Win a Riptide Gift Card!

The blog tour for the mmweretiger novel Forest of Thorns and Claws continues, and I have links to yesterday’s and today’s postings. By posting a comment to these blog tour stops, one lucky person will win a $15 Riptide gift card to purchase books on the publisher’s website!

 

So here’s the links:

May 16: My guest post on research for the book on The Novel Approach Reviews

May 16: On Top Down Under Book Reviews

May 16: Bayou Book Junkie

May 17: Guest post on Love Bytes Reviews–my hope for readers

May 17: Diverse Reader

May 17: Book Reviews and More by Kathy

May 17: My Fiction Nook

 

Buy the book at Riptide

 

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RELEASE DAY! Forest of Thorns and Claws

It’s finally here!  Today’s the official release of my mmweretiger romance, Forest of Thorns and Claws, set in the jungles of Sumatra and featuring Dr. Donovan McGinnis, a British veterinarian and animal conservationist, and Kersen, a local who also happens to be a tiger shifter.

You can follow the blog tour here, and don’t forget to comment on the tour posts to win a $15 gift card at Riptide!

Now available on Amazon

Buy it at Riptide!

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Day One Blog posts:

Guest post at Joyfully Jay on what drew me to this genre

Creative Deeds

Booklover Sue

Description:

Donovan McGinnis, a veterinarian and conservationist at a research center in Sumatra, is fighting to save the rainforest from poachers and politicians alike. One day he discovers a tigress trapped by a snare, and while treating her injuries, she bites him. He becomes ill with strange symptoms that leave him feverish and dreaming of the jungle and blood.

Kersen and his family are part of the Siluman harimau, a clan of tiger shifters hidden away in a secret village near the rainforest. When Kersen’s sister is caught, he knows he must free her before she infects someone with their magic and reveals their secret.

But Donovan has already been turned, and only time will tell if he can control the tiger within. Kersen must help him, but will the fierce attraction between the pair bring ruin to them all? With the rainforest under threat from outside forces, they may be doomed anyway, unless Kersen and Donovan can find a way to defeat the danger from inside and out.

 

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Gunung Leuser National Forest, Sumatra

May 14, 2013

Donovan McGinnis paused to wipe the sweat from his brow with his camouflage T-shirt, then peered through a dense curtain of strangler fig. Ahead of him, sunlight highlighted a small clearing in the rainforest. Behind him, three men, all members of the Tiger Conservation and Protection Rangers, held still and listened. They were kilometers into the rainforest—about two and a half hours away from their base camp near the village of Ketambe. It was important to keep quiet and tread carefully. Here in the jungle, wild animals weren’t the worst threat.

Worst were the poachers and their cleverly hidden snares.

This was the front line of an epic battle, but not one that most of the world was aware of. Every day, Donovan and his men fought to preserve what little rainforest was left on the Indonesian island of Sumatra, home to some of the rarest creatures on Earth. A lot of people didn’t even know that there was such a thing as a Sumatran elephant or rhinoceros. The orangutans tended to draw the tourists, and their population was in better shape. But the most endangered of all was the creature he loved best.

The Sumatran tiger.

“Stay there,” Donovan whispered. Amin, his best tracker, nodded and signaled to the other men. Amin was in his early twenties, beardless as many of the locals near the jungle tended to be, with short black hair and brown skin. He wore cargo shorts and a dark-brown T-shirt, the better to blend in with the dark undergrowth of the rainforest. He was Donovan’s lead assistant at the research center.

Slowly, Donovan parted the vines and stepped into the clearing. Moving cautiously, he searched through a cluster of orchids on the forest floor, alert for signs of disturbance. High over their heads, leaves rustled, perhaps with the wind.

The jungle was quiet today. That wasn’t a good thing.

Using a long collapsible walking stick, he poked the underbrush, noting broken stems and vines which appeared to have been arranged. It didn’t take long for him to find something—a thin, braided rope beneath a cluster of vines. A taut line and a loop was a classic tiger snare. The poachers were here, all right. At least this one was empty. With deft fingers, Donovan felt for the trigger and deactivated it, breathing easier once it was done.

“Found a snare.” He waved for the others to come forward. They gathered up the pieces to throw into the evidence bag, as Amin logged the location.

“That’s eight you’ve uncovered so far today.” Amin sounded impressed. He took the bag once Donovan was done with it, handing it back to one of the porters.

