On the path to earning his degree in mechanical engineering, Chancellor Baltimore, geek-extraordinaire, experiences a detour of a lifetime. He discovers his inner sex fiend and an incurable yearning to be the fantasy, bring the pain, and ensure unbridled pleasure for his clients. But even he experiences a bump in the road.
In Tasting Cherry, everyone has a first time.
In A View to Ecstasy, it’s so much more fun when there’s more than two in the tango.
In Retreat Bound, there’s pleasure in the pain.
And in Bound to Collide, Chancellor experiences a collision course that is inevitable.
Let’s enjoy these tales of a sex fiend as Chancellor continues to break the rule that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Shhhhh! Don’t tell anyone. They will be our little secrets…
Book trailer link: http://youtu.be/4IOSgOYpvY8
Music by Kevin MacLeod
I grabbed Cherry by the arms and pulled her close. I hadn’t suspected those details. Honestly.
I thought back again to my first time with Denise. She spent hours gently nudging me from the awkward, nervous nipple sucker to a skilled clit-manipulator, G-spot hunter, and dick-dunker.
Still wrapped in my arms, I led Cherry to the kitchen table. “You probably feel ashamed, right?”
“Embarrassed, too, huh?”
She nodded and sniffled. “My mom didn’t talk to me for days. I wanted her to understand I was just curious, you know. I’ve been this goody-two-shoes girl all my life. I mean, it was just a cucumber. Then I thought, you know, some guys have their first time with professionals. Why can’t I? I just want to know…to feel…be filled…” Her breath hitched and she shook within my hold.
So close in each other’s space, I breathed in her heady scent of fresh berries. Something else teased my nose; a light sweet vanilla that damn near made my mouth water. I wedged my finger under her chin and tilted her face to mine. I looked into those pools of green innocence as they stared back at me, pleading with me to take the ignorance away, to turn the curiosity into fulfillment.
Refusing wasn’t even an option. Every part of me amped up to… Blow. Her. Fucking. Mind.
Leaning forward, I grazed my lips across hers, whispering, “Don’t ever be ashamed or embarrassed by your sexuality.” I cupped a hand to the back her neck, feeling shivers trail through her as I nibbled her ear and whispered again. “Mr. Baltimore’s going to take it all away, Cherry-baby.”
She sucked a breath through her teeth. “Please…take it…please…”
A View to Ecstasy ~
“Do you need to stop?” I asked.
“Hell no, Baltimore,” Marie answered. Sugary-sweet Snickerdoodle breath filled the space between us. “I can still move. I’m not done until you both break me in two.” A lust-filled grin kissed her lips. She flicked her tongue at me.
I flipped her around so she faced her husband. Her nipples jutted firm, dark and delicious like chocolate chunks, body ready for another rough fuck. I tore the condom wrapping with my teeth, pushing the latex free from the bottom of the package. With one-handed-experience, I rolled my helmet on, gripped Marie by the hips, and held her high above my cock. After one good bounce on the bed, I was thrusting upward into her leaking entrance.
She tossed her head back in ecstasy, pleading for me to fuck her harder.
Retreat Bound ~
“You’re late, Mallory.” His voice, so beautiful to my ears in that just-above-a-baritone kind of vibe, signaled disappointment.
I caught his gaze then cast my look downward. His smoky dark eyes were lust-filled and held a glint of mischief. “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”
I watched his shadow wave in dismissal of my words. “It will. You have certain obligations.” He paused, his voice husky as he spoke again. “But you know what this means.”
My nipples hardened and ached in anticipation. The first few times he’d practiced punishing me at my place, it went so well a couple of the neighbors thought something bad was happening. They had no clue my screams of pain were expressions of blissed out pleasure. Unlike my last Dom, Master Baltimore didn’t like the ball gag. He said it took away the music; that hearing me vocalize the joy and pain he brought me was kin to Mozart hearing his masterpieces conducted and played to perfection. So he turned one of the empty retreat rooms into his very own playground. I’ve been coming and cumming ever since.
“To me,” he commanded.
I glanced back at him, stuck in place by the need seething in his eyes. The hunger…
Bound to Collide ~
Warm fingers splayed upon my back, pressed firm, crushing me to his chest with reckless abandon. His strong arms held me so close I dared not do more than grasp a hold of him and cling for dear life.
