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Anyone else in the mood for a HAWT teaser? ABEL’S OBSESSION by @AuthorLynnBurke

A young man of religious fervor and self-control, Abel Beiler is finally about to sink into his obsession, Dani-Lyn…hold on tight and enjoy. *wink*

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I stood between her spread, trembling thighs. Pink flushed her chest, eyes half-lidded, hair tangled, arms overhead and shaking like her legs…

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all of my life,” I said, wrapping my hand around my cock. Looking down, I realized my shirt hindered my view. Taking care not to rip my gut shirt, I undid the buttons and pushed it off my shoulders.

My cock bobbed mere inches away from the mystery I had contemplated and dreamed of for years.

“Please take me, Abel,” Dani said, her gaze flitting over my upper body. “You’ve proven you’re an oak, but I need you. Now.”

“W-what about protection?”

“I’m on the pill and clean as a whistle. Now get your cock inside of me. Please.”

Grasping her knees and pressing them wide again, I stepped close, dropping my attention to the distance closing between our bodies.

I waited for the span of three heartbeats. Waited for the voice I had always begged to hear commanding me to stop, but only Dani’s “please” rang in my ears.

The head of my cock brushed against her wetness, my own pre-cum adding to the slickness easing my way in as I pressed forward, inch by slow inch, teeth grit to keep from exploding.

Tight. Hot.

“Holy … fuck.” I groaned. Nothing at all like my hand, nothing I could ever have imagined—fifty times better.

Seated deep inside of her, I held still and inhaled a deep breath. I could stay here forever.

Dani fidgeted beneath me. “Move, Abel. Please.”

I backed out, relishing every sensation of her body clutching at my cock, flutters attacking my chest, heartbeat thumping in my ears … weakness in my knees. My attention glued to my cock as I withdrew to the tip, our combined arousal coating every inch. I pushed back in faster than the first time.

“Fuck,” I ground the word out again as Dani clamped hard around me.

She propped up on her elbows, watching same as I did where our bodies connected. “So fucking hot. God damn, I knew you would feel this amazing inside of me.”

I pulled out and thrust deep, our combined moans edging me toward losing the self-control I held onto with a loosening grip. Slamming into her over and over again, I lost my focus to the tightness gripping my cock—how perfect she felt—how I wanted to see my cum leaking from her pussy.

“So tight.” I groaned, words pouring from me unheeded. “So sorry … so wrong, but I need. Need.”

“Harder.” She gasped and lay back again, arms overhead and grasping at the bed linens. “Fuck. Me. Harder.” Each word flew past her lips with each thrust of my cock.

My body took over, and I abandoned to my desire, grunting and cursing as my balls slapped against her ass. I gripped her knees tight, my fingers digging into her as she reached between her legs, her finger flicking her clit back and forth.

“God, Abel. Yes. Oh, yes! I’m coming!”

Her body clamped around me like a vice and she cried out my name again, her back arching off the bed.

Too much.

My orgasm ripped up through my legs, into my spine, and rushed from my balls. I spurted deep inside of her twice and forced myself to pull out, needing to mark her—see my cum on her. Another two spurts shot over her clit and labia as a strangled groan escaped me, tremors ripping through my body.

Dani’s legs shuddered in my hold as her pussy contracted, dripping my cum from her hole.

Heaving for breath, I stared.

This.

This is living … this is satisfaction.

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Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/abels-obsession-by-lynn-burke/
Amazonhttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B0757FM2KL
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What Inspired Me To Become A Writer @AuthorLynnBurke #WritersLife

I sat and thought a long time over this topic but couldn’t come up with that one inspiring moment—that one heartbeat in time where my muse lit up, determined to share the stories in my head.

The possibility of my early love of reading crossed my mind but I never attempted writing FOR REAL until the 8th grade when a little gnome named Gundi decided I needed to tell the story of how he saved his people from a slave owner. Was it him and his friends that started it for me?

I don’t think so. For me, this was just the beginning of my journey. Unfortunately, I didn’t attempt writing again for years. Over ten to be exact.

That’s when I became friends with Anne Tyler, and she encouraged me to write when I finally told her I had always wanted to. The fact that she mentored me through two novels, did some light editing, AND wrote letters of introduction to a handful of agents boosted my confidence and instilled the dream of publication.

After numerous rejections I left Baltimore for New England in a major life upheaval due to other personal issues. My desire died and I gave up writing again for a few years.

Then a story inspired by my own experiences prompting the move came to mind, and Pool of Souls was born.

A few scribbled chapters, posting them on writer forums, and gaining confidence once more inspired me to continue on with that old dream.

Having four flash fiction pieces published, then two short stories accepted into anthologies gave me another major boost and I finally submitted the first book in the Pool of Souls Series, Eye of the Soul, to J. Taylor Publishing. Pretty sure every single nail got chewed to nothing while waiting to hear back! I was offered a contract, gained the confidence to write more, then decided I needed a pen name (Lynn!!) for my naughtier works. 20 something publications later, and I’m inspired every day, by people watching, or listening to the radio–it’s a never ending muse light bulb in my brain, and I couldn’t be happier.

For me, inspiration has come in many ways and forms, not just one ‘Ah ha!’ moment of clarity where I realized writing was for me. It’s been a long, bumpy journey, one fraught with pot holes, heartache, and moments of depression, but having my dream realized made every step worth it.

How about you? Where has your inspiration come from?

~Lynn

The Most Important Aspect of Fiction Writing by @AuthorLynnBurke #Amwriting #Amplotting #WritersLife

Ask any reader, writer, editor, or publisher what the most important aspect of fiction writing is and you’ll doubtless hear a variety of thoughts. Plot. Characters. Setting. Description. Showing rather than telling. Yes, they’re all great answers, but without one key element, one all-encompassing aspect, any story is doomed to fail.

What is it?

Being ENGAGEABLE.

If we as readers aren’t drawn in, our senses engaged on another level – that ‘DON’T BOTHER ME I’M IN ANOTHER DIMENSION!’ feeling – then the book will be placed aside in hopes of finding another that will take us from reality.

Personally, I’ve started over a dozen new-to-me author’s books in the last couple of months and didn’t finish A SINGLE ONE. Why? I wasn’t drawn in, the switch for my empathy wasn’t flipped on.

So how DO we engage our reader’s senses? In all kinds of ways.

1  A gripping plot, one that rolls along with twists and turns which raise our brows or drop our jaw hinges wide open. The type of story line that keeps us turning (or clicking) pages way too late into the night hours.

2  Characters we feel empathy for, ones whose own problems may or may not mirror our own. They just need our sympathy, our pompoms waving in the wind.

3  Setting and description go hand in hand as far as I’m concerned. Don’t get all flowery full of words and poetic paragraphs I’ll skip over in search of the good stuff – fill our senses instead. Sight, hearing, smell, heck – taste even! Use precise words, ones loaded with meaning. And, a little imagery goes a LONG @$$ way.

Why say he walked across the room toward me? BORING. I’d rather see him swagger with a knowing smirk, one that catches my breath and sends my heart all a flutter. State that he smells of wood smoke and the outdoors (YUM!) or that the timbre of his voice sends shivers down my spine.

Ok. Enough of the romance.

Create the scene – the movie – in a readers’ mind. Captivate their attention and make it impossible for them to put your book down. Satisfy their craving to leave this world and enter one of make believe.

THAT is the most important thing you can do when creating a story. Engage a reader and gain a faithful follower, one that will hopefully spread the word of your awesomeness.

xoxo!

~Lynn