Donovan sighed. Not yet sundown, and already so many traps. The poachers were getting more desperate—only about a hundred tigers were left in this particular forest, and the forest itself was being gnawed away by coffee and palm oil planters. The big corporations funneled money to the nearby farmers in the hopes they’d do the dirty work of clearing the forest and planting the illegal crops. Most of the time, the provincial government turned a blind eye. Sometimes trying to combat it all felt like a hopeless task. In fact, tomorrow he’d be over in Blangkejeren to testify against a paper company trying to take even more of the supposedly protected national park.

But despite the conflicts between the local government and conservationists like himself, Donovan loved Sumatra and this area in particular. The jungle was magical to him. The locals believed there was actual magic in the area and called this forest “Hutan Duri dan Cakar,” which translated into “Forest of Thorns and Claws.” The thorns referred to actual thorns in the plant life. Enduring the prick of such thorns was said to bring health and long life.

He kept hoping for a glimpse of the claws today. Claws of the tigers, that was.

Using the walking stick for support, Donovan stood. “Eight, right. I think we’ve cleared this area. We’ll keep moving toward the west. Stay quiet. We could still run into whoever’s setting these things.”

The fact that the jungle was so quiet worried him. Even the birds and monkeys were keeping clear of this area, which meant there was probably a large predator somewhere nearby. It might be a man. As they began walking, Donovan kept a hand near his rifle, strapped to his shoulder. Vines and ferns brushed his bare legs; it was too humid to wear trousers out here, so he did as the locals did and wore long shorts instead. Also plenty of mosquito repellent.

They’d been walking for maybe fifteen minutes when he heard something thrashing in the dense undercover ahead. Donovan signaled his team to be silent and brought out a pair of binoculars. With a sinking feeling, he tried to spot the source through young teakwood trees and bird of paradise plants.

A frantic yowl confirmed his fears. That sound could only come from a large cat.

“Get the tranq gun ready! I’m moving in closer to see how badly it’s been trapped.” Donovan was no longer concerned about noise. If it was a young tiger, its mother would have already been on them; therefore it had to be a solitary animal.

He kept watch for more snares as he crept closer. Branches swayed maybe twenty meters off, but he still couldn’t see the animal. This wasn’t good; it meant the tiger was probably rolling on the ground, perhaps injured. “Radio the home station,” he told Evan, one of the junior rangers and a conservationist from Germany. “We may be bringing this one back with us.”

Evan quietly began to report the incident to the rehabilitation center as Amin handed Donovan the tranquilizer gun. Donovan checked his watch. They were going to need reinforcements for an extraction. There goes the rest of the day.

“Hang back for now. Once it goes down, I’ll need everyone to help me free the animal.” Donovan gripped the gun in one hand and tucked his collapsible walking stick into his backpack’s side pocket. As he drew closer, he focused on where the snarls and growls pierced the jungle. It was a positive sign that the tiger was making so much noise. A noisy tiger was a live one.

Crouching low, he climbed over a dead branch, then rounded a large rubber tree and finally spotted the animal in a clump of tall reeds. The tiger’s orange and black coat showed clearly through the foliage as the creature flailed, its left front paw trapped by the cruel rope of the snare. The tiger snarled in anguish.

It was a small specimen, most likely a female. There was blood where the snare had cut into the animal’s paw, probably also cutting off circulation. Yeah, they’d want to keep this one overnight, in case she had broken bones or damaged ligaments. Females were particularly important to the breeding pool; this one appeared to have just reached maturity, making her vital to their conservation efforts.

The tiger yowled and licked at the injury, her muzzle red with her own blood. Poor thing. I wonder how long she’s been here.

Donovan raised the tranquilizer gun, and lined up the tiger in his sights. He hoped the poachers weren’t close. It would be Evan’s job to keep Amin and the porters safe while Donovan aided the tiger.

His finger grazed the trigger, ready to fire, when a low growl to his left made him pause. That’s not the snared tiger. Slowly, Donovan lowered the rifle. He glanced at a dense thicket of reeds to his left.

A pair of yellow eyes stared back at him.

Fear paralyzed Donovan’s limbs, and his heart pounded. This was a bigger tiger, with a well-defined scruff around the face, which suggested a young male. He stared at the animal, unable to break eye contact as it silently watched him. It was a gorgeous beast, with an unusual swirling of marks on one shoulder. The power in that gaze was electric. And dangerous.

One pounce: that was all it would take for the tiger to kill him, and a grown tiger could leap about eight meters. Donovan glanced at Evan, who was still on the phone with the center. The rest of the team hadn’t noticed the tiger yet; the foliage was in the way. He could try to tranq this animal as well. But then they’d have two tigers to deal with.

