Naughty Halloween Story and Giveaway with MK Elliot

Today we have MK Elliot as a guest for our Very Naughty Halloween event- she has a steamy hot and extremely haunting short story for us and a giveaway of her ebook Deadly Beauty

Incubus
M.K. Elliott

The moment I saw the house I fell in love.

Standing in its impressive driveway, my hold tightened on my husband’s hand. My breath was suddenly shallow and hard to catch. My heart racing.

Both imposing and formidable, the house loomed over us like some giant tombstone. With a heavy, double fronted door and ancient sash windows; the property was probably a surveyor’s nightmare. Yet something about the place caught my attention—an instantaneous attraction.

The house wanted me.

My husband hadn’t understood but everyone knows ninety percent of house buying is done by the woman, and after all, he spent all week away with work. It was me who would be spending all my time here.

Within six weeks the house became mine.

How was I to know it wasn’t the house that wanted me, but something inside the house..?

I knew from the beginning I wasn’t alone. The moment I opened the front door, a breeze breathed through the building, lifting the net curtains in such a way, it was as though they whispered my name.

My husband had to leave that night, full of apologies about not being able to stay longer to help us settle in. But I wanted him to leave. I wanted to be alone in the house. It never occurred to me to be frightened.

In the evening, standing at the stove, cooking dinner, the gentle pressure of a hand rested upon my shoulder. I was filled with the certainty that someone stood behind me, but I turned to find the kitchen empty.

Still, the presence in the house was obvious to me. I sensed it as clearly as if my husband was in the room. Part of me knew I should be scared, but somehow the entity’s presence itself was enough to ebb clam and lust in equal measure into my system.

Later, naked, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, the sensation of arms encircled my waist, my nipples puckering in response to the touch. Behind me, the shower thundered; steam fogging the mirror. The cold drift of fingers lightly feathered their way across my stomach and I parted my legs, heat rising up from between them. I wanted to feel its touch there. I wanted to experience sensation of cool pressure pushing its way up between my thighs, but as soon as I parted my thighs the presence was gone again.

Stepping into the shower, my arousal hadn’t dissipated. The water cascaded down my breasts, my nipples still hard nubs, despite the heat. I used my own fingers to do the work of hands I had only sensed. I ran my hands across my stomach, reaching between my thighs. I dipped my fingers into my hot, wet folds, stroking. With my thumb, I ran lazy circles over my clit, heightening my arousal, until I ended up leant against the cold of the shower tiles, my forehead resting on my other arm. I imagined my fingers were those of the entity I sensed around me, that I was not bringing myself to orgasm, but the person I was certain existed with me in the house. Gasping, my whole body shuddered as the power of my orgasm ripped though me, leaving my legs shaking and weak.

I hoped he had watched me, whoever was in my house. I hoped he had watched me make myself come and it had turned him on as much as it had me.

That night he came to me.

I woke to find the room cold, freezing even, in the warm summer night. My skin was a sensitive rash of goose bumps, and my nipples stood painfully hard and erect against the silk of my night slip. Unconsciously, I reached down to pull the covers back over me, my half-asleep mind not yet registering something was wrong. I pulled the duvet around my body trying to escape the sudden chill of the night and I started to fall back to sleep.

Suddenly the cold alerted me again. I realized in my doze, the bed covers were no longer covering my body. Instead, they hung off the end of the bed—as though flung there. Nervous butterflies worried my stomach, and I trembled in fear and anticipation. I lay frozen on the bed, unsure of what to do. A cool breeze blew from the end of my bed, its icy fingers creeping up the inside of my thighs, across my stomach and up to my breasts. I shuddered at its caress, my teeth gently biting my bottom lip.

I knew the presence was here.

