Sneak peek at Greek Temptation

Greek Temptation by L.A. Day Unedited Excerpt: His hungry gaze held her in place and she stood frozen as he approached. “I can smell your heat, your lust. I know you’re ready for mating.” He ran the back of his hand down her arm and his fingertips grazed the side of her breast. Taking a step backward, Samantha collapsed in a winged-back chair. “You’re all crazy.” Covering her face with both hands, Samantha rubbed her forehead. What in the world was going on? Was this some type of hoax? “Let us ease your suffering.” Lyk’s hands settled on her shoulders, massaging her tense muscles, and against her will she felt her tension melt. Crazy he might be, but his hands aroused her the way no other’s ever had. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to his touch. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed, until firm hands slid up her calves to settle on her knees. “What are you doing?” Her eyes flew open to find Arcas knelling in front of her. “I will ease your suffering.” His lyrical voice called to something deep within her and a shudder rocked her as she looked into his dark eyes. The desire in his eyes matched her own and her pulse leapt in reaction. Still, it didn’t seem right. She’d just allowed Lyk to satisfy her and now he stood behind her while Arcas prepared to do the same. A slow grin curled the corner of Arcas’ mouth as his thumbs rubbed the inside of her knees and slowly pressed outward. “Let me taste you, pleasure you.” Wildly, Samantha’s gaze darted about. Gulping as she realized Orrin was nowhere around. “Open your thighs for him,” Lyk commanded. Samantha trembled. Her gaze ran over Arcas’ gorgeous face. Part of her wanted to comply but she held back. Did they think she couldn’t resist their dark, lusty appeal? She wasn’t a whore to be passed around. She opened her mouth to protest but only a whimper escaped when Lyk’s hands slid down to cup her breasts. Kneeling at her side, Lyk spoke, “Let us show you how much you mean to us.” “But I…” She met Lyk’s lust-filled gaze. “You said I was your mate.” If he believed that, surely he wouldn’t allow another man such liberties. She needed Lyk to tell Arcas to stop because she feared she could not. “You are.” His hands tugged the elastic top of her sundress down, revealing her peaked nipples. “You are my woman and Arcas is my second.” Lyk tweaked her already distended nipples.

Leader of the Band

This was my first taste of publishing. In eleventh grade, I wrote this poem and it was published in a book titled, Equinox. It was a book of poems written by middle and high school students in Jefferson County, Kentucky.

Leader of the Band

He runs out on the stage,
everyone checks regardless of age.
The women go wild, he can almost feel their hands,
because he’s the leader of the band.

He wears a white, skin-tight outfit,
and his songs a number one hit.

He shakes his long hair,
as his music fills the air,
because he’s the leader of the band.

Everyone moves to his beat,
he thinks he’ll die just from the heat.

And when it’s all over,
he knows he’d at the top,
because there’s just no way that it’s ever going to stop!

By Laura Day
Grade 11

Hot Rod by LA Day

Hot Rod
By L.A. Day
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“Night Hon.” Lani kissed Mike, her husband on the check. It wasn’t a passionate kiss just a friendly kiss goodnight. With a toss of her blonde hair and a flip of her hand, she acknowledged the other three men seated at the table.

“Nice ass,” Troy called to her retreating backside. Without turning, she flipped him the bird.

“Don’t make any offers, babe. He’s an ass man.” Ribald laughter joined her husband’s words. Lani clicked the bedroom door behind her.

Poker night. Ugh! A night of beer, cigars, rude noises and smells. It was a night she could cheerfully do without but Mike enjoyed it, so much she humored him. Besides, she didn’t mind a night curled up in bed with a good book. Around page fifty-three, her eyes began to droop.

Lani wasn’t sure what woke her. The house was quiet but Mike wasn’t in bed. He usually slept on the couch on poker night. Being a considerate husband, he didn’t want to wake her crawling into bed at some inhuman hour of the morning. She was usually happy to have the bed to herself but tonight… tonight, she was a little horny.

She’d fallen asleep to an anthology of erotic stories. The last tale of a well-hung hero fucking his boss’s wife in the pool house manifested itself in her dream. Damn, if it hadn’t soaked her panties. Throwing off the covers, she ran her hand down her sheer gown. The mirror reflected back a sleep tossed woman with visibly peaked nipples. She mussed her hair seductively and licked her pouty lips. She wanted to make sure Mike would be interested when she woke him.

