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‘Of Fog and Fire’ (Parts I & II) is out! FREE on KU or just $1.99!

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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/B013M17YUM/
CAN: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B013M17YUM/


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!

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Cover Reveal: Of Fog and Fire!

AHHHH! I am so excited to show you this cover, not only because it means I am finally DONE with Part II for ‘Of Fog and Fire’ but also because it is one of my favorite covers to date. Anyone who has worked on covers knows that finding stock photos that even resemble your characters can be such a nightmare, and for this one I actually found people who looked like my characters! I think that Phee and Bryant look perfect, especially their challenging looks to each other and Phee’s little sassy smirk. It’s perfect! My cover designer also did an AMAZING job bringing it to life and I can’t stop looking at it. It’s just beautiful!

With this, I will tell you I am on my last few tiny edits and it should be out on Amazon soon, so look for that post! Enough of my rambling, here is the cover for ‘Of Fog and Fire’ Parts I & II, all in one book!

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Merry Christmas in July!

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Merry Christmas in July!

I’ve had this planned for a loooooong time, and if you’ve been around my website much you may have already read this fun little special from the Thalia series “Christmas at Purgatory”. This story would have appeared somewhere in Book 3 of the Thalia series and takes you on a really fun trip back to Purgatory where Thalia and James spend a very, ahem, *special* evening with Kalen and Maggie. I promise that if you love the characters, you’ll probably love this story too. As long as you’re okay with FF, MFM, and BDSM… but let’s be honest, if you’re on my website you probably are. ^_^

The good news about this little Christmas in July present? It’s FREE! Unfortunately, Amazon is fighting me tooth and nail right now refusing to make it free on their site so I’m linking to a few other sites first, and I’ll make sure to update my website when Amazon finally caves to my aggressive email tactics. If you wanted to help, please click on the link “tell us about a lower price” on the product details page for the book on Amazon and link to one of these other sites!

Aaaand if you’re looking to just be nice and give me a buck (well, less when Amazon takes their cut), or if you’re wanting to help me by reporting the price, here it is for $0.99 on Amazon:

No matter where you choose to get it, I hope you really enjoy the story, and I apologize the newsletter went out late this month! I am planning another short story in the Thalia universe later this year but I have a lot of deadlines to knock out before I get there. I love you guys!

WIP Wednesday: ‘Of Fog and Fire’ Part II

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Why, hello, everyone! I’ve been busy running all over the world the last few weeks, but I’m back to writing and I wanted to give you all a sneak peek of Part II of my upcoming release ‘Of Fog and Fire’ for WIP Wednesday this week. The first part of this story appeared in the last anthology I participated in, Twist, and I was planning on writing a short extra for the individual release but the story took over and now there’s a whole other part to the book.

This part follows Bryant and Phee as they deal with political upheaval in the city after the uprising, and let’s just say neither of them are making friends with the opposition. In this scene, their friends Easton and Regan have come to the apartment to warn them of something.

Enjoy, and watch my page for information on the upcoming release! *heart*

Easton walked further into the apartment, dropping onto the couch and propping his dirty boots up on the pristine coffee table. “But we’re not here to talk about that, we’re here to talk about the fact that you two have seriously pissed off the COF supporters. You may as well have painted targets on your backs like some old cartoon and stood outside and asked them to come after you.”

“I don’t care what they’re threatening, Danny boy, I’m not backing down on one of the few campaign promises Parks made that we might actually be able to fulfill this year.” Bryant wandered past them all and back into the bedroom to put the gun away. When he stepped back into the living room he had a shirt on and Easton looked pissed.

“Even if it means they hurt Phee? Fuck, Holbrook, I thought you’d do anything to keep her safe. You certainly always have before now. All I’m asking is that you wait a couple of days until we get them squared away. I’ve got my whole team trying to figure out where they’re going to be so we can catch them with enough evidence to take them all down.” Easton rolled his eyes, “If you don’t want to protect Phee for your own sake, at least think of me. If Regan loses her best friend I’ll never hear the end of it!”

Phee grabbed one of the pillows off the couch and threw it at Easton’s face, irritated that he’d accuse Bryant like that over some bullshit threat, “Shut up, Easton!” She snapped at him and he caught the pillow and glowered at her.

“What? You think I’m kidding?” He pulled it into his lap and leaned forward. “These guys aren’t messing around, and if they do get their hands on you and Bryant continues to be Captain Noble of the New Democratic Fellowship over here, then who knows what they’ll do to you. This is fucking serious!”

“I can’t just run away every time they threaten me, or Phee, or anyone, it doesn’t work that way. These guys don’t get to control how the NDF works, or what we do, by playing dirty. If I let these threats work this time, then what happens next time? What happens when they try the same shit on an even bigger issue?” Bryant was clearly frustrated, and his argument made sense. It would just be a lot easier to agree with him completely if the threat hadn’t been made against her. She didn’t want someone to try and use her against him.

“And what happens if you lose Phee while you’re standing on your principles?” Easton went for blood, and Regan groaned off to her right.

“That’s not going to happen. Bryant loves Phee and he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Right, Bryant?” Regan’s voice was hopeful, and the words stuck in Phee’s chest like she’d swallowed wrong. As much as she wanted to act calm and casual, she still snuck a glance at Bryant. His forehead was creased and he pushed a hand into his hair – wait, he was thinking about it?

“Bryant?” She asked and he looked over at her with a pained expression.

“Baby, I can’t cancel the improvement project, you know that. It’s going to take three months to complete as is, and if they keep delaying it we’ll have nothing to show for Mitchell Parks’ first year in office.” He stepped closer to her and she nodded. “I’m sure it’s a bluff, it’s just a bullshit bluff because nothing else they’re doing is working.”

“I don’t understand why they’re fighting it so much.” Phee grumbled against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Because they don’t want to pay to fix what doesn’t affect them. Most of these downtowners have never even been to the southern district of the city, and so they don’t want to spend any of their tax dollars ‘fixing other people’s problems’, or at least that’s what they keep shouting in front of the news cameras.” He pressed a kiss to her hair, “It’s okay though, it will just take time for them to come around.”

“They’ll never come around, Bryant. I’ve been telling you and Parks from day one, they only understand one thing. Brute strength. If we don’t make a show of power then they’re never going to back down. Just have Parks give me permission to take my soldiers after them, we’ll destroy them and no one will ever -”

“No. For the last time, Easton, no. We will not follow in the Cabal Of Freedom’s footsteps, rounding up and killing anyone who disagrees with us. They have a right to complain on television if they want to, they have a right to accuse us of misusing funds by funneling them to the southern districts, and as much as I hate it they even have a right to argue about how they liked the COF better.” Bryant sighed against her as Easton huffed out a bitter laugh from the couch.

“Do they have a right to kidnap your fiancé, Holbrook?” Easton asked it in a mocking tone and Regan shoved his shoulder. She was snuggled up next to him now, and it was still sometimes weird for Phee to see the two of them together. Supposedly they loved each other, but then again they were both so loud and brash that maybe they were the only options for the other. At the moment though, Regan didn’t look so cuddly. She looked like she was about to smack Danny Easton across the face.

“No one is getting near Phee.” Bryant’s voice was hard, and it made her feel safe to have his arms around her as he promised to protect her, regardless of his earlier comments.

“Damn right they’re not, because you’re going to come with me and let me take you two to a safe house. I can show you the intel I got early this morning and maybe get it through your thick skull about how serious these COF-rebirth people are.” Easton had that trademark growl to his voice, peppering his comments with vitriolic undertones, but it was just because he cared. He was a bastard, but he really did care about them and in that instant – when his mouth was shut – Phee could see what Regan liked about him.

“I can’t just disappear, I have a job to do, I have -”

“A threat against you and Phee. That is what you have, Bryant, and that’s what needs to be priority number one.” He sighed, “After all, I saw the press conference from last night, and she really -”

“That’s over and done with, Easton. Phee and I addressed it last night, and she knows it was wrong of her to react the way she did and she doesn’t plan on it happening ever again.” Bryant shifted to face the couch, but he kept his arm around her waist.

“Ah, is that why there’s a crop and a flogger on the floor behind the sofa?” Easton grinned and waggled his eyebrows, and Phee felt a blush rush up her cheeks. Regan laughed and looked over the back of the couch, her laughter just getting louder as she saw the implements on the floor. “Based on Phee’s face, I think I hit the nail on the head, but regardless you both need to come with me to a safe house. Especially if you’re not planning on cancelling the improvements, Holbrook.”

“I’m not letting them scare me, Easton.” Bryant said it sternly, and Easton just rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just pack a fucking bag, okay?”

I hope you loved this little sneak peek, and I really hope you grab a copy of the book to find out what happens with Phee and Bryant!

Much love to all of you, and since I’m participating in the WIP Wednesday blog hop today, check out these other awesome authors while you’re at it. ^_^

In which I explain all the things.

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Ohhhhhh, my lovelies. I have so very very much to tell you.

I think this is the first truly “blog-like” post I’ve ever written, but I feel I have to write it because it’s necessary since I had so many lofty goals for June/July and they all sort of imploded in the face of real life awesomeness (which I shall get to momentarily). This stuff means that my entire writing schedule is completely off the rails, and my brain is totally out of gear on the various projects I have looming, which I’ll also talk about in this post, but at the end of the day – life happens, and we have to grab it when we have the chance.

If you’ve ever wanted to know more about me as a person, here’s your chance, then the website will go back to my normal author-y type updates with all the books I’m planning to release this year. I won’t be too detailed, but I feel like it’s only fair to explain where I’ve been and what-the-bloody-hell I’ve been doing, since all of my self-imposed deadlines are FUBAR’d at the moment and so many of you lovelies have messaged me on Facebook and Twitter gently prodding me about various things (which I super love you for), aaaaand here we go.

First, I should explain that I’ve been in the BDSM community for ten years, I’m a sub and a masochist and many people would call me a pain slut (shout-out to my author friend Livia Grant for reminding me to just own the term and stop blushing about it). For those of you that have emailed me to discuss the realistic BDSM elements in my books, we’ve probably already had this conversation, but now it’s out in the open. Ta-da! I’ve got a Dom at the moment who is pretty amazing to be around in general. We are delightfully untitled outside of the Dom/sub roles (I am not his girlfriend, he is not my boyfriend, blah-blah-blah), but he is fun, and his brother had a wedding and he asked me to be arm candy. In Denmark. Yes. Denmark. Copenhagen, to be exact. On the other side of the world from my little apartment in Texas. I wavered on whether or not to go, on whether or not to blow a week’s worth of vacation, figure out arrangements for life stuff, and then I checked myself. My mom currently has stage 4 cancer, she’s doing okay (thanks in advance for any kind words), but mortality has a funny way of making you want to live and I just realized that this was one of those once-in-a-lifetime chances and I’d be a fucking idiot not to go – so, I did. Denmark was nine days of fantastic fun, I was covered in welts and bruises when I got back, drank so much my liver hurt, and I got exactly ZERO writing done on either of the flights or the trip itself despite my best attempts.

Side note: Having your Dom reading your sexy BDSM scenes over your fucking shoulder while you’re trying to write them and listening to him make little thinking noises after every. damn. sentence. is extremely distracting. Having him do this AGAIN when you’re taking a break from hiking fifteen miles in a day, sitting on a bed in a hotel room means that you just give up, destroy your “Keep writing!” mantra, have obscene amounts of sex, and shout “Bring on the party!”.

So, after the epic partying in Denmark which involved a lot of things that I plan to incorporate into books some day (he is deviously clever and quite inspirational when he’s not distracting me from actually fucking writing), I got back to Texas after 22 hours of travel only to have my suitcase lost. For four days. This put me into a conniption of stress because literally five days after I got back from Denmark I was flying to Chicago for a good friend’s bachelorette party since I’m in her wedding. Many thanks to , Sophie Kisker, and Myra Danvers for tugging me back from the proverbial ledge on more than one occasion last week. (I love you ladies a lot). The good news is I got the bag at the last possible moment, stayed up all night doing laundry so I could repack, and made the trip. Unfortunately, the stress of this time, trying to catch up at my “real job”, and yelling at airlines, meant no writing got done that week either. Really, all I can say here is that I’m sorry because I just lost my shit waiting for the suitcase.

However! This July 4th weekend I went to Chicago and got plastered with a good friend and her other bridesmaids (who are pretty awesome themselves), wandered the streets as fireworks went off over Navy Pier, maaaayyybe puked in a trash can like a real lady, and ended up on an extremely delayed flight where I got home around 11:30pm last night.

While sitting at my desk today (when I should have been, you know, working) I was completely distracted by the overwhelming to-do list I have in my author life. I was also wracked with guilt for all the unresponded to emails, tweets, and FB messages that I had left. I also realized that because I never really talked about my life on here, just my writing, that it would be even harder to explain how the fuck my schedule got so out of whack – and I decided to fix that. With this blog post.

So now to the second half of this seriously long blog entry… I have plans, my lovelies, so many plans. And I’m going to tell you about them right fucking now.

I’m currently writing a Part II to the anthology story “Of Fog and Fire” that was released in the Twist anthology in May. It was supposed to just be an extra short, like I put at the end of The Invitation and The Rite, but I just had too large of an idea, and I figured you all would enjoy it, so I’m writing the whole thing. I’m about 16k in, and I have no idea how long Part II will be – but I can’t control my brain. All of the characters just jabber on inside my head, and I do my best to write it all down.

I’ve also mentioned a few times that I have been working on a paranormal romance series. The first book in this series, “Fae”, is done, I got the edits back from my wonderful editor while I was off drinking in Denmark, and I will get to those edits as soon as possible. This is romance, not erotica, there’s a bit of fun sexy time, but not as much as my other books, and while it is dark it is also light, but there’s no BDSM in the series. I do hope you’ll like it, or that you’ll refer friends to it who will enjoy it. I love the story though and can’t help myself.

I have a surprise FREE release for July that I don’t want to spoil for you guys, but I think you’re going to adore it. I just have to bust my ass to get it out ASAP. You’ll love it though. Did I mention it’s free?

If you’ve been following “The Wild Ones” on literotica, I just want to say I’m sorry, because in the midst of my crazy life I have not had a chance to get back to Zora and Zane. Their story is an epic one, and it is one I will finish (I swear) but it’s going to take time, and I’d really appreciate your patience on it.

There is also another anthology coming from The Erotic Collective (a group of fantasmagorical authors I am lucky enough to get to hang out on the internets with) that will have hot BDSM / group sex stories in it and I really really want to participate. I have an idea for this story, but – again – I have to sit down and fucking write it.

On top of ^^^^^alllllllllll that^^^^^ there’s a lovely publisher who likes my twisted dark little brain, and is interested in publishing me. If I, you know, write a book for them. A whole book. It would make me a hybrid author, indie pub and traditional pub, which would be nice. If I go with the current plot I have it will be a post-apocalyptic, dubious consent, BDSM-spanktastic book that I think you all will love.

Also, my graphic designer needs me to get her stock photos. She happens to be my best friend in the world, and so she’s gloriously patient with me, but she’s also reminded me that I have two covers she needs to make – and they don’t just appear out of thin air. My homework tonight is actually to look for stock photos, and instead I wrote this blog entry. As soon as I post it, and tweet/FB it, I’m going to go look for stock photos like a good girl.

So now you know a lot about me, and you got to hear me ramble (which is much like having a phone conversation with me), and I hope this gave you a sneak peek into my life and why some of my goals are a little off at the moment. I’ll get it all done, I always do, I just can’t be honest about times at the moment.

Please keep messaging me, tweeting me, emailing me. It makes my freaking day when I get to talk to any reader, even if it’s just to freak out with you about one of the characters, or an idea, or just to chat about your own thoughts and questions. It makes me feel real, it makes all of this feel real, because there are some days I wake up exhausted and I still can’t believe that I’ve published books, and that people sometimes like to read them. There are days it feels like a dream, and all of you lovely people make it a reality.

And for that, I kinda love you.

xoxo

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Want to win a $15 Amazon gift card?

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Just post a review for ‘Twist’ and submit below!

The newest anthology from The Erotic Collective is out with my latest story ‘Of Fog and Fire’, and because this is one of those anthologies we’re really excited about we wanted to do something a little special…

We’re giving away a $15 Amazon gift card to one lucky reviewer who posts their reviews on Amazon (and hopefully Goodreads!) and submits on rafflecopter! How do you participate? It’s easy.

  1. Grab a copy of ‘Twist‘, and read it!
  2. Leave a review on Amazon (and Goodreads if you really love me!)
  3. Click on the review contest link here (  a Rafflecopter giveaway ), and paste a link to your review!
  4. Do all of the above before June 15th when the contest ends and we draw the lucky winner

I’ve got my fingers crossed for all of you!

Saturday Spanks! Excerpt from ‘Of Fog and Fire’!

The most recent anthology from the Erotic Collective came out this week and it features my new story ‘Of Fog and Fire’! Twist is an exciting anthology full of some of my very favorite authors and each story is erotic, romantic, and has a delicious little twist in it to keep you on your toes. Definitely check out the links below the excerpt!

This post is for Saturday Spanks and so in honor of the theme we get to see Phee get put over Bryant’s lap, and who wouldn’t want to be dragged over Bryant Holbrook’s lap? Purrr…

“I’m going to spank you until I think you’ve got some manners, alright?” Bryant’s voice was a low growl as his hand traced over her skin, a firm squeeze of one of her cheeks before he continued down her thighs. He was so strong, she could feel it in the way his other arm held her around her waist. This was going to hurt, and in her mind she could feel the riptide tugging at her, wanting to drag her towards the whirlpool that was Bryant Holbrook. All that charm, all that power. She knew inside that whatever he had planned was going to hurt in all the best ways.

“Alright, Bryant.” Phee panted out the words, heat running under her skin, and then the first sting of his palm colliding with her skin had her tensing. But he didn’t stop with one, he continued, each spank raining down across her ass until the stinging heat had her whimpering and squirming.

There’s pleeennttyyy more to this scene, but this bloghop is all about brevity and hotness! Grab the full anthology for ONLY 99 CENTS this weekend and enjoy!

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Check out the other amazing little spanking snippets from these authors below!

New Release: Twist anthology!

I am so excited to be able to reveal this cover for the next Erotic Collective anthology released today! This anthology is called ‘Twist’ and is full of stories that are hot, sexy, and each have a surprise twist that make each story even better! My story for the anthology is called ‘Of Fog and Fire’ and is a much more surreal style of writing than I’ve written before because the main character has all kinds of fantasies and dreams in her head!

Below you’ll see the cover and then an excerpt from my story! This scene is when Bryant gives Phee a call after they exchanged numbers when they met.

“The challenge where I asked you to dinner, and you pointedly didn’t give me an answer.” Bryant had a growling, playful edge to his voice that sent a warm shiver through her.

“Ah, that challenge. I guess I haven’t answered you, have I?” Phee laughed to herself when she heard him groan over the line.

“No, you haven’t. Which only makes you more interesting.”

“How’s that?”

“Let’s just say, I’ve never had to plead with someone to go on a date with me before.” Bryant’s voice was getting lower and it made her stomach do funny things. He was hot. That was an undeniable fact. Seeing him for a just a moment had made her imagine him naked, walking out of the ocean, glistening and wet. She wasn’t immune to his looks, or his playful charm, but she had been serious. She wasn’t giving an inch in this battle; he was going to have to work for it. Incredible eyes or not.

“You don’t sound like you’re pleading, Bryant.” Phee grinned and Bryant burst into laughter on the other end of the phone.

“Oh, Phee, I don’t plead with anyone, but I’d definitely like to hear what you sound like when you beg.” Bryant’s words had shifted the conversation hard, and Phee’s vision of the ocean and the earth clashing together changed until it was Bryant on top of her. Her back in the wet sand, his hands pinning hers as he kissed her and claimed victory when he thrust inside her.

Heat rushed up her chest that had nothing to do with the second glass of bourbon she was halfway through.

“Phee?” Bryant’s voice was a purr that snapped her out of her fantasy.

“Are you accustomed to women begging you, Bryant?” Phee had meant for her voice to come out strong and steady, but instead it was breathy. Her heart rate needed to slow down, and the tingling feelings in her lower belly needed to chill out.

“Yes.”

Phee’s mouth dropped open and she had the urge to pull the phone away from her head to stare at it incredulously as if the act would someone translate across the line to him. Talk about arrogant, privileged, power hungry, cocky –

“However, I really want to take you to dinner…” Bryant’s heavy sigh filled the phone, “So, Phee, would you please go to dinner with me? I promise to make it worth your time?”

“Did you just say please, Bryant?” Phee felt like the ground had solidified under her feet a little. Bryant was a dangerous whirlpool, and if she got too close she was going to fall in.

“I did. I am actually very polite when I’m not taken by surprise by waitresses butting into my conversations to tell me who I should date.”

“Are you looking for an apology?”

“Not at all, I’m looking to say thank you with dinner. But you seem to be running scared from the idea.” Bryant’s voice was a playful rumble again and Phee couldn’t stop grinning.

“I never said no.”

“You haven’t said yes, either.” She heard him moving around wherever he was and she wanted to know what he was doing. She doubted he was sitting on a threadbare couch, holding a glass of everyday bourbon, while wearing shorts and an old school uniform shirt. Phee took another sip and crossed her legs on the sofa, dragging it out. This little power struggle was fun, and in her mind she was straddling him on the beach, his hands on her hips – and it was glorious.

“Then I’ll say it.” Phee paused again just to make him wait, and then she continued, finally answering him slowly, “Yessss.” Bryant laughed, and she did too. He wasn’t what she had expected when she’d seen him so serious at the table. How was someone from downtown so easygoing, so playful? Even with the comments about wanting to hear her beg, which had only turned her on, he seemed so relaxed.

“This is going to be fun.”

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The individual release of ‘The Rite’ is live on Amazon! This is especially exciting because when I was writing this story and I got to the end, I already had so many ideas for what would happen with Heather and Rick after the end of the book. Even I wanted to know (and see) what would happen to Heather now that she had all this magic and no idea what to do with it. So, I added an extra called ‘Magic is a Bitch’! Even the title makes me giggle.

Of course, there’s some hilarious issues and side effects, but what’s great about the extra that’s only available in this individual release of ‘The Rite’ is that we also see more from Theresa, Heather’s mom, and two (count them, TWO) hot scenes with Rick!

If you haven’t read this story yet, please grab a copy and then post a review on Amazon and Goodreads. It’s the best way to get the word out about the characters and stories you love.

I released a snippet during WIP Wednesday a couple of weeks ago, but I’ll drop another little sneak peek here:

“Strip. Slowly.” Rick’s voice didn’t break her concentration this time; it only provided a new level of clarity. She lifted the bottom of her shirt, moving it slowly upwards as she took deep breaths. With each inch of skin she revealed, the magic calmed further, and when the shirt cleared her head the center was quiet. Beautifully quiet. Without the buzzing in her head she was able to focus on the way her pussy grew wet, on the heat of his gaze across her skin, and on the promise of his punishment. As Heather dropped the last item of clothing on the floor his hand gripped the back of her neck and pressed her down over the end of the bed. The footboard dug into her thighs and she clenched her hands in the comforter in preparation.

He pressed her harder into the bed with one hand and let the other trail over her ass. She shifted the weight between her feet, not wanting to beg yet, but wanting him to start.

“My pretty girl.” Rick’s voice had a growl to it, a delicious rumble that made her squirm. “We could have had a very nice evening… but you had to let that mouth run away from you, and you know I can’t ignore that.” His hand came down hard, and the sting made her gasp even though she’d been expecting it. The heat spread, and his hand came down again on the other cheek, and a third time where her ass met her thighs and the skin was even more sensitive. A whine escaped through gritted teeth and then she pulled in a breath as he paused.

“But I like this version of the evening, sir.” Her words made him chuckle and tighten his grip on the back of her neck. She moaned into the bedding, loving the release of submitting to his strength, of accepting what he wanted to do with her.

“Let’s see if you like it when I’m done with you.” He said it like a threat, but they both knew she’d like it. She was already soaked and squirming under his hand. The spanks started to land hard on her skin, and like always the sting was tolerable at first. A delicious sharpness that came like a spike of pain, but receded quickly into a heat that washed over her skin and left her aroused and craving his touch, wanting more. He made sure to place each spank in a new place, sometimes dipping down to the tops of her thighs where the skin was even more delicate. Each time he did she lifted onto her toes, crying out into the bedding in surprise. Eventually her skin was throbbing and hot and ultra-sensitive and each spank had tears in the corners of her eyes and a stream of pleas fleeing her lips as she twisted her hands in the comforter.

“Please, please, please, sir.” Heather tried to twist her head to the side as she felt tears cross the bridge of her nose, pooling against her other temple, but his grip on her neck was immovable. An even harder spank landed on one cheek and she yelped, pleading as he repeated it on the other. She was lifted onto her toes, her hips rolling as she writhed in an attempt to ease the pain without reaching back to soothe the skin. He would normally be rubbing her, letting the sting absorb into heat faster, but he’d made sure this was clearly a punishment for her smart mouth and she wasn’t sure if she was happy about her choice, or not, as the throbbing in her skin continued.

“Now these are some lovely handprints, pretty girl. I think I want a picture.” Rick’s hand released her neck and she immediately turned her face into the bedding to dry it from the tears and stretch her muscles. She fought the urge to reach back and soothe her ass, because she knew that would result in him bringing out the strap and she didn’t think she could handle that at the moment. “Spread your legs a bit, heels flat on the floor, and stretch your arms out… gorgeous. You are so incredibly hot, baby.”

*fans self* Rick makes me want to spend some quality time bent over a bed, how ’bout you? If you enjoyed this little snippet, you’ll definitely enjoy the the over 12,500 extra words in ‘Magic is a Bitch’! So, check out the individual release of ‘The Rite’ and then talk to me about what you thought!

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