Sneak Peek Saturday Excerpt

Cover for Rannigan's Redemption Part 2_ Running RogueRunning Rogue, the anxiously awaited second book of the Rannigan’s Redemption series, is out in less than two weeks on February 9.

Here’s the third exclusive excerpt.

     Maggie checked her watch as she hurried home. She was supposed to meet Mike after work at Murphy’s but she’d called him to say that she wanted to go home to shower first. It had been an unusually steamy spring day and she knew she’d feel better with a cool rinse and a change of clothes.

Thankfully, Mike had been understanding. “No worries, baby, take your time,” he’d said.

Things with Mike ran hot and cold and Maggie could never predict which Mike she’d get. He’d moved in with her a few months earlier and she still wasn’t used to sharing her space. Her mind drifted to thoughts of last Christmas when they’d had a huge blow-up. Mike had assumed they’d spend the holiday with his family on Long Island. When Maggie informed him that she would be hosting the Orphans and Misfits at her place as usual, things got particularly heated.

“You’re welcome to join us at my apartment, or you can go be with your family. You won’t hurt my feelings either way, but I won’t skip our regular Christmas,” she’d told him calmly.

“What am I supposed to tell my family?” he’d demanded.

“Tell them whatever you want. I’m sure they’ll understand.” They hadn’t, of course. As usual, they took her absence personally. He’d come back with stories of how they’d wanted to know why Maggie didn’t like them. And if Maggie was honest with herself, she didn’t like them much. They were loud and pushy and demanding.

Maybe it’s just that I’m not used to such a large family, she’d tried to tell herself. But she thought about the way Mike’s mother had greeted her when they’d first been introduced, the way she’d pawed Maggie and declared her hips to be too thin for child-bearing.

Standing in the shower she determined to wash away the negative feelings. It’s the weekend, she told herself. We’ll hang out a Murphy’s for a while, then make it an early night. Maybe we’ll hit the park for a picnic tomorrow.

She flipped on the television to the national news, turning up the volume so that she could hear it in the bedroom as she dressed following her shower. Leaning into the bathroom mirror to apply a quick coat of mascara, she heard a familiar voice.

She padded out into the living room, mascara wand in hand, and watched Michael give his expert opinion of the latest trial that had captured media attention. She smiled unconsciously. He looks good, she thought. Her mind drifted to all those who’d had their lives disrupted when he’d left the firm in shambles. Still, she shook her head, this is the perfect job for him.

Half an hour later Maggie walked into Murphy’s. She’d texted Mike to say that she was on her way. As she entered the bar, she looked around but couldn’t find him. She was startled when an arm reached around her waist and pulled her back.

“There she is,” Mike cooed into her ear. He placed light kisses down her neck. “I missed you.”

“Hi, babe, sorry to be late. Where is everyone?” she asked.

He motioned with his head. “We’re in the private room. We wanted space for all of us together.” Maggie frowned slightly. It seemed odd for Mike and the other cops to request the back room. Usually they just spread out over the whole place. She held his hand and followed him to the back.

As they entered the private party room, a cheer went up from those gathered. Maggie recognized many of Mike’s buddies and fellow cops. Then she saw Mike’s brothers with their wives and his sister with her husband, and finally his mom and dad. Her heart began to pound as she tried to comprehend what she saw but before all the pieces could come together, Mike was addressing the crowd.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Friends. Assorted family.” He looked toward the back of the room. “And all you assholes over there.” Another cheer went up. “We’re gathered here today because I want to make an announcement.” He looked to Maggie and took her hand.

Maggie’s eyes widened. No, God, please don’t do this!

“I love this woman! I love you, Maggie. And that is why,” Mike dropped to one knee, “Maggie Flynn, love of my life, will you do me the honor of marrying me?” He pulled a black velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a smooth yellow gold band with a small round diamond solitaire.

Maggie couldn’t breathe. She looked around at the crowd as they watched her silently. She looked back to Mike as his eyes pleaded with her to answer. Swallowing, she nodded and the crowd erupted in cheers. Mike took the ring out of the box and placed it on her finger.

All Maggie could think was, Holy shit!

