He heeds the call of the many characters that pop into his mind and demand to have their stories put in print. Their tales are both serious and humorous. A multi-published author his stories cover many genres including contemporary romance, paranormal romance and science fiction. His stories are both erotic and non-erotic in nature. G.E. is the leader of a local writers group and in addition hosts a meeting of his own locally on fiction writing bi-monthly.
Although G.E. Stills writes some stories that are non-erotic most of them are. It is a safe bet that all of them will contain romance though and more than likely action. His female characters are strong, sexy and usually couldn't care less what others think of them.
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The way I see It
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A Witch and Her Man
Gail is a very frightened lady. She is getting death threats over the phone and someone has been in her house while she was at work. In desperation she employs Jeff, a PI-bodyguard, for protection and to find the one or ones responsible. During the course of their first face-to-face meeting Gail informs him she is a witch. He makes light of her revelation but soon discovers she is serious in her claim.
She accuses him of being cocky but she discovers he is not just bragging. He is very good at his job. From the start they find each other mutually attractive physically and a short time later, in personality.
Despite his vow to himself to resist, Jeff finds himself more attracted to her every day they spend together. Gail, for her part, does not make his resistance easy. She torments and teases him continuously.
Despite his protection, will she be killed or will he find the ultimate source of the threats? How will he deal with it if he does?
"Stay here and keep low," Jeff growled again at the terrified and now fully awake Gail.
He crawled across the floor, grabbed an extra magazine and peeked outside just in time to see two men scrambling into a car. One of the men was holding his chest and staggering. For just a moment, the streetlight illuminated them and Jeff saw both were wearing police uniforms. At first glance, the car appeared to be a police cruiser but to his educated eye it was not. It was the wrong make and model. Both men scrambled into the auto and it sped away, tires squealing.
Jeff leapt to his feet and began to shoot at the receding car. The loud reports of his gun shattered the early morning stillness. Jeff's lips tightened in satisfaction when he saw the back window of the fleeing car explode into tiny pieces. Bullets continued to pepper the car as he emptied his entire twelve round clip into it. The car rounded the corner and was lost to view. Without even thinking, Jeff ejected the spent magazine, slid in a fresh one and chambered a round.
He turned just in time to be assaulted by the terrified woman who threw herself into his arms. He held the still smoking pistol away from her while wrapping his free arm around her. "I thought I told you to stay put and stay down," he growled. His voice softened. "Are you ok?"
"Yes, at least I think so. Are you?"
"I'm fine," he started then noticed she was completely nude. Gently, he forced her back into the house. Lights in the neighborhood had begun to come on.
"Get dressed. I'm sure we're going to have company soon," he said in a calm voice that belied his actual feelings at seeing her this way.
Gail looked down at herself and her eyes filled with horror when she realized she was nude. With a tiny shriek, she placed one arm over her breasts and a hand over her sex. She dashed across the living room, into her bedroom and closed the door. He shook his head and grinned.
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Sleeping with her is a draining experience... For hundreds of years Carina has killed those she is intimate with by draining their life force. That is her purpose, she is a succubus. When she meets Garron her life changes. She discovers she can allow those she is intimate with to live by only draining part of their life force. Being with him awakens something inside her that has been dormant for many years–– emotions. Her life is changed, but not everyone is happy about the new Carina.
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The woman returned and took a seat. Carina spilled her drink intentionally and scooted her chair back. "Crap," she said loud enough to be heard over the background music. The legs of her chair scrapped over the floor. Carina stood abruptly before the spilled drink could reach her. Both the man and the blonde looked her way. Just for a second the woman's blue-eyed gaze fixed to hers. That was all it took.
Make excuses and leave, Carina mentally ordered her. And don't touch that drink. A cocktail server appeared with a towel in hand and started mopping up the spilled drink. Carina stood beside her table and dismissed the waitress, listening instead to the couple's words.
"I'm sorry Ken. While in the bathroom I remembered I have an important meeting at work tomorrow morning, I can't afford to miss it. Maybe a rain check?" she asked.
Carina could see the visible disappointment wash across Ken's face. His words belied his feelings. "I understand Marcie. You have that rain check."
Marcie glanced at her watch. She scooted her chair back and stood. "It's time for me to go. Bye Ken. I had a great time." Marcia strode toward the exit while Ken watched.
Now to focus his attention on me. "Sorry I made such a mess." She said to the cocktail server. "I feel like such a fuckin klutz."
"No problem Miss. All cleaned up," the server said. "Can I get you another drink?"
"Please," Carina said. Their loud conversation had the desired effect. Ken's eyes shifted to her.
"The same?" the waitress asked.
Carina hesitated for a moment deciding. Never taking her eyes from Ken she told the waitress, "No, I think this time I'll have a Screaming Orgasm. Maybe more than one." Her chuckle was deep and filled with lust.
That certainly grabbed his attention. Carina smiled at him and he returned it with a huge grin. From the corner of her eye she saw the server follow her gaze. "I'm sure you will," she whispered then louder she said. "I'll be right back with your order." She walked away.
Carina sat. Using the pretext of turning in her seat, she spread her legs wide. Her skirt rose higher exposing the soft inner skin of her creamy thighs and the tiny white patch of material that barely covered her core. Her smile widened at Ken's hard swallow.
Shows over. Mission accomplished. Carina twisted in her seat and pulled her legs together.
Ken rose and glided over to her table like a vulture closing on its prey. But this prey consumes vultures. She grinned up into his face.
"Mind if I sit?" She noticed him already sliding the chair back confidently as he asked. He placed his half full drink on the table.
"My name is Ken, and yours?"
"Carina. Nice to meet you Ken." She leaned forward resting her arms on the table giving him her full attention. Her top dipped open providing him an even better view of her breasts and making him aware the she did not wear a bra. She was certain he could see at least the tops of her dusky red areolas.
She broke into his thoughts. "I couldn't help overhearing. Sorry Marcie had to leave Ken." Carina's words drew his attention to her face.
His gaze moved upward. "God you're beautiful. I don't know what else to say. Your fantastic green eyes nearly steal my breath."
Smooth talker. Reel him in Carina reel him in. "Thank you. You're very handsome yourself. I could easily get lost in your deep brown ones. Makes me think of chocolate and I love chocolate." She licked her lips. "Yum Yum."
The waitress returned with her order. Turning to Ken she asked. "Did she leave?"
"Yes," Ken answered.
"Okay." On her way leaving the waitress picked up the doctored drink from the empty table.
Carina took a sip of her drink. They spent an hour in casual conversation. The musky scent of her arousal wafted up from between her legs. She could almost see it undulate across the table, curl around Ken and envelope him completely. He licked his lips as if he could taste her aroma. The entire time she watched him undress her with his eyes over and over. At last she said what she was certain he was thinking.
"Shall we dispense with the small talk and say what's really on our minds?" she asked.
"What's on our minds?" He grinned.