Tales of The Change Series

When the Change occurred, the entire planet was thrown into chaos. But out of that chaos emerged the Changed, women and men with incredible physical and mental abilities. Olivia Lee is one of the Changed, driven by her sexual gifts to protect the people of her city from those who would seek to hurt or corrupt others. But what will happen when she meets one of the most hated and feared Changed of all? Will his tale drive her to aid him, or will she turn her back on one who most needs her sexual assistance? ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ Opening the door, she stepped into the dim light of the bedroom. Soft jazz played on the radio on the nightstand, and she was pleased to see that Edward had indeed removed his clothes, and was laying on his back on the bed. Very pleased. If he's a shower, not a grower, I'm still a lucky woman. But if he's a grower, well, I'm going to have one hell of a good night. The idea that she might not be able to bring Edward to an aroused state never even thought about crossing her mind. She slowly swayed towards the bed, hips moving in a seductive strut, her breasts bouncing not quite in time to the rhythm of her steps. Smiling, she looked down at him. “You look about as relaxed as a man about to face the guillotine,” she said. She held up the bottle of oil. “Why don't you turn over and I can give you a massage? And after that,” she said, half laughing, as he rolled over onto his stomach, head pillowed on his arms, “we can see if the irresistible force has any effect on the immovable object.” From beneath her came a rueful chuckle. He had a nice laugh, she thought. She wondered what he had been like, before the Change blighted his life. She tossed the towel to one side, uncapped the oil, and poured a generous amount into her cupped hand. She knelt at his knees, her legs straddling him, and softly touched his back, gentle fingers kneading the knots softly, trying to ease the tension in his rigid muscles. Gradually he began to unwind, his body sinking further into the mattress, his breath coming deeper. His eyes closed, he said in a sleepy murmur, “I've never had my very own geisha before. Did you acquire this skill with the Change?” “Of course,” she replied easily, pouring more oil down his spine to pool in the small of his back. Her thumbs smoothed oil up his back, then her arms spread wide to run her hands over his shoulders and biceps. He wriggled contentedly under her touch, the curves of his ass flexing, rising up to meet her touch. “What use does a computer programmer have learning massage? None. But the Seductress? She does. And enjoys using those skills.” She anointed her own body with the fragrant oil, shuddering in bone-deep pleasure as her slick hands rubbed it into her chest and belly. Dropping low, she ran her torso up the length of Edward's back, softly sweeping up the pale skin. And below her, she felt him begin to respond to her touch, shivers running down his body. At the top of one stroke, she paused, her breath hot in his ear, and her tongue reached out, the tip flicking delicately on the rounded lobe.

Olivia Lee, also known as the Seductress, has cured Edward Brewster of the curse of impotence. Now she has set her sights on bigger game. To prove she is a sexual healer, she and Edward seek out Blue Balls, a young woman who has been Changed to be irresistible to both men and women. But Blue labors under a curse of her own. She is desired by all, but is incapable of allowing anyone, man or woman, into her bed. Can Edward and Olivia succeed? Or will the curse of the Change leave all of them Feeling Blue? Excerpt Chuck Evans watched the three people in the booth near the window. His eyes were wide as he drank in Olivia's voluptuous form and Chloe's pale-skinned beauty. He pulled out his cell phone and snapped a few surreptitious pictures. Wait until he got off work! No one in the dorm was going to believe he had seen three of the Changed together! And one of them was the Seductress! And Blue Balls and E.D., too! He eagerly waited for the conversation to break off, and for the three of them to throw down in an epic fight like the one the Exterminator and the Flying Fox had in St. Louis last month. The one which had left the Arch lying at the bottom of the Mississippi River, and the governor of Missouri howling for damages. Sadly, no battle seemed to be forthcoming. While the conversation grew heated at times, there was no hint of violence. Probably just as well, he thought. I need the job. And if these three get rowdy one little coffee shop is going to be the least of their concerns. He straightened up as the Seductress rose and slowly strutted over to the counter, the hem of her dress fluttering around her thighs. He gulped, eyes wide, as her sheer physical impact drained the blood from his brain. His shaft tented his pants, and he tried to hide it behind the register. “Hello.” he said, flushing as his voice broke like a kid going through puberty. “Can I help you? Do you need a refill?” He tried to keep his eyes off the proud hills of her breasts, their nipples poking at the thin cloth covering her chest. “You surely can,” she said, her voice low and dark, thick with desire. “And I do need a refill. It has been...hours...since someone filled me up.” In his pants, his shaft surged, pounding with his heartbeat. He barely noticed Blue Balls stand and join the Seductress. “Do you see my friend over there? The thin man with dark hair?” Chuck nodded. “E.D.,” he said. She smiled. “He prefers Edward these days. But I'm glad you know who he is. And who we are. Well, Chuck,” she said, reading his name tag. “Edward and I have a little bet. And Blue here is very interested in the result. Edward thinks I can't make you come with him in the building. You know how he is supposed to affect men. I think I can do it. Blue is going to be our witness. “So is there someplace we can be alone? Just the three of us?” Chuck's eyes darted between the three of them. The Seductress smiled and leaned forward, allowing him to see down her cleavage. Blue Balls rolled her eyes. In the corner booth, E.D. (no, Edward, damn it) raised his cup in a mocking salute. “Cynthia,” he said, his voice shaking a little. “Could you watch the front counter for a few minutes? I'm taking my break.”