Mid Week Tease: A McAvery Misunderstanding #MWTease

It’s teasing time and almost time for the Colors of Us launch!

Today’s tease is from Michelle’s first visit to McAvery’s Bar where she’s meeting Jacey about a painting (teaser for the teaser: we’ll see more of Jacey later in the series! :) ).

The door swung open, streaming sunlight into the darkened bar. A slight form with long dark hair carrying a large portfolio bag shuffled in. Looking up, she scanned the bar and met Hunter’s stare before averting her eyes to the floor.

Since seeing her face captured in the painting, he noticed things about her that weren’t evident when he spoke to her at the coffee shop. One thing was for sure, the canvas didn’t do her justice. She was beautiful, but not in an obvious way. Hunter couldn’t help but try to get her to look his way again, so he could look into eyes the color of blueberries at summertime. But it was more than her features that set her apart from anyone else he’d known. She exhibited a grace and maturity beyond her young years.

“Can I help you with that?” Alex asked as he held the door.

Her gaze moved to Alex, and she shook her head, wisps of hair falling into her eyes. “No, I can manage,” she said quietly.

Jacey shooed Alex out of the bar before turning to greet the visitor. “You must be Michelle. I’m Jacey.” She extended her hand.

Michelle shifted her bulky portfolio case into her left hand and slipped her right palm into Jacey’s, offering her a shy smile.

“Let’s sit over there where we can spread out.” Jacey pointed to a table across from the bar.

Michelle followed to the table, laid the portfolio on the surface, and carefully removed the contents. Hunter watched as she treated each sketch, photograph, and small canvas with the care of handling England’s crown jewels.

He wiped his hands on a towel and walked around the bar to the table. “Hi, we met yesterday at Primo,” Hunter said, offering his hand.

Michelle’s eyes met his and she extended her hand. “That’s right. Hi again.”

“That cookie you suggested was amazing. You certainly know your baked goods.”

Her gaze traveled from his eyes to his mouth before her cheeks flushed.

Hunter shook her hand and tilted his head, trying to regain her gaze. “You’re talented.” Her palm was small and warm in his grasp.

“Thank you,” she said, pulling her hand away. She turned to the table and straightened one of the sketches as her cheeks turned redder.

Hunter looked over her samples. “You didn’t bring pictures of your self-portraits from the gallery.”

“No. Um. They seemed to be out of Jacey’s price range.”

Hunter chuckled. “I think everything is out of Jacey’s price range.”

Jacey stood and nudged Hunter with her hip. “Look at this one. It’s perfect for Alex.” She pointed to a rendering of a city pub Michelle painted when she first moved to the city.

Michelle furrowed her brow. “Who’s Alex?”

“My boyfriend, silly. I thought I mentioned the painting was for my boyfriend,” Jacey said as she flipped through Michelle’s sketches.

“You did, but I thought—” Michelle turned to Hunter.

“You thought Hunter was my boyfriend?” Jacey giggled and swatted Hunter on the shoulder. “No, this is for the other McAvery brother, Alex. You and I, Hunt. Imagine that.” Jacey winked.

“I’m having a hard time picturing it, Jace.” Hunter exaggerated a shudder.

“Hey!” Jacey punched him lightly and turned to Michelle. “I’m not his type, anyway.” Jacey’s gaze traveled down to Michelle’s boot-clad feet and up to her long dark hair, seemingly assessing her as a possible candidate.

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Cover Art Reveal: Colors of Us #CoverReveal @EvernightPub

Look what landed in my inbox this weekend! Oh yes, it’s cover art goodness for Color of Us, the first book in my brand new McAvery Brothers Series…

Colors of Us (The McAvery Brothers #1)

Genre: Contemporary Romance/New Adult

August 2014 release from Evernight Publishing


Everything she knew to be true fell apart. Then fell apart again…

Michelle Willis is running from her past. What better place to hide than in the anonymity of New York City. Finding refuge in a tiny SoHo art gallery, she rebuilds her life one painting at a time.

A wrong turn sends Hunter McAvery on a crash course with disaster. He fights his own demons by following his big brother’s lead – drinking and bed-hopping his way through Manhattan.

A glance at Michelle’s self-portrait triggers emotions Hunter can’t tamp down. Driven to meet the artist, he discovers a fiery chemistry as their lives collide. But when their past threatens to tear them apart, can their love survive?


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Mid Week Tease: A Sweet Meet #MWTease

Welcome to the middle of the week and the middle of the summer. It goes by fast, doesn’t it?

Edits are back for The Colors of Us and I’m enjoying adding layers and extra sexy to Hunter and Michelle after being away from them for a few weeks.

Today’s tease is from the scene at the coffee shop where they first meet over a decadent peanut butter chocolate chip cookie. Cheyenne, Michelle’s coworker and friend, makes an appearance in the tease too! She’s one of my favorite characters. :)

“You work around here?” he asked.

Michelle turned to the stranger again. He casually brushed the hair from his eye, revealing a jagged scar above his eyebrow. Something about the warmth in his eyes made her want to reach up and touch the imperfection that somehow seemed perfect on his face.

His lips curled upward. “You don’t have to tell me. Shit. I usually don’t chat up strangers in a coffee line. I must really need a cup of coffee.” He scrubbed his fingers over the scruff on his face, which outlined a strong chin.

“I work in one of the galleries. You?” she asked quietly.

“I’m at McAvery’s.”

“The bar?”

“Yeah.” He tilted his head and smiled. “You ever go there?”

Michelle tried not to stare at the way his lips showcased straight white teeth. He could melt an icicle with his smile. She met his gaze. “No, but I ride past it on my way to work. I love the facade. It’s a great building.”

He nodded. “It’s one of the oldest bars in the city. I’m Hunter, by the way.” He placed the certificate in his left hand and offered her his other. “Ride as in a motorcycle?”

“Michelle. And no, ride as in a bicycle.” She slipped her hand into his. The heat of his palm warmed her fingers. His sleeve rode up a corded forearm, revealing more of his tattoo before his sleeve covered it again. The colors and intricate design intrigued her, even though she wasn’t sure what it depicted.

“Looks like you’re up, Michelle. Pick your poison.” Hunter nodded to the counter.

Michelle pulled her hand away and ordered two caramel macchiato coffees with extra whipped cream.

“Anything else, miss,” asked the barista.

She glanced at the dish of peanut butter chocolate cookies in the pastry case and remembered her empty pockets. “Thanks, but just the coffee,” she said, pushing the coffee certificates across the counter.

The barista turned to Hunter. “What can I get you?”

“Coffee, black, and….” He turned to Michelle. “What do you recommend?”

Michelle scanned the pastry case. “I’d get the peanut butter chocolate chip cookie.”

Hunter held up two fingers. “Two of those, please.”

Michelle collected her drinks, took a sip from one of them, and closed her eyes.

“That good?” Hunter asked after he passed his voucher and a few dollars to the barista.

“Yeah, really good. Have a good day.” Michelle took another sip and turned toward the door to leave.

“Hold on a sec.” He pulled one of the cookies out of the bag and handed it to Michelle. “Thanks for the recommendation.”

She shook her head. “Oh, no thanks. Save it for later. I gotta get back to work.”

He tilted his head. “Please take it as a thank you for keeping me company in that long line.”

Michelle looked from the cookie to his golden-honey eyes. “Thanks.” Reaching for it, her fingers brushed against his, sending a tingle to places in her that hadn’t been touched in a long time. She lingered a moment longer than she should have. Glancing at him, she saw a sly smile form on his lips. She took the treat and turned before the heat creeping up her neck became visible on her cheeks.

“See you around.” Hunter called.

Michelle pushed the door open and hoped the cool air would restrain the heat building in her belly. Heading in the direction of the gallery, she took a bite of the cookie and savored the sweet and creamy goodness dancing on her tongue. The flavors of her favorite cookie teased her taste buds as she entered the gallery.

