Three Kings ~ Modern Erotica by Derendrea

 

Three Kings is modern erotic novel by Derendrea. Sherry is a twenty four year old personal assistant to three sexy, mysterious lawyers. When she is threatened by corporate terrorists, the three men take it upon themselves to protect her.

Here is a sample:

Watching Sylvester walk away, Johnny wraps his arm around the small of my back.

“Cherry babe, why didn’t you call me?” he speaks softly, leading me away from the wall. “You know I am always here for you.”

My legs barely work beneath me. The skin from my abdomen up flushes, burning hot, while my lower half feels cold and numb. Leo takes my other arm and they lead me to the couch. I don’t fight them, feeling like I’m about to pass out.

They turn me around to lay me back, but I startle when I feel a solid body behind me. 

“What?” I shake out of the stupor. 

Sylvester brushes his fingers down my arms. I try to knock him away.

“I am sorry, my dear.” He gently wraps his arms around me, pulling me back. “I was angry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

I want to curse at him and demand he let me go, but all I can manage is a hiss, so overtaken by the soreness of my body.

“Just relax now,” Sylvester’s deep voice coos to me. His grip grows stronger, not painful, but commanding. “Everything is going to be okay.” 

 I am overtaken by his strength and authority. The fear he had caused evaporates. His warmth is all around me. He just holds me until my muscles give, relaxing against him. Slowly he lays back on the couch, supporting me atop him. Johnnie and Leo lift my legs. 

My three bosses... muscular, dominating, sexy as movie stars. Damn... feelings I have held down for two years bubble to the surface. None of them has been this close to me before.

Sylvester gently rubs my neck and shoulders, melting my will to resist.

This is a work in progress - check back for more updates!

 

The Darkness of Space - Edgy Scifi Work in Progress

Sample from my edgy, space scifi work in progress "The Darkness of Space"...

Forty two earthturns I’ve lived in the darkness of Bara’nin. No sunlight, and barely any overhead. Over time, the darkness permeates your soul. Skin misses the sun. Eyes lose their color, dulling like the gray and black of the coal mined on the outreaches of the colony. Even artificial light is limited, as they limit everything else to conserve energy.

I don’t mind the dark. I’ve come here to hide. Let the shadows claim me. Nothing else in my life has. The dreary and lonesome evernight of Bara’nin is a cold, consistent solace. With my black leather outfit, dark hair and gray makeup, I fit in with this place.

The market is the best-lit place of the colony. Better for selling wares. I sit beside my small display of perfumes and trinkets. Though the busy market makes me nervous, the dark, I need the fare to pay for the rent.

Such is the life of a vagrant. Take what you can, live where you can, sell what you can. The comforts of life – and light – belong to richer men. 

I dot a grain-sized drop of anratha oil onto my wrist and smell deeply its flowery, rich scent. It relieves me a moment from the stagnant air of the market. 

Everything is stagnant here. The air, the water, the food. Barely recycled to be considered edible, drinkable, breathable. No communication or entertainment devices are in use. The charge is too precious. Only devices that can be powered by coal, steam powered vehicles and factories rumble mostly in the lower levels. 

My perfumes come from the land of light. Seventh Province, on the second planet from Solial Dosis, I’ve only been able to afford to travel there once.

The entire planet was covered with life. Trees taller than any building, plants so abundant they drape every street. And the waterfalls... 1.6 oscillations was all I could afford to view them. The rich lived in apartments gazing out upon the magnificent sight for every earthturn of their lives, and I was only allowed a few moments. 

Still, having solid rock beneath me is better than spacedrifting. Being cold and half-blind is better than the feeling of losing yourself in the vacuum, nothingness of the expanse. Men go mad, steer their ships into the pits of darkness between distant stars, trying to reach a place with no more light. And if they are ever rescued, they cannot speak, cannot close their eyes, a reflection of the endless black stained upon them. 

An older couple, gleaming with a touch of space madness, approach my display. I avert my eyes as they finger through the brass trinkets. I made them mostly from discards, with a few glass stones that add a pail pink or blue among the golden brown.

They move on without a word. Few vagrants have extra credits to spend on non-essentials. The few that do, that care to spend, will cover my rent for several lunars. 

But the market is slow today. Few new transports, just mostly local dealers and miners mulling about. It has been a slow, long earthturn. I stand to relieve the ache in my legs. 