The couch was empty and so was the kitchen but a stream of light under the garage door alerted her to his whereabouts. Mike had just bought a new hotrod and he couldn’t resist showing it off. The guys had drooled over it for an hour before the cards came out. Mike probably had to kiss it goodnight!

“Fuck that is so hot,” a male voice groaned. It sounded like Troy. He would delay her plans. She cracked the door open hoping to get Mike’s attention and hurry him along.

“That’s right man, take it all.” Lani forgot she was going to hide behind the door so Troy couldn’t see her. The sight in front of her riveted her gaze. Her naked husband kneeled in front of an equally naked Troy.

Troy’s eyes rose meeting hers, a smug grin curled his lip. His hands laced through Mike’s hair as he fucked his face. “Yeah, use that tongue. Does your wife suck cock this good?”

Lani couldn’t speak. Her tongue felt glued to the roof of her dry mouth. She knew she should leave but her feet wouldn’t budge. This went against everything she believed. Her husband was cheating on her with another man but somehow it was shockingly erotic. Her already aroused pussy flooded with sweet, wet heat.

Troy pulled back on Mike’s head and she heard his cock pop out of Mike's mouth. “Your ass should be ready for me by now.” Troy moved and laid Mike over the hood of the hotrod with his face turned away from her. “Lie there just like that and don’t move.”

Troy angled his body so she could watch him lube his cock. It was massive, bigger than Mike’s and his was over nine inches. She’d measured.

“Hope you’ve been wearing that plug I gave you. Cause I get a little carried away fucking virgin ass.” Lani’s knees weakened and she sank to the floor waiting for Troy to penetrate her husband. Sweat broke out on her brow and she licked her lips. Moving her panties to the side her fingers slid into her wet slit. Her heart pounded furiously and most of her blood pooled in her clit.

“You gonna talk or fuck?” Mike’s voice sounded breathy and nervous, different from the usual gravelly pitch.

Troy spread Mike’s cheeks and she could see the tight little bud open slightly. Troy watched her as he speared one lubed finger into his ass. Mike’s breath hissed out and he started to move. She leaned forward watching as she penetrated her cunt with two fingers.

“Easy. Stay right where I put you. I’m just loosening you up a bit.” Troy rimmed Mike’s hole, working his finger in and out. “You just lie on your hotrod while I put my hot rod up your tight ass.” A strangled sound erupted from Mike but he didn’t speak. Lani remember her first time, the pleasure and the pain.

Troy moved into place behind Mike blocking her view. Then, he turned nodding his head at Lani urging her forward to kneel at his side. She hesitated only a moment. When she reached Troy’s side he pulled at a strap of her gown indicating he wanted it off. The sheer gown fluttered to the floor revealing coral tipped breasts and a softly rounded stomach.

Troy’s cock looked so good she wished it were her ass he was getting ready to split open or that she was the one splitting Mike open. Their eyes locked for a moment. “Soon.” He mouthed the word.

His cock nudged Mike’s ass. The head slipped in and Mike went up on his toes. “Easy,” hissed Troy from between clenched teeth, another inch burrowed in. Mike shifted trying to find a grip on the car.

“Fuck you’re tight.”

Troy’s fingers dug into Mike’s ass hard enough to leave bruises as he moved forward slowly. “Just do it man. Just do it,” Mike pleaded as he thrust his ass backwards. Troy needed little encouragement and with a growl, he thrust forward burying himself balls deep.

Lani cried out at the sight, her own fingers working overtime on her clit. For a second she worried Mike had heard her but she realized that would be impossible over the male grunts and slapping flesh.

A familiar feeling fluttered through her stomach and lower. She lay back spreading her thighs. Troy’s eyes shifted back and forth between her and Mike. Mike taking a cock, her masturbating under watchful eyes seemed surreal but amounted to a thigh quaking orgasm. Biting her lip, she silenced her cries as her body lifted and shuddered in release.

“Oh fuck,” Troy growled pulling back on Mike’s hips reaching around he yanked Mike's cock. Mike groaned his jism quickly creaming the hotrods white-walls. Troy roared his pleasure collapsing on top of Mike still buried up his ass.

“Man that was good. Even better watching your wife masturbate to the whole thing.”

Mike’s head spun around, his startled gaze meeting Lani’s satisfied grin.

“It’s gonna be even better when I fuck her in the ass while you jack off.” Lani gasped at the thought. Mike’s eyes flared with anger but he couldn't complain with his ass still full of cock.

