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Saturday, February 7, 2015
Welcome to the Cree Storm Blog Page and as the first visitor we have the amazing Grace Ryles with us . I hope you guys will enjoy her books as much as I like her as a person . I won't waste more of your time and start right away with her Bio after having learn a bit more about her you will be able to discover her newest book Finding holland.
Grace Ryles currently lives in Orlando, Florida with her beloved husband. Originally from New York, Grace grew up fast and learned a lot of truths at a young age. Early on, she realized the escape that books could give her from a world that was less than understanding. As a teenager, Grace began writing stories inspired by her environment and her favorite authors. Though she never attempted to publish them, writing became a new escape, one where she could create the perfect ending for the underdog. Grace’s stories always had a common factor. The end result was always an HEA. Writing took a back burner as life intruded but reading always remained as a deep passion. It wasn’t until reading her first ménage, Divine Grace by Heather Rainier, that she discovered the love of polyamorous relationships. Her writing sprang back to life and that’s when Second Chance at Love was created, displaying her love for the polyamory lifestyle.
A betrayal six years ago sent Holland Mathers's world spinning. Forcing her to flee the only place she'd ever known and the only men she'd ever loved. Vowing to move on from the past lands her in a local dungeon being manhandled by her date, Mitchel. The men who come to her rescue are none other than the objects of her desire, the men she thought she'd lost forever. Adrian Reyes and Oliver Edwards have loved Holland ever since the day they found her on the side of the road. Their relationship lasted only six months, but that was enough for them to spend all of their time searching for her when she fled their small town, without an explanation. Knowing that without her they will never be complete, they are determined to show her that their love can overcome whatever she is hiding from them. A chance encounter leads them to reuniting again, but things aren't that simple. Can they find a way back into her heart and bed or will they lose her forever?
“You want this cock, doll? You want me to shove it down your throat so you can swallow my cum?” She nodded her assent.
Walking right into her personal space, Adrian smeared his seed across her lips, temping her to open for him. “Go ahead, Holland. Show me what I’ve been missing. You know how I like it, baby.” She parted for him and he felt his first taste of heaven in six years. Her pert little tongue poked out and licked up the drop of pre-cum leaking from his tip. She delved into the slit begging for more of his cream. That wicked tongue then snaked around the head, slurping, tasting his flavor. “God, baby doll. So damn good, take me deep now.” Without any hesitation, Holland took him deeper into the recess of her mouth. He knew his cock was too big for that tiny orifice but that wouldn’t stop him from making her take more of him, as much as her little mouth could handle. With enough training she would take him all in a single pass. He continued to let her explore, taking him into her mouth in long passes, then hollowing out her cheeks on each withdrawal. Normally he wouldn’t allow this much control, he needed to be the leader, the one in charge, but right now he would indulge her. Give her this chance to become accustomed to his girth this one time. When she was finally ready to enter into the type of relationship they had previously, he would fuck her mouth with intemperance. For now he would enjoy the ride.
The feel of her walls contracting to keep him in as he withdrew was enough to send Oliver over the edge. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself not to come too soon. It had been so long since he had felt her tight wet heat. At first he forced himself to go slow, take his time to ease her into the feel of his large shaft fucking her. But once she gave him her consent he couldn’t hold back. He continued to shuttle into her, hitting every wall and the sensitive tissues of her pussy. Angling slightly, he positioned himself to hit the one place he knew would send her over the edge. He wanted her wanton and so filled with pleasure that she would never deny them again. Oliver just had to hold back long enough to get her off. It was almost too much for him when Holland started sucking Adrian. He knew how that mouth felt, dreamt of it. And right now Adrian was taking full advantage of that pleasure. He wanted to share it with Holland, but how would she feel? Was it too soon to introduce her to this new dynamic, one in which he was just as intimate with Adrian? He hoped not.
Removing his hands from her hips, Oliver slowed his pace. Determine to keep them both on the edge until he tested his theory. His thick fingers massaged as they moved up her spine, to finally rest against her nape. Gripping softly first then with more pressure he leaned down to whisper into her ear. “Our beautiful girl. I love watching you suck on our Master. It makes me so fucking hot, I want to share him with you Holly. Will you let me have a little taste?”
Holland faltered in her movements. What did Oliver just say? He wanted to taste Adrian. She knew that was something they must have done often, but it still shocked her. How did it make her feel, honestly? Oliver licking and sucking on Adrian’s hard dick, feeling the thick veins, tasting his woodsy essences, swallowing him deep…God! Just the thought sent a sharp current of electricity to her core, causing her muscle to contract around Oliver’s rigid member. It didn’t repulse her in the slightest and to be honest she wanted that. Wanted to share Adrian with Oliver. Pulling free of the cock in her mouth, she turned her head slightly, took in his desire-ridden eyes. “Show me…I want to see you, please, Master.”
Oliver’s eyes hooded further and Holland knew that she pleased him with her words. Oliver swooped down and took her mouth in a drugging kiss. Latching on for dear life, sucking at her tongue, nipping with his teeth. Surrounding her further, allowing her to melt into the moment. When he was finished he sought out Adrian’s cock. He didn’t have to search for long. It was hard and waiting for them, her saliva mixed with Adrian’s salty liquid coasted the shaft. Adrian took himself in hand and guided his cock to Oliver’s slightly parted lips. She watched as Oliver wasted no time, there was no pretense.
He simply inhaled the cock in front of him, taking Adrian deeper than she ever could. His mouth hollowed, taking the other man to the back of his throat in one single long pass. Holland could see Oliver’s throat working as he swallowed, massaged and grunted but never stopped powering into her. His thrust had slowed, but now they regained the speed he had lost. One hand left her nape and reached down to tug at her dark lover’s balls. His movements weren’t as tender or as graceful as Holland’s had been. He was frantic, all male, and Holland relished in his hard possession of her body. The other hand on her nape snaked around and held her throat in a tight grip, choking her for a heartbeat of a second. Then his hand relaxed and Holland sucked in a harsh breath. Oliver repeated this action, making her wetter than before, her cream running freely down her thighs. The eroticism of the moment drugging her. She was frenzied, hyperaware of each and every one of her senses.
The sensation of Oliver fucking her with all the grace of a wild animal, his hand wrapped around her throat making her feel so very vulnerable, the complete abandon in which he sucked on Adrian and God the sounds they made sent her skyrocketing. She had been kept on edge for too long, the desire built and crashed over her. Hurtling her into a world where she could only feel. Her pussy contracted, milking Oliver, begging for his semen. Wanting him to complete his possession of her, to feel his warm heat flood her system, But it didn’t come, he didn’t stop fucking her. And soon he was building her up again, another climax on the horizon.
“Oliver, fuck your mouth, love. Suck me, suck me hard but don’t let me come. I want to share that with our special girl.” Adrian looked down, his eyes finding hers. Showing her with those green orbs how much this moment meant to him.. “Baby doll, I want you to drink me down. Oliver is going to get me to the brink and then I want you to swallow me, take my cum into your mouth.” That seemed to spur Oliver on further. His head bobbed faster. Adrian threw his head back, groaning loudly in the empty room. “Fuck, love, let go, share me with Holland.” Oliver’s hand that had been tugging on Adrian reached out, took the shaft from his mouth, and thrust it in her face. Holland opened her mouth just as Oliver gripped her hair and led her to Adrian’s pulsating cock. Sealing her lips around the engorged flesh, she brought him as far as she could and swallowed, working her throat around the tight fit. Seconds later Adrian roared in completion, his hot semen splashing her throat. Holland rushed to swallow his semen but the orgasm was too much and it spilled from between her lips, dribbling down to her chin.
The savageness of the moment spurred her on, sending her headfirst into one of the most explosive climaxes of her life. Adrian’s softening cock slipped from her mouth but before long Oliver was there tilting her face toward him. “I need a taste,” was all he said before he began licking the dribbles of semen that had escaped her mouth.
Now let me ask you a few questions Grace so our readers can know you a little bit better.
Here we GO!!!!!
Describe a typical day’s writing for us ?
…. When I am not procrastinating on Facebook? LOL. A typical day for me (when I’m not procrastinating) I get up super early and check my emails and Facebook. After that I have a light breakfast or lunch depending on what time I rise. I live with major allergies so I am up half the night taking Benadryl so sometimes I wake up late. After I’ve addressed all items and am finally read to sit down. I open up my saved document and read the last two chapters that were created to help me identify where the story is going. Then I close my eyes turn on some music and just let my fingers go across the keyboard.
What inspires you?
…. The easier question would be what doesn’t inspire me. I take inspiration from everything around me; mostly its music but it can be a host of other things. I am an avid people watcher so sometimes when I am out; I watch people and try to figure out their story. Strangely, also the shower inspires me, I don’t know if because it allows my mind to become uncluttered but when I am in there, characters talk so much more loudly.
What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?
…. My advice to other writers is to just write. Write for yourself and no one else, it has to matter to you. Over the years, I learned that not everyone is going to love everything you create. It’s sad but a truth that, I know once my first book is published, I will have to learn all over again. For me writing was and still is a huge escape, if it is for you, never give up. Remember that you are your own worst critic. Things that may seem insurmountable are really not that bad. Don’t let other’s put down what you created.
Where do you see yourself in ten years’ time?
….. I see so many things for my future and if you would have asked me a few years ago, my answer would have been so different from what it is now. In ten years’ time I would like to have published my 100th book. I know crazy right! Making the New York Times Best Sellers list is a dream and a goal that I would love to have accomplished in that time frame. Aside from my career ambitions, I see myself celebrating my 24th year anniversary with my husband and with a couple of kids of our own. Overall, I see myself happy, healthy and living my life.
Do you have a favorite quote?
…. My favorite quote comes from, Marianne Williamson’s Return to Love Novel. The words resonate with me for many reasons, one of which is that we all are our own brick wall. We either by conscious actions or unconscious actions prevent ourselves from achieving greatness, because we are scared of what that greatness can mean for ourselves and the world around us.
"...Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?
… Oh yes, I suffer from writer’s block multiple times in writing each of my novels. It is more that somewhere along the lines my current WIP is leading me in a direction where the characters don’t want to go necessarily. So I have to go back and see where I was headed and make changes before, I can overcome the block.
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