Tease Me Thursday

I blame Chris Musgrave for this post. Hunt him down if it’s too much for you to handle and you need to vent your anger on someone. ehehehe.

****Warning: May cause your heart to explode and make you want to tear your hair out.****

The fog curled around her legs like a cat begging for attention. She glanced up at the neon sign glowing in the dim alley, and a smile crossed her lips making the scar bisecting them pinch and tingle. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the cigarette to the ground. Tonight, that bastard would pay for what he’d done.


That’s all you get. Chris dared me to put a one sentence teaser, but I gave you a paragraph. Do you want me to continue this one next week? If so, then tell me…who is she looking for? (There’s no right or wrong answer here, I want your input to give me a direction for the story.)

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

May I present…your teaser for the week. Enjoy. 😉

********Warning: Elevator Fantasy Ahead ********

Sandra dashed for the elevator just as the doors started to slide closed. “Hold the elevator, please!” She huffed and puffed from running across the small lobby. The doors closed with a silent thud. “Figures,” she said, pressing the up button and leaning against the frame waiting for it to return.

“Maybe you should take the stairs?” a voice echoed behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder and scowled at the man wearing a three piece suit and carrying a smart, leather messenger bag. Her gaze narrowed on his piercing blue eyes and thin tight smile as he scanned her from head to toe. Sandra stared at the man before her who failed miserably to hide his obvious disapproval.

“Rude.” She murmured under her breath and turned her back to him.

The door slid open again, and she stepped into the elevator. He entered the car behind her, pressed his floor number, and leaned against the wall. Fifth floor, just below hers. Makes sense why she’d never seen him before. Part of her hoped she’d never see him again, especially if he was prone to making judgmental statements and lacked all forms of common civility. She sighed as she pressed her floor number, and the doors slid closed.

Sandra opened the letter in her hand and scanned the contents as the elevator slowly rose. It slammed to a halt, and the lights flickered before extinguishing completely.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Her words elicited a laugh from the man standing behind her. She turned to him. “Haha, real funny.”

He picked up his cell phone and turned on the light. The shadows on his face sharpened his features. She sucked in a breath as his gaze met hers. “I told you to take the stairs.”

“Wait, you knew this was going to happen?” She approached him and swung her purse at him. “You ass!”

“I have this effect on elevators, and women it seems.” His lopsided smile made her heart tumble in her chest.

She whacked him with her purse again for good measure then collapsed against the wall, banging her head repeatedly to punish herself for not taking the stairs. She’d thought he had been making a snide comment about her weight. Too sensitive, her brother had always said. Truth. She’d always been aware of her curves, believing they’d been a curse. The heat rose in her cheeks, and she turned away from the man. It didn’t matter if it was dark in the elevator, she didn’t want him to see her blush.

“Do you have signal in here?” he asked, breaking the silence.

Sandra pulled out her cell and unlocked it. “Nothing.” She held it up for him to see.

“Loki fangirl are you?” He chuckled.

She slipped the phone back into her pocket. “Yeah, what do you care?”

“Well, your screen background can tell you a lot about a person.” He grinned.

“Really? Please enlighten me, oh wise one.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t become you.” He touched her sweatshirt. “Neither do baggy clothes.”

She jerked out of his reach. “What does my screen have to do with who I am?”

“It tells me quite a bit about you actually.” He stepped closer, pressing her against the wall.

“You’re full of it.” She wanted to push him away, but her body froze, rooted to the spot. His warmth and the scent of his cologne enveloped her. “Tell me then, smart ass. What does my Loki screen tell you about me?”

“You like mystery, action, and crave adventure.” His hand braced against the wall beside her head. “It also means you prefer mischief and the darker side.” He leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Tell me, Sandra, are you hiding a dark side?”


Hope you’re thoroughly teased now. You like or no?

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

Here’s a fresh teaser for you guys this week…inspired by a pic I found online.

****WARNING: BDSM elements, Domme, sub, and a bit of rough play.

He hesitated before entering the studio apartment. When he finally stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind him, I approached him slipping my arm around his waist and sliding the deadbolt home.

What happened here was between the two of us, I wasn’t about to share him with anyone. His sharp inhale at the contact struck a chord of lust and sent it reverberating through my body. The dim lighting reflected in his eyes as I looked up at him. They shifted from green to blue and dilated. I pressed against him savoring the hard feel of his body against mine and the smell of his aftershave.

“You shaved.” I brushed my fingertips along his jaw and pressed them to his full lips when he opened his mouth to reply. The words died in his throat. He nodded instead.

“Did I give you permission to do that?”

He shook his head.

“I can’t hear you.” I leaned closer forcing him to meet my gaze. My left hand rested on his chest, the other hovered over his lips.

“No, Mistress.” His brow arched and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. The sparkle of mischief in his eyes emboldened me.

“We discussed this before.” My fingers traced his sharp jawline. I tangled my fingers in the mass of dark curls lying against his collar and tugged his head back with a sharp jerk. He dropped to his knees in an instant, his eyes still locked on mine, the heat simmering in their depths. “I told you not to shave this week.”

“My apologies, Mistress.” His deep baritone made me shiver. I loved the way he called me mistress, like it was a prayer and a curse all combined in a loving caress.

“If you’re not going to follow the rules—” I slid both my hands into his hair. “—how do you expect me to follow them.” His chest rested against my hips and torso. If I released his hair, he could bury his face in my cleavage, but I wasn’t ready to give him what he wanted. He came to me because he wanted my domination. I would give him what he wanted, but it would be on my terms. “Did you do it on purpose to garner punishment?”

His defiant gaze never wavered. “Yes, Mistress.” I tugged both fistfuls of hair. He moaned, his body arching against me.

“You want to touch me, don’t you?” I released my grip and stroked the back of his head with my fingertips.

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered as his eyes drifted closed.

I bent down and whispered in his ear. “Only when I’ve made you beg for it.”


Comments always welcome. What do you think?

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

This week you get to see the Western side of me. *wink* This story has been brewing for a while. I think it’s gonna be good.

*******WARNING:  Seduction and cowboys. Dangerous combination. ************

“You want me,” she said, her seductive voice slipping from her lips like her chemise straps from her shoulders.

“Lou, I don’t think…” he sputtered and swallowed the selling arousal, beating it into submission. All that did was flash images of her bare behind bent over his lap.

“Think what, Colt. Think you can tame me?” She took a step closer, the chemise clinging to her breasts like a whispered prayer. Reaching out, she traced her fingertip over his jaw down to feather over his lower lip.

“You’re drunk, Lou.” He steeled himself against the seductive allure of her touch.

“Aren’t you? I know you matched me. Shot for shot.”

He scoffed. “I have a higher tolerance for whiskey than you do. Stop, now, before you do something you’ll regret in the morning.” Pushing her hand from his face, he gripped her wrist savoring the silken skin beneath his fingers.

She stared at her wrist in his hand. Glancing up, she met his eyes, tears welling up.

“You…” she murmured. “You don’t want me?”

“Damn it, Lou.” He dropped her hand and stood so quickly, she stumbled back, collapsing into a chair. He raked a hand through his hair when the tears spilled silently over her cheeks.

“Darlin’, don’t cry.” He knelt beside her, placing his hand on hers.

She jerked it away, covering her face with her hands.

“Go,” she whispered so softly Colton almost missed it.

“I don’t…”

“I said leave, damn it!” she screamed, as the sobs started.

“Okay, I’m going.” Colton rose and strode to the door. He paused, hand on the knob listening to the soft hiccuping cry. “I’m sorry,” he said, barely looking over his shoulder. Once he was outside with the door closed behind him, he ground his teeth. Seeing her in pain was more than he could bear. What bothered him was her reaction to his refusal. He would never take advantage of her in an intoxicated state and she would appreciate that. Wouldn’t she?

He mussed his hair some more.

Colton wanted her more than anything else in the world. Always had, even when they were wild children. He always loved Louise, loved her enough to know when to walk away.


I hope you enjoyed this one. Leave your thoughts in the comments.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

My teaser for you this week comes from a little fantasy I’ve had for years. Not sure where it’s going yet, but I would LOVE to finish it and find out.

**********WARNING: Naughty thoughts about professors lie ahead. Proceed with caution.*********


Lexie sat in the over-sized leather armchair facing the mahogany desk. Bookshelves lined the walls and towered above her, intimidating and bold. She glanced at the door where a brass name plate gleamed back at her: Professor A. Logan. Lexie shifted in her seat, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes.

“Sorry about that, Alexandra.” A masculine voice echoed from the doorway. “Had to tie up a few loose ends with the other faculty members about our class trip to New York City. Going to be a great trip. You planning on coming?”

She cracked open one eye and looked at him. He looked like a professor. The perfect specimen of a teacher that makes female students squirm during lesson time and pine for one-on-one instruction. Lexie would be the first to admit it; Professor Logan was a prime grade A man. Although she didn’t believe in teacher/student fraternization, she’d break that rule, in a heartbeat. Professor Logan was nothing but professional and courteous. So Lexie kept her lustful musings to herself.

“I was thinking about it actually,” she replied as she sat up and gave him a grin. She’d been told once that her smile was infectious. When he smiled back, she wished it wasn’t. Her heart skipped and stumbled a beat or two, and when it finally caught normal rhythm, she felt a shift of gravity in his direction. His smile was magnetic.

“Payment for the trip is due by Friday,” he said as he sat down behind his desk. “Don’t want you to forget. It’s going to be a fantastic trip.” He locked eyes with her. “I’d hate for you to miss all the fun.” The corner of his lips tilted upward and her heart stopped completely. It was more devastating than the smile. She looked at the bookcase and caught her breath.

Holy hell, I need to get out of here before I make an ass of myself and say something stupid. She gathered her composure and turned her gaze back to him.

“You said there was something you needed to go over with me to receive that final scholarship award?” She hoped that her voice sounded normal but being in this confined space made her more aware of him than ever. Let’s hurry this up, I need to go wring out my panties.

Yes, I have a few questions I need you to answer before I can sign this recommendation for your scholarship.” He stood and walked around his desk then sat down in the chair next to hers. He handed her a clipboard with a few sheets of paper attached.

“Do you have a pen?” she asked, suddenly warm and breathless.

“Take mine.” He handed her his pen, his fingertips grazing hers.

Oh my sweet Jesus! It took all of her willpower not to jump him then and there. He was so close, his cologne swirled around her causing coherent thought to swarm and burst into blurbs of gibberish. Lexie looked down at the paper. She could see words, but no meaning infiltrated her brain.

She could sense him watching her. She forced herself to keep her eyes on the paper in front of her. Lexie tried to read but was distracted by his steady breaths.

“Are you okay, Lexie?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “They’re just standard questions. It’s not a midterm exam.” He chuckled.

She laughed nervously and quickly filled out the forms. At this point she didn’t care what they said. She just needed to get out of his office. His proximity was affecting her brain’s ability to form coherent thought. Lexie handed the paperwork back to him. This time there was no mistaking his hand grazing hers as he took the clipboard for an accident. She looked at him surprised.

“You have very beautiful eyes, Lexie.”

His compliment made her shiver. “Thank you,” she stammered. “I should be going.” She stood, but he was already walking toward the door. He closed it, effectively telling her to stay.

“Professor Logan, I should…” She reached past him for the door handle. His hand closed over hers, and she froze. An electrical current zinged between them, the warmth of his touch made her weak and hungry for more. “I should go.”


I hope you enjoyed this week’s teaser. Please feel free to leave comments.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

Crispin has returned.  Enjoy

No warning today…*wink*


Ruby approached a small cottage tucked near the edge of the clearing, alongside a less traveled road. She hoped Marian was home. There was only one person she could trust, the only person who would understand.

Sliding from the saddle, Ruby tethered the horse to a post outside the cottage. She licked her lips and raised her hand to knock, when the door opened. A pair of friendly hazel eyes set in a wrinkled, well seasoned face met hers.

“Ah, my little gem,” the old woman said with a chuckle. “Come in, child, come in.” She moved aside, welcoming Ruby into her home.

The small cottage held a simplicity and warmth, embracing her as she stepped into the room. A savory stew simmered on the stove, its tantalizing scent curling around her. Her stomach growled in response. She pressed her hand to her middle and glanced at the old woman, embarrassed.

“Sit,” Marian commanded, motioning to the table. She went to the pot hanging over the fire and ladled the steaming stew into a small bowl. Setting it before her, Marian slid into the chair across the table and watched her.

Ruby devoured every morsel. Her full stomach warmed and the warmth infused her whole body. She sighed, contented.

“What happened?” Marian’s tone made her look up at the old woman. Her wise eyes missed nothing it seemed.

“I believe I’ve made a terrible mistake.” Ruby buried her face in her hands. She took a deep breath and then looked at the old woman again. Marian had been there for her years before, when she had been wandering through the forest, cold and alone. The kind woman had taken her in, clothed her, fed her, and then taught her to survive and how to fight. Most importantly, she taught her how to make a difference.

