Passionate Squee

A Passionate Squee: Winners Announced & a Gift to My Readers
Tick, tick, tick! Valentine’s Day is Coming & The Squee Ends
A Passionate Squee: Siren Allen #Sci-fi #Romance

A Passionate Squee: Winners Announced & a Gift to My Readers

It’s been wonderful hosting twelve amazing romance authors for A Passionate Squee. I went out and bought one book right away after reading its excerpt and added others to my wish list. As I said at the beginning of the Squee, I don’t really squee in real life, but I will say that the reading over the past two weeks has made my girlie bits heat up. Thank heavens I have a live in Valentine.

I’ll announce the winners of the $10 Amazon gift cards in a bit. First I want to share my gift to you, a flash fiction story that drops you into Maon and Selina Shirley’s lives after the events of Maon: Marshal of Tallav but before those of Shane: Marshal of Tallav.

Fashion Guinea Pig
by Cailin Briste

“I’m going to use you for a marketing test.”

Maon squinted at his wife, fashion designer Selina Shirley whose added curves from her baby bump made him want to touch her non-stop. He was a damned lucky man. But the petite brunette blaze of heat who had brought him to his knees and put a ring on his finger had just surprised him.

“You want me to be your lab rat?”

With a smirk, Selina ruffled his sandy-brown hair. “No, sweet man. Think of yourself as my guinea pig. Lab rats have pink eyes, and pink is really my color not yours.”

“If I’m your guinea pig, does that mean you’ll stroke me all over?” he waggled his eyebrows.

“Don’t I always?”

Her arched eyebrow told him he was edging toward being punished. It didn’t stop him. Never did. “Yes, but not before you torment me first. It’s the parts that you take forever to stroke that hope you’ll start with them first.” He dropped his gaze to his crotch to emphasize his point.

She chuckled. “Have I been neglecting your big toe again?”

“I was referring to a longer, harder appendage.”

A brush of her hand across his bulging erection made him groan. “I’m not sure where that appendage is.” She gripped his cock inside his pants. “This is certainly hard.”

Maon didn’t say another word. You couldn’t rush Selina when she wanted to play. He slumped his shoulders and sighed when she released him and turned to pick up a package from the dresser.

“First things first. I volunteered you to test a product for our new Naughty Shirley brand of kinky apparel.”

Nose wrinkling, he said, “It’s not something weird?”

“Weird?” Her voice lowered. “Are you suggesting I’d design something weird?”

Now he’d stepped in it. “I meant to say uncomfortable.”

A hint of red-orange flickered in her topaz eyes. “Fashion can be painful.” She punctuated her statement with a long, slow sigh.

He brought a hand to his chest and intoned mournfully, “I live to be subject to the whims of fashion.”

Head tilted, chin lifted, and eyes focused heavenward, she said, “Your selflessness knows no bounds.”

“If we keep dropping sarcastic remarks, we’ll end up stepping on them in the middle of the night. Show me what’s in the box.”

At first glance the item she pulled from the carton looked like ordinary underwear, a pair of bright-blue men’s low rise briefs. Then she showed him what was attached inside, a butt plug. Not an enormous one, but sufficient to keep a man stimulated.

“That’s not so bad.”

“It’s not meant to be. In fact, that’s why I didn’t opt for leather or plasti-tex. I wanted a material that would feel silky and not pull pubic hair. Now strip and put them on.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

After removing his clothing, he took the briefs, stepped into them, and tugged them up his thighs. Before he could work the plug up his ass, Selina stroked a finger down the defined muscles of his abdomen. “Let me do that.”

He smirked. “Absolutely.”

The fabric drew tight against the front of his legs and her hair tickled the backs when she pulled the waistband out and lowered her head. What is she doing? Oh. Licking the plug.

