A Bite of... Morticia Knight

“My, my. The doctor is in the house—have mercy.” - Terrence

Thank you Imogene for having me at your blog today, so that I can talk about some hot doctor love – yum! I have a new release at Total-E-Bound – it is Book 3 in the Uniform Encounters series, and this one features an older ER doctor and a younger paramedic. There is lots of naughtiness in this one, because the younger stud belongs to the sex club, Sinsation. Quite experienced in the art of erotic pleasures,  will he able to win the heart of his older, more conservative crush? And will he be able to resist the lure of the young men at Sinsation? But there is more than the promise of sexual thrills that draw the two men together. It turns out they both share a passion for classic films.

In the following excerpt, Terrence, the young paramedic, is taking a chance by making a move on Jackson - the ER doctor - in the hospital cafeteria.

 He walked up to the self-serve and poured himself a large cup. He grabbed some creamer and went to sit down. Just as he was about to take a seat in his usual corner, he caught sight of a tall, lean African-American man entering the cafeteria. He was obviously a paramedic, but he held himself with grace, the same way a professional model might. He turned slightly and Jackson’s first impression, before he realised who the stunning man actually was, was that he had a slightly exotic, Taye Diggs look to him. But he recognised him. The flirty guy who’d hit his head.

He’d definitely thought that the young man was attractive then, but he’d had plenty of other things on his mind, none of which had had to do with picking up ER patients. He turned away so he wouldn’t be caught gawking, grabbed a chair at his table and sat down. He kept his head lowered, hoping the model-like man didn’t notice him.

“Dr Reed, right?”

Jackson stared up into the warm brown almond-shaped eyes of his ex-patient. He had to keep reminding himself of that. He’d had enough personal troubles at the hospital to last him a lifetime. There was no point in adding to them with this admittedly delectable specimen.

“Hi. Forgive me, I forgot your name.”

The young man placed a hand across his chest as if he’d been struck to the heart. “I’m devastated, Doctor. But you’ll find I’m very forgiving in so many ways.”

The last sentence ended on a smooth sexy note that seemed to wrap itself around Jackson’s insides. He wasn’t sure how comfortable he was with what was happening. Or what might happen.

“I’m Terrence Samuels. I was the medic who hit my head last week. You tended me. Quite nicely, I might add.”

It was obvious to Jackson that Terrence was interested in more than casual conversation. Although Terrence was just the type of guy he was usually attracted to, the last thing he was looking for was to hook up with anyone. And especially not someone from the hospital after all he’d been through recently.

“Nice to see you, Terrence, hope you’re feeling better.”

Jackson looked back down at his coffee and busied himself by stirring away. He hoped that that would end the whole thing. But Terrence couldn’t take a hint any better than Marla, and slid into the chair across from him. Although, Terrence was definitely a huge improvement over his recently terminated colleague.

“I don’t mean to bother you, Doc, I just wanted to have a chance to talk a little bit, and then I’ll leave you alone.” Terrence seemed to be trying to keep his voice low.

He called me Doc, like Gable in It Happened One Night.

He chuckled a little at the thought.

“What’s so funny, Doc?”

“What you called me just now. ‘Doc’. It reminded me of an old Gable movie. You know, Clark Gable?”

Terrence leant back in his chair, his mouth opened in what looked like complete surprise. “Yeah, I know all right. You mean It Happened One Night.”

Now it was Jackson’s turn to be surprised.

How does this young kid know about that film? I wasn’t sure he would even know who Clark Gable was.

“You know that film? The one from the thirties?”

“Are you kidding me? Gable’s my all-time favourite hot hook-up.”

“Really?” Jackson shook his head and laughed a little more. “I’m honestly stunned. I didn’t think you would be into those types of films.”

“Thought I’d only like gangsta films?” Terrence smirked, a questioning look on his face.

Jackson frowned. “Hardly. It’s just unusual to find younger people interested in classic movies, that’s all.”

Terrence moved closer to Jackson, and said his next words softly and slowly. “Well I’m very interested, Doctor. You have no idea how much. And don’t worry, I’m not that young.”

Jackson swallowed.

Oh crap.

“Maybe we should get together some time and talk Gable, watch some old movies, and do whatever else we might enjoy.”

“Uh…yeah, I don’t think so.”

Terrence looked crestfallen. “Don’t tell me it’s because I’m black.”

