Purp's Place
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SCREWED received 4 1/2 CHERRIES!

This is a funny take on the erotica genre, but there’s also a good story, too. J. Hali Steele uses names and characterizations typical to the genre, but the substance of the story makes this work worth the time. - Tiger Lily, LASR See more review at Whipped Cream Erotica
Genres: Humor & Satire, Paranormal; Vampires; Ménage; Bisexual and More

BLURB:
An irreverent poke into the world of Women’s Erotica.

Purple P. Rose is a brash private investigator. Her latest case has her visiting the city’s seediest nightspot, the Mons Venus, with partner and boyfriend, Richard E. Rection. Their new case is full of surprises -- especially when Dick “discovers” he’s bisexual.

They are both unaware there’s a new and slightly sinister being in town -- Peter Hard, a vampyre who enjoys the taste of women and men alike. He’s chosen Purple to be his. Ready to claim her, he uses his powers to coerce Dick to bring him in as a partner.

Their lives will never be the same again.

We kinda doubt yours will, either.

EXCERPT:
One point of view…
It was the crack of dawn. Purple P. Rose woke up with a hairy one in her face -- Boyd’s ass. Shit, had she had too much to drink? She couldn’t think straight. Everything was askew -- even the view out of her ritzy loft’s window. The trees appeared to bow and wave at her as she listened to the shower run in her bathroom.
What the hell had happened last night? Something about the new guy. She looked back at Boyd, who still slept peacefully. Purp gazed across the park and tried to remember. She did have some memories intact -- the worst being her partner Dick. She thought he’d gone soft. Maybe not. She shook her head to clear the clouds of confusion.
Richard E. Rection was a real son of a bitch known as Dick to his friends. Purp found she’d rather have no one else back her up in a tight spot. He’d done that last night. Warmth crept down her thighs as she turned over the pictures in her mind of what she could remember. She’d seen a new side of Dick. Flashes came to her in living color.
They’d checked out the club Mons Venus, a cheap strip joint on the Westside, as planned. The girls there were known to go all the way with customers. So, needless to say, the place stayed full.
Every nut-sac in town turned up at Mons Venus. Purp and Dick had met there last night to interview a bartender involved in their latest case. It wasn’t their usual type of job, but she’d taken it for the money. Car repairs had left her flat broke, and it was the first of the month, which came too fast lately.
Her real problem -- so did Dick.
Now she remembered. He’d been the first to interview the bartender in question. Dick then disappeared with him to a room behind the stage.
After he’d left, Purp ordered her second gin and tonic. She’d decided to enjoy the show. The girl on stage had hair the color of a magnificent western sunset. The bush between her thighs carried the same flaming color. Red knew the pole she used intimately. Purp’s panties were soon full of morning dew. But it was nighttime and she wanted to be full of something else. A hefty dick, a sliver of tongue, it didn’t matter. Anything would do the job right now.
A tremor of premonition lanced through her. She studied the other patrons. As she looked around, her eyes lit on a dark corner table. Someone stared back at her from the table there. She could make out the outline of a body. Male. Smoke wafted around him, obscuring his face. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and her pussy clenched on itself. Who was he and why was he watching her? It wasn’t the first time she’d had the feeling lately. Shit, just what she needed -- the witchy stuff following her around.
Purp shook it off and felt her side for the gun holstered there. The wave of raw lust that slammed into her left her weak. Between her thighs, her cunt pulsed. She went through life horny, but what hit her now was hell.
Dick hadn’t returned, so Purp went to find him. What she found didn’t shock her. Not much did nowadays. She’d opened the door to the room where she heard thumping and bumping inside, and found him in a big wingback chair with his pants around his ankles and the bartender’s face buried between his muscular Adonis-like thighs. Purp had never seen Dick in this light. Hmm.
“Purp --”

