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March | 2013 | Pressing Flesh

Archive for March 2013

Lethal Obsession: Erotica by Sexy Author Shandra Miller

LETHAL OBSESSION

Synopsis

 

Angela Martin is like everyone else. She wants acceptance. Love. Passion.

For five years she’s lived with the pain of knowing her husband cheats on her. She’s dealt with the heart-rending rejection by rebuilding her life around her work, becoming the first woman detective in the history of the Moose Creek, N.C., police department.

Then she stumbles upon him. A man who reawakens desire, who makes her feel more alive than she believed possible by pulling her into a world of bondage and dominance, devotion and trust taken to a new level, fear mingling with desire, a craving stronger than any drug.

Soon women start turning up dead in Moose Creek, bound and tortured, tied in ways that Angela finds startling familiar. Angela’s heart tells her that her newfound love cannot be the killer, her detective instincts tell her otherwise, and her obsession with this new lifestyle draws her back to him, even at the risk of her life.

LETHAL OBSESSION is a tale of sex and bondage, love and fear, desire and suspicion, with an ending that will leave you breathless, craving more.

LETHAL OBSESSION is available for purchase during March for an introductory offer of $2.99.

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About Shandra Miller

Shandra is a mid-western gal who left home at 16 and never looked back. Eventually she made her way to Florida, worked for three years as a carnie and another three with a circus — yes, a real, live, honest-to-god circus. Traveled all through the South and Mid-Atlantic, town to town, on the road eight months at a time.

Now she’s a small-town office girl, filing papers, answering the phone. She doesn’t own a cell phone or a TV, she takes long walks at night, lies in the grass in the day time and watches the clouds go by, and she writes erotica. Blazing hot erotica. And mystery stories dripping with lust, sex and suspense.

You can follow Shandra on her blog, Shandra’s Shadow World, on Facebook and on Twitter.

You can also join her March Lethal Obsession Blog Tour — There you’ll find contests and giveaways, and a chance at winning a $20 Amazon gift card and an e-copy of all of her published fiction!

 

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An excerpt from

LETHAL OBSESSION

Angela took a deep breath, exhaled, then opened the door and stepped in.

She felt the blood drain from her face, the strength leave her legs. She stumbled, grabbed the door handle for support. It wasn’t enough. Her knees buckled and she leaned her body against the door jamb. Angela closed her eyes. Do not pass out. Do not lose it. She flinched when a hand touched her shoulder.

“Detective?”

It was Tank, and his voice – his touch – brought Angela back to her senses. She stood straight and turned away, facing back toward the parking lot.

“You okay?” he asked, surprise in his eyes.

Get a grip. Moose Creek was a small town – a fourth of its entire police force stood before Angela – and she was the first woman ever hired outside of a clerical deputy. She had worked hard, taken on all the most difficult cases that managed to spring up in their town, went through the toughest training courses she could find, and it had paid off. Angela had the respect of her chief, even the awe of some of the younger officers, yet she still carried a small chip on her shoulder. Crimes were not supposed to bother her, and she worked hard at showing no reaction….

…Angela braced herself and turned back inside.

Across the room the nude body of a woman hung. Her arms were stretched overhead, wrists bound together and then tied to a metal loop driven into the ceiling. A scarf was tied around her head, acting as a blindfold, and another gagged her, holding what looked to be another balled-up piece of cloth deep in her mouth.

A tremble ran through Angela’s body. Just do your job. She looked around. It was a bare room – bed undisturbed, small cheap desk against one wall, next to a low chest of drawers. On that set a television, blaring some music video channel.

Angela pulled two latex gloves from her pocket and put them on. Carefully, so as to offer minimal disturbance to the scene, she walked across the room, stopping to take the remote from where it set on top of the television. She clicked a button to see what channel it was on, checked to see the last channel it had been on, then clicked the mute button. She turned back to the victim and stepped to her.

Dried mascara lined her face. She had cried. From the look of her face she had cried a lot. Angela struggled to focus, to think, flashbacks playing through her head, the feeling of dread, of helplessness, of seeing nothing but darkness, hearing nothing but the sound of her own muffled voice and the slap of leather against her body.

Angela stepped around behind the woman – red marks crisscrossed her buttocks, the back of her legs, a couple snaking their way around her hip to the front. Angela felt faint, ghost-pain stings from her own butt surfacing in her mind. And, despite her fear, and revulsion of what she was now investigating, from somewhere inside she felt…arousal at the memory of her own experience….

