Find somewhere quiet close the door, shut the curtains, switch of your phone and ENJOY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Book 2 is here
VARGR
Book 2 in the BEAST HORDE trilogy has released and there's an excerpt for you below.
This is not standalone. Vargr must be read first to understand the story.
There is some dubious consent but it's more consensual 'strugglefucking' as some love to call this.
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A post-apocalyptic romance.
The Ghoul Lords threaten the extermination of all humankind and much of our world has been destroyed. There will be love, death, and dirty, messy sex among the ruins.
Sex is what keeps a girl like Cyn from going insane with the blossoming light of dawn, for daylight brings the Lure.
A brutal act by Cyn tore apart the lovers and now she must make amends. She’s going to need her well-muscled beaster males to rein her in, pin her down, and make sure she shoots in the right direction.
Gather your weapons. It’s time to descend to Ground Level and find Big Daddy, the research vehicle lost during the invasion. Within must lie the truth of the Maelstrom experiment.
What she and the beasters were created from will determine the fate of our world.
“Hot, dirty, wicked, filthy, depraved, witty and snarky, all tied up (or should that be bound) with whatever chains, rope or suitable material is to hand.
Rutger continues the story of Cyn and her two beasters, with the same great world building, crazy pop culture references, perverted sex scenes and brilliant fast-paced plot that we found in Vargr.” Louise H, Life in the Booklane
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EXCERPT (Yes, it's a dirty one)
While Vargr rummaged among the display further toward the front of the store he stayed on top of her and wandered his hands over her, teasing and grasping. He used her hair to hold up her head while he reached under to caress her breasts, to squeeze her nipples, or to shift and hold her neck at the front, so he could whisper his evil, dirty threats.
He felt her come alive under him, striving to squirm and wriggle, maybe even grind herself on the floor.
“You turned on? Do you like me just fucking around with you, doing what I want? We both know you do. The more you deny it the hotter it gets in your head?” He bit her ear as he talked, bit her nape, reached back with one hand to probe between her legs while he wrapped his other hand over her mouth and nose. She had her thighs crammed close together but she gasped and gave in and opened herself to him when he persisted down there. Already her wetness had leaked through the tights at the crotch.
He rubbed up and down her slit, pressing, sliding the cloth, almost working it into her cunt.
Vargr wasn’t back yet, but he had his pants belt and he unbuckled it and pulled it from the loops, unzipped his fly while he was at it to let loose his own private monster. His cock had been ready to fuck her since the chase began.
“We’re going to have a whole lot fun with you. I might not stick all of my cock in your ass yet, but I have that knobbly dildo to get you used to something close.”
“Fuck you,” she whispered, but her eyes were wide and he could see the dare in them.
“Absolutely, only the fucking will be of you. In every single hole.”
He smiled a wide, cruel smile. Then he wormed her hands out from under him and wrapped them in his belt, knotting it until the leather warped and twisted, molding firmly around her wrists.
Vargr arrived with enough coils of red rope to bind a rhinoceros or similar, dumped it on the floor, then he helped turn her over and sit on her legs while she swore at them.
After he popped all those tempting bows and slipped off the corset, she was still cursing him, so he dragged over some rope and tied it across her mouth and around her head at the back, three times, while she stared defiantly at him. He did the same to her eyes, around and around, only softly.
Now, at last, she was quiet. Vargr stripped off her tights and felt between her legs.
“She is fuckin’ wet.”
“I know.” He chuckled.
While Vargr began tying her legs together, she shook her head and tried to kick him, mumbling a no through the rope pressing apart her lips. At least twice her foot connected and he sure the beaster would have some mighty bruises. Subdued, tied-up, with his belt replaced by rope, she still, somehow, managed to poke her tongue out at them through the rope.
Fuck, even that was hot. He wiped his mouth and grinned at her, though his wry amusement was swiftly overwhelmed by lust. That red rope was so pretty wrapped over her skin.
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I write across the genres from erotic tentacle spoofs and erotica, all the way to very dark, twisted, and disturbing romances. I will be more straight forward about content in my newsletters than I can be on Amazon, so you can judge if it's for you or not.
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