Where the Happily Ever Afters Are Always In Color


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.


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.


“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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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! 😀


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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!





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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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!


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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It’s Day 6! We’re in the home stretch. There is still time to get in on the mega giveaway of SO SWEET over at EverAfter Romance. When you’re done here, head on over and enter to win.

Today I’m talking about the big girls. I am a big girl. There are a lot of us big girls, so many that you’d think there would be more romance novels featuring big girls. I can’t seem to stop writing them At Her Feet, Blacker Than Blue, FIT and So Sweet all center around big girl heroines. Here are some more romance that show us big girls some much needed love. Some of these are also part of a series. 🙂


51FTvvRuE9L._SX322_BO1,204,203,200_Such A Pretty Face by Gabrielle Goldsby

When a girl gets dumped, she can cry…or get even.  Mia Sanchez is rocked when her partner of four years, Brenda Montalba, informs her that she has fallen out of love with her and plans to leave town for several months to give them time to “think about their future together.”

Mia hadn’t thought words could be more painful until Brenda followed up hers with, “You’ve really let yourself go over the last few years.” Alone, hurt, and embarrassed, Mia decides to take the advice of friend Mathew “Goody” Good, the self crowned Queen of Getting Dumped when he tells her, “The best way to get over them is to get even.”

A sexy, sometimes humorous, sometimes poignant, contemporary romance that exposes the importance of looking beneath the surface for what truly matters.


512KFvhnkRL._SX314_BO1,204,203,200_Taste For Temptation by Phyllis Bourne

No one dumps Brandi Collins! After being left at the altar, the Nashville high school teacher plans to get back at her ex by undergoing a major transformation. But how is she supposed to shed those extra pounds with that intoxicating aroma wafting into her condo? And the tempting smell of mouthwatering chocolate has nothing on the handsome hunk who’s creating the irresistible confections.

Adam Ellison has given up everything for his dream of winning the International Chocolate Pastry Competition. His voluptuous new neighbor knocking on his door at three in the morning is a distraction he doesn’t need! Now only one thing will satisfy Adam’s craving for Brandi. But what happens when she discovers her struggling pastry chef is really the heir to a multimillion-dollar corporate empire? Will Brandi still be there intoxicating him with her kisses…or will Adam lose his chance for a lifetime of love?


51k1WBAGzlL._SX304_BO1,204,203,200_Dangerous Curves Ahead by Sugar Jamison

Ellis Garrett is dumping her critical boyfriend, opening a plus-size clothing store, and starting a blog–all to spread the word that fashion shouldn’t require a size-two body, and happiness should allow for the occasional cupcake. Or two. But is indulging fantasies about her sister’s long-ago ex, the still-hunky Michael Edwards, biting off more than she can chew?

Mike must be losing his detective’s touch. He doesn’t recognize Ellis when he bumps into her at Size Me Up, and he certainly doesn’t remember his ex-girlfriend’s outspoken sister being so irresistible. Her curves are indeed dangerous–and so is her wit. Could it be that Ellis is his Perfect Fit? One thing’s for sure: Mike will make it his sworn duty to find out…


51fjhbN1z2L._SX332_BO1,204,203,200_The Big Girl’s Guide To Buying Lingerie by Amie Stuart (Preorder)

“Redneck Casanova”
After a disastrous marital near-miss Jade Ballard retreats to San Antonio, cutting herself off from the world in general and more specifically her family’s country club lifestyle, which she no longer wants any part of. She takes comfort in food and eventually, the safety of an internet love affair.“Miss Snooty Pants”
Rowdy Yates is a semi-reformed womanizer who’s leery of long-term entanglements. Until Jade, he never seriously considered anything beyond a “Wife-For-A-Night.” After months of flirting on the internet the couple meets, only to discover they already know one another. Rowdy has always mistaken Jade’s shy reserved nature for snobbishness, and Jade has always viewed the woman-loving Rowdy as a Redneck Casanova.

But the months they spent getting to know one another formed an attraction neither can fight.​

Warning: This book contains cookie consumption, shopping, rants about bras, lost bras, stolen bras, a fake engagement, hawt sexy times, and a snooty plus-sized chick who falls hard for her Redneck Casanova.


51eBM8QbvLL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_Hansel’s Bear by Yvette Hines

Hansel has always been a loner. A were-bear with a dark history he can’t shake. Evil men claimed his youth, ravaging it mercilessly. Now he can’t consider or think about a future until he rights every wrong.

Greta has worked hard at hiding a horrible memory behind her sweet smile. However, the day a male, she always tried to think of as a brother, comes blazing into Den County, he turns her life upside down and makes her face the past. When a mutual enemy returns, will it tear them apart once again?

Soon the time will come when Greta has to decide if she’s Were enough to be Hansel’s Bear.

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Hey party people! It’s Day 5. We’re almost there. It’ll be September 29th in no time. If you can’t wait that long I thought I’d recommend some other awesome romances that feature ultra-rich love interests. I’m new to the billionaire game as I’ve mentioned. These titles have given me the strength to know that I’ve done the right thing by breathing life into Michael Bradbury 🙂 All of these books are parts of series or have character overlap with other stand-alones. You want these books. Get theses books.


TradeMeCoverTrade Me by Courtney Milan (Cyclone Series: Book 1)

Description: Tina Chen just wants a degree and a job, so her parents never have to worry about making rent again. She has no time for Blake Reynolds, the sexy billionaire who stands to inherit Cyclone Systems. But when he makes an offhand comment about what it means to be poor, she loses her cool and tells him he couldn’t last a month living her life.

To her shock, Blake offers her a trade: She’ll get his income, his house, his car. In exchange, he’ll work her hours and send money home to her family. No expectations; no future obligations.

But before long, they’re trading not just lives, but secrets, kisses, and heated nights together. No expectations might break Tina’s heart…but Blake’s secrets could ruin her life.

Trade Me is the first book in the Cyclone series.


4149lH66KeL._SX326_BO1,204,203,200_THE BOSS by Abigail Barnette (The Boss: Book 1)

Sophie Scaife almost ran away once, trading her ticket to college for a ticket to Tokyo. But a delayed flight and a hot one-night stand with a stranger changed her mind, putting her firmly on track to a coveted position at a New York fashion magazine.

When the irresistible stranger from that one incredible night turns out to be her new boss – billionaire and publishing magnate Neil Elwood – Sophie can’t resist the chance to rekindle the spark between them… and the opportunity to explore her submissive side with the most Dominant man she’s ever known.

Neil is the only man who has ever understood Sophie’s need to submit in the bedroom, and the only man who has ever satisfied those desires. When their scorching, no-strings-attached sexual relationship becomes something more, Sophie must choose between her career and heart… or risk losing them both.


51sV5EshOmL._SX322_BO1,204,203,200_A Gentleman In the Streets by Alisha Rai

Shameless. That’s what she was. Billionaire businesswoman Akira Mori can get anything and anyone her heart desires. Anyone, that is, except for a certain aloof author who has been dominating her dreams for over a decade. Accustomed to Jacob Campbell’s stern disapproval, Akira has turned provocation into an art, using every trick in her arsenal to keep the man from guessing the depth of her filthy fantasies. Shameless. That’s what she made him. Since the moment the sexy, sultry socialite sidled up to him years ago, there hasn’t been a time when Jacob didn’t crave Akira.

But as guardian to his younger siblings, responsibility has controlled his life. Confining his darkest desires to secret, stolen moments maintains his carefully disciplined world…but a cold bed is the price he pays. A single touch is all it takes for their simmering need to explode. As secrets and fears are stripped away one by one, shame becomes a thing of the past. They find themselves becoming addicted to each other, in bed and out—a frightening prospect for a man just learning to live…and a woman who thinks she doesn’t know how to love.


51lIuxMiKkL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_TANK by M. Malone (Blue-Collar Billionaires #1)

Tank Marshall has anger issues.  Years ago he swore off fighting but everything in his life lately is out of control. His mom’s cancer is back and the deadbeat dad he hasn’t seen in years is offering an inheritance in exchange for redemption. So he prowls the streets at night, looking for an outlet for the rage.

There’s only one person that keeps him anchored in the midst of the chaos. One person untouched by violence and money and lies. Emma Shaw.

But the one thing that Tank hasn’t learned yet is that when billions are at stake, there’s no such thing as innocent. Because the only woman he trusts is the last woman he should.  Money. Changes. Everything.


51QdBvtDfEL._SX326_BO1,204,203,200_The Art of Catching A Greek Billionaire by Marian Tee (Greek Billionaire Romance Book 1)Once upon a time, there was an ordinary girl who grew up listening to bedtime stories where there were no knights in shining armor or Prince Charming. Instead, it had Greek billionaires and this little girl dreamt she’d one day have Her Own Greek Billionaire to live happily ever after with.

When this little girl grew up, she did what she could to make her dream come true. This is my story. I mean your story. I mean, Mairi Tanner’s story.

NOTE: Marian Tee also has a Dutch Billionaire series. Just read all of her billionaires.


There you have ’em, 5 books to add to your pleasure reading pile. I’ll be back tomorrow with more 🙂 . In the meantime, don’t forget to head over to EverAfter Romance to enter to win a copy of SO SWEET!


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This has been some week so far, let me tell you. I’m excited for you guys to get your hands on SO SWEET. Really excited. So excited I’m a little embarrassed, but not that much.

If you’re just joining us now on our sweet, sweet adventure be sure to check out the previous posts, including the mega giveaway going on over at EverAfter Romance.


Day 2: Apparently I Take Requests

Day 3: Meet Kayla!

Its Day 4. Let’s talk about Michael. Ugh, Michael.

Full Name: Michael Stephen Bradbury

Age: 49

Occupation: Internet Billionaire/Sugar Daddy

Current Residence: Malibu, CA

Home State: Michigan

Signature Features: Long flowing hair/Salt & Pepper Beard/Rocking Bod

I like Michael a whole lot. A LOT. If you’ve read the Fit Trilogy* I like to think of Michael as a mix between Grant and Daniel with a splash of Armando, with a little something extra. He’s more serious than my previous heroes and heroines, but that’s just who he is. I was reluctant to write a billionaire. I’m weird about wealth and where is comes from, but Michael’s a made man who earned his money though the Internets so we’re cool. Michael also wanted to be a complete pain in my ass and appear in my head as about 5 different people. I’ll give you the walking tour of what Michael, probably looks like. Please tell me in the comments which Michael you like best.

But first let this be a lesson to you authors out there. Hot buff guys with long hair AND beards are a bitch to find on stock image sites.

He started as beardo’d Jon Hamm, but TL was a little meh on that.

769db69452b62e3e4f8184d8c5a3de0eThen Joe Manganiello came out with this real hot GQ spread so I was thinking Joe, but TL was even more meh on that.

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And then I was thinking of Clive Standen from Vikings cause I mean hot bod, beard and look at that hair.


And then I found this dude. I don’t know who he is, but who cares.

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And then I found model Lasse Larsen like 5 minutes before I started typing this post.


I think Lasse might actually be our winner. Either way now I think you all have enough imagination material to form your own interpretation of Michael, my serious sweetie pie. Again, I’d love to hear which Michael is your favorite.

*If you haven’t read the FIT Trilogy I don’t know what you’re doing with your life. 🙂

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