“What are you all smiles about? And why are you all flushed?” Cheyenne asked with her hands on her hips.

“I just ate something delicious. Here, I saved you half.” She handed her the coffee cup and half the cookie.

Cheyenne took a bite and groaned. “Oh, yeah. This is good. So good. Were they giving these out too?”

“Nope. The guy I talked to while we stood in line bought a couple and gave me one.”

Cheyenne held her finger up as she chewed and swallowed. “Hold on. You met a guy?”

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Mid Week Tease: HIS ~ Strength. Power. Experience. #MWTease @EvernigtPub

It’s that time again! 

This week’s tease is from my short story in the HIS Anthology. It’s only $0.99 this week on Evernight’s website! You can’t beat 12 super Alpha-sexy stories for under one dollar. 

Enjoy this scene from The Mobster’s Promise…

“The door won’t open any faster that way.”

“Leave me alone.” She kept her back to him as a tear escaped the corner of her eye.

“I’d forgotten what a stubborn streak you have.” His husky voice was so close, his breath tickled her cheek. “I’d also forgotten how fucking good you smell.”

Closing her eyes, she leaned her back against his chest. For a moment, just one moment, she was safe. The ding of the elevator jolted her back to reality. Hopping in before the doors opened all the way, she first pushed the button for the fifth floor, then pushed and held the close button. “Go back to your penthouse and let the commoners live in peace. Your money can’t solve everything.” She glared at him as the doors closed.

A scuff-free black shoe stopped the door, and he stepped into the car. “That’s what this is about? Because this isn’t about money. It’s about you,” he closed the space between them, “and me.”

Shutting her eyes, Julia’s senses filled with the familiar scent of fine whiskey and unadulterated man. His hands wound around her waist as she lifted her face to his. “Damn it, I trusted you, and look what happened. You betrayed me then you let me walk away,” she whispered.

Roarke’s thumb rubbed a circle under her ribcage. “It was the best thing for you.” His breath puffed against her lips, his mouth close to hers.

Julia slid her hand up his rock hard abs and breathed deep. Damn, she missed him. Groaning, her fingernails dug into his muscular chest as she pushed away. She lingered a second too long. His power coiled around her like a snake ready and willing to squeeze every ounce of common sense she had from her body. Strong but gentle, his fingers trailed up her arm and neck to the exact spot behind her ear that made her weak in the knees. He had a good memory, damn him.

Squeezing her eyes closed, she willed her tears to stay put. She couldn’t show him how much she wanted him. How much she needed him. Not now.

“We can’t do this.”
His grip loosened. “What are you so afraid of?”
Her will crumbled as tears ran down her cheeks. “You. This


“I’d never hurt you.” He cupped her face and wiped the tear with his thumb.


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MID WEEK TEASE: “Training begins today.” #MWTease #SRE


One of my favorite readers and Twitter pals, Cheyenne, tweeted my yesterday asking for one of my favorite quotes from my books. 

Oh, what a tough question! I’ll tweet out a few of my favorites today. Since Cheyenne’s a fan of Asher and Mia from my Satin Rose Experience series, today’s tease comes from the opening page of MIA’S SUBMISSION.

Mia Lavender raked her fingers through her damp hair as she walked out of the bathroom in the pink robe that dangled on a padded hanger from the hook on the door.

“Asher, I don’t get it. Where’s the—“

She scanned the empty suite. Asher Cane was gone but in his place was a silver tray with a bowl of cut fruit and a thick stack of French toast covered with a generous sprinkle of powdered sugar. A glass of orange juice and a steamy silver carafe of coffee completed the decadent meal which perched on the perfectly made bed. The aroma wafted to her nostrils and instantly made her stomach grumble. How does he do it? She picked up the long stemmed rose from the crystal bud vase on the tray and brought it to her nose when the red envelope leaning against the vase caught her eye.

Mia flopped down on the bed with a big grin as she ripped open the envelope.


Training begins today.

Last night was for fun, but understand I won’t be so easy on you today.

