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Those of you who pre-ordered Complex Triggers (Club Rack and Ruin 3) might notice that your pre-orders have been cancelled. I’m so very sorry about that.
Why have they been cancelled? Basically, because by midnight tonight I’m supposed to have the final manuscript of the book submitted to Amazon in time for the release date (which is 28th November). Not sure why they need to sit on it for ten days, but to cut a long story short, I need those ten days to finish up and edit. My health hasn’t been fantastic recently and the length of the story seems to have grown a bit, but I’m still determined to get the book out – if not this month, then next month.
Just as proof that I’m still working away on it, here’s a little excerpt:
I frowned even as a shiver of delight followed the path his lips had taken. “Sharpies? As in the pens?”
“Yeah. Are you allergic to the ink?”
“No, Sir.” I tried to figure out exactly what he was going to do. He didn’t seem like the type to write ‘Master’s slut’ all over my body or ‘enter here’ with an arrow pointing to my pussy or ass, but if I was wrong about that I guessed I’d just have to accept it as something my Dom liked and hope the rest of his kinks balanced that one out.
He laughed. “I can practically hear you trying to work this out. Relax, pretty girl. Let me handle this.”
I took it as an order and made myself melt back against the bed again, breathing deeply to centre myself.
“Good,” Evan said softly. “Now, this is gonna be a little cold and tickly, but if you move you’ll screw up what I’m trying to do, and trust me, you don’t want that. Let me know if you plan to move so I can take the pen away. Okay?”
He sat to one side of me, the warmth of his skin pressing against mine as he leaned over to rest his arm on the opposite side, getting into position to write or draw whatever he was planning onto my back. For a second an involuntary ripple went through my skin, and I winced inwardly. “Sorry, Sir. I couldn’t control that.”
“I was expecting it. Don’t worry. Relax.”
I tried to do as he suggested, and smiled at the first cool touch of the pen against my flesh, just underneath one of my shoulder blades. It tickled, but I could handle it, and even without being able to see his face I knew Evan’s focus was completely on my skin – his canvas. It was a heady sensation, and for the first few minutes I felt almost self-conscious before my mind let go of the worries. There was no way for me to keep track of time, and all I could do was focus on the light strokes of the pen’s nib against my skin, trying to track the patterns he was making to come to some kind of conclusion as to what he was drawing. It wasn’t working all that well, though. The only thing I could discern was that he wasn’t writing words.
A long time passed, and I fell into a headspacey daze—concentrating, yet drifting at the same time. Eventually, Evan drew back, murmuring, “Almost done.”
“Thank you, Sir.” It seemed like the right thing to say.
He capped a Sharpie with a click and leaned down to tilt my head for his kiss. I met it with hazy contentment, still rousing from my watchful but dreamlike state. Evan kept it gentle, his tongue darting out to touch mine, then drawing back, and I found myself chasing the deeper elements of the kiss, instigating them myself, pleading for more with my lips and tongue alone.
Evan drew back with a light nip at my lower lip. “Let me finish this, pretty girl. Then you can have what you want.”
Thank you so much for your patience, everyone. I’m working hard to try to bring the book to you as quickly as possible, but without sacrificing quality.
As a way of motivating myself and getting organised (and yes, procrastinating a little bit, too!), here’s a list of my forthcoming releases.
November 18th – Club Alpha Boxed Set
Featuring Claiming His Tease (formerly Little Tease), which is book 1 in the Club Rack and Ruin series. Also includes twelve other stories set in BDSM clubs by twelve amazing authors!
November 28th – Complex Triggers – Club Rack and Ruin, book 3
Tamara has a problem she thinks will drive every Dom away from her for good. Evan begs to differ… The book page for this one is here.
December 15th – These Damn Suspicions – Denial, book 2.5
A short story about Callum and Kat, set a month or so after the events of Not Your Damn Dom. Callum is acting strangely, and the most recent tabloid scandal that he might be having an affair with his latest co-star doesn’t help Kat’s peace of mind… This will be FREE for mailing list subscribers!