“What? No! Actually, I prefer… I mean, it’s just not a good idea.”

Terrence gave Jackson a knowing smirk. “Fascinating.” He smiled, showing off straight white teeth surrounded by a pouty set of kissable lips, decorated with the slightest touch of facial hair that extended down around his face and chin.

Model indeed. GQ, I would say.

“Aah, I was just playin’ with you about the whole black thing. But not the rest. That I was very serious about.”

Jackson was taken in by Terrence’s soft and sexy voice. It was wreaking havoc with his dick, threatening to embarrass him in the cafeteria. As if that hadn’t happened enough already.

Maybe I should stay away from this place.

“So, Doc, whaddya say?”

Jackson still didn’t answer, he felt frozen in place. Everything in his body screamed yes, but his mind kept chastising him and telling him no.

Even though this is part of a series, it can be read as a standalone *wink*

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I'm here to share my writing adventures with other writers and readers interested in the best of the best in erotic romance. As Morticia Knight, I write MM & MMF menage in the contemporary, historical, paranormal, BDSM, horror and sci-fi genres. In my downtime, (when's that?) I also love non-romantic horror and sci-fi fiction, music, traveling and obscure cult & cheesy horror flicks.

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Karina has just lost her boyfriend. Worse yet, she lost him to her sister. But fate has handed her a second chance.

In the most unlikely place, at a bar on Christmas Eve. Will the second chance heal her broken heart?
When Grant meets Karina he knows there’s something special about her. But she’s hurting. Trying to recover from a betrayal that no one expected.

Time is on their side, but is a happy ever after?

A Sapphire For Karina

Excerpt:

The woman at the end of the bar looked dejected, he mused, wiping out the glass one last time.

He sighed. It was Christmas Eve, and here he was working in an early empty bar. Everyone else had gone home to families…everyone except him and the woman propping up the end of the bar. He sauntered up the small galley area toward her.

“Hey, you okay?”

She lifted her head and he caught a flash of dampness in her green eyes.

“Yeah.” The word was husky as she bobbed her straw up and down in her empty glass.
“Can I get another?”

He eyed the glass with a frown. He was sure it must be the fourth or fifth since she’d come in, though she was still handling herself quite well.

“You know, my license terms state that I have to find out if you’re intoxicated before I serve you any more alcohol. So before I start checking, how about you share your name?”

She smiled slightly and he grinned back. His world tilted on its axis. She was gorgeous when she smiled.
“Karina. My name is Karina.”

She held out a hand and he grabbed it. The ringless fingers caught his eye. Such a beautiful woman to be alone and unattached on Christmas Eve.

“Well, Karina, as you seem to still be reasonably sober, I’ll do you a favour. Grab a soft drink and once you’re done, I’ll get you a complimentary drink.” He waited, tensely. Would she get angry or just accept the drink?

“Won’t your boss get upset with you giving away free drinks?” She cocked her head to one side, and he barked out a laugh.

“Nah, only the boss can sack me. And I wouldn’t do that to myself. By the way, my name is Grant.” He winked in an exaggerated fashion. It was almost a leer, and he’d perfected it behind this bar for just these occasions.

She laughed a little and he watched as it lifted the sadness from her features. She went from merely pretty to show-stoppingly gorgeous in an instant and he felt himself being drawn to her.

“So, how about you tell me why a beautiful young thing like yourself, is alone on Christmas Eve and in my bar?” She jerked back and he nearly cursed out loud at his own ham-handed tactics. “Sorry, I just meant sometimes it’s good to share your problems.”

“I don’t—”

He cut short her denial. “Come on. We’ll probably never meet again and I have the feeling you need to share.” Quickly, he scanned the empty bar before lifting the small wooden flap. Then he carried two sodas to her side. He settled on a padded stool.

“There’s no one else here, and I’m a good listener.”

For a second, he could see her wavering. Then she nodded.

“Yeah, maybe that is what I need.” She inhaled deeply while he waited silently. “See, I was living with this guy. Barry. I thought he was my best friend and the love of my life. Well, it turns out he was two timing me. With my sister.”

“Ouch.” He couldn’t help the word slipping past his lips.

She nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t know until I got a transfer up here. That was four weeks ago. So here I am, Christmas Eve and all alone.” She indicated to the bar. “Just like you.”

He nodded. It was true. He was alone.