When he looked back, the second tiger was gone.

Shit. No help for it—I’d better warn them.

“There’s another tiger—watch out! I’m going to try and put the first one to sleep,” Donovan called back to Amin. No point in being quiet now; the louder they were, the more likely they’d scare away the extra animal.

Saying a prayer, Donovan raised the rifle again. He zoomed in on the fleshy part of the tiger’s shoulder as she rested for a moment, panting. With a muffled pop, the dart buried itself into the flesh, the red tufted end sticking out. The tiger yowled and lurched to her feet, and then curled in on herself, trying to chew at the rope. But it was useless. The poachers used a tightly woven nylon cord, and the tiger’s big fangs, so good at crushing bones and cutting arteries, were just too unwieldy to get through it. The cord would only cut her lips and gums.

“Tiger should be down in five minutes. Where’s our backup?” Donovan scanned the jungle. No sign of the other tiger. Muttering, he strode back to Evan and took the radio headset, putting it to his ear. “Roark? We’re bringing a young adult female in with us.”

Roark was an old friend of his—he’d met Roark while in London at university, where they’d both studied biology and ecology. Donovan liked to hike through the rainforest and get dirty, but Roark preferred managing the rehabilitation center.

“Yeah, I heard you. There’s a team heading your direction, but it’ll take them at least an hour. You think you can keep it under until then? Perhaps make a stretcher of some kind?”

It was impossible for them to move the tiger any other way. “We’d better. There’s another tiger nearby—possibly a sibling. The good news is the five of us should be able to carry the one we found.”

“If you can, then get out of there. You’re taking the Punjab trail? I can meet you along it on your trek back with some guys to help get you to the truck.”

Good enough. There were days Donovan wished for superpowers, to fly or sense enemies nearby. Or his very own satellite camera to spy for him. “The poachers might be in the area as well. I’m hoping not close enough to realize they’ve caught something. Warn the men to keep their guns ready.”

“I’ll do that. Have you had a chance to examine the animal yet?”

Donovan glanced over at the tiger, who was sitting, panting hard. Soon now. It swayed, eyes drooping. “Not yet. I’ll call to let you know if we need anything.”

“Brilliant. Keep me updated. We’ll prepare a holding pen for it. Hopefully it won’t need to stay long. Our budget’s tight enough for this month. The province seems to forget we’re a nonprofit organization.” Roark’s crisp London accent made him sound cheerful, even though Donovan knew this stuff worried him.

Donovan’s anger rose when he thought about funding and provincial politics. “Plus we’ve got the bloody hearing to attend tomorrow. Damned government and their greed.” There was a soft thump as the tiger tried to stand up and fell over instead, succumbing to the drug. “Have to go. Over and out.” He switched off the radio, returning it to Evan. “Try to put some kind of stretcher together—I have some spare tarp in my bag. And stay here until I give the okay to come closer.”

With that, Donovan approached the snared tiger, coming within three meters of it. The panting had subsided into deep breathing, and the tiger’s eyes were closed. Good. He scanned the nearby brush, looking for its companion, but the jungle was still quiet, and would probably remain so until all the humans and predators were out of the area.

Cautiously, Donovan pulled out his walking stick, stepping forward again. He extended it and poked the sleeping tiger in the side. No response. Nodding to himself, he put the aluminum walking stick back, then reached into his backpack for his veterinary kit, which included a simple ear thermometer, gauze, medical tape, and stethoscope. Crouching beside the tiger, he listened to its heartbeat. Steady and slow. Just as it should be.

Next he listened to its lungs, checked the rolled-back eyes, the teeth, tongue, and then moved to check the animal’s injuries. The tiger was indeed female, sexually mature but young, and he didn’t think it had ever given birth before. It looked to be in excellent health, except for the snare around the left forepaw, digging cruelly into the flesh. Bright blood marred the white fur, dripping onto the forest floor. If he didn’t work fast, they’d soon have ants and other nasties to deal with.

He used a knife to cut the main line of the snare, then safety shears to carefully cut the cording from the wounds. She’d likely pulled a muscle or two while struggling. Once the cords were cut, he disinfected the wound and applied a bandage to it. That would have to do for now. He didn’t think any bones had been broken. They’d know more after the animal woke up and began walking around.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, as Amin ventured near with the makeshift stretcher. It wouldn’t get them back to the center, but it should work until they met up with the other team. The porters set the contraption by the tiger’s head, eyeing her nervously. Donovan waved them out of the way and went to stand next to her head, smiling at the way her tongue lolled. “Evan, we’ll each grab a leg and drag her on. Don’t worry. She’s out cold.”

