Show me the Royalties!

"Pin-up" is my first publication where I earn royalties! It's kind of exciting. What isn't exciting is it's 35% of 2 bucks for e-book sold...I have to sell a lot of e-books.

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Dressing up like a cheap floozy in a Santa’s helper costume over the holidays, is not Candice’s idea of a good time. But family medical bills make it necessary for her to be ogled by the horny fathers’ of snot nosed kids wanting to sit on Santa’s lap. What she didn’t count on was wanting to ogle someone herself. More than ogle. Gina, the portrait photographer, capturing the mayhem from behind her lens, had more than a fantasy running through Candice’s head, but a full on porno.

When Gina asks if Candice wants to pose for her pin-up calendar, Candice can hardly refuse. But can she keep this a professional working relationship? She hopes not.

The perfect stocking stuffer! Make your sweetie want to give you a special holiday delivery!

Found (Working Title) (FF)

Okay my perverted fans! Help please...with the title. Let me know what you think. Thanks!

FOUND

Copyright © 2009 by Crystal Barela

Bennie froze, lifting her wet hands into the air from where she knelt at the creek. Her heart beat triple time. It was a sign of Di’s skill as a hunter that Bennie hadn’t heard her approach until she cocked her gun.

“Still wearing Sugar?” she asked. The familiar sweet musk floated to her nostrils. More than two years ago, Bennie had gone on the run, the scent of Di’s perfume still clinging to the sweat on her skin.

“Nothing else to say, Ben?” Di asked; close enough for her to whisper.

“Sorry—” Pain shot through the back of Bennie’s head as she found herself face down in the dirt, Di’s gun in her short spiked hair, and her knee on Bennie’s back.

“I loved you!” Di hissed. Her sweet breath on her cheek. Juicyfruit gum. How could she find that hot?

“Di—”

“Shut up—”

With a twist of her hips, Bennie flipped over into the creek, pulling Di with her. Curses filled the air as the duo tried to find purchase in the cold water and slippery rocks. They landed with Bennie between Di’s knees, her face resting in the pillow of Di’s very large and beautiful breasts. She breathed deep. Heaven. This was heaven and if she were to die in this moment she would die a happy woman.

“Stop it!” Di’s threat was less than convincing now that her gun was on the other side of the creek and there was a tremble in her voice.

“If you…” Bennie said and kissed her way from breast to collar bone. “Wanted me dead…”

She trailed her lips along Di’s long neck to her ear. “I would be.”

Bennie ran her tongue around the circumference of Di’s beautifully shaped ear. Everything about Di was beautiful. Her long blonde hair always holding the perfect wave and smelling of sunshine. It was spread behind her in a golden halo. She looked like an angel.

“There’s still time!” Di said wrapping her thighs around Bennie’s hips.

The angel of death! Bennie reached for the knife she kept in her boot as they rolled across the stream.

Curses sent the birds flying. Bennie straddled Di with a grunt, knife to her throat. The pulse there beat rapidly.

“I hate you!” Her full luscious lips formed the words, but Bennie didn’t believe her. There were tears on her mascaraed lashes and she smelled like she was in heat.

The knife caught in the neck of Di’s wet pink t-shirt. It was odd to see her in something other than a curve hugging dress. Di was as femme as they come. She could kill a man faster in heels and a husky whisper, than with sneakers and a gun.

The thin cotton spread open along Di’s sternum, revealing a nearly sheer white lace bra caressing her perfect double Ds.

“I’ve missed you,” Bennie said, hooking the knife at the point of the bra’s V.

Di glared, her warm brown eyes nearly black with anger. With a turn of Bennie’s wrist her breasts could be free, but Bennie liked how they jiggled, her pink nipples teasing the edge of the lace with every gasping breath. She edged the knife lower in slow swirls a trail of twisting pink replacing the fabric, until Di was naked to the navel. Bennie let the tip of her play in the little hole there.

“You miss fucking me,” Di said, her hands moving slowly to the waistband of her jeans. She popped the button and unzipped the fly revealing an equally provocative panty.

“You missed fucking me,” Bennie said, her lip curling in what she knew was a smile Di had trouble resisting. Di liked Bennie’s knife. Got off on the skill in which Bennie could trace it along her delicate skin without showing blood, unless that was their game. The blade laid flat now. The sharp tip slipped beneath the thin elastic of her panty. With a flick left, then right, the steel had Di on display.

“Need a trim?” Bennie asked. For as long as she had known Di she had kept her mound smooth. She used the tip o f the knife to reveal Di’s clit now embraced by soft little curls.

“Take off your shirt,” Di said.

The regret in Di’s eyes was obvious as Bennie put the knife in her mouth to do as she was told, leaving her pussy free of her sharp friend. Bennie yanked the camouflage tank top over her head. Bennie never wore a bra. She didn’t really need one, her breasts were small, each nipple pierced by a silver bar. A tat of a raven lay between them, its wings widening over the gentle swells.