A Bite of... Molly Ann Wishlade

Today I'd like to welcome Molly to my blog!  Molly hails from Wales (the land of my fore-fathers!)

BLURB –

After more than a decade of separation, can Nate Hamilton really put aside his hurt and learn to forgive the woman who destroyed his life then help her to find her heart’s desire in Deadwood?

Deadwood, 1878, Nate Hamilton and his former sweetheart Evelyn Campbell meet up after more than a decade of separation. When the widowed Evelyn discovers that her tuition post has fallen through, she is left destitute and concerned about how she will provide for her son, until Nate offers her a way to earn some money – and a way to exact his perfect revenge for her betrayal – he will pay her to be his own private whore.

The combination of past hurts, secrets and rekindled passion causes fireworks in and out of the bedroom!

Excerpt:

“Mr Hamilton?” He pulled a handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket and wiped his hands. “Mr Hamilton?” 

He glanced at her and motioned for her to cover herself. He looked dazed, confused and even ashamed.

“So now we know, eh?” He tucked his waning erection into his trousers and buttoned them up. “You do remember how good it was between us.”

“Yes, Nate,” she whispered and she reached out towards him, her heart beginning to open as the memories flooded in. Tears stung her eyes and blurred her vision. She wanted to feel safe again, that the future held some promise of happiness. She wanted, no needed, to fall into his arms and to be held against his chest, to be loved until the sun set and she knew that he would never let her go. When he rose and moved towards her she opened her arms, expecting to feel his strong hug enveloping her, his face pressed against her hair, his renewed erection rock hard against her groin. Instead, there was a draught as he walked past her and stood at the door.

“Our time is up.” His voice was low, soft, dangerous. “Get dressed. I’ll see you here at the same time tomorrow.”

The door banged against the frame as he pulled it behind him and Evelyn stood alone. 

Walking down the wooden staircase and into the bar of the Gem, Nate combed a hand through his hair then pressed his hat onto his head. He needed a drink.

“What’ll it be, Mr Hamilton?” Dan Doherty stood behind the bar polishing a glass.

“Whisky.” Nate took the glass and swigged, savouring the sting as it flooded through his mouth and down his throat. Though he didn’t drink much, he could understand why some men did. Sometimes life was so darned hard a man needed to drown it out and escape the pain.

“Another?”

Nate nodded.

“So how was she?” Dan pushed his hat back on his head and leaned over the bar, exposing yellow teeth in a crooked grin.

Nate glared at him. “What?”

“That Mrs Campbell. She look as good with ‘er clothes off?”

Nate balled his fists at his sides and ground his teeth together but his reply was controlled and assured. “Mind your business, Doherty. I’m paying for the use of that room and what goes on in there is none of your business. Al promised me discretion and you a beating if you fail to keep your flapper shut.”

Dan shrugged then turned to a rowdy group of men who’d just come in, muttering as he did so, “Ye get the mitten then did ye, Mr Big Bug.” Then he hawked and spat on the floor, missing the spittoon. Nate rested his elbows on the bar, moving his empty glass between his hands. When Doherty moved to refill it he put his hand over the top and shook his head. It wouldn’t do to get drunk—he couldn’t afford to lose control right then. Who knew what he’d do with Evelyn around and his mind in turmoil. Sober, he could just about cope but inebriated he might well surrender to the ache in his heart.

He turned his head to the side as one of the newcomers stood a bit too close and his sour sweat stung Nate’s nostrils. Goddamn these miners stank.

“So you guys here for the show or the pussy?” Dan questioned the miners as he filled their glasses.

“I was hopin’ to enjoy the show then get meself a bit o’ that fine pussy out back,” a recently arrived Irish immigrant replied.

“Well you’re in the right place fellas,” Dan slammed the whisky bottle down on the bar. “Now where are them damned whores?”

Nate watched as Doherty walked away, hollering female names. As if by magic, half- naked young women began to appear around the bar, their clothes soiled and torn, their sullen faces heavily painted. They plastered on smiles as they approached the men and wrapped themselves around them, acting as if they’d found their future husbands and wanted to give them a wedding night preview. It turned his stomach to see the men pawing at breasts and thighs and treating the women like prize cuts of meat. He plonked his money on the bar next to the glass then walked out into the hot and dusty Deadwood evening, shaking his head at the sorry state of affairs that was the Gem Saloon.  

BIO – 

 
I have always been an avid reader and writer of stories. I love getting lost in a novel and often regret finishing one as the characters are usually missed like old friends.

I indulge my insatiable hunger for romance and passion in the delicious worlds created by romantic novelists and having published one and with another in submission, I’m about to begin the next one!

I adore spending time with my family, taking long walks (although I’m still waiting for the rescue greyhound to accompany me), skiing, cooking my own secret recipe curries, drinking Earl Grey (in copious amounts) and discovering delicious wines.

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A Bite of... Tara Mills

An irresistible woman. An undeniable proposal.

Even the unthinkable can sound reasonable when you mix alcohol, sexual frustration, and a bachelorette party—especially a bold proposition. Now in the light of day, Naomi’s hung over, horrified, and anxious about facing this complicated man again and the unexplored feelings their encounter brought with it.

She called, he came, but Ryan didn't exactly conquer. Is it too much to hope that Naomi will give him a do-over? She can’t avoid him, not when he’s walking her down the aisle. But who ever heard of a bridesmaid getting cold feet? 

Excerpt:

“I really need to get laid,” slurred Naomi, sagging drunkenly against her friend Becky.

The entire table fell silent and stared at her. Every squeal over the upcoming honeymoon, every gush over the bridal gown came to a screeching halt.

Becky turned on her, aghast, then shoved Naomi upright in her chair again. “What the hell?” she hissed under her breath.

Naomi scrunched up her brow, perplexed as she weaved and wobbled, trying to focus on all the faces swimming in front of her. The female half of tomorrow’s wedding party. Each of them decked out and tarted up for tonight’s bachelorette blow-out.

“What?” Naomi asked, stupefied by the wide eyes directed her way. “It’s been six months. Six damn months!” she added in a woeful tone. “Who wouldn’t have boner on the brain?”

Two of the women across the table started to laugh behind their hands, but Becky shot to her feet anyway and grabbed Naomi’s arm, hauling her up too.

“Sorry about this.” Becky gave Melissa, the bride, a pained and apologetic smile. “I think someone’s had one too many appletinis.”

Becky grabbed both purses and slipped them over her arm and dragged Naomi through the crowded club and out to the sidewalk. She caught the eye of the first valet she saw and handed him the ticket. He dashed off to get their car.

“He’s kinda cute,” said Naomi, swaying on her heels, her eyes fixed on his back as he disappeared into the night.

Becky gritted her teeth. “Would you stop?”

“Stop what?” Naomi blinked, nonplussed.

“The horny talk. It’s embarrassing.”

Naomi frowned. “Is it? I’m sorry. I just need sex. I really want it, Beck. I want it bad.”

“So I gather. No alcohol for you tomorrow.”

That comment earned a snort. “Who cares about alcohol?”

“It makes you weird.”

“Don’t I know it!” Naomi nodded sagely. “Beck, I’m getting the strangest ideas.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” Their car pulled up and Becky caught hold of Naomi’s upper arm and steered her to the curb. A second valet came forward to open the passenger door while the first man got out and waited for Becky on the driver’s side.

Naomi gave the guy holding her door a sweet smile and cupped his ass before dropping gracelessly into the passenger seat. One of her shoes fell to the pavement next to the car. The guy bent down and picked it up. He had a funny little smile going, and if she wasn’t totally mistaken, he was chuckling.

“Like Cinderella!” Naomi laughed when he handed it to her then stuck her bare foot out the open door at him. “Don’t you want to put it on me?”

Becky snapped at her from the driver’s side, “Naomi! Shut the hell up and let the guy close your door.”

Naomi snickered and rolled her eyes at the valet, making a joke of her uptight friend. “Guess it’s time to go.”

He closed her in with a nod and a wink. She gave him a little wave that he returned as Becky pulled into traffic.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?” Becky asked, blowing her bangs out of her eyes.

“She’s in here somewhere.” Naomi drooped onto her door and squinted at the strobing lights coming right at them. “Did you notice Ryan at dinner earlier tonight?”

Becky glanced sharply at her friend. “Is that what this is all about?”

“Hmm?”

“Never mind. Let’s get you home, dump a ton of water into you, and put you to bed. You need to be in good shape by tomorrow afternoon or Melissa’s mom is going to kill you, and Melissa is going to be the one handing her the cake knife she’ll use.”

Naomi laughed as she pictured the mother-of-the-bride wielding the special cake knife with color coordinated ribbons fluttering from the handle.

