Thursday, December 4, 2014

New Release: A Reckless Gift

Brand new at Changeling Press is my latest story -- a Christmas tale to rock your elven world. 

A Reckless Gift
Peppermint Twist
by Ayla Ruse

Available today *exclusively* from Changeling Press


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Erotic romance, novella, Christmas, Elves, Magic

Rec thrives on command. Lacy, chaos. When the two come together, they burn bright as the North Star...

Reckless, known only as Mr. Rec, is an Elf known for following the rules and toeing the line. He has a rocky past, and order ensures him a safe and secure future. That is, until he steps in as the department head in the Otherworld Weapons Gift Department in the North Pole and meets an Elf who threatens to push all his boundaries.

Lacy loves her job as a leather crafter. The day Mr. Rec comes in to take over, however, is the day her world starts falling apart. How can she want the very Elf who makes her madder than hell?

One thrives on command. The other, chaos. When the two come together, will they burn bright like the North Star, or will their spark burn out before Christmas morn?


Excerpt: 
"Hi, Mr. Rec. Didn't think we'd see you here tonight."
 

Rec nodded and sat down at the bar next to one of his hard-working employees. "Hi, Noysen. I know I said I'd pass on the Christmas party, but... let's say I changed my mind." If coming here because Santa ordered him to do so could be called changing his mind. He'd much rather be at home, planning how he'd get a certain little Elf over to his place.
 

"Glad to hear it, even if our department don't celebrate quite like those Elves who make presents for humans," Noysen commented.
 

"I'm seeing that." Rec took in the darkened, oversized convention room, the loud music and questionable-in-public cries and moans. Contrary to what his employees must think, the atmosphere didn't make him uncomfortable. It brought back memories.
 

Noysen chuckled and hefted an oversized mug of ale. "Santa -- he knows his Elves, ya know? Take our department. We make weapons for aliens and demons alike. With the kind of shit we see, you think we'd want to sit around fancy decorated tables and sip eggnog for fun?"
 

Rec barked out an unexpected laugh as the picture formed in his head. "You have that right. It'd be like imagining one of those Elves coming here."
 

"That's why we're surprised you're here, Mr. Rec," Hoyden, another employee, interjected from two seats down.
 

Rec signaled for an ale. "How do you mean?"
 

"You're a manager, don't get me wrong. Our weapons department is running smoother than Iliaran oil right now. But I've always seen you as one of those fancy types."
 

Rec twitched his lips. "I suppose you have a point. I don't mind those gatherings; I've been attending them for years." He sipped his ale and debated before adding, "In my younger days, I saw my share of back-alley fun. Besides, I like to kick back and relax as much as the next Elf."
 

The Elves grunted their agreement and drank their ales.
 

After a few minutes, Hoyden cut his eyes at Rec. "There's some awfully pretty Tipped Ears here tonight. Many are from The Leanings."
 

Rec gave a short nod and a tight smile. He understood perfectly what Hoyden referred to. The Tipped Ears would be the pretty female Elves, and from The Leanings meant they were from the outskirts of the North Pole. Rec knew about Santa's arrangement from when he was a wee little Elf and living in The Leanings himself. Not that many others knew about his past, but Rec remembered how excited all those Elves became this time of year. If invited, they could come to these parties and work -- in a wide variety and loose definition of services -- and be compensated enough to get them through the rest of the harsh winter.
 

"There sure are, Mr. Hoyden," Rec answered. "If you find yourself with one, remember to be respectful and very appreciative."
 

Rec bid the Elves a Merry Christmas, snagged his drink and made his way around the room. He stopped every once in a while to say hi or to wish another a good season. He bypassed the shady corners where the pretty Tipped Ears were earning their wages, and he politely declined several intimate offers from others. Any other time he might have given in to temptation to ease her comfort and his -- as well as pad her pretty pockets with coin -- but for the past month one Elf in particular had taken over his every waking thought.
 

Lacy. A svelte little Elf with the longest, pointiest ears he'd ever known. She had a pert nose, slanted eyes and full lips that had him mesmerized the last time he'd seen her snacking on a peppermint stick. Her hands were gifts all in themselves, being able to craft a piece of demon leather like he'd never seen.
 

But she could be a rabble-rouser and a prankster, and when he came into the department and started setting things right, she'd balked. She'd even tried to tell him what to do. He'd let her know fast he didn't appreciate that treatment.
 

