Coming Oct. 15th, Jesse's Homecoming

	Jesse's Homecoming Publisher: eXtasy Books Genre: f/f, western, romance Jesse returns to the ranch to find her lover, Meg, in trouble—raped and beaten by her ex. It's up to Jesse to rescue her and to see that justice is done.  Coming October 15th, to eXtasy Books

Available Now: Memories of a Masochist

Memories of a Masochist
Ebook By Jude Mason
Published by, Darker Pleasures
Published: Sep. 03, 2011
Category: Fiction, erotica, BDSM, fetish 

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Kitten was nineteen when her father married her off to an older man. Tom was almost thirty, but he was good and strong, and taught her everythings she knew about love...and about the wonderful things he could do to her with just the right amount of pain.

Each year that passed was better than the first, their adventures in his dungeon filled with experiments in bondage and erotic torment. She loved being his Kitten, his masochist. And as the years went on, she loved the memories almost as much as making them.

Finding Home, by Jude Mason

Finding Home

By Jude Mason
Publisher: Phaze
ISBN: 978-1-60659-529-9

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Blurb:

Handsome, blond, Jacob Cob was on a hunting trip that takes him beyond anything he could have imagined. While tracking an animal, he steps into what he believes is a cave only to wake up a thousand years in the past. Taken in by a native band, a young warrior offers him shelter and friendship. Jacob begins to learn the ways of the band, and soon finds himself falling for Tsaskwana, or Bird Song, a lovely native woman.

Still he searches for a way home. Every spare moment he has, he wanders the forest, trying to find that cave, to no avail.

Will his white man ways ruin his chance at happiness? Will Bird Song win his heart? Will he accept this new home and these people as his?

Content: Time travel, voyeurism, m/f sex

Excerpt:

"Good. Let us go inside then." Howling Wolf released his shoulder and entered the lodge.

Jacob followed. The interior was dim, but a fire roared in the center of the large room. His pallet lay on the far side, Wolf's and his lady's on the near side. It took only a few moments for his eyes to become accustomed, and that's when he saw both women were waiting for them.

Each woman knelt on a pallet: Bird Song on his, Little Dove on Wolf's. Over the fire between them, a large pot steamed, and the smell of fish soup permeated the air.

"You are hungry?" asked Little Dove, her face turned toward Wolf.

"Yes, I'm hungry. I'm starving," he replied and sank to his knees on the hide covered floor. Crawling toward her, he growled, like the wolf he'd been named after.

Jacob watched for only a moment as the big man neared his lover, his growls turning to moans of lust the closer he got. When he reached his hand out and touched her leg, she yelped as if burned, and threw her arms around his neck.

Tearing his eyes from the playful pair, he turned his focus on Bird Song, the maiden who'd trapped his heart from the first day he'd entered the village. She had positioned herself in the middle of his bed: her hide leggings removed and her footwear atop them at the bottom. She'd combed out her long raven black hair and cascaded down her back in a luscious waterfall of softness.

He quickly bent and removed his leather boots. Then, straightening, he skinned out of his soft leather jerkin before going toward her. They'd had many clandestine meetings, but until that moment, they'd never actually shared a bed. His excitement warred with his desire to take his time. He'd never been so concerned about pleasing a woman before. Bird Song was different—innocent maybe, but with an old soul, if that made any sense.

He felt her eyes on him, wandering over his chest and belly, traveling lower to where his erection pushed against the supple leather of his breech cloth. Each step forward shifted the head of his cock against it, and finally he shuddered from the extraordinary stimulation. He stopped when he was directly in front of her.

"It would seem we don't have to wait for our own lodge to be built," he murmured sliding his hand along her cheek to her chin, and lifting it. Her eyes found his, and she smiled.

"It would seem you're more than a little pleased at that," she countered, forcing her chin down, but only enough for her to focus on his erection. Her hand followed, sliding along his thigh and upward. She cupped the swell of his balls, gently massaging them, forcing a moan from deep inside him. Deftly, with her free hand, she unfastened the leather thongs holding his breech cloth together.

