Nov 23, 2013

When Dreamers Wake




When Dreamers Wake
Author: J.E. and M. Keep
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic SciFi
The Old Gods have risen and moved on, leaving Earth in ruins.
Leon liked that just fine.
He got along better after the collapse of society, and has his own vision for how things should be run: with him in charge of his own fate, with many lovers beneath him.
Yet when he has a run-in with a beautiful and mysterious woman, his life will never be the same.










Author Bio

J.E. & M. Keep love to combine fantasy, scifi, horror, romance and mystery into exciting and titillating novels.

They are long term, loving partners in a very happy relationship and because of this, they love to torture their characters. Dark romance touches all of their stories in one way or another, from elicit trysts to forbidden love.

Some of their work contains dubious consent and erotic pain, so it's not for the faint of heart. Their stories are often called twisted and arousing -- at the same time.

All work is 18+, trigger warnings available on the second page of every book. If you want to hear about new releases, sign up for the newsletter!

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Book Excerpts
Excerpt 1
Slowly he rubbed down from her shoulder to her arm. “You’re real good at this,” he said softly, “bein’ able to catch such a big one in this lil’ ol’ pond. Gotta confess, fishin’ ain’t one of my strong suits,” he chuckled lightly and his hand found her thigh. That large, powerful grasp of his gently stroking.
She nearly lost her grip on the fishing pole as her eyes fluttered back in her head, the sensation utterly divine. She choked back her moan, struggling to regain awareness of her surroundings, tightening her grip on the pole. His dark hand on her pale skin excited her further, and she studied it thoughtfully before she yanked the line out of the water, a large fish attached to it which she skilfully released in the bucket.
Seeing yet another big one on the end of her line he gave a surprised whistle. “Damn. I wanted to flatter you, but you are good.” His hands never left her though, he, too, admiring the dark cocoa of his work-hardened hands upon her smooth, pale flesh.
His large fingers pried a little at the valley between her thighs. “It’d be somethin’,” he muttered softly, as if to himself, “havin’ a woman like you around.” And he leaned in so close that his lips were nearly touching her ear, his breath a pleasant, warm wash on her skin.
Was it possible for her heart to stop and quicken all at once? The myriad of pleasant sensations: his breath, his scent, his flesh. Her breathing caught in her throat as her lips parted, exposing those straight teeth. She trembled, and her thighs tightened before releasing around him, her eyes rolling up slightly.
That little gesture made way for his hungry hand, and he delved between, stroking over the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Though noto leave it at that, his lips moved on down and he kissed beneath her earlobe so that his nose brushed against her. He kissed again softly, his lips big and soft against her pale skin, and he muttered in a low, pleasant husk, “You’re beautiful.”
She gasped, her eyes closing as she shimmied closer to him, letting the fishing pole slump into the dirt. Her knees fell away further, and her entire skin seemed to burn with desire. She wanted him. Oh yes, she did.
Her palm lay atop his, stroking him gingerly before she whimpered, “I can’t get pregnant.” She paused, her eyes finding his. “You can’t finish in me.”
Those words confirmed that she’d accept him, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. He was a strong bull of a man, and he wanted her, wanted to claim her. Fully and completely.
Excerpt 2
Walking around the counter, Tia reached up, embracing him in a familiar, loving manner. They’d had a past, but the distance had grown tough on her. The last time they’d spoken had not been pleasant, but it seemed all was forgiven.
Her smooth skin was a beautiful, light brown. Her cocoa eyes twinkled at him good-naturedly before she released him from her grips.
“Hey, stranger,” Tia purred before backing away. The sudden removal of her large breasts from his rib cage was unpleasant, especially after seeing her in that simple white dress that delved so teasingly low. Her hands were hard from all the work she did out on the farm, and her arms were well muscled, but that did nothing to distract from her ample and quite visible cleavage.
Being lovers with someone led to a certain familiarity that persisted even after the lovemaking ended. He stared a bit openly at her breasts, giving a very obvious and dramatic shiver.
“Damn, Tia,” he said in his gruff voice, a bit huskier thanks to the postcoital weariness and day’s journey he was suffering from. “Seeing you again is enough to make me forget I just hiked through the damn countryside all day.” With a broad, handsome smile he rested his gun, helmet and pack aside, “How’ve you been, gorgeous?”
“Busy.” The backs of her fingers ran down his chest before she forced herself away. “You know how it is. Planting season. We’re lucky we got a huge stock of seeds in from one of the communes in California.” She smiled, obviously having had a large role to play in procuring that.
“What about yourself? Guessin’ you got something for me?”
With a somewhat reluctant nod he hefted the heavy bag he was carrying up, carrying it over to her countertop. “The usual sort of stuff,” he said, brightening up a bit as he began to fish things out. “Some useful tools,” he said, referring to the knives as well as other more traditional tools. “Some entertainment,” he said, bringing forth some books. “The best, of course,” he added handsomely, “for my favourite lady in all the wastes.”
Excerpt 3
With a cheerful smile that was part teasing, part confident and cocky, but all loving and comforting, he brought a hand up to her face, stroked his thumb over her cheek, and said, “I’ll never turn down the opportunity to spend some time with you. You’ll always have a place in my heart, Tia. A prime, ladylike spot.”
With another of his hearty, full squeezes, he lifted her up off the floor a good couple inches, bending down and tilting his head so his dark lips met hers.
She kissed him back, her lips moving against his so tenderly, her hands wrapping around his neck as she helped him hold her body aloft. When finally they parted, she jerked her head back toward the stairs, her brown eyes full of promise.
She didn’t share the cabin with any others for the most part, except for in the winter when their numbers swelled, and there hadn’t been a sound since he arrived.
They didn’t walk to those stairs, however. He ran a hand down her spine to her ass, cupping that swell of flesh, and hefted her with a display of strength that made her look easier for him to carry than the satchel he brought in.
With her in his arm, he stroked his other hand over her leg, then along her arm, and back, placing a kiss on her lips. “I am going to savour this night,” he said, his voice almost a growl as his fingers grazed her breast. “And I’m going to suck these sore.”
She bit her lower lip, her nose nuzzling along his thick neck, her breath hitting against his collarbone. He could hear it quicken at his threat, and her hands clasped him more desperately. She’d always loved the things he could do to her, even before they got involved.
Even after they stopped, she found it hard to say no to him.
“Bedroom,” she growled, biting his ear and tugging it.