Alchemy xii – New Years Eve by Tasmin Flowers

31 Dec

2014 is swiftly drawing to a close and what better way to celebrate New Years Eve than with a spicy bit of erotica? Tasmin Flowers, author of numerous erotica stories featured in over 20 anthologies, has graced us with this exclusive excerpt from her new monthly erotica serial “Alchemy xii” which is being released tonight! How does an erotica serial work, you ask? Well, let us tell you!

How Alchemy xii works

Alchemy xii – New Year’s Eve, the prologue to Olivia’s story, will be officially published, free of charge, on December 31. (However, to ensure a free price match from Amazon, it is already widely available.)

Alchemy xii – January will go on sale on January 1, 2015, and thereafter a novelette-length episode will be published on the first of every month until December.

Each quarter, the previous three monthly episodes will be made available in a Quarterly Omnibus and at the end of the year, readers will be able to buy Alchemy xii – The Complete Year, a monster volume containing the prologue and all 12 episodes together.

Pretty cool, huh? We thought so too! So while you wait for our review of the first episode, go ahead and read this excerpt and start off your New Year in a sex way! Enjoy!

“I guessed you’d be back.” The voice dripped like honey with a side order of grits.

Harry knew it was her before he even turned to look. He stood up but she towered over him by several inches. He looked down. She had on the highest fuck-me heels he’d ever seen.

“You did?” he said, skewering her with a look.

“I saw you checking me out the other night.”

This time her outfit was even hotter. She’d poured herself in to an unadorned black basque and a hobble skirt a size too small. Her hair fell in unruly curls over her shoulders, clumped in places by sweat. Her eyes were the darkest blue Harry had ever seen. And she was making the play. This was going to be better than in his wildest dreams.

“But you’re different tonight,” she said.

“How so?”

“Harry,”—she raised her eyebrows—”if you need to ask that, you’re not the man I thought you were.”

“But you appear to be the woman I thought you might be.”

She grinned at him.

“Drink?” he said.

“Yes.”

Harry signaled to the barman for two more vodkas.

“How did you know my name?”

“I asked those nice boys you were showing off in front of. How else?”

Warmth surged up through Harry’s cock. He hadn’t wanted to fuck someone this much since…since he couldn’t remember. Spit on her and she would sizzle!

The girl took the drink he handed her and downed it in one, slapping the tumbler hard on the bar when she’d finished.

“Name,” said Harry.

“Rank and serial number as well?”

“Your name will do. For now.”

“And later?”

“I’ll want every last detail about you.”

“Olivia Roux. Pleased to meet you.”

She held out her hand. Harry wondered if she expected him to shake it or kiss it. He raised it and sucked her index finger into his mouth. A small shiver of excitement swept through him when she didn’t pull away.

“I watched you work that girl,” she said, eyes wide, not smiling. “I found it…”

She slowly withdrew her finger from his mouth, trailing the wet tip down his chin.

Harry grabbed her wrist and held her still.

“How did you find it, Olivia?”

Her eyes dropped to his chest, which still glinted with sweat in the sulfurous light of the bar. Then she lifted her face to meet his gaze full square.

“I found it…erotic. It turned me on.”

“That was my intention.”

He let go of her wrist and waited. She raised the finger he’d sucked to her mouth, tugging on her own bottom lip.

“I need a smoke,” he said.

They picked up their coats and left the club. Harry produced his cigarettes. Olivia took one. He cupped his hands around hers to light her with the Zippo. She took a drag and exhaled a cloud of smoke into the cold air. Harry thought about clichés as he lit his own. Your place or mine? But that wouldn’t do with this girl. She might be new to the scene but she wasn’t wet behind the ears.

They stood smoking for a minute on the sidewalk. Sexual tension escalated until the air between them practically crackled. Harry ground out his cigarette with his boot, turning to face her. He put one palm flat against her cheek, then leaned in to whisper in her opposite ear.

“I’m going to take you back to my club now and tie you up. Then I’m going to hurt you,” he said. “Is that what you want?”

When her mouth closed around his and her tongue pushed between his lips, when her kiss became ferociously deep, Harry Lomax knew his hunch about her had been spot on.