Swing through the galaxy with Galactic Guerillas!

Book 2 in the Heavenly Bodies series is now available...

Galactic Guerillas

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Jenna believes she's dreaming when she wakes up to her favorite SF/fantasy hero lying in bed beside her. Sexy, half-dressed Prince Reglund of television's Galactic Guerillas series can't be real, can he? But it's a very realistic and erotic dream, so Jenna plays along, agreeing to accompany Reg to his home world. Once there, they meet the dark and handsome voyeur Lord Talbit who lusts after free-spirited Earth maidens as well. Will Jenna and her dream studs enjoy a threesome and discover a fantasy world with a life all its own?

Excerpt: Jenna decides to enjoy her "fantasy lover" even if she's not sure he's really there.

Keeping his gaze fixed firmly on her, Prince Reglund pulled himself to his knees, unfastened his sword belt, and lifted the flap of his loincloth to reveal a hard-on of gargantuan proportions. 

Jenna’s hands flew to her warming cheeks. She gasped. “Oh, my. You’re much more manly than I’ve fantasized, and I can be very creative, you know.”

The wicked glint in his eyes challenged her. “Show me.”

She laughed. How could any hot-blooded female pass on this challenge?

“All right. First, like any good Galactic Guerilla, I will attempt to disarm your weapon.”

Jenna approached and slowly untied the leather cords resting on his slim hips. The small scrap of leather fell away, fully exposing the glistening head of his engorged, crimson cock. She licked dry lips. “Why do I suddenly feel like I’m eye-to-eye with the man-eating dragon beast of episode sixty-nine?” 

“Perhaps you are.” Reg’s resonant chuckle detonated a mini-explosion of desire deep in her pussy. He positioned his rod closer to her. “Will you vanquish your foe with your creative talent? Or will you allow it to enter your cave of wonders, my beautiful maiden?”

“Hmm, good questions. How about a little of both?”

Jenna knelt at the edge of the bed and eased his length into her mouth. Her tongue thrilled at the taste of him, the virile, musky tang of a man who could swing a sword with one arm while carrying off a willing female captive to pleasure over and over again in his other. She cupped his balls gently and sucked his remaining inches into the back of her throat.

He groaned and leaned toward her. “Oh, the dragon is practically slayed, fair one. Allow me to explore your delights before I can no longer contain my enthusiasm.”

  
Galactic Guerillas is now available at eXtasy Books, Amazon, and online wherever fine books are sold! ;)

Two's Company and Three's... A Lot of Fun! (Excerpt from PlayMate)

Now available from eXtasy Books... 
The first story in the Heavenly Bodies series.

PlayMate
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Lelia thought living and working alone on an asteroid was an ideal job. Far from the maddening crowds, she values her peace and quiet, but soon she finds she longs for company of an amorous kind. Following a tip from a fellow asteroid miner, she acquires a holographic lover based on the man of her dreams, her friendly postman who visits briefly every two weeks. When postman Del makes an unexpected visit and catches Lelia fooling around with his doppelganger, the fun really begins. Can Lelia handle two Dels at one time? (m/f/m, m/f)

And now a very hot excerpt from PlayMate. Lelia tries out her new "sex toy" and discovers what all her holographic lover is capable of...

“Am I hard enough? Deep enough? Should I go faster?” he asked without missing a beat.

She panted and moaned with abandon. His flickering tongue danced across her tits, suckling her into the ecstasy of near unconsciousness. Any moment she’d explode and scream so loud that Hak Shaunesi would be able to hear her a million parsecs away—without switching on his com link.

“Oh, harder… faster… please.”

“You’re so tight. It’s driving me mad.”

His hips gyrated a faster tempo. His balls slapped a hard, steady rhythm against her. He tossed back his head and moaned.

“I’m going to shoot everything I got into you. I can’t hold on much longer, Lelia. I can’t hold on… hold on…”

Lelia’s eyes widened at the sight of her holographic lover grimacing with effort to keep from coming. Was that really his cock she felt pulsating inside her? She never got the chance to ask her lover the question for even now a massive orgasm was building deep within her.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered.

She curved her hips back further and wrapped her legs around him. He obliged her with several deep penetrating thrusts. Her pussy instinctively responded, rhythmically contracting and releasing, sending sensations of white-hot electricity zinging outward from her core. Her thrashing about the counter made it difficult for her accomplice to keep his cock planted inside her, but he improvised well. He gripped her buttocks and held on, pushing her over the bliss-filled heights once more with a swift series of searing strokes and a deafening cry of delight.

