Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Sara Fields and Her (Three) Alien Doctors are in the House... Can Anyone Say Anal Probe? Yowza, It Sure is a Wicked Wanton Wednesday Up in Here!

I’ve always been a big proponent of alternative medicine.  Sara Fields is of the same thought, and has gone beyond ‘take two aspirins and call me in the morning’ with her brand new Sci-fi release.  And lucky us, she’s brought along a very special treatment with a mega boost of healing power because its administered by Her Alien Doctors.  Yes…doctors…as in plural, and these three out of this world MDs (yes, I said three!) have the cure for what ails you!    

Wowza!!!  I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather lately. How can I make an appointment?  <cough, cough, sniff> 

But even if the good doctors are all booked up, never fear.  Sara’s medical play scene is steamy enough to knock out any spring time cold.  Let’s take a peek…

Her Alien Doctors
By Sara Fields


She felt hands touch all over her body, poking and prodding every square inch. Dean’s hands were
rough, Eric’s were more clinical, and Sean’s felt kind and caring. Dean’s fingertips pinched at her nipples and her back arched off the chair. A bolt of pleasure shot from her breasts straight down to her core and her pussy throbbed in response.

Sean massaged her bottom and felt up and down her thighs. Eric prodded her stomach, clearly looking for any signs of unhealthiness that the scanner hadn’t identified.

“I found nothing more to be concerned about. Did either of you?” Eric asked.

“No. Nothing of note. But look at how pretty her nipples are when I’ve made them all hard. It’s fucking sexy.”

“Dean’s right. Look at how flushed her body is. She’s very excited,” Sean responded softly as he ran his finger up and down her right outer thigh. Jenny shivered and licked her lips, her pussy clenching at the simple touch.

“Let’s attach the sensors next before we start with the internal exam,” Eric said calmly as he typed in a few commands into the holographic touch screen.

“What do you mean, internal?” Jenny asked nervously, her tummy tying in knots.

The three men didn’t respond, but started opening drawers to retrieve things she couldn’t quite see. Not long after, they began placing small round sticky monitors all over her body, including right on top of her mound, all over her hips, and belly.

“I have the special nipple clamp sensors here. I’ll put them on her,” Dean voiced gleefully. He stood closer to her and she could see that his face was darkening with excitement. She tried to wriggle away as his fingertips grazed over her hardened peaks, but there was no escape. He pinched them, first the left side and then the right and she groaned as energy buzzed underneath her skin.

“This is going to hurt a little bit. Don’t be afraid to cry out. In fact, I’d like it very much if you did,” he growled, his gravelly voice lowering as he bent down toward her ear.

She looked down at her breasts and watched with both horrified and lustful fascination as he laid a doughnut-shaped object over her nipple. With a soft click, he turned a tiny knob and at once, it tightened around her sensitive bud. Gradually the clamp constricted her and she groaned at the sensation. He repeated the treatment on the other side and when he was finished, her nipples felt big and extremely hard. Pinched as they were, her buds ached, both with pleasure and pain. Her breathing quickened as she struggled to get used to the idea.

Dean touched the tip of each nipple and she cried out at the incredible tremors washing over her. It hurt and it hurt a lot, but she didn’t hate it. Instead, every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire and ready for more. She could feel the wetness gathering between her legs. There was a growing need, deep in her core, for something more, something to satiate her lust, but she didn’t quite know what.

Eric’s voice startled her from her musings and she looked up apprehensively.

“I’ll insert the device into her vaginal entrance and guide the attachment into her anal cavity. Sean, why don’t you boot up the analytical software.”


After nineteen-year-old Jenny Monroe is caught stealing from the home of a powerful politician, she is sent to a special prison in deep space to be trained for her future role as an alien’s bride.

Despite the public bare-bottom spanking she receives upon her arrival at the detention center, Jenny remains defiant, and before long she earns herself a trip to the notorious medical wing of the facility. Once there, Jenny quickly discovers that a sore bottom will now be the least of her worries, and soon enough she is naked, restrained, and shamefully on display as three stern, handsome alien doctors examine and correct her in the most humiliating ways imaginable.

