Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Rapture Series by Megan D. Martin Blog Tour & Double Giveaway





I didn’t plan to become a stripper who performs live sex shows.  But that’s what happened. It’s what I do, and I’m good at it.  I was going to go on and do something with my life. I was going to be something more than just a piece of ass. But that’s not how it worked it out.  

Men don’t control me. Not anymore. Not until my best friend left and hecame into my life.


I don’t want lose myself and drown in another man. But I’m afraid it’s already too late.


**This book is intended for mature audiences only due to graphic depictions of sex and bad language.**






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I rolled my eyes and followed her. The couple was making their way through
the ballroom to a roped-off area in the center of the room. A glass table
covered in sparkling jewels lay in the center of the roped-off area. I
raised my eyebrows. *Is this for real? *It seemed like a play-room for a
Disney princess. Not a place where two people were going to fuck.

“Come on!” Elaine snatched my hand and pulled me forward right next to the
rope, not caring that she was shoving people out of the way.

People all around us were whispering about what was going to happen. “Are
they really going to have sex?”

“Do you think he’ll be rough?”

“Will it be as hot as their stage dances?”

The couple finally came into view and I nearly laughed at the sight of
them. They were as ridiculous—more so, even—as the bejeweled table they
were going to fuck on. The guy held a gold trident in one hand. Blue
shimmery pants covered his legs and he didn’t wear a shirt. His free hand
was clasped around the slender fingers of a woman with azure colored hair
that hung to her waist. A dress with gems of all different shades of blue
wrapped around her tight, curvy body, dipping low between two thick breasts
and split high up one tanned thigh.

I wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of her outfit, but I found my mouth
gaping at the sight of her. I had never seen someone with a body quite like
that. She seemed to be round in all the right places. Her tits threatening
to burst through the top, her ass thick, pressing hard at the seams of her
dress. Her skin was a perfect tan contrast to her light blue hair and
sparkling gems that seemed to be painted on her form. A colorful
half-sleeve of tattoos decorated one of her arms. My cock awoke in my
pants. *The fuck? *

The Poseidon guy leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She glanced
up at him and flashed a quick, nervous smile. White teeth were revealed
beneath bubblegum pink lips. A shiver ran down my body. The urge to climb
over the rope and snatch her away from him bubbled beneath my skin.

*What’s going on with me? *I shook my head, but I didn’t look away from
her. I couldn’t. I was trapped.

Poseidon led her to the glass surface and had her sit. Music came to life
overhead. The sound was soft, simple. He reached down and slipped a clear
glass heel off her foot. I frowned. A woman like that needed to be fucked
with her shoes on. But I watched him remove them. After he tossed them
aside, he trailed his fingers up the inside of her silky thigh. He was only
inches away from spreading her legs and revealing her pussy to the room.

My fingers started aching and I realized I’d been squeezing them into a
fist. I pushed the hand into my jacket pocket and took a deep breath,
easing it out slowly.

*Is her pussy shaved? As pink as her lips? *My mind raced.

Poseidon stopped inches away from her center. He didn’t push up her dress,
instead he trailed his fingers back down her thigh. I fought the urge to
groan as a collective sound of grunting rose around me. For the first time
I pulled my gaze away and eyed the crowd. Men and women alike were focused
on the couple in the center of the room. Men with millions of dollars eyed
them, hungry gazes spread across faces of all ages, young and old. Some of
them even pressed at the front of their pants, no doubt trying the hide
their boners.

Disgust rose in my gut and softened my partially hardened cock. This was
ridiculous. *Why the fuck am I here?*

I glanced down at Elaine. She stood just in front of me, her body pressed
against the velvet rope that separated us from them. I couldn’t see her
face, but I imagined what it looked like. Her red lips were probably
parted, her eyes wide with arousal. She always liked porn, more than I did
sometimes. I leaned down to whisper in her ear, to tell her I was leaving
with or without her, but a moan from the crowd killed the words in my
throat.

I glanced back at the scene before me; my knees nearly buckled when I was
greeted with the sight of the woman’s pert breasts. Bright pink nipples
stood out against her tan skin. She ran her hands over them, squeezing,
before letting them bounce free. My cock kicked in my pants, instantly
coming back to life.

Poseidon, his dark hair concealing one eye, leaned in and took one nipple
into his mouth. Jewel let her head fall back as if it was the best feeling
in the world. I clenched my fists again. Sharp anger ripped though me.

*I don’t like this. *But I couldn’t stop watching. It was as if I was
transfixed by sight of her there on the table. I was trapped by her body,
by something. I didn’t know what it was, but it held me captive.

I watched him take her dress off and spread her pretty thighs. He revealed
her shaved cunt, pinker, prettier than I thought it would be. I watched him
suck her pussy into his mouth, then she got on her knees and took his dick
between her lips. I watched all of it. My fists clenched inside my jacket
pockets. Sweat beaded on my neck. The urge to jump the rope and jerk her
away from him grew with each passing second. I couldn’t describe it. The
feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced. And it wasn’t just that I
wanted her away from him. I wanted to punch that guy over and over until he
was bleeding all over the floor.

And then I would take her away. *I *would play with her little pink pussy,
and after she came on my tongue over and over until her legs shook and her
voice was hoarse, *then* I would fuck her.

“Please, Poseidon. Fuck me!” She was on her knees in front him, her chest
heaving, her chin slick with saliva from sucking his cock. She moaned the
words, but she didn’t mean them. I could tell. She was nervous; she wasn’t
a woman lost in passion, but resigned to her position.

A growl escaped my lips. Only one person glanced my way at the sound. *Her.
*I really saw her then, this goddess-like creature on her knees in front of
a man, his hard cock pressed against her cheek. I expected to see sadness
there, maybe some sort of vulnerability. But I didn’t. There was a fire
burning inside those crystal blue irises. It engulfed me, sucking me in
until I was lost. And then she looked away as if the last few seconds
hadn’t happened at all. As if she didn’t feel the tenacious pull that I
did. *Impossible. *


“I let you walk away, Julia. I let you go, but I can still take you back if I want.”

Four months ago I ran away. I left him behind. The man who stalked me, took control of my body, and claimed he loved me.

Now he’s returned. Like dripping razor blades, he has slashed his way back into my life. But everything is different. 

He doesn’t want me anymore.

I expected him to come back, to be sorry. I even planned to forgive him. I should have known that he would discard me like everyone else in my life. But I’m going to change that.

My billionaire stalker has come to say goodbye…only this time I plan to keep him.




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Megan D. Martin is a multi-published author, mother, student and editor. In her spare time she enjoys decorating her house with strange things that do not match, playing her old school Nintendo Entertainment System, and buying fish for her many fish tanks
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