Together, they pulled the two-hundred-and-fifty-pound tigress forward, enough so that her front half was on the stretcher.

Donovan adjusted the tiger so that her front paws were somewhat secured to the stretcher. It was going to be awkward, but they’d make do. “All right, everyone. Help me pull her. Pay attention to her eyes. If she starts to come to, I’ll need to dose her again.” He’d probably need to at least once, but it was risky using too much sedative on a big cat. No telling how they’d react.

As they began the laborious chore of dragging the tiger back to the center, Donovan felt the itch between his shoulder blades that meant somebody was watching them. When he looked, however, all he saw was the forest.

Cover Love and an Excerpt Available

There was a cover reveal last month, but there wasn’t a single comment on the post, and I feel like L.C. Chase deserves a lot more credit for the gorgeous cover she created for Book 2 of the Oddities series, Fraud Twice Felt.

So I’m featuring it on my blog here, along with a link to the excerpt that is now available on the book’s page over on Riptide.

Featuring prominently on the cover is rentboy turned private investigator, Elliot Leed:

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Read the first four chapters here–click the “Excerpt” tab

The release date is next month, May 29. I don’t have the final files yet, but if you’re a blogger and you’re interested in getting a review copy to read and review, comment here and I’ll make sure to send one. I’m busy writing guest posts for the promotional tour but I don’t know if they’ve asked for sign-ups yet.

Enjoy!

Blurb:

Three weeks after solving his old boyfriend’s murder, bounty hunter Derwin Bryant is trying to let go of the past and embrace his new life with Elliot Leed, a former rentboy and fellow Oddity. Elliot, meanwhile, is trying to adjust to working at Bob’s Bail Bonds and having a real relationship despite his strange power of Object Reading. Hanging over the couple is the fear that Roy Yoshiro, notorious gang lord, will make good on his threats to claim Elliot. If that happens, not even Derwin’s superhuman strength will be enough to protect the man he loves.

Their concerns are overshadowed when Derwin’s friend asks for help finding her missing son. It’s not long before the case takes Derwin and Elliot back to the crime-ridden underbelly of the city and straight into Yoshiro’s clutches. Two gangs are vying for power, and Derwin and Elliot get caught in the middle of their very public fight.

Derwin and Elliot must find a way to thwart both gangs’ plans and escape alive. This time, one misstep could spell disaster for all the inhabitants of Nis.

New Titles for Pre-sale!

I know I’ve been quiet–current job and home needs have been keeping me away from the Internet most of the time. But I’ve got some exciting news. In May, Riptide will be publishing not one, but two of my full-length novels:  on May 14,  Forest of Thorns and Claws, a m/m weretiger stand-alone which is much more than a shifter romance, and then on May 29 the second book of the Oddities series, Fraud Twice Felt, will be released.

Both are now available at the Riptide Publishing at the following links:

Forest of Thorns and Claws

Fraud Twice Felt

Look for cover reveals for both of these books coming soon!

Also, I’m working on writing the blog posts for the promotional tours. I’ll go ahead and ask it here: is there anything you’d like to know about me or the books? (or the world of the Oddities series, etc.)

I’m still hard at work on final editing tasks and writing the 3rd Oddities book.

RELEASE DAY! Murder Once Seen

It’s finally here!  Book One of the Oddities Series is out at Riptide, Amazon, ARE and everywhere else eBooks are sold. This is a fast-paced gay paranormal romantic suspense set in a near-future alternate Earth.

Amazon link to buy

Riptide link to buy

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Here are links to today’s spots on the blog tour. There’s a giveaway going on between December 12 to the 16th for a $20 Riptide gift card. Check it out!

Main page for the blog tour at Riptide

Dec 12: Joyfully Jay (Guest Post: Character Playlists)

Dec 12: TTC Books and More

Dec 12: OMG Reads

Dec 12: Attention is Arbitrary (Guest Post: Writer’s Block)

About Murder Once Seen

In the city of Nis, things often aren’t what they seem.

Derwin is a bounty hunter gifted with the Oddity of superhuman strength and agility—perfect for hunting down fugitives and demons who roam the streets. One killed his boyfriend two years ago, and Derwin won’t stop until he finds out who. Police suspect it was someone he sent to prison, but he can’t shake the idea that they’re missing something.

Elliot is a rentboy who’s been living on the streets since his parents disowned him. He mistrusts everyone and, given his uncontrolled ability to Read Objects and a client list that includes a major gang boss, despairs of ever having a normal life.

Derwin and Elliot meet in a storm of lust. Derwin’s Oddity is fed by the pain of others, but he only wants what’s freely given. Elliot loves pain, but needs safety and a way off the streets before he can allow it. They may be able to solve each other’s problems . . . if they can survive long enough to work together.

I’ll also put up a post sometime soon about the demons featured in Murder Once Seen and in the Oddities series, and I’ll be posting a link to a Goodreads giveaway once it goes live.

Giveaway

To celebrate the release of Murder Once Seen, one lucky winner will receive a $20 Riptide credit! Leave a comment on the tour stops with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on December 17, 2016. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries.

 

Cover Reveal and Pre-Order!

now available for pre-order I’m very excited to announce that my first full length novel, Murder Once Seen (Oddities Book 1), is now available for pre-order on Riptide’s site! In addition, I can finally share the cover, created by Kanaxa. This paranormal mmromance will be coming out September 26.

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Blurb:

In the city of Nis, things often aren’t what they seem.

Derwin is a bounty hunter gifted with the Oddity of superhuman strength and agility—perfect for hunting down fugitives and demons who roam the streets. One killed his boyfriend two years ago, and Derwin won’t stop until he finds out who. Police suspect it was someone he sent to prison, but he can’t shake the idea that they’re missing something.

Elliot is a rentboy who’s been living on the streets since his parents disowned him. He mistrusts everyone and, given his uncontrolled ability to Read Objects and a client list that includes a major gang boss, despairs of ever having a normal life.

Derwin and Elliot meet in a storm of lust. Derwin’s Oddity is fed by the pain of others, but he only wants what’s freely given. Elliot loves pain, but needs safety and a way off the streets before he can allow it. They may be able to solve each other’s problems . . . if they can survive long enough to work together.

 

(and for followers of my blog, I’m a complete dork. For some reason I had stuck in my head that the final title would be “Murder First Seen.” So know that this is the same book, featuring Derwin and Elliot, that I described way back when I started writing it. The book has been through several titles, but I’m very happy with the cover and the depictions of the characters.)

Release! Part Six of Deena’s tale.

Today is the release day for Part Six of the BDSM erotic romance, Deena and the Professor, “Female Inversion.” This part delves into Deena’s curiosity about women, while also furthering the connection she feels between herself and her psychology professor, Alex Sturm. For a limited time, get it for only 99 cents on Amazon!  Also a Kindle Unlimited title. (Note: there was a pricing error on Amazon. Check back later today, and this should be resolved.)

Amazon link:  http://www.amazon.com/Female-Inversion-Menage-romance-Professor-ebook/dp/B01E8BTOVC/

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Description:

On her first day of college, Deena met the man of her dreams—her Psychology professor! He took control of her fantasies, showed her how to SUBMIT, captured her first experiences and made a contract with her to teach her all the ways of PAIN AND PLEASURE.

Deena’s nervous; she wants to explore more, but she also wants to keep Professor Sturm for herself. This time he’s bringing another partner into the bedroom, a woman, so that Deena can have her first lesbian experience. But the woman is also the professor’s ex-wife, Stacy. What if Stacy tried to get her man back? Or will a night with Stacy be so amazing, that Deena changes her mind?

It’s a lot for someone so INEXPERIENCED to consider.

 Excerpt:

As she spoke, Deena let herself look more closely at Stacy, at her face, her dark brown eyes, her lips. Her long, delicious throat. Stacy was very striking. “I did have a crush or two on girls at school. This one girl in my home economics class, for example. She was part of the popular crowd, and she had this gorgeous red chestnut hair. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair and bury my face against her shoulder.” Deena blushed, feeling silly.

“You look embarrassed. Why would you ever be embarrassed about that? She sounds lovely,” Stacy said, rubbing her fingers a little against her crotch. Deena couldn’t help but notice that her fingernails were long and manicured, with red nail polish. She shivered, imagining those hands, those fingers touching her.

Deena tucked a stray hair behind her ear, nervously. She glanced at the other wine glass on the table, but suddenly she didn’t want it. She didn’t want anything that might dull her senses. “I guess everyone I knew kept telling me how wrong it was, for a woman to be attracted to another woman. I still like guys.” She laughed. “A lot. But I always wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman. And to kiss… you know. Other things.” She licked her lips. “I’ve tasted myself. I think I taste pretty good.”

Stacy laughed. “I bet you do. What about a woman’s body? How do I look to you, for example?” She set down her glass then reached out, taking Deena’s hands, and placing them on her hips. Deena sucked in a breath, her pussy coming to attention. The fabric was just as soft as it looked, and what was more, she could feel Stacy’s form through the clothing, making her imagine what Stacy might look like without anything on. It was an enticing thought.

She stammered out what she hoped was a good answer. “I think women are beautiful. I mean I don’t get why all women don’t want to have sex with each other. I especially like your, um,” Her hand moved slightly, brushing up against Stacy’s breast before settling on her hip again. “Your bosom.” Her face heated up.

Stacy grinned, and she cupped her breasts, lifting them. “You mean these? Would you like to see them? She reached up to unbutton the first button of her shirt, revealing creamy white skin.

Immediately, Deena wanted to lick the skin there, to kiss Stacy’s neck. Her mouth watered, and she nodded. “Yes, please.” She allowed herself to pull Stacy’s silk shirt out from her skirt, dipping her fingers under the fabric to feel the woman’s skin. She knew Stacy was older, probably about the same age as the professor. More than ten years older than her.

Deena didn’t want it any other way.

“That’s right, dear. I think we need to lose a bit of clothing here.” Stacy looked across the living room to the professor. “Are we still good here? Or do you think we should move this upstairs?”

The professor pursed his lips, looking them over. “Let’s start here. We can move upstairs at any time. But I think the two of you are comfortable, and so am I.” He adjusted his trousers. “And I trust that the two of you are fine if I indulge myself while you are having your fun.”

Deena clearly saw the line of his cock through his trousers. That only sent the entire scenario into an even higher level of intensity. She swallowed, imagining him watching them. “So you’re not going to…participate?” She did love his cock. But today she wanted to focus more on the woman beside her.

He smiled. “We’ll see. This is Stacy and your evening. I am only an observer.”

Stacy nodded, unbuttoning her shirt slowly. Deena couldn’t help but track the movement with her eyes, as more and more skin was revealed. “Sounds good. I think I’m fine with the sofa for now. Leather has such a sensual feel to it.” She opened the last button, revealing a lacy demi-cup that barely contained her breasts, so perfect and round. Glancing at Deena, Stacy continued. “Would you help me with the rest?”

Would she ever! “Yes, Ma’am,” Deena said, trying to remember if Stacy liked that term or not. It just seemed right. She eased the silky fabric off Stacy’s shoulders, and set the shirt over the arm of the sofa. Unable to stop herself, she rubbed the top of Stacy’s breasts with her thumbs, just enjoying the sight of them half covered.

Stacy’s lids fell half closed. “Mm. Don’t stop. I’m just going to lie back here and let you explore.”

Deena’s hands trembled. She hardly knew what she wanted to do first! It seemed like moving down layer by layer was best, so she trailed her hands down to the clasp of Stacy’s skirt. It was in the back, which meant she basically had to hug the woman to undo it, placing her face right at breast level. She couldn’t help herself, Sighing, she rubbed her face in the crevice between the firm mounds, smelling lavender and baby powder. So different from the Professor’s smell, and yet so wonderful at the same time.

It seemed rude to linger there, so Deena backed off. Should she pull Stacy’s skirt down? Or was it better to let the woman ease it down herself? “I don’t know what I’m doing,” Deena said to cover her nervousness.

“You’re doing just fine, dear,” Stacy said in a low, smooth voice. Her hand settled on Deena’s shoulder, steadying her. “I like watching you explore. If you want to touch… kiss… whatever. Do what feels right to you. I’ll let you know if I want you to do something different.”

That helped, knowing Stacy would tell her. It was like having safety wheels on a bike. Deena took a slow breath, and reached to hook her fingers into the waist of Stacy’s skirt. She pulled it down, revealing black lacy underwear, and gorgeous creamy thighs. A wave of want swept through her. “You’re beautiful,” Deena said.

Stacy smiled, bringing her hand up to cup Deena’s cheek. “So are you, darling. I especially love that I’m your first woman.” She released Deena, resting her hand on the sofa. “Do you need me to lift my hips?”

Deena’s head was swimming. Was she really doing this? “Not yet,” she found herself replying, because as tempting as that thought was, she wanted to do other things before diving right in… so to speak. “I want to kiss you. May I?”