The doctors are experts in the treatment of naughty young women, and as Jenny is brought ever closer to the edge of a shattering climax only to be denied again and again, she finds herself begging to be taken in any way they please. But will her captors be content to give Jenny up once her punishment is over, or will they decide to make her their own and master her completely?

Publisher’s Note: Her Alien Doctors is the second book in the Captive Brides series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Author Bio:

Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about!  Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.

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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

A Little Pain With Your Pleasure from Meredith O'Reilly On Wicked Wanton Wednesday.

Age play... captive fantasy... a tropical island... a hot dominant man who wants to nurture and care for you, mm, mm, mm... Sounds like Miss Meredith has a lot planned for us in her new erotic romance, His Little Captive.  

She's here with us on Wicked Wanton Wednesday to share a sneak peek and a sexy snippet.  And, since I know her pretty well, I can reveal that she is giddy with excitement over have such a hot cover, featuring her favorite romance cover model, Jimmy Thomas.  So take it away, Meredith, and thanks for being here today!

No, Maddie, thank you for having me over on your blog!  I have a naughty snippet to share from my newly released book that is available for pre-order now.  Release day is 5/12, so you don't have long to wait.  And you're wrong about being giddy over my cover, I'm practically orgasmic!  Thanks to Jimmy and the talented cover artist, Korey Mae Johnson over at Stormy Night Publications.

And now, what you've been waiting for, my snippet :)


Excerpt from His Little Captive!
Before I could ask questions, he was lying down next to me and then guiding me up to straddle his hips.

“Oh, yes,” I purred, as his familiar shaft filled my inner hole. My muscles squeezed his cock, causing him to grunt.

“We’re going to take this one nice and slow,” he drawled, placing both of his hands on my hips and setting the pace.

He wasn’t joking when he said he wanted to go slow; every thrust felt like they were a half a minute apart.

“Bend down; I want to taste your sweet nipples.”

After I did as he asked, he brought one of my aching nipples into his mouth and sucked as he continued to guide my hips in a leisurely up and down motion.

“Ahh,” I murmured, his cock angled just right to hit my G-spot each time he went inside of me. My third orgasm of the night was building and it felt like it was going to be the biggest of them all.

He nipped at my beaded point, shooting a sharp wave of pleasure to my pussy. This caused me to clamp down on him even harder.

“You like a bit of pain with your pleasure.” As if to prove his point, he twisted each of my nipples, causing me to buck over top of him. “Easy, girl.”

I was seconds away from my release and I didn’t think I’d be able to hold it back any longer.
As if he were a mind reader, he demanded, “Come for me. Now!”

At his command, my orgasm swept over me as it felt like every one of my muscles spasmed with an insane amount of pleasure. He kept pumping himself up inside me until he shouted his own release, which spurred me on further, and I shuddered yet again.

Finally, the spasms ceased and I collapsed onto his chest, sweat-covered and barely able to catch my breath. When I chanced a glance up at my handsome captor—me having long since become his willing, enthralled captive—he seemed to be in about the same shape I was.

“What’s on your mind, Lilly?” His question was a low, husky rumble as he glanced down at me.

“Best… orgasm… ever.”

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His Little Captive Blurb

After waking up in a room she doesn’t recognize, twenty-year-old college student Lilly Parkins discovers that she has been placed in a secret government program for adult women who would benefit from living under the care of a firm but loving daddy. For the next few months, all of her needs will be provided for so that she can experience the childhood she never had.

Having been orphaned years ago, Lilly has grown accustomed to depending only on herself, and she is none too pleased by this arrangement, but when she meets her new daddy, Charles Davidson, she cannot help being impressed by the handsome, kindhearted businessman.

Charles makes it clear that while he will never be harsh with Lilly, he will be stern if her behavior makes it necessary, and when she speaks rudely to him he bares her bottom and spanks her soundly. In spite of his strict discipline, however, Lilly delights in Charles’ care and attention, and she soon finds herself longing for him to take her in his arms and make her his. But when her time in the program comes to an end, will it mean saying goodbye to him forever?

Publisher’s Note: His Little Captive includes spankings, sexual scenes, and age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Thanks for having me over to visit! 

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Serenity Feels the Fiery Bite of Her Barbarian Master's Paddle on Wicked Wanton Wednesday w/ Maggie Carpenter

Welcome back, Maggie!