With the added lubrication, the plug slid in smoothly. He had no problem with larger plugs, so this one was easy, but it was sized and formed to hit his prostrate. When the butt plug was in place, Selina moved in front of him, tucked his cock in, and released the waistband with a snap. Maon jerked. A tingle of pleasure ran through him. Gonna have to be careful how I walk or I’ll be shooting before I’m allowed to. Maybe she’ll have pity on me.

“Do I get my stroking soon?”

She tapped his erection with one finger. “No, my sweet guinea pig, for a comprehensive test, I need to watch you strutting around in them. Three or four hours should be about right.”

“Fuck’s sake. The briefs are going to get soaked.”

“Yes. I know.” She gave him a peck on the lips, turned, and sashayed away. “Follow me.”

So be it. He grinned, swaggering after her. Damn that feels good. “Sweet cheeks, you want me to get a cup to catch all the goodness this marketing test is going to create? I could pull my cock out and let it flow.”

“Excellent idea, but skip the cup. I want to see you sticky. Perhaps I’ll lick you clean.”

Maon wasted no time removing his cock from the briefs. The tip of his penis was already glistening.

If you haven’t read Maon and Selina’s story, you can pick up a copy currently on sale at Loose Id, or from other online retailers.

And now the Winners of A Passionate Squee: Karaleigh2, Rhi, and rox731,

Tick, tick, tick! Valentine’s Day is Coming & The Squee Ends

The clock is ticking down to midnight Pacific when A Passionate Squee’s Giveaway will end. Stop by soon to read passionate excerpts from your favorite authors and comment to enter the giveaway. Three commenters will win a $10 Amazon Gift Card. Hurry time’s a wasting. All the excerpts will remain posted, so feel free to read and comment after the giveaway ends. We all love to hear what our readers think about our stories. Winners will be announced on Feb. 14th, 2017.

A Passionate Squee: Siren Allen #Sci-fi #Romance

This simmering-ready-to-boil-over excerpt will give you the impetus to squee. His enemies call him Death, and he’s got the hots for Anika Kaleen. She’s a galactic bounty hunter who has the hots for him, but is determined to get her man and put him away for his crimes.

Remember by commenting on this post you gain one entry in the Passionate Squee giveaway. Three winners of $10 Amazon gift cards will be announced Feb. 14. By commenting on all the Passionate Squee posts from Feb. 1 – 13, you get 13 total entries. Comment any time before 11:59 pm central on Feb. 13.

A Pasionate Squee Excerpt from Falling for the Succubus by Siren Allen

“Okay,” I blurt out, louder than I’d intended. “I’ll bathe with the rope on. But, you have to turn your back. And, you have to tie my hands in front of me instead of behind me. I can’t bathe with them behind my back. Also, you have to turn your back,” I reiterate. I don’t want him watching me finger myself.

“Not happening?”

“What? Which condition are you saying no to?”

“I’m not turning my back.”

“Uh, perv, that condition is non-negotiable. I don’t want you watching me bathe.”

“I don’t want you picking up a rock and knocking me upside my head while my back is turned.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“You shot me with an arrow.”

“Stop bringing up the past. I’m not going to hit you with a rock. I’m modest. I don’t want you watching me.”

“Modest? A succubus?”

Okay, he has a point.


“Not discussing it. I won’t turn my back. And I’m not tying your hands in front of you.”

“How the hell am I supposed to bathe then?”

He stares around the room. I have no idea what he’s looking for. When his eyes return to me, he sighs then walks behind my chair. Yes, a victory. A minor one. But it’s still a win. My mother always told me to celebrate the small things.

The rope around my wrists loosens. I have a fleeting thought that I quickly dismiss. Me grabbing the chair, whirling around and swinging it at his face is too risky. There are too many things that can go wrong.

I have to be smart about this. Patience is a virtue. Wrists free, I pull my arms to the front of me. He quickly moves in front of me, startling me. He grabs my wrists and pulls me to my feet.

Before I can protest, my hands are behind my back and he’s retying the rope around my wrists. I want to complain. I really do. But he’s still standing in front of me. His hands are around my body as he ties the rope.