But more than that had been his growing desire for her. Even though there were no steadfast rules on relationships between co-workers, Rec had always kept his business and pleasure separate. His desire for Lacy had grown to the point that in their last confrontation, he'd broken out in a sweat to keep from hauling her pert little ass up against the wall and fucking her into obedience. Knowing he'd been at a breaking point, he'd asked -- no, he'd begged -- Santa to reassign her. He'd gotten his wish, and he'd not seen one black, purple-tipped hair of the little Elf in nearly two weeks. It should have calmed him down. Instead, not seeing her every day drove him nuts.
 

Another pretty Tipped Ear approached him, and when he turned her down, she huffed and stomped off. Kinda reminded him of Lacy and made his cock stir.
 

Again he thought about how Lacy had stood on her little tiptoes and shouted in his face when he told her she'd been reassigned. A tight smile crossed his lips. She was still pissed. He knew because for the past week, she'd left reminders on his doorstep in the form of sculpted miniatures depicting his death at the hands of various demons and Otherworlders. She never left her name, but he knew her exquisite craftsmanship anywhere.
 

"One more and those pants will have to go!"
 

Rec turned toward the hoarse shout at the back corner of the room. He asked an Elf at the back of the crowd, "What's going on?"
 

The Elf chuckled. "That's the dart area. A sexy pointy ear decided she wanted to play strip-darts."
 

Rec smiled. "I bet those Elves are getting an eyeful. I hope they pay her handsomely."
 

The other Elf laughed outright. "So you'd think. She's good. I've never seen a female play so perfectly. I don't think she's lost more than her shoes."
 

"You're kidding."
 

"No. And she's drunk off her ass, too. Must be. She keeps ordering double rounds of Sens-poison. I've never known any Elf to handle more than one shot before he goes under."
 

Rec chuckled. "I have to check this out."
 

He studied the tightly knit group. He couldn't quite see over the crowd, but he did spy a dart sailing through the air and heard the solid thunk as it landed, quickly followed by chortles and wolf-whistles. Maybe they finally got something more than a shoe off her. Still, he was intrigued. He'd been one hell of a dart player in his day, and to find another supposedly that good would be a treat.
 

"That's it, baby. All the way off. Let me get an eyeful of those heavy Christmas balls."
 

The low, seductive voice stopped Rec as he worked his way through the crowd. "Could that be..." He muttered the words to himself. "No, not Lacy."
 

"Aw yeah, nice and heavy. I like your cock too. Go to the left with the others. C'mon guys. I need one more."
 

Rec broke through to the front of the crowd and stopped in shock. There stood Lacy, all right -- completely clothed minus one shoe, front and center of the dartboard. To the left, against the wall, stood four very naked, very aroused Elves. Each sporting goofy grins.
 

"What's going on?" he growled to the Elf to his left.
 

"What? Oh, she's daring the guys to play strip-darts. Every guy she beats has to stand over there and wait until she's finished for the night. Then she gets to do anything she wants to them."
 

Even as Rec seethed over the stupidity of this game, he also warred with jealousy.
 

"Ooh, aren't you a sexy one," Lacy commented loudly and sauntered over to a stick-thin Elf.
 

"And what if she loses?" Rec asked.
 

He laughed. "I don't think that'll happen. She's hitting bull's-eyes every time."
 

"What happens if she loses?" Rec repeated with a snarl.
 

"Easy. If she loses, she said the winner could do anything they wanted to her."
 

"That's what I thought," Rec murmured. If there was one thing he knew about the boundary-pushing female, it was that she was fair. A plan quickly formed in his mind. He wouldn't take advantage of her if she were truly inebriated, but the thought of having her to himself caused his cock to go rock hard.
 

Meanwhile, Lacy petted the skinny Elf and made a few comments that had the boy blushing.
 

Rec had had enough. He stepped forward and in a loud voice announced, "I'm in."

*******
Pick up your copy of A Reckless Gift from Changeling Press today. 

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Monday, December 1, 2014

Cyber Monday Rebates at ARe!

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One day only, December 1, all my books are eligible for a 50% Rebate!

That means you can grab my books for less than 3 bucks -- 
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Stay safe, 
stay warm, 
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with some smokin' hot reads. 
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Sunday, November 23, 2014

I'm in the Spotlight!

