Oct 26, 2016 | Bloghop
Oh, lovelies. I am so very very excited to get to share this snippet with you. It’s from my current work-in-progress that I wasn’t allowed to share about until just recently. I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January/February of 2017 with a lot of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. Enjoy this deliciously evil sneak peek!
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The memory of how she’d looked on the news flashed behind her eyes. The form-fitting royal blue dress, tasteful jewelry, blonde hair falling to her waist, perfect smile – she’d looked more like she was trying out for Miss America, not preparing to be the successful heir to the company. Fuck, she wouldn’t even take a girl like that seriously if they said they wanted to run Monarch Systems.
Damn it all.
“Let’s just drink until we can’t think. How does that sound, Rebecca?” Talking to herself, again, she grabbed the whole bottle of wine and headed back to the couch. Glass refilled, cold and biting as she swallowed, she zoned out on the newscast. Something about a shooting, police looking, blah blah blah. So much chaos in the world. As she took another sip she heard the click of the door behind her and she smiled to herself.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
“Hey Dad,” she called over her shoulder. “I want to show you something, come in here before you run off to your office!” Pressing the rewind button on the remote so she could show him the news report, she set the wine down. The stupid DVR went too fast and she had to stop it and fast-forward, cursing under her breath. “They were just talking about the facility on the news, I looked like a complete idiot, but you did great. Hold on, I’ll show you. Did Patricia tell you this was airing tonight?”
He didn’t answer her, but she clicked pause as soon as the image of the new building filled the screen. Was he on the phone and ignoring her? Asshole.
Turning to find her father she caught a dark shape in her vision, too close, just before someone ripped her head back painfully by her hair. Panic flooded her and she kicked out as she gasped, her foot colliding with the coffee table. Her wine crashed to the floor, and in an instant she was hauled over the back of the couch. Rebecca landed hard on the tile, but fear was dumping adrenaline into her veins and she made it onto her knees, planning to run, when the hand returned to her hair. Air hissed between her teeth, a whimper rising up as the man tightened his grip and forced her flat. A knee between her shoulder blades pinned her painfully against the cold tile.
“Let me go!” She screamed as loud as she could, her voice breaking, but there was no one to hear her in the empty building as she reached back to dig her nails into gloved hands. A growl rumbled above her just before he slammed her forehead into the floor. Pain flashed like a firework behind her eyes, turning her stomach while she tried to protect her face. Her ears were ringing, and for a moment she was so stunned that she didn’t notice the jerking motions at her waist until she felt the cool tile on her lower belly.
He was taking off her pajama pants.
“NO!” She tried to push up from the tile, but he stopped and dropped his knee into her back again, crushing her until her ribs creaked. He was so heavy, too strong, and her hands slid over the smooth tile finding no traction. Tears blurred her eyes as she whimpered, those gloves brushing her thighs as he pushed the soft pajamas down.
This couldn’t be happening, there was no way this was happening.
It was a nightmare.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
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Our Rapunzel is in for a rude awakening when this guy takes her from The Tower, and there’s more than just his evil plans awaiting her. What is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other WIPs below!
Oct 12, 2016 | Bloghop
For this week’s snippet I decided to share a little bit of what ‘The Rite’ is all about. Heather is a witch, but she hasn’t claimed her power yet because she hasn’t completed her family’s rite yet – and what it involves is a little bit more than lighting some candles and chanting some words. I hope you enjoy this evil snippet that shows you the darkness behind the beautiful Pritchett women, because the anthology ‘Dark Fantasies’ that just came out this past week has the new, darker, revised version of this story along with others from NYT Bestselling author Cari Silverwood, USA Today bestselling author Lee Savino, and bestselling author Charity Parkerson! Oh, and it’s only 99 cents. Come on, you know you want it.
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“Heather, talk to me. How are you?” Carol’s face was gentle. She was more like her mom than their sisters Marguerite or Fiona, but she was still a Pritchett and that meant the only right answer was a lie.
“I just said I’m fine.”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it, and if you want to have an attitude I can just as easily hang you upside down.” The snap in her aunt’s voice reminded her to be respectful. Pritchett women were unpredictable, even the nice ones.