"Yes, I'm very pleased." He released her chin, only to move his hand to the tie holding her jerkin together. With a quick tug, the leather thong came loose and the front of her garment opened. The gentle slope of her breast drew his eyes and took his breath. He hungered for her. Her hand on him drove him on. His fingers trembled when he pushed them beneath the leather covering her shoulder. Pushing it away, he watched it slide down her arm and moved his hand to the other side. Another push, and a little urging, unveiled her upper body to him. The puckered tips of her breasts pointed at him, their dark points like beacons in the flickering firelight.

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Flash Fiction Friday

A Mouthful of Memories

© Jude Mason

"Pull over John, please."

"What, here?"

"Yeah here."

"Okay, now wha…"

"Mm, it's been years since we did this. Hold still; let me get your jeans down."

"Hey, whoa woman, let me get my…"

"Get what?"

"Nu-uthen. God, your mouth feels so hot."

"Ummhmm."

"Oh yeah, just like that. You suck better'n anyone, San. Ah - deeper - yeah like that. Oh please - please."

"You like, baby?"

"You know I do. You got me hornier'n a three peckered toad. More, babe, I'm so close. Ah - yesss!"

"Damn - Cops! Zip up. Wonder if it's the same one?"

New release: Feral Heat, by Jamie Hill and Jude Mason

Feral Heat

The first book in the Untamed Hearts Trilogy
Jude Mason & Jamie Hill

Publisher: Total E-Bound

Genre: Paranormal/ Shapeshifter/ Ménage/ MMF

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The female's scent is highly arousing, even to a cougar closely mated to his male partner. But Kai is no ordinary cougar. He's a changeling, sometimes a highly sexed human, and sometimes an even friskier cat. He mounts the seductive Sable, unaware of her mission and exactly what he's preparing to lose.

The talisman amulet has kept the cougar clan at peace for generations. When it's stolen Kai and his mate, the handsome Aric, set out on a journey to recover it. Meeting treachery and deception at every turn, the duo are forced to battle not only for the peace of the cougar clans, but for their very survival, and the life of their newfound love, Sable.

Excerpt:

Chapter One
Nuzzling her long, slender neck, Kai inhaled the scent he’d followed ever since entering the clan cave—the sweet, musky, deeply disturbing and arousing smell of female. He licked the nape of her neck, unable to resist the temptation. His thoughts raced. Who was this gorgeous creature? Why hadn’t he noticed her before? How fast could he get her to his bed of lush furs? The warmth of the talisman on his chest seemed strange, out of place in this rutting, and he pushed the warning aside. Lost in a sea of lust, he wanted her, needed her more than he remembered ever needing a female before, and that too was strange.

“Mm, I like that,” she murmured, thrusting her pelvis more firmly against his thigh.

Kai reached around her, sliding his hands down over the firm swell of her arse. He was hard, painfully so, and ached to get her alone where he could hopefully take advantage of her lusty behaviour and his throbbing cock. Nipping at her neck, he tightened his grip on her arse and lifted her smaller frame off the floor. Staggering a step, he steadied himself and took the half dozen paces to his private chamber. Inside, free from prying eyes, he lowered her onto the soft pile of hides strewn across the dim corner.

“A gorgeous creature like you should be cherished,” he whispered huskily. “I can think of many things you might like. Perhaps you’ll tell me what pleasures you most.” Tearing at his vest, he tossed it aside and quickly unfastened the belt and buttons holding up his pants. It was only when he tried to kick them off that he realised he’d neglected to remove his soft-soled boots, and he dropped to the bed. He worked them off and was naked but for the leather thong around his neck.

She tossed her long dark hair over her shoulders and smiled down at him, a touch of wistfulness in her eyes. “Anything you want to do will be perfect, Kai.”