Cold fingers touched the side of my face and a small moan escaped me. A weight lowered on the bed beside me, and I opened my eyes. The room was in total darkness. Black surrounded me like a living substance. If I were unable to breathe, I would have believed myself to be drowning in it. Fingers traced down my face and across my lips. I opened them slightly, tasting a sweet muskiness, and a wave of desire ran up from between my legs to spread its warm glow across my body. My hips pushed upward, desperate for some contact, but if my lover noticed he ignored my needs. The icy pathway continued down my neck and across to my nipple. A bitter tongue encircled the hard nub. The moisture from his mouth reacted with the arctic room, inflaming me.

Again I cried out, my body pinned to the mattress. I cried out in both fear and desire. I felt his tongue working its way down my body, and I wanted him—God, how I wanted him. My back arched up into his touch; my pussy already wet and swollen, ready to be taken. But instead of going where I wanted him most, he pulled his mouth away and pushed his body up against mine, his fingers tangling in the back of my hair, hard muscular legs entwining my own. His entire body was like a smooth glacier, sinews and muscle carved into every plane and curve. The hardness of his cock pushed against my stomach and I longed to touch it, to take his dick between my lips, tease the slit with my tongue.

But instead his mouth crushed down on mine, angry and passionate. I kissed him back, my tongue searching the cold of his mouth, his own tongue tracing the inside of mine.

I reached down, my fingers tracing the solid muscle of his body. How could this be real? How could I be touching something in my heart I knew did not belong to this world?

I ran my hands down his chest, his rippled stomach, and the hard length of his cock sprang up to meet me. My fingers tentatively stroked its curved length, feeling its satin smoothness. He trembled beside me, my contact creating the same sensations that he had in me.

Then he pulled away again. I groaned in disappointment, but then I felt his mouth upon my skin once more. He headed down now, cold lips nibbling the skin of my stomach, his mouth brushing the narrow strip of hair I left down there. I spread my legs wide, my body trembling in anticipation.

His mouth was on me, the coolness of his tongue a balm against my hot flesh. Starting at the base of my pussy, tantalizingly close to the tight pucker of my ass, he slowly licked upward, ending on the quivering nub of my clit. I gasped in delight. He moved down again, his tongue flicking my ass just briefly before traveling back up. Over and over, he licked me, each time paying just a little more attention to my tight hole. I moaned, my head thrashing against the pillow, my fingers gripping the sheets.

Then I felt his finger circle my ass, gently probing, teasing me open. He pushed his finger inside of me, his tongue still working my clit. Slowly, he pumped his finger, slick with my own juices.

Cold in the heat of my tight ass.

I was on the verge, my orgasm so close it held me captive. I was unable to think of anything else but the sheer pleasure racing through my veins. I didn’t want him to stop, but he did, pulling his face away from my pussy and finger from my ass, and traveling back up my body.

Still, some forced held me pinned to the bed.

He leaned over me now, his weight pressing into the mattress either side of me. My pussy was slick and wet, and, with a slight shift in his position, his rock-hard cock pushed into me. I gasped with pleasure, my hands pinned down either side of my head, unable to reach up and pull him deeper and harder.

He was a raging fire, all consuming, violent and hungry as he thrust deep inside. As I climbed towards climax, his fingers raked my back and his body slammed into mine. His desperation matched my own until I was unaware of anything but the mounting tide inside of me, straining to break its dam and destroy all thought, all knowledge. The upsurge flooded and as it did so I screamed out loud, my body jolting in spasms of sheer delight, my thoughts a torrent inside my head.

Suddenly I was alone once again. He had gone.

My experience felt like a dream. Was that all it had been? I had climaxed in my sleep before, but never anything like that.

I rolled over in bed, my fingers touching the empty space where my husband was supposed to lie. The movement caused me to wince in pain, my wrists still sore and bruised from where he had held me.

Just before I sank back into the arms of sleep, I heard the house whisper...


M.K. Elliott is the author of the bestselling short story collection, Rescued. A British author, she was born in Devon, England, where she now lives with her husband, two young daughters, a crazy Spanish rescue dog and four hens. Though she has a degree in Zoology, her true love has always been writing and she now works as a full time author.

Since Rescued hit the number one spot, she’s also had several other titles hit the bestseller list, including another short story collection, Some Love it Hot, and her erotic vampire novella, Deadly Beauty.

M.K. writes everything from contemporary romance to steaming hot erotica, and her love of travel and adventure is her main influence in her stories.

All of her titles are available to buy from Amazon and Barnes & Noble. If you would like to know more about M.K. then please visit her Facebook Page. Her short stories also appear in the Kindle blog and eBooks, Everything Erotic.

Deadly Beauty Description:

When erotic dancer, Nadine, is attacked and stabbed in a dark alley, the last thing she expects is to be ‘saved’ by lesbian vampire, Adrienne.

While Nadine had sworn off men as a human, now a newly turned vampire, she struggles with her new desire for both sex and blood. And when River, a sexy, but dangerous male vampire, is thrown into the mix, Nadine has to wonder if she really wants to be with another woman for the rest of eternity...

(Warning; contains scenes of explicit sex, including lesbian, anal, and ménage, and some violence. Intended for an over 18 reader only.)

This book is a novella and is 36K words in length.

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In the Mood for Halloween?

In the mood for a few sexy tales of love, lust and the paranormal- set to a Halloween backdrop?

Then look no further than Eternal Desire and A Halloween to Remember- both are erotic paranormal novellas set at Halloween.

Eternal Desire has an added bonus of being set in New Orleans- it's funny one of the characters, Christien, stays at the Royal Sonesta hotel which is where I just reserved my room for Authors After Dark 2012. (squee)

Eternal Desire Blurb:

Liz Beth, a paranormal researcher, is haunted by the seductive vampire, Quillon, who may or may not be real. She arrives in New Orleans the week of Halloween to search for the elusive vampire of her dreams and instead encounters a handsome stranger, Christien, with whom she begins a passionate affair with.

Soon she is torn between her dream lover and a flesh and blood man, both of whom are a mystery to her. The closer it gets to Halloween the wilder things become. LizBeth gets closer to the truth about Quillon while Christien has her under his own spell.

Will all be revealed at the Vampyre Ball or will the masks stay in place?

In New Orleans at Halloween anything is possible.



A Halloween to Remember Blurb:

What says Halloween better than a wild party at an old Victorian mansion complete with its own cemetery?

Perhaps meeting the man of your dreams thanks to the magic of Halloween.

Adena can’t believe her eyes when she spots Dimitri in the library- he looks like something straight off the cover of a historical romance novel-the type of guy she’s always dreamed of. Too bad he disappears before she has the chance to introduce herself. When she finally spots him again later that night she decides she’s not letting him get away again.

Adena thinks she’s finally found the one. Until she wakes up alone the next morning- in the cemetery.

Halloween magic brought them together but will it be strong enough to keep them together?

A Free Halloween Story: Curves with Bite

This is a free Halloween story for your enjoyment.

This story was actually inspired by HipsandCurves.com which caters to plus size apparel.

I was working on a story idea about sexy plus size lingerie when I found the site. Their beautiful attire inspired me to write this little story.

Curves with Bite
By Roxanne Rhoads

A Halloween Costume Ball!

When Karen called to tell me she had scored four free tickets to the Vampyre Ball I was psyched. The idea excited me so much, I loved Halloween more than any other holiday and I hadn’t done anything fun- really fun, for adults, in a long time…but squeezing my post baby butt into any of my old costumes was out of the question.

The thought of trying on new costumes made my stomach turn thinking about how much weight I had gained during the pregnancy. Weight that refused to come off even now almost a year after little Robby had been born.

Maybe I should just forget about it and not even go, I am sure Rob would forgive me-wouldn’t he?

No, he’d tell me to get off my butt and enjoy life and not worry about how I looked, especially since he thought I was sexy no matter what the scale told me. I just couldn’t believe that. Every time I looked in the mirror I could see what I used to look like and it haunted me because I no longer looked that way.