We shuffle-kissed to the bottom of the stairs. We’d barely made it up to the single curve in the stairs, before he broke the kiss, huffing out, “I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” My breasts swelled in his presence. My nipples ached for his touch. I needed the full length of him drilling into the depths of my pussy. What was with the ‘can’t’?
A glint shone in his eyes. I should’ve known better than to question him. “I can’t wait,” he growled. He peeled my slacks and panties off in one fell swoop. The clothes pooled in a heap at the foot of the stairs.
Did you always want to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?
I always wanted to be a writer but the reality of my life, growing up, didn’t lend itself to believing that I could be a writer. If I couldn’t live off it, I couldn’t spend time doing it. So I dreamt of becoming either an attorney like Claire Huxtable from The Cosby Show or a high level employee in the corporate world. Now that I’ve given myself to my writing passion, I’m only sad I didn’t allow myself this joy much earlier. Even though I’m not living off of my publications, I’m happier because I’m doing something I love.
When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?
When I took myself seriously enough to attend the Writers and Editors Conference in Austin, TX around 2006.
Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?
I self-publish. It’s a decision I didn’t make lightly. Self-publishing isn’t for everyone but I enjoy it.
What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?
Under my pen name, Rayven Godchild, the books will be either erotica or erotic romance. Under my name, Angela Brown, I love writing YA, MG, NA and have dabbled at learning more about picture books.
What genre would you place your books into?
My Confessions of a Sex Fiend series is contemporary erotica. Although there is a running theme for the stories, it’s all about giving the reader something that makes them squeal - I mean - they can feel J
What made you decide to write that genre of book?
The first time I self-published an erotic romance, it was after a bit of inspiration from reading Zane’s Addicted. That was something I should have stayed with, but life had other issues to throw my way.
I was at Indie Romance Con 2013 in Tennessee when I was inspired to return to erotica/erotic romance. It was a wonderful convention filled with awesome authors like Kallypso Masters and Red Phoenix.
Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?
My fave actually comes from Neverlove, a YA novel I wrote and self-published under my author name, Angela Brown. The character’s name is Abigail (Abby). She has to deal with a sexually abusive father, absentee mom and the pain of wishing her brother was alive. Love is not a thing of kindness to her yet she doesn’t completely shut her heart down, allowing the possibility of love to reach her. That can be a hard thing to do…and I adore her for it.
Do you have a certain routine for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?
I don’t have a real routine. I try to work during the day, play at single parenting with my daughter during the evening then find a couple of hours to write after I’ve put her to bed. That means I might sit in the living room with my laptop on my lap or sit up in bed to get in some writing time…usually in the quiet of night.
Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?
No. Reviews are subjective to the reader that posts the review. Different readers may have very different experiences with my stories. Of course, it’s my hope that the experiences are wonderful J
Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?
It works different ways. I had the title for the Confessions of a Sex Fiend series first, wrote each one and had a blast. I recently wrote a short story, for my Angela Brown side, that I couldn’t come up with the title for until weeks after I finished writing the story. It can be nuts lol!
Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?
I let the characters grow organically. Trying to decide the traits for them doesn’t work well for me. Characters tend to get rebellious when I try to tell them who they are and how they should be lol!!
Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?
I love ebook for the variety of books I can house on one piece of equipment, but I prefer the feel of a paperback in my hand *le sigh*
Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?
Not a lot of books transfer to movies well. I was so glad that the Lord of the Rings trilogy transferred fantastically to the big screen.
Your favorite food is?
Your favorite color is?
Pink (and I have to add black lol!)
Your favorite Author is?
Authors are like a bag of Lay’s potato chips, it’s hard to name just one favorite J
Rayven Godchild is an author of erotica/erotic romance short stories, novels and novellas. Her first published work appeared in a fit of obscurity during a tumultuous time in life. That story, Secret Lilies, will see the light of day again with a lot less stress and a lot more joy surrounding its republication in the very near future.
Currently, the Confessions of a Sex Fiend short stories are working their way out into the world, with the first one, Tasting Cherry, as Rayven’s re-debut as an author. A View to Ecstasy and Retreat Bound are available. Bound to Collide is the final confession, but certainly not the last the world will hear from Chancellor Baltimore.
Here are some places you can find Rayven: