Dark Tales Diaries:
Volume Two
by
London Saint James
Blackthorn
Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his
efforts, Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks.
Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume
Two.
A
voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy
endeavor on The Observation Deck.
An
invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering
why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything.
Does she have enough guts to go to The
Top Floor?
And
a Maestro strikes the right cord with
a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.
Be Warned: voyeurism, bondage, spanking, sex toys,
anal sex
Adult Excerpt:
“Come on, Tristan,” Keira said, giggling playfully as she shut her
diary.
“What new story have you added? One of love? Intrigue? A tale of the
forbidden?” I inquired while eyeing the leather bound book.
Keira laid it aside, and rose to her feet. “I’ll read them to you, someday.”
She slipped out of her white cotton dress, leaving her sandals in the wake of
snow-colored material at my feet. I leaned my back against the trunk of the
tree, pretending to rest, but in truth, rest was the furthest thing from my
mind.
Keira twirled on the ball of her foot, more graceful than any dancer.
“Do that again,” I said.
The sun broke through the leaves on the trees, and set her long raven tresses
into brilliant highlights that shimmered in deepened shades of blue-black. I
couldn’t take my eyes off her. She alone encapsulated perfection, with her
small, pert breasts slightly covered by her long hair, and when she moved, the
gumdrop point of a pale-pink nipple peeked through some of the strands. She
raised her arms above her head, giving me a full view of her extended frame,
and did something of a provocative pirouette before turning to face the pond.
Her slender waist gave way to rounded hips that swayed seductively as she
tiptoed, nude, toward the edge of the water. She stuck one toe in, and looked
at me over her slender shoulder. Her jewel-green eyes penetrated my soul.
Keira twisted her long hair up, and used the dark pieces that fell from her
fingers to weave her tresses into a tied-off knot, freeing the canvas of her
back. The dappled shade that fell from one of the overhanging branches caressed
the curve of her spine like a long lost lover, and in that instant I wanted to
kiss the dimples above her heart-shaped ass. The thought stirred up something
much more primal.
“Are you coming?” she asked.
When Keira licked the plumpness of her lips, my cock ached for her.
“Definitely,” I said, and stood from my shaded spot under the oak, toeing off
my shoes in a hurry, before ridding myself of my shirt and pants.
Once free of my clothing, I bounded toward her. She grinned and jumped before
my hand made contact with her arm. I wasted no time, and followed in behind
her. Our heads popped to the surface in unison, with her joyous laughter filling
the air.
“I bet you can’t catch me,” she taunted in a cutesy voice before diving beneath
the murky pool.
I studied the trail of bubbles and waves she made, guessing where she might
come up, then made my way onto the grassy bank, crossed over the plank bridge,
and hopped into the water off the south bank. When she resurfaced, I snatched
her up.
“Got you,” I said, and placed a kiss to her lips.
She wiggled. Her moist mouth left mine. “No fair, Tristan. You were supposed to
swim and catch me, not cheat, and wait until I ran out of air.”
“You never outlined the rules. And besides, I play to win.”
Keira, shook her head. Water rolled along her nose, over her parted lips, and
down her chin before the wandering drop found its home in the pond.
“I know you do,” she said, rubbing her nose against mine. “That’s one of the
things I love about you.”
“What else do you love about me?”
“I’m not telling.”
I placed my lips to her tempting neck, traced a line with the tip
of my nose to the end of her ear, and sucked her lobe into my mouth. “What if I
persuade you to tell me?”
She moaned my name, and draped her arms around my neck. “Don’t stop doing that,
and I might be persuaded.”
Keira wrapped her long legs around my waist. The head of my hard cock slipped
between our two intertwined bodies. She pressed herself against me, tighter. Warmth
worked its way through my essence as I slid my manhood in-between her parted
lower lips. I wanted to explore all of her with my hands, my dick, and my
mouth. One hand remained on the back of her slim neck while the other left her
lower back to discover the wonder of her ass. Flames, not water lapped at my
skin with a desire beyond words.
Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One
For years, Tristan Blackthorn
has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn
Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as
a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in
Volume One?
Mistress
Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a
particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past
returns to test her will.
A
recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after
her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s
far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find
what she’s looking for withThe Leather’s Edge?
And
a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after
being bound by a Master in Safe Word.
Be
Warned: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish
About London:
London
wrote her first short story in the second grade. Her teacher informed her
parents London had a big imagination, but having a big imagination wasn’t
necessarily a good thing as far as he was concerned. Without watering
that seed of imagination, London placed her vivid characters, her childhood
stories, along with her imagination on the shelf, where they would wither for a
while. At the urging of her eighth grade English teacher, London pulled
her imagination off that shelf, and wrote her second short story. To no
surprise, it was a love story inspired by a song. Then as life does, it
moves on, so yet again London placed her imagination on the shelf to wither for
a while. She needed to do the “sensible thing.”
The
sensible thing earned London a degree in Psychology, but while in college she
traversed into writing once more, and was encouraged by a couple of professors
to pursue that endeavor. She took on the world of written word, and has
never looked back.
London
writes erotic romance from sweet to downright naughty. She is an author
for Evernight Publishing, a member of the Romance Writers of America, and a
member of Passionate Ink.
