Because I Couldn’t Resist…

The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame had its annual induction ceremony earlier this month and some great bands and artists were honored that night.  Included in this year’s roundup were Pearl Jam, Tupac Shakur, Journey, ELO, Yes, Joan Baez, and Nile Rodgers.

Tonight, HBO is airing the special event and I can’t wait.  I wrote a little snippet about the show on my other (more vanilla) blog, and I added a track from ELO.  But here, I thought a sexier little song was in order.  Enjoy Journey, with Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’.

Looking To Spice Up Your Love Life?

If you’ve been reading my posts for a while, or if you’ve ready my books, you know that I’ve been a lucky enough ginger to have found the love of my life. And although he’s not my first, he’s definitely my last, best love. We met online, and though I love to joke that we met on FarmersOnly.com, it was actually through Match.

We’ve been together for over a decade now, but it never hurts to add a little spice now and again.  Sexy lingerie or a new toy always add fun.

But sexy erotica author Christina Mandara brought iPassion to my attention, so I wanted to pass it along to you.

iTunesArtwork@2xNo matter your age, sexual orientation or relationship status, iPassion has developed a new kind of app (by the same name) that will get people talking about fantasies, turn-ons, turn-offs etc.

It launched less than 9 months ago and according to the startup founder, more than 200,000 people have used the app since then.

The app is designed as a game where you play on your own phone and your partner plays on his/hers. After you’ve created you username and your partner has done the same, you can connect in the app for the game to start. Then, you’ll have to answer 2 questions about your sexual preferences and guess what your partner answered for his/her questions from his/her turn. And so it goes on, each player having their turn and finding out more and more hot facts about their partner!

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And here’s the kicker – every time you guess your partner’s answer correctly, you’ll get 10 points and the first player to reach 100 points in a round, gets to select a hot prize like a a sexy massage, a hot night in a hotel etc.

During the game, players can chat within the app. For added privacy, the app utilizes a PIN code, meaning users can create their own PIN number which is required to open the app once it has been closed.

The idea came from my own relationship experiences where I, despite having been with my girlfriend for more than 7 years, discovered that we could still learn a lot about each other when asked some of the questions that are in the app. And a lot of our users have stated the same, explains J. Martin Moeller, the startup founder.

iPassion is currently available at the App Store and the Play Store and is available for both smartphone and tablets.

The app is currently available in 8 different languages including English, French and Spanish.

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Weekend Excerpt–JUST ONE NIGHT

Spring is in the air!  Days are longer and warmer, and summer’s just around the corner.  For this edition of the Weekend Excerpt, I’m featuring my naughty little summer novella, JUST ONE NIGHT.

On summer vacation, teacher Katie Parker is happy to leave behind her latest dating disaster as she joins her best friends from high school for their annual group outing.  This year, they’re going on a Caribbean cruise, and Katie is determined to find a hot guy for just one night of anonymous passion.

On board the ship, she meets hunky Mac Coleman, cruising to Mexico for his brother’s wedding.  He was more than willing to go along with the sexy, mysterious redhead’s plan for forgetting her ex.  But now, can he convince her they’re worth more than just one night?

Here’s a little teaser.

“So where is your redhead going?” Tommy wondered as he and his brother watched the women leave the dining room.

Mac shrugged lightly.  “She said something about karaoke tonight.”

Danny watched him for a moment.  “Aren’t you going after her?”

“Nah, she wasn’t really up for getting together.”

“Dude, that dress is killer.  She’s all dressed up for somebody,” Tommy observed.

“Yeah, well…”  Mac sipped his water for an excuse to stop talking.  “Hey, aren’t we hitting the casino tonight?”

Seated between his brothers at the roulette wheel, Mac watched the tiny white ball skitter around and come to rest on the thirteen.  Of course, he’d bet on the twelve.  After three rounds, he’d lost forty dollars.  Tommy had the best luck, winning with every spin.

“Gents, I’m going to have to stop while I’m behind,” Mac said, pushing back from the table.

Tommy gathered his chips and Danny joined them.  “What do you want to do now on your last night as a free man?”

Tommy grinned impishly at Mac.  “I’m kind of in the mood for karaoke.”

Mac’s expression was dubious.  “Karaoke?  Since when are you into karaoke?”

“Since my older brother started mooning over some sexy redhead whose name he doesn’t even know.”

The brothers pushed their way through the crowded lounge searching for an empty table.  Not finding one, they lucked out with three stools at the bar.  Settled on his stool, Mac scanned the room and found her nearly immediately at a table fronting the stage.  Her red hair stood out in the crowded room.

She looked up and her eyes widened in surprise before her lips curled in a suppressed smile.  He raised his beer that had just been served and she smiled wider, lifting her shot glass and overturning it dramatically.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the emcee announced, “up next, we have the Heartbreakers!”

A squeal rose from their table and the four women made their way onto the stage.  Mac watched in fascination as they took their cordless mics and stood with their backs to the audience.  Wondering what they might sing, he heard the opening disco beat and bass of Hot Stuff and laughed out loud as they women began a slinky choreographed dance routine.  He watched as the four took turns singing lines.  When it was her turn, she locked eyes with him.

“Dude, your girl is hot!” Tommy commented.

“Yes, she is,” Mac agreed.

“I’m guessing they’ve done this before,” Danny opined.  “God bless’em!”  He raised his beer in salute.

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Much like that first time back in high school, the end of the song was met with thunderous applause and the four friends returned to their table flushed with the exertion.  “That never gets old,” Michelle laughed.  “Do you remember the look on old man Adams’ face?  He couldn’t decide whether to kick us out of the talent show or give us first prize.”  The women laughed at the memory.

“It took forever for our turn,” Chelsea commented.  “I want to go blow some money in the casino.  Are you in?”  She looked around the table.

“You guys go on.  I’m enjoying the music,” Katie hedged.  “Maybe I’ll just stay here a little longer.”

“Yeah, her mystery man and his brothers are here,” Michelle laughed.  “She wants to blow something, just not money.”

“Oh, for Pete’s sake!”  Katie blushed furiously.

“Come on girls,” Jayma said, “let’s give Katie a little space.”  She kissed Katie’s cheek gently.  “Good luck, hon.  Have fun!”

Katie waved goodbye to her friends as they left.  Another group was onstage, working their way through Paradise by the Dashboard Light.  She saw his brothers stand and leave the bar.  He sat smiling at her and she smiled back.

Taking a cocktail napkin, she wiped the water rings from the table in preparation for his joining her.  Except that he didn’t join her.  When Katie looked again, he was watching the singers with rapt attention, even swaying a bit on his stool.

She frowned a bit.  His brothers left.  He saw the girls leave.  What gives?  She crossed her right leg over her left and jiggled her foot restlessly.  No way am I going over there.  If he thinks I’m going over there, he’s got another think coming.

She glanced his way again.  He was watching her with that same amused expression.  The one that made the butterflies in her stomach go bungee jumping.  Oh, fine!

As the group onstage finished and another singer was announced, Katie left her table and made her way to the bar, relieved to see an empty stool beside him.  As she approached him, the corner of his mouth curled slightly and his eyes sparkled with the smile he suppressed.

“Hey, you.  Would you mind if I joined you?” Katie asked.

“Hey, you.  I’d mind if you didn’t.”

She accepted his hand and he helped her onto the stool next to his.  “Thanks!”

“My pleasure.”  He surveyed her appreciatively.  “That’s a really nice dress.”

She flushed with pleasure.  “Thanks.  I wanted to be dressy for Formal Night.   You look very handsome yourself.”  She reached to touch the cuff of his shirt sleeve, pushing back his jacket.  “Cuff links?”  She fingered the textured silver squares.

He watched her with curiosity and nodded.  “Is that okay?”

She looked back to his face.  “I love cuff links.  They’re so…civilized.”

Mac laughed out loud.  “Something I’ve never been called: civilized.”

Katie’s brow furrowed.  “So why?  Why didn’t you come to my table?”

His eyes smiled.  “Because you said ‘one night only’.  I respect your boundaries.”

“Yeah.”  She idly fidgeted with a cardboard coaster.  “About that…”  She looked up at him through her long lashes and began to lightly caress the inside of his wrist as it rested on the bar.

He watched her another moment, a knowing gleam in his eyes.  “You can’t resist me.”