Minutes later—and with a little help—Lelia groggily sat up. She was eagerly met by her PlayMate’s dazzling smile and characteristic laugh.

She couldn’t help but notice his huge erection.

He wiggled an eyebrow. “Ready for some more cooking, Lelia?” 

PlayMate is available at eXtasy Books (best price and service), Amazon and where all fine e-books are sold. 

Coming next month--more sci-fi outer-space adult fun with the second story in the Heavenly Bodies series, Galactic Guerillas. Jenna wakes up and finds herself lying beside her favorite sci-fi TV show hero. Can the sexy man in her bed be for real?

Out now, Under the Midnight Sun, a  hot summer short about a very horny shape-shifting wilderness guide named Wolf and Penny, the archeologist and fun-loving girl of his dreams. From eXtasy Books, of course.

A Howling Good Excerpt from Under the Midnight Sun

Now available from eXtasy Books... 

Under the Midnight Sun
by Celine Chatillon
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Penny's expedition goes pear-shaped, but her wilderness guide, Wolf, turns out to be a handsome shape-shifter with an animal magnetism she can't resist.

It's bad enough the entire archeology community thinks they're "crackpots," but after her professor suffers a medical emergency, Penny Redfern finds herself alone at the dig with their handsome wilderness guide. Suddenly she has a lot more on her mind than searching for a suspected Viking longship in the Far North  of Alaska. Wolf Weiss can't help but lust after the gorgeous Penny, but his sense of professionalism keeps him politely distant. Plus, it's a full moon, that time of the month for Wolf to howl with the pack. Not even the midnight sun will halt his urge to shift. He can't let Penny find out he's a shape-shifter—or can he? Will the free-spirited Penny find Wolf's animal magnetism too strong to resist?

An excerpt from Under the Midnight Sun:

The satellite imagery showed something boat-shaped located along this shoreline, but it couldn't possibly be an intact Viking sea vessel after all this time if it had been exposed to the elements. There was no way anyone could have buried a ship that size in the permafrost since it was just too tough to do so even in the perpetually sunny skies of July in the North. Had it been trapped in an iceberg all these centuries, only to be released from its icy prison in the recent climate warming trend? Just the thought of Viking explorers making it through the Northwest Passage and reaching the coast of Alaska would bring her the fame and attention she craved as an archeologist.

Penny quickly unbraided her hair and pulled a brush through its thick mass to clear it of some of the worst of the dust and flying debris. What she wouldn't do for a nice hot shower instead of a bath with some lukewarm water and a camp basin wash cloth. The sooner they finished surveying the area for artifacts and other signs of possible Viking activity, the sooner she could go back home to civilization as she knew it.

Before the paramedics landed, Bev had admonished her, "Cooperate with Wolf and finish our grid search. That's all you need to do, and you'll have plenty to write about for your paper. Promise."

Cooperate with Wolf.

It sounded simple enough, but something about the dark-eyed, introverted outdoorsman made her nervous. Not nervous exactly, but curious. He wasn't much older than her, she realized, but the striking silver streaks in his black beard and at his temples indicated he'd lived a stressful life or his heredity was a bit different from most. Wolf Weiss--white wolf? The translation of his name sounded like some of her Lakota cousins' names on her mother's side.

She had to admit, Wolf possessed something other males of her acquaintance lacked, a sort of animalmagnetism that had attracted her from their first meeting. While Dave was the more outspoken of the two, openly joking with her like her kid brother, Wolf had kept his distance and minded his manners. If anything, he was too damn polite. That made her nervous. How could anyone who lived in the wilderness have such refined manners? She supposed he hadn't always lived and worked in Alaska, but along with his good looks, self-assurance and few words, his mere presence intrigued her.

Better yet, he didn't wear a ring or talk about a lover back in Fairbanks or Nome or elsewhere. Penny had had enough of those two-timing types.

She wanted to know more about Wolf, but she dared not. They were both professionals. It wouldn't be professional of her to flirt with him, would it? But with the climatologists, Dave and Bev all departed, who would know they'd lapsed in their professionalism if they both kept quiet?

Penny put down her hairbrush and pulled off her hoodie, t-shirt, and bra. She soaked the washcloth in the basin and wrung it out and gave her upper torso a quick wash, taking care around her tender nipples. She was halfway through her cycle, and she knew what was happening—she was feeling extra horny because of ovulation. Any halfway decent-looking male would make her want to jump his bones and avail herself of his hard cock.