Sneak Peek at Feral Intensity

Feral Intensity by L.A. Day Copyright 2008 Book 3 of the Faldron Shifters Series M/M Erotic Romance Setup: In wolf form, Dirk comes across the alpha coyote that is to be his mate. Temptation swirls within him but is he ready to submit? Excerpt: A solitary howl shattered the peace of the evening. Dirk Valde raised his head from a science-fiction novel as the sound reverberated in his soul. Closing his eyes, he sighed. He was lonely, that was a fact. Laying the book aside, he stood and crossed to the cabin door. Lifting his head, he sniffed the cool night air. The coyote wasn’t in Valde territory yet but it was close. Taking a seat in an old wooden rocker, Dirk propped his bare feet up on the top rail of the porch. It was fall in the Faldron Mountains and the ground was crisp with frost. A low moon hung over the trees, illuminating the clearing around the cabin. He watched as a young buck hugged the tree line, following the scent of a doe in heat. The deer was oblivious to anything but his potential mate. A smirk curved Dirk’s lips. He could relate to the horny male. The buck stopped and lifted his head. Taking a whiff of the air, he caught the scent of the coyote. Spooked, the deer bolted into the woods. The coyote wouldn’t feast on that particular deer tonight. The cabin was located on the lower ridge at the northeast corner of Valde territory. The Valde wolf pack was the largest, strongest wolf pack in the area. Their land was vast and protected at all costs. They were fortunate to have a friendly feline pack on their eastern boarder. The mating of Gionne to Jenna and Riza to Leon had solidified that relationship. He had chosen to take over guard duty in this area. It was his responsibility to protect the Valde wolf pack’s territory from invaders. The newly formed coyote pack pushed the boundaries daily. Yesterday, they had taunted him by leaving the remains of a fresh kill near the creek, behind the cabin. It was a deliberate attempt to draw him out and he knew why. He would meet with Rian, their pack leader, when he was ready and not before then. The cabin had not been the best place to come to sort out his feelings, not with the coyotes so close. Temptation was just over the ridge. So far, Rian hadn’t tried to force the issue but day by day his scent lingered closer. Coming to the cabin had been a huge step for Dirk. Part of him knew he couldn’t run forever but a knot of panic formed in his gut every time he considered his destiny. His worry was twofold. Having a male mate was a surprise but a coyote mate was a shock. He lived in denial. In fact, he’d almost mated twice in the last several months. Neither female had been his true mate but both were fine females and had aroused a need within him. Thoughts of Jenna and Riza made him hard. The scent in the air made him harder. Both females had moved on with their mates and it was time for him to move on with his life. Standing, Dirk pulled the tie out of his long hair. The cool night air had little effect on him and he shucked the unfastened jeans that were his only covering. Darting into the yard, two legs turned to four as he took the shape of a white wolf. In wolf form, he was free of the worries that consumed his human half. Picking up a hot scent he crashed through thick underbrush, almost stumbling as he came to a sudden stop on the frosty ground. In a knee-deep pool of the stream sat a coyote shifter. Wet, black hair fell over bronze shoulders. The wolf growled low in his throat as the coyote shifter stood on firm, sculpted legs. A sleek back led to a rounded ass a shade lighter in color. Twisting, the coyote turned to face him. The scent of lust filled the air as his gaze met the gleaming brown eyes of the coyote shifter. Dirk’s gaze traveled over the well-developed, lightly furred chest, the flat stomach and came to rest on the impressive erection jutting from the male’s body. “So you’ve come out of hiding,” Rian Aden’s husky voice teased Dirk. “Why don’t you shift? I’d enjoy a back scrubbing and I’d return the favor.” In feral form, Dirk took a step forward, stretching his neck out as he scented the aroused male. Perking his ears, he flared his nostrils. The heady scent was like a flavor on his tongue and his mouth watered. Overwhelmed with need, Dirk’s shiny coat stood on end as he struggled to contain his feral urge to mate. “Come on Dirk. You know you want to.” Rian’s honey-rich voice teased as much as his soap-covered hand, which slid over rippling abs and encircled his erect cock. Dirk watched as the coyote shifter stroked his erection with a slow, firm grip. Mesmerized by the beauty that was Rian, he took two steps forward. Dirk licked his lips hungrily. He was within touching distance of Rian and the coyote reached out his other hand. Startled, Dirk jumped back. The human within warred with his beast, fighting for control. He growled and darted back into the brush. “Fuck!” The curse echoed in Dirk’s ears as he headed for the cabin. For more info: http://www.la-dayauthor.com Other books in the series. Faldron Shifters – Book One- Feral Domination Faldron Shifters – Book Two – Feral Lust