by: Tara Sivec
Release Date: March 25, 2014
Ava Gilmore has the perfect life. She’s surrounded by people who love her, she’s having sex on a regular basis and her Coach bag collection just grew by three. The problem? She’s expected to follow in her family’s footsteps at Seduction and Snacks, working with sex toys and baked goods.
Ava loves vibrators and cupcakes as much as the next person, she’d just rather play with them than sell them. With her shopping addiction reaching an all time high and her credit card bills piling up, Ava decides to put her obsession to good use and start a fashion blog. But she has one other problem – the guy she’s having sex with has a My Little Pony addiction.
While dealing with her family’s disappointment and confusion over her choices, she finds support in the unlikeliest of places – Tyler Branson. Tyler has slowly wormed his way into her bed, her a$$ and her heart and he refuses to leave. Tyler has his own family problems to deal with and for the first time ever, Ava finds herself feeling bad for the annoying, immature guy and chanting “Friendship is magic!” during the sex she’d swore to stop having with him.
Ava needs to get her life in order once and for all before she finds herself doing something she never wanted to do – fall in love with a Brony.
Tara Sivec made the Brony-Boy sexy.
Yes. You read that correctly.
Passion and Ponies is a little like a Seuss book—heavy on the funny, silly and cute, but with a definitive message. Tara delivers her trademark snark and humor with a lesson about acceptance and the joy of truly knowing and loving oneself. Want to see what we are talking about? Keep reading…
“Jesus, you are so fucking beautiful,” I mutter as she runs her fingers through her hair.
She smiles at me, the tips of her fingers tracing over the cleavage peeking out of the top of the towel.
Anything else I might have said to her dies in my throat when she pulls the towel off and drops it to the floor.
I swallow thickly as she walks to the end of the bed in nothing but a black lace thong. She climbs up the end of the bed on her hands and knees, crawling over my body until she’s straddling my thighs.
“You didn’t answer my question,” she says softly, leaning over me to rest her arms on either side of my head. “Ball gag, rubber body suit, Star Wars light saber dildo? What shall it be tonight?”
Her long hair falls around our faces like a curtain as I stare up at her. Removing my hands from behind my head, I grab onto her hips and roll us over without saying a word.
She gasps in surprise as I settle myself between her legs, shifting my hips so my cock slides right against the lacy material of her underwear.
“No toys tonight. Nothing weird, nothing kinky… just us,” I tell her softly, holding myself above her.