Weekend Excerpt–FOR SPARROW Has Big News!

This week brought great news for Dream Dominant Book 3, FOR SPARROW.
It’ s been named a 2018 Golden Flogger Award FINALIST for Best BDSM Book in the BDSM Light category!

I’m so excited!  This book is special to me in several ways.  The story grew out of a ‘wonder’ I had about two dear subbie friends of mine.  And it’s set in my home, Palm Beach County, Florida.  I’ve infused it with some of my favorite places.

In a nutshell, Dominant firefighter paramedic Judd  Farris made a promise to his dying friend and he’s going to keep it.
He’ll be there for recent widow Jessi Crenshaw, at least until she finds a new Dom of her own.
But a platonic D/s relationship is a damn odd arrangement.
Could it be that maybe his friend had something more permanent in mind?

Here’s a little snippet from FOR SPARROW.

Jessi sat gazing out across the moonlit water to the red lighthouse on the opposite side of the inlet.  In the cool evening breeze, she was almost cold in her casual pink and orange sundress.  She thought about the ride from her house, unable to recall the last time she’d ridden alone with a man other than Graham.  The uncomfortable feeling had returned, and she’d chided herself mentally.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, grow up!  We’re going out because obviously, there’s nothing in the house to eat.

She’d been surprised when Judd played country music on the truck’s radio, although she couldn’t figure why that had been surprising.  She knew nothing about the man and his taste, in music, or anything else for that matter.

When they’d pulled up in front of the Square Grouper, she’d also been surprised.  It was not the kind of place Graham had liked, he’d been more a fan of quiet and sedate restaurants.  Places that were actually indoors, unlike this bar with sand for a floor and palm trees for a roof.

She found she rather liked it.  Looking back, she realized that she and Graham had rarely ever gone out to a bar.  Occasionally for girls’ night out, she and Sarah and a few of their friends met for cocktails at the bar of the local Cheesecake Factory, but that was usually just a preamble to going to the movies.

The bar had been noisy and crowded when they’d entered, and she’d stiffened apprehensively, unsure of where to go.  Judd seemed to have noticed, and he’d placed a hand gently on the small of her back, guiding her through the crowd to the table by the water where she now sat.

Judd seemed to be well-known among the crowd there, several times his name was called out raucously.  “Yo, Judd!”  He’d laughed and returned the greetings.

“Here you go, Jessi.  I’ll go get us some beers and order a couple of burgers.”  And he’d left her to ignore the crowd in favor of the tranquility of the full moon on the water, the rotating beam at the top of the lighthouse, the occasional boat that passed by.

“I’m back,” he said, handing her a bottle of Blue Moon and sitting beside her with his own.  “The burgers will be out in a while.”  He took a pull on his beer and sighed.  “This is one of my favorite places to sit and relax.”  Glancing at her, he frowned a bit.  “Are you alright?  I mean, is this place okay?”

Jessi nodded.  “It’s nice.  I’ve never been here before.”  She looked back towards the bar as the laughter peaked again.  “They seem to know you.”

He grinned.  “Yeah, I’m here quite a bit.  I hate to cook for myself.”

She watched him thoughtfully for a moment.  “You aren’t married, then?”

Sipping his beer again, he shook his head.  “Nope.  I was for a while a few years back but it didn’t work out.”

“I’m sorry.  That’s sad, I think.”

“Sometimes people just grow in different directions,” he said with a shrug.

Jessi felt awkward, like she should be more sympathetic but she didn’t know what to say.  Thankfully, their food arrived, large cheeseburgers with what looked to be homemade French fries.  For the next few minutes they concentrated on eating.

Judd groaned appreciatively.  “This place has the best burgers in town.”

“It’s really good,” Jessi agreed, although she barely picked at her plate.

He looked thoughtful as he dipped a fry in ketchup.  “Tell me about your business,” Judd prompted.

She looked up, surprised.  “Oh, well, it’s event planning.  You know, weddings, parties, fund raisers, that kind of thing.  About four years ago, my friend Sarah and I got tired of teaching and decided to take the plunge.”

Judd grinned.  “You were a teacher?”

“Ninth grade English.  I did it for a long time, but I was ready for a change.”

“How is your business doing?”

Jessi smiled a little.  “Pretty well, actually.  We average about three events a week.  Matter of fact we have a big party tomorrow night.  I’ll probably spend most of the day taking care of last minute details.”

He nodded.  “You said that Friday worked out better this week.  I’ll be working tomorrow, too.”

“Have you always been a paramedic?” she asked.

“After I graduated from Florida State, I started out as a firefighter,” he said.  He laughed at her automatic grimace.  “Don’t tell me, you’re a Florida graduate.”

Jessi laughed lightly.  “Go, Gators!”

He chuckled with her.  “Anyway, after a few years I went to EMT school, and then later I completed my paramedic training.”

“Does being a paramedic keep you safer than being a firefighter?”  Her brow furrowed with worry.

Judd smiled.  “I suppose.  I don’t run into many burning buildings anymore.  We wait for the guys to bring victims out of the fires.  And we respond to heart attacks, injuries, car accidents, that kind of thing.”

He watched Jessi’s eyes widen.  “No,” he shook his head.  “I didn’t get the call for Graham’s accident.  I was off that day.”

“How did you know…“

“Jessi, your eyes show everything you’re thinking,” he said gently.  “It’s the damnedest thing I ever saw.”

Jessi immediately looked down at her plate, concerned about what else her eyes might give away.  Judd went back to eating and she picked at her burger some more.  Looking back up, she spoke again.  “How did you know Graham?”

Judd looked back up at Jessi, swallowed his bite of burger, and cleared his throat.  “I followed his blog for quite a while.”  Jessi blinked, trying to make the leap from following a blog to being friends.

He sighed, wiping his mouth and setting down his napkin.  “I told you my marriage ended because we wanted different things in life.  As things started going south, I realized that one problem was that both of us wanted to be in control.  And it didn’t work.  There was no yin to the yang, you know?”

Jessi nodded, frowning.

“I started looking online for anything that could help, some kind of advice to help me save my marriage.  The more I looked, the more I realized that in my core self, I’m Dominant.”

Judd paused to let that sink in.  Jessi was listening raptly.  “I found a few websites about being Dominant, you know the kind of thing, ‘do this’, ‘don’t do that’.  When I started going out again after the divorce, I tried some things, some really stupid things.  I made a few dates through FetLife and they were disastrous.”  He shook his head, half smiling.  “Graham’s writing was a revelation.  I thought, here’s a guy who knows what it is to be Dominant, to lead a submissive in the right way.”

She still didn’t say anything so he pushed on.  “I became something of a stalker,” he laughed, “reading every article, digging through his archives…  I commented on his posts and asked questions, and he was always nice, he always took the time to answer me.”  Judd took a break, nibbling on a handful of fries.  Jessi sipped her beer and waited.

“When I realized he was local, I worked up the nerve to ask him to meet me for coffee, and he agreed.  We met at Howley’s, and we talked for hours.”

“Howley’s,” Jessi repeated.

Judd grinned wryly.  “Cooked in sight…”

“Must be right,” she finished, smiling sadly.

He nodded.  “We met about once a month after that.  He was my mentor, but he was also my friend.”

“He never told me this.  I never knew that he was meeting someone, mentoring someone.”  Jessi gazed out over the water.

“That last time,” Judd began, “he was preoccupied.  He kept talking about what would happen to you when he was gone.”

“Why?” Jessi quietly pleaded.  “Why did he think something was going to happen?  Why didn’t he tell me if he thought something was wrong?”

Judd shook his head.  “I don’t know.  I think maybe he was feeling like something was off, and he didn’t want to worry you.”  He looked at Jessi and sighed.  “Graham asked me to promise I’d look out for you, make sure you were alright.  Those things I work on at your house?”  Jessi nodded.  “Before we left Howley’s that day, he handed me an envelope with my name on it, said in the event something happened to him, I should open it.”

“It was a list of chores around my house?” Jessi asked.  Judd nodded solemnly.

Jessi frowned.  “Was the dog on that list?”

Judd laughed.  “Yes.  I wasn’t sure how I was going to make that happen.”

He looked down for a moment.  “The list was the second page.  The first page was a letter outlining how he wanted me to make sure that you were okay.  He worried about you, Jessi.”

She looked away and swiped at a lone tear with the heel of her hand.  “I just don’t understand,” she said quietly.

“There’s more, Jessi.” She looked back at him expectantly.  “Graham gave me two envelopes that day.  The one for me…and one for you.”

Jessi’s eyes widened.  “You mean you’ve had—“

Judd put up a hand to stop her.  “He told me to give it to you when the time was right.  Jessi, I had it in the pocket of my jacket on the day of the funeral.  But you were surrounded by assholes saying really stupid things, and you looked like you’d been hit by a bus, and it didn’t seem like the right time to give it to you.  I’ve had it in my truck every time I’ve come by.”

He placed his hand over hers.  “I think it’s the right time tonight.  I’ll give it to you when we get back to your house.”

The drive back to Jessi’s was accented by tense silence.  Judd watched out of the corner of his eye as Jessi wrung her hands together anxiously, her face tight.  When they pulled into the driveway, she unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Hang on a second,” he told her.  “I’ll get your door.”

*****

Standing at the kitchen island, he handed her an envelope.  Her heart ached at the sight of Graham’s familiar left-handed scrawl across the face of the envelope.

For Sparrow.

Jessi’s eyes filled with tears.

Judd spoke softly.  “I’ll be out back when you’re finished, and we can talk about it if you like.”  He squeezed her shoulder gently.  “Come on, Buddy.  Let’s go outside.”  Happily, the puppy followed Judd out the back door.

Award-winning FOR SPARROW
is available at your favorite online bookseller.
books2read.com/ForSparrow

 

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Many thanks, Marlena, for sharing my new book! I really appreciate your support. ❤

Life As I Know It

Hello, Bloggers!!

I’m excited to welcome back Author Pandora Spocks to the site today.

Pandora is sharing about her recently released Contemporary Erotic Romance book, WARRIOR MINE. Get ready to enjoy all the details below!


Warrior Mine 1 ebook cover The Basics:

Title: Warrior Mine (Dream Dominant Collection Book 4)
Release Date: August 14, 2018
Genres: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Erotic
Word count: 115,887
Author: Pandora Spocks
Cover Design: Linzi Basset
AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER at this Universal Link: books2read.com/WarriorMine

Blurb:

She is the perfect combination of princess and warrior.

Scott Nielsen and Jackie Walker.
Their attraction is instant from the moment they meet.
But he’s Dominant.  And no way is she submissive.
Is it a missed connection?  Or a divine appointment?

Scott Nielsen is ready for change.  He’s walked away from his career as a wilderness counselor, planning to start his own outdoor survival school.  He looks up his old friend and former…

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Out TODAY from Ree L. Diehl–THE PRICE OF ADMISSION (Unbillable Hours #3)

Rumor has it, if she bangs the bouncer, he’ll let her in….

Dax Masters is the star of Save a Horse, Crop a Cowgirl, where country meets kink.  The buff Texan Daddy Dom is in town to promote his new fitness DVD.  Tonight, he’ll be the guest DJ at the hottest nightclub in the city.

The line to Club Oasis is around the block when Dax’s fan Tiffany Santee steps into line.  She knows if she bangs the bouncer, Jace will let her in.  The couple’s tryst behind the building reveals sides of themselves that they’ve kept hidden in their previous encounters.  They’re both into BDSM.  Jace is a Dominant. Tiffany is submissive.  Add Dax Masters to the equation, and this threesome will set the night on fire in Jace’s private dungeon.

Dax is out of the kink closet, and if Jace isn’t, his secrets are nothing to the ones that Tiffany is keeping.  Yes, they’ve signed a nondisclosure agreement, but can she trust him with the truth of who she really is?

Welcome to the Unbillable Hours Series, where the best things happen off the clock.

Romantic Comedy Erotica MFM ménage written for ages 18+.

How about a steamy little excerpt?

Jace took her hand and towed her after him, not stopping until they were behind the building, away from prying eyes.

“Much better,” he said.  Raising her wrists, he pinned them to the wall on either side of her head.

“You like to be the center of attention,” he murmured, keeping his voice low and intimate.

“I do, huh?”

“I’ve got eyes,” he rumbled.  “I see you better than you think I do.  You dressed down tonight, little girl.  The jacket’s fine.  The top is nice, but those denim shorts and hooker heels scream slut.  That’s not the kind of look that normally gets you into Club Oasis.  That’s what a woman wears when she’s looking to get laid.”

He pressed his body against hers and let her feel just how ready he was to oblige.

Tiffany resisted the urge to hump the lump shaping the front of his jeans.  “Seems to me, you’re the one looking to get laid.  I planned to have a drink, dance with my girl, and go home to my lonely bed.”

“Jace,” he growled.  “And I wasn’t looking for a hookup until you came.”

She slid her gaze to the gold band on his left middle finger.  “You moved your ring quick enough once you saw me.”

He crooked an unapologetic grin.  “A wedding ring keeps most of the she-wolves at bay.  There’s nothing to be jealous of, sugar.”

Wasn’t there?  Dozens of women lined up for him every night at Club Oasis.  How many others had he dragged behind the building?  How many of them had he screwed before her?

Dammit, Jace.

It wouldn’t hurt him to be a little jealous, too.

“My shorts don’t say slut,” she informed him.  “I wore them for your guest D.J.  You do know who he is, right?  Dax Masters from Save a Horse, Crop a Cowgirl, where country meets kink?  Most of his submissives wear them.  Outside his dungeon, that is.”

He pulled his head back and stared at her, frowning slightly as he tried to figure her out.  “So…,” he said slowly, “you’re telling me that you like Dax’s show?  You like watching kink…?”

Did he know so little about her?

“I don’t just watch kink,” she said meaningfully.  Telling him was risky.  She could have scared him off.  When he didn’t run, she dared even more.  “Ask me nice, and I’ll share my favorite scenes from the show.  Who knows?  You might learn something.  It never hurts to expand your repertoire, Jace.  You don’t want things to get stale in a relationship.  It’s not good to be too predictable.  Women like being surprised.”

“News flash.”  Quick as an adder, he fisted her hair and pulled down, forcing her neck to arch.  Bending his dark head, he opened his mouth, bit the curve of her shoulder, and dragged his teeth up the side of her neck to whisper in her ear.  “Men do, too.”

Here are the links for THE PRICE OF ADMISSION:
Amazon e-book Universal link http://mybook.to/UH3
Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FJMJR1W
Teasers and excerpt: http://bit.ly/UHrs3WP
Goodreads http://bit.ly/UH3GR
Video teaser http://bit.ly/UH3Video

 

About the Author:

Ree L. Diehl was born on a misty morning in the mind of a multi-genre author who wanted to pen erotica but put her own stamp on it.  The result was the Unbillable Hours Series, serving up erotica with a dash of romantic comedy.  The She-Wolf on the Twentieth Floor is the first in a series of standalone erotic stories where the best things happen off the clock.

 

AUTHOR LINKS

Amazon author page: http://author.to/ReeLDiehl
Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/ReeLDiehl
Goodreads author page: http://bit.ly/RLDiehl
Wicked Pens author page: http://bit.ly/RLDiehlWP
Ree L. Diehl, Nia Farrell, and Erinn Ellender Quinn’s webpage: http://bit.ly/NiaErinnReeWP
Ree L. Diehl, Nia Farrell, and Erinn Ellender Quinn’s Facebook group
http://bit.ly/TheFold3
Ree L. Diehl, Nia Farrell, and Erinn Ellender Quinn’s newsletter signup
http://bit.ly/NiaErinnReeNews
Ree L. Diehl, Nia Farrell, and Erinn Ellender Quinn on Twitter
https://twitter.com/My3Pens

CONTACT INFORMATION

Ree L. Diehl email authorreeldiehl@gmail.com
Personal Assistant Natasha Hooks email tashapa2authors@gmail.com

 

TITLES

The She-Wolf on the Twentieth Floor (Unbillable Hours #1).  Release Date January 15, 2018.
Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/UH1
Teasers & Excerpt http://mybook.to/SheWolfWP

A Package for Paige (Unbillable Hours #2).  Release Date April 15, 2018.

The Price of Admission (Unbillable Hours #3).  Release Date August 15, 2018.

 

Love FREE Books?

Of course you do, who doesn’t?

Emmanuelle de Maupassant, one of my all-time favorites (if you haven’t read her erotic novel, The Gentlemen’s Club, drop what you’re doing and read it now) has a brand new book out, and from August 13-17, it’s FREE!
After that, it moves to 99p/99c through until the end of the month, and then $2.99/£2.99 in September.
What’s it all about?  I’m glad you asked.
Against the ancient blood-rituals of Ostara night, dark forces stir within the forest. Can Elswyth resist Jarl Gunnolf’s wicked seductions and the devious schemes of her enemies? Filled with action, mystery, and searing passion, ‘Viking Wolf’ is a full-length dark romance. Prepare for scorching scenes and hard-muscled warriors!
Here’s the official blurb…

Enter a world of burning desire and brutal passion;
a world threatened by ambition, jealousy and revenge.

He is bound by duty…
Eirik has shed his blood on the battlefield; now, he’s commanded to marry a woman he’s never met. Will his sense of honour part him from Elswyth forever?

She is as brave as any man…
Elswyth is at the mercy of Jarl Gunnolf’s darkest seductions. Against the ancient blood-rituals of Ostara night, someone will stop at nothing to claim what’s most desired. Dark forces stir within the forest and Elswyth’s life is in peril. Will she fall prey to the devious schemes of her enemies?

Surrender to suspense, mystery and forbidden passion – in ‘Viking Wolf’.

Heat level: volcanic

Viking Wolf is the second in the Viking Warriors series : a full-length historical romance, with some steamy scenes.