“You’ve lost weight,” Di said, her hand lifting to trace Bennie’s rib cage.

Bennie took the knife from her mouth and threw it into the grass struggling to grow beneath the shade of the towering pines around them. She leaned forward, her arm between them, her hand cupping Di’s pussy. Her cheeks were flushed a shade of pink only found in nature, her breath catching with every heartbeat.

“I did it to protect you,” Bennie whispered.

Di’s lips captured hers, mouth open, teeth clashing. Blood, desperation, and desire lit them on fire. Bennie’s fingers slid through Di’s slit, rediscovering the folds that led to her lover’s sweet insides. It was not gentle, but a rough fucking. Fingers digging, thumb pushing. Polished nails urged her on, scratching Bennie’s back. She buried her face in Di’s neck breathing in her sugar and sweat, feeling alive for the first time in months.

“Harder!” Di begged. She wanted more. She always wanted more. Di wrapped her arms and legs around Bennie and bucked her hips against her.

They were breathing for each other. Each kiss like oxygen they couldn’t live without.

Di screamed into Bennie’s mouth, a wet moaning of her name that arched Di’s body, breasts sliding together in a nearly forgotten caress.

The sand cushioned the roll as Di went in reverse, flipping Bennie on her back. Her jeans were caught around her knees keeping her stance tight and the t-shirt hung on her elbows. She caught the button fly and in five pops dragged the jeans to Bennie’s thighs. There was a moment to register how cold the sand was on her ass before all thoughts were replaced by the slick heat of Di’s tongue.

Bennie laughed. Pure joy overwhelming in its foreignness. Di giggled, her lips smacked and Bennie came within seconds, Di’s lips locking onto her clit in a sweet tug that racked her body.

It had been too long since there had been any caring in her life. Too long since she had been touched by the woman she loved.

Di feathered hair along Bennie’s bare stomach and Bennie flinched away her skin like cellophane, the strands touching her insides.

“Don’t cry,” Di said.

Bennie cursed, her hands flying to her eyes. She hadn’t realized she was. Suddenly, she became aware of all of the sounds that weren’t their hearts or gasping breaths. The creek, the wind in the trees, the silence of the birds, the crack of a branch beneath a booted foot.

She shushed Di, turned on her stomach. Di fell flat beside her. They shimmied into their jeans and crawled toward their scattered weapons, meeting up behind a boulder.

“Just like old times, Ben?” Di said beneath her breath. Shoulder to shoulder.

“Admit it, you missed me,” Bennie whispered, wishing she had her gun, but it was back at camp. “I have a plan. Turn and flash your—”

Di rolled her eyes. “I’m the one with the gun, you flash yours.”

“Yours are more impressive,” Bennie leered.

“Jealous?”

Bennie chuckled softly and took a look around the rock. There was no one on the other side of the creek. Maybe it was nothing.

“Watch my ass,” Bennie said, getting ready to run.

“I have been since the moment we met,” Di said.

Bennie ran across the creek, the sound of Di’s gun firing behind her. Silence followed the shots and within moments, Di was running beside her.

I've Always Wanted to Have 2 at Once

I am feeling pretty cocky right now...2 stories accepted for publication in one week...

"Camshaft Cutie," was chosen for publication in Red Hot Erotica. This is pending the publisher's approval, but the editor really liked it, so I have high hopes. Won't see print on that until next year.

Also, "Pin-up," was chosen to be a part of Torquere Press's holiday sips. I am so stoked as this is a royalty paying publication in e format and should be available for purchase in just a couple of weeks.

DomiKNITrix

Thought this was clever...check it out!

Vampire Re-Write

Any title suggestions would be most welcome!

VAMPIRE (blood, MF)
Copyright © 2009 by Crystal Barela

That vampire book makes it sound so easy. Abstaining from human blood. Living on the blood of animals. Tofu instead of prime rib. Let’s all be friends.

It’s romantic bullshit.

Sucking blood is not just about survival. Yes, I would die without it. A slow agonizing death that is really too painful to contemplate. So let’s not. Instead let me tell you why the girl lies beneath me.

The addiction is not too the blood. All of my dreams take place in the daylight. That’s why the girls are always blond and tan.

I do not sparkle in the sunshine and take offense to the idea that something is self serving and dangerous as a vampire would.

Golden hair as fair as a newborn’s is my addiction. Eyes more blue than a summer sky. Skin, tan from what I imagined were days lying on a bed of white sand in nothing more than two bits of fabric caressing her most intimate of intimates. To be with her would be like stepping into sunshine for the first time in over 200 years.

