Where the Happily Ever Afters Are Always In Color

 SO FOR REAL IS HERE!!!

11.01.2016

Guys. You. Guys.  It’s been a little over a year since I started this amazing journey with my sugar baby Kayla and her fine as f*** Sugar Daddy, Michael and here we are, the winter months have arrived and so has Michael and Kayla’s final chapter.

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As some of you may know, Kayla and Michael weren’t even on my writing schedule, but then they just ended up taking over my life. It has been so much fun writing something light and sweet with a plus-size heroine and a billionaire who just loves her oh so much. There will be a full length spin of series featuring Kayla’s friends, Daniella, Lili, and Zia. Keep an out for Daniella’s book in 2017. In the meantime, enjoy the heck of Michael and Kayla’s last chapter.

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Also another exciting bit of news, you can now order signed copies of all 12 of my books exclusively from The Ripped Bodice. Just click this link right here —> LINK and you can get a signed or unsigned copy of any of my books in print, including the FIT Trilogy and all 3 Sugar Baby novellas! Happy Reading!

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 SO RIGHT TEASER!!!

03.20.2016

DABWAHA-LGuys, the DABWAHA tourney is on and so hot right now. I’ve made it to the next round and SO SWEET and I are up against Alyssa Cole and her amazing novella Let It Shine. Go vote for us and hit those buttons for Piper Huguley, Eva Leigh, Nalini Singh and Sonali Dev while you’re at it.

But I made a promise before we got to this place. I promised a teaser for SO RIGHT, so here it is. The plan is to have SO RIGHT out in May. (the fun part about self-publishing. deadlines? water deadlines?)

I hope you enjoy this little (completely unrevised so please forgive the typos) teaser that catches up with Michael and Kayla some months after the end of SO SWEET. :D


 

SO RIGHT

Chapter One

I woke up feeling so good. I stretched, pulling the covers back up to my bare shoulders, basking in the warmth of our sheets. If you asked me a year ago if I was happy I would have said yes. A year ago, I had a job that took care of all my needs, and a cute apartment.  I had a roommate who I thought was a great friend, loving parents and twin siblings who thought I was the coolest big sister in the world. The parents still loved me and my sisters still thought I was pretty neat, but I’d lost my job, and then me and my roommate almost ran out of money and decided that the fine life of sugaring was right for us. It absolutely wasn’t, but I then I met him, Michael Bradbury, for real for real internet billionaire and now everything was different.

A year ago I didn’t know butt from crap about happiness. Now, I had a job I actually wanted. The roommate who turned out to be less than a friend was out of my life. With a little help from said billionaire I was able to rescue my best friend Daniella from her boring corporate job at Telett Wireless and together we had opened Cards by K&D, a greeting card company for the millennial set. Our first line, Queer Qards by K&D, was due to launch in a few months at L.A. Pride. I had no idea just how awesome it could be to work for yourself. That make me pretty damn happy. And then there was Michael.

On the surface, Michael and I made no damn sense. There was the age gap and the bank account gap, and the fact that some dudes don’t like girls as thick and juicy as me, and some black girls like me didn’t mess with older white guys, but beneath it all we were both just two big nerds who got excited about bad food and things like graphic design and user experience. Before him I had no idea what it felt like to be so in love. I had no idea what it was like to be in a relationship with someone so considerate and so kind. Now when people waxed poetic about soulmates and true partners I knew they weren’t lying because I had found that in Michael.

He also asked me to move in with him so now I had an even nicer, cuter place to live.

I rolled over to the sound of his fingers moving across his keyboard. Didn’t matter if we had a late night or not, didn’t matter that it was Saturday either, for Michael, every morning it was early to rise and right to work. The sun was up and I’m sure birds were chirping somewhere, I just couldn’t hear them through the double-paned windows of his Malibu home. Our home. The smell of breakfast was starting to waft down the hall made the perfect scene complete.

We had plans for our Saturday morning, adorable couple thing to do, but it was still too early for Michael to look so good. His long black hair was sporting a few more grays, catching up with his salt and pepper beard and mustache. His thick locks were down, falling around his shoulders, hanging down his back, still all messed up from the great sex we’d had the night before. I knew I was still feeling the effects of our love making turned rowdy fucking. My thighs were a bit sore, and my pussy was still wet. It was a bird chirping kind of day.

“Good morning,” I said, my voice a little scratchy from sleep. I couldn’t help but smile when he glanced over at me. Those blue eyes.

“Morning, baby. Are you excited?” His lips tipped up a bit at the corner, his version of a smile. He was always so calm and introspective. Only a few people in his life got to see the real thing. Only I got to see him this naked.

“Do you want you my honest answer?”

“No. Lie to me. All day long. I hate honesty in a woman.”

“I know. Liars are where it’s at. Um, yeah. I’m stupid excited.”

“Well then. I think we should get going.” He leaned over and lightly kissed my cheek before he closed his laptop and slid it down to the foot of our massive bed. I’d just recently started calling it our bed. And our house. I’d been living with Michael in his sprawling modern home in Malibu for almost ten months, but it took me a long time to get over the fact that I wasn’t just a visitor. I lived with my boyfriend and it was totally fine for me to make myself comfortable.

And I would have been completely comfortable if Michael’s house—our house— wasn’t ninety-seven percent glass. The massive windows that made up most of the exterior walls afforded an amazing view of that ocean and the mountains of Malibu, but at night it also felt like a horrifying glass box that was just begging to be burgled. Michael traveled a lot, leaving me alone with his housekeeper, Holger.

I loved Holger’s big German ass, but when he was done with his work for the day, his time was his and he spent that time in the pool house. I couldn’t ask him to spend the night up in the main house every night Michael was away. He didn’t get paid to babysit me. We had a big fence and a gate that could only be opened with a seven digit code, and Holger could probably hear me screaming if an intruder got by all of that, but there was only one thing that would make me feel completely safe, and Michael agreed.

I reached under the sheets and drew my freshly manicured nails up his toned thigh. “Is Holger still mad?”

“Do you want to go feel him up like this? Butter him up a little?”

“I would if I thought it would work.”

“It’s that serious, huh?”

“Yes. Baby. We need a puppy.”

“You’re right,” he said with a firm nod. He pursed his lips. “We should get some food in that belly and then hit the road.”

I watched Michael as he climbed out of bed, leaving my hand sad and lonely on the warm spot he left in the sheets. I took every inch of him in. The curtains were drawn, but our bedroom was nicely lit by the morning sun. That body. It was sinful for a man at any age. Stacked, perfect ass. Muscles and tattoos, tan skin dusted with dark hairs in all the right place. He came around my side of the bed, heavy dick hanging between his legs, probably a little hard from the way I had just been touching his leg. He headed toward the bathroom, and a shower, I guessed, but like he said we still had plenty of time before the shelters opened.

I reached out and caught his fingertips before he could get away. He stopped walking and looked down at me. “Am I being too demanding if I ask you to come back to bed?” I asked.

“It depends on what you want me to do if I get back in bed.” He moved a little closer and toyed with my fingers.

“Share your penis with me,” I said with a pout, watching as his eyes narrowed with just the slightest bit of annoyance.

“Last night, after you came the third time—”

“The fourth. What? I came like five times really, but like four big ones. But do go on. You were saying,” I said smiling back with  my toothiest grin.

“After you came, I was nowhere near done, but last night when we were coming back from dinner, what did you tell me?”

“I may have said that I wanted to get up early so we could be the first ones to the shelter.”

“That’s exactly what you said. You can’t keep toying with my penis like this.” He put his hands on his perfectly sculpted hips. I looked him up and down, starting at those hips and then down lower to the erection that looked like it wanted to come out to play. My eyes wandered up some more to the massive eagle tattoo whose wings cover half his chest and half of his back. And further to his perfectly full lips.

“I’m sorry I’m so mean. Here, let me repay you before we go.” I gave his hand a solid tug and pulled him back on under the covers with me. When he was comfortable I did the only sensible thing and climbed on top of him. It took nothing to slide a little lower so my pussy was rubbing along the length of his quickly hardening dick. My eyes closed as his hands traced the length of my spine. I shifted against him some more, growing wetter every second.

“I’ll stop being an asshole,” I said quietly before I leaned down and kissed his perfect lips. There was faint hint of sweetened coffee on his breath. I didn’t give him shit for being up and caffeinated.

“Good,” he said when I pulled back just enough. “You know I’ll give you whatever you want.” I was being an ass still, teasing him, rubbing myself up and down all over him.

“And I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Then stop fucking teasing me.” That was enough to make me come, how he could from sweet to filthy in no seconds flat,

“I think I need some assistance.”

“You always seem to catch me in my most charitable moods. Let me see what I can do for you.”

His hands moved down to my waist, lifting me just enough so my wet slit opened for him. He was big and thick, but every time my pussy took every inch of him.

I sat up just enough to place my hard nipples right on his mouth, my breath rushing through my teeth as he teased me with his tongue. I couldn’t help but ride him hard, couldn’t resist fucking myself fast and rough on his thick length.

This was what Saturday mornings were for. Caffeinated kisses and perfect sex.

“Did I mention how excited I am? We’re getting a dog, dude,” I said as the first hints of an orgasm slid over me. Michael’s laughter sputtered around my boob.

“Kayla. Please. Focus.” His teeth scraped my tender skin and then he bit down. There was no way Holger didn’t hear me coming in the kitchen.

 

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We’re just stepping into the third month of 2016 and so much has happening already. I have 2 bits of news. One, most of you already know about.

 

SoulToKeepCoverSOUL TO KEEP IS OUT TODAY!

You can pick up the third installment of the Vampire Sorority Series from Bold Strokes Books in print and ebook right now. I’M TALKING RIGHT NOW!

SOUL TO KEEP wil be available from all outlets March 15th, but right now, I’M TALKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW! You can pick it up from Bold Strokes Books in print and ebook.

Jill and Tokyo have been special to me for a really long time and I’m so glad I can finally share their story with you guys.

And now my other news…

 

 

I HAVE AN AGENT!!!!!

2015 was quite the roller coaster ride. FIT won the RT award and I realized I finally needed to think about linking up with an agent to move my career on to its next leg of the indexjourney. I talked to several people, but I wanted to make sure I found someone who was the right fit for me. One of the benefits of looking for agency representation when you’ve already been in the industry for a while is knowing what questions to ask, knowing who it ask about what questions you should ask (yay for author friends), and having a better grasp of your own needs and goals.  So who did I hitch my wagon to????

Courtney Miller-Callihan of Handspun Literary. Courtney has been in the game for years and she knows her sh*t. I’m so excited to work with her and excited to be on the roster of her new agency. I even have my own client page. EEEEE!

I have a lot more on deck for 2016 including two more books for Michael and Kayla. SO RIGHT will be out before you know it. STAY TUNED!

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It’s time!! Day 1 of the Valentine’s Rewind. Thank you so much to Tamsen and Rebecca for letting me be apart of this awesome hop and giving me a chance to catch up with two of my favorite characters. Let’s see what Keira and Daniel from SATED: #3 in the Fit Trilogy have been up to.

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Daniel waited by the front entrance of the condo for his friend to let him in. He looked down one more time, smoothing his tie and straightening his jacket. He wanted to look good for his date. A few seconds later the door swung open.

“Hey, man,” Grant said. “Come on in. She’s almost ready.”

“Thanks.” They crossed the courtyard and went up the few steps to the unit Grant shared with his girlfriend and baby mama, Violet. Daniel and Keira had sprinted to the altar after a few short months together, but Grant and Violet were doing things their way, taking their time in some respects and barreling over their friends in others, if their kid wasn’t enough proof of their progress into real adulthood. Daniel was just glad they were home on Valentine’s night so he could give his wife the gift she wanted, the way she wanted it.

Daniel followed Grant inside, and joined him on the couch. The Lakers were playing on the flat screen TV.

“Jack got his little pudgy hooks in her and I had to remind her that you were still coming to pick her up.”

Daniel laughed. “Thanks man. She’s easily distracted, but it’s part of her charm. You guys gonna do anything tonight?”

“Nope. I ordered Italian from this place Violet loves. They should be here in a bit, but we’re just staying in, praying for four consecutive hours of sleep.”

“Man, I feel like such a dick. We could have given you guys the night off. We would have stayed with Jack.”

“Never woulda happened,” Grant said just as Violet came walking into the room with their four month old son snoozing on her chest. “Babe, Daniel offered to babysit.”

Violet let out a snort of laughter. “Yeah, no. Nice try buddy.”

“What?” Grant said with his own shock of laughter. “He offered.”

“With Keira, of course,” Daniel added. “I’m not really that good with kids.”

“Neither am I,” Grant said. Daniel wasn’t sure if he was joking.

Violet opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. “Give me a few more months, when this lunatic level of separation anxiety goes away. Then we’ll ditch you with our kid at least once a month.”

“I’m holding you to that,” Daniel said.

Violet held out the bottle of water for Grant open. He stood instead. “Vi, you’ve been holding him for hours. Give yourself break.”

She didn’t hesitate, but Daniel saw something dark cross over her face as she handed the baby to Grant.

“Daniel, would you like anything to drink?” she asked, rolling her shoulders.

“Nah, I’m okay. Thank you.”

“Let me go see if I can help move Keira along.” Violet disappeared back down the hall toward their bedroom. Grant sat back on the couch, moving Jack on to his back across his lap. Jack stirred a bit, but settled immediately as Grant gave him a few rhythmic, gentle pats. Daniel watched as Grant’s massive hand dwarfed the child’s tiny body.

“She’s thinks she’s going to screw him up if she’s not Super Mom every second of every day.”  

Daniel felt bad. He couldn’t imagine the stress of parenthood. He and Keira were just enjoying each other.

“So you got Trent to help out tonight?” Grant asked.

“Yeah, I owe him big.”

“Nice,” Grant said. “She’s gonna love it.”

Just then Daniel heard Keira’s voice and the sound of her heels clicking down the hall. He almost lost his breath when he saw her.

She stopped the second she laid eyes on him then did a little spin in place. The tiny royal blue dress looked great on her toned body. “How do I look?”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have picked you up at home.”

“See? I mean we live together. It’s not a date date if you pick me up where we both live. But I look good, right?”

His wife spent most of her time working at the gym, in spandex and sweats. She claimed she hated dressing up unless it was cosplay, but he could tell she knew she looked great.

“You look amazing, baby. Let’s get going.” They said goodbye to their friends and headed out to Daniel’s car.

As soon as they walked out the door, Keira grabbed Daniel’s hand between both her palms. She was practically bouncing as they walked back out to the street.  “So we’re both dressed up. You look so hot, oh my god. I love that suit. Where are we going?”

“I made us reservations at Samba.”

“Oh, that steakhouse?”

“The very one. I know you wanted to check it out.”

“And after?”

“You’ll just have to see.”

Keira had turned into an topnotch switch, complimenting Daniel’s need to submit and dominate perfectly, but tonight was his night to top and he was going to do it right.

They drove across town, toward the beach, and Daniel listened as Keira told him about her day with her clients at the gym in her typical  animated fashion. Daniel barely said a word, but he felt himself smiling as he snuck glimpses of her beautiful face. He had his prosthetic arm on so he couldn’t touch her skin to skin while he drove, but she made up for it, rubbing his thigh over his suit pants. He’d deal with his slowly growing erection once they got to the valet stand.

Dinner was delicious and his date, the perfect company. He vented a little about stress at work and he listened as she talked about some online drama she and her friend, Lori had had with racist women in their fandom. It never crossed his mind that he might fall for someone who was so passionate about science fiction and the characters she found in the genres many mediums, but he loved how involved she got in every aspect of her favorite shows and comics. He was married to a thorough geek and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

His chest warmed when she opened the gift he picked up the week before, an aquamarine pendant to match her engagement ring and a copy of the most recent companion book for her favorite television show, Galaxis. Thanks to his brother being on the show, the whole cast had signed it.

After he opened the custom six thousand piece puzzle she’d had made— a giant selfie of the two of them redrawn by one of her favorite comic book artists—he was ready to get on with the rest of their night.

“I’m going to hit the restroom and then we’ll go,” he said, rubbing his lips along Keira’s knuckles. It was dark in the restaurant, but he knew her cheeks were heating under his intense stare.

“Okay,” she said bashfully. Just the sweet sound of her voice was making him hard. He was going to fuck her so good.

He stood and leaned over to kiss her lips and then he whispered their key word in her ear. “Quality Assurance.”

Daniel felt her tense and he knew she’d gotten the green light message he was trying to send her. Their scene had started. He left Keira at the table, weaving his way through dinning couples. He’d told Trent exactly what to say and exactly what to do. He’d wait until Daniel paid the bill by the bar and exited the restaurant. Then Trent would find Keira alone at the table. She knew Trent well and Daniel knew she’d be happy to see him. He worked  the door at The Club and Keira had grown close to him during their chats every time they arrived.

But Trent wasn’t her friend tonight. He was Daniel’s pretend henchman and Keira’s kidnapper sent to help fulfill her fantasy. He’d tell her not to make a scene, to gather their things and not ask any questions. Daniel pulled his car up outside of the restaurant, all fears that Keira had already foiled his scene dissipating when he saw Trent ushering her out the front door with a firm hand on her arm. The limo was waiting and Daniel watched as they both climbed inside.

In the few minutes it took for the limo to leave the curb, he knew Trent had followed his instructions, blindfolding Keira and binding her hands. Daniel would gag her himself later. They drove for about fifteen to the location he’d selected and Trent had helped him stage. He stepped out of his car. Just as the rear door to the limo opened. Her heard Keira’s desperate voice.

“Where are we? I demand you let me go.”

“I thought I told you to shut up,” Trent growled before he turned to Daniel and flashed him a huge grin complete with a thumbs up.

Trent carefully pulled Keira out of the back seat and hoisted her over his shoulder. She struggled a little bit, but went still when Daniel gripped her elegant curls.

“If you want to live, I suggest you cooperate.”

Kiera was quiet for a second or two as she lifted her head like she was trying to pinpoint exactly where Daniel was standing.

“Calhoune,” she hissed between her teeth. “I should have known it was you.”

“Quiet,” Daniel barked at her.

“Who the fuck is Calhoune?” Trent mouthed. Daniel shrugged, then nodded for Trent to take her inside. The room had been cleared of everything but a sturdy metal bed frame, a bare mattress, and a few other essentials he needed for their evening.

Once Keira was settled upright it was time for Trent to go. Daniel offered him a silent thanks and waited for him to leave before he started forcefully undressing his wife. She put up a bit of a fight, but in no time he had her completely naked and bound spread eagle to the bed.

Daniel slid on this fake eye patch he’d picked up at the dollar store, then grabbed the stool and pulled it right up to the edge of the bed. Then he ripped off Keira’s blindfold.

He watched as she blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the single bare light bulb that left him mostly in the shadows. If only he’d picked up some cigarettes that would have really added to the dramatics of it all.

“I’m warning you. People will be looking for me. Let me go.”

“I don’t think so, Miss Merrywether.” Since they were going with made up names. “You have to give me what I want.”

“I don’t owe you anything. Your father made his choice. He got the land and my father got the diamonds. They’re mine!”

“I’m so sorry you feel that way because we both know that isn’t true. You father was a thief and I’ve come to take back what’s mine.”

“I’ll never tell you where they are.” Keira thrashed her head to the side in the most ridiculous way and it took everything Daniel had in him not to laugh. She was always so over the top.

“I’ve tried playing nice with you. I tried to leave you out of this. I didn’t want to hurt you, but you’re leaving me no choice.” Daniel stood and walked around the foot of the bed, giving Keira a better view of him. He slowly pulled off his suit jacket and set it aside.

“I like the eye patch and you wore your stainless steel hook?” Daniel looked down at his prosthetic attachment which was usually a matte black hook. “You look so Bond-villainy,” she added with a giggle. With any other submissive Daniel would have been annoyed. Keira slipped in and out of scene like it was nobody’s business, but he knew a sure fire way to keep her focused.

He leaned over the bed until his face was only an inch or so above hers. Then he took her pussy in his  firm grip. She let out a little yelp, arching against him as her slick juices slid between his fingers. “I’m glad you find this so amusing,” Daniel said harshly. “I’m sure you’ll change your tune after we spend a few hours getting to know each other a little better.”

“I’ll never tell,” she said one last time, her voice near a whisper. “You can’t make me.”

“Oh, but I think I can.”

Daniel pressed his lips to hers, demanding her body respond to his with every probing swipe of his tongue. She resisted again, trying to turn her head away and but he won’t let up until she finally succumb to his violent attention. She relented with a pained groan and kissed him back.

Daniel let out a cruel chuckle, but didn’t break the contact as he continued to squeeze and rub her wet slit with his fingers. He was gentle when he drew his rounded hook down her side, then back up to trace her nipple. The light whimper she let out against his mouth only made his erection throb harder in his slacks.

He pulled away, looking Keira in the eye as she tried to refocus on his face. She licked her lips.

“Tell me where the diamonds are,” he insisted one more time.

“Never.”

“Then I’ll take what’s mine.”

Daniel stepped away from the bed and started to undress. He set aside his prosthesis and kicked off his dress shoes.

“No!” Keira cried out, thrashing some more.

“I gave you plenty of chances,” Daniel said as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, and then you’re going to give me what’s rightfully mine.” Once he was completely naked he undid the ties around Keira’s ankles. She flailed about, carrying on with her dramatic protest, but she was careful not to kick him by accident. Daniel joined her on the bed, gently pushing thighs apart so he could climb between her legs.

“Either way, I’m getting what’s mine,” he said one more time, just to drive his point home. He took her by the chin and kissed her with the same force as before. And she fought him again, pretending not to like the perfect way their mouths fix together—until the head of his cock entered her warm cunt. Her whole body arched off the bed, her legs spreading, her lips parting, giving Daniel all the access he could ever need. He fucked her deep and hard, kissing her deep and rough, driving both their bodies into the mattress, making the the bed frame clank against the wall. Keira cries drove him wild, only spurring him on.

“Daniel,” she begged breathlessly. “Untie me, please.”

Their scene wasn’t over, but he knew what she wanted. She wanted to touch him while they made love and he wanted the same. He stayed buried deep inside of her as he made quick work of the ties at the top of the bed. She’d have some marks on her wrist for a day or so, but no crazy bruises. As soon as she was free she looped her arms around his shoulders, using the new leverage she had fuck herself harder on his cock.

Keira came, an urgent, but choked, “Oh my gosh, oh gosh, fuck,” coming from her lips.  But Daniel kept going. He knew she had more to give. He continued to fuck her, making her come again and again until his balls swelled up on themselves and he filled her with his come. But still he wasn’t done.

Keira had coined it the Nasty Finish, and he wouldn’t end their scene until he’d gone through with it. He slid out of her body and rolled her so she was spooned against his chest, then he reached down and shoved three fingers into her pussy, coating his hand with his jizz. The swirling of his digits made her body contract and pulse around him again. Daniel groaned as he felt the final tiny orgasms shiver over her body. He pulled his fingers out and shoved them into Keira’s mouth. She licked and sucked at them, holding on to his wrist until she left his hand completely clean. She collapsed against his chest. Daniel held her, kissing her shoulder, giving them both a chance to catch their breath.

“Pizza.” She groaned out their safe word as she stretched her toned legs against his, signifying that she was done with the scene, which was fine with Daniel. He’d been sufficiently drained of all his fluids. He smoothed the loose hairs that had escaped away from her face, then kissed her temple.

“How did that work for you?” he asked. She’d been after this kidnapping scenario for months, but he wanted to wait for a special occasion.

“It was perfect. Thank you, baby. Where are we?” Keira asked in sleepy haze.

“Our house. Come on.” Daniel helped her up and opened the door to his home office that led out to the hallway.

“Where’d you put all your stuff?” she asked as she looked back into the mostly empty room that usually housed Daniel’s drafting tables and his video equipment. He and Trent had even blacked out the window.

“Garage. I wanted you to be right at home when we finished.” They walked into the kitchen, where Daniel had left the gifts they’d exchanged on the counter. He kissed her again then went over to the fridge to get her some water.

“You want some ice cream?” he asked. He’d already stocked the freezer with her favorite after sex treat.

“No, thank you. I just want you.” Keira took a deep chug then handed Daniel the glass. He finished it off then pulled her into his arms.

“I love you, Miss Merrywether.”

“Back at you, Calhoune,” she said as she gave his ass an affection squeeze.

Check out these next stops on this Day 1 of the blog hop!

Tamsen Parker

Julia Kelly

Adriana Anders

Nicole Helm

Be sure to comment on each story to be eligible for the massive giveaway at the end. It includes a pile of signed paperbacks, gift cards, and a boatload of ebooks. Thanks for joining us for #ValentinesRewind! ♥

 

 

 

 

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 WHEN BLACK WOMEN FALL

02.06.2016

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I’m so proud to be a part of this event. FEBRUARY 8 – 14, pick up SO SWEET for 99cents!

When Black Women Fall in Love

When Black Women Fall is a week long promotional tour of romance novels featuring African American heroines in the contemporary, historical, paranormal, new adult, and erotica genres.

Romance novels are increasingly featuring heroes and heroines of color, from Courtney Milan’s Brothers Sinister series to Nalini Singh’s Guild Hunter series. As society and its citizens increase in diversity so does the market. With more and more authors bypassing publishers and uploading these colorful romances on their own, starved readers now have a buffet of books to choose from.

In this promo, you will find that when black women fall in love it’s a sign of the times in these contemporary offerings:

In Farrah Rochon’s All You Can Handle love was the last thing professional pastry chef Sonny White was looking for, but she finds it in a sleepy town with a motorcycle riding hottie.

In Lena Hart’s Because You Love Me when an old desire is reawakened Sabrina will discover that even an imperfect love can triumph over all.

In Xio Axelrod’s Falling Stars Hollywood actress’ Val Saunders finds her career skyrocketing which makes her real-life attraction to her on-screen love interest come at the worst possible time.

In Ines Johnson’s Pumpkin: a Cindermama Story having given up on fairy tales after falling for her toad of an ex, Pumpkin is afraid to take a chance on a prince charming who comes to her rescue.

In Kim Golden’s Maybe Baby Laney must choose between the man who offers her financial security and the one who makes her mind and body sing.

In Victoria H. Smith’s The Space Between Lacey has dreams of the opera, but life has its obstacles, namely a man  who lights a fire inside of her that challenges everything she thought she wanted.

In Christina C. Jones’ Inevitable Conclusions Friends? Lovers? Both? For Kora and Tariq, those lines have been blurred for a long time.

When black women fall in love it’s a magical affair as you’ll find in these paranormal stories of love.

In L Penelope’s Angelbornhe gave up eternity for love… and lost. Will Maia be his second chance?

In Laverne Thompson’s Angel Rising Thalya, a soulless creature, meets her match when she hungers for the love of the man assigned to hunt her.

When black women fall in love it’s a defining moment as you’ll find in this historical romance.

In Piper Huguley’s The Preacher’s Promise Amanda Stewart aims to teach newly freed slaves, but meets with the resistance from the town preacher. Can these two put aside their differences and come together?

When black women fall in love it’s full of growing pains as you’ll see in this new adult romance.

In Twyla Turner’s Chasing Day Daylen is the shy cellist who falls in love with her best friend who also happens to be the popular quarterback.

When black women fall in love it can get a little spicy as you’ll find in this erotica novellete.

In Harper Miller’s Entwined trouble finds Gabby when she meets an ex-marine looking to release a little tension.

In Rebekah Weatherspoon’s So Sweet Kayla is shocked when the sexy billionaire she meets on an online dating app turns out to be a dream in and outside of the bedroom.

From February 8-14, the intersection of Valentine’s Day and Black History month, check out these discounted romances and enter for your chance to win a giveaway basket that includes a Kindle, along with a few quintessential romance novels featuring black heroines, and a gift certificate for the beauty and cosmetics company Carol’s Daughter!

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Oh boy, 2015 was intense. I wrote 4 books and 2 short stories. FIT won the RT Award. People are loving SATED (I love how many of you have claimed Keira and Daniel as their favorite couple).  SATED is nominated for a 2015 RT Award. I launched a new trilogy with SO SWEET and WOCINROMANCE hit the ground running.  It’s been a dang good year and I’m hoping 2016 will be even better.

Here’s just a little of what you can expect from your girl in the year to come!

January 28 – Book’d In Burbank. If you’re in the LA area come on by and listen to me read from SO SWEET

March 1 – SOUL TO KEEP hit shelves. You can pre-order the third story in the vampire sorority sisters series now.

Early April – Not sure the exact date yet, but my authors buddies Fred Smith, Fiona Zedde (aka Lindsay Evans), and Sheree L. Greer will be here in LA and we’ll be doing some fun events.

April 12 – Romantic Times Booklovers Convention. If you’re in Vegas, come on by and meet me!

And that’s only the first quarter of the year!

Thank you all for being so supportive. Happy Holidays and Happy New Year! :D

 

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5154j4V2nSL._SX341_BO1,204,203,200_I’m all about the guest posts these days :) . DIRTY DATES, a super hot collection edited by the awesome Rachel Kramer Bussel is out now. Rachel was nice enough to share a small selection from the anthology with us. Check it out and then go pick up DIRTY DATES!

Description: What happens when date night involves a blindfold, a corset, handcuffs, or a spanking? The couples in Dirty Dates combine kink and romance in this collection of erotic stories that provides plenty of ideas for your next sexy outing. Your 50th date can be even hotter than the first ones if you play by the rule of Rachel Kramer Bussel, which means NO rules at all except for an emphasis on pure pleasure. Rachel Kramer Bussel has quickly become America’s favorite erotic writer with dozens of best-selling books, awards, and deeply satisfied readers to her credit. Dirty Dates is a delectable collection of stories redolent with romance featuring two people in lust. From first dates to long-term lovers to hook-ups and missed connections, the common theme is coming together in every sense of the word!

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Slow Burn

by Morgan Sierra

Anyone who says he can receive a spanking without once flinching is a liar. Anticipation causes the flesh to tingle, every passing second stretching into an eternity. It’s the wait that excites, that makes the heart pound. The knowledge of a need about to be fulfilled, an arousal of nerve endings, causes the body to tense. The very moment there is movement, any flimsy signal, expectation gives rise to flinching.

But to my Mistress, any such pulling away from her is an affront.

“I’m cross enough with you as it is,” she says in a low voice. It is the one that lets me know I’ve pushed her too far. “I suggest you don’t let your thoughts distract you from paying attention.”

This woman dominates my every thought, draws from me every breath. When she walks into a room, I’m compelled to follow her, to linger on her every word. I want to protest that the world crumbling around my ankles wouldn’t be enough to distract me from her. Instead, I keep the words to myself.

“What should we do about your continued defiance, pet?” she continues in that gentle tone.

I’m already so aroused it hurts, which is also a very good thing. For her, I would gladly suffer more. She knows what it does to me to listen to the purr in her voice. Even when she’s voicing my inability to meet her expectations, the throaty sound tickles the inside of me.

She’s standing behind me now, wearing the filmy skirt that splits down the middle along with a black turtleneck. The shirt clings to her frame, stretching over her breasts—breasts that I have worshipped—and over her flat belly and sides. Anytime she walks in that skirt, my gaze drops to the slit almost automatically. It teases the imagination of any man fortunate enough to lay eyes on it.

This evening, the contrast between covering her neck yet at the same time flashing the inside of her shapely thigh with a single move isn’t lost to me. My Mistress is a lesson in contradiction.

Her eyes are blue like the waters of Barbados, her hair as dark as night. The thick crown of curls, along with an aristocratic bone structure, makes her seem like royalty. She’s refined and dainty, a pixie compared to me. From the moment we met, her power overwhelmed me, and through a slow process of trust and giving, she has become my world.

The mirror gives me the opportunity to watch her if I’m careful, and it alone has often saved my sanity when I’m at odds over how to please her. When she’s pushed me to the point of irretrievable lust, it is the mirror’s reflection that has rescued me in the past. Don’t ask me why, for I cannot explain it. Our time together is not always about sex, but about pleasing her. Through her satisfaction, I always receive my own.


 

Check out Rachel at www.rachelkramerbussel.com .

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51vcMGTsdxL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_Happy Monday! I am so pleased that Xan asked my wee little blog to be a stop on this amazing blog tour.

Show Yourself to Me: Queer Kink Erotica is a new anthology out now. Check out Xan’s fanastic thoughts on kink, consent and the power of finding your words. Then run out and get this anthology!

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The Spaces Between Desire and Action

By Xan West

I firmly believe that it is important to articulate desire. That there is value in naming, in speaking. Especially desire that has been silenced. To name is to create space to consider. To name is to share of yourself, to create intimacy. To name is to be more wholly you. And in naming you find potential comrades in desire, you find possibilities for action, you find out more about your desire.

We may choose not to act on our desires. Even if they are mutual. Even if the practical considerations can be resolved. Even if we are up for the potential impact and risks involved. We can choose something
else. There is a choice point here. Saying you yearn for something is not a commitment, is not saying you will do it, is not choosing to do it.

There are spaces between desire and action, between yearning and commitment, between naming what you wish for and deciding to go for it, between sharing a desire with someone and committing to act on it with them, between saying you want to do something and offering to do it.

Naming is an action. It’s not the same action as doing the thing or as committing to do it, or choosing to do it, but it is doing something. Naming desire for someone, for some action, for some possible future, is real. It is doing something, and it is powerful. Being witnessed in your desire is powerful. Sharing what you desire is powerful. Being told that someone desires you, or a particular thing with you, is powerful. Dreaming together about a potential future is powerful. Being met and seen in your desire with an expression of matching mutual desire is powerful.

Choosing to share that you desire something, someone, is an action that has substantial risk. It will likely transform the relationship. It is often a game changing choice—just to say it does something. And once said, it cannot be unsaid. So it has responsibility, and risk. It needs deep clarity. It needs care.

Saying it has movement in it, it is a vital and powerful step to the edge of the pathway. It is easy to not notice the choice point, or not believe there is one. To move from desire to action feels fluid. And naming desire, having that desire met with mutual matched desire, is a whole intense experience in and of itself, that can get you high and elide the choice altogether.

There is that moment, when you decide to explore mutual desire, to negotiate a BDSM scene, perhaps, when the negotiation is done, and you have mapped the places where desire is mutual and shared, named the boundaries of that, before you choose to act, before you are committed. It is a delicate thing to withdraw from, difficult and fraught, but I have done it. Have said, not now, not here, not up for that.

This is some of the hard stuff about consent. The layers and levels of it. The ways that taking steps toward something has momentum, and can rush you past the choice, so you are in it before you consciously choose it. And people may perceive that they are in it at different moments. For some, finding mutual matched desire means that you are going to act on it. For some, naming that you want something means you are choosing it. For some, articulating why something will not work is an invitation to solve those problems with it.

Because there are many that believe that saying you want it means you have chosen. That saying you

wish something could happen is asking for it. That there are no spaces, no choice points, between articulating desire and acting on it. So there is potential for people to assume you would not name unless you were choosing. There is potential for tremendous miscommunication here.

That is why I have written erotica stories that hold their breath at those choice points, let the reader sit in a moment of choice, and hold it. Sit in the choice to articulate desire. Sit in the moments of yes that get you that far. So that by the time you are in the visceral intensity of the edges these characters are riding, it feels deeply chosen. So that the reader notices the different moments of choice along the way, the ways that yes can be continual and part of the play. So that the reader has witnessed these characters pausing in various moments of choice, holding onto the spaces between desire and action.

Consent isn’t simple, and part of how I write about sex and desire and BDSM is to think about what consent looks like for these people, in this moment. How you find your yeses in the context of ongoing D/s relationship, and with a stranger, and in a new setting, and with new people now included. How you might sit in the moments of choice and take your time with them, even as desire is present. How holding the spaces between desire and action might serve the story, in so many ways. How reading stories that sit in those spaces might make just a little bit more room for your readers to hold onto their choices in their own moments.


 Xan West is the nom de plume of Corey Alexander, a recent transplant to Oakland from Brooklyn, who has been doing community kink education for over ten years. Xan has been published in over 35 erotica anthologies, including the Best S/M Erotica seriesthe Best Gay Erotica series, and the Best Lesbian Erotica series. Xan’s story “First Time Since,” won honorable mention for the 2008 National Leather Association John Preston Short Fiction Award. Xan’s work has been described by reviewers as “offering the erotica equivalent of happy ever after” and as “some of the best transgressive erotic fiction to come along in recent years.”

 

Xan refuses pronouns, twists barbed wire together with yearning, and tilts pain in many directions to catch the light. Xan adores vulnerable tops; strong, supportive bottoms; red meat; long winding conversations about power, privilege, and community; showtunes; and cool, dark, quiet rooms with comfortable beds. Find Xan’s thoughts about the praxis of sex, kink, queerness, power, and writing at xanwest.wordpress.com.

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 SO SWEET IS HERE!!!

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So sweet2OMG Dudes, it’s September 29 and SO SWEET has landed! PICK IT UP!!!!

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iTunes and Nook are being butts so I suspect SO SWEET will be available on those platforms by the end of the week. Reviews are already going up and I can’t express how excited I was to wake up this morning to see how many people were already gobbling up Kayla and Michael’s story!

FullSizeRender(1)If you want to know what happens for them next, hit that SUBSCRIBE box on the right for updates from lil old me. I’m going to try to stay awake for the next few hours and then it’s time to pen the next adventure. XOXO!

 

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It’s Day 7! I can’t believe how fast this last week went by. SO SWEET hits shelves tomorrow and I thought I would share the playlist I created, the sweet sweet jams that fit perfectly with Kayla and Michael’s time together.  Have a listen!

SO SWEET PLAYLIST

Not Gon Cry – Mary J. Blige

Reflection – Fifth Harmony

Here – Alessia Cara

Excuse Me Miss – Jay-Z

Uptown Girl – Billy Joel

Sharp – Mack 10

Powerful – Major Lazer

Body Party – Ciara

When I Think Of You – Janet Jackson

Roni – Bobby Brown

Treasure – Bruno Mars

Cater To U – Destiny’s Child

If U Seek Amy – Britney Spears

Dance On Me – GoldLink

Gorillas – Bruno Mars

Misery Business – Paramore

Runaway With Me – Carly Rae Jepsen

And here’s a link to this handy list on Youtube for your listening pleasure. :)

Thank you for playing with me this week. Again, SO SWEET hits shelves tomorrow (Sept 29), but there’s still plenty of time to enter the mega SO SWEET giveaway over at EverAfter Romance. Get your buns over there and get you a book. For updates on SO RIGHT, the next chapter in Kayla and Michael’s love story, subscribe to my updates in the handy SUBSCRIBE box there on the right. —->

Later loves!

ps. Jon Hamm seemed to be the overwhelming favorite in the Pick-A-Michael. I like Hamm, but Clive… <3

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