One of my favorite guests, the lovely Maggie Carpenter, returns to Wicked Wanton Wednesday with a sexy, smoldering, spanking romance, 

Her Barbarian Master.

And who doesn't love a big, gorgeous barbarian?  

Especially when he looks like Angel Macho, the beautiful man gracing her cover. 

I know barbarians have been very, very good to me J
Let’s jump right in, shall we? 


by Maggie Carpenter

Serenity doesn't care much for rules. Free-spirited and flaxen-haired, she lives in a small village under the authority of barbarians who inhabit a castle above the tiny town. When her best friend is caught trying to steal apples from the clan's forbidden garden, Serenity rushes to her rescue and challenges the brawny leader.

The leader's son, Killian, is shocked by her brazenness. Women in his tribe know their place! Deciding to remedy her impudent mouth with a hot spanking, he throws her over his shoulder and carries her into his chambers, but once again she astounds him. When the discipline is over she rails at him, then storms away.

The defiant beauty haunts him, and when a rival clan attacks, the dire circumstances throw them together. Their smoldering chemistry flames to life, but as they surrender to their blazing passion, they unearth a diabolical plot, one that threatens not just their lives, but their future, and the future of the entire clan.

Can Killian protect a willful young woman, while trying to uncover a traitor and save his people?


He flipped the skirt over her waist, and as she felt her searing skin kiss the cool air, the thin fabric fell around her head. To her surprise, being lost in its folds offered an odd comfort.

“We begin,” he abruptly announced, his hand hitting with a hard slap on her right cheek.

His palm didn’t carry the fiery bite of the paddle, and as he walked he alternated cheeks, which also allowed a smidgen of respite, but her fingers were soon grasping his shirt, and she was once again squirming in his strong hold. The walk around the room felt like forever, but when he finally stopped he began rubbing away the soreness. His soothing caress was unexpected, and she let out a long breath.

“You are settling,” he muttered. “Good. Now for the third turn.”

She assumed her poor bottom was to be scalded anew, but he did something else, something utterly unexpected; his long thick fingers slid into her pussy and began to explore.

“NOOOO, Master, don’t.”

“You’re very wet, and you’ve laid with men.”


His hand suddenly blasted her bottom with a volley of stinging smacks.
“You dare tell your Master to stop?”

“OWW! Sorry, Master. I won’t again, I won’t, I promise,” she said breathlessly, “you just took me by surprise.”

“That’s an excuse. You pretend modesty, but you have been with men.”

“Just a couple.”

“I don’t wish to know more,” he grunted, pushing his finger back inside her.

“Now I will begin the third turn.”

She braced herself, waiting for his spanking hand, or worse, the paddle, but she quickly realized the third turn was his finger plunging in and out of her channel and rubbing her clit. She bit her lip as the humiliation flamed across her face, but in spite of her instinctive resistance, she found her body responding. His rhythmic fingering and his method of agitating her tiny nub was like nothing she’d ever felt, and they weren’t even half way around the room when she was on the verge of an orgasm, but he denied her, paused his step, and returned his warm hand to rub her scalded cheeks. His fondling was divine, too divine, and it was making her yearn for more of his erotic attention.

“Master,” she whimpered, “please may I ask, why didn’t you let me have my moment?”

“You are being punished.”

She let out a plaintive moan, and a moment later he began to walk again, and resumed his tantalizing torture. If she’d thought the last turn took forever, this one was interminable. His strides were slow and short, and she was brought to the brink of her climax several times before the turn was completed.

Serenity was beside herself. Her bottom was burning, and her pussy was craving, yet in spite of the humiliating ordeal she wanted to lay with him, but she had little time to ponder her extraordinary situation. She was being lifted off his shoulder, and rather than set her on the floor, he placed her on the large table and ordered her to kneel.

“Hands behind your back, spread your legs, and lower your eyes.”

The table was hard, but she shuffled her knees apart, and as she locked her fingers together and dropped her eyes, without meaning to, they fell upon his crotch. His manhood was clearly visible beneath the thin cloth that hung low on his hips and fell only to his upper thighs. Unlike the villagers who dressed properly in long pants and tops, the barbarians wore minimal covering.