If you haven’t read the first book, Resisting Risk, there’s still time before Running Rogue comes out next Tuesday.  Rannigan’s Redemption is available at Amazon, iTunes, B&N, Kobo, & Smashwords. 

 

Watch This Space–Young

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For this installment of my Watch This Space series, I want to profile award-winning erotica author Young.  Originally from Malaysia, Bernard Foong writes gay erotica under the name Young, and to say that he’s led an interesting life is a massive understatement.

He was born into a wealthy family in Kuala Lumpur and spent his formative years at an exclusive British boarding school.  As an adult, Foong has spent years in the fashion industry, traveling extensively, designing haute couture and lingerie.  He’s also a noted costume designer.

But it’s his writing I want to talk about.  Bernard Foong’s A Harem Boy’s Saga: A Memoir by Young is, in fact, his autobiography.  It was during those years as a schoolboy in England that he was inducted into a secret organization, E.R.O.S. (The Enlightened Royal Oracle Society) and without his family’s knowledge, he was taken to the Middle East where he spent four years serving as a harem boy.  According to Foong, he “willingly and happily” served in seven different Arab household harems during that time.

A Harem Boy’s Saga will eventually include seven volumes.  The first three have won several awards and have spent time on Amazon’s Best-Seller list.

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Foong kept quiet about his early experiences for forty-five years, finally deciding that the time was right for him to tell his story.  He is passionate about causes that support tolerance and understanding of gay kids and says that a story done by Anderson Cooper about the hateful treatment of effeminate boys inspired him to speak out and to share his life story.

I love anything that’s about promoting kindness and understanding and I find Bernard Foong absolutely inspiring.  If you’re interested in reading his story, you can find his books here.  If you’d like to contact him, he’s on WordPress, Facebook, Twitter (@aharemboysaga), and he has a blog.

Sexy Saturday Excerpt + A FREEBIE!

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The launch of the second part of the  Rannigan’s Redemption series, Running Rogue, is just over two weeks away.  Here’s another exclusive excerpt to warm you up on this Sexy Saturday.

In the months that followed the LeRoi trial, Michael was busy with various cases, mostly smaller ones, a couple of larger ones, and of course, Jean-Luc’s appeal. He found himself lacking the motivation to do even the smallest amount of research or preparation and was appreciative of Amy’s practically OCD nature when it came to the details. The thought occurred to him that it might be time to find something else to do, but what that might be he couldn’t imagine.

He hadn’t seen Maggie since that night at Pete’s Tavern after the LeRoi verdict. She had expected an appeal but Rance had handed the case to someone else, probably, Michael surmised, at her request. He didn’t blame her; she’d never liked LeRoi and to top it off he’d attacked her in court that day.

One night in late January, Michael attended a black-tie gala at the Met. His date Kimberley had cancelled at the last minute, suddenly called out of town for an emergency photo shoot. She was replacing someone who’d dropped out sick.
He rolled his eyes. Because God knows we need more swimsuit photos, he thought irritably. On the other hand, flying solo tonight might not be the worst thing in the world. He glanced around at scores of beautiful women draped in designer gowns. I’m always up for something new.

He made his way to the bar where he ordered a bourbon. “Make mine a dirty martini,” said a smoky female voice to his right. He glanced over to see a stunning blonde in a sparkling strapless black gown with a deep plunging neckline showcasing stellar tits and a slit up the left side revealing an exquisite leg.

Michael smiled slyly and said, “You know what they say about women who order dirty martinis.”

The woman glanced at him sideways. “No. What do they say?” she challenged.

“They say that women who order dirty martinis are enchanting, gorgeous, and intelligent.” He grinned playfully. “I’m Michael Rannigan.”

The woman laughed. “Well, Michael Rannigan, I see that you’re blessed with the gift of gab. I’m Alexis Bennett.”

“Nice to meet you, Alexis Bennett. Tell me, are you here with your husband? Boyfriend? Lesbian lover?” He gave his best mischievous smirk.

She laughed again. “You are shameless,” she said shaking her head. “No, sadly, they all stayed home. I’m here by myself tonight.”

“We can’t have that, can we?” he grinned. “Where is your table?”

Alexis pointed to the far side of the room. “I’m at 17.”

Michael shook his head. “That will never do. You’re at the wrong table.”

She frowned. “Which is the right table?”

“Mine, of course, number 5. I’ll have the situation remedied immediately,” he said. “Believe you me, heads will roll.”

Throughout dinner Michael kept up the charm and Alexis seemed to enjoy his company. As they chatted, she revealed that she was a talent agent representing many prominent news personalities and she seemed interested in the fact that Michael was an attorney.

After dinner, they skipped out on the rest of the festivities in favor of heading to Michael’s place for drinks. Behind his bar mixing a martini for her and pouring a bourbon for himself, Michael regaled Alexis with stories from his years in court, embellishing here and there for effect. She laughed in the appropriate places as she perched on a bar stool across from him. His eyes were drawn to her mesmerizing cleavage and to the shapely left leg obligingly revealed by the slit in her gown.

“Are you going to keep undressing me with your eyes all night, or are you going to man up?” she asked as she drained her glass.

Michael grinned mischievously. “I’m something of a voyeur,” he said. “How about you undress while I watch?” He sauntered over to the couch and took a seat, crossing his ankle over his knee and resting his arms on the back.

Alexis slid off the stool and stood in the middle of the living room. Giving him a sly look, she reached under her left arm and unzipped the Elie Saab gown and let it slide down and pool around her black Christian Louboutins.

She reminds me of Veronica, Michael thought. They could almost be sisters. His cock responded instantly to that thought.

He smiled appreciatively at her black lace bustier with garters holding up sheer black stockings. A tiny black thong completed the ensemble. His eyes traveled back up to the creamy mounds bursting from the top of the overextended lace. He hooked a finger toward her in a ‘come hither’ motion.

She walked over and straddled him, pressing her lips to his. He’d waited as long as he could to get his hands on her glorious tits. A sharp tug allowed them to spill out over the top of the bustier and he gathered them up in his hands, hefting their weight and brushing across the sharp pink nubs with his thumbs.

Alexis, for her part, began to grind his erection with her sex, moaning lightly as his member responded favorably to her movements. As he took her left tit into his mouth, she moved her hands down to undo his pants and release his rock-hard cock. Shifting slightly, she pulled aside the thong and slid him into her, tossing back her head as he filled her wet and needy core. Her movements began in earnest as she rode him feverishly. Michael moved his hips in harmony with hers and felt his release begin to build.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and gripped her tightly as he stood, laying her on the coffee table and beginning to fuck her in earnest. “Oh, baby, you feel so good,” he cooed into her ear. Her heightened cries announced her imminent climax and he felt his own release pulsing in conjunction with the clenching of her sex. The sensation of ecstasy washed over him as his essence poured out.

He held himself over her for a moment, panting to catch his breath, before he kissed her lightly on the forehead and removed himself from her.

Rannigan’s Redemption Part 2: Running Rogue comes out on February 9 and is available for pre-order at these fine retailers.

Amazon, iTunes, B&N, Kobo, & Smashwords

In honor of Sexy Saturday, Rannigan’s Redemption Part 1: Resisting Risk is available FREE for a limited time at Smashwords.  Hurry and get your copy while it’s complimentary.

 

Just A FanGirl At Heart

My sweet and I were enjoying a nice holiday off together today and we decided to run a few errands.  While shopping for some paint at Home Depot, I ran face to face into James Patterson.

I’d love to say that I said something even remotely articulate.  The truth, however, is that I turned into a mute, googly-eyed fangirl.  He used my bout of paralysis to make his escape but I’m pretty sure we shared a moment.

Maybe it was an “Oh, boy, call security” moment, but still…

Sexy Sunday Excerpt!

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Rannigan’s Redemption Part 2: Running Rogue releases in about three weeks, on Tuesday, February 9, 2016.  As always, you hear about it here first.  Here’s the exclusive second excerpt!

On Friday afternoon, Michael took the elevator to the 50th floor. He’d ended his vacation a couple of days early. Two weeks is really too long to be gone, he reflected. He figured he’d check up on what had happened in his absence then join the gang at Docs. He had Maggie’s bracelet in his pocket, figuring on returning it to her.

The first person he saw when he stepped off the elevator was Stan. “Hey, good, you made it for Maggie’s party,” Stan said, smiling.

Michael frowned. “Maggie’s party? It’s not her birthday already, is it?” How did that sneak up on me?

Stan tilted his head. “Her going-away party. You came back for her last day, right? She’s going to the DA’s office?”

Michael’s mouth fell open. “Her last…” He glanced around. “What the fuck?!”
He strode purposefully toward Maggie’s open office door. She was behind her desk, her back to the door. “What the fuck, Mags?!”

Maggie whirled around, her eyes wide. “Michael!”

“Explain to me what’s going on here,” he demanded.

She opened and closed her mouth, her face flushed. “I, well I, uh… I gave Brian my two week notice. I took a job working for Rance.”

“You gave Brian your notice?!”

“You weren’t here,” she said reasonably.

Michael began to stalk back and forth in front of her desk. “What the fuck possessed you to take a new job? And you couldn’t wait for me to get back? I would have offered you a raise.”

Maggie shook her head. “It’s not about the money. I hated what I did to win the LeRoi case. You know that really ate away at me. I can’t do that anymore. I feel…dirty, like I need redemption. I have to do something different, something good.”

Michael stopped pacing and placed his hands on her desk, leaning closer and speaking in a low tone. “Is this about us? About the fact that we slept together?”

She crossed her arms and leaned against the credenza. “News flash, Michael. Not everything in the world is about you.”

He stood straight and nodded his head angrily. “So it’s like this, is it? You’re just going to leave the firm.”

“I’ve been here five years. It’s time to move on.” She hung her bag over her shoulder and picked up her box, walking around the desk.

“Let me call security,” Michael told her coolly. “They can escort you out and see that you don’t take any property belonging to the firm.”

Maggie’s eyes bulged. “Are you serious? You want to make sure I don’t steal anything?!” She walked back to the desk and put down the box. “Fuck it. I don’t need any of this shit.”

She glared at Michael. “You worried about my purse?” She unzipped the bag and upended it, dumping a wallet, three pens, loose change, hand lotion, a lipstick, and two tampons all over the floor before dropping the bag.

She snatched up the wallet. “If you don’t mind, I’ll need my ID and my Metro card.” She turned on her heel and stalked out into the hallway.

Michael interlaced his fingers on top of his head and sighed. “Wait, Mags, I was out of line,” he said, following her.

“Out of line? You were out of line?” she shrieked. “Fuck you, Michael!” She jabbed the elevator button and entered it as soon as the doors parted, pressing the close door button even before the car was all the way open.

Action on the 50th floor had ground to a halt at the sound of raised voices and as Maggie disappeared, people remained frozen, staring at Michael.

“Fuck!” he growled, and retreated to his office, slamming the door behind him.

You can pre-order Rannigan’s Redemption Part 2: Running Rogue at these online retailers.  Haven’t read Part 1: Resisting Risk?  Not a problem.  You can get it here as well.

Amazon, iTunes, B&N, Kobo, & Smashwords

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Greetings, fellow kinksters. I hope you’re all having a salaciously spankingly wonderful start to 2016. I am delighted to post a snippet from my soon to be released novel,

AMANDA’S DOMINANT DADDY 

RELEASE DATE: FRIDAY, JAN 21.

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Braxton Carter, a hunky Hollywood actor, has enjoyed a revolving door of beautiful girls, but he’s grown tired of his playboy lifestyle. For several weeks he’s been making eye contact with a woman at his gym. Her name is Amanda Anderson.

Amanda is a successful production executive, a powerful woman in the entertainment industry. After exchanging glances with the gorgeous muscle-bound guy, she finally agrees to join him for coffee, but when they meet up she suddenly becomes defensive and difficult, and brusquely changes her mind.

Braxton is perplexed, but not put off. He has no idea that Amanda is deeply attracted to him, and is totally tantalized by the rumors she has heard; Braxton is into…

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