Weekly Author Spotlight-Julie Shelton




by A.J. Steele


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When Emma answers the urgent pounding on her front door, she is shocked to see Gage Rutherford standing there in the pouring rain. Without a word, he is upon her like a starving man. He’s not supposed to be back from his business trip until tomorrow! But after three days of constant edging, he apparently needs her just as badly as she needs him.

A night of frenzied love-making, which barely takes the edge off their hunger, is followed by yet another sexual odyssey. This time in public, surrounded by people! Thrilled at the possibility of being caught, Emma finds herself eagerly anticipating public exhibitionism. She is utterly hooked on this sexy billionaire alpha. The more she’s with him, the more she wants. But, she knows he’s in it just for the sex. Eventually he will decide he’s had enough of her and cast her aside. Then what? How will she ever be able to reassemble the pieces of her shattered heart?

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Suddenly desperate to change the mood and re-establish some sort of distance between them, she bit her lip and stiffened her resolve. She refused to fall in love with this man. She would take what he had to give, learn what he had to teach, both about him and about herself. In return, she would give him everything he demanded of her. Her body. Her submission. But not her heart. Never her heart.

Gage stopped beside the bed and turned to pull her toward him. But instead of moving into his arms, she forced her lips upward in a wicked smile and pushed her hands against his chest, toppling him back onto the mattress.

“Put your hands on the headboard and keep them there,” she said in a low, firm voice. Breath held, she watched his face, waiting to see if he would go along with her attempted coup.

He glowered up at her through slitted eyes. But he reached over his head and grabbed the headboard. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Ms. Burke?” he asked, his voice full of menace.

Before he had a chance to change his mind, she climbed up on the bed and straddled his torso, facing his feet. “I think…” she said slowly, grinding her pussy against his belly, gratified to feel his muscles jerk beneath her wet folds… “that you tormented me for three agonizing days. And now…” she continued, grabbing his hard cock and lowering her head, angling it to lick up and down the rigid shaft. The gesture made the breath shudder from his lungs in a low groan. “Now…” She repeated, nibbling up and down his length like she was eating an ear of corn… “It’s my turn to torment you.”

When he just growled deep in his throat, she turned and looked at him over her shoulder with one cautious eye. He looked wary, but he made no move to stop her, so she decided to continue. Slowly, deliberately, she backed up his body toward his head, until her pussy bumped into his chin. Lifting her hips slightly, she continued her backward move until her pussy was right above his mouth.

“Jesus, baby, you smell so fuckin’ good,” Gage ground out. “Lower your hips. Sit on my face. I’ll suck you off.”

She lowered her hips, rubbing her pussy on his face. Then she jerked her hips upward.


“I don’t want to suffocate you.”

His chuckle came out more like a groan. “You just let me worry about that. I need your sweet pussy as much as I need to breathe. Now get back down here.”

Giggling, she lowered her pussy back onto Gage’s face. His tongue got busy licking up and down her furrow, flicking back and forth across her clit, fucking in and out of her portal. Tingles shot through every nerve ending in her body, wreaking havoc with her ability to breathe. Or think. Blindly, she slid her hand down his cock and wrapped it around his base, squeezing convulsively. He writhed beneath her, arching his back slightly as if begging her to do more than just squeeze.

But despite his pleasuring tongue, she refused to be rushed. By now his cock had returned to its fully engorged magnificence and she spent a long minute just looking at it from all angles. She loved his cock. The look of it. The feel of it. The shape and size and smell of it. Thick and meaty and heavily-veined. And pierced. Holy fuck, she loved that piercing.

With exaggerated slowness, she dragged her hand up his cock, until just the crown was protruding above her clenched first. Then, using the fingertip of her other hand, she began a gentle circling back and forth along his slit, barely touching it. His cock jerked and pulsed in her grip. With a low groan, he started to lift his torso off the bed, but sank back down when she stopped circling and turned her head to look at him.

“You like this?” she asked.

His only response was a grunt and a sarcastic lift of one black eyebrow.

She just gave a little giggle and resumed her teasing. Very shortly, beads of pre-cum were rolling down his cock head. She continued her circling motion and began moving her hand up and down his shaft, squeezing hard, gratified when she felt him thicken even more.

Finally replacing her fingertip with her mouth, she kept her lips open around his cock head, not touching him, just letting him feel her warm breath brushing across his sensitive skin. Pulling her head back, she resumed the circling motion with the tip of her tongue, wrenching yet another moan from his throat.

“Jesus, Professor!”

“Good, huh?” She pursed her lips to blow on the tip of his cock, and his moan turned into a cry. Placing her lips right on his tip, she hesitated for one brief second, then slammed her head down with a deep suctioning motion, engulfing his length in her hot, wet mouth.


Gage jerked bolt upright, grabbing her hips to keep from upending her, before he collapsed back down, pulling her pussy back down to his marauding mouth.

Emma released him with a pop and turned her head to frown at him. “I beg your pardon, Mr. Rutherford, but where are your hands?”

It was a few seconds before she felt them leave her hips and heard them return to the headboard.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” She clucked her tongue and waggled a scolding finger at him. “You naughty boy. You released the headboard. Against my specific instructions, I might add. I’m afraid that has earned you a punishment.”

Without waiting to see his reaction to that, she once again closed her mouth around him and began bobbing her head up and down, faster and faster, twisting her hand at his base, sliding it up to meet her lips at every descent. The faster and more intense her movements on his cock, the faster and more intense the movements of his mouth and tongue on her pussy, until they were both soaring toward a cataclysmic orgasm.

“Fuck, Professor, I’m coming!” Gage’s voice vibrated against Emma’s super-sensitized tissue and sent her toppling over the edge. But, even as her body exploded in a seismic eruption of exquisite pleasure, she still managed to jerk her head off his cock and squeeze the base with all her strength, preventing him from a climax of his own.

She was still coming when Gage suddenly sat up, grabbed her around the waist and tugged her across his knees, ignoring her yelp of shocked protest. She struggled, but was no match for his superior strength.

“Holy fuck, Professor, did they teach you that at Miss Abernathy’s Academy for Adventurous Young Ladies, too? Along with your oral skills? Kind of makes me wonder what other devilish little tricks you have up your sleeve.”

Without waiting for her reply, he began spanking her ass. Hard. She screamed and writhed, trying to get away from his punishing hand, but she was soon forced to simply endure, sobbing fitfully, tears pouring down her cheeks as he lit her ass on fire.

When he was finally finished, he flipped her easily onto her back and rose above her, grabbing the backs of her knees and spreading them wide, pushing them up onto the pillow on either side of her head.

He stared at her ass, bright red from his punishment. “Damn, little sub, that’s a sight that brings joy to my heart. A freshly punished ass, hot and red and gorgeous. Here. Hold your legs right there,” he ordered, releasing her and bending down. Thrusting his hands beneath her buttocks, he lifted her ass to his mouth and placed a kiss in the center of each fiery cheek. “Jesus, I can feel the heat coming off you.”

“Trust me,” she groaned, “It feels a lot hotter on my side.

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Fr614lXn787JL._UX250_om fairies in the garden at age 9 to handcuffs in the boudoir at age 60, Julie’s writing has run the gamut. In between she managed to graduate cum laude with a B.A. in French from Georgia State University followed by a Master’s Degree in Library Science from Emory University. Having thus procured these two necessary but ultimately irrelevant pieces of paper, she launched a successful career as a children’s librarian, followed by an even more successful career as a professional storyteller and puppeteer. She published Kidstuff, an award-winning, monthly newsletter, as well as a book, Puppets, Poems and Songs, both major language arts resource for early childhood educators.

At various points in her life, if asked what she would like to be, her answer would have been (in rough chronological order, since some of these lofty ambitions overlapped): a fairy, a princess, a ballerina, Nancy Drew, Cherry Ames, a paleontologist, Scarlett O’Hara, thin and beautiful, an actress, and a writer. Now, at age 73, her answer to that question would most likely be, “younger”.

Followed closely, of course by bestselling author. Oh, and a princess. Some dreams die hard.

Now retired, Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.

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