“Serenity, you have been punished, your slate is clean, but should you break our rules again your discipline will be more severe. You committed three crimes, so you suffered three turns. The first, and most serious, was climbing through the gate and entering our domain. Villagers are strictly forbidden unless granted permission or invited. For that, you received the punishment paddle. Your second crime was interfering as my father was punishing your friend. She had tried to steal from us, her discipline was warranted, and you had no right to meddle. Your third crime was being rude to him, questioning his authority as both the leader of the tribe and a man. Your bottom has been paddled for breaking in here, then you were spanked as your friend would have been, and you have learned the power a man has over your body. If I laid you on my bed and devoured you, it would make you very happy, would it not? Before you answer be warned; if you lie you will be spanked again, and barbarian men know when a woman is being untruthful.”

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Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.

Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (, a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, ( contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.

Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.

This author loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website: To sample her work for free, go to,


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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Dinah McLeod: Giving us what we need in this WWW sci fi book blast - Check it Out!

Dinah McLeod is my guest author today, and brought along her debut SciFi novel, Mated Against Her Will

This is book 2 in the new Captives of Pra'kir series, and with a star studded line up of authors, its something you simply can't miss.

Fans of Dinah's sexy, spanky, contemporary and western books are going to love this extraterrestrial addition to her catalog. If this is your first taste of Dinah's work, you're in for an interstellar treat. 

Thanks for visiting today, Dinah.  And. like Binnix, thanks for giving the readers not only what they want, but what they need.  J


Sarai, a top communication specialist, is thrilled when offered a coveted spot aboard the SS Reconnaissance and a one-way trip to Earth's first terraforming project: Zeta 12. However, elation quickly turns to panic when their shuttle goes down, crash-landing on an unfamiliar planet. After a brief trial, which she is neither invited to witness nor participate in, she finds herself being handed over to an alien “foster parent.”

This species might look human, but larger-than-life, superbly sculpted and with scolding glances that had a way of turning women into submissive puddles (or was that just her?), the Pra’kir are anything but. From the moment she is taken prisoner, the only thing Sarai can think of is escape. She is hard at work trying to accomplish just that when she stumbles onto something that changes how she thinks about her alien captor…and herself.

Despite his personal tragedy when the humans' shuttle crashed, Binnix must put his resentment aside to focus on the strange, yet alluring creature that is now his houseguest. Though he reluctantly accepts his task to mold her into a model citizen, he is soon surprised to find he has feelings for her. He tries to keep his growing emotions at bay, but soon the desire to tame her overtakes him and he must know what it feels like to dominate such a soft, yet stubborn woman.

A woman who longs for home can’t possibly find it in herself to give up her dreams for the alien who demands her submission…can she?


     “I told you that I would be taking your clothing down.”
      Somehow, in the wake of the blistering swats he’d been delivering, she’d managed to forget. “Please, I’ll be good! I promise!”
      “I don’t think the promises of you Earthlings means much.”
      Ouch. The comment didn’t sting near as much as the spanking he was giving her, but still. “Binnix! Please!” His soft, answering chuckle surprised her. What had she done? Had she pronounced it wrong?
     “That is the first time,” he told her, his hand smacking with each and every word, “that you have said my name. Normally, I instruct those I am punishing to call me ‘Master’ but this once, I will allow it. I find that I like the sound of my name on your lips.”
      “You mean you like to hear me beg,” she countered, her voice a pitiful moan.
      “That too. I cannot deny it.”
      Sarai groaned as his hand continued to smack down on her now bare flesh. It had been bad enough that, once confined to the prison, they’d given her ill-fitting, dull garb to wear. But the fact that they apparently didn’t wear underwear on this planet had left her feeling undressed even with the too long tunic draped over her body. Now she had to wonder if it had anything to do with wanting easy access to her behind.
      Even knowing that he had her firmly trapped didn’t stop her from trying with all her might to wiggle her bottom away from the unforgiving sting of his palm. When she couldn’t move so much as a muscle, frustration piled on top of the heat in her ass and made the tears prickling her eyes begin to fall down her cheeks.
     “Please,” she said again, choking on a sob. “You have to stop.”
     “Actually, I don’t. That is the beauty of being in charge. I don’t have to do anything, except provide for your needs, which is precisely what I am doing.”
     “You call abuse providing for my needs?” she demanded, beginning to sob quietly.
     “This is not abuse—whatever that means. I am providing you with discipline, which you are clearly in great need of.”