A few vendors here actually have some rare items. Preserved tiltilly fungus, that glows purple if heated. Charred pieces of the wrecked Final Seal Star Dock, which are illegal to sell in some quadrants. And wextin crystals, created from the birth of a nebula.

Nothing I can afford. The other vendors know me well enough they give half-greetings as I pass, but still cast me a wary eye. They know I only will look, not buy.

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How to Use Pinterest to Help Write a Book

Pinterest allows you to create visual representations and ideas. I have found it is the perfect tool for myself as an erotica author. Here are some ideas how authors can use Pinterest tools to write books, and to provide a bridge to your readers.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

Pinterest is a great way to organize visual inspirations for your characters. 

Inspiration

Get yourself into the mood of your book with favorite art from the genre of your book. These are some sci-fi art and photos that helped inspired me to write 'Forgotten ~ Sci Fi Erotica'

Research

I don't know about anyone else, but when I write I do a TON of research. Above are different elements I researched for a shower scene in my book 'Sex Blitz'. 

Separate chapters using sections

Using the "section" feature on Pinterest, you can separate your pins into folders. I use these to separate into chapters and scenes in my book. 

Organize all your books

Add those links! Your Pinterest wall can be made into a library of all your books. Be sure to add links to where your books are for sale.

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New Erotica Release: Sex Blitz - Hayden's Turn ~ Menage and Bondage Erotica

So excited to announce the release of the first book in my new series, Sex Blitz. The first book is called Hayden's Turn.


Blurb:
Helen has recovered from her last wild night at Sex Camp, an amazing orgy with eight different partners. Now she has developed an attachment to Hayden, the super-model gorgeous recruiter for Camp. She falls more in love with him, but how can they be exclusive in a place like this?

When Hayden accepted the invitation to the Blitz, he gave consent to give up all control. He has no idea who, when, where, or what will happen, he only knows it will be very, very pleasurable. But at Sex Camp, you get your excitement from pushing the limits. Helen and Hayden wake early in the morning to find Doctor T and their friends have come, and they will force Hayden to give up all control before the ultimate pleasure can be his.

Helen, being held by a dark eyed, dark haired stranger, can only watch.

Genie Erotica ~ Shackles of the Genie a Gay Erotic Story

Shackles of the Genie

Check out my new release: Shackles of the Genie

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Takrim is lost and beaten in the ancient forests of Arabia. Sadiq finds him and tries to save him, but finds that Takrim is under the control of a powerful, evil jinn.

The eveil jinn traps Takrim with pleasure. There's only one way to save him. 

Shackles of the Genie is a gay erotic short story. 

Here's a sample:

Stepping inside the warm ring of light cast by the camp fire, the stranger over his shoulder stirs. Sadiq slows, laying him down carefully to his pad of blankets.

With darkly lidded eyes, the young man looks around with confusion, and subtle relief. Questions seem to collect upon his brow, but he does not ask them. After a few moments, he meets Sadiq’s intense gaze.

“You should not have brought me here.”

Sadiq is a little put off. He kneels down before him.

“Who are you?”

For several breaths, the man stares at Sadiq with tired eyes.

“Takrim. My name is Takrim.”

“I am Sadiq.”

They nod in greeting, but Takrim’s movements are hesitant.

“What happened to you? Was something following you?”

Takrim stares out into the darkness beyond the light of the fire.

“It does not matter.”

He pushes his arm into the ground in order to stand.

“I must leave.”

Sadiq places a hand on his shoulder, firm.

“You are in no condition to travel.”

Takrim deeply fills his chest.

“My life is none of your concern.”

Sadiq smiles, giving his shoulder a paternal pat.

“It is now, stranger. My conscience will not allow me to shoo you off, half starved, thirsty, and with nothing to protect you from the chill. When is the last time you ate or drank?”

Takrim raises his hand to his face, weary. Seeing he will not – or cannot – answer, Sadiq reaches for his leather waterskin.

“Here, it’s water. Better have your fill.”

“No.”

Takrim pushes away the waterskin and again tries to stand.

“Easy, stranger.”

Sadiq grasps his bicep, holding him. They lock gazes.

“You are safe now. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but you don’t have to be afraid. Please... let me help you.”

Sadiq offers the waterskin again.

