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Something Wicked
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Wonder
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© October 2011 ed. Selena Kitt
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Four Seasons: Winter
Something Wicked
Wonder
Strange Love
WINTER
If the spirit and magic of the
winter season wasn’t enough to keep you warm as the weather turns cold, you can
count on the erotica in this spicy anthology to do the trick! So let it snow,
and curl up with your favorite eXcessica authors and this sexy, seasonal
anthology, bringing you the best of all things winter!
Stories included
from: Sommer Marsden, Kiki Howell, Mallory Path, Phillip Sweeny, Paul
McDermott, J.M. Snyder, Alessia Brio and Will Belegon, Giselle Renarde,
Rachelle Le Monnier, Saskia Walker and Selena Kitt.
SOMETHING
WICKED
The brightest lights cast the
deepest shadows. Our eXcessica authors have reached into the darkest reaches of
their writer’s hearts to offer you erotic horror stories that will steal
you--heart, body and soul!
Stories included by: Selena Kitt, Roxanne Rhoads,
Jim Baker, G.R. Richards, D.B. Story, Piers Anthony, Sam Kepfield, Jack Osprey,
J.L. Dillard, Jennifer Campbell and M.E. Hydra
WONDER
Whether it’s werewolves,
vampires, shapeshifters, angels, ghosts or aliens—these are stories with
all of those strange and wonderfully sexy creatures that fascinate the human
psyche! Come on a spicy, paranormal journey that ventures into titillating
realms bound only the imaginations of your favorite eXcessica authors!
A
dozen stories included in this volume by Wynter O’Reilly, Selena Kitt, D.B.
Story, Sommer Marsden, J.M. Snyder, Dakota Trace, Piers Anthony, Roxanne
Rhoads, Elise Hepner, Darcy Sweet, Christabel Rouseau and Erin O’Riordan.
STRANGE
LOVE
This world is full of the strange
and unusual, from shapeshifters to anthropomorphic characters to genies to
robots—check out these stories of unconventional love from the authors at
Excessica! Strange never seemed so hot before!
Stories by Morgan Sierra,
Elliott Mabeuse, D.B. Story, Wynter O’Reilly, Sam Kepfield, Amicus, Annette
Gisby, Erin O’Riordan Bekki Lynn, Jennifer Campbell, Saskia Walker, Sommer
Marsden, M.E. Hydra, Madeleine Drake and Kiera Thomas.
Four Seasons: Winter
Selena Kitt,
editor
WINTER
Christmas
Surprise by Sommer Marsden
Spirit
Yet to Come by Kiki Howell
Christmas
in Paradise by Phillip Sweeny
The
Christmas Cat by Paul McDermott
A Little Something for Santa by J.M. Snyder
San Diego Sunset by Alessia Brio and Will Belegon
Traditional Inuit Throat-Singing by Giselle
Renarde
Send Me
an Angel by Rachelle Le Monnier
SOMETHING WICKED
The Velvet Choker by Selena Kitt
Monster Inside by Roxanne Rhoads
Meeting of the Board by D.B.
Story
The Lion Chronicles by J.L.
Dillard
Slave 278 by Jennifer Campbell
WONDER
Sweet Revenge by Wynter O’Reilly
Shifting Desire by Elise Hepner
Perchance to Dream by Christabel
Roseau
Butterfly Boy by Erin O’Riordan
STRANGE LOVE
I Love You FCSK 12712 by Elliott
Mabeuse
Encounters: The Mare by D.B.
Story
Indigo Blue by Wynter O’Reilly
Fireflies: Immaculate Conception by
Amicus
Of Pets and Pleasures by
Annette Gisby
Angels Would Fall by Erin
O’Riordan
Slaves of the Tarsus by
Jennifer Campbell
Where the Heart Is by Saskia
Walker
A Life With Purpose by Sommer
Marsden
A Summer Dance with a Succubus by
M.E. Hydra
Remembering Ausar by Madeleine
Drake
Manhattan Sex God by Kiera Thomas
CHRISTMAS
SURPRISE
By
Sommer Marsden
She had moved in
two weeks ago and he couldn’t stop watching her. He observed her out the window
and had to laugh. She was beautiful and comical and obviously overwhelmed.
Eric set down
his coffee cup, took a deep breath, and started for the front door. He had made
a decision. He wasn’t going to get to know her if he didn’t actually step out
of his house and meet her. Besides, spying on her from his office was starting
to make him feel like a creepy pervert.
* * * *
“Just go in damnit,”
Jennifer growled, stomping viciously on a garden stake that was meant to anchor
the giant inflatable snowman. The December wind was sure to blow him clear to
the North Pole if she didn’t get it in. “You filthy piece of sh—”
“Need some
help?” The voice was low and wonderful but it startled her nonetheless.
She let out a
yelp as her heart kicked into overdrive and she promptly lost her balance. Then
she was staring at him from inside her holly bush, her feet sticking straight
up in the air, a twig poking her up the nose.
“Here, let me
help.” He offered her a hand and she was sure that was a smile he had just
smothered. “Sorry I startled you.”
The corners of
his mouth kept trying to turn up with humor but she had to hand it to
him—he was keeping it at bay.
“S’okay. I guess
I was cussing out Frosty too loudly to hear you coming.” Fighting her
embarrassment, she smoothed her hair, removed a twig, and wiped her hands on
her jeans. “Jennifer Sinclair,” she blurted, sticking her hand out. “Your new
neighbor.”He took her hand and held it gently. All her nerves came to life with
a sizzle and a pop. He shook slowly and smiled. The smile lit his dark
chocolate eyes and made his nose crinkle slightly. Wow.
“Eric Kenner.
It’s great to finally meet you.”
“I know. I mean,
you too. We keep doing the wave thing but haven’t actually had a chance to
talk.” Jennifer realized she was still holding his hand and dropped it
abruptly. She really didn’t want to. It was big and warm and made her tingle in
places that hadn’t tingled in a while.
He gave a boyish
smile and eyed the still-deflated snowman. “So, if you hate Frosty so much, why
are you torturing yourself by putting him up?”
“It’s for my
daughter, Kim. She’s wanted one of these blow-up things for a few years now.
Everybody has them. That‘s six-year-old speak for ‘we have to get one.’”
Eric had seen
her daughter, a small girl with a big grin and jet-colored hair to match her
mom‘s. She was adorable.
“Ah, so this is
a mom thing.”
“Exactly. It’s a
mom thing to muscle that damn stake into the ground. The sugar cookies I’m
about to wrestle with are a mom thing. Also, the fact that she’s spending the
next two nights with her Grandma Rose is a mom thing. I hate when she’s gone.”
“Sounds hard,
being a mom,” he said and bent to examine the stake.
“Can be,” she
sighed, suddenly looking embarrassed. “I don’t want you to think I’m
complaining. I guess I’m just frustrated. Decorating is not my forté.”
“I don’t,” he
said. “And decorating isn’t mine either, but pounding things with a mallet is.
I’ll go get one and we’ll anchor this snowman down.”
“God bless you!”
she smiled her first genuine smile and Eric felt his heart grow bigger in his
chest. “I’ll go get us some coffee. I pay my workers with fresh Columbian
brew.”
Eric couldn’t
help but whistle as he headed for his tool shed. He detected a small hop in his
step and shook his head. Getting to come to her rescue was even better than
he’d hoped for.
* * * *
“There,” Eric
grunted, slamming the mallet home a final time. “That should keep him put.”
Jennifer clapped
her hands and hit the button with the toe of her shoe. The snowman slowly
sprang to life with a hiss of forced air.
“Can I interest
you in screwing a Christmas tree into its stand? There are cinnamon rolls in it
for you.” Her face was open, full of good humor and hope. He wanted to kiss her
right there. He had never had such a forceful sudden urge to touch a woman.
“Sounds great.