“I’m going to do it. I don’t need another lecture, or another threat. I’m going to do it for you.” Heather perched on the edge of a chair in front of the desk and Carol sighed.
“It’s for all of us, Heather, and that includes you. I know you’ve always felt different, but you’re a Pritchett, and that comes with certain responsibilities. Completing the rite is just one of them.” She sounded like a kindly elementary school teacher, patient and gentle – except she was talking about murdering someone. An innocent man whose only crime was wanting to get laid.
“Right. And I’m going to do it, we don’t need to keep talking about it. Okay?” She wiped her hands on her jeans, realizing she should probably change and at least try and look decent before the speed-dating thing.
“Darling, it’s always quick. You know that right? Our benefactor is a Valkyrie, she takes them swiftly, like she has for millennia.” Carol waved her hand and a thick book came to her from the shelf, flipping it open to turn pages. Heather could see rows of neat handwriting in what looked like an accounting book. “Listen to this… car accident, died on impact. Heart attack. Brain aneurism. Heart attack. Heart attack. Car accident.”
“What –” Heather was staring at her aunt like she was crazy.
“It’s the record of how the sacrifices have been taken. All instantaneous, painless.” Carol said the words in that sweet, calm voice of hers, which was incredibly fucked up. She was reading from her family’s death ledger like it was a bedtime story. Since when had death ever been painless? That was just bullshit people told families so they didn’t torture themselves.
Death was death. Horrible and final.
“Great. Good to know. I need to leave and get ready.” Heather stood up and moved to the door, but it slammed shut in front of her, the door passing so close to her face that she felt the rush of air.
“Heather. You cannot back out on it this time.” Her aunt was serious, the threat of what Theresa had told her hanging over her head like the proverbial axe.
“I won’t,” Heather growled.
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Tell me, what would you do in Heather’s situation? Knowing you’d have to take a life to stay alive? Let’s just say, Heather’s situation is not an easy one and her plan doesn’t turn out like she plans. If you haven’t had a chance to read ‘The Rite’ yet then this box set is a really awesome opportunity, because for 99 cents not only do you get this devious, evil little story – but you also get FOUR MORE. 1-click away! Then enjoy these other hot snippets below!
Oct 1, 2016 | Bloghop |
I’m excited to bring you lovelies a taste of the new, improved, darker version of my novella ‘The Rite’. It’s appearing in an incredibly fun anthology coming out TODAY called ‘Dark Fantasies‘ and it’s only 99 cents! The cover was revealed yesterday, so check that out. ^_^ It has some amazing bestselling authors in it: Cari Silverwood, Charity Parkerson, Lee Savino, and me! Angels and demons, witches and shifters – it’s about time we had some monsters in our bed. I had wanted to go back and do a solid rework of ‘The Rite’ since I’d held back on the darkness when I first wrote it for a different anthology, but now it’s back and more evil than ever.
No spoilers, because I want you to enjoy the rewrite, but here’s a teaser.
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It was probably the fear of facing what the rite could do to her, or more likely just the complete desperation for normalcy that had her knocking on Rick’s door at two o’clock in the morning. The first knocks hadn’t roused him and she thought she might leave, but she tried once more. The third time her knuckles rapped on the wood she heard the sound of the deadbolt turning.
“Who is – …Heather?” Rick was all messy dark hair, his voice deep with sleep. A shadow of facial hair covered his cheeks, and his mouth tilted up at the edge as his eyes focused on her.
“Hi,” she mumbled, completely self-conscious about waking him up like a crazy person.
“Hi.” He let the door fall open and leaned against the doorframe. He was shirtless, and his tanned skin caught the light from the street. Hello, six pack. This was exactly what she needed. “What brings you here in the middle of the night?”
“I thought you might want company.” Heather realized as she stood there that her outfit wasn’t exactly what she would normally show up at Rick’s door in. A big coat over a plain top, jeans, and boots. Her hair was probably a mess, and she’d been crying off and on for the last several hours, so she knew she looked like shit, but Rick’s laugh sent a buzz over her skin anyway.
“Your company? You know I’m always open to that.” His dark eyes were trailing down her, and she wished it were spring so she could have at least been in a short dress. “But I thought you couldn’t see me anymore.” Rick’s voice was a playful purr and her decision solidified in her brain.
“I need a distraction. Are you going to invite me in?” She matched his cocky tone and was rewarded with another low chuckle as he backed away from the door and waved an arm towards the dark interior.
“You seem to be feeling a little bossy to be standing at my door, Heather.” He shut it behind her and a thrill ran down her spine.
“Maybe you should punish me then.” Dropping her messenger bag on the table by his door she started to pull off her coat and scarf. Rick just crossed his arms to watch.
“Is that what you want, pretty girl? You came here to be punished?” He was waking up fast. Nothing like a willing woman delivering herself to your doorstep to smooth over a late night wake-up call.
“I came here to be distracted. Think you could help me out?”
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Rick is wonderful, and we all adore him, but there are other darker forces in Heather’s life that make this kinky Dom completely off-limits. What is The Rite? What will happen when she attempts it? Well, you’ll just have to grab a copy to find out! It’s available TODAY! 1-click your copy for 99 cents, right over here.
Sep 24, 2016 | Bloghop
It’s #SatSpanks, and I’ve got more from my latest release ‘Early Sins’ the prequel to ‘Lethal Sin‘. I’m so excited to share this week because the book is LIVE and free on Kindle Unlimited (or $2.99 on Amazon)! Click here to buy: Early Sins (amazon)! In today’s snippet I had to share a short, hot scene from near the end of the book, because this will be my last blog hop for Early Sins! I have some other deviousness to preview in the coming weeks, but I will have to be careful with what I share on that one because it’s a secret project. I do hope you love this!
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The same hands that tortured information out of targets were running up her waist to cup her breasts, his thumb brushing delicately over the hard bud of her nipple. He spread her thighs gently, deepening the kiss as he lined up and slid inside her torturously slow. They groaned against each other’s lips, and she gasped as he caught one leg behind the knee and bent it towards her chest, his next measured thrust driving in just a little deeper as he captured her lips again.
Damn him.
If he asked her anything in this moment she’d give it just so he wouldn’t stop the devious friction between her thighs. The heat from his hard spanks was only making it worse as he drew back and thrust forward again, just as measured and controlled, like he was savoring each sinful inch.
“C…” he whispered against her lips, and she gasped a moan as he dropped his forehead to the bed beside her, driving in just a little harder with the next flick of his hips. It was slow torture, more effective than any blade in his devious little kit, and she ran her nails down his back, digging in when he thrust forward again.
“Please,” she begged on a breath, lifting her hips against his, but he pressed her back to the bed, holding her where he wanted her.
She was his. Completely.
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So. Sexy. Hopefully most of you already have it, but if you haven’t make sure you grab a copy and enjoy Camille and Smith’s story all the way through! Until you get the chance to download it, make sure to click through to these other snippets below.
Sep 21, 2016 | Bloghop
It’s #WIPWednesday, and I’ve got more from my latest release ‘Early Sins’ the prequel for ‘Lethal Sin‘. I’m so excited to share this week because the book is LIVE and free on Kindle Unlimited (or $2.99 on Amazon)! Click here to buy: Early Sins (amazon)! In today’s snippet Camille picked a fight with Smith over her practicing at Manny’s gym. Smith has a jealous streak and when she teased him for it, they ended up sparring, and he won. Now, he’s looking to get an apology out of her – like Camille would ever apologize!
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Smith tugged her workout pants down, his thumb hooking into her underwear to pull them down as well. A shiver rolled through her as he nipped at her ribs. “Now, it wouldn’t be fair to Manny if I fought him.” He squeezed her ass, the hard press of his cock evident even through the loose jeans he wore. “I wouldn’t want to embarrass your BFF in front of his own gym.”
“He’s not my best friend.” Hissing through her teeth she tried to sit up, but he held her face down on the bed as he nipped his way down to her waist. Sometimes biting harder, sometimes kissing her softly – a constant contradiction that had her more tense than when he’d run the knife over her skin.
“Then who is? Bill?” There was laughter in Smith’s voice, and she rolled her eyes.
“I would never take your bestie from you.” A hard spank landed on her ass, burning bright for a moment before the heat settled, then another swat to her other cheek, just as hard. “Fuck!”
“Not yet, C. I’m still waiting for an apology.” Smith locked her legs in place with one of his, keeping his hand firmly between her shoulders, and then he really started the spanking. Hard, firm swats that felt like bursts of fire, growing worse as one handprint overlaid the last. If she had her choice, she’d have him kick her ass any day before she’d take a spanking like this, at least if they fought she gave as good as she got. Twisting her hands into the comforter she bit down and refused to make a sound.
There was no way in hell she was apologizing.
Or quitting Manny’s gym.
Finally, Smith stopped, his breathing a little harder above her and she swallowed down the groan in her chest – the wetness between her thighs no longer a surprise. She just had to hold out a little longer through the fiery heat in her ass and he’d fuck her.
“C?”
“Smith?” She smiled into the bed when he laughed, tracing his hand down her spine as he released his weight from her and spread her legs.
“You are so incredibly perfect.” The hint of a blush in her cheeks had to be a result of the spanking, and losing the sparring match, and not because he’d said those magical words again. She was a lot of things, but she was not some fucking girly girl to swoon when he said sweet shit. He flipped her over effortlessly, tugging her shoes off along with the pants and underwear – and that was when she realized he’d removed his jeans.
Nothing but naked, toned flesh as far as she could see.
“Move in.” He tilted his head up and she moved back as he climbed onto the bed between her thighs, kissing his way up her aching ribs, flicking his tongue over her nipple, and then capturing her mouth. His tongue met hers with a moan, and she melted under him.
Smith could be cold, violent, and deadly – she’d seen him pull a trigger without flinching too many times to think otherwise.
But he was only like this with her.
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Feisty and sexy and unf, I just love these two. Don’t forget to grab your copy of Early Sins, and enjoy! While you’re waiting for that to download, check out these other snippets below.
Sep 17, 2016 | Bloghop |
It’s #SatSpanks, and I’ve got more from my latest release ‘Early Sins’ the prequel to ‘Lethal Sin‘. I’m so excited to share this week because the book is LIVE and free on Kindle Unlimited (or $2.99 on Amazon)! Click here to buy: Early Sins (amazon)! In today’s snippet I had to share one of the hotter scenes from the book. I’ll never look at chocolate cake the same…
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With a low rumble in his chest he kicked his boxers off and climbed onto the bed, his knees pushing hers wide, and he held her hands to the bed over her head. “Keep these here. No matter what.”
“Why?”
“Shh. No questions.” Sitting up between her legs she had trouble focusing on what he was doing because his rigid cock stood up from his hips, begging her to taste him, or draw him inside her – but instead, he wiped a chocolate covered finger across one nipple and then the other.
“The fuck?” She opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing, but he slipped two fingers between her lips, silencing her with the sinful taste of chocolate on her tongue. As she rested back against the bed, keeping her hands where he’d placed them, his mouth surrounded one nipple and drew on it. Camille moaned against his fingers, but he teased her further, flicking his tongue against the tight bud as his hips rested between her thighs, his cock brushing against her baiting her further towards an orgasm that he seemed committed to withhold for now. “Mmthh!” she begged around his fingers, and he switched to the other nipple as he adjusted his hand to grasp her by the neck, keeping her laid back as he licked the chocolate from her.
“Do you know what it’s been like watching all these men drool over you in that damn sundress all day?” His lips returned to her nipple as soon as he’d spoken and her back arched under him.
“You fucking love that dress!” A whimper escaped her as he bit down lightly, before teasing her once more, his hips shifting against her in a mockery of what she really wanted.
“I do. Seeing other men enjoy it makes me feel a little…” Smith leaned up and captured her lips, his hand moving into her hair to hold her to the bed as his tongue clashed with hers – a swirl of chocolate and sex and need. “Possessive.”
“Then take me,” she growled back, and he captured her lips again, his thighs spreading hers further, and then his cock brushed against her.
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So. Sexy. Hopefully most of you already have it, but if you haven’t make sure you grab a copy and enjoy Camille and Smith’s story all the way through! Until you get the chance to download it, make sure to click through to these other snippets below.