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Saturday, April 22, 2017

Saturday Spankings Sneak Peak: His Rebellious Mate

It’s been awhile #SatSpanks fans, but I’m back with a new release.  The third in my Primarian Mates series is due out on Tuesday, April 25th, and I can’t wait!!!

This time its Eryn and Ram’s fiery romance, and we get a peek at the Earth in turmoil. 

His Rebellious Mate
Primarian Mates, Book 3


With his hands on his hips, he stared at her, his usually bright eyes dark with fury. “I believe I directed you to remove your clothing. Do not add stalling to your already lengthy list of misdeeds.”

“I don’t want this,” she whispered.

“I don’t imagine you do, for this will not be pleasant for either of us, but it is happening. Do as I say. Now.”

Still, she hesitated.

“If I must do it for you, it will be worse.”

Release date: April 25th
Available now for pre-order at the following sites:


Staunchly loyal Eryn Lockwood heads up security on the USIF Odyssey, an all-female research ship charged with finding a new world to call home. Her team is guarding a group of scientists exploring an uninhabited planet when they are set upon by a band of powerful alien warriors. Entranced by Eryn’s long auburn hair, fair skin, and green eyes, the fiercest of the attackers gives chase, and claims her for his own.  As his would-be mate, his old-fashioned ways infuriate her, especially when he takes her over his knee for some firm-handed discipline.

Though a fiery passion ignites between them, Eryn remains steadfast in her need to escape. To fulfill her mission and save her people, she commits an unpardonable act, something she’ll never forget…and he can never forgive. Returning to Earth, she attempts to pick up the pieces of her life, but thoughts of her gorgeous, golden-eyed alien consume her. 

Master Warrior Ramikin, the biggest, baddest, and most skilled fighter on Primaria, has never been bested—until now! And by the beautiful Earth woman destined to be his! Furious, he lets her go, resolved to eradicate her from his thoughts. But Eryn’s face haunts his dreams, and he lives every day yearning for what can never be.

An alliance between their worlds thrusts them back together, but not everyone is in favor of mingling their two species. When anti-integration zealots assault Eryn, it is Ram who races to her rescue, but he is seconds too late.  With her life hanging by a thread, the deep, mate-bond between them becomes clear. Is there hope for the independent, rebellious soldier and the proud warrior she betrayed?  Will they be able to put aside the past and come together to fight those who would tear them apart?  And, as they accept their fate, can Eryn and Ram recapture the passion they once shared?

Publisher’s Note:  His Rebellious Mate is an erotic romance in the Primarian Mates series. While it stands alone, it includes characters and underlying themes from The Barbarian’s Captive and His By Command.   It contains sexual scenes, spanking, and mild BDSM themes. If this subject matter offends you, please don’t buy the book. 

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Getting Buck Naked with Evangeline Anderson’s Sexy Shifters on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

Taking off my calm, cool, worldly author/blogger hat, I’m letting my fan girl go wild.  Ever since I met Baird and his mating fist in Claimed, I’ve been in the tank for The Kindred and all things Evangeline Anderson  J  

There.  I outted myself.  LOL

She’s with me today on WWW for the first time with a hot look at her brand-new series, Cougarville.  Shifters, yum-my!  Right? 

I’m thrilled she could give us a sneak preview of the first book in the series, Buck Naked


Sadie Becker is starting a new life in the little town of Cougarville, North Carolina, far from her cheating ex. Having just turned forty, she longs for a quiet, peaceful place to live with no drama, no trauma, and no craziness.

She moved to the wrong town.

Cougarville is a home to Shifters—a specialized few who share the gene that allows them to change to animal form when the moon is full. The gene is rare, especially in women where it only manifests later in life, causing a woman’s body to rejuvenate back to youth to make her fertile and able to bear the next generation of Shifters. But what kind of Shifter she becomes and the kind of children she bears is determined by the male she mates with.

And make no mistake—she must mate. Mate or die.

