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Sliding Teaser
Sliding
Here's a teaser from Sliding...enjoy!
I take one last glance at myself in the mirror, not too bad. I have somehow managed to be a size two, so it’s not the size zero of my youth but I’m still firm and young looking. Botox, daily doses of yoga, Pilates, jogging, and weight training sessions with my trainer help. Being a seasoned borderline anorexic helps a little too. I am wearing Tate’s favorite dress. It’s short and black and it looks great on me, if I do say so myself. The highest heeled shoes that I own each with a little pink bow on them make the dress look naughty. I grab my shades and over sized bag to complete my look and head for the door taking one last look back at the phone ringing on the bedside table. Who the hell can that be and why aren’t they calling me on my cell? Assuming it’s a telemarketer I head out of my house.
Mac has my luggage packed in the trunk of our silver Porsche Cayenne and he smiles when I step outside.
“Hello Mrs. Taylor” I hear Mac call before he asks if I am going to answer the phone. I tell him I am not; I don’t want to miss my flight. Mac has worked for my husband and me since shortly before Tate left six months ago. In that short time he has been a very loyal employee. I think he got the short end of the stick being stuck here with me for the last six months while Tate has been in California with our other employee, Dominick trying to “repair” the music industry on the West Coast. Mac is an ex-Marine and now he’s in charge of our security amongst many other tasks like driving me to the airport today. Mac is well over six feet tall with quite a set of muscles on him. Mac has these piercing blue eyes that when he looks at you makes you feel like he can see into your soul. His Marine close cut brown hair matches cocoa colored skin. He seems like such a catch that at his age I can’t believe he would still be single.
“Please Mac call me Brook, we have known each other for over six months now, this really has to end” I reply. Mac looks at me and smiles. We have this exchange at least ten times a day and nothing ever changes.
When I get into the back seat I find a brand new iPod with ear buds. They are from my husband and I am instructed to listen to the iPod throughout my trip. Back in the day Tate used to make me mixed tapes but he hasn’t done anything like that since…since there were tapes I guess.
“Mr. Taylor asks that you wear those for the ride to JFK and then on your flight. He said he will send Dominick to pick you up at the airport when you arrive” Mac informs me.
I wonder what intern’s job it was to make me this mixed playlist. I notice Mac sending a text before pulling away from the curb, probably texting Tate to tell him we are on our way, he’s always checking up on me.
When I put in the ear buds and turn my new iPod on “Baby, Come to Me” the duet by Patti Austen and James Ingram is leading off the playlist, clearly from my husband not some twenty-something intern who wouldn’t know this song in a million years…interesting choice for the first song, good job Mr. Taylor. Yes, very interesting that this is the song my husband has picked to lead off this play list. I can only imagine what else he has included and the anticipation sends a tingle down my spine.
As I settle in I start to feel like I am floating through time back to the early 1980s, I am instantly transported back to the beginning. Back to the time and place where it all began….
I let myself remember the simpler times, the memories this song conjures up, the memories that make me feel like I am fourteen again and then I am standing in the high school gym with my best friend, Asia at the first dance of the school year wearing different variations of the same outfit. We are wearing acid washed jeans with half shirts, mine has neon colored hearts all over it with sayings in them like the hearts you get on Valentine’s Day but the sayings are things like “dance”, “love” and my favorite, “strut”. That’s my favorite because Tate Taylor walks with a kind of butt strut that is just so mesmerizing I could watch him walk all day.
I spot Tate, the most gorgeous boy at school, the minute he walks in the gym. I don’t know if he notices me, if he’s ever noticed me but I notice him. He’s wearing all black; t-shirt, jacket with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and jeans. His long dark hair flops in his face and he constantly flips it out of his eyes.
Kitty Berry
Here's a teaser from Sliding...enjoy!
I take one last glance at myself in the mirror, not too bad. I have somehow managed to be a size two, so it’s not the size zero of my youth but I’m still firm and young looking. Botox, daily doses of yoga, Pilates, jogging, and weight training sessions with my trainer help. Being a seasoned borderline anorexic helps a little too. I am wearing Tate’s favorite dress. It’s short and black and it looks great on me, if I do say so myself. The highest heeled shoes that I own each with a little pink bow on them make the dress look naughty. I grab my shades and over sized bag to complete my look and head for the door taking one last look back at the phone ringing on the bedside table. Who the hell can that be and why aren’t they calling me on my cell? Assuming it’s a telemarketer I head out of my house.
Mac has my luggage packed in the trunk of our silver Porsche Cayenne and he smiles when I step outside.
“Hello Mrs. Taylor” I hear Mac call before he asks if I am going to answer the phone. I tell him I am not; I don’t want to miss my flight. Mac has worked for my husband and me since shortly before Tate left six months ago. In that short time he has been a very loyal employee. I think he got the short end of the stick being stuck here with me for the last six months while Tate has been in California with our other employee, Dominick trying to “repair” the music industry on the West Coast. Mac is an ex-Marine and now he’s in charge of our security amongst many other tasks like driving me to the airport today. Mac is well over six feet tall with quite a set of muscles on him. Mac has these piercing blue eyes that when he looks at you makes you feel like he can see into your soul. His Marine close cut brown hair matches cocoa colored skin. He seems like such a catch that at his age I can’t believe he would still be single.
“Please Mac call me Brook, we have known each other for over six months now, this really has to end” I reply. Mac looks at me and smiles. We have this exchange at least ten times a day and nothing ever changes.
When I get into the back seat I find a brand new iPod with ear buds. They are from my husband and I am instructed to listen to the iPod throughout my trip. Back in the day Tate used to make me mixed tapes but he hasn’t done anything like that since…since there were tapes I guess.
“Mr. Taylor asks that you wear those for the ride to JFK and then on your flight. He said he will send Dominick to pick you up at the airport when you arrive” Mac informs me.
I wonder what intern’s job it was to make me this mixed playlist. I notice Mac sending a text before pulling away from the curb, probably texting Tate to tell him we are on our way, he’s always checking up on me.
When I put in the ear buds and turn my new iPod on “Baby, Come to Me” the duet by Patti Austen and James Ingram is leading off the playlist, clearly from my husband not some twenty-something intern who wouldn’t know this song in a million years…interesting choice for the first song, good job Mr. Taylor. Yes, very interesting that this is the song my husband has picked to lead off this play list. I can only imagine what else he has included and the anticipation sends a tingle down my spine.
As I settle in I start to feel like I am floating through time back to the early 1980s, I am instantly transported back to the beginning. Back to the time and place where it all began….
I let myself remember the simpler times, the memories this song conjures up, the memories that make me feel like I am fourteen again and then I am standing in the high school gym with my best friend, Asia at the first dance of the school year wearing different variations of the same outfit. We are wearing acid washed jeans with half shirts, mine has neon colored hearts all over it with sayings in them like the hearts you get on Valentine’s Day but the sayings are things like “dance”, “love” and my favorite, “strut”. That’s my favorite because Tate Taylor walks with a kind of butt strut that is just so mesmerizing I could watch him walk all day.
I spot Tate, the most gorgeous boy at school, the minute he walks in the gym. I don’t know if he notices me, if he’s ever noticed me but I notice him. He’s wearing all black; t-shirt, jacket with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and jeans. His long dark hair flops in his face and he constantly flips it out of his eyes.
Kitty Berry
Sliding Teaser #2
Warning: This Teaser has a little heat to it!
I step out of the elevator and I open the doors to the main ballroom to find it looking exactly like the school gym did that first night I danced with Tate. “Little Red Corvette”, the first song we danced to comes on and there is Tate all of a sudden walking towards me wearing a black t-shirt under a black jacket with the sleeves pulled up his forearms. He looks exactly like he did twenty five years ago only hotter if that’s possible. He now has strong muscular forearms and his black t-shirt is stretched tight across his sizeable chest. His black silky hair is longer than it was when he left Connecticut six months ago and his face has two day old stubble on it that gives him his trademark bad boy sexiness. He walks up to me with that strut he has never lost and asks me to dance. We stand there swaying with each other like we did that first night. And this time, all I can think is that I have choreographed music videos for some of the most talented dancers in the industry, I have won awards for Super Bowl Half Time shows, I have worked on the Broadway stage and numerous award shows and here I am “swaying” with Tate Taylor again.
Tate smirks at me because he can read my mind, he mouths, “I missed you” then his smirk turns into a smile.
“Tate, we need to…”
Tate cuts me off and says, “Not now, I haven’t set eyes on you in six months, let me just enjoy looking at you for a while. We’ll talk tomorrow; I have a few surprises for you today first.”
At that I hear the music. Tate pulls me into his arms and we start to dance with each other, holding each other close. Tate takes me by both of my hands, stretches us apart so we can see each other and he mouths the words to Coldplay’s “The Scientist” to me as if they are coming from him, from his heart and soul. Then in one smooth move Tate slides behind me and lifts my right arm into the air with his right hand while he holds my left hip with his left hand. He presses his body against me and I can feel his growing erection pressing into me while in my ear he whispers, “He missed you too!”
He runs his pointer finger from my right hand, down my right arm and down the right side of my body while still holding my left hip in his tightening grip. As he reaches my toned thigh he changes direction and works his hand up pulling, my dress with it. He lifts it up my leg just a little so he can feel the touch of my bare skin with his palm. As he does this he quietly moans in my ear. He brushes my hair off my neck and I instinctively tilt my head to the side giving him full access to one of my favorite sweet spots. He licks my neck slightly then pulls on my earlobe with his teeth. He is bringing me right to the edge of a cliff I have not toppled off of in six months and my body is begging for this sweet push that only Tate has ever given me. He can sense my arousal and turns me around to face him as the song finishes with Tate now singing along completely out of key. I don’t care that Tate is out of key because all I can hear is the meaning in those words. I am finally able to catch my breath when the music changes and Tate asks me to dance with him for a while.
We slow dance clinging to one another to songs from our childhood, I try to talk but he covers my lips with his finger and whispers, “Shh baby, later, tomorrow, let’s just have today like this, like it used to be, back to the start.”
Tate never tries to kiss me; he just alternates between holding me close and holding me at arm’s length to look at my face. After a while the music shifts gears and we start laughing and dancing with each other to our favorites from our college days. We dance like this for an hour and I have never had more fun. We dance like teenagers grinding up on each other and I know he’s feeling as much frustration as I am.
When the playlist finally ends we are sweaty and breathing heavy, more from the grinding than from the exertion of dancing so Tate takes me by the hand and leads me out of the ballroom with one line, “Time to slide baby.”
Kitty Berry
I step out of the elevator and I open the doors to the main ballroom to find it looking exactly like the school gym did that first night I danced with Tate. “Little Red Corvette”, the first song we danced to comes on and there is Tate all of a sudden walking towards me wearing a black t-shirt under a black jacket with the sleeves pulled up his forearms. He looks exactly like he did twenty five years ago only hotter if that’s possible. He now has strong muscular forearms and his black t-shirt is stretched tight across his sizeable chest. His black silky hair is longer than it was when he left Connecticut six months ago and his face has two day old stubble on it that gives him his trademark bad boy sexiness. He walks up to me with that strut he has never lost and asks me to dance. We stand there swaying with each other like we did that first night. And this time, all I can think is that I have choreographed music videos for some of the most talented dancers in the industry, I have won awards for Super Bowl Half Time shows, I have worked on the Broadway stage and numerous award shows and here I am “swaying” with Tate Taylor again.
Tate smirks at me because he can read my mind, he mouths, “I missed you” then his smirk turns into a smile.
“Tate, we need to…”
Tate cuts me off and says, “Not now, I haven’t set eyes on you in six months, let me just enjoy looking at you for a while. We’ll talk tomorrow; I have a few surprises for you today first.”
At that I hear the music. Tate pulls me into his arms and we start to dance with each other, holding each other close. Tate takes me by both of my hands, stretches us apart so we can see each other and he mouths the words to Coldplay’s “The Scientist” to me as if they are coming from him, from his heart and soul. Then in one smooth move Tate slides behind me and lifts my right arm into the air with his right hand while he holds my left hip with his left hand. He presses his body against me and I can feel his growing erection pressing into me while in my ear he whispers, “He missed you too!”
He runs his pointer finger from my right hand, down my right arm and down the right side of my body while still holding my left hip in his tightening grip. As he reaches my toned thigh he changes direction and works his hand up pulling, my dress with it. He lifts it up my leg just a little so he can feel the touch of my bare skin with his palm. As he does this he quietly moans in my ear. He brushes my hair off my neck and I instinctively tilt my head to the side giving him full access to one of my favorite sweet spots. He licks my neck slightly then pulls on my earlobe with his teeth. He is bringing me right to the edge of a cliff I have not toppled off of in six months and my body is begging for this sweet push that only Tate has ever given me. He can sense my arousal and turns me around to face him as the song finishes with Tate now singing along completely out of key. I don’t care that Tate is out of key because all I can hear is the meaning in those words. I am finally able to catch my breath when the music changes and Tate asks me to dance with him for a while.
We slow dance clinging to one another to songs from our childhood, I try to talk but he covers my lips with his finger and whispers, “Shh baby, later, tomorrow, let’s just have today like this, like it used to be, back to the start.”
Tate never tries to kiss me; he just alternates between holding me close and holding me at arm’s length to look at my face. After a while the music shifts gears and we start laughing and dancing with each other to our favorites from our college days. We dance like this for an hour and I have never had more fun. We dance like teenagers grinding up on each other and I know he’s feeling as much frustration as I am.
When the playlist finally ends we are sweaty and breathing heavy, more from the grinding than from the exertion of dancing so Tate takes me by the hand and leads me out of the ballroom with one line, “Time to slide baby.”
Kitty Berry
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Stoned Book 2
Watch for the 2nd book in my series on Amazon. I hope to have it available this week. I will post again when it is up for purchase.Kitty Berry
Stoned Teaser
Check out my new teaser for the 2nd book in The Stone Series on Youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KokWik...
I hope to have the book on Amazon by the end of the weekKitty Berry
I hope to have the book on Amazon by the end of the weekKitty Berry
Stoned (The Stone Series Book 2)
The 2nd book of The Stone Series has just become available on Amazon.com
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Check it out
http://www.amazon.com/Stoned-The-Ston...Kitty Berry
Sliding Teaser
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Here is a little teaser from Sliding. Sorry I had to take out the sizzling parts…enjoy!
Tate joins me on the bed and for the first time in six months I feel his lips on mine. They feel warm and soft, plush and smooth. He kisses my upper lip then my lower one. He slowly runs his tongue along my bottom lip then repeats the process on my upper lip. He is taking his sweet time and the ache in my body is so overwhelming I don’t know how much more I can endure. He takes mercy on me and covers my mouth with his, devouring me. Finally his tongue is in search of mine and I can taste the sweet California wine Tate had with dinner tonight as our tongues tangle. He is being so gentle that it’s maddening. I want him to just f*** me already, right here, right now, fast and furious. “Tate, please I can’t take it. I want you to…” I gasp.
“Oh, do you really, I couldn’t tell” he says with a smirk on his face…
…I let out a sound that is not really words, not really a moan but something in between...
…Tate finally takes mercy on me and gets on his knees between my legs. With the palm of his hands on my thighs he spreads them wide apart.
“Glad to see you are as flexible as you were at sixteen” he taunts me…
“This is going to end way too soon for both of us but I can’t help it baby, it’s been too long…”
…he collapses on top of me and kisses me on the forehead. He props himself up on his muscular arms and kisses me on the lips.
“…I missed you so much, Brooklynn. I’m glad you’re here and I promise tomorrow we’ll talk.”
Sliding
Here is a little teaser from Sliding. Sorry I had to take out the sizzling parts…enjoy!
Tate joins me on the bed and for the first time in six months I feel his lips on mine. They feel warm and soft, plush and smooth. He kisses my upper lip then my lower one. He slowly runs his tongue along my bottom lip then repeats the process on my upper lip. He is taking his sweet time and the ache in my body is so overwhelming I don’t know how much more I can endure. He takes mercy on me and covers my mouth with his, devouring me. Finally his tongue is in search of mine and I can taste the sweet California wine Tate had with dinner tonight as our tongues tangle. He is being so gentle that it’s maddening. I want him to just f*** me already, right here, right now, fast and furious. “Tate, please I can’t take it. I want you to…” I gasp.
“Oh, do you really, I couldn’t tell” he says with a smirk on his face…
…I let out a sound that is not really words, not really a moan but something in between...
…Tate finally takes mercy on me and gets on his knees between my legs. With the palm of his hands on my thighs he spreads them wide apart.
“Glad to see you are as flexible as you were at sixteen” he taunts me…
“This is going to end way too soon for both of us but I can’t help it baby, it’s been too long…”
…he collapses on top of me and kisses me on the forehead. He props himself up on his muscular arms and kisses me on the lips.
“…I missed you so much, Brooklynn. I’m glad you’re here and I promise tomorrow we’ll talk.”
Sliding
Reading in the dark
You know you have it bad when you are on vacation sitting in the dark on the balcony with a head-light, yes, a head-light (you know, the kind that miners wear) on so you can read without pissing off your hubby and kids. I’m not saying I did that last not or anything…I’m just saying that if I did you would know that I had it bad. By the way…The Space Between Us by Megan Hart is really good!Kitty Berry
Stoned (The Stone Series Book 2)
I lay down behind her, curl around her and pull her body to mine. When I wrap my arm around her my hand finds hers and my finger absentmindedly begins playing with the ring I gave her. She’s wearing it on her ring finger of her right hand. For a minute I almost wish it was on her left hand. Fuck, what is happening to me? I’m lying here with a woman I haven’t fucked, haven’t even played yet and I’m thinking about her wearing my wedding ring. I need to get laid and fast. I’d hoped that the party at The Society would have moved that along tonight but now I’m not sure the timing is right after the recent events.
I brush the hair off her face and tuck a few pieces behind her ear. She is lovely. Ryan took so much away from her but she managed to survive it all and remain amazing to me and I’m sure everyone else around her. Her strength is what I think will allow her to be mine. She’ll be able to submit when I need her to but retain her sense of self for her everyday life. That’s been the problem with my subs so many times in the past. Once they submit fully to me they are no longer a challenge and become too needy. I think Sydney will continue to challenge me every step of the way. As much as she needs to submit I can also see her trying to top me. And the scary thing is, I just may let her.
Sydney stirs and turns to face me. I plant a soft kiss on her forehead then another on her nose. She smiles as she wakes and when she opens her eyes I kiss them closed again. Her hands go around my neck and into my hair, pulling my lips to hers. I now have her at the waist with one hand and my other hand has found its way into her wild hair. I love her hair. Its burnt red and the sexiest hair I have ever seen. Her hair always looks like she’s just been fucked and good; it’s tasseled, loose and wild all the time. Her skin coloring is a contrast to her locks. Most redheads have light skin but not Sydney. She’s exotic looking with skin that looks like she’s spent a month on a beach somewhere. But it’s her eyes that do me in, they are blue with a touch of almost violet and when I look into them, like I am at this moment, it’s as if she can see into me, into my soul. It’s not a place I’m accustomed to people being but I’m finding her there more and more often.
I lean into her and gently kiss her lips then pull back so we’re close enough to kiss, I can feel her breath on my lips but I don’t kiss her again. I lean in with my mouth open then pull back. She moans and wets her lips with her tongue, all the while looking at my lips, craving to have them cover hers. I finally take her bottom lip between mine and suck hard, feeling it swell. Before releasing it I give it a nip with my teeth and she moans again, this time a little louder. She runs her hands over the muscles in my chest and over my biceps as her moans continue reminding me of my earlier email.
“Like what you feel do you?” I jokingly ask. “Because there is more of me that’s just as hard you know?”
She laughs and pulls me to her for another kiss. This time our tongues find each other’s and the electrical current that surges between us is for lack of a better word, electrifying. I can’t get enough of her mouth, her lips. She seems to feel the same way, her hand is in my hair and she’s pulling me hard against her mouth. I know we are both going to have sore bruised lips by the time we’re done and I don’t give a fuck. I have never, not even as a teenager and certainly not with Samantha or my subs just made out with someone. It has always been a fast prelude to hard kinky fucking. I never realized how much kissing someone could drive me wild. Or maybe it’s just Sydney that drives me wild.
-Damian Stone (Stoned Book 2 of the Stone Series by Kitty Berry)
Kitty Berry
I brush the hair off her face and tuck a few pieces behind her ear. She is lovely. Ryan took so much away from her but she managed to survive it all and remain amazing to me and I’m sure everyone else around her. Her strength is what I think will allow her to be mine. She’ll be able to submit when I need her to but retain her sense of self for her everyday life. That’s been the problem with my subs so many times in the past. Once they submit fully to me they are no longer a challenge and become too needy. I think Sydney will continue to challenge me every step of the way. As much as she needs to submit I can also see her trying to top me. And the scary thing is, I just may let her.
Sydney stirs and turns to face me. I plant a soft kiss on her forehead then another on her nose. She smiles as she wakes and when she opens her eyes I kiss them closed again. Her hands go around my neck and into my hair, pulling my lips to hers. I now have her at the waist with one hand and my other hand has found its way into her wild hair. I love her hair. Its burnt red and the sexiest hair I have ever seen. Her hair always looks like she’s just been fucked and good; it’s tasseled, loose and wild all the time. Her skin coloring is a contrast to her locks. Most redheads have light skin but not Sydney. She’s exotic looking with skin that looks like she’s spent a month on a beach somewhere. But it’s her eyes that do me in, they are blue with a touch of almost violet and when I look into them, like I am at this moment, it’s as if she can see into me, into my soul. It’s not a place I’m accustomed to people being but I’m finding her there more and more often.
I lean into her and gently kiss her lips then pull back so we’re close enough to kiss, I can feel her breath on my lips but I don’t kiss her again. I lean in with my mouth open then pull back. She moans and wets her lips with her tongue, all the while looking at my lips, craving to have them cover hers. I finally take her bottom lip between mine and suck hard, feeling it swell. Before releasing it I give it a nip with my teeth and she moans again, this time a little louder. She runs her hands over the muscles in my chest and over my biceps as her moans continue reminding me of my earlier email.
“Like what you feel do you?” I jokingly ask. “Because there is more of me that’s just as hard you know?”
She laughs and pulls me to her for another kiss. This time our tongues find each other’s and the electrical current that surges between us is for lack of a better word, electrifying. I can’t get enough of her mouth, her lips. She seems to feel the same way, her hand is in my hair and she’s pulling me hard against her mouth. I know we are both going to have sore bruised lips by the time we’re done and I don’t give a fuck. I have never, not even as a teenager and certainly not with Samantha or my subs just made out with someone. It has always been a fast prelude to hard kinky fucking. I never realized how much kissing someone could drive me wild. Or maybe it’s just Sydney that drives me wild.
-Damian Stone (Stoned Book 2 of the Stone Series by Kitty Berry)
Kitty Berry
Traveling
Traveling home from vacation today...watch for another teaser tonight from Stoned (The Stone Series book 2)
