THE PHOENIX SERIES by David S. Scott: Author Spotlight, Excerpts & Teasers
The Phoenix Series
Genre: Erotica
Deep In You
By David S. Scott
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Blurb:
My name is Alexander Phoenix. You’ve probably heard of me, most people have. I’ve won numerous awards and medals all over the world, including the last two Olympics Games. Outside gymnastics, I’m untamable. Many have tried, none have succeeded. They’ve called me a playboy, a philanderer…
Until a chance meeting in a bar with her almost proves to be a disaster for both of us. She’s hot, fascinating and, despite the fact that she poses a risk to me because she’s a tabloid reporter, I can’t help but feel drawn to her.
What are her secrets? Who wants to hurt her?
I’ve never shied away from challenges. Why should I start now?
©David S Scott 2016
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By David S. Scott
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By David S. Scott
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Power.
Strength.
Control.
These were the attributes I valued, lived by. They had become my mantra.
Power. Watching the gymnasts as a child had fascinated me, and my parents had been quick to capitalize on this and enroll me in classes. It got me out from underfoot, and I loved the feeling of power and strength that coursed through my body. I learned to contort myself into impossible positions and hold them until the exertion almost proved too much… and then push myself even further.
Strength. Gymnastics had taught me much about myself. I craved a good challenge; the thrill of winning seduced me. I was damned good at it, too. Over the course of my career, I’d won five gold medals and four silver in the last two Olympic Games, as well as countless other awards in other forums. Much more civilized than contact sports, gymnastics tested both my mind and body. On an apparatus, there was only me. Not my competitors. Not my coach. My greatest opponent was always, and would always be, myself. Control. Power and strength are great, but without control you run into trouble. I employ control in every aspect of my life. Exercise, my free time, and sex. Especially sex.
©David S Scott 2016
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By David S. Scott
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I placed her glass on the table and took
her hand, tugging her hard into me and kissing her. Her hand snaked around my
neck while both of mine dropped down onto her ass. I kneaded her round curves,
my tongue plunging insistently into her mouth. My body came alive. Tingles
raced all over my skin. My cock throbbed for her. She knew it, too. She grinned
against my mouth and hummed appreciatively. Her other hand reached between us
and found my erection, stroking me through my clothes. Shit. We weren’t going to make it upstairs; I needed her now. Right
now. I felt reckless and lightheaded, and it was making me behave in a way that
wasn’t normal for me. I had somehow allowed her to take control and I couldn’t
have that. My house, my life, my rules. Making a snap decision, I changed
direction and almost carried her toward the guest room. Without breaking our
kiss, I unbuttoned my shirt and removed my tie. Shrugging them off, I wrenched
myself away long enough to pull her shirt over her head, then pulled her back
against me. My tongue pressed into her mouth, stroking, rubbing, exploring.
her hand, tugging her hard into me and kissing her. Her hand snaked around my
neck while both of mine dropped down onto her ass. I kneaded her round curves,
my tongue plunging insistently into her mouth. My body came alive. Tingles
raced all over my skin. My cock throbbed for her. She knew it, too. She grinned
against my mouth and hummed appreciatively. Her other hand reached between us
and found my erection, stroking me through my clothes. Shit. We weren’t going to make it upstairs; I needed her now. Right
now. I felt reckless and lightheaded, and it was making me behave in a way that
wasn’t normal for me. I had somehow allowed her to take control and I couldn’t
have that. My house, my life, my rules. Making a snap decision, I changed
direction and almost carried her toward the guest room. Without breaking our
kiss, I unbuttoned my shirt and removed my tie. Shrugging them off, I wrenched
myself away long enough to pull her shirt over her head, then pulled her back
against me. My tongue pressed into her mouth, stroking, rubbing, exploring.
©David S Scott 2016
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By David S. Scott
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By David S. Scott
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Lily moaned, deep and throaty. “I need you, Xander. Now, please.”
I lined myself up and thrust into her. We both gasped. I had been right; she was incredibly tight, her pussy squeezing me. I paused, buried balls deep inside her. “Did I hurt you?”
She scratched at my back like a tiger while she dug her heels into my ass, encouraging me to move. “I’m fine. Please, Xander…”
I began to move, slow and deliberate at first, quickly gaining speed as we lost ourselves in each other. Lily screamed, her nails raking my back. I moved my forearms to press into her shoulders, allowing me to thrust even deeper, plunge myself even harder, faster. I pivoted my hips to be sure my cock hit her g-spot.