I had first seen this one weeks ago. She had been on the beach after dark. Her friends left her alone with a book and a flashlight. The wind had whipped her hair across her face and it caught in her lips. She pushed the strands away impatiently her eyes never leaving the book, and wet the pink skin with her tongue.

“Must be good,” I said. She startled and I caught the fumbled flashlight. Her heartbeat fluttered.

“Pride and Prejudice?” I asked catching the title in the swing of the light.

“What?”

“Your book, it’s a favorite of mine,” I said, handing her the flashlight.

“That’s funny,” she said, standing. She wiped her backside with her hands dispersing bits of sand and then bent to pick up her towel. Her hips wide and graceful. “I didn’t think guys like Darcy.”

“Well, I’m not every guy,” I said. Then I quoted a line from page 212 and I could see the sunrise dawn in her cheeks and the frightened look in her eyes vanish.

I hate to say it, but humans are all too predictable.

“Can I walk you somewhere?” I asked, gesturing in the direction of the parking lot. That was how it begun. My love affair with the girl. I left her at her car with the question of will you be here tomorrow in the air and her eyes telling me she wanted me to be.

Her name was Charlene. I came the following day just as she was beginning to doubt my existence. Again her friends were gone, having tired of waiting for the mystery man to appear.

I sat beside her this time, in the soft sand and when she shivered I offered her my arm around her shoulders. We talked of literature. She was earning her bachelors in the written word. I asked her to bring some of her writing the next time we saw each other. She was modest, but I could tell she was happy I had asked.

Our lips met and I could taste the sun on hers. Did she taste the night on mine? I breathed her in, letting the daylight that still clung to her hair invade my nostrils. I wanted to crush her into the sand and suck the light from her, but I was controlled and sweet and kissed her as if it were my first time.

The next day I arrived and she had her stories held to her chest like private secrets. She whispered the words to me breathlessly and it was she who kissed me. She who pressed her heaving bosom to my chest. I lowered her gently to the earth and kissed without air. Making her lightheaded. I lay my leg across her thigh and she wanted more of me than I would give. I wanted to savor.

I buried my face in the nape of her neck. Her scent was delicious. Wind and sun. My tongue could not resist the temptation to taste. To lick. To collect her laughter.

And so each night followed and every time it was I who called our kisses to a halt.

The anticipation of taking her was worth feeding on a deer or two.

My patience had been rewarded by this night.

Now we were in the wood outside of town and the pine needles were fragrant with the disturbance of our movements as I fucked her into the soil. There was no love or romance in either of our movements. The time for that had passed.

She was overcome with her want for me. She was blond and plump, her succulent flesh near bursting with the rushing blood beneath her skin. Her insides were tight and hot.

I brought my hand between us and began to work her clit with my thumb. She was moaning and nearing her orgasm. Yes, I like to play with my food. There was no reason she should not find pleasure in the last minutes of her life.

The heels of her feet pressed into my backside, urging me deeper. I obliged roughly and her insides squeezed my staff in approval as she came. I pressed my body flush to hers and trailed several soft nips along the length of her neck. The scent of her racing blood overwhelmed me. I opened my mouth wide and sunk my teeth into her neck. Her pussy convulsed around my hardness.

Blood raced into my mouth thick and sweet and flavored with her pleasure. There was no blood better than that of your prey’s in the midst of their release. It warmed my insides and I began to feel human. For a moment the hot liquid coursed through my veins and again I was a man. Again, I could feel the fragility of this shell that is my body. Was my body. I could feel color beneath my skin.

Charlene was moaning as I nibbled my way to her full ripe breasts. I sucked the flesh into my mouth, tasting the sweeter blood that welled here. Her hands were in my hair, twisting the strands and for a moment I swear I could feel it. The pain of hot hard sex.

The girl came again and my body human for this brief moment in the millennia that was time, came, shot cold wet seed into the hot cavity of her sex.

She laughed, not having realized that I was pulling my cock free so that I could drain her body of its heat. Her hands pushed at my head, urging my face lower and I happily obliged. I pushed her thighs apart with my shoulders and sucked her swollen clit between my lips. Her hips lifted, her body elongated in the moonlight and I sunk my teeth into her inner thigh.

Blood poured down my throat. I was no longer neat. Blood spurt in every direction bathing us black in the moonlight. Her screams filled the night air as she continued to come. She was the moon! I was the sun! Her eyes were open and I could see myself, not human at all, but covered in blood, my fangs white in the darkness. Charlene was still and as pale as I had been. She was…she…was dead.

I looked up her body. Still. Breathless.

Regret made my throat tight. Human? The only humans with blood on their hands and dead bodies beneath them were killers.

I was vampire.

I gathered Charlene into my arms and held her to me. I wished the tears that stung my eyes could actually fall. As I rocked her I thought of the sun. How she had brought me that warmth in the dark of night.