December 26th – Always the Quiet Ones
Re-edited re-release of this book.
February 6th – Dominance and Deception
Re-edited re-release of this book.
February 10th – another boxed set
Details to come, but I suspect this one will include Not Your Damn Toy (Denial, book 3)…
Wow, I’ve been neglecting my blog for a while! Luckily, I have some awesome news to break the silence with: Not Your Damn Dom was released today/yesterday (depending on where in the world you are). Spencer’s story is complete, and you can catch up with Kat and Callum from Not Your Damn Submissive, too.
My intentions were good, but she seduced me anyway. I’d stayed away from women for three years, yet it took her three days to get past my defences. Now I can’t make myself let her go. She’s more than I deserve; everything I want.
But keeping vanilla? That’s gonna be hell.
All I can do is hope she never begs me to tie her up and hurt her, though my Dom side craves it. If we cross that line, I have to leave her. I can’t break another submissive.
I can’t be her damn Dom.
It’s taken me a few days to get around to posting this, but Not Your Damn Submissive is now live and ready for readers!
I’m beyond pissed off with Callum Connors.
Yeah—the Callum Connors, star of my favourite TV show…and all my most private fantasies.
He’s a self-confessed Dom, and he wants me, even though I told him outright that I’m not interested in submission or in him.
But then I kissed him.
What possessed me? I don’t even remember who started it, me or him—just that I brushed against him, and then we were on the way to third base in the middle of the set.
Maybe I should have told him no again afterwards, but I just wanted to escape before he tried to take it further. I didn’t think I’d be able to resist him.
I still don’t.
Now he’s somehow thrown us together for two whole weeks, getting the studio to temporarily change my job from set decorator to his personal assistant. I can live with being his assistant, but I am not his damn submissive.
No matter how sexy he is.
I’m welcoming the stupendous HK Carlton back to my blog today! She’s got releases piling up all over the place at the moment, so be sure to check out her blog for more details. Over to you, HK! ~Amy
Inspiration Knocks Twice – Hard and Fast
Authors gather inspiration and ideas for their plots in so many ways. And as I keep on this journey, I find a story can crop up from anywhere. Even just an innocent exchange of pleasantries at the grocery store or the bank can turn into so much more, at least in my naughty little mind it did.
It was a chance encounter with an extremely good-looking repairman, that was the inspiration behind this prequel/sequel, Gave Good Face and Hard and Fast.
His hands were full; I held the door for him, as we both went to exit the establishment at the same time. He thanked me. What a polite boy. He was young and tall; short dark hair, a nice bit of scruff on his chin, as if he hadn’t had time to shave that morning. Yum. But he had this twinkle in his blue eyes, that made me think that he was quite well aware of my slow perusal and wicked appreciation. It was an incredibly sticky humid summer day here in Ontario, Canada and once outside, we commiserated about the weather conditions. I think the word hot was used. Then he smiled and he went his way, and I went mine.
From my car, I watched him load the back of his service van. Enjoying the play of his work shirt as it pulled tight across his back. I admired the snug navy work pants as they hugged his nicely toned backside.
If I was not a married lady…
But since I am otherwise attached and because I tend to write naughty stories, that night, my lovely repairman, became Billy Maas, Tech-Co, the service man. 🙂
The true repairman may never know that he was the stimulus behind Hard and Fast, but he did earn a little dedication.
And as I never seem to do anything small, this tiny little fantasy turned into not one but two books. Hard and Fast, starring my boy Billy, is the second book in this set of two, although it was written first. Which also works since the leading ladies in these tales, are twins.
Josslynn Rossdale stood in line at the bank. Another scorching day with the humidity so high that one perspired just standing still. Most of the other customers appeared to be melting, each with that fine layer of sheen and flushed complexion. In a lightweight cotton blouse, beige short shorts and sandals, Joss attempted to beat the heat.
