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Friday, September 28, 2012

Getting Freaky Friday: Sheri Fredricks gives us sexual healing with her book The Remedy Maker


Blurb:


Man by day, Centaur by night, Rhycious is a remedy maker who needs his own healing.

He's the royal physician, famous for his cures. War and posttraumatic stress disorder has broken his spirit, preventing him from finding true happiness. Then a direct order from the queen to investigate an uprising forces him out of his secluded cabin at the edge of the forest.

Patience is an optimistic, good-natured Wood Nymph who works as a mediator to ensure harmony within the Nymph sector.

Environmental pollution in the aquifer stream that feeds the taproot tree of her heart is slowly killing her. Resigned to the fact she will not live long, she sets out to discover the mysterious disappearance of her sister. Experience has taught her to deny herself the love of a male, but the gruff Centaur is different. He doesn't push his expectations on her, only his healing nature.

When Rhycious loses his grip on reality, he believes his inability to control his disorder will drive Patience away. Nevertheless, desire flares, and Patience draws him close. Kidnapping and betrayal turn their mythic joint venture into a deadly bout.

Will their love endure when survival hinges on trusting each other?


Excerpt:

Pennelope ran her wet tongue over her lips in preparation. Her hand pumped his swollen shaft, his hips rocking with the motion. She licked his cock’s spongy head, indulging on a salty drop of precum. His big fists in her hair, he held her to him. Smiling to herself, she adjusted her double-fisted grip on his cock.

Opening wide, her lips slid down his hard length. A good half-fist of length left to go, he bottomed out at the back of her throat.

“That’s right. Take it all.” Held immobile by his gripping hands, he pumped a slow tempo into her mouth. Turned on by his aggression, she mewled at the erotic taste of him. Aroused by her vocal need, his thrusts grew faster. She tried not to move, tried to stay still so he wouldn’t pull her hair under his onslaught of thrusts, but it was impossible. He was losing control, and his hips pumped helplessly as her mouth tightened and withdrew, then tightened again, drawing him closer to the edge.

The force of his assault tipped her back on her heels. Off balance, she grabbed his ass to keep from toppling over. Pain sprang up where his hands seized fistfuls of her hair. Powerful muscles beneath her palms flexed in rhythmic motion.

The growl he let loose in his frenzied movement assured Pennelope that her plan was nearly complete.

Her exaltation was cut short with an abrupt withdrawal from her drooling mouth. Startled, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

“Get up.” He pulled her hair tangled in his fist. Breath ragged, his gravelly voice demanded more. “Turn around.”

Completely ruined, her once carefully pinned upsweep fell about her face. Minor forfeit for premium gain. Even the sound of ripping silk didn’t reduce her elation. The man wanted her bad, his control spinning away. He shoved the skirt above her waist and ripped off her impeding thong with a vicious yank.

Pennelope braced her hands in front of her, fingernails breaking on the rocks. She held herself poised and ready for him, legs parted. He spit, located her opening with the engorged head of his penis, and drove his lubricated cock inside her to the hilt.

Fright mixed with pain, and quickly turned into raw pounding need that only bouts of hardcore sex would relieve.

The male’s fingers dug into the soft flesh on one side of her hips. He pulled back, almost completely out, and shoved in hard. The hostile action repeated itself in a succession of teeth jarring strikes to her bottom. Only more of the same would slate her mindless desire. Anxious he’d take the pleasure away, she pushed against his ramming, arching her back to take him deeper inside.

“You sure you want to work with me?” His voice weighed heavier than the darkness surrounding them, the question pushed through gritted jaw and thrusting hips. “Do you realize what you’re getting yourself into?”

“I can handle—” An iron hand gripped her neck and pushed her head down, bending her nearly in half in total submission. Unseen in the inkiness, a jutting wall rock grazed her face. Pain flared in her cheekbone. She brushed the sting away, resolved and committed to see this mating through. I rather enjoy his style of personal interview.

She braced her legs wider, bending at the knees. Parallel to the floor, her back arched to raise her hips. His muscular thighs molded to hers and he thrust at an upward angle. Slowly, his hands grew sweaty on her hips.

Due to the force of her impalement, Pennelope held her face away from the sharp rocks. Meant to scare her with his rough treatment, his inner energy tipped her off. However, everyone has a tender side—and she’d find his.

Heavy pressure built inside her. “I want . . . oh, oh, oh . . . to be partners with you. I can handle . . . oh gods . . . the job.” Her thighs quivered. The explosion of release was nearly upon her.

The male’s cock grew larger, hitting her cervix with every stab forward. His width increased to such a size, it tore at her vaginal walls. Short, hard, uneven thrusts. Their mingled breaths were harsh and fast in the warm night air.

The building spiral to end her interrogation peaked. He was deep within her.

He switched his hold so his hands grasped her breasts, the fingers of one pinching her nipple, all the while his cock pistoned in and out of her. Moaning her pleasure, Pennelope let go of the wall with one hand and used it to cover his, where his palm held her breast.

Oh my gods!

Her mind screaming, Pennelope skimmed the top of his hand again to be sure. Sheer black horror swept through her. Looking down at the hand gripping her breast, relentlessly pounded from behind, the truth unveiled.

She braced her legs wider, bending at the knees. Parallel to the floor, her back arched to raise her hips. His muscular thighs molded to hers and he thrust at an upward angle. Slowly, his hands grew sweaty on her hips.

Due to the force of her impalement, Pennelope held her face away from the sharp rocks. Meant to scare her with his rough treatment, his inner energy tipped her off. However, everyone has a tender side—and she’d find his.

Heavy pressure built inside her. “I want . . . oh, oh, oh . . . to be partners with you. I can handle . . . oh gods . . . the job.” Her thighs quivered. The explosion of release was nearly upon her.

The male’s cock grew larger, hitting her cervix with every stab forward. His width increased to such a size, it tore at her vaginal walls. Short, hard, uneven thrusts. Their mingled breaths were harsh and fast in the warm night air.

The building spiral to end her interrogation peaked. He was deep within her.

He switched his hold so his hands grasped her breasts, the fingers of one pinching her nipple, all the while his cock pistoned in and out of her. Moaning her pleasure, Pennelope let go of the wall with one hand and used it to cover his, where his palm held her breast.

Oh my gods!

Her mind screaming, Pennelope skimmed the top of his hand again to be sure. Sheer black horror swept through her. Looking down at the hand gripping her breast, relentlessly pounded from behind, the truth unveiled.

Ebook Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Remedy-Maker-ebook/dp/B008S29WT2/

 Print: http://www.amazon.com/Remedy-Maker-Sheri-Fredricks/dp/1479195103/ref=tmm_pap_title_0

3 Comments:

Daryl Devore said...

Freaking incredible excerpt!

Brenda said...

Awesome!!!! So damn awesome!

Melissa Limoges said...

Ha, I do remember that one for sure! Great excerpt, Sheri!!

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