Takrim accepts it. His eyes glaze as he lifts it to his lips. Swallowing a small sip, he begins to tremble. Sadiq catches the waterskin before he drops it.

“I must... leave...” Takrim gasps. He shakes so bad he can barely get his arms underneath himself.

Sadiq covers him with a thick fur. He puts pressure on his chest, forcing him to lay back.

“No... I cannot... stay here. The ghylan... are coming.”

“Ghylan?” Sadiq huffs, reaching for his pack. “I think you need something a bit stronger than water.”

“The ghylan!” Takrim writhes.

Sadiq sits behind Takrim and pulls him against his chest, one arm restraining him, one arm holding a metal flask.

Takrim tries to resist, but he does not have the strength to fight.

“Easy, stranger. You’re safe now.”

Sadiq waits until his thrashing calms, then shows him the flask.

“Red grape wine from Ksara.”

Sadiq places the flask to Takrim’s lips and makes him drink. Takrim accepts it, gradually sinking into exhaustion.

Here's some inspiration for Shackles of the Genie:

Alien Erotica: Crashed in the Outlands

Check out my recent release: Crashed in the Outlands.

When Ida's ship crashes on a jungle planet, she must trust in Brock, a human, and his companions in order to survive.

Available on:

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Here is a sample:

My worries fade as his hand greets mine. With as much leisure as we would stroll the beaches of Isothrith, we circle the immense fallen tree and find privacy behind its uprooted base.

He chuckles warmly and I turn to face him. His tan face is ruddy and sheen.

“What is funny?”

He takes both my hands in his.

“I was just thinking... If not for the crash, we may have never met.”

I cannot help but return his welcoming expression.

“I suppose there is some good in every situation.”

He closes the distance between us, his shirt brushing my exposed front side.

“Every cloud has a silver lining.” His thumb traces my chin, following my lips. “An old saying from my planet.”

I gaze down to the brush at our feet, my mind drifting back.

“Even in darkness, the Uhadyk shine.”

Lifting my gaze, I find his liquid green eyes locked on mine.

“Two stars are at the center of our solar system, Igarenya and Itinsu. Even when we rotate into the shadow of night, the Uhadyk embrace. Their light, their love guides us in all things.”

Brock leans in, caressing the side of my face as his lips meet mine.

It is so gentle. So welcome. Even though our species originated on completely different worlds, it feels as if we were made for this intimate act. That we compliment the other.

Bethonos, I want to compliment him in much, much different ways.

He pulls away just before my lips flare with sensation, that would have rippled all over my body. He does not let go of my arms as he regards me, licking his lips to savor my taste.

“You have cast a spell on me, Idarioos.”

He pronounces my name perfectly. Still, I pause in confusion.

“I do not understand.”

Brock brushes my arms in a way that makes me want to collapse into his embrace.

“A spell... Magic...”

I lift my brows with a titled smile.

“Oh?”

“Using myths and ritual to perform feats beyond understanding?”

“Ah, yes.” I lay my hand on the very large muscles of his chest. “That is a barbaric notion.”

He leans in close and speaks just above my face. “Exactly.”

Brock kisses me again with such passion I melt in his hold. He pushes me back, his arms holding me at the perfect angle to explore my mouth. My life force quickens. My skin trembles, overwhelmed by his warmth, his taste, his strength. Energy concentrates in my core, fed by the delicious movements of his mouth over mine and his hands around my body.

The pleasure explodes outward, rushing to my skin. The dark organic designs burst with outlines of color, so bright they almost glow. I gasp from the extreme rush of sensation.

Brock pulls up, admiring the markings with his fingertips.

“You are the perfect creature.”

He traces the swirls around my abdomen, extra sensitive to his touch.

“Beautiful.”

With a light brush, he raises my chin so I look upon him.

“Perfect.”

There is no denying my feelings as we walk back to the group. I have chosen Brock, now everyone knows it. The three men stare at me with wonder, my brother with something else. But I do not care. This is my choice. The most inherent right of free-thinking beings.

I turn away from my brother as we regroup to leave. His skin might have changed colors too, judging from his expression, but his body lacks the strength. Rush helps him up and we resume our trek through the forest.

Interested in Alien Erotica? You're not the only one! Here's some images there were inspiration for Crashed in the Outlands: