The Saucy Wenches Book Club

“She liked a very particular kind of plot: the sort where the pirate kidnaps some virgin damsel, rapes her into loving him, and then dispatches lots of seamen while she polishes his cutlass. Or where the Highland clan leader kidnaps some virginal English Rose, rapes her into loving him, and then kills entire armies of Sassenachs while she stuffs his haggis. Or where the Native American warrior kidnaps a virginal white settler, rapes her into loving him, and then kills a bunch of colonists while she whets his tomahawk. I hated to get Freudian on Linda, but her reading patterns suggested some interesting insight into why she is such a bitch.”
~ Nicole Peeler, Tempest Rising

As if to hammer home to me just how much I wasn't meant to be there, my helmet kept slipping down over my eyes, and I really, really needed to pee. While I knew it was just my nerves, that didn't matter.

If I pee my pants I am going to be so pissed, I thought...

~ Nicole Peeler, Tempest's Legacy

I knew I was fairly pathetic, but was I really so pathetic?

Probably, replied my inner voice, snarkily.

Bite me, I thought. Followed quickly by, I really gotta stop talking to myself.

~ Nicole Peeler,
Tempest Rising

“She liked a very particular kind of plot: the sort where the pirate kidnaps some virgin damsel, rapes her into loving him, and then dispatches lots of seamen while she polishes his cutlass. Or where the Highland clan leader kidnaps some virginal English Rose, rapes her into loving him, and then kills entire armies of Sassenachs while she stuffs his haggis. Or where the Native American warrior kidnaps a virginal white settler, rapes her into loving him, and then kills a bunch of colonists while she whets his tomahawk. I hated to get Freudian on Linda, but her reading patterns suggested some interesting insight into why she is such a bitch.” 

~Nicole Peeler, Tempest Rising

"But I want to know important things," I said, gazing deep into his eyes, "For example… what you like." 
I undulated my hips against his as I said the last bit, before leaning forward to nip, very gently, at the soft flesh of his ear lobe. "I want to know what turns you on." His big hands flexed on my hips as I breathed over the shell of his ear, letting him feel my breasts press against his chest as I kept my hips moving. 
"I want to know how to make my puppy growl."
With that I kissed him hard on the mouth, raking my nails gently down over his T-shirt covered back.
"Bad girl," he rumbled, as he used his strength to topple me backward and his earth magic to cushion our weight as he landed on top of me.
"This isn’t letting me get to know you," I pointed out, as his mouth found that place on the side of my neck that made me whimper.
"Oh gods, Jane, the answer to all those questions is you. You turn me on; you’re what I want; yo…