She looked back down to his hand.  “You’re pretty cocky.”

He gave an exaggerated snicker.  “You said ‘cock’.”

Katie giggled and rolled her eyes.

The next singer came on and began a spot-on version of Marvin Gaye’s Let’s Get It On.  They both laughed.  Mac grinned and joined in, his cheek brushing hers as he sang along softly.  Katie felt goose bumps as he crooned into her ear.  “Let’s get it on…”  Lightly, he nibbled her earlobe.  He planted a gentle kiss on her bare shoulder.

Katie took his hand and he looked back up.  “Come on, let’s go,” she said softly.

Originally, JUST ONE NIGHT was available exclusively on Amazon.  Now, it’s on sale everywhere, and it’s only .99!

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Celebrate Earth Day with Fresh Erotica from Patient Lee

Milkweed & Gossamer: A New Adult First Time Tale for Earth Day

Available exclusively on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited

For each copy purchased on Earth Day, Patient Lee will plant an extra milkweed plant in her effort to help the monarchs. This article from 2014 (when I wrote the original story) gives a good overview of the monarch problem: https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/wonk/wp/2014/01/29/the-monarch-butterfly-population-just-hit-a-record-low-heres-why/?utm_term=.8b3c6e59c01e

Depletion of milkweed is only one of the factors contributing to the decline in the monarch population, but it is the one factor individual people can do something about. If we plant milkweed in our gardens, we can replace some of the plants lost to farming.

So if just the thought of a new Patient Lee book doesn’t excited you, how about the idea of doing something to help the earth on Earth Day?  I know I’m in.  Here’s what the book is all about.

Jaime just turned eighteen, and she’s so passionate about saving the monarch butterflies, people call her Milkweed. Josh Gossamer is four years older than Milkweed, but they fall for each other while delivering milkweed plants and working in the butterfly house. Milkweed’s family does everything possible to keep them apart, fearing that Josh will talk her into giving up her virginity and then leave her forever at the end of the summer.

But there’s something her family doesn’t know about her brother, Scott, and he’ll do anything to protect his secret, even lie about Milkweed.

The monarch butterfly population in the United States is in trouble. People can help by planting milkweed to give the butterflies a place to lay their eggs and the caterpillars the food they need to survive. This Earth Day story will teach readers about the plight of the butterflies in a sweet, sexy erotic romance.

Will the first time be the last time, or will Milkweed and Gossamer find a way to be together when he leaves for grad school? Find out on Earth Day.

Not appropriate for readers under 18.

Reviews are already pouring in.

“This story […] managed to be sweet while also showing just the smallest bit of teeth, like a quick, teasing kiss, sandwiched in the middle of a grinding day. The characters were likeable, almost adorable, and your dialogue was exceptional. Unpredictability is a trait I admire as well, and your tale provided that. It was a pleasure to read and left me with a warm, fed but still hungry feeling—satisfied but never sated. Sexy and succulent.”

–Author D.E. Vice

Here’s a little teaser…

During the second week, Carlos and Josh strung the white lights over the party pavilion in preparation for the outdoor party season.

“Yeah, this place is, like, number one for parties for little girls now. They all wear their fairy wings and come party with the butterflies,” Carlos said. “It’s more popular than the bowling alley and the roller-skating rink.”

“What are the lights for? They have these kids’ parties at night?” Josh asked.

“No. It’s a whole different crowd at night. The butterfly house closes at four, but they’ve turned it into a place for all kinds of parties—wine tastings, pig roasts, weddings. You’ll see.”

Josh was climbing the step ladder when the blonde who had given him the hard-on the other day walked into the pavilion. He stumbled a bit when he realized it was the same girl. “Who is that?” He asked in a low tone.

“Hey, Milkweed,” Carlos called. “Come over here. Josh wants to meet you.”

“No! Hey! You didn’t have to call her over,” Josh stage-whispered as she approached.

“Josh, I guess you don’t remember Scott’s little sister, Jaime,” Carlos said. “Jaime, this is Josh. He used to work here when you were still in a training bra.”

“Thanks, Carlos,” she said dryly. “Thanks for pointing that out.”

“Jaime. Holy shit,” Josh said. “You grew up.”

“Yeah. I did,” she said. Josh could tell by the look on her face that she thought he was a few sandwiches short of a picnic.

“I’m sorry. I just . . . Wow,” he said.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said. “Sorry, guys. I gotta go shop for a dress for my party next week.”

She turned and left, once again causing Josh’s cock to stiffen a bit as he watched her ass moving away from him.

“You heard the boss,” Carlos said. “She’s off-limits.”

“Yeah,” Josh said, shaking his head. “Off-limits.” He reached for the lights and then stopped. “Why did you call her Milkweed?”

“Everybody calls her that,” Carlos said. “She’s obsessed with saving the monarchs.”

“Saving the monarchs . . . you mean the butterflies? Aren’t there, like, tons of them?”

“Not as many as there used to be, I guess. That whole greenhouse in the back is milkweed she planted to give away.”

“Why would anyone want to plant weeds?” Josh said.

“The monarchs need the milkweed. It’s her graduation project. Just watch yourself. If she gets an opportunity, you’ll get the whole lecture,” Carlos said. “Twice if you’re alone.”

“I’m not sure she’d want to be alone with me. I didn’t make a very good first impression.”

“Well, it’s probably better that way. Mr. Yaple would fire your ass if he found the two of you alone and your pants were sticking out like that.” He gestured toward Josh’s fly. “And Scott would kick your ass after Mr. Y fired it.”

“Scott is hyper-protective of her.” Josh shook his head. “I don’t get it. Did something happen before?”

“Personally, I think he can’t get a date, so he doesn’t want his little sister dating.”

“He always had girlfriends in high school.”

“Yeah. He was actually engaged for a couple months, too. I think the girl got sick of his ‘waiting until marriage’ philosophy, though.” Carlos grinned. Josh couldn’t tell whether or not he was kidding. “Now c’mon. Back on the fuckin’ ladder. We gotta finish this.”

Author Bio:

Patient Lee writes erotic realism—stories about everyday people, infused with the erotic. She works full-time and has a husband and three children. She writes when she can, sometimes balancing the laptop on her knees and the cat on her arm. She enjoys her seasonal camp site in the summer, spending many hours at a folding table under a canopy, writing and sipping Chardonnay or a super-hoppy IPA.

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Cover Reveal! DESTINY by Holly J. Gill

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Destiny by Holly J Gill

The anticipated cover reveal from Holly J Gill is finally here.  Check out the exciting blurb!

Are you ready for Mr. Wright?

She is his addiction—his misfit.

She has got under his skin, opened his heart and forced herself in.

Luke Wright sits under his father running a multinational company ‘Wrights Enterprisers’. Much to his frustration, he is called to sort out a department, forcing him to miss a trip to New York. However, when he walks in, he sees a young woman and becomes powerless, losing his morals, and begins breaking his own rules.

Can she be his Destiny?

Why can’t she stop fantasizing about him?

Destiny Love is young and wants for nothing and is determined to make it in London. Things aren’t quite going to plan, though, and to top it off there’s a new bossman, meaning new rules. Will Mr. Wright give her a chance to prove herself?

Drumroll, please…

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A wife and a mum to three grown up children and recently became a nana to twins and lives in the UK. Holly J. Gill is an author of contemporary romance, exploring many new channels, paranormal, action, sweet, erotic, wherever her imagination takes her. Holly has been writing since being a young girl, having characters talking to her constantly, and longing to get their stories written. Finally, her dream came true over two years ago, when getting her first contract with Secret Cravings Publishing for her erotic Desires series unfortunately they closed their doors, leaving Holly to go Indie. In Holly’s spare time she loves spending quality time with her family, camping with hubby, seeing friends, listening to music, watching movies and travelling around England visiting the beautiful countryside.

Writing is where Holly’s heart is…

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Lest We Forget…Doms Are People Too.

I love this beautiful reminder from Maggie Carpenter. Doms need to be cared for too.

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They focus their attention on us.

They hold us when we cry.

They listen when we complain.

They feed our souls, they nurture our dreams.

They give us the freedom do be who we are.

Lest we forget…

Their hearts break.

They see their skin crinkle.

The feel the pain of loss.

The frustration of failure.

They shield us from their suffering.

They want to be our rock.

Sometimes, we need to be theirs.

Lest we forget…

Dom’s are people too.

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Weekend Excerpt–Happy Easter!

Happy Easter!  I hope you’re having a great weekend.  This week’s excerpt features an Easter scene from RESISTING RISK, the Finale of the Rannigan’s Redemption series.

In the last book of Rannigan’s Redemption, Michael watches as Maggie’s relationship with Bobby blossoms.  He’s pleased with himself, knowing that putting the pair of them together is merely one part of his plan to find redemption.

Bobby relished the time he spent with Savannah.  It occurred to him that maybe Deanna had made a bigger deal than necessary of the little girl’s illness.  His mood was thoughtful as he sipped his beer and watched Savannah running and playing with her cousins after a delicious meal on Friday evening.  The entire family had gathered at his sister Michelle’s house for a Good Friday dinner.  Now the adults relaxed on the patio as the children played on the lawn.

Everyone would be at Jerilyn and Justin’s on Sunday for the big holiday meal and traditional Easter egg hunt.  If Bobby knew his mother, she’d have been scrambling since he’d called to say the New York trip was off, putting together eggs at the last minute.  It would probably be up to him, his brothers-in-law, and his father to hide about half a million plastic eggs all around the outside of the house bright and early on Sunday morning.  He smiled contentedly.

“Bobby, can I get you anything?” his sister Michelle’s husband Russ asked.

Bobby shook his head.  “I think I’m just about fine.”

“Just about…” Russ repeated, grinning.  “Sounds like something is missing.  Rumor has it you have a new girlfriend.”

Bobby glanced around realizing that all other conversations had stopped.  The only voices were those of the children who ran squealing across the lawn.

Ro-bert has found himself a city girl,” his mother said.  There was friendly laughter all around.

“Maggie’s not a city girl.  She’s originally from North Carolina.  She lives in New York now, just like I do.”  He dug his phone from his pocket, queuing up the photo of the two of them he’d taken at the Red Lantern Inn, and he passed it around.

“What does she do?” asked his sister Renée, who was pregnant with her second child.

“She’s a lawyer.  Works for the prosecutor’s office.”

“We were supposed to meet her this weekend but we couldn’t go, what with Savannah being sick,” Jerilyn elaborated.  “Ro-bert, tell them how you met her.”

Interested eyes were on Bobby.  He sighed.  “We met in the elevator in my building.  She was visiting someone who lives on my floor.  Her shoe broke when she stepped out of the elevator and she fell into the hallway.  I helped fix up her knee.”  He grinned at the memory.

Russ hooted.  “Oh, yeah, he’s got it bad!”  Everyone else laughed, and Bobby joined in good naturedly.

Later back at his parents’ house, Bobby tucked Savannah into bed and wandered back to the kitchen.  Jerilyn was putting together potato salad for Sunday’s dinner.  Bobby sank onto a stool at the counter and watched.

“How are you feeling, bébé?” his mother asked.  “You looked so tired this morning.”

“I’m good, maman.”  His phone blipped indicating a text message.  Checking it quickly, he saw that it was Maggie.

Jerilyn smiled knowingly.  “Is that your little girl?”

“It’s Maggie,” he said, smiling.

“What’s going on there, cher?” she asked softly.

Bobby sighed.  “She makes me happy.”  He looked up at his mother.  “She’s pretty, obviously.  And she’s smart and kind and funny and genuine…”  He trailed off.

Jerilyn crossed her arms.  “Is she another one of those little girls looking for a rich, famous man?”

He looked his mother squarely in the eye.  “No, maman.  Maggie had no idea that I’d played ball.  She couldn’t care less about sports or money.”  He laughed.  “She gave me eight pounds of shit, I mean crap,” he edited in response to her raised eyebrow, “when I bought her an antique dresser last week.”

Bobby gazed through the kitchen windows at the moonlight reflected on the marsh.  “She sees me.  Not some has-been retired pitcher.  I know that we haven’t been going out very long but…”  He looked down at his hands before meeting her gaze.  “I think I’m in love with her.”

A slow smile crept across his mother’s face.  “You’d better go give your little girl a call, then, bébé.”

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Bashing Romance Novels–Don’t Do It

In this terrific article from Bustle, author Sarah Maclean asserts that bashing romance novels is just another form of slut-shaming.  This image is from the article and I’ve included the link below…

https://www.bustle.com/articles/186881-sarah-maclean-bashing-romance-novels-is-just-another-form-of-slut-shaming

Romance, erotic romance, and erotica may not be your cup of tea.  But that doesn’t mean that those who enjoy it are somehow morally inferior.  It doesn’t mean that romance authors produce inferior work.  If you don’t like it, don’t read it.  Like a good friend of mine always says, ‘To each his own.’

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Weekend Excerpt–RESISTING RISK, Rannigan’s Redemption Book 1

Happy Weekend!  I hope your week was great.  Mine was looooong, so I’m thrilled for a couple of days to chill.

Rannigan’s Redemption is a three-novel contemporary erotic romance set in Manhattan.  Michael Rannigan is a founding partner and the handsome face of the law firm of Murphy, Rannigan, and Metheny.  When he meets spunky redhead Maggie Flynn at a job fair, he hires her to join his elite high-profile criminal defense team.

Maggie changes her mind about the job she’s already been offered at the District Attorney’s office, taking the opportunity to work with Michael, the object of her all-but-impossible crush.

Michael isn’t unaware of Maggie’s feelings for him.  He sees that look in her eye.  And it feeds his insatiable ego.  But she’s so unlike his usual choice of vapid bottle-blondes, the ones he calls when he wants a little company for a few hours.  He’d never consider her dating material.  She’s too smart, for one thing.  On the other hand, there’s something about Mary Margaret Flynn that he can’t quite ignore.

This weekend’s excerpt is from RESISTING RISK, the first book of the Rannigan’s Redemption trilogy.

“Mags,” she heard out of the shifting fog.  “We’re back in town.  I need you to tell us where to go.”

She opened her eyes and realized that she’d been sleeping with her head on Michael’s shoulder.   “Oh, God, I’m so sorry.”  She sat up abruptly.  “I didn’t realize…  I wish you’d awakened me.”

“No worries.  But we need to know exactly where to take Ben and where your place is.”

Maggie could see the driver watching her in the rear view mirror.  “My place.  Right.”  She gave the address and the driver thanked her, the partition whooshing back into place.  “Ben can sleep it off on my couch.  It won’t be the first time.”

The car came to a stop in front of Maggie’s apartment.  “Nice building, Mags.  Is the whole thing yours?”

She fairly snorted.  “In my dreams!  One day when I’m rich and famous, I’ll have my own brownstone.  For now I’m happy with a tiny part of the second floor.”  She smiled gratefully.  “Thanks again for the ride.  You are a life saver.”  She moved to open the door but the driver was there first.

“Let me help you get him inside,” Michael offered.  They both glanced at Ben, who hadn’t so much as shifted during the entire ride.

She looked back at Michael.  “Probably a good idea.  I won’t be able to get him up the stairs by myself.”  They succeeded in rousing Ben enough for him to put his arms around their shoulders and they moved him to the sidewalk.

Michael spoke quietly to the driver, who nodded before returning to the driver’s seat and slowly driving away.  Maggie looked at him questioningly.  “I told him to find a place to park.  I’ll call him after we get your date settled.”

They managed the stairs and Michael leaned Ben between himself and the wall as Maggie unlocked the door and let them into her apartment.  “Let’s just lay him on the couch,” she said, cocking her head in the direction of a large grey velvet sofa with navy blue accent pillows.

They worked together to get the unconscious and snoring Ben safely onto the couch, Michael studiously ignoring the way his jacket gapped open, inviting views of Maggie’s breasts as she leaned over to place a pillow under Ben’s head.

“Thank you so much, Michael,” she said as she removed his jacket and held it uncertainly.  “Can I offer you a beer or coffee or something?  Or do you need to go?”

“Coffee sounds good,” he answered.

Maggie smiled brightly as she gently placed his jacket over the back of a kitchen chair and set about making coffee.  Michael wandered around the living room area to the bay window and looked out over the street.  He turned back around to take in the view of the room.  It was small, of course, but nice in a quirky sort of way.  She’d left on a dim lamp near the window that gave enough light to the space without being intrusive.  “This is a nice place,” he commented.

She smiled at him from the kitchen counter.  “Thanks.  And again, I really appreciate your giving us a ride.”

“Mags, you’ve thanked me about a thousand times,” he said gently.

She blushed slightly.  “Well, I didn’t want to forget,” she said sheepishly.

He watched her as she worked in the kitchen, measuring out coffee into a French press, putting a kettle of water on the stove, little mundane domestic tasks.  His mind skipped to flashes of her from throughout the night.  Slowly it dawned on him what it was about Maggie that made him uncomfortable.

She’s real.  She has no hidden agenda.  She isn’t playing some game, she doesn’t want anything from me.  He sighed deeply. She’s the kind of girl who could make you forget your own rules.

Michael slowly crossed the room and stood by the kitchen counter.  “Can I help with something?”

“No, it’s all done.  We’re just waiting for the water to boil.”  She leaned back resting her hand on the counter.

He gently placed his hand on hers.  “You…are very dangerous,” he whispered, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it softly, his deep brown eyes peering into hers.  Her brow furrowed, perplexed.

Gently, he tilted up her chin with his fingers and leaned down, meeting her lips with his own, lightly at first, and then more urgently.  He ran his other hand down the smooth fabric of the back of her dress coming to rest on her firm ass as he probed her mouth with his tongue, seeking hers.

Maggie responded, matching the heat of his kiss, reaching up, tangling her fingers in the hair behind his ear, giving herself over to his embrace.  Michael’s hand left her ass and smoothed its way back up to her side, her ribs, stopping just under her breast.  Reluctantly he pulled himself away.

Maggie breathlessly gazed up at him.  He smiled gently.  “We’re both a little drunk,” he said.  “Which is why I’d better go.”  Tenderly, he kissed her once again and walked out the door.

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Weekend Excerpt–Dream Dominant Book 1, LUKE & BELLA

luke-bella-updated-coverLUKE & BELLA is the first book I ever published.  It was a couple of years ago, and I had no idea what I was doing.  In fact, I accidentally published it on Amazon.  I thought that after I uploaded my manuscript, I’d have the opportunity to tweak the formatting and check for errors. The next thing I knew, I had a book for sale.

I’ve since re-edited and formatted it properly.  And I replaced the original cover with something sexier.  I’m thrilled to announce that in the coming weeks, LUKE & BELLA will also be available in paperback.

LUKE & BELLA is Book 1 of the Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone light BDSM novels featuring strong, sexy Dominants and the smart redhead submissives who can’t resist them.

I have a few more books under my belt now, but this one holds a special place in my heart.  Here’s a steamy little tease…

Bella woke up aware of two things: an extreme headache and the need to have him.  She glanced over at Luke.  Asleep in her bed.  In her house.  And she wanted him.

She tiptoed to the bathroom, found the ibuprofen, and quickly slammed three.  She brushed her teeth and got into the shower. Hot water and lavender-scented lather washed over her body, and her headache was rinsed away as she imagined his hands on her, caressing her skin, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples.  And she wanted him.

Her hands slid down her stomach then further down.  She began touching herself, thinking of the last time they made love, on the plane home.  Guess we’re in the mile-high club now, she thought to herself, smiling at the memory.  Turning off the water, she opened the shower door and reached for her towel.  Her hand landed on an empty towel bar.

“Looking for this, baby girl?”  Luke was leaning against the bathroom counter, completely dressed in faded jeans and a grey t-shirt, a fluffy white towel folded in his hands.  He placed the towel on the floor.

“I’ll be back in one minute.  Be in the ready position here,” he said firmly, indicating the towel on the floor.  “Don’t bother drying off.”  With that, he turned and walked out of the room.

Bella stood blinking for a moment then stepped out of the shower.  She knelt on the towel, water dripping all over the floor, and tried to relax.  Her heart was pounding.  His tone had been quiet and intense.  She wondered what he had in mind and, struggling to calm her thoughts, she closed her eyes and waited.

She heard him return, opened her eyes briefly and saw his bare feet, then closed her eyes again.  He walked around her slowly then stopped in front of her and pulled her head to his leg, stroking her hair gently.

“Good morning, baby girl,” he purred.  “How are you feeling today?”

Keeping her head down, Bella answered, “I’m well, Sir.”

He gripped her chin roughly and forced her head up.  “I’ve told you, baby girl, that I want to see your eyes.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“The reason I ask about how you’re feeling is that you had a rough night last night.  You got drunk and you conducted yourself in a most disrespectful manner.  Would you agree?”  As he asked, he slipped his belt around her neck and pulled it snug.

She blinked and hesitated.  “Um, yes, Sir, I had a lot to drink,” she said.

“As my baby girl, it’s your position to reflect well on me in public.  Would you agree?” he asked.  “Lift your hands.”  He dropped the end of the belt and secured her hands in front of her using the belt from her robe.

“Um, yes, Sir,” she answered.

“You’ve seen enough.”  He covered her eyes with the tie he’d worn that night in Edinburgh.

“And did you do that last night, baby girl?  Did you reflect well on me?” he whispered in her ear.

“No, Sir.”

“So you would agree that you have earned punishment?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Come with me.”  Luke took her hands and helped her stand.  She was still wet from the shower and she slipped a little on the tile.  “I’ve got you, baby girl.  Trust me,” he said softly as he walked her into the bedroom.

Bella felt her knees against the bed.  “Now bend over across the bed, baby girl.  Rest your torso on the bed and reach your arms up over your head.” She did as he directed.

He left her standing, leaning on the bed as he walked around and took her tied hands, pulling them straight and securing them to the opposite side of the bed.  With her feet on the floor, Bella couldn’t move.

He returned to her and lightly stroked her backside and down the backs of her thighs.  “Move your feet apart,” he commanded.  She did as she was told.  He slipped his hand between her legs and moved it up to her sex, gently stroking before sliding a finger inside.  “You’re a little wet now.  We’ll check again after,” he said softly.

“Now baby girl, you will count this out,” he growled.

She braced herself, her breaths short and quick.  He waited a moment then slapped her left ass cheek hard.  Bella gasped.

“Count it out!” he commanded.

“One.”

He smacked her two more times.

“Two, three.”

He hesitated, smoothly caressing her pinkened backside.  Bella’s muscles tightened.  “Do. Not. Anticipate,” he hissed into her ear.  He landed four more slaps, on the other cheek this time.

“Four, five, six, seven,” she counted out, her voice shaking.

Her ass was bright pink and felt warm to the touch, a fact he noted as he soothed the area he’d spanked.  Luke could see the imprint of his hand on her right cheek.  He gave her three more hard smacks.

“Eight, nine, ten,” she dutifully counted through gritted teeth.

“Very good, baby girl,” he cooed into her ear.  “Let’s check you now.”  He gently smoothed the skin of her ass before sliding his hand between her thighs.  “You are dripping.  That’s good news, baby girl.  Did you realize how much you like to be spanked?”

She was surprised to note that although the spanks had stung, she was, in fact, more aroused than she had been already.  She felt the hardness his erection as he pressed against her stinging ass and ached for him.  Then she heard the zipper on his jeans and something fall softly to the floor.

He teased her moist opening with the end of his hardness and was even more aroused when it became covered in her sweetness.  She moaned softly and he knew she was ready.  “What do you want, baby girl?” he asked quietly.  He reached under her and began to fondle her breasts.

“Please,” she said.

“Please what?  Ask me for what you want,” he whispered.

”I want you to fuck me, Sir,” she breathed.

“What do you mean?” he asked, teasing her.

“Oh, God!  I want you in me,” she begged.

He smiled to himself and slid into her.  She groaned with pleasure.  “Is this what you want, baby girl?”

“Yes, yes, please,” she muttered.

He pushed in as far as he could then slowly pulled back out.  “I’m going to fuck you hard, my bratty baby girl,” he growled.  Letting go, he began to pound into her as hard as he could, driven mad by the way she clenched around him.

She could feel the heat building up deep inside and she let go, just feeling, absorbing his energy.  Their release was loud and long, and afterwards he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard on her neck.  “Oh, baby girl, we needed that,” he breathed.

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