Mondays are always a little stressful. Lucky for us, we’ve
got K Webster here to make us smile, if only for a few moments. Welcome!
SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this
book.
KW: Queen Whitestone is a dying, frigid, and cruel queen.
As you begin to unravel her character, you realize beneath her cold exterior,
she loves hard and will do anything to protect those people. She endures a lot
of terrible things and betrayal, but grows stronger as the story continues
while she unearths her true potential.
SC: Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have
an experience you can share?
KW: I’m convinced there are aliens who like to mess with us
humans. Like dreams, for instance. I think the aliens are using our dreams to
study us hahaha. They keep leveling up my dreams and they get more and more
complicated. I’m certain I’m their favorite test subject.
SC: Ah, it’s been a while since I’ve talked aliens on this
blog. Are you an experiencer? But I digress. What titles are you working on now
that you can tell us about?
KW: Currently, I’m writing a dystopian MM teen romance on
Wattpad called Crux Year and a dark MC MM book called Dragon. Both are
action-packed and exciting!
SC: Terrific. Thanks for dropping in. Let’s take a look at
your novel now.
Spicy Excerpt:
“Shhh, my lover,” he whispers against the place that aches for him. “I want to make you scream.”
The burn of his finger as it reaches into my depths has hot tears rolling down my temples.
Despite the pain he’s causing, he’s not doing it cruelly. I soon learn his probing has purpose. Within me, he finds a place that seems to throb for his touch. When he presses against it, I lose all sense of reality. I jolt off the bed, let out a scream of pleasure, and spin in the dark fog of ecstasy. It isn’t until I hear him chuckling that I come to. I blink open my eyes to see that his hair is dusted in snow and the entire room glows light blue. The fire has been snuffed out of the fireplace.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he says, sliding his finger from within me and giving me a playful wink that has my womb clenching with need.
Instead of replying to his remark, knowing I’m not going anywhere until he allows it, I track him as he makes his way over to the fireplace. Both of his hands glow orange-red and he kneels at the hearth. A hot flash bursts through the room as he ignites the fire again. Then, he stands and begins shedding his clothes. I can’t help but drink in his perfect form.
Broad shoulders. Muscular chest. Strong arms.
He pushes his trousers down and his cock bobs out eagerly. I’m fixated on it. I’ve never seen one up close. Sure, I’ve seen the Eyes of the White men pissing outside before, but never have I seen one that looks like this. It bounces as he prowls my way, a bead of wetness glistening from the tip. His balls hang heavy beneath his impressive length.
“What, snowflake?” he teases as he crawls onto the bed. “Would you like to take a closer look?”
He knows me better than I know myself.
Rather than denying it, I simply nod. His eyes widen a fraction before he straddles my naked body with his powerful thighs. Slowly, he makes his way up the bed until he’s practically sitting on my breasts. He grabs his cock with one of his strong hands and leans forward. His other hand clutches my bound ones, his thumb caressing me gently.
“Care for a taste, Cold Queen?”
I lick my lips. “Don’t tease.”
He arches a brow and chuckles. “As you wish.”
The tip of his cock is brought to my lips and he runs it back and forth along my bottom one. I dart out my tongue and seek out the wetness to see what he tastes like. Salty and masculine. My tongue circles the soft crown of his cock, eager to learn more of him. He groans in a way that makes me ache for him. I don’t understand his power over me, but I’d gladly yield to him over and over again. I crave to be at his will. Desperate to taste more of him, I wrap my lips around him, loving the hiss that escapes him.
“You’ve earned the title of Punisher,” he growls. “You’ll tease me to madness, my queen.”
My queen.
I run my tongue along the underside of his length, craving to make him weak for me despite me being the one bound and beneath him. He allows me to taste him a moment longer before he jerks away from me.
Pure fury contorts his handsome face.
Did I do something wrong?
A chill races down my spine as he slowly slides back down the bed, his angry eyes never leaving mine.
“What did I do wrong?” I demand in a whisper.
The fierce look softens. “Absolutely nothing.”
“What then?”
He wrenches my thighs apart. “You were about to finish things early and I’d like to be deep inside you when that happens.”
My erratic heart slows at his words. I didn’t do anything wrong because I did it exactly right. Pride has confidence returning as he settles between my legs. I dig my heels into his back, urging him closer to me. His hot cock slides through the fine hair of my sex, teasing me.
“Will you do this with my sister once you’ve had your fill?” I mutter, trying and failing to keep the hurt from my voice.
Instead of answering me, he leans forward to take my mouth with his. I taste the muskiness of myself. I’m curious and distracted from what he’s doing down south until his thickness is pushing into me brutally. A loud sob rips from me as he drives deep inside. The singe of hair can be smelled as he releases me from my bindings. His fingers dive into my hair and he doesn’t move an inch.
“Look at me, my beautiful, sweet queen,” he commands, his voice gruff.
I blink away tears and find his intense, amber stare. My bottom lip wobbles and he presses a soft kiss to it.
“Hear me and hear me well.” His brows furrow as he regards me. “I only want you.”
My heart flutters in my chest. “This hurts, Ryke.”
“I’ve taken your innocence, snowflake. It’s a brutal matter. But soon, your body will adjust to mine. You’ll realize we fit together perfectly.” His lips urge mine to part and he kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine in a gentle way. “The ache will fade and the fire will ignite. Burn with me, my queen.”
He distracts me with another kiss as he slides out of me. Then, with another hard thrust of his hips, he drives back into me. I moan against his mouth. The pain is contorting into an unusual sense of pleasure. Even though he hurts me, I like being impaled by him. I’ve never been this close to another person. It’s surreal. Bordering on magical. I fear I might wake from a dream at any moment and this entire encounter with Ryke will have been a dream.
Then I’d be back to the lonely cold.
Sad and fading.
A dying queen.
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