Eat. You’ll need your energy for the session I have planned for you. After you’re done go to Suite Five where there will be further instruction.

Since this will be your first real training, let’s think of it as a trial period. We’ll meet on equal footing in the lounge at midnight tonight. You have until then to decide if you’re in or out. I’ll need an all-in commitment from you.

PS ~ Last night was amazing.

Mia reread the letter while nibbling on a piece of French toast. Last night was amazing. Her heart fluttered as she pictured him writing the note.

Pouring a cup of coffee, she shook her head in amazement. In just twenty-four hours, Mia Lavender went from an administrative assistant for Rosebud Resorts to Vice President of Client Experience at the exclusive Satin Rose Experience or SRE division of Rosebud all because of her slip. Leaving her Twitter site open to Asher Cane’s very sexy eyes led to a slew of direct messages with @MandAGuy. Mia opened up and told him the most intimate details of her fantasy to submit her body to a Dominant. Those events landed her in submission training for the job Asher was convinced she was born to do. More importantly, she was in training to be his partner, his submissive. She wasn’t exactly sure what Asher had planned for her but there was only one way to find out. She popped a couple of pieces of fruit in her mouth, grabbed the access card Asher left in the envelope and padded in her bare feet to the door.

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Sexy Sexclusive: Executive Assistant Anthology @EvernightPub @Lila_Shaw

Welcome my next Sexy Sexclusive guest and my sister on the west coast, Lila Shaw! 

I’m thrilled to help Lila and the other wonderful authors who contributed to Evernight’s newest anthologies, Executive Assistant, show off their sexy stories.  A Knight with the Boss by Lila Shaw leads the M/F version. Catch the Sexy Sexclusive excerpt below…

Anthology Blurb:

Unleash your naughty side with Evernight’s Executive Assistant anthology…

These sizzling hot stories dare to explore the taboo world of office romance. From X-rated job interviews, controlling Doms, to the unprofessional use of office furniture—these twelves stories have it all.

Our bestselling authors are determined to make you squirm. You may never see the office the same way again!

 A Knight with the Boss Blurb:

When her father sells the family-owned video-gaming design business to a large competitor, Tory Knight learns to her dismay that the sale comes with a one-year non-compete agreement. She has no choice but to work for Gorman Designs if she wants to keep doing what she loves most.

Rafe Gorman is shocked to discover the asset he paid triple market value to acquire—lead programmer, VC Knight—is not the fatherly small businessman he bought out, but his very talented and desirable daughter, Victoria Carruthers-Knight.

Tory’s orientation session quickly heats up as Rafe takes his newest employee under his wing and to other levels of employment neither expects nor quite knows how to handle.

Sexy Sexclusive Excerpt:

Rafe fled his own office. He had to get out of there or lose his ever-loving mind more than he already had. What the fuck happened? Had he really screwed VC Knight, the VC Knight, on his conference room table? The woman he’d moved heaven and earth to acquire as an asset for his company for her brain. Her brain, idiot! Her brain, not her fucking body, not her delectable, satiny smooth skin or those long legs that actively coiled around him and egged him on. If they’d only dangled passively off the edge of the table. If only she’d turned her head away from his kiss. If only she hadn’t gazed at him with those smoky lust-filled eyes.


What she must think of him. He was the biggest prick imaginable. Not only for coming up with the dumbest strategic business move ever in that non-compete clause, but for blaming her, even for a nanosecond, for what had just happened.

What if she quit? He could let her out of her non-compete agreement … but he didn’t want to. He still wanted her, all of her, now more than ever.


Why couldn’t he keep it in his pants? Three hours. Three hours and he was humping her like a tomcat. He was not that guy! Bad enough he had forced her to work for him. He craved her respect and collaboration. His chances of salvaging them were slim to none now that he had unleashed his baser instincts on her.

