struck nine, said my goodbyes with lighting fast speed, and quickly guided Cezelia from the building toward my car by her elbow.

“Eager?”

“If I’m not inside of you in the next five minutes I’m going to come in my pants. You wouldn’t want me to embarrass myself, would you?”

“It’s a good thing you can’t reproduce because I don’t have protection.”

“The benefits of being undead.”

She laughed as we reached my black SUV, and I hit the alarm.

“I promise we’ll look into this thing between us, but right now …” She grabbed my collar and pulled me close, planting a blistering kiss on my lips. “Shut up and fuck me zombie boy.”

I opened the door and we fell into the back seat in a tangle of limbs. I yanked up her skirt and hissed as heat rolled off her in waves that scorched my skin. Since I caught the virus I’d been cool to the touch, similar to a vampire. I craved the warmth she had in spades. As I rubbed her through her silky red knickers, a fresh gush of liquid soaked through onto my fingertips.

“Damn, you’re so wet.” I slipped a finger inside the side of her panties and into her slick entrance. Her walls clenched me tight. “Fuck, you’re so tight Zelia. I can’t wait to feel your cunt wrapped around me.”

“Less talking more action.” She moaned.

“Eager aren’t you?”

“It’s been a long time.”

“How long?”

A moment passed before she answered.

“Four years. I thought my libido was broken until tonight. It happens sometimes after being under the influence of someone for such an extended period of time.”

“Damn, then I’m like your first.” The thought made my dick hard. “I can’t wait to pop your cherry.” I teased as I circled my finger inside her, exploring her walls.

“I got to make sure you’re ready for me, so open those legs wider.”

She purred as her thighs parted, her feminine musk tickling my nose and heightening my arousal.

“You like that?”

“Yes.” Her voice was husky, her eyes half lidded.

“Then move for me pretty girl. Fuck my fingers with that delectable pussy of yours.”

Her blue eyes dilated, and her full pink lips parted as she drove her hips up to meet my hand. Tipping her pelvis up she ground down on my fingers.

“Oh, Martine.” Her voice was shaky, as her muscles twitched, contracting and gripping my fingers tightly. She was beautiful as she strained up against me to seek her pleasure. She deserved more than a quick fuck in a car. Images of her beautiful brown skin splayed against my white sheets flashed through my mind becoming an obsession. I curled my fingers and she cried out, jerked and digging her fingers into my forearms. I reached down between us thrumming her clit like a guitar, while and listening to the music she made as she came apart. Her body seized. Sticky wetness flowed across my fingers and I bent down, capturing her lips with mine, drinking the passion directly from her lips.

She peered up at me with glassy eyes.

“I want to take you for the first time in my bed. Will you come with me?”

A bashful expression crossed her face. “You want me to come to your house?”

“Oh yes. We’re nowhere near finished and I want more than a one night stand. This is the most alive I’ve felt since the virus. I’m not sure what’s between us, but I plan on fighting to keep it, if that’s okay with you?”

“Very Okay.”

“Good.”

I freed my fingers, popping them in my mouth and groaned. She was a rich, bittersweet dessert I wanted to sample more of. “You’re exquisite.” I said as I smoothed down her skirt and helped her sit up, anticipation slithering in my belly like a hungry snake.

Authors’ Bio

Shyla Colt lives in southern California with her marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not teaching Abc’s , running errands , or headed to the park she writes full time and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell, she thinks sleep is over rated. Her goal is to bring you erotic romance full of characters that feel real, plots that make you, think and happily ever after endings that show you the true power of love.

Want to know more about Shyla? You can find her here

Website: www.shylacolt.com

Twitter: @Shylacolt

Blog: www.shylacoltsstraightshot.wordpress.com

Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/authorshyla.colt