“Oh… God, yes, Xander. Fuck! Just like that,” she moaned. “Like that. Don’t ever stop.”
There it was. “Don’t stop.” Those words had me fighting for my self-control. No way was I stopping until she was finished, no matter how crazy she made me, how much I needed to come. I put my mouth to her ear. “You feel so tight. So perfect. I can’t get enough,” I growled. “I could fuck you again and again, all night long. That sweet cunt is heaven for my cock.”
“I’m so close.”
“Let go, baby. Come for me.” I bit down on her lower lip and thrust myself deep into her as I felt the first tremor wrack her body, her tight pussy squeezing me in rhythmic bursts.
“Yes, oh God, Xander. Oh God, I’m coming.”
I pumped into her twice more, then pushed deep as I could and stilled. My whole body tingled in the split second before my orgasm ripped through me. We rode out our climaxes together, my feathered kisses soft on her lips.
“Xander?”
“Mmm.”
“That was…”
I withdrew myself from her depths and rolled to the side. I pulled off the condom, then gathered her in my arms and kissed her just under her ear. “I know, Lily. I know.”
©David S Scott 2016
Deeper In You
By David S. Scott
Book Two of The Phoenix Series
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Book Two of The Phoenix Series
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Blurb:
I’ve lost everything …
And I mean everything. Once a household name, now just a broken shell. Lily has left me and taken my entire future with her. I just want to sleep and never wake up. Forget love, forget passion. All of it. I’m done.
My Name is Alexander Phoenix, former Olympic gymnast. I was once known as the X-Wing, as the man who flies. Make that flew…
Can I salvage my future and reclaim my place as the man I used to be? Or does fate have something else in store? Haunted by ghosts of the past, I must find the strength to move on and find my path. Broken hearts still beat, right?
I’ve never shied away from challenges. Why should I start now?
©David S Scott 2016
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By David S. Scott
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By David S. Scott
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“You’re so tense, Xander. So tightly wound.” Before I knew what was happening, her hand was on the back of my neck. She rubbed and massaged the base of my neck and the back of my head. I leaned forward, placing my elbows on the table and my face in my hands. Her fingers were tantalizingly cool, and I moaned in spite of myself. I was tense, and her hand on me felt so good. Too good. Her touch meant too much, and I found it harder and harder to remind myself that we could never be more than friends. This wouldn’t do.
“You don’t have to do that,” I murmured. She needed to stop. I liked it far too much. My cock had instantly hardened in response to her touch. I was so turned on, yet knew it was wrong. I considered escaping to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and get a grip, but I knew if I stood, or even leaned back, she’d see my obvious erection. I was held captive here at the table. No escape from her touch.
“I like doing it, though. You seem to be enjoying it, too.”
“What?” I glanced at her, but her expression seemed innocent enough. Almost playful.
“You’re moaning, silly.”
“You have magic hands.” Did she ever. She occasionally scratched at my scalp with her nails. It was so erotic, so sensual. I wanted her to continue forever, while needing her to stop. My cock strained against my pants, so I didn’t dare move. I wished she’d massage that.
“You don’t have to do that,” I murmured. She needed to stop. I liked it far too much. My cock had instantly hardened in response to her touch. I was so turned on, yet knew it was wrong. I considered escaping to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and get a grip, but I knew if I stood, or even leaned back, she’d see my obvious erection. I was held captive here at the table. No escape from her touch.
“I like doing it, though. You seem to be enjoying it, too.”
“What?” I glanced at her, but her expression seemed innocent enough. Almost playful.
“You’re moaning, silly.”
“You have magic hands.” Did she ever. She occasionally scratched at my scalp with her nails. It was so erotic, so sensual. I wanted her to continue forever, while needing her to stop. My cock strained against my pants, so I didn’t dare move. I wished she’d massage that.
©David S Scott 2016
Igniting Passions
By David S. Scott
Genre: Poetry and Short Stories
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By David S. Scott
Genre: Poetry and Short Stories
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Blurb:
Passion…
It’s what drives us. Connects us. Our passions make us who we are, define who and what we love.
This is a collection of poetry and prose designed to speak to all the different types of passion within us.
Let the words found on these pages wash over you. Allow them to move your spirit and speak to your soul.
Open your hearts and minds for Igniting Passions.