Check out Fever Hitch on the home page at Changeling Press.  

My book is in the Spotlight

If you want a hot and wild sci-fi erotic romance, 
and you love comic conventions, 
you'll *love* Fever Hitch

Click below to go to the page of your choice. 

Happy Reading!!




Cover Reveal

Take a look at the shiny new covers for the Peppermint Twists line up at Changeling Press this year. 
My story, A Reckless Gift, will be available in December. 
Stay tuned for more details! 


Interested in finding out more? 
Check out the book's page at Changeling Press: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2321

And don't forget, every year Changeling Press wraps these delightful and naughty stories with contests that can net you free books for a week, a month, even a whole year!
Details coming within the week.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Blue Jean Commerical (explicit)

Digging through some old writing the other day, I came across a very short piece I'd written several years ago. It amused me, and even brought a "yeah" and a chuckle from my DH, so I decided to share this little bit of man-POV with you. Fair warning, it may be short, but it's explicit. Enjoy! 

Blue Jean Commerical
story © Ayla Ruse



He is absorbed. 

The image flashes across the screen and his imagination flies away. What does her body look like beneath those clothes? If he could, he'd peel those jeans off her ass and prop her up on short display. 

His mind is hypnotized. 

Just to look. 

Just to touch. 

Just to smell and feel and kiss. 

Just to fuck. 

Just let me ram my cock between those cheeks one time and 
I'll die a happy man. 

He smiles. 

He can almost feel her pussy, hot and wet, sucking him in deeper and deeper. 

"Fuck me hard," she demands. 

He complies by slamming himself home. 

She shrieks how she loves the feel of his dick and that she can't get enough. 

He moves faster, grabbing tight to her ass as he gets hornier. He's ready to come and she screams loud through her orgasm. He pulls out quickly and shoots his cum over her back. 

The image soon fades. He wipes off the sweat off his brow and gazes sideways to his wife sitting quietly next to him. 

The blue jean commercial is long over.



Image © Markomarcello - Fotolia.com

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Reading Much?

When life pushes you and all you want to do is crawl under a rock and hide, do you take anything with you? Me? I take a book. Rather, I take books. That's where I've been lately. No, "life" isn't all that bad overall. Nothing more than most any other person I imagine, but I've been binge reading like crazy. 

Some books I've read are good, some are great and some are...eh. Great books I've been immersing myself in are stories by Lori Foster and Marie Harte, for example. Mara, Daughter of the Nile kept me captivated. Several box sets have kept me entertained for hours (and I've picked up a few new authors to add to my to-buy list from these sets).

On the other hand, one of the tales that made me go "eh," believe it or not, was the Hunger Games trilogy. Wait, let me clarify. I truly liked the books and the fact of so much death and violence resonated with me in a very edge-of-my seat way, but I did not like the way the books ended. No, I'm not giving spoilers for the very small percentage of people who have not yet read Mockingjay, but let me simply say the last ten to twenty pages made me at turns mad and feeling cheated. And this is before the epilogue. I can take the epilogue, but the ending seemed depressingly rushed. How did you like the ending of the book, for those who did read it? 

On another note (but still about book reading) is that my TBR pile is growing by leaps and bounds. See, I make note of books I want to buy on my Kindle by gathering samples. I have well over two pages worth of books I'm in the process of buying and reading. Yikes! Add to this, my DH sells books and he recently brought home a box full of various erotic romance titles I've not yet had the pleasure of reading. Yes, I've already sorted them though to the books I want to read the most to those I'm not sure about. I think I'm set for awhile. Or, until my next binge reading episode. hahaha

I've brought my head out from the pile of rocks and told myself that I need to hunker down with the written word more. Heck, I'll still read, but for the next while my free time will be spent in front of the keyboard and my reading time will cut back to resemble that of a normal bibliophile. Now nod your head with me, as if we all believe any reader will cut back their reading time.

I invite you to lift your coffee cup with me and cheer on the many pleasures of reading the written word. 

Happy Reading,
Ayla

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Visiting ARe

Good day to you!

This Tuesday finds me traveling to the awesome site of 
All Romance eBooks
and sitting down in their cafe for delicious tid-bits 
and some insight into conventions of the odd kind. 

Join me, why don't you? It'll be fun. :)