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Coming, April 30th, Scorpio Tattoo

Scorpio Tattoo

By Jude Mason

Publisher: Phaze

Available, April 30, 2007


Blurb:

A tattoo is one of the most personal art forms that can adorn the flesh of a human. What happens when women are kidnapped and tattooed? What happens when those women die? And, what happens when the tattooist isn't alive? Jonathan Rorke searches for the answer these questions and others when his psychic talents lead him to the latest victim. Jessica Crane, latest victim, and the only one who's still alive. Why? Together, Jonathan and Jess have to find out who and why she's being tattooed, before her tattoo is finished and she becomes casualty number three.

Excerpt

Jonathan reached out with his senses, trying to feel if there was anything for her to be concerned about. Warmth, quiet, nothing unusual, but he could sense the memory was with her.

"Your room, please," she whispered.

He turned and without a word, took her to his room. A flick of the switch bathed the room in a bright wash of light. "I'll find you something to wear, just a sec," he said and went to his dresser. He rummaged around for a moment, and came up with a white cotton tank he figured would be long enough. Holding it up, he said, "Instant nightgown. What do you think?"

A smile played at the corners of her mouth and she reached out for the makeshift gown. "Bit short, don't you think," she said, holding it up against herself. The hem came to just below her crotch.

"Uh, yeah, but it's all I could come up with on short notice," he countered playfully. "I like it, if that counts."

She managed a soft chuckle. "Yeah, it does."

His smile broadened. "You get into that and I'll light a fire. Sound fair?"

"Yes, please. I've always dreamed of having a fireplace in my bedroom." She turned away and he watched her fumbling at her chest, unfastening buttons no doubt, and he moved to the fireplace.

"You can thank the ancestor who designed this place. Although, back then, these fireplaces were the only heat this place had, no such thing as central heating or furnaces." He kept a supply of wood ready in the woodbin beside the fireplace. He dug around until he found enough kindling to ensure it'd start smoothly, crumpled up a couple of pages of last weeks newspaper and set it in the wood cradle. He laced the cedar kindling across the paper, and then added a few small pieces of well dried maple. All the while, he kept hearing the rustle of her undressing and getting into the tank top he'd found. He was determined not to turn around, not to watch her, but the lust built and he was ready to chew nails by the time he'd put a match to the paper.

"Mm, nice."

Her voice came from right behind him. He let his senses run free and felt her there. He shuddered when he encountered a knot of excitement in her. Deep in her belly, another fire kindled much like the one he'd just set alight. She was aware of it, yet was unable to let it flare up—afraid perhaps that she was moving too fast. He felt her need to slow things down and he was determined to give her the time she needed.

"Why thank you, ma'am," he joked and turned around. His breath caught. She looked incredible. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Clearing his throat, he tried again, "Y-you're beautiful."

She blushed. The tank top fit her like a second skin; its low-cut U-neck barely covered her nipples. It didn't matter though, because they were clearly visible through the material, as puckered and erect as they had been when they'd made love. The hem of the shirt was just long enough to keep her decent, but he was below her. There was no escaping the sight of those few tendrils of black curls. Nor would he have wished there to be.

A stirring in his jeans, and the sudden moan he hadn't realized was coming, was sure to let her know how he felt.

"Thank you," she said, and crossed her arms under her breasts.

"You cold?" he asked, rising to retrieve his robe.

"No, the fire will get going soon. I'm fine."

"Why don't you climb into bed? I'll crawl in and lay with you."

'Okay," she murmured and turned her back on him.

The rear view was as good as the frontal. Soft, lush curves and long, shapely legs were a major weakness of his, and she had them in abundance. Her shoulders were a little wider than most women's, making her waist appear even slimmer. Her flared hips were perfectly wide and
her ass taut. And, from memory, he knew it was soft and she loved to have it stroked.

He was so lost in thought, that at first he didn't realize she'd climbed onto the bed and was sitting watching him. It wasn't until he sensed her passion rise that he focused on her. He was sure he blushed then.

"Penny for your thoughts," she said, and smiled.

He thought, what the hell, and asked, "You sure you want to know?" Cocking her head to the side, she looked at him as if judging what might happen. "Yeah, I want to know."

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