Another point of view…
Dick sat looking out the window of Purple’s loft and wondered what the fuck had happened. One minute he was having a drink at the Mons Venus, then the next thing he remembered with total clarity was Peter sucking his cock. Damn good too. Stay focused. Other memories of Boyd’s mouth covering his broad dick’s head snuck up on him.
He glanced over at Boy in Purp’s king-sized bed. Had they all slept there last night? Jesus, he couldn’t think rationally with Boy’s semi-hard penis peeking at him from under the covers. Delicious.
He wasn’t gay, didn’t even know he was bi until yesterday. God, he’d been missing a lot. Dick had known Boy, the regular bartender at the Venus, for a long time. But he never expected last night at all. It came back to him in bits and pieces. Mostly pieces. The constant buzz wreaked havoc in his head.
Dick had never sucked dick and his backdoor had never been opened, but damn if he wasn’t sitting here thinking about having a big, hard cock shoved up his ass. His gaze went to the bathroom door. Aside from the sound of water running, quiet overwhelmed him. He got a little scared. Somehow he knew not to knock or open it.
Who the hell was Peter Hard? He remembered introducing him to Purp as their new partner, but why? Dick had only met him yesterday. Peter had approached him at the bar when he’d been talking to Boy about the guy who lost his wallet.
“I found a wallet in the corner over there and turned it in to management.” The stranger’s voice was deep and mesmerizing. How had he known what Dick had been thinking? Maybe he’d overheard him talking to Boy.
“Great, that’s wonderful. Thought I’d be a lot longer on this case.” The owner of the club would still pay him for time spent on it. Dick would let Purp know as soon as she arrived. She was meeting him here.
“You need a partner?”
“I have a partner and we can’t afford another one right now. You’ve done private investigation?” The man’s eyes pierced him as Dick extended his hand. “I’m Richard E. Rection. Didn’t catch your name?”
“Peter Hard.”
“Hell, you must have taken as much abuse as I did growing up with a moniker like that.” They both laughed like they were old friends. In fact, Dick got a hard-on.
I’m your new partner.
“Sure, we can use a partner.” Dick’s cock pressed painfully into his pants. Boy walked back and forth the length of the bar. Each time he spoke to a customer, Dick watched his mouth, and grew harder by the minute. What the hell? A new sensation swelled in him. His cock leaked at the thought of the man’s full lips wrapped around it.
He and Purp were pretty open about their relationship and had shared women often. Purple liked to watch other girls suck his cock. She teased him about the size of it, and enjoyed seeing if the ladies could take all of it in their mouths. Most couldn’t. Purple also liked to have her pussy licked.
You want some of that?
Peter’s voice in his head made him jump. “Excuse me?” Dick wasn’t ready to deal with this. How had he heard Peter so plainly? His mouth hadn’t opened. Purp’s story about the informant who swore he saw a person disappear into thin air rattled around in his head. Dick had laughed, and told her most of her sources were high on something. He hadn’t been talking about life, either.
The bartender. You want his lips on your cock?
“Yes.” Where the hell had that come from? What was going on? He did want it. Bad. The door opened and he felt air around his ankles. He turned around and saw Purp. Dick exhaled a breath of air. He’d grown uneasy talking to Peter. His head buzzed and he didn’t feel right.
I’ll let you tell her about me. Another ringing entered Dick’s head. Peter’s eyes held him. We’ll talk later. Dick got up and walked over to Purp. He steered her to a table in the front. He wouldn’t tell her until after he sunk himself in Boy. His cock twitched. Purp would kill him for the lie he prepared to tell her. Really, it was just withholding information. She’s going to kick my ass.
“Hey, you’re right on time.” His face flamed as he talked to her. “Boy’s shift ends in a few minutes, and we’re going to talk in the manager’s office.”
“Great, I’ll just relax and have a drink.”
Boy came by to get him. Dick glanced around and didn’t see Peter. Maybe he’d left. He’d tell Purp later they had a new partner and that he’d solved the case. He couldn’t contain himself thinking about having privacy to interview the bartender. Boy didn’t know about the wallet yet or he would have mentioned it, right? Hell, Dick didn’t care. He wanted to be alone with him. Any lighter in here, a wet spot would show on the front of his pants. Thank God the Venus stayed a dark hellhole.
Dick felt odd but he ignored it. He wanted to have his cock sucked. Now. By Boy. He followed him to the manager’s office, they entered, and Boy locked the door. Dick took a deep breath. The bartender licked his lips as he rubbed against him. Dick trembled at the warm breath of air that touched his face.
“You gonna let me suck you, Dick?”

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"Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out."
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Site contains
ADULT MATERIAL
SCREWED AGAIN
BLURB:
Purple P. Rose and Peter Hard are back in another erotic bisexual romp.

Purp’s partner, and used-to-be boyfriend, Richard E. Rection, is missing. New partner and lover Peter Hard, the local vampyre enclave’s king, believes he knows the culprit responsible. Purp and Peter are hot on the heels of the vamp that has Dick, and he may be rogue.

Searching for her old lover, Peter lets Purple live a little in his lusty world. He doesn’t want to tell her Dick may just be having the time of his life and the vampyre who wooed him away may be filling more than Dick’s nights with the delights of a lifetime.

Peter will return him -- if Purple wants him back.


EXCERPT:
Peter’s arms encircled Purp and he pulled her against his body. The feel of his cock at her back made her shiver. “Can I drink from this one?” Unsure of the blond vamp that stood in front of her, Purp’s gaze traveled the length of his body. His long, black trench coat hung open, revealing a superb muscular body beneath it. Slightly taller and thicker than Peter’s athletic six-foot frame, he looked like a Viking god.
Her partner’s laughter bounced from the walls in the deserted alleyway. “You’ll never change, Purple. Bent is my general, the second-in-command and he carries my blood. He could feed you well. First, I must see to his needs.” She watched Peter bare his wrist and push the bigger vamp into the side of the building. “Take what you want.”
Fangs lengthened and Bent’s eyes locked on the throbbing vein in front of him. Purple’s pussy clenched and sent more moisture to the crotch of her already wet panties. Christ, could she stand to watch this and not swoon at the myriad of feelings that surfaced?
She watched as the points disappeared into Peter’s arm. While the vamp drank from his lord, Peter used his free hand to rip the material from the man’s chest. His hair was darker there than the blond waves that reached below his shoulders. Her vamp latched onto the other’s nipple, and she heard the sucking noise created by pulling at the nub.
Bent’s moan shattered the silence and was quickly followed by the sound of a zipper. “Yes, my lord, take it out.”
Purple couldn’t stand it anymore. Her own pants were undone and she shoved her hand inside to minister to her aching clit. The musky odor of sex filled the alley, Bent’s and hers. “Umm, guys, I’m alone here, doing myself with two big bad vampyres standing inches from me. What does that say about both of you?”
Raising his head, Peter said, “Your turn will come...

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4 TOMBSTONES! Jackie at Bitten By Books said: My fingers are shaking and my breath is coming in shallow gasps as I type this review. I have never laughed so hard in my life. Screwed, J. Hali Steele’s “irreverent poke into the world of Women’s Erotica” took every tired trope in the erotica genre, lined them up in a neat little row, and bashed the hell out of them. Read more HERE.