“Next,” the first vacant teller drawled.
Joss stepped forward.
“Hey, Joss, how are you?” She’d been in the savings and loan so often lately that the employees knew her by name.
“Good, Tracey, and you?”
“It’s so much better in here now that they’ve got the air conditioning back up and running.”
Joss noted the serviceman in the standard blue work shirt, placing his tools back into his box. “Mmm, should suggest him for my building. AC’s on the fritz at my apartment too. I put in a call to the building manager but I’m still waiting.”
The repairman was tall, with short dark hair and nice broad shoulders. Snug, navy workpants showcased his well-toned glutes. As if he knew that he was being scrutinised he turned and zeroed right in on Joss. He had the most piercing blue eyes. Too cute, and too young. He couldn’t be more than twenty-five, she guessed. Somewhat used to a certain amount of healthy male attention herself, she smiled, totally aware that he was checking her out too. He grinned in return and the action brought out a charming dimple in his left cheek. He sported a fine layer of stubble as if he hadn’t had time to shave that morning. Joss liked it. It gave him a rugged appearance. Yes, he was a very attractive guy.
“What can I help you with, Joss?” Tracey snagged Joss’ attention back. “He’s really freakin’ hawt, right?” Tracey said under her breath, just as the young workman set down his toolbox on the countertop next to her workspace.
“Actually, I was hoping to catch Tom,” Joss answered. “I’m not sure if he’s in, but he said he’d leave some paperwork for me at the customer service wicket. But your man Tech-Co here is using it to store his tools at the moment.” Joss read the company name off the guy’s shirt.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just need a signature and then I can get out of the way.” He said this to Tracey but kept his gaze trained on Joss, grinning, the corner of his mouth curling adorably.
“I’ll get the manager. I’m not taking responsibility for anything,” Tracey scoffed, leaving her post.
“Hi,” Tall, Dark and Handsome said simply. He had a pleasant, deep baritone voice.
“Hi,” she responded.
“It’s another hot one, huh?”
“Sweltering,” Joss agreed.
He peered directly into her eyes. She liked it but it was also a little disarming.
“I hear it’s supposed to be this way all weekend,” he added.
“That’s what I hear.”
His lips were nicely shaped, the bottom one nice and full.
“I guess I shouldn’t complain. It keeps me busy.”
On even closer examination, under that dark and grainy stubble was a slight cleft. Joss was a sucker for a man with a dent in his chin.
“Here we go. The manager is on the way,” Tracey said to the repairman. “And, Joss, here’s the portfolio Tom put together for you to go over.”
“Thanks, Tracey. I’ll probably see you again in the next week then.”
“Yep, see ya then. Next!”
Joss glanced back at TD&H. “Have a good day then,” she said lamely.
“Yeah, you too.” He nodded as the manager joined him.
Joss began to walk out when one of the other financial managers stopped her to make sure she’d been waited on. She assured him that she had, thanked him kindly then continued to the exit, arriving as the rugged repairman did. It just so happened his hands were full—toolbox in one and a ladder in the other. Joss held the first door open for him.
“Well, thank you,” he said with a wide smile. He had excellent teeth too.
Joss rushed ahead and opened the second door.
“Thanks again.” He squinted up at the sky. “Whoa, it is hot out here. Being in there, in the cool, makes you forget for a while.”
“I know. It’s nasty, isn’t it?” Joss let the door swing closed and she turned in the direction of her car.
“Take care,” he said then continued on his way.
For shits, Joss peeked over her shoulder, and to her delight, he was doing the same thing. How sad had her life become that she was now thrilled by such a little thing?
Thanks for having me back Amy. You’re the best!
Gave Good Face is available at most vendors. Hard and Fast is available for early download exclusively at Totally Bound until June 6th.
Buy Link : Hard and Fast @Totally Bound