Sadie has no idea about any of this. When her body stars reverting to where it was in her early twenties, she doesn’t know what to think. And when her hormones kick into overdrive, demanding that she find a man to scratch her itch, she’s terrified and confused.

It doesn’t help that both the local Alpha cougar and Sadie’s surly neighbor, a giant of a man who Shifts into a huge buck, are both after her fertile and much-firmer-than-it has-been-in-decades ass.

Tensions run high and the entire tangle may end in a deadly duel. Sadie must be claimed on the night of the full moon in order for her final form to be determined. But in order to seal the deal with the man she chooses she'll have to get…Buck Naked.

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Cougarville Book 1

Buck Naked

Chapter One

“This isn’t right. This can’t be happening. What the hell is going on?”
Sadie Becker stood in front of the mirror on her fortieth birthday and stared at her reflection in disbelief.
Her boobs were getting firmer.
There was no doubt about it—it was true. She’d been noticing subtle differences ever since her divorce had been finalized about a week ago, but she’d put it down to the new diet and exercise routine. Now that her ex, Jeff, was out of her life, she was determined to start a whole new lifestyle. But no diet or exercise routine in the world completely erased stretch marks and molded your breasts back to where they’d been when you were in your twenties.
“Just look at them,” Sadie muttered to herself. “They’re actually perky.”
She wiped at the steam on the bathroom mirror and then decided she wasn’t getting a good enough look. What she needed was a full-length view. Luckily, there was an old fashioned, free standing mirror in her bedroom. The mirror had a carved wooden frame and claw feet which matched the rest of the antique furniture in the cabin she’d inherited.
The heavy carved oak furniture wasn’t much to Sadie’s taste but she wasn’t complaining. The cabin with its outdated furnishings and decorations had been a Godsend—an inheritance from her mother who’d been dead for twenty years. Sadie hadn’t even known the cabin existed until after her divorce, when her mother’s lawyer had handed her the deed.
She still missed her mom, even after all these years. She’d almost cried when she found out she had someplace to go. Someplace she wouldn’t have to see Jeff and his new, much younger girlfriend making a spectacle of themselves back in her hometown of Tampa. The only person she missed was her twin sister, Samantha—Sammie for short, but only to Sadie. No one else was allowed to call her by the cutsie nickname. But since Samantha was a busy trauma surgeon at Tampa General, it wasn’t like she had much time to hang out anyway.
Speaking of Samantha, she ought to call her twin—it was her birthday too.
I’ll call her in a minute, Sadie promised herself. First I need to figure out what in the world is going on with me.
Wrapping herself in a towel, she padded from the bathroom to the bedroom and stopped in front of the ancient free-standing mirror. There wasn’t quite enough light in the dark bedroom and the bedside lamp only made more shadows. With a sigh, Sadie dragged the mirror, creaking and protesting, over to the window and opened the curtains.
She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her—the cabin was located in the Blue Ridge Mountains, about ten miles north of the tiny town of Cougarville, North Carolina. It was quiet and isolated with only one road going in and out and a single neighbor—a surly giant of a man named Mathis Blackwell who had wild, tangled black hair, a close clipped beard, and shoulders at least twice as broad as her own. Sadie had only seen him twice and both times he’d only grunted at her greeting and gone stumping off into the woods that separated his property from hers.
At night she could faintly see firelight flickering from his cabin windows, which looked warm and cozy and reminded her that it was cooler here in the mountains than it had been back home in Tampa.
No, this is my home now, Sadie reminded herself, frowning. Good old Cougarville.
The actual name of the town she’d moved to was North Lewiston, though there wasn’t any South Lewiston that Sadie could see. Scrawled in looping graffiti on the green welcome sign that led into town were the words, Welcome to Cougarville!!! The name had apparently stuck since everyone she’d met since she’d gotten here had welcomed Sadie to Cougarville, rather than North Lewiston.
Sadie was happy to be here—even if her new home was out in the sticks. In fact, she rather liked the solitude. It was different from the constant crawl of traffic on Dale Mabry highway in Tampa. Also, where else could she feel free to walk around naked if she wanted to and not worry about anyone seeing her? Couldn’t do that in the city!
As if to prove the point to herself, Sadie dropped her baby blue bath towel, letting it puddle around her feet, and took a really good look at herself in the mirror.
Sure enough, her breasts were definitely perky now. Perky like they hadn’t been since she’d breast-fed her twins almost twenty years ago. Graham and Anna—fraternal twins ran in Sadie’s family—had both gone off to college just a few months ago. Graham to MIT and Anna to Baylor, where she hoped to get into med school and become a doctor like her aunt Samantha. Sadie was immensely proud of both of them, though having two at the same time hadn’t been easy. How many times had she joked about her crazy twins giving her gray hair?
Speaking of gray hair…Sadie leaned forward, frowning at her face in the mirror.
“Where is it?” she muttered, turning her head from side to side. “Where’s my gray?”
The silvery strands that had begun showing up in her long, dark brown hair around her mid thirties were somehow gone, even though she was certain they had been there the night before. She’d even gone to the one and only convenience store in town to pick up a box of dye, meaning to cover them as usual. But now, if her mirror was to be believed, there was nothing to cover.
Not only that—her wrinkles were gone too! Or at least, they were fading. She could still see some tiny laugh-lines around her eyes but the really deep line—almost a furrow—that had crept up between her eyebrows over the years, was magically erased.
What the… Sadie turned in front of the mirror, trying to see what else had changed. Well, for one thing the little pooch of her belly was nearly flat and the old pregnancy stretch marks had been smoothed away. Her ass looked higher and firmer too. And her thighs were cellulite-free!
How could this be? How was it even possible?
Sadie took a step back and weighed her breasts in her hands, checking to be sure she wasn’t dreaming or imagining it. Nope—as firm as could be. She’d always been a full C cup when she was younger, but after having her kids and breastfeeding both of them, that C had become more of a droopy D. Now she was back to where she’d been in college, before she met Jeff and let him talk his way into her panties one night, ending her dreams of being a high-powered attorney when she found out she was pregnant with the twins.
What could be causing this? It was as if her body was magically reverting to where it had been in her early twenties. But that was impossible—right?
Just then she became aware of a movement outside her window. There was so much wildlife here—deer and birds and squirrels. Just last night she’d been sure she heard a wolf howling and maybe some kind of wild cat screaming. It was—
Sadie’s thought was cut off abruptly when she turned her head and saw it was no bird or squirrel looking in her window.
Her surly neighbor, Mathis Blackwell, stood about fifty yards away by the line of trees that separated their properties. He had an armful of firewood and a surprised expression on his face as he stared at the extremely naked Sadie who was still juggling her boobs in her hands.
“Oh my God! Oh, no!” she gasped, reaching down to grope blindly at the floor for her discarded towel. She wanted to look away from Mathis but for some reason, she found she couldn’t. Their eyes were locked together through the thin glass of her window as she scrabbled for the towel.
At last she found the towel, but she was so freaked out she couldn’t seem to get it wrapped around her body again. Instead she clutched it to her chest, her heart pounding as she continued to lock eyes with her neighbor.
Finally Mathis shook his head, like a man coming out of a dream, and gave her an awful scowl. Without a word—or another look—he turned and went stomping back to his side of the tree line, his broad shoulders hunched as though to ward off some kind of attack.
Sadie snatched the curtains closed and sank down on the big, old fashioned bed with its carved wooden posts, nearly hyperventilating.
God, what must he think of me? What did it look like I was doing? Nothing very nice, that was for sure! Ugh, how absolutely humiliating—to be caught by her nearest neighbor examining herself naked in the mirror and playing with her boobs!
Your only neighbor, whispered a little voice in her head. And there’s nobody else around to hear you scream if he decides what he saw was some kind of invitation.
Somehow, though, despite his wild appearance, Mathis didn’t strike her as the type to break into her cabin and hurt her. Not that knowing he probably wouldn’t try anything made her any less embarrassed. She still felt absolutely mortified to be caught in such a position, especially since she was usually a very modest person.
What’s wrong with me? My body is going through some bizarre change, I’m walking around in front of the window naked, I couldn’t look away when he was looking at me…I feel like I’m going crazy!

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Evangeline Anderson is the New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author of the Brides of the Kindred, Alien Mate Index, and Born to Darkness series. She is thirty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try and get paid for it. To her delight, she found that it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.

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