I knew there was no way I was going to find anything sexy and plus size at the local costume stores. No, all that they had to offer was mass produced polyester.

I wanted something that was going to make me look and feel as sexy… and vamp like as possible, but was that even going to be possible? I hadn’t grown accustomed to being a plus size woman yet so I hadn’t bought anything but cheap clothes and some cotton panties from Wal-mart. I lounged around the house with a baby all day wearing Rob’s sweats. No wonder I never felt sexy.

So where to begin searching for sexy plus size costumes? I decided to start with just plus size clothing search online and after scouring a few sites I hit the jackpot.

I found an amazing lingerie store that catered to plus size women, HipsandCurves.com, they also carried some clothing and accessories like skirts, shoes, and gloves. I couldn’t believe the beautiful things that had for sale and how gorgeous and curvy the models looked. Perhaps having a little extra padding wasn’t so bad. I now had the huge boobs I had always wanted and a nice round rump to match. I still had the same basic shape I always did, just with… more.

I was still beautiful, that meant I could still dress like a beautiful woman. I didn’t have to hide under sweats and loose tunics and babydolls. I should show the world my sexy womanly curves.
So I finally talked myself into the risqué outfit I put together and gave myself a pep talk that yes, I would actually wear it to the Ball and not chicken out.

Yeah, right! That depended on how it would actually look on me once I had it home and could try it on.

I waited impatiently, for what seemed like an eternity but was only a couple days, for the package to arrive in the mail.

I waited for Robby to be asleep and everyone else to be gone at work and school before trying my ensemble on.

I opened the box carefully and unwrapped everything, oohing and ahhing at the fabrics and the colors.

I had thought about purchasing the vampiress collar but I didn’t like things to be up around me like that so I settled on something more subtle. I had chosen a long Parisian style, floor length skirt, black of course. I was worried about the rows and rows of black satin and organza ruffles that looked like layers. I was afraid it would be too much and just add bulk to what I felt was already a massive backside. I carefully laid it on the bed to inspect the most prized and naughty piece of my costume- the Baronessa Steel Boned Silk Corset in ruby red. I tingled with excitement. Would I actually be able to wear a corset in public?

More importantly how the hell was I going to get that thing on without Rob’s help?

I called Karen.

****

“Oh. My. God! Diane you are so gorgeous! Look at your cleavage! Your curves! I am so jealous. All the guys at the Ball are going to be ogling your boobs all night,” she giggled.

“I think it’s too much. I am showing way too much skin. I can’t possibly wear this in public.” I moaned as I looked in the mirror from every angle. Yeah, I looked pretty vampish in the black and crimson costume but there was a lot of skin, my skin, my very pale white skin showing up top.

“Here put on the opera gloves and drape this sexy shawl over your shoulders. If you are feeling exposed you can cover more, if you are feeling sexy you can cover less. Come on let’s see how it all looks together, put on the shows too.”

To complete my outfit I had bought I pair of exquisite heels I would probably fall and break my ankle in but hey they looked good.

“You are so freaking hot, D. Rob is going to die when he sees you. I bet you haven’t dressed up for him in ages, have you?”

“No,” I confessed, “I just haven’t felt sexy since Robby was born."

“Well, girl, look in the mirror I think you got your sexy back!”

I looked, then I really looked and I had to admit I think she was right.

“The night of the Ball you have to come over and help me get ready. I want to blow Rob away with the surprise of me walking down the stairs wearing this. Bring your costume over and it’ll be like when we teenagers getting ready for prom together.”

She smiled, “You better believe it, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

****

The night of the Ball I was having doubts until Karen showed up with vampire makeup and margarita mix.

“I can’t get drunk before we even get to the Ball,” I protested.

“No, but one margarita will give you the extra shot of confidence you are going to need.”

“You know me so well!”

“I’m your best friend. That’s my job.”

