Complex Triggers Update

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:

Complex Triggers New Social MediaLight kisses trailed from my tailbone up to the nape of my neck, Evan’s breath hot against my skin as he spoke in between each one. “I’m gonna do something new now. Are you allergic to Sharpies?”

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?”

“Mmm-hmm…”

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.

Melting Monday: Inspiration Knocks Twice for HK Carlton

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

gavegoodface_800 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.

Here’s a little snip from Hard and Fast (it might sound familiar):hardandfast_800

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.”

“I imagine.”

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!

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Hot, Rich and Dominant 6 – Two Days Until Release!

Since I’ve finished the writing and am hard at work on the edits and such, I thought I’d give you a preview of what’s to come. Here’s the very first part of book Hot Rich and Dominant 6 – Risk and Reward!

HotRichAndDominant6AReI jerked into consciousness with disorienting suddenness, instinctively reaching out a hand to the empty side of the bed for my Master. What was that noise?

I sat up in bed, listening intently, trying to discern where the sound had come from. Nothing followed. Maybe I’d imagined it?

I wasn’t too worried about Marc’s absence, since sunlight was already edging through the small crack in the drapes. It was Sunday, so we didn’t have to be at work, and Marc sometimes let me sleep in while he cooked breakfast or worked out in the downstairs gym.

I’d just started to lie down again, intent on snuggling into Marc’s pillow and pretending he was still here to cuddle up to, when the noise began again. Six bangs in rapid succession, and this time, I knew exactly what they were.

Gunshots.

I threw on clothing as fast as I could and ran downstairs, my heart pounding triple-time. Who was shooting? Was Marc okay? What about everyone else who lived here? Visions of Marc lying dead in a pool of blood, an entire clip of ammunition emptied into his chest, ran through my head. The silence was now thick and ominous.

And you’re running towards the person with the gun?

Sentinel meowed balefully at me as I entered the kitchen, slipping out between my legs into the hallway before I could react. I let him go, my nerves on edge as I realised there were large windows on three sides of me. Whoever had the gun could easily see and shoot me from outside without me being any the wiser. The hair on the back of my neck prickled against my new collar as I sought cover behind the kitchen island…

Find out what happens next on Friday, 28th February 2014!

In Celebration of 100 Sunday Snogs: Win a Copy of Hidden Heat!

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Congratulations to Victoria Blisse for her 100th Sunday Snog! Now that’s a lot of tongue action… 😉

To commemorate this milestone, Victoria is raising money for Médecins Sans Frontières – her JustGiving page is here for those interested in giving a little.

Want to win an ebook copy of Hidden Heat? Just leave a comment at the bottom of the post and I’ll pick a winner at random a week from now, on 30th September 2013. 🙂

For the 100th Sunday Snog I decided to pick a scene from Hidden Heat to share. Enjoy!

hiddenheat_800We spent the next twenty-four hours in Scott’s room, cuddled up together under the blankets, talking and eating and watching netcasts in between sexscapades. Even when we were exhausted and on the verge of sleep, I still felt a primal urge deep within me, and the anxious part of my brain continued to worry, though I locked it out of my conscious thoughts.

When the time came for me to head over to my parents’ place for lunch, I pulled on my clothing with a heavy heart. I’d tasted a piece of my perfect life, and facing the real world wasn’t something I ever wanted to do again.

In my ideal fantasy existence, I could stay in bed with Scott for as long as I wanted, taking trips to the bathroom and maybe downstairs to the soundproofed kitchen or living room to liven things up a little. Food would be magically provided, and we wouldn’t need money or to worry about people finding us out.

Being a doctor would factor in there somewhere, too, but thinking about the university just scared me today. It was too much of a reminder of the lies I had to tell on a daily basis.

And speaking of lies, I should really get going.

“See you at the hospital tomorrow, then?”

Interpreting the glum look on my face correctly, Scott wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. “You look like you’re stepping outside to get shot.”

“Maybe not shot. Vanished off the face of the earth, maybe?” Thinking of my Aunt Leah’s disappearance, I shuddered. “If I don’t come back…thank you for this weekend. It’s meant a lot to me.”

“You’re gonna be fine. Go and see your family, talk about the course, your roommates, the latest news…and then go home and call me. After the anatomy practical tomorrow, we’ll go see Beth, let her quiz you a bit.”

“I’d rather come back here and submit to your questioning.” I tried to buoy my own spirits with the teasing, and it worked—a little, anyway. Scott gave me an evil grin, and I kissed him, unable to help myself.

He curled his fingers around my waist as he responded, and I couldn’t help but kiss harder, driven by the demands of my constantly lustful body. I’d thought that actually having sex would take the edge off my craving, but it only seemed to have intensified the situation, and every tiny thing about him made my head swim with desire.

Scott drew back before I did, breathless, and cupped a hand to my cheek. “How is it possible that you’re still horny?” Beneath the amusement, I could sense unease. I obviously wasn’t the only one scared by my out of control hormones.

“Will it pass, do you think?” I needed to calm down, so I pulled out of his arms and wandered across the room. A fine drizzle was falling outside the window, and I knew I’d be frizzy-haired and bad-tempered when I arrived at my parents’ place.

“Hope so.” He sighed, ran his hand through his hair. “Not that I’m complaining on one level, but it’s going to make your training rough.”

Even that sounded sexy to me. “Okay, I’m gonna go. Maybe when I get back out into the world, I’ll remember my self-control.”

Together, we went downstairs and towards the front door. Grant heard our approach and appeared in the living room doorway. “Leaving us so soon?”

“I wish I didn’t have to,” I said, chancing a look at him. Grant was good-looking, but the urge to do entirely inappropriate things to him was only a tenth as strong as what I felt for Scott. What kind of a screwed-up situation was I in that made me relieved by that?

“You’ll be back, then?” He grinned. “I figured as much, the way we barely saw you all weekend.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the gentle teasing. There was something about Grant that put me at ease, and I was grateful for it. “Sorry. It’s been a while.”

“Wounded!” Scott staggered, as if hit by a bullet to the heart. “It didn’t have anything to do with me, personally… Any piece of male meat would have done…”

Something about his overly aggrieved tone told me he was in a better mood than his words suggested. Turning, I kissed him, meaning to just brush his lips with mine then reassure him he was the only one in my heart. Once the kiss had begun, though, I lost track of everything except how good he felt—his hand at the back of my neck, his warm chest against my breasts, his tongue just briefly flicking against mine…

“Get a room, you guys,” Grant said after a few seconds, and I tore free of Scott’s arms before I could get too carried away, blinking back tears of frustration.

“God damn it!”

“Uhhh…” Grant’s voice was confused. “I was kidding.”

“It’s not you,” Scott told him, his voice low. “She has nymphitis.”

Hidden Heat is available from Total-E-Bound Publishing, Amazon US, Amazon UK , Barnes & Noble, Kobo and All Romance eBooks. It’s the first book of a two-part story, and the second part is not yet written, although it’s fully plotted out and on my to-do list – you have been warned! 😉

Melting Mondays – Naomi Bellina’s Dream Vacation

A huge welcome to Naomi Bellina this Melting Monday – thanks for coming over, Naomi!

My Dream Vacation

NaomiBellina Headshot All the hustle and bustle of the holidays can get overwhelming. We stay up too late, run too many errands, and burn out our batteries. A nice, long peaceful stay at a spa sounds pretty good right now! When writing Out of the Ordinary, my characters spend some time at a spa, so I thought about that environment a lot.  I let my imagination run wild one day and came up with my dream vacation.

I’m not sure exactly where this blissful place is, but I know I’m at a resort, somewhere in the mountains. All the meals are healthy, there are not a lot of crowds, and the people I talk to are pleasant and fun. The weather is perfect, sunny most days, a rain shower or two when I’m indoors to enjoy it, cool and crisp in the evening.

I arrive at my destination all alone. That’s right, the honey is not with me. Oh Naomi, you say, that’s kind of harsh, but come on. You know how nice it is to spend some time alone, with no one to think about but your little old self. You, you, you, it’s all about you. Don’t worry, my love gets to join me in paradise later, but for now, I’m on my own.

I’m tired from the long flight, so I have a soak in my garden tub. There is a selection of bath salts to choose from, in a variety of scents. All the products are organic which is important to me, because I have super sensitive skin. After my soak, I take a nap. I order room service since I still crave peace and quiet. Traveling frazzles my nerve, and I’ve been in a plane for awhile since I know my dream spot is a destination far from home. I read a bit, or watch a movie, then sleep.

The next day, I wake up and attend a yoga class, eat a healthy breakfast, then go for a hike in the hills. I love hills, mountains, and rocks, and don’t get to see these in Florida. I’m in heaven! Of course, I overdue it on the hike, so when I return, after a quick shower and a healthy lunch, I get a massage. The late afternoon, early evening activity is something fun and crafty. I love working with clay, paper, beads, metal, you name it. Any project will make me happy. Another night alone, with a lavender scented bath, and I’m starting to feel good.

After morning yoga and a healthy breakfast, I go for a horseback ride, then my honey arrives! See, I told you he would get to come play with me. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and now that I’m totally relaxed, I welcome him with open arms. We both get a massage, and I get a facial too. He’s tired and takes a nap, and after my services, I join him. The nap turns into fun and love, then I’m drowsy and ready to snooze. He sleeps a bit more, than wanders the grounds, because he likes to explore. We both have a swim in the pool, then dinner, reading and television in bed, along with more hot lovin’.

Yoga the next morning, we hike together, then hop in a helicopter and view an active volcano. The afternoons consist of  lunch, reading, nap, art projects for me, he gets to watch sports and join a martial arts class. Dinner, a walk in the chilly air under a sky full of stars, or a few drinks and a good band, or we watch a movie on the big screen for evening entertainment. The next few days we have a cooking class together, we visit a wildