Ebony Encounters: A Trilogy of Erotic Tales is composed of three hot and erotic stories. Each tale is very different, the only similarity being the interracial partners. From vampires to a law firm, to a restaurant, this is a truly fun erotic anthology that anyone will find quite stimulating.
1. Love Bytes: A Vampire Tale is a paranormal story. Dominique Etienne LeRoy is a vampire looking for love in the personals. She is immediately attracted to the online profile of Richard Montague, who also happens to be a wizard with a prejudice against vampires. When Dominique and Richard meet, they are instantly drawn to each other, but can Richard put aside his hatred for vampires, to love the person Dominique is inside?
2. The Unexpected Mentor is a titillating tryst between co-workers, Toni Henderson and Kyle Boyer, with the female as dominant. When one partner discovers the love felt for the other, will the two lovers be able to carry their relationship from the office to real life?
3. Chocolate Truffle is a sweet treat. Gabrielle St. John is traveling from her home in New Orleans to apprentice with a prestigious chef in France. Once there, the chef, Jaques Bocuse, is curt with her, leaving her inadequate and homesick. However, after a food flinging fight turns lascivious, these two
soon cannot get enough of each other.
Targeted Age Group:: 18-65
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Honestly, my husband inspired me to write this book. I used to write a blog about how my husband and I met online in 2008 and I wrote about this little trick that my husband does in the bedroom. Well, I got such a huge response that my readers suggested that I write books. More than one reader told me it changed their sex lives with their spouses and commended me for writing about my experience. Ebony Encounters: A Trilogy of Erotic Tales will always be special to me because it was my first book and I dedicated it to my husband who has been my biggest supporter for the last eleven years and counting.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
My husband was classically trained chef who cooked French cuisine and the character, Jaques Bocuse is based on him. Dominique LeRoy is based on a part of me, though I am not obviously biracial, I struggled with my identity in trying to be accepted among my African American peers but with the way I speak and carry myself, many teased me and said I was too proper to be African American. Dominique was separated from her father and so was I and she also struggled with choosing the right men too as I did, until I met my husband. She is one of my favorite characters and I think she always will be. Toni Henderson is loosely based on myself as well, I was apart of the BDSM lifestyle and community for about fifteen years beginning as a submissive in the first year or so, only to learn that I was truly more of a Dominant and became a Domme before health issues made it difficult to continue. Though I am no longer an active part of the community, I still enjoy some aspects of it with my husband.
An excerpt from Love Bytes: A Vampire Tale
She turned sharply when she heard a noise coming from the bedroom. Her heart pounding, muscles tense, she slowly moved to the bedroom door. Toussaint lay on the floor by the bed, bleeding from several stab wounds in his chest. He turned to look at Dominique. ”Oh ma petite chocolat, it’s good you have come; I feared you would not hear me.”
Dominique rushed to him.
“What happened here Henri?” Her voice filled with panic as she tried to sit him up. She was the only one allowed to call him by his first name.
“The girls, they attacked me….they had knives, each of them stabbed me, I…I killed them, but the…the wounds won’t heal….,” he began to cough up blood. His blood smells foul, stale, and poisonous.
Dominique saw the knives he’d pulled out off his chest near him on the floor. They were handmade. Crudely fashioned blades bound in a piece of cloth. Satin cloth like the clothing her master wore. The scent from them was unmistakable, essence of magical herbs and oils. No doubt it was voodoo. Someone wanted him dead.
A human enemy perhaps? A discontented slave or some other human rival he’d crossed and they wanted revenge?
Turning her attention back to a very weak Toussaint, Dominique rested his head on her lap.
“What can I do to help you?” she said not wanting him to die, her eyes filling with tears.
“I…I need to feed, “he said growing weaker by the moment.
Pulling up her skirt, she offered her thigh for him to drink. Toussaint turned to her exposed limb, drinking hungrily from where he‘d previously fed from her. He drank more this time, more than enough to satisfy his hunger, he could not stop himself. Her blood was too good, sweet and warm. After a few moments, Dominique began to feel light headed.
“No more please, no more,” she gasped, trying to pull away.
Dominique could hear her heartbeat fading and she tried even harder to pull away but he held her fast. Her head tilted back, eyes rolling in the back of her head.
His wounds began to heal, his strength returning as he felt something poisonous leaving his body. A sulfuric odor permeates the room. Unable to bear anymore, she used all of the strength she had left to yank his long hair, pulling his head back, causing him to release his grip. She fell back onto the floor, dazed, weak and barely breathing.
Toussaint landed back on his rear and hands. Shaking his long blonde hair, snapping himself out of whatever he was in, he realized what he had done as he gazed at her.
“Oh no ma petite! What have I done to you?” he cried.
His cradled her in his arms, “I cannot let you die ma petite chocolat,” he said sadly, “not after saving me.”
Toussaint bit into his wrist and offered it to her, lifting her head up to drink. Dominique, opening her eyes slightly, refused. “No,” she said weakly trying to turn her head away.
“You must, you will die if you don’t,” he insisted.
He squeezed a few drops of blood on her lips, she hesitantly licked the blood. It had a metallic taste that tingled her tongue. She opened her mouth for more. Toussaint helped her sit up as she held his wrist and drank. She felt a cool and tingling sensation in her body. Her pulse quickened, her body became warm again as her heart came up to a steady beat. She opened her eyes, pupils dilated, almost eclipsing her beautiful green irises, to see her master, Henri Toussaint, mouth agape.
He stared at her in amazement as she pulled away from after only a few moments.
C'est impossible! he thought to himself.
“What’s impossible?” Dominique asked hearing him as if he’d spoken it aloud.
“You are not dead!” he exclaimed.
But she was, for all intents and purposes, changed. Dominique felt strange, that’s for sure, more so than before she drank his blood. It’s like she’d awakened from a deep sleep. Her senses were heightened, hearing, smell, and taste. She felt an odd sensation in her mouth as her canine teeth elongated, becoming fangs. What strange magic is this? She wondered to herself.
Toussaint whispered, “magic indeed, ma petite chocolat.” Dominique smiled. He can hear my thoughts too. Oui, I can. He thought, answering her.
Without warning, desire, hot and unrelenting, shot thru Toussaint and he grabbed her in his arms, she was warm to his touch, very warm. As he caressed her back, Dominique rubbed her face against his, he was warm as well. She kissed him, pulling on his lower lip, biting it. His blood was warm and sweet in her mouth. Toussaint could not believe what was happening to him, the strange warmth that radiated thru his own body. He gripped her hair, pulling her head for a deep kiss of his own. Tingles went thru her like shocks of electricity spreading throughout her body. She pulled off his blood stained shirt, exposing his hairless, blood soaked chest.
Toussaint, now swelling with desire for her, tore her blouse, pulling it completely off. Dominique was frightened, but could not deny the throbbing, moist heat between her legs or the excitement that made her tremble. His lips, slow and thorough, traveled her body, beginning at her neck, kissing, biting, licking, and sucking. Nothing but desire burned in her body, moaning at his touch. She arched her back, wanting more. She could hear her own heartbeat, the blood rushing thru her body and his, pounding in her ears. He gave her more, hungrily sucking and pulling at the dark points of her breasts with his teeth. With one hand holding her, the other slid her skirt down over her hips. Spreading her thighs, his gaze fixed between her legs. She actually felt the heat of his gaze, like soothing hands rubbing her down. You will be mine now and forever, he contemplated.
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