He worked hard, kept his head down, rarely dated, though not for lack of aggressively interested women. Too many of those sought to barge their way in, but for the wrong reasons. None of them knew him despite their willingness to dangle sex on demand in front of him, or sometimes even shove it in his face. They only knew what they saw, or thought they saw. Some only wanted to roll in his balance sheet and income statement. He didn’t respect women like that. He respected brains and creativity and cleverness. Victoria embodied all those qualities.

The blame for all that had happened lay squarely on his shoulders. Maybe his zeal for VC Knight, his groupie-like need to have her for his company—her talents, that is—somehow got hopelessly tangled with up with the flesh and blood woman.

The urgent need to have her must have leeched into his primitive brain.

God, what a jerk he was. The only solution was to stay away from her, keep his head down, and do all his communication through Rachel. Yes. That’s how it would have to be, at least until … no, he couldn’t chance it. There was no “until.”

But he needed to at least apologize. Explain. Grovel. Beg her not to leave. Promise it wouldn’t happen again.

Rafe glanced around and realized he’d escaped all the way to his car in the underground parking garage. He squeezed his eyes shut, turned and retraced his steps to have that difficult conversation. Shoving his hands into his pockets for the walk of shame, he withdrew the damp cloth he found there: Victoria’s panties.

God, he sucked.

Sexy! I’m making my way through the anthology and, let me tell you – you don’t want to miss it! It’s the perfect beach read. 

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MID WEEK TEASE: The Cream Filling #MWTease

It’s Hump Day, my friends!

As I wait for edits on The Colors of Us, I’m hard at work on book 2. The characters are very strong willed and can’t wait to tell their story. ATM, Miranda is seated between two past lovers, the proper English artist, Jasper Hyde, and the edgy New Yorker, Alex McAvery. Think of her as the cream filling surrounded by two sinfully decadent cookies.

A tapered flute was placed in front of her, followed by two more on either side. A soft pop sounded above followed by a bubbly gurgle as a golden sparkle of her favorite champagne filled her glass. Miranda glanced at her dinner companions. What was to be a casual business dinner of five, complete with non-stop chatter from Cheyenne, became an intimate dinner for three. She lifted her glass, ignoring the fact that the tension was thicker than the fifty dollar steaks they were about to order. This was business, after all. So what if the man who shattered her heart in a million pieces sat to her left and the one who filled her every need was on her right. She swallowed hard, forcing the past from her mind. “A toast, gentlemen?”

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Mid Week Tease: Get Your Flair On #MWTease

Happy Teasing Day!

Inspiration hits writers when we least expect it. That’s what happened to me this week.

I found the world of flair bartending while planning a cocktail event for the Hot Mojave Knights Reader weekend in September. During my research, I texted my favorite Jersey Girl and our conversation somehow turned to a certain leafy vegetable and hot fudge sundae toppings. LOL

My awesome girlfriend said how the leafy vegetable would make a great hero’s name and I took it and ran. Damn, I hope she didn’t want to use it. O.O

Anyway, here’s a brand new (unedited) scene from my WIP, The Passion of Us. It’s Alex and Miranda’s story and the second book in the McAvery’s Bar series. (BTW, Erin is a waitress at McAvery’s.)

Picture Source: Generation Flair - Eric Parker in the World Flair Competition

Alex slid a draft after draft down the bar to the group of young guys who stopped at the bar to watch the hockey game. He’d sent for a complementary sliders appetizer from the kitchen which were devoured before the plate hit the bar. The simple act of generosity resulted in seven cheeseburger deluxe orders and an additional hundred dollars to their bar bill. Alex’s feet ached but it was a small price to pay since it was turning out to be one of the better nights McAvery’s had had in a while. Erin, hoisting a tray of burgers to the bar was trailed by a guy with spiky blonde hair carrying a second burger order.

“This is my cousin I told you about,” she said as she served the burgers to the cheering crowd. The Rangers had just gained the lead over The Islanders.

Alex nodded. “That tray goes to the foursome on the other side.”

“You got it,” Spiky hair guy said and strode to the end of the crowded bar. Alex noticed he stopped at an empty table to grab a catsup bottle and salt and pepper shakers before serving the guests and returning to Alex’s side of the bar. “They want refills on their beers. Mind if I do it?”

Alex raised his eyebrows. So far this guy showed more brains and initiative than he’d seen out of his past three bartenders combined.  “Be my guest,” Alex said, waving his hand to the beer taps.

The younger guy ducked under the bar and pulled four beer mugs from the rack like he’d been working at McAvery’s for years. He poured each mug with the perfect amount of foam and served the group without spilling a drop. Alex watched him survey the bar in search of glasses in need of refilling and approached a group of women slipping on their coats. “Another round, ladies?”

“No thank you, we’ll pay our tab,” one of the women said.

“And here I was about to make my famous French martinis for you,” he said, taking their empty glasses from the bar.

“French, huh? Is it good?” another woman asked.

“The best. In fact my French martini won an award last summer in Providence.”

The group looked at each other and nodded in agreement “I think we can stay for another.”

He set out three martini glasses and pulled an opened bottle of vodka from its spot behind the bar. Palming the bottle, he tossed it up an inch or two and caught it. Before Alex could stop him, the bottle flew in the air, spun in an arc and landed perfectly in the spiky hair’s hand. The women whooped in whistled as he grabbed a metal martini shaker and juggled the bottle and shaker in one hand.

Alex stepped to his side and shot a smile to the women who appeared throughly pleased with the impromptu show. “What the fuck are you doing? That’s a forty dollar bottle of vodka,” he whispered, careful not to bump the man’s arm.

“It’s called flair, dude. The ladies love it.”

“I know what its called but we don’t flair here at McAvery’s. It’s not that kind of place.”

“No? You strike me as a good businessman. I think some entertainment could only increase your business.” The guy didn’t take his eye off the items as they whizzed in a circle through his fingers and over his head before he grabbed the shaker and caught the bottle inside the cup. A round of applause erupted from the bar. He poured the mixed drinks and topped each off with a pineapple juice floater. “Enjoy, ladies,” he said and posed for a picture before moving to Alex’s side. “Sorry sir, I just wanted to show you what I could do.”

Alex glanced around the bar. An energy he hadn’t felt since Hunter left surrounded him. “You have a name, flair boy?”


“Kale? As in—“

“Kale as in Kale.”

Alex blinked and furrowed his brows. “Your mother named you after a head of lettuce?”

“You got a problem with that?” Kale asked, without missing a beat.

“Not at all. You got yourself a job, Kale. Welcome to McAvery’s.” Alex extended his hand, sealing the deal. McAvery’s had a new bartender.


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A Sexy Sexclusive from Her Imaginary Lover by Doris O’Connor

Welcome my next Sexy Sexclusive guest, Doris O’Connor! Doris is one of those amazing author who I swear never sleeps. I mean, how can she? She’s a prolific author with a steady flow of new releases, plus she has a wonderful husband and nine beautiful children. Yes, nine!

I’m thrilled to help celebrate release of Her Imaginary Lover with Doris today. Don’t you love the cover? Tell us all about it, Doris!

Thanks so much for having me here today, Sandra, with my paranormal BDSM story Her Imaginary Lover.

Did you have an imaginary friend as a child? I bet he felt very real to you. What if these imaginary friends were real, however? And what if, not all of them were nice friends… What if there was a whole other dimension…

Such is the premise behind Her Imaginary Lover.

To Macie, Kaylom has always been real. Blind from birth, she never realized other people couldn’t see him, until her parents started to doubt her sanity, and eventually she sent him away.

That was fifteen years ago, but Kaylom is back now, and Macie is not a child anymore…


 ~Editors Pick~

When your imaginary friend turns out to be real, there’s only one thing you can do—have the best sex of your life.

Macie Johann’s ordered world is thrown into chaos, when she is attacked on her way home from work. The muscle bound hunk that comes to her rescue would appear to be naked? Okay then, maybe she has hit her head a bit too hard, but then again no one else seems to notice him, and there is something very familiar about this guy.