Lead the way.” He tried to calm his heart as he followed her. Had to stop
acting like a lovesick teenager.
The house was
still stuffed with boxes but was starting to take shape as a cozy, comfortable
home. The fireplace was the only thing devoid of clutter. It had obviously been
cleaned, the mantle waxed, and her daughter’s portrait was front and center.
The frame was flanked by large stone angels and Jennifer had dotted pinecones
among the few items. Some sprigs of fresh holly and a few tea lights finished
it off.
Obviously, the
fireplace was important. He had a fast mental image of making love to her in
front of a bright, blazing fire. Her skin lit by the soft light, the room warm
and full of mutual desire. He shook the thought off the way a big dog shakes
off water.
“Don’t look at
the mess,” she admonished. “When you have a kid, two weeks just doesn’t cut it
for getting yourself organized.”
He touched her
shoulder gently and watched a look of surprise wash over her face. Too soon.
“Sorry, you had
some…” He brushed imaginary lint off her shoulder and smiled. “I moved in two
years ago and I still have about twenty boxes left to unpack.”
“Well, that
makes me feel better. I don’t feel like such a failure. Come on in the kitchen.
The coffee’s still hot and the cinnamon rolls can be nuked.”
He watched her
walk ahead, her snug, faded jeans doing strange things to his mind and his body.
She was tall and shapely, curvy by today’s standards, but nothing short of
devastatingly sexy in his opinion.
“If you don’t
mind me asking,” he said when they settled at the table. “You haven’t always
been a stay-at-home-mom, have you?”
She blushed and
took a sip of coffee. “It’s that obvious?”
He shrugged, not
wanting to make her uncomfortable. “It’s just, I was watching…well, I happened
to see you last week in the back yard. It was that really warm day we had and
you were hanging out clothes.”
He had to smile
at the memory. It had taken her forever to hang one basket of clothes up on the
line. Then a gust of wind had torn most of then down and scattered them through
the yard. Jennifer had been a gorgeous, frenzied sight chasing after underwear,
sweaters and jeans. When he had gone to answer his ringing phone, she had been
beating a large brown sweater with a wire hanger in obvious frustration.
“I decided to
stay home about a month ago. For Kim. My husband, Tim, died over a year ago and
it was just becoming too insane. Trying to raise her, give her all the time she
needed. I couldn’t be mother, father and breadwinner and give her what the kind
of time she needs. So I sold our big house, downsized to save money, and
started doing freelance editing from home. I’m now a work-at-home, stay-at-home
mom.”
His eyes were
continually drawn to her full, pink lips as she talked. He wanted to trace her
bottom lip with his finger. Maybe follow it with his tongue.
“Who’s slowly
losing her marbles,” she finished.
“Adjustment,” he
said as if he knew what he was talking about. “It takes time. You’ll get the
hang of it. When I started working from home, I stayed in my pajamas for a
month.”
“I appreciate
the confidence, but I’m not convinced. What about you? What do you do?“
“Independent
financial consultant,” he said with a fake yawn. “Very boring stuff but I don’t
have to fight traffic.”
“Ain’t that the
truth. I don’t miss that one bit either. Now.” She inhaled deeply and rose. “Let’s
go see about that tree if you don’t mind. I really appreciate the help. I’m not
a handy kind of girl. Kim‘s counting on the darn thing being up when she gets
home tomorrow night. She‘s so excited tomorrow‘s Christmas eve.”
* * * *
“Okay.” His
voice was muffled from under the tree. “You hold it up as straight as possible
and I’ll tighten the screws. Don’t let go until I say so.”
Jennifer got the
tree at the right angle. “Okay, it’s straight.” She could feel the weight of
the tree being pulled from her hands with each turn of the screws. “Wow, that
was fast,” she said, letting go.
“Don’t let go! Don’t
let go!” Eric yelped as the tree started to tilt.