Intrigued?  I just downloaded mine.

Here’s the link so you can get your FREE copy:
http://viewbook.at/VikingWolf

Weekend Excerpt–WARRIOR MINE Comes Out Tuesday, August 14!

Until then, you can reserve your copy for just 99¢!

WARRIOR MINE is the 4th novel in the Dream Dominant Collection.  Although it’s completely stand-alone, it’s a spin-off from LOST & BOUND.

She is the perfect combination of princess and warrior.

Scott Nielsen and Jackie Walker.
Their attraction is instant from the moment they meet.
But he’s Dominant.  And no way is she submissive.
Is it a missed connection?  Or a divine appointment?

This is the final sneak peek before Release Day.  I figured you’d like a HOT teaser this time.  😉

Throughout the morning’s activities and on the ride back to the lodge, Jackie and Scott exchanged heated glances.  She found herself wishing the day away, longing for the night to come.  If he didn’t come to her, she would definitely go to him.  She needed him in the worst way.

Unless he really is angry with me, Jackie fretted.

She needn’t have worried.  Much later that night, after putting Grant and Emma to bed, Jackie retreated to her own room, taking her time as she showered, washing her hair and shaving various pertinent areas.  After blowing her hair dry, she brushed on a touch of black mascara and added sheer lip gloss.  She eyed herself in the mirror as she slid a new nightie over her head, a silky seafoam slip gown with a sheer lace bodice.

Ready to tiptoe down the hallway to Scott’s room, Jackie opened the bathroom door and was surprised to find him standing there, bare-chested with his arms crossed.

“You’ve kept me waiting, Princess.”  He arched an eyebrow severely, but the heat in his eyes belied his strict demeanor.

She raised her chin defiantly.  “Well, I didn’t actually know—”

“Knees.  Now.”  He pointed sharply to the floor beside his feet, his voice low but intense.

She was tempted to come back with a smart retort but thought better of it.  Instead, with a saucy glance his way, she lowered herself to her knees, resting her hands, palms up, on her thighs, the way he’d shown her in the cabin.  She tried to still herself despite the adrenalin that thrummed through her veins.  As independent as she was, there was something incredibly hot about Scott taking charge.

Her eyes were closed, but she felt him step closer, sliding a bare foot between her thighs.  When he wiggled his toes, they touched her pussy, and she gasped lightly.

“You have had a day, haven’t you, Princess?” he asked, tenderly stroking her hair.  “You started off by charging after a bear who could have killed you with one swipe of a paw.”

Jackie snorted.  “That’s a little dramatic.  I hardly think—”

“Silence.”  Though his voice was soft, his tone was sharp.  “You will speak only when you have the King’s permission.”

Briefly, she scowled up at him then closed her eyes again, sighing deeply.

“You challenged me when I confronted you, and you used profanity.  All of that before breakfast.”  He placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her face toward his.  “Look at me, Princess.”

Jackie complied, attempting to fix him with a defiant stare, but failing when she saw the fire in his eyes.  Instead, she just blinked up at him, feeling the heat between her thighs as he wiggled his toes again.

“That sassy mouth of yours.  I think we need to give it a job.”  He lowered his zipper, releasing his solid, erect cock.  “Open.”

Unconsciously, she licked her lips and her stomach performed a half-gainer as she saw the precum pooled at his bulbous tip.  With a glance up at him, she opened her mouth and took him in, moaning with pleasure as she lapped up his essence.

Scott exhaled deeply, resting a hand on her head.  Then he cleared his throat.  “Your infractions have piled up.  But I’m not going to spank you now.  That will come later, when we have more privacy.  Because we’re—”

He stopped, gasping as she increased her suction and fisted the length of him that didn’t fit into her mouth.  Jackie smiled to herself, as much as she could with her mouth filled with cock, pleased that she could exert a little control over the King.

“Fuck me,” he breathed.  “We’re going to need privacy because I’m going to wear your ass out.  Right now, however, I’m going to fuck your face.  After which, I’ll be fucking your cunt.”

He gripped the sides of her head and shoved himself deep, choking Jackie.  She coughed and sputtered.

Scott watched her carefully.  “Safeword if you need to.”

Determinedly, she shook her head and continued sucking with gusto as he pushed in and out.  She felt his cock grow unimaginably hard.

“Shit, Jackie, I’m coming,” he hissed.  “Take it all, Princess.  Don’t waste a drop.”

He shoved into her a final time and his hot cum jetted into the back of her throat.  Jackie swallowed as quickly as she could, eager to prove to him that she could, choking only once.  When he started to remove himself, she closed her lips around him, sucking off any remaining ejaculate and earning a deep groan.

Scott ruffled her hair as he sat heavily on the side of her bed.  “That was very good, Princess.”  He gave her a quizzical look.  “And that was the first time you’ve ever swallowed?”

She nodded smugly, and he smiled.  “You get a little more practice, and I’m a dead man,” he laughed.

WARRIOR MINE is available for pre-order
at your favorite online bookseller.
books2read.com/WarriorMine

Weekend Excerpt–WARRIOR MINE

Presenting the official book trailer for my new novel,
WARRIOR MINE!

Like all the books in the Dream Dominant Collection, it’s a stand-alone novel.  But it’s a spin-off from Dream Dominant Book 2, LOST & BOUND.  Characters and timelines intersect, but I made sure you can read this new book, even if you haven’t read the other one.

For WARRIOR MINE, I returned to the Canadian setting of LOST & BOUND.  It’s a place near and dear to my heart, a place where I spent many a happy summer vacation during my childhood.

From the mid-1940s, my family owned an island in the northern Ontario wilderness.  We had a tiny log cabin on a little island on a remote lake not far from the town of Elliot Lake.  When I took my kids, they were the 5th generation of my family to spend time there.

In LOST & BOUND, Hollywood bad girl Shasta Pyke stays in the cabin for a while.

Later, in WARRIOR MINE, Scott Nielsen remodels it into a bunkhouse for his outdoors school.

These are actual photos from the Spocks family album.

Because it’s so remote, we flew by bush plane over crystal-clear lakes to reach our island.

In LOST & BOUND, I had Blake Walker use a bush plane to ferry guests to remote cabins owned by Lake Miranda Lodge.

In WARRIOR MINE, Blake’s good friend Scott Nielsen also flies a De Havilland Beaver, and offers to help with flight duties.

Again, these are Spocks family photos.

Ironically as I was writing LOST & BOUND, my parents sold the property.

Here’s a little teaser from WARRIOR MINE.

“What would you do with the lodge, if you could do anything you wanted?”  Amy looked at Jackie curiously.

Jackie gazed dreamily across the water.  “Well, I’d upgrade the whole place.”  She looked at Amy.  “Not modernize it, I wouldn’t want to lose the rustic charm, but…”  She sighed, thinking of the capital it would take to make the place everything she envisioned.  Amy watched her, waiting for her to speak.

“I would put in new beds, update the kitchenettes but use vintage-looking appliances, restore the rooms in the main house to use as guest rooms like they used to be, build a little house for the kids and me to live in…”  She smiled sheepishly.  “Not that I’ve put a lot of thought into it,” Jackie laughed.

Amy smiled.  “I think you have some great ideas.  This is such a special place.  I’d love to see you do really well.”

While she was speaking, Jackie became aware of the buzz of an airplane in the distance.  Normally, she’d assume it was Blake.  Her eyes darted beyond Grant and Emma, to where Blake’s De Havilland Beaver floated, moored to the end of the dock.  But Blake’s plane is here.

Now that they were quiet, the buzz seemed louder.  Both women looked in the direction of the noise.  The plane, a small pontoon plane quite like Blake’s, was coming closer and seemed to be descending toward the far south end of the lake.

“What the…” Jackie murmured.

Using their hands to shield their eyes from the glare of the afternoon sun, they rose from their chairs.  White spray fantailed behind the twin pontoons as the plane landed at the far end of Lake Miranda.  Even Grant and Emma lost interest in their fishing as the plane motored its way toward them.

“Maybe you’d better get in the house,” Jackie said to Amy.

“I’m not leaving you to deal with whatever this is.”

They made their way down the deck steps and across to the dock.  “Go inside, kids,” Jackie said.

“But Mom,” Grant protested.

“Don’t ‘but Mom’ me, do as I say.”

“Aw, man!”

“Aw, man,” Emma echoed.

“In the house.  Now.” Jackie marched purposefully down the dock, and Amy followed along behind her.  Torn, Jackie still debated sending Amy into the house with the children.  Unconsciously, she stepped between Amy and the intruder.

The plane was mere yards away from the dock by this time.  Squinting against the glare, Jackie could see the pilot, his face obscured by green aviator sunglasses and huge headphones.  He appeared to have a light blond beard and mustache.

As he got closer, he cut the engine, and the lake was quiet again.  The door popped open and the pilot swung himself down and grabbed a paddle from the inner side of one of the pontoons, using it to maneuver the aircraft toward the dock.

Headphones removed, Jackie saw that the man had long, thick honey-blond hair that hung in a braid down his back.  He gave a little salute as he got closer.  To Jackie’s relief, he didn’t seem to have a camera.  But her hackles were up anyway.

“No.”  Jackie shook her head firmly.  “You can’t be here.  Just go on back to wherever you came from, this is a private dock.”

“But,” the stranger began.

“Nope, no buts.  You’ll have to go now.”  Jackie planted her feet shoulder-width apart and crossed her arms.

“I talked to Blake a couple of weeks ago, told him I’d be stopping by.”  The stranger smiled reassuringly.  Up close, he was tall, well over six feet, and his forest green polo shirt clung to muscular shoulders and upper arms.  Short sleeves showed tats up both arms.  Khaki shorts revealed strong legs flecked with light hair, and on his feet, he wore battered brown leather boots.

He’d gotten the plane to within a few feet of the dock.  To tie up, a couple of the skiffs would need to be moved.

“Wait,” Amy surprised Jackie, “are you Scott?”

The man’s face lit up in a smile, and he nodded.  “I’m Scott Nielsen, I used to work with Blake.  You must be Amy?”

Hands back on her hips, Jackie moved in front of Amy again.  “Um, yes,” Amy frowned.  “Blake told you about me?”

Scott laughed.  “We’re pretty tight, Blake and me.  He’s like the little brother I never knew I wanted.”

He laughed again.  “And I guess that makes you Jackie.”  Holding the line to the plane, he stepped onto the dock, moved the sunglasses to the top of his head, and offered his hand.  “Scott Nielsen.  Sorry I just barged in on you like this.  I sort of thought Blake would be here.”

Slowly, Jackie reached for Scott’s hand.  “He’s in town, but he’ll be back soon.  I didn’t mean to be rude, it’s just that we’ve had a little bit of trouble recently…”  Her voice trailed off as she stared into his bright blue eyes.

Scott frowned.  “Trouble?”

Jackie shook her head sharply as though to clear the cobwebs.  “Oh, never mind.  Let’s get you tied off.  Can I offer you some iced tea?”

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Weekend Excerpt–WARRIOR MINE

Finally!
WARRIOR MINE is finished and available for pre-order!  Official Launch Day is August 14.
What I once thought might make a nice little novella is now a huge 115k+ word novel.

It’s the story of Scott Nielsen, a man at a crossroads in his life.  He’s walking away from his job as a wilderness counselor to start his own business.  In his personal life, this Dominant is ready to leave behind the casual encounters at the BDSM club and find his own submissive.

When he visits his friend Blake Walker to ask about leasing space for his outdoors school at the Walkers’ remote guest lodge, he meets Blake’s sister Jackie, a strong, determined single mom who runs the lodge.

Their mutual attraction is obvious, but Jackie’s not anyone’s submissive.  Is it simply a missed connection?  Or fate?

Here’s the opening of WARRIOR MINE.
***WARNING–Occasionally characters have potty mouths.  They’re like that sometimes.***

Fuck you, man!  I’m not coming down.  And you can’t make me.”

Scott Nielsen closed his eyes and slowly drew a deep, cleansing breath.  I’m getting too old for this shit.

Mentally adjusting his professional ‘I have this under control’ game face as six other campers looked on curiously, he tilted his head to look up into the thirty-foot pine.

“Suit yourself, Sowder,” he replied calmly.  “The rest of us are going to the mess hall for dinner.”  He turned to gaze out across the lake, then flicked his light blue eyes back to the teenager in the tree.  “It’s going to be dark soon, and it’s supposed to be a cold one tonight.  But you do what you need to do.”

“Fuck you, man,” came the sullen reply.

Scott shook his head.  “Now you’re just repeating yourself.”

To the others, he said, “Come on, gentlemen.  It’s chili night.”  Reluctantly, the group made their way toward the trail that would lead them from the lake to the mess hall located in the center of the camp.

Scott had been almost certain that when the errant camper saw them all leaving, he’d scramble down the tree and follow, not unlike a three-year-old throwing a tantrum.  But one last glance over his shoulder told him the young man had opted to stay exactly where he was.

“See you in the morning, Sowder,” he said as he followed the other boys to dinner.

**

The following morning, Scott was up before the sun.  Truth be told, he hadn’t slept much, tossing and turning in his bunk as he thought about Sowder up in the tree all night.  He’d given the sixteen-year-old ample opportunity to climb down.  And the weather reports had assured him the evening low would remain a moderate 15°C.  The summer was shaping up to be unusually dry, too, so there was little chance that young Sowder would be at risk of hypothermia.

Still, Scott didn’t want anyone hurt on his watch.  He’d been on staff at Crossroads Wilderness School for the last ten years, following a stint in the Army.  Much to his father’s disappointment, the idea of a regular nine-to-five job had never appealed to him, so he’d taken what he’d learned at the government’s expense, along with a lifetime of outdoors experience and a degree in psychology, and he’d forged a career as a wilderness therapist.

Most of the campers at Crossroads were there as guests of the juvenile court system, although there was the occasional voluntary participant.  His friend Blake Walker, for example.

Blake had come to Crossroads during Scott’s early days, following a horrific tragedy that had left the younger man emotionally shattered.  Later, Blake had returned as a fellow therapist, and the pair had forged an indelible friendship.

Blake had moved on a few years ago, gone home to help run his family’s wilderness lodge outside of Eliot Lake.  There were definitely times when Scott considered other options.  Like last night, when Sowder refused to climb down out of the tree.

He shook his head and gazed at himself in the mirror of his Lilliputian private bathroom, not for the first time noticing tiny lines etched around his eyes.  An idea had been growing in his mind for a while now.  Maybe the time was right to consider a new venture.  Sighing deeply, he quickly pulled his long blonde hair into a messy knot at the back of his head.

Passing his laptop on his way out of the bathroom, he stopped, pecked out a quick message, and hit ‘print.’  He folded the paper, slipped it into the pocket of his jacket, and headed outside.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” he said as he entered the bunkhouse.  He was greeted by a chorus of groans, which he ignored.  “Up and at ‘em.  The sun is shining—well, not yet, but it will be soon.  The birds are singing, and today is a brand-new day.  Let’s take the ladder and go get your friend out of the tree, what do you say?”

**

Following the end of the breakfast rush, the silence in the empty mess hall was deafening.  Scott stirred his blue enamelware mug of coffee and surreptitiously glanced at the teen picking at his breakfast across the table from him.  He’d noticed the shift in Sowder’s attitude from surly to sheepish as soon as his fellow campers had headed out for a day-long hike into the Canadian wilderness.

“How are the eggs, Sowder?”

The boy shrugged indifferently.  “I don’t know why I can’t go with the others, man.  It’s not fair.”  While his words offered a challenge, his tone was less confrontational.

“Doc says you were pre-hypothermic.  We need to get you warmed up and let you rest for the day.”

“It’s all your fault, man.  I can’t believe you left me up there all night.”  He tried to fix his counselor with a defiant glare.

Feeling his patience wearing thin, Scott leaned forward on his elbows and arched an eyebrow sharply, saying nothing.

Outpowered by age and experience, Sowder backed down, forking another mound of scrambled eggs into his mouth.  “It was fucking scary, man.  This bear came along, sniffing at the tree.  I thought I was going to die.”

“Language,” Scott replied automatically.  The camp had rules about campers using profanity.  “Anyway, you’re safe now.  Why did you go up there in the first place?”

Again, the surly shrug.  “I don’t know.  I got mad.”

“You got mad.”

“Yeah, man, I don’t know.  Everybody got their fire right but me.”  He used his fork to aimlessly push his eggs across his plate.

“And so you climbed a tree and refused to get down.”

The teen snorted.  “No, man, that would be stupid.  Paulsen laughed at me, you know.  Pissed me off.”

Eyes sparkling, Scott suppressed a smile and waited.

Sowder looked up.  “What?!”

“You tell me.”

The boy shifted his jaw around.  “It was a dumb-ass move,” he mumbled.

“Not your most shining moment, to be sure,” Scott agreed, “but you live, and you learn, right?  What will you do next time?”

“Take his fucking head off,” he answered before stuffing his mouth with more eggs.

Scott cleared his throat and flashed his sternest look.

“Fuck me, man!”  Sowder raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Okay, you have extra dishwashing duty tonight for the profanity.  And since you’re not out hiking today, I’d suggest that you spend some time practicing your primitive fire building.  Jason is a great resource when it comes to bow drills,” Scott offered, mentioning one of the other counselors.

“He’s working with the younger guys today.  If you head over to the pavilion and ask nicely, maybe he’ll help you out.”  Scott figured the other counselor would also have the patience to work with the young man.

“Why can’t you help me?” he asked forlornly.

“Because, my man,” Scott beamed at him as he pushed away from the table, “I have the weekend off.  But,” he clapped the boy on the shoulder, “I’ll be back in time to leave for our two-weeker on Monday.  Get a handle on that fire building, and you can be on fire detail Monday night.”

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