Eat Your Heart Out: A Romance Charity Anthology

by Skye MacKinnon

  Linzi Basset is an international bestselling author of suspense filled romance books who refuses to be bound to any one sub-genre. Her initial offering: Club Alpha Cove, reached a bestseller list, and she has been on those lists ever since. Labelling her as prolific is a gross understatement as just a few short years later she has now been published over seventy times.

  Linzi believes that by telling stories in her own voice, she can better share with her readers the essence of her being: her passionate nature; her motivations; and her wildest fantasies. Her advice: “Believe in the passions driving your desires; live them; enjoy them; and allow them to bring you happiness.”

  Recipe

  INGREDIENTS

  3 tablespoons soft butter

  1 cup sugar

  3 eggs

  1 cup flour

  1 teaspoon baking powder

  A pinch of salt

  1/4 cup milk

  4 or 5 apples peeled & sliced and simmered in water & 1 teaspoon cinnamon for 5 min /1 can pie apples

  Cinnamon

  For the Syrup:

  1 cup sugar

  1/2 cup milk

  1 cup cream

  Method:

  Beat the butter and sugar until soft and fluffy.

  Add the eggs, mixing in one by one.

  Sift in the flour, baking powder and a pinch of salt and mix this in.

  Add the milk and mix well.

  Butter a medium size ovenproof glass dish and pour mixture into the dish. Pack the apples on top of the mixture.

  Bake at 180 degrees Celsius/350 degrees Fahrenheit for about 45 minutes.

  While this is baking you can prepare the syrup:

  Add all the syrup ingredients into one pot and heat over medium/low heat until sugar has dissolved.

  Once you take the pudding out of the oven, pour the syrup over the hot pudding, and allow it to soak up the sugary goodness.

  Let this cool ever so slightly and then serve with vanilla ice-cream, custard, whipped cream, or pouring cream.

  And enjoy!!

  Her Carrot Harem

  Jade Waltz

  Heat level: 4

  I bought my new house without reading the fine print…

  Little did I know it came with a garden filled with cursed vegetables.

  Chapter 1

  Autumn

  The blazing sun heated my skin, drawing beads of moisture from places I didn't know could sweat.

  Not even the clouds could protect me from the summer rays. I prayed that I had put enough sunscreen on to prevent a nasty burn that would surely come.

  Sitting up, I sighed as I wiped my forehead and stared at the harvest-ready garden.

  Rows upon rows of vegetables waited for me to pluck them, all nice and juicy and ready for me to eat.

  And I couldn't wait.

  Carrot cake had been on my mind since I first bought this house. Once I saw that my new property came with a well-groomed garden filled with carrots, corn, cucumbers, and eggplants, I knew it was a fine bonus indeed.

  Carrots were my favorite vegetable and were versatile in how they could be used.

  Plus, who didn't like a fresh-baked carrot cake with walnuts and cream cheese frosting?

  No one.

  I felt like Bubba from Forrest Gump, dreaming about all the recipes I could make with the number of carrots in the field. Perhaps I would share some of my dishes with my new neighbors as I introduce myself to them.

  But first, I needed to harvest my buried treasures.

  After a long day of baking outside in the hot sun, walking into the kitchen straight from a nice shower felt refreshing. Something about cleansing the day's grime and sweat was always an orgasmic experience for me.

  Good thing I own the whole collection of Herbal Essences to heighten the sensations from the steamy water.

  Humming my favorite club tune, I danced to my own beat, enjoying the feeling of my silk booty shorts and matching cami.

  The only thing I needed to end the night right was to sample my day's treasure with a farmer's greatest dressing.

  Ranch. Classic Buttermilk Ranch.

  It was a gift from the heavens to bless all my favorite foods with divine creaminess.

  And I had a basket of the finest looking carrots sitting on my counter, just begging for me to wash and devour them.

  Turning the water on, I pulled out the produce soap and rolled a drying towel on the counter. Smiling, I moved the carrot basket over to the kitchen sink, ready to sample the veggies of my labor.

  I pumped a large glob of soap on my hand, taking in the zesty lemon scent as I reached the first victim of the night. Wrapping my fingers around the orange root, I was surprised by its veininess as I began to lather it.

  Something about scrubbing the phallic-shaped treasure in my hands awoke erotic thoughts within me. It'd been a while since I'd been with a man, and now, here I was, working perfectly dildo-shaped carrots in my hands made me wish they were the real deal.

  Skinny and long.

  Short and girthy.

  Twisted and equipped with unique extra tendrils.

  Staring at my collection of freshly washed and groomed carrots, I couldn't believe how fuckable they all were.

  Never mind eating them tonight; I would rather devour them in other ways.

  Blame all those sex education classes for sexualizing food by forcing us to place a condom over a banana. I couldn't forget how the movie American Pie made fucking food a thing—well, perhaps I should say bringing light to the activity.

  Giggling, I placed my night snack on a plate and grabbed a tub of ranch out of the refrigerator before making my way to the living room. Placing my carrot platter on the center table, I selected the first victim of the night as I plopped down on my couch with my dressing ready for dipping.

  Something about this carrot called to me.

  The smoothness of its skin. The ridges along its length.

  I didn't know if it was the way it fit in my hand, but I was curious how it would feel.

  I'd heard stories about horny teenagers using anything from their hair brushes to odd things like the broomstick's end to masturbate. Why couldn't I be adventurous for once and try out a carrot? It wasn't like anyone was here to witness me doing it.

  Placing my food items to the side, I threw off my cami and shimmied out of my shorts. Gathering my organic dildo, I lay back on the couch and sighed.

  Tracing my lips with the end of the carrot, I ran one hand over my stomach and cupped my nether lips. Closing my eyes, I licked the carrot tip as my fingers slid between my soaking wet vagina.

  Rubbing my clit, I sucked on the root as I imagined it being a gorgeous—and clean—cock. Its flavor was sweet on my tongue as I rolled it around the taproot.

  The carrot was rock hard and ready for me.

  A moment later, I pulled it out of my mouth with a pop. Dragging it down my neck, I traced my hardened nipples, wishing they could be sucked. Lazily, I zigged and zagged along my stomach to my needy pussy.

  Gently, I prodded my hole, sliding the thickness in and out effortlessly as I continued to rub my raised mushroom. Each ridge rubbed against my inner walls, sketching and filling me so deliciously—much more than my fingers ever had.

  Quickly, I built up a rhythm, feeling myself get closer to the edge with each pump.

  Moaning, my mouth dropped open as mother nature blessed me.

  Chapter 2

  Danvers

  The walls squeezed me as screams of ecstasy filled my… ears?

  Opening my eyes, I gasped as my sense of vision returned to me… to see a goddess wrapped around my cock. Her golden hair fell around her face, like a platter of buttered croissants ready to be plucked off a display. Her hands fell to her sides as she lay sprawled out on an emerald couch in bliss.

  Somehow, I'd been saved from experiencing another year of torture.

  "My Goddess, I am humbled by your adventurous nature, for you have broken my curse," I said, coming out more l
ike a moan from the sensations radiating from my new cock. "But I beg of you to save my brothers, too. They are trapped and need your help!"

  Screaming, the goddess opened her bright green eyes in shock as she unsheathed from my hardened tool. Scrambling to get away from me, she pointed at me.

  "Who are you?" she demanded, grabbing one of my carrot brothers from a plate on the table and pointing it at me as if it were a sword. "What are you doing here? Are you some magician? How did you replace my carrot with your cock?"

  "I am the carrot," I replied, raising my hands as I backed away to give her enough space. The last thing I wanted to do was for her to accidentally kill one of my brothers as she tried to stab me. "Or was the carrot."

  "Are you high?" She stood up, advancing toward me with her carrot-sword in hand. "Tell me why I shouldn't call the cops on you this very minute."

  "Because it's the truth," I swore, jerking my hands higher in the air as she appeared to want to take a swipe at me. "My name is Danvers. The local witch cursed my brothers and me. Something about our father selling her poor-quality vegetables that killed her familiar rabbit. As punishment, instead of killing us, she transformed us into carrots to be reborn every season, so we can experience the growing pains and a miserable death forever until the curse is broken."

  "And if you speak the truth," she muttered, watching me suspiciously with narrowed eyes. "How can the curse be broken?"

  "There is only one way to break it." I licked my lips nervously, tasting the remnants of her sweet nectar on them. "'To give someone the greatest pleasure that they dared to have.'"

  "How were you supposed to do that as a carrot—" She covered her mouth and gasped, dropping her weapon onto the floor. "By having someone use it as a…"

  "Sex toy."

  "And no one would be caught doing that."

  "No one but you," I corrected, shooting her a soft smile. "That’s why she did it. Only the most daring would use a carrot to take them to new heights.”

  “How do I know you are telling the truth?”

  “By letting me use my brother on you,” I countered, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I picked up my fallen sibling off of the floor. “If he becomes a man right before your eyes, then you will know I am telling the truth.”

  Chapter 3

  Autumn

  Somehow, I believed him.

  How else could I explain the fact that the naked man standing before me was once a carrot himself?

  He was a fine specimen to behold.

  His wavy red locks framed his face as piercing green eyes watched me as he held a carrot in his hand. His tanned body must’ve come from the many days he baked out in the sun, but how was he so fit?

  “How can you keep a shape like that”—I waved my hand the length of his body”—buried underground?”

  “Carrots are very healthy, so why wouldn’t I be in my topmost form?” he teased. “We carry plenty of vitamins, minerals, and fibers that are good for your health.”

  “Then why do carrots vary in shapes and sizes?” I flicked my eyes to the dozen carrots left on the tray and remembered there were about two dozen more in the basket in the garage. “How many brothers are there exactly?”

  “Including Ithaco here,” he raised the long, thin carrot in his hand, “there are a total of thirty of us.”

  “Thirty?!?!” I exclaimed, covering my chest. “How the fuck did your mother have that many children?”

  “What can I say?” He shrugged. “My father was popular with the ladies and decided never to get married. Something about being tied down to one was like a ball and chain.”

  “Never mind that.” I waved my hand, not caring about how much his father got around. “And how am I supposed to save thirty of you before you all spoil?”

  “Three to five days.” He frowned. “That’s why you need to save us all as soon as possible!”

  “But I just moved into this city from out of state,” I muttered. “I haven’t had time to find any friends here that could help me with this… task.”

  “I understand if it’s too large of a task for you to do,” he sighed, shoulders sagging. “Any left out can get a chance next season or so. What’s another year?”

  “What do you mean ‘What’s another year?’ ”

  “That garden”—he gestured with his fisted thumb behind him—“is magically tended each season. The soil is always filled with the nutrients needed. Seeds of the reborn are planted in holes and covered. The trenches between the rows keep, remaining the same every year.” He tilted his head. “You never wondered why there weren’t any weeds?”

  “I thought the previous owners must’ve used some sort of weed killer or an efficient fabric barrier.” I shrugged. “To be honest, I never inspected it because I was focused on the house instead.”

  “You got a good deal?”

  “Surprisingly, yes,” I replied, narrowing my eyes in confusion. “Why?”

  “Graffi wasn’t reborn this season,” he muttered, looking out in the distance. “Something must’ve happened to him, but why didn’t he try to save the rest of us?”

  “Maybe he did, but a normal person thought he was insane and took him to an insane asylum.”

  “Do you think I am making this up?” His green eyes filled with worry. “Are you going to try to turn me in, too?”

  I opened my mouth to reply but halted.

  The story seemed too far-fetched. Okay, it appeared that it wasn’t the correct term for it, yet something told me he was telling the truth. That or perhaps I had stayed too long outside in the heat and somehow sniffed some mind-altering chemicals while I was working the garden.

  But even that sounded off…

  Maybe it was the fact that if I reported that a naked man stole the carrot I was masturbating to, replaced it with his own cock, and ate it, so there wasn’t any evidence left behind would make me sound like the crazy one in the situation.

  Did I want to deal with such a police report?

  No, I didn’t, especially after moving across the country for my new job. I couldn’t afford to lose it now.

  What was one night—maybe a weekend if he were telling the truth—of harmless wild fun?

  “It’s not like they would believe me if I tried,” I confessed, sending him a slight grin. “Anyway, it’s not like I have anything else to do. Let’s break your family’s curse.”

  Chapter 4

  Danvers

  “Wait, really?”

  I couldn’t believe my newly formed ears. Had this century advanced enough for their newest generation to fully express themselves? Fucking a vegetable would be considered highly taboo from when we were from, the pre-Salem days.

  But today was a different time.

  “Yeah, why not?” She fell backward onto the couch, crossing her legs like the goddess she was, sitting on her throne. “I wanna see you turn that carrot into a man.”

  “Your wish is my command.” Grinning, I strolled over and grabbed the tub of ranch on the center table. Dipping Ithaco into the creamy dressing, I placed him against her luscious lips. “Suck on this as I take you to new heights.”

  Grinning, she licked her lips and stuck out her tongue, tracing the carrot’s point before sucking it.

  “Good. Now lean back and enjoy yourself,” I commanded, releasing my brother to her devices. It would be up to her to resist wanting to take a bite out of him, ending his life and forcing him to reincarnate next season. “Let’s see how many we can rescue tonight.”

  She nodded as I grabbed another carrot brother and brought it to her wonder tunnel. Tracing her nether lips, I lathered the taproot with her sweetness before slowly pushing him in. Moans erupted, silenced by the carrot in her mouth as her fists clenched the couch cushion.

  Slowly, I picked up my pace as she thrashed in her seat, her legs jerking.

  Suddenly, the carrot felt heavy in my hand as it slowly grew in size. Releasing the orange brother, I backed away as he transformed into a handsome male, rip
e for the pickings.

  He grunted, slowly thrusting his legs as he stood in place.

  Screams filled the air as Ithaco transformed into a naked man before her. Our goddess had two of my brothers on either side of her, pinning her between them.

  “Welcome back, brothers,” I announced, enlightened that more of my family had broken the curse. “I need your help with freeing the others. This goddess agreed to help us.”

  “It is nice to be back, Brother.” Ithaco grinned, pulling away. A pop filled the air as he cupped our female’s cheek. “My name is Ithaco. What’s yours?”

  “Autumn…”

  “Thank you for saving me, Autumn.” He traced his thumb along her chin. “I have a question for you.”

  “What is it?” She pulled away. “It can’t be that bad. After today, anything could happen.”

  “Do you like ranch play?” Ithaco turned around and grabbed the ranch tub, dipping his finger into the creamy goodness. “If not, I am sure we can find other uses for this.”

  “Ranch play?”

  “Yes.” He licked the dressing off of his finger. “It’s kinda like wax play but with ranch. Pour some ranch on your breasts, and allow us to suck it off.”

  “I can’t say that I’ve done it before,” Autumn muttered, flicking her gaze between the three of us. “But I always say you gotta try everything once.”

  “Great! Let’s do this!” Rhizo backed away from between her legs and grabbed two more of our brothers, dipping one into the tub before placing it into her mouth. Taking the other, he replaced his spot with our thickest brother. “We can probably get through all of them tonight.”