So I carried everything up to the bedroom while she went to the kitchen to mix up our drinks and Karen’s husband went to find Rob in the pole barn, otherwise known as the Man Cave. Baby Robby and our daughter Kris were at my mom’s for the night. Woo Hoo. Adult time.

I was standing in the bathroom in nothing but a lacy thong rubbing creamy white makeup all over my body when Karen walked in with our drinks.

“Here let me help, you want it to be even.”

The makeup was smooth and flawless, not like most Halloween stuff. Plus it wasn’t thick and nasty either. Just enough to give me a bit of a white glow.

“God, D, this is going to look so fab with your dark hair and that crimson corset. I wish I had dark hair, I could look so much more vampish.”

I slipped on my skirt and a flannel shirt so I wasn’t standing around topless while we finished getting ready.

“Karen, I wish I had your supermodel thighs. You have got it going on with those shiny black thigh high boots and short shirt. You have the whole modern vamp thing going, sleek and sexy while I am so old school with the long skirt and opera gloves.”

“Yeah but you got the curves. I look like vampire Barbie...without the big boobs.”

We both giggled at that. It had been so long since we did the girl thing, getting ready to hit the town with our men. This felt good, I was starting to feel like myself again, and I was starting to accept the reflection in the mirror. I was still the same woman I had always been.

Finally after about an hour of painstakingly applying our Goth girl makeup with such precision it was time to lace me into my corset.

Thankfully we had practiced this a few times to get it just right so I could be comfortable while still whittling my waist a couple inches and pushing my breasts out for maximum effect.

I slipped on my gloves and put on a necklace then turned to look in the mirror.

“Karen, is that really me?” I whispered.

“It sure is, D and you are flat out gorgeous. Wow, honest to God I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so beautiful.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes. My skin glowed, my hair was arranged in long waves everywhere-the light hitting the dark curls and shining with auburn highlights, my lips were full and blood red to match my corset, my eyes glittered dark and mysterious, and my curves…I had curves for days, they were like that pink bunny…they just kept going and going.

I stood there staring at myself while Karen went and grabbed her camera and started snapping photos. I even managed to strike a pose.

Then I heard Rob downstairs. “Hey ladies, come on it’s time to go or we are going to be more than fashionably late.”

“You go first Karen, I need to take a deep breath.”

“OK, just don’t chicken out you look fabulous,” She took off down the stairs.

I took another deep breath then decided I better descend or Rob was going to come after me and ruin my surprise.

I managed to gracefully make it down the stairs without twisting an ankle though I kept my eyes on the stairs so I wouldn’t trip. When I looked up all three of them were just staring at me. Rob had the biggest grin on his face, a very wolfish grin that made me think he wanted to devour me. Even Karen’s husband Tom was practically drooling over my cleavage. Karen finally smacked him so he would shut his mouth.

Rob walked up to me and offered his arm like a gentleman. He was wearing an old fashioned man’s opera cat and top hat to match my costume. “You look delicious my dear, good enough to eat.”

“Sure you are not taking this vampire thing a little too far there, sweetie.”

“Honey, I can’t wait to nibble on every single piece of flesh on your body tonight. Maybe we shouldn’t go, I don’t know if I want to share you. Maybe I should keep you all to myself.”

“No way, I got all dressed up we’re going out.”

“As you wish,” he said with a sigh.

****

We had a fabulous evening and everyone commented that I was the Belle of the Ball. No one could take their eyes off me. I was self conscious at first but after awhile I realized they weren’t looking at me like I was a freak, they were enjoying the view, so I let them enjoy.

Rob couldn’t keep his hands off me all night. I think part of him just wanted every guy to know I was his and he made that very clear. But he kept it up after we got home, too.

He got out his camera and took plenty of poses of me all dolled up, and in various states of being undressed. A couple with just my corset and heels on which was how we ended up making love…several times. He was completely naked, but I kept on my corset and heels…and then just the corset.

I think I am going to have to invest in a few more corsets.

(C) Copyright 2009 by Roxanne Rhoads
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