Penny realized she should be ashamed of herself, thinking of enjoying wild sex with their guide while her college advisor was deathly ill and on her way to the hospital, but she couldn't help her hormones. Poor Wolf was the only man around for miles. Her mind couldn't help spinning erotic fantasies about the shy guy. How would those whiskers feel rubbing against her skin? Would they tickle, or torment her with stimulation?

She dropped her jeans and wriggled out of her panties. Wetting the washcloth, she washed her legs and backside, slowing down as she approached her pubic area. Hmm…a little stimulation from her own hand felt good, and it would relieve the tension of being alone with the macho mountain man of few words for a few days. Penny stretched out across her camp bed and began to stroke her clit, slowly at first and then faster and harder. She tweaked her nipples with her other hand and arched her back into the rhythm of her strokes as she climaxed in a gasp of pleasure.

Relaxing for what seemed the first time in weeks, she stretched and yawned. "There are some advantages to having the yurt all to myself, after all." With that thought, she fell asleep.

Under the Midnight Sun now available from eXtasy Books!

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My Sexy Saturday: An Excerpt from Brandi Whyne Ch. 9

Welcome to this week's My Sexy Saturday blog hop! This week's theme is "While You Were Sexy". Well, Brandi is always sexy, no matter what sort of situation she finds herself in and with whomever she is with at the time--male, female, human or android...

Brandi Whyne and Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures:  Chapter 9--To Lay the Dirty Queen

As Chapter 9 opens, Brandi finds herself at the hands of dirty Queen Broomhilda and a dozen horny ladies-in-waiting. After a bit of fun, she escapes and discovers renegade Prince Juanito has been creating android replicas of King Ricardo’s court. Will these mechanoid sex workers overthrow the monarch, or do they play only a small part in a much grander scheme devised by Robin’s evil ex, Marian? Can Brandi defeat an army of her own android clones?

To Lay the Dirty Queen is available from eXtasy Books, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, and wherever fine ebooks are sold. 

Brandi has infiltrated the dirty queen's bath in this excerpt from Chapter 9 – To Lay the Dirty Queen:

 “Allow me to help you.” My curvy wanton picked up a wash mitt and poured a drop of bath gel onto it, then leaned over the side and began soaping my breasts in slow, circular motions, inwardly spiraling toward my pert nipples. “It’s the least I can do for all the fun you showed us this evening.”

I sighed. “Thanks. You girls don’t have a good time every night?”

She made a sad pout. “Most nights, no. The queen kicks us out of her bedchamber whenever she has company. Our personal quarters are rather small, so we can’t get up to much activity.”

These women weren’t flesh and blood, so why did they even need private quarters? Couldn’t they just all line up in a closet and switch off when they weren’t needed? An odd notion occurred to me. I sensed that my sexy hostesses didn’t realize they were synthetic creations. Did they not know they were androids?

“I’m so sorry to hear you all don’t have much time for fun.” My sympathy was genuine, and my curiosity goaded me to keep questioning her. “What is your name, my dear? Where are you from?”

Her expression instantly lit up. “I’m Chelsie. I’m originally from a small town two hours south of the capital by the bullet train.” She plunged the mink-like mitt between my thighs and gave it a swirl about my clitoris. I jumped up and squealed, then gave her a quick peck on the cheek for her cheekiness. She giggled. “I like you, Brandi.”

“I like you, too, Chelsie. You seem an honest, sensible, young lady.” And one that didn’t seem to know that she wasn’t human. Or was it an act? I was about to question her some more when we were interrupted by my cinnamon-skinned lover who had been observing us from across the way for some time.

“Sensible isn’t the word I’d use to describe Miss Chelsie,” the exotic beauty murmured. She struck a daring pose, hands on slender hips, her naked pelvis thrust forward revealing her shaven pussy, her rosy-brown nipples pointing straight ahead, mesmerizing me.

I took a deep breath to calm my over-stimulated nerves, currently being stimulated nicely by Chelsie’s digits. “Ooo, if she’s not sensible, how would you describe Chelsie, then?”   

“I’d describe Chelsie as curious and ready to shag at a moment’s notice.” Cinnamon strode toward the tub and shook her head. “Oh, no, no, no. You can’t get her cleaned properly that way. Let’s get Brandi into the shower booth. You take one side. I’ll take the other.”

Chelsie giggled. “Oh, yes, please.”

Sometimes I don’t know what gets into me—well, that’s not exactly true. Huge strap-ons and men’s cocks get into me frequently, but sometimes girls just want to have fun…with each other in a shower. 

Brandi Whyne and Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures:  Chapter 9--To Lay the Dirty Queen is now available from eXtasy Books and wherever fine ebooks are sold.

Have a Great My Sexy Saturday!

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