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A Little Show & Tell with A.M. Hartnett

Uncover MeA little show & tell …

“She didn’t think of it as porn.”

That’s the first line of my current release from Mischief. Uncover Me is about exhibitionist sex blogger Carrie, and certainly she doesn’t think of her pictures as porn. As is evident to one of her most avid readers and soon-to-be eager lover, Brendan, the pictures say something about the woman in the pictures. A still frame sets the scene — a woman in stockings brandishing a paddle, or lounging naked in her bed on a Sunday — and lets the story of her alter-ego, Maggie, unfold in the reader’s mind.

Brendan sees something else, something more.

With Brendan’s introduction into her life, and ultimately as a second player at her blog, the story of Maggie becomes the story of Carrie, the woman who had her heart broken and by letting another person into her most personal sanctuary, Dirty Pictures, begins to feel something more than mistrust.

 

Excerpt

Under the table, he slipped his hand between her legs. Comfortable with this more discreet play, Carrie parted for him and sighed as he stroked through her panties.

The waitress returned and he leaned back, but he still played with her as dessert, Brendan’s coffee and Carrie’s tea were laid out.

‘We could take the dessert to go,’ she said, and swallowed a gasp when he slipped his fingers beneath the band of fabric covering her pussy.

‘I don’t want dessert to go. I want to sit here and watch your reaction from the first mouthful to the last.’ He slowly circled her clit, his smile quirking at the corner as she shuddered, then leaned closer. ‘Take your time. I know I will.’

‘None for you?’

‘Not yet. After.’ He leaned in again, his mouth close to her ear. ‘Have a taste.’

Carrie touched her forehead to his and giggled. ‘You’re a very bad man.’

‘That is a very ungrateful attitude. Eat.’

Her fingers trembled as she picked up her spoon and dipped into the dessert. Meeting his stare, she brought it to her lips and smiled.

His gaze travelled down to her mouth as he slid his fingers to the hot mouth of her pussy. Carrie held her breath as he pushed deeper, until he was buried to the knuckle, and then closed her legs to keep him there.

She licked the tip of the spoon for her first taste and could have fainted from the rush of pleasure that swept over her as the succulent concoction melted on her tongue. She closed her eyes and moaned, then moaned again as he flexed his fingers.

‘Is it good, baby?’ he whispered, and curled his fingers against the sweet spot.

‘So good,’ she murmured and sucked the rest from the spoon.

She placed her fingers over her mouth as she swallowed, holding in a second moan as he rolled his thumb over her clit.

He withdrew, fingers spreading her with every inch. ‘The first taste is the best. The first time I had it, I actually got hard.’

She scooped up another spoonful and took a deep breath. ‘Are you hard now?’

‘What do you think?’ He shifted in his seat and moved closer as she took another mouthful. Two fingers slid on either side of her clit, and Carrie shuddered as she swallowed.

Another spoonful, another spiral of pleasure darting from where his fingers worked her as she gobbled it down.

The buzz of voices around them faded, replaced by the thump of her pulse. The candlelit room had been so cosy moments ago, but now it was sweltering.

She held up the spoon between them. ‘You sure you don’t want some? Only a few more bites left.’

He shook his head. ‘All for you.’

 

Blurb

The photos are becoming a compulsion for Carrie. As soon as she wakes up, she feels the need to engage with the readers of her erotic website, Dirty Pictures. No matter how hard she tries to focus on her real life the need is always there. The high is knowing that men desire her.

One day a comment on her erotic website makes Carrie go cold: one of her readers, Brendan, has recognised a landmark in the window of one of her pictures. Brendan knows where to find her and has sent a tantalising private message. His invitation to play was so tempting in no time at all, in a variety of settings, their sensual adventures become wild. Her sexual and emotional reawakening reaches peaks she never imagined possible.

 

Book Links: Amazon UK | Amazon US

Me: http://www.amhartnett.com

 

Guest Blogger: A. M. Hartnett

I’ve had a few sneaky flings in my time. Nothing life-destroying, just a little naughty. I tried to capture a bit of that in Here For A Good Time (minus the sasquatch of a friend.) Their company retreat puts them in each other’s sights for a fling, but for Alexis and Kendrick, the excitement comes from sneaking around — beds, boats, back rooms.

I’d like to say my sneaky fling days are over, but as Alexis would probably say once she gave Kendrick a chance, never say  never.

 

Here For a Good TimeExcerpt:

‘Give it to me good,’ she said, pushing the words through her teeth. ‘Show me what you do to bad girls.’

His cock twitched and he lurched forward with a choking sound. It was the eye of the hurricane, the hushed, throbbing lull in which his belly heaved against her stinging ass and that glorious shaft pulsed.

‘Get that gag on now,’ she urged, and tipped her head back. ‘I don’t want to explain this to security.’

It wasn’t the only reason she wanted to be gagged. She wanted him to own her completely, including her voice.

She expected a hard ball, but instead her mouth was filled with a pliant sphere she could bite down on and with holes she could breathe through.

Behind the mask, Alexis squeezed her lids shut as he clamped down on her waist and resumed his punishing pace. He held back nothing, shoving deep and pulling out almost completely. She sucked one hard breath after another through her nose and pushed it out with a gurgle around the gag.

Just as the sting from one smack of his palm turned to heat, he delivered another one and sent her reeling. She’d never experienced anything like it. He’d tied her up and turned her into his hole to fuck.

Her climax erupted deep inside. It raced through her blood and rippled along her cunt, so powerful she saw gold and red bursting out of the nothingness behind the mask and rolled her eyes up into her head. Alexis screamed from the burning back of her throat. The gag did its job, stifling the lunacy that threatened to undo her.

The way she squeezed around him, she marvelled that he was able to keep going, but keep going he did. He gave her no reprieve. He worked into her pussy as unrestrained as ever, hand on her hip and fingers delivering smack after bruising smack on the ass.

‘This is what I do to bad girls,’ he said, his voice demonic. ‘I give them just what they have coming to them.’

 

Blurb

When Alexis booked her work retreat at The Deveaux, the most she had to look forward to was a bit of spa time on the company dime, but flashy salesman Chris Kendrick has an even better suggestion. For years they’ve had a hot and cold working relationship with a bit of flirting mixed in, and now is the perfect time to get that spark out of their systems.

Three days hopping in and out of beds (and other convenient places) shows Alexis that Kendrick’s smooth demeanour is more than just talk, and that aromatherapy and soft-tissue massages have nothing on Kendrick’s firm hand.

Available now on Kindle and Kobo.

 

Links

Web: www.amhartnett.com
Twitter: www.twitter.com/amhartnett
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/annemarie.hartnett

 

About

A.M. Hartnett began writing in 2006 and has published more than thirty short stories. Her work has appeared in more than a dozen anthologies, including Cleis Press’s Sudden Sex: 69 Sultry Short Stories (Ed. Alison Tyler), and The Big Book of Orgasm: 69 Sexy Stories (Ed. Rachel Kramer Bussel). She has also written three novellas and a novel as Annemarie Hartnett. For more information on her publications, please visit www.amhartnett.com