It’s out! It’s out! HALLELUJAH!
I swear, this took me a ridiculous amount of time to get out and published. BUT! I am very excited to say that those of you that originally met Bryant and Phee in the Twist anthology, now get an entire new book with them! Part I for this release is the original story from the anthology, but Part II is brand-spanking-new and full of BDSM fun, dark & twisty political drama, suspense, action, and – well, more BDSM fun. All for only $1.99 or FREE on Kindle Unlimited! What more could you ask for from these two?!
I originally had only planned to write a 12k-15k extra for the book, and it ended up at almost 30k, making ‘Of Fog and Fire’ a full-length novel in two parts. I just loved the story that was coming out too much to short change you by cutting it off and not following it all the way through. It has a dark flavor at parts for my dark fans, and some great BDSM scenes!
One more thing, and then I’ll shut up. I promise. I just ask/beg/plead (on my knees if you like!) that if you grab a copy, PLEASE leave a review! My review numbers are pretty low across some of my books, and that means the Amazon machine doesn’t show them to new readers, so if you like what I write the biggest favor you can do for me is toss up a quick review! Have you read other books by me? Drop a review on those too! It would absolutely make my day, WEEK, MONTH! *HEART*
Enough chatter about that, lovelies, here are the links to buy and below that is an another sneak peek from Part II!
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UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/
CAN: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/
Phee walked with him to the elevator and once the doors closed he turned to face her and she felt herself slipping into the undertow; the ineffable pull of Bryant Holbrook. “When we get upstairs, you will strip and kneel in the entryway.” When she opened her mouth he raised a hand to stop her. “And you will not speak without permission. When you do speak, everything will end in sir, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she nodded and he turned away. Guilt ate at her, tearing her apart on the inside that she could have caused even more issues for him, as if being the Chief Adviser to Mitchell Parks wasn’t stressful enough for him, he had to have an uncontrollable, impulsive, mouthy fiancée. It was a short walk down the hall to their door, but it felt like miles. Miles of silence that stretched between them. It was miserable to keep her mouth shut, she sucked at keeping her mouth shut.
She’d already showcased that earlier in the evening.
Dammit, Phee, when will you learn to just shut up and ignore the vultures?
Once they were inside he locked the door and immediately walked away from her. Off into their beautiful apartment, which now held a lot more color than it had when she’d first been there. There was the bright blue rug in the living room, her eclectic collection of pillows on his pristine white couch, the giant crocheted blanket her grandmother had made her which was a motley mixture of colors. He had stumbled into her life, but he had welcomed her into his, and then asked her to become a permanent part of it.
Phee twirled the engagement ring around her finger as she took a breath and began to strip. When her clothes were neatly folded against the wall she knelt on the tile, ignoring the dull ache in her knees because she was quite sure she wouldn’t be there for long anyway – and her knees would soon be the least of her worries. Bryant came out of their bedroom a moment later and she almost groaned at how gorgeous he was. The sleek suit and tie were gone, and now he was standing in front of her with no shirt to cover his delectable chest and abs. Soft, gray pants and bare feet completed her head to toe glance, and she wondered if he could already tell she was turned on. Just being near him generally had her off in fantasyland, imagining him naked and doing all kinds of things with her, and to her – but actually having him half naked in front of her? She didn’t stand a chance.
“We need to have a conversation.” His hard voice snapped her back to reality before she was too far into her daydream. The words made her stomach turn. “When we first got together, you were struggling. You were struggling with dating me in the public eye, with being in the spotlight after the NDF took power, and you made – in your own words – a lot of fucking mistakes.”
“I know, sir -”
“No, Phee, you do not get to speak yet. That just added to your punishment.”
Ahhhh! I know, I’m evil cutting it off just before the fun starts, but maybe that will encourage you to check out the book and catch up on Part I from the anthology so you can get to Part II and find out just what happens for yourself!
As always, I love you all and I’m so grateful for each of you. Hope you enjoy the book!