Blind from birth Macie has learnt to trust her senses, and they all scream at her to grab her chance of true happiness with the man, who makes her body and soul sing. Never mind the small fact of his not being human.

When their actions get Kaylom yanked back into his dimension to stand trial, Macie follows determined to fight for her man.

Sexy Sexclusive Excerpt:

Kaylom let the hot water wash over his body and resisted the urge to smash his fist into the tiles. Somehow he didn’t think Macie would appreciate the expense of needing her tiles replaced because he couldn’t control his urges. Fuck it to Athuron and back, he’d almost bitten her. Even now his fangs pricked his lips, and he could still taste that spot of blood he’d licked off her lips.

It would have been so easy. Every fiber of his being had urged him to drive his incisors into her neck. To mark her as his and to cement the bond between them—a bond that shouldn’t exist, yet had done from the minute she’d asked him his name all those years ago.

Kaylom thumped his head against the wall and screwed his eyes shut. He needed to get away, to put distance between him and the woman who called him like the old sirens of legend. She could never be what his soul told him she was. It wasn’t possible. The slide of the shower stall made him tense. He didn’t dare open his eyes and look. As it was his imagination filled the blanks in just fine.

Macie’s small hands slid up his back, and he let out a breath. Even that simple action had his cock harden to the point of pain, and there was no chance in hell she would miss his fangs. Maybe that’s what was needed, though. Maybe to feel those lethal protrusions would make her see sense.

If she told him to leave, if she ran from him in terror it would tear his heart to shreds, but it would keep her safe from him and his dark urges. She was human and fragile, and even if by some miracle, the elders relaxed their rules, there was no future for them.

Macie deserved it all. She needed a nice normal husband she could take home to her parents, and who would be able to give her children. He smiled despite his dark thoughts. She would make a fantastic mother one day. There was a good reason her practice was thriving. She was a natural with kids.

“Kaylom, what’s wrong?” she asked, and he groaned as she pressed her breasts into his back, and hugged him close.

“I shouldn’t be here, that’s what’s wrong. I’m a fucking monster, and my kind screw with humans all the time. You can’t see us, so that we can better fuck with your mind and bodies. We like nothing better than to have a little human sport. To see you jump through hoops and writhe underneath us, while we fuck your clueless brains out, and you think you’re just dreaming.”

He grimaced at his crass words, but he had to drive her away, because he sure as fuck didn’t have the strength to just leave her.

Macie tensed slightly, but she didn’t let go of him, and he felt her nod into his back.

“I knew there had to be more of you, and I know not all of you are friendly.”

She took a step back when he roared and spun around.

“What do you mean you know? Has some other Athuron been sniffing around you, because I swear I’ll—”

Her laugh interrupted his angry retort, and he glared at her. Her raven mass of hair clung to her overgenerous curves, and he couldn’t help but follow the rivulets of water as they caressed her breasts, and then dropped along her long legs. Even her bright red toenails turned him on for fuck’s sake.

“You think this is funny?” He grasped her hand and brought it up to his mouth until she could feel his elongated canines. Heat rose in her cheeks, but instead of screaming in terror as any sane person would have done, she moaned and stepped closer to him. Tracing his fangs with her fingertips she looked a picture of concentration, and even his gruff warning to be careful didn’t deter her.

A heavy weight settled on his chest watching her innocent exploration of his teeth and mouth.

“You’re not a vampire?” she asked.

Kaylom snorted in answer.

“No, I’m not that, but my bite will change you nonetheless. It’s how my kind mates for life. It goes against all the rules to bite a human, and I almost fucking bit you back then. I can’t … I won’t do that.”

Macie blinked several times, and Kaylom switched the shower off and opened the enclosure.

“Look, this is not the place to discuss this. Seeing you all wet and naked like this all I want to do is bend you over and take you right here against the wall like some fucking animal.”

Macie’s little mewl in answer had him jump out of the shower as though the hounds of hell were after him, and she frowned when she seemed to notice his actions. He wrapped a towel round his middle, swiped the moisture off the mirror and grimaced at the sight of the seemingly floating towel. This right there was why Athurons could not wear clothes in this realm. It would send the humans screaming for an exorcist.

Unfortunately the mirror also granted him the perfect view of a naked Macie climbing out of the shower, and he almost swallowed his tongue when she swung her leg out. The action afforded him an unrivalled view of her puffy little cunt and the feminine dew clinging to her nether lips. The shower had masked her scent somewhat, but now he got the message loud and clear. She was wet for him, and he cursed himself all kinds of a fool for not taking her up on her silent offer. To lose himself balls deep in her soft body would surely be worth any possible punishment.

Before he could make up his mind one way or the other, she’d pulled her bathrobe over her shoulders and hid her body from view.

She glanced in his direction, and he wondered at the delicate blush that stained her cheek bones, until she pulled the toilet seat up, and the penny dropped.

“Are you going to stand there and watch me pee, or are you going to give me some privacy?”


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Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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A Sexy Sexclusive from #TakingCourage by @SJMaylee

Do you love the new graphic? Sexy Sexclusive is a new feature to help promote authors’ new releases. Instead of posting just the usual standard media kit material, I’ve asked the featured author to send me a steamy exclusive peek into a sexy scene.

I’m thrilled to debut Sexy Sexclusive with a great friend’s new release.

Taking Courage (Love Projects #2)

by: S.J. Maylee


Janna’s ready to make over her life and get out from under the controlling thumb of her father. She doesn’t want another failed arranged marriage. She’s ready to do whatever it takes for the career she wants, enter the lifestyle she craves, and to earn the trust and love of the man that has captured her heart, but heartbreak and career hiccups seem to be her destiny.

Simon’s still recovering after his last submissive lied her way into his life. He’s not ready for Janna and how she pushes against his prejudices. He needs to decide if he’s willing to lose her or if he’ll fight for her love and submission.


Sexy Sexclusive Excerpt: 

He sauntered back to her, his darkening eyes trained on hers. He grazed her hip as he reached past her to lock the door. “Remove the skirt and panties.”

“Here? Now?”

“It’s sink or swim time, darlin’.” He sat in one of his guest chairs and patted his lap. “I’m waiting.”

Even with the heat seeping across her sex, she hesitated. Risk bombarded her from every direction. The thought of refusing him felt wrong, but so did stripping behind a locked door on her first day. One thing she knew for sure. Her new life in Chicago would go to ruin if she couldn’t get Simon to forgive her.

No more thinking. The Dom has given you an order.

His dark gaze roamed over her body. She slipped off her skirt and panties, leaving them on the floor as she walked to him and laid herself across his lap. Her hands steadied herself on the floor. Would it hurt? His fingers took hold of her butt, massaging deep. She let go.

“Why are you being punished today?”

“Because I wasn’t honest. I neglected to tell you it was my first scene.”

“Well done, omission is lying. Will you lie to a Dom again?”

His choice of words didn’t escape her notice. Just because he was punishing her didn’t mean he would ever scene with her again. “No, Sir.”

“You will count and thank me for each. Hesitate and I will start from the beginning. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Remind me of your safe word.” He squeezed her right butt cheek.

“Lasagna, Sir.”

“That’s right.”

Throughout their chat he had rubbed her bum, and she felt warm all over. The first slap forced her from the comfort zone.

“One, thank you, Sir.” Heat radiated across her right side. “Two, thank you, Sir.” And now her left. “Three, thank you, Sir.”

“You please me, pet.”

His approval draped over her like a warm blanket. His fingers traveled over her skin and swiped across her pussy.

“You’re soaking wet … interesting.”

His fingers continued to move over her folds. Her muscles strained to remain still. The next several slaps were harder to take than the first set, but soon his fingers were back over her folds. Her orgasm raced to the surface.

“That’s enough.” His hand disappeared from her sex. “Up you go. Get dressed now.”


“What, do you want more, or do you expect pleasure with your punishment?”

“Only if I’ve earned it, Sir.” She reached for her clothes.

“I think you know the answer.”



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S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.

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