In the Office After Dark

At the last job I had, my boss was a woman who was pretty hot, about ten years older than me, but just never friendly from day one.  I don’t know what it was, but I never hated her, she just kind of wanted to be hated.  I worked in a tech support job where we answered phones from angry customers all day, and there were some perks but it really could drone on.  My direct manager Cindy was divorced, definitely pretty, with very brown eyes and she just was not a person who talked a lot, or looked for ultimatums in any fashion.  We worked on a line of five people and when she left at five pm every night I stayed until 9pm.  I did enjoy the way she looked in her pleated skirts and whenever I made small talk with her it was so forced, she just really had no finesse at all so I shrugged it off and continued to work as best I could.  She would not cross my mind for days at a time but sometimes when she would lead group meetings on how to do our job better she would get a little stern, and stressed and it was really appealing to me when her cleavage would pop out just a bit and she would use the pointer on the overhead projector.

Over the next 9 weeks or so summer hit and we took on a new client, the workload increased and we hired two new employees.  I hardly ever talked to Cindy, I was good at my job, and the moments when I hated it most, she was gone at night, and I just tried to kick back and wait until I got home to crack a few beers and forget about the day.  One day she came over to my desk and was just leaning up against it for a very long time.  It was at a peak volume of call hour and she just started slowly rubbing her hand along my back right in front of everyone.  Cindy was one of those women that some people probably thought wasn’t sexy but then all of a sudden at certain times became the sexiest thing you have seen.  As soon as she started rubbing my back, I instantly became hard and I honestly did not want to have sex with her, I just felt uncomfortable because all of my fellow teammates were witnessing this.

They were vaguely entertained, but still plodded on.  She then sat on my desk, kicked her shoes off and just started making small talk about the weekend and said that she really liked my collared shirt.  This kind of attention was really irresistible, she had switched from being a touch crass and all about business to just letting the spring bloom and not giving a crap about work stats or anything.  It was the first time I had really seen her laugh, and not seem so introverted.  I had never been in a position at work where I had a boss interested in me, and there was no alcohol, no social lubrication, just a workplace where people get stressed and her body looming above and beside me.  This was one instance where I barely knew someone, and they were already kind of up on me and there was nothing other than body chemistry, she seemed a bit awkward and contempt, but still utterly sexy.

She whispered to me that she was going to come back and check on the web server and the happenings around the office at 9pm.  There would only be one other person in the small building at that time, on their way out.  It was really interesting to watch her transform with the oncoming spring, she was just all giggles and obviously may have been getting ready to leave this job for all the crap they piled on her with unforgiving clients.  At that instant all I pictured was leaving the incoming callers forever and bending her over the desk, hiking her skirt up high with her panties down around her knees, or her slowly stripping while I sat in my office chair.

During the next three hours I was like a nervous wreck, and paid no attention to the calls I got, just giving them the usual spiel and business runaround.  Was she just up for flirting, or sex? For someone that I saw every day and used to not think about much, after her sitting up on my desk wiggling her feet around with crossed legs while she talked to me, all I could think about was her ripping her clothes off.  It had been a while since I had sex, and if this was going to happen, I was probably even willing to lose my job over it.  She had very dark black hair, and reminded me of a hot woman from the 1960s.  It was the curve in her hairstyle, and the sexy slit in her dresses.  I had a huge boner just thinking about her even sitting on my lap.

Well she did arrive at 9:00 PM, and the other worker in the building was gathering her things and getting ready to leave for the night.  Since it was nice out, we sat for about 15 minutes on the picnic bench outside.  She put her hand on my knee, and the feel of her fingernails gently circulating my leg was very stimulating.  I thought maybe we would go for a drive, but she insisted on going back inside.  It seemed like she really did want to pretend that something was wrong with the computer system at work.  Once we were inside, she took me to a small closet where the computer servers were.  She started talking about the way that the data came down and the way that the clients provided us information.  All of a sudden, she kissed me and squeezed my ass hard with both hands.  While we were making out, we slowly walked backwards into the waiting area, where there was a couch for clients and interviewees to wait.  She unbuttoned her blouse, and took off her bra.  She took off my shirt, and my pants.  She needed no priming and was already wet inside.

As she stuck me inside of her, she leaned forward; her tits were up close to my neck, and nibbled on my ear a bit.  As some couches are uncomfortable, this one was easy for her to put both hands on the shoulder rests and ride me.  In her experience she was the best that I had had on top, and there was more leeway for pleasurable sensations while she rode me.  I actually lasted quite a while, and the muscles in my back were beginning to tense up.  Her best feature was her legs, and they firmly squeezed me while she rode.  I came all at once inside of her, and I will never know if she did, because someone was buzzing at the door that had the wrong address! They did not see us because the blinds were down, but it was kind of nerve wracking.  I never saw her again even though she had access to my phone number; I guess she didn’t feel like calling me.  It seems that she turned the security camera off, but there was ANOTHER one she didn’t realize.  So the secretary or someone got quite an eyeful the next morning and we were both fired.  I was unemployed four about 8 long weeks after that, but… It was kind of worth it.  I only regret that I was not able to bend her over one of the desks there.  Some things happen quickly, and you take what’s offered to you when you can.  Thinking back on it, it was kind of a nice end release for a job I didn’t really enjoy.

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