“Well, it could always be worse, you could have gotten caught,” Marian said in an attempt to soothe her. Ruby laughed.

“I rescued a man several nights ago. Saved him from being killed outside a brothel.”

“As I taught you to do, help those who cannot help themselves.”

“It was the prince.” Ruby’s voice trembled. Marian’s eyes widened slightly, her withered hand clenching into a fist and releasing repeatedly. She pressed on. “I gave myself to him.”

Marian’s jaw opened and closed a few times, no sound emerging. With a heavy exhale, she finally found her voice. “You’d better start at the beginning, child.”


Thanks for stopping by. Comments and questions are always welcome.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

This week is another snippet from Crispin’s story. Enjoy.

******NSFW: Graphic descriptions and general bad-assery********


“These dogs have been a menace to the people for far too long, and the King’s men have done nothing to halt their attacks.  They must be dealt with.”

“You believe you are up to the task then?” Cris asked, watching her closely. “Tell me, lovely Ruby, how many men have you killed?”

For a moment, she stared at him, distracted by his compliment, then his question struck her. “Too many,” she said as she fingered the bow at her side.

“Not with an arrow, at a distance,” he said, leaning closer, his gaze rived to hers, his blue eyes piercing her own.  Her heart fluttered and pounded. “I mean looked them in the eye as you plunged the blade in their chest, then watched the life slowly drain from them.”

Ruby opened her mouth to answer but snapped it closed.  The truth was, she hadn’t, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him.  She wasn’t proud of the fact that she’d killed anyone at all, but something in his expression made her want to earn his approval.  But that was ridiculous.  Why should she care what a pompous noble’s son thought of her?  She pressed her lips together.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, the corners of his mouth twisting up. “You haven’t.”

“Does it matter?” she snapped.

“It does.  What if one of your rescues went awry and one of the bandits has you pinned, ready to rape you or worse?  Your bow can’t save you.  Will you let him take you any way he wishes and then steal your last breaths with agony and pain?”

She stared at him, her jaw clenched tight.  “I shall defend myself as necessary.”

“Even if that means slitting his throat?”


His eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you.  I could take a blade to your throat right now and you’d let me live.”

Ruby slapped him, the crack of her palm against his cheek louder than she thought it would be.  His smile widened, his eyes laughing as they focused on her again.  She raised her hands to strike him again, and his hand encircled her wrist.

Within a breath, he was straddling her legs, his hands around both wrists, effectively pinning her against the tree.  She glared at him as he sat on her lap.  Ruby jerked her body, trying to free herself.  His hold tightened.

“Get off of me,” she ground out from between her teeth.

“I told you,” he said, leaning closer so his breath whispered across her cheek. “You couldn’t take me.”

“Let me at my dagger and I shall prove it.” Ruby met his gaze.  Her mind raged at her, screaming at the imminent danger.  It was her body that betrayed her as her back arched toward him, her breasts brushing against his doublet.

“Not today,” he said as his lips claimed hers.  The kiss went straight to her head, pleasure surged through her mingled with anger.  Indecision swirled through her like a whirlpool. The more she fought him, the harder he leaned against her, sliding his body along hers.  Delicious friction played between them.  Sparks of desire ignited inside of her.  Even though she didn’t want him, she wanted what he offered.  A hunger she didn’t even know she had awakened.


Until next week, my wicked darlings.

❤ Jen


Tease Me Thursday

Here’s this weeks teaser. It’s a scene I’m going to use in a novella. A masquerade story set in the 19th century.


******WARNING:  NSFW, I repeat NSFW. Sexy fun time descriptions.************


“Sweet Julia,” he breathed, leaning closer. “Would you do me the honor of your company?”
I open my mouth slightly to protest his charming words, and his lips press down upon mine in a cunning, gentle kiss.

“Come, my lady,” he says, meeting my gaze. “Let us away.”

He takes my hand and leads me to a darkened chamber off to the side of the main ballroom. Once inside, he closes the door and locks it.  His gaze is predatory as he turns and stalks toward me. He pins me up against the wall, his hands framing my body.  His warmth envelops me, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

“What do you wish of me, your grace?” I whisper as he slides his hand up over my hip.

“My lady, I want your beauty for myself.” His breath caresses my lips. I suddenly want to taste him. His hand cups my breast through the gown. I curse the fabric, wanting us skin to skin, with nothing inhibiting his touch. He leans into me, his lean, strong body pressing against me.

I whimper as his lips brush against my jaw. “My lord…I…I….”

“Tonight,” he murmurs between kisses, “you are mine.”

“What about the ball, your father, the guests?” I rasp out as he slowly inches up my skirt. His fingers trail over the silk and velvet, letting the cool air kissing my thighs. I’m overwhelmed with sensation. He lifts his head and looks at me. His blue eyes are the color of midnight.

His fingertips brush against my thigh, sliding up underneath my drawers. When he touches my center, I shiver with anticipation. “You’re so wet. Have you been thinking of me, hoping that I’d notice you?”

“Aye, my lord.” I can barely get the words out as he dips his finger inside of me.

He claims my lips in a punishing kiss.  I taste the wine spiced with desire on his lips as he plunders my mouth.  My hands slip into his hair, wrapping in the curls, tugging.  His kiss is only intensified by the gentle stroking of his hand between my legs.  He slides two fingers inside of me and I cry out against his mouth.  His other hand slides into my bodice, cupping my breast.

I’m about to explode from the onslaught.  His touch ignites a fire of pure desire, coiling deep in my belly.

“Oh, my wicked girl.  Is this what you wanted?” he whispers into my mouth as I gasp with pleasure.

“Aye,” I say on a gasp.

“Would you give yourself to me?  Completely?”


Oh, I’m such a tease. *wink* What did you think?

Tease Me Thursday

Here’s another snippet of Crispin’s story. *wink* Enjoy.

**Warning: Violence**

Crispin stepped down onto the street when suddenly he was surrounded by four men. The two standing to his right and left grabbed his arms, while the third wrapped his arm around his throat from behind. He thrashed against their grasp, but they were huge, hulking beasts. He was out-manned and outmaneuvered. God’sblood, teeth, and bones.

“You and I have unfinished business,” the fourth man said, stepping into the light, allowing Crispin to see his face.

“You bloody bastard,” Crispin swore. “I’ll have your head for this.Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?”

“The ass who stole my whore,” the man said, contempt dripping from his voice. “I don’t give cocks crow who you are.” He threw a punch, and it landed in Crispin’s stomach, knocking the air from his chest. “But you’re gonna pay.”

Crispin jerked, trying to break free, wheezing for breath. The man holding his head released him but stood like a solid wall against his back. He had to defend himself, but they were too strong. Three more blows landed in succession, two to his midsection and one cracking him across the jaw. The pain shot through him as the warm, coppery tang of blood filled his mouth. He spit.

“That the best you got?” Crispin knew it would only enrage the beast more, but he never did learn to back down, even in the most hopeless situations.

The man threw another punch, square in the chest over his heart. Crispin thought his heart stopped with that blow. The world began to spin as he gasped for breath, doubling over.The men still held him steady. Crispin coughed, spewing blood all over the man’s shoes. The assailant grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked his head back. He winced and then narrowed his gaze, refusing to show weakness.

A yelp of pain to his right was followed by his sudden release. A moment later, the second man released him, clutching at his arm. The man behind them backed away, as if sensing something wasn’t right. Crispin stumbled forward, trying to catch his breath. His eyes watered from the pain throbbing in his head.He glanced up and saw the man who had just been hitting him standing as still as a marble statue. Then Crispin saw the arrow protruding from the man’s chest. The man pitched forward and Crispin scrambled out of the way, slamming into the ground.

He lay there, staring up into the starlit night catching his breath. A figure stepped into his view wearing a dark cloak with the hood pulled up.

“You just gonna lay there and bleed?”


That’s all for this week. Stay wicked my friends.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

This week I present another little gem created from a writing exercise that waits for it’s own full story.  Short and sweet.

**Warning: Not sexy, unless you’re into that kinda kink. **

Writing prompt was:  There’s nothing like the smell of…


There’s nothing like the smell of blood and decay as I wade through the filth that is my life. The giant steps I take, stepping over the bodies and decapitated heads, gives me an adrenaline rush. The coppery twang and the odor of rotting meat reaches my nose. It smells like victory.

I did this. Me. With my own two hands, I created this carnage. A grim smile touches my lips. I inhale deeply filling my lungs with the stench and the power.

Today I was a god, taking the lives of those less deserving of life. By facing me they forfeit their right to breathe. Their right to walk this world.

I am the reaper of their souls.

Why, you ask?

Because I can.


I was having a dark day. It just came spilling out. I have no idea what the story is behind that snippet, but I know some people who would sell their souls to find out.

❤ Jen