Jennifer dove for
it, trying to right the seven-foot pine before it could tip. She snagged the
sap-covered trunk with a triumphant yell. The weight of the tree pulled her
forward and up off her feet. She landed with a grunt on top of the tree which
landed on top of Eric.
“Eric! I’m
sorry. Are you okay? Where are you?” She clawed through the prickly branches
frantically.
She could hear
what sounded like a mumbled curse and then an exasperated. “I’m right here.
Under you. Could you remove your knee from my crotch?”
Jennifer
scrambled from the tree’s embrace and tried to haul it aside.
“I’m okay. Just
let me get—ow! Don’t yank so hard. My arm’s caught in there.”
“I’m so sorry.
You told me not to let go and I did. I let go. I’m sorry I let go.”
Eric climbed
from beneath the tree, his hair standing up in spikes and horns. His flannel
shirt had ripped at the shoulder and a gob of sap was smeared across his
forehead. He looked stunned but not angry.
“S’okay,” he
mumbled. “Just took me by surprise when the trunk knocked me on the head.”
“Ice! I’ll get
you an ice pack,” Jennifer yelped. She settled him gently in an easy chair and
took an extra moment to smooth the hair back from his forehead. It was dark and
wavy. Very thick but as soft as over-washed cotton.
“That would be
nice,” he said, closing his eyes at the contact. If it took a head injury to
get a gentle touch like that, he was all for it.
Jennifer pressed
the ice pack to the crown of his head and made cooing noises in his ear. It was
like listening to his favorite music. Her fussing sounds soothed him and when
her breast pressed against his bicep, he felt a surge of heat flow from his
belly to groin. If she didn’t move soon he’d be in a very embarrassing physical
situation.
“I’m not very
good at following directions. But you figured that out for yourself,” she said
with a self deprecating laugh.
“It’s fine. I’m
not hurt. Give me a minute and we’ll get it up.”
He saw her gaze
drop to his khakis and her face colored. Maybe he wasn’t the only one feeling
an attraction. The thought alone added fuel to his arousal.
“Not there,” he
laughed. Her faux pas had him feeling bold and he reached out and traced the
lines of her cheekbone with his fingertips.
Air hissed
through her parted lips and she closed her eyes, leaning against his hand. She
was softening at his touch and Eric felt sure if he kissed her she would
respond. When he leaned up toward her, she inched forward to meet him. Her lips
were soft and full and tasted like peppermints. He licked along her lower lip
before kissing her full, his tongue roaming her mouth, brushing her own.
“I shouldn’t
be…” she started but then must have changed her mind. She settled on his lap
with a subtle weight and pressed her body against him, mixing her curves with
his angles.
Eric’s cock grew
harder with each lap of her tongue. He swept the skin of her collarbone with
his finger, traced a slow line down her breast to her nipple, pinching gently.
The low sound that escaped her spurred him forward. He dipped his head, taking
the tight bud in his mouth through the fabric of her shirt. He felt his heart
skip when her hand found his lap and stroked him through the cloth.
“I’ve wanted to
do this since I saw you chasing clothes around the backyard,” he whispered into
the delicate curve of her ear.
“I’m not usually
this…bold. Slutty? I’ve been deprived for a while.” Another musical laugh and
then her tongue was doing sweet, wonderful things at the hollow of his neck
while her hand continued to fondle his erection.
Eric arched up
against her, creating friction and heat. If it felt this good clothed, the feel
of her bare skin under him just might kill him.
The doorbell
rang and they both froze.
He watched her
face, startled and pale, her lips deliciously swollen, her eyelids half closed
in drowsy satisfaction. She had supernatural eyes. Such a light, pale blue,
they appeared nearly translucent. A bold green ring ran along the outer edges
of her irises—a fairy’s eyes, maybe a sorceress’.
“Jenny! It’s
me.”
“Shit, shit,
shit,” she muttered, pushing her hands roughly through her thick, black hair.
“Who is it?’ he
whispered, brushing the fullness of her breast with his palm. He couldn’t stop
touching her. Not even with unexpected company.
“My mother.
Shit!”