This position forces my chest to touch his. Heat courses through me. He tightens the rope. It feels great. The fibers from the rope bite into my flesh. My eyes are level with his chest.

I listen to his heartbeat while watching his chest rise and fall with each breath he takes. His heart is beating just as fast as mine is. All other sound disappears. Only the sound of our breathing remains.

The rope is tied, and still, his hands are around me. I refuse to look up into his face. If I were to see desire in his eyes, that would break my self-control. I’m already on the verge of leaning forward and licking his neck.

I bet his skin will taste delicious. I imagine its texture against my tongue. I picture myself dragging my tongue up and down his throat. But that wouldn’t be enough, not for me. I’d want to taste more. I’d want to taste all of him. Every hard inch of him.

“Anika,” he whispers.

I blink. Why the hell am I pressed closer to him with my mouth hovering over his neck? I’m on my tiptoes, yet I have no recollection of moving. None at all. I immediately try to step back.

His hands are still gripping the rope, so I don’t get far. My cheeks heat in embarrassment. I don’t know what to say. ‘Sorry for almost licking your neck,’ sounds kind of lame.

I stand there and stare down at our feet. I like his boots. Yes, think about his boots, that is so much safer. His feet are huge. That must mean he has a monster coc… Shit. Why do my thoughts keep straying to sex?

Bad me, I chastise myself. I can feel his breath against my forehead. His scent is intoxicating. He’s not wearing any cologne and still, his scent is calling to me. I’m the succubus. I’m the one who’s supposed to be the siren.

Yet, he’s the one seducing me without trying. I wish I could blame this attraction entirely on the fact that I am wounded and haven’t fed in months. But, that would be a lie. I’ve felt this way for him ever since the first time he saved me.

At the time, I didn’t know my masked hero was my target. I know now. That knowledge should damper these feelings. It doesn’t. And that scares the shit out of me. I have to bring him in.

He has to pay for his crimes. He’s a criminal. I will not allow myself to become attached to him. We cannot be friends. We cannot have sex. We cannot form any kind of bond. I have to distance myself.

And I will. In a moment. Right now, his warmth feels too good to ignore. His body is so hard. I always pictured Agorians as frail geniuses who relied on their brains because they were weak physically. Boy was I wrong.

“Why do you smell this way?” His deep voice pulls me away from my thoughts.

“Huh?” I blink and try to focus on what he’s saying and not the way he smells.

“Why do you smell like…” He pauses to sniff my hair. “I do not know this scent.”

I sniff. I smell it to. But it’s him, not me.

“I think that smell is coming from you.” And boy is it powerful.

“You’re wrong.”

“Of course you would say that. If you think it’s coming from me, lead me to the river so I can bathe and wash it away.”

He hesitates before nodding. “I’ll allow you to bathe. But I will not turn away while you do so and your hands will remain tied behind your back.”

“This must be a magical river that you’re leading me to. One that has fairies in it who will bathe me and braid my hair,” I say, sarcastically.

“Fairies aren’t real,” he tells me. “I will bathe you.”


“I will try to braid your hair also. If you want me to.”

His thumb grazes the inside of my wrist. I tremble. My heart melts a little for this criminal. I’m in big trouble.

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Author Bio:

Hi, my name is Siren Allen. I’m a writer and lover of all things supernatural and romantic. I reside in southern Mississippi where I write steamy romances that are guaranteed to make you blush. When I’m not listening to the characters in my head and jotting down their adventures, I am busy working as a Clinical Laboratory Technician.

I love to travel, preferably with my husband, so he can do all of the driving. I enjoy time with my family, who are just as silly as I am. My hobbies are reading, writing and shopping, though I hate trying on clothing. If I wasn’t a writer or a Laboratory Professional, I would probably be a Secret Agent.

But that’s the beauty of being a writer. You can create your own world and be whoever you want to be. In my imaginary world, I am Queen and my siblings are my minions.

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