Every one deserves a happy ending… (& I make sure they get one). I write about hot rockers, sexy zombies, and Thailand club performers. My stories are about love, romance and are tied together with erotic sex. I utilize my time overseas and my travels to bring you to places you’ve yet to visit. I introduce you to cultures you’ve yet to explore. But with every word I write I hope to convey love is love. Hugs, Z.
You can visit her website at www.zallorabooks.com or her blog at http://zallora.blogspot.com.
Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:
I’ll post a snippet from one of Z. Allora’s books with the character names asterisked out.
Your mission is to guess which of Z’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to me, zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! I’ll draw a random winner each week. Winner gets an ebook. It’s that simple! Come play along…
HERE’s the snippet:
A pole in the center of the contraption extended from the ceiling in a dazzling display of lights. **** guessed the machine’s original purpose was to milk cows before the fancy makeover. Four hollow, rubber-coated metal rods invited insertion.
As the door shut, they rolled toward each other. Before **** could feel any shame, *** reached out to grab his hand. Their fingers locked and *** squeezed.
“You okay with this?”
Was he? His body had been ready for years—his mind was another story. But he was determined to claim the life that was meant to be his, and the first step was reclaiming his own body. *** pulled away the useless towel that did little to hide ****’s shaft. **** concentrated on *** so he could push away the negative thoughts as they attempted to take hold.
“Here’s some oil.” *** pointed the bottle at Alex’s rampant arousal. When he couldn’t quite reach, **** helpfully thrust his shaft closer.
“Mm, you’re so hard.” *** watched as the oil drizzled over ****’s erection and gathered
in a slick pool around his balls. Then he did the same to himself, hissing as the warm oil slid over him. “Let me turn this on.”
The soft popping noise of a piston echoed from the walls. The long rods moved, and inside them, the rubber coating flexed with the rush of pneumatic pressure. Expectation raced through ****.
“Ready?”
Though he shook his head, his mouth moaned assent. *** pushed an elongated cylinder toward ****. As it moved, **** saw the tubing connecting it to the sucking machine.
The teasing suction strengthened as *** brought the cylinder closer. One moment **** felt an irresistible pull and the next he was dragged inside.
“Oh!” he shouted in surprise when the pleasure of suction cascaded over him.
“Good?” *** studied ****’s face. Seeming to be satisfied with what he saw, he released the device. Unrestrained, the cylinder pumped, slurped, sliding up and down over ****.
With all the overwhelming sensations attacking his body, **** couldn’t speak. Instead, he nodded and watched as *** repeated the process on himself. The machine’s mouth slurped *** in and made him gasp.
***’s expression was downright gleeful. “Mm-mm. That’s incredible.” Unable to resist that smile, **** leaned in to give *** a kiss. *** moaned and returned the kiss with a passion that swept **** away. His heart drank in everything the blond provided. Their closeness, the thought of this intimacy shared with ***, was enough to make him find release.
Breaking the seal of their lips, **** howled as the machine swallowed his donation. He convulsed as the sweet explosion of his first true release rushed through his body. Waves of pleasure, a kaleidoscope of colors spun out of control as he grabbed for the only stable thing in his world: ***.