“That’s not gonna happen,” she assured Becky.

“Of course it’s not. Because you’re going home and I’m putting you to bed.”

Naomi gave a deep and disappointed sigh. “Party pooper.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Naomi shrugged then drifted off to sleep. She didn’t revive until the car pulled in front of her duplex.

“We’re here.” Becky gave her shoulder a shake. “Wake up. Are you awake?”

“Yeah.” Naomi blinked and rubbed her temple. “Where’s my purse?”

“On the floor, by your feet.” Becky hopped out and walked around the car. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”

“I’ve got it.” She shoved her shoulder against the door and nearly tumbled out. Luckily Becky was there in time to haul her back before she did a face plant on the driveway. “Thank you.”

Beck held out her hand. “Give me your damn purse. There’s no way you’re going to be able to unlock the front door yourself.”

Naomi didn’t argue. She took another stab at getting out and managed to close the car door without catching any body parts in it. Weaving on her feet, she clomped up the driveway, her gait even more ridiculous because she was still holding the one shoe the valet had given her at the club.

Becky had already gotten the door open and the inside lights turned on by the time Naomi made it up the three concrete steps, grabbing hold of the wrought iron banister to keep from staggering backwards on her way up.

“Should I brew a pot of coffee?” Becky asked, coming back from putting Naomi’s purse in her room.

Naomi yawned and mussed up her hair, destroying all the hard work she’d put into getting the big silky curls just right earlier that evening. “No, I can manage. Thanks for bringing me home.”

“Should I stay?”

“No. I’ll be fine.”

Becky eyed her skeptically. “You’re sure? You weren’t yourself tonight.”

Naomi covered her eyes with both hands and expelled a big alcohol infused breath. “I know, Beck,” she peered out, pouting at her friend. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you tonight.”

“I guess we all have our off days. This was yours. I’ll get over it. It’s not like you do this kind of thing, well ... ever.” Becky laughed and came over, giving Naomi a hug goodnight. “So I’ll see you in the morning?”

“At brunch.”

“Eleven. Don’t forget to set your alarm. Something tells me you’re going to need it.”

“I got it. I got it.”

Becky kissed her on the cheek, uncertainty in her eyes as she peered at Naomi one last time. “You sure I shouldn’t stay?”

“Very sure.”

“Then I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sounds good.”

Naomi limped to the door and locked it behind her friend. As soon as Becky had backed out of the driveway, Naomi kicked off her lone shoe, raced to her bedroom, and dumped the contents of her purse onto the bedspread.

“Oh yeah!” she cheered. Grabbing the phone, she went immediately to the wedding party contact sheet on her dresser and followed down the line of ushers for Ryan’s name.

He answered after two rings. Even tipsy she could hear the question in his voice. “Naomi?”

“Yes. Where are you?”

“At the bachelor party. Why?”

“Here’s the thing. I know you had a problem with me dating Sam. You were his friend and I created a lot of tension between you two. I get it. But I’m guessing some of that attitude was just bullshit. I caught you.”

“You caught me?”

“Yes, I caught you; watching me, looking at me. I could tell you were covering.”

“What’s this all about, Naomi? What’s your point?”

“If you want me, I’m yours. I’m putting on sexy lingerie right now. You have fifteen minutes to get here. You know the address.”

Naomi cut the call and eased open the top drawer of her dresser.

* * *

Ryan pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. Was she serious? Was this for real? Could he even make it in fifteen minutes?

He hadn’t seen Naomi Kendall in months—five long and lonely months, and then …today. He could hardly tear his eyes away from her at the groom’s dinner. She looked incredible; that warm almond skin, those dark brown eyes, all that soft glorious hair. A man could get lost in that hair. They’d barely had a chance to speak to each other but he’d tuned in to her voice. No matter where she was, he heard Naomi over all the rest. Every one of her laughs registered with him. It was excruciating and thrilling at the same time. Then the party broke up and the guys and girls went their separate ways. Disappointed at seeing her climb into a car and drive away, he told himself it was okay, he’d get another shot at her tomorrow.

Talk about being thrown for a loop.

Well, she’d read him right. How the hell did she do that? Clearly, he wasn’t as careful as he thought.

“Dude! It’s your turn,” said an impatient voice.

Ryan looked up and found his friends watching him. He closed the fan of cards in his hand. There was only one thing to do. “I fold.”

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