Q: Please introduce yourself, as I am not familiar with you.
A: Listen, if anyone finds out where we are, Angelique and I are toast, what with the Mob and one of the Posses after us, so if someone asks if you know Rock Rawson, you say, “No”, you hear me? We had a marathon movie night last night—watched all the Rambo series—so I’m just too wiped out to run right now.
Q: If you had to explain yourself, to someone who like who doesn’t know you, what would you say?
A: I’m nothing special, just your typical ex-executive chef, police officer, volunteer fireman, Marine, Navy Seal, CIA agent, FBI agent and US Marshall, up until I took my beautiful Jersey girl and ran. Now my only job is keeping my baby safe—and satisfied.
Q: Wow. And I thought us Warriors had a lot of classifications. How would you describe your significant other?
A: Angelique? She’s a doll! Once you ignore getting lacerations from her hair and nails, and invest in some earplugs, she’s perfect. Those bazoombas! That inability to hear gunfire and not want to fuck my brains out! What more could a guy want??
Q: Uh, if you say so. Personally I’d prefer no gunfire. Didn’t work out well the last time that happened to Cole and me. *shudders* I know the readers are going to want to know about the sex, so dish. How has it been in the sack?
A: *Wipes his brow* Listen, all I have to do is find the perfect soundtrack and she’ll go for hours…
Q: Soundtrack? You humans are really quite odd. If you could change one thing, what would it be?
A: *Glances around, then whispers* Honestly? The hairspray. I broke off a piece of her hair the other day, and I don’t think she’ll ever completely forgive me. Besides, I’m developing a chronic cough from the fumes.
Q: Hairspray? What devious human invention is this? A weapon? Well, never mind. It’s not like I take human form to do anything but pound Cole anyway. Last question: For those readers that haven’t read your story, give me a quick glimpse into it.
Ex-executive chef, police officer, volunteer fireman, Marine, Navy Seal, CIA agent, FBI agent, now US Marshall Rock Rawson is tasked with protecting mob princess Angelique Buttacheeco. A challenging job, particularly since the ex-wife of a Jamaican drug lord has no idea why both her father and former husband are trying to kill her. It’s made even more difficult when just looking at her ginormous boobs and hearing her nails-on-chalkboard voice make Rock’s cock hard enough to pound lead.
When gunfire erupts and Angelique’s predilection for the sound of heavy artillery comes to light, Rock realizes a bad situation just got a whole lot more interesting. Keeping her safe is job one. Job two, three, four and more is making sure she gets her fill of what she needs—lots of hot loving, set to the soundtrack of armed warfare.
Angelique is a mob bosses gunfire aroused heroine in Anya Richard’s story in Fondled and Gobbled: One More Slurp. And Declan is a warrior robot from Cassandra Carr’s character in Fondled and Gobbled: Back for More.
And you can find out all about Anya Richards from her website: http://www.anyarichards.com/
You can find out all about Cassandra on her website: http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com/
Fondled and Gobbled: One More Slurp
A well-endowed germaphobe goes for a wild ride with a woman who knows no boundaries and her inadequately endowed boyfriend. Two BDSM novices learn that no everyone can top—when everyone wants to sub. Big boobs, big hair, a shrill voice and gunfire fetish—the hero finds the perfect woman. A girl who has never seen a penis before—but her momma told her what to do if a man ever whipped one out in front of her.
If you’re looking for the perfect romance with the perfect hero and heroine, this isn’t it! This is a serious of spoofs, parodies, just-for-fun lighthearted take-offs. It’s for all of us longtime, hard-core romance readers who can laugh at the clichés, purple prose and “suspend your disbelief” plot devices that haunt our beloved favorite genre.
An Exotika® erotica anthology from Ellora’s Cave.