©David S Scott 2016
©David S Scott 2016
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By David S. Scott
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By David S. Scott
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~*~Daydreamer~*~
The taste of your lips intoxicates my soul,
Your mouth is as delicious as the finest of wine.
Our tongues dance an erotic tango; vying for control.
Dreams of more to come if I could make you mine.
Your mouth is as delicious as the finest of wine.
Our tongues dance an erotic tango; vying for control.
Dreams of more to come if I could make you mine.
I’d like to peel all your clothes from you,
Allow my eyes to feast on your beautiful form …
If you could read my dark desires, it’s true,
I bet you’d run, or would you give in to the storm?
Allow my eyes to feast on your beautiful form …
If you could read my dark desires, it’s true,
I bet you’d run, or would you give in to the storm?
Wish I could feel you tremble at my touch,
Your legs would shake, your toes curled tight.
Nails dug into my flesh, sensations too much,
Climaxes reached, screams silenced by gentle bite.
Your legs would shake, your toes curled tight.
Nails dug into my flesh, sensations too much,
Climaxes reached, screams silenced by gentle bite.
But instead, only your lips shall I kiss,
And dream of a day it shall be like this.
©David S Scott 2016
And dream of a day it shall be like this.
©David S Scott 2016
Santa’s Son
By David S. Scott
Genre: Erotic Novella
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By David S. Scott
Genre: Erotic Novella
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Blurb:
What do you think of when you picture elves? Could they be real? What about other fantasy beings? What about… Santa Claus?
Shawn is accustomed to living life the way he wants to. He has no responsibilities, no one to answer to. He comes and goes as he pleases, traveling the world, looking for fulfillment.
But all that is about to change…
Santa’s sick and getting old. This year, he’ll be replaced by his son. Will you be on the naughty list?
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By David S. Scott
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By David S. Scott
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Passions have always ruled my family.
Always. My father’s name is Pelznickel, but he has been called many things throughout the millennia. Saint Nicholas. Kris Kringle. Santa Claus.
Yes. That Santa Claus. The man who’s brought joy to the children of the world for thousands of years. People have thought him a child’s story, a myth.
I spared a glance over my shoulder to ensure the redhead was gone and I was alone. Satisfied, I rubbed my right index finger along the side of my nose. A feeling of pins and needles covered me, as if my entire body had lost circulation. In a way, it had. The warm sandy beach I’d been walking on blurred and swirled in my vision, quickly being replaced by my bedroom.
The first few times I’d ever teleported, I’d been convinced I’d stayed still and the world had moved around me. Now I knew better.
Frantic knocking greeted my arrival.
“What is it?” I called.
“Master Schonesgeschenk, your father is looking for you.”
Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I strode to the door. The fat little gnome waiting for me on the other side was dressed in thick green robes with white trim. His long white beard nearly reached his waist. “Astlin, how many times must I ask you to call me Shawn? It’s just Shawn, I swear.”
Always. My father’s name is Pelznickel, but he has been called many things throughout the millennia. Saint Nicholas. Kris Kringle. Santa Claus.
Yes. That Santa Claus. The man who’s brought joy to the children of the world for thousands of years. People have thought him a child’s story, a myth.
I spared a glance over my shoulder to ensure the redhead was gone and I was alone. Satisfied, I rubbed my right index finger along the side of my nose. A feeling of pins and needles covered me, as if my entire body had lost circulation. In a way, it had. The warm sandy beach I’d been walking on blurred and swirled in my vision, quickly being replaced by my bedroom.
The first few times I’d ever teleported, I’d been convinced I’d stayed still and the world had moved around me. Now I knew better.
Frantic knocking greeted my arrival.
“What is it?” I called.
“Master Schonesgeschenk, your father is looking for you.”
Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I strode to the door. The fat little gnome waiting for me on the other side was dressed in thick green robes with white trim. His long white beard nearly reached his waist. “Astlin, how many times must I ask you to call me Shawn? It’s just Shawn, I swear.”
David S. Scott’s Bio
David S. Scott is a new author of erotica and erotic romance novels. After finishing his debut novels, Deep In You and its sequel Deeper In You, he is moving on to several other projects, including an erotic paranormal tentatively titled Obsidian Angel. He is in his mid-thirties and happily married, and has a bit of a wicked sense of humor. When not writing, David can be found reading a variety of genres or playing “nerd games” like Dungeons and Dragons with his friends. David loves interacting with people and meeting new friends, so please be sure to follow him on his author page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorDavidScott
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