Monday, April 28, 2014

Teasin' Thierry

“None of that chère.” Bastian’s finger tugged on her chin. His mouth covered hers in a sensual kiss.
Suddenly Peyton’s feet left the floor. She squealed, but didn’t have time to settle in Bastian’s arms as he gently dropped her on the bed.
“Oh.” Peyton pouted.
“Tee’s waiting for you, chère.”
Peyton looked over her shoulder. Tee lay there looking like a marbled god. His chiseled chest, lightly furred, gave way to granite hard abs. His cock, the mushroom head an angry purple the vein on the underside throbbing with need. A drop of precome bubbled from the slit.
Peyton slid her gaze over Tee’s body once more, watching him from hooded lashes. “Yum,” she intoned, rising up on her hands and knees, making her way towards his body.
Settling between his thighs, she rubbed her hands up and down his legs, the coarse hairs adding to the friction building between her own thighs.
Peyton flicked her eyes toward Tee’s face. Her tongue slid out, wetting dry lips. Leaning in she swiped the pearly substance with the flat of her tongue, taking it in her mouth savoring the salty substance.
Moans filled the room. His, hers, theirs?
A wicked gleam filled Peyton’s eyes as she lowered her mouth to him once more.
“Nuh uh, bébé.” Tee’s gaze pinned her. “No teasin’,” he said through gritted teeth. “Hangin’ on by a thread. Now, crawl on up here and let me inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
Peyton wanted to ignore him. She wanted to take him in her mouth. To feel him hot and hard in her mouth. The weight of his balls in her hand, under her tongue. Heck, she’d been fantasizing about this too often in the last few weeks to have to stop now. But, her body naturally complied with his command.

Lowering he eyelids, so Tee couldn’t see the mischievous grin on her face, Peyton slowly inched up his gorgeous body. She ran her hands over his granite hard abs up his chiseled pecs, pausing to tweak his coppery nipples.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Simple turns complicated for Sebastian

Frowning down at the beauty sprawled before him, Sebastian Boudreaux’s sour mood worsened. He was here to collect the debt her ex-husband owed not to bed her, though his body, seemed to have other ideas.
What’s up Boudreaux? It’s simple. Collect the diamonds, she’s a number.Running his hand in his hair, she’s not the number. Still you’ve collected debts from countless families in the past without any problem.  
He never liked it. But I collected and got out. Developing a conscience? I was never that far gone. And papa has taken great strides to rid the casino and his other holdings of illegal activities. But not all. It takes time. What makes her any different?
Scrubbing a hand over his face that last question stumped him. She doesn’t deserve this. None of them did. Frustration rumbled like a wild animal in his chest.
Looking at her now, her honey blonde hair mussed up like they’d just had a night of hot sex, he . . . “stop it,” Sebastian snapped out loud. He turned away, ignoring her amused stare.
Yeah, well right now I feel as crazy as you think I am. Was it too much to hope she’d give him what he came for so he could be on his way? But now that he’d smelled her perfume, touched her, tied her up; what did he actually want?
Boudreaux don’t be a fool. You don’t know this woman. It didn’t matter. His body knew her. There was no rational explanation for this attraction. No it wasn’t just attraction. It went deeper. He felt it the moment she slid into the limo.
Oh, he thought he knew beautiful women. The show girls at their casino in Louisiana came to mind, but one look into those summer blue eyes, one touch of her silky skin, no one compared.
Get on with it Bas and get out of here. But he stood there, staring at the woman, a war waging inside him. Make her pay a debt she didn’t owe or just be done with it and take her to bed. His mind and body screamed for the latter. 

Friday, April 18, 2014

Must Read

Oliver, Jeffery Kuyper's muse is still distraught a year after Jeffery's death. At the estate auction, Oliver bids on the last item Jeffery painted of him.

Distraught, Oliver agrees to a weekend with the new owner just to get the painting back. What follows is an emotional ride for Oliver as he's finally made to come to terms with his own life after Jeffery's death.

This is book of Domination/submission, of letting go, of finding a new love, but most of all learning to be who you are.

Don't be turned off the shortness of the story. It delivers a wallop within the pages.

The Dark Collector

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Up and Coming

I've noticed that while publishing a book is much easier today than ever. I've also noticed that many of us are not getting the coverage we'd like.

I won't go into the same old information that there are authors out there that really have no business writing. I'm not here to judge. But what's on my mind, and on other author's I'm sure is how did those mediocre writers sell 500 hundred copies of a 24 page short story that had no plot, no point to the story; pov was a joke, and the grammar and spelling was that of a 3rd grader.

I believe it's promotion.

With that said, while I promote myself as best as I can using social media, purchasing promotion packages from reliable, yet reasonable priced sources, I also am in the business of promoting others. What better way than to become part of a writing community than to help others in that community.

I will be promoting up and coming authors, well established authors, even newbies every Friday on this blog. It's in the works, so it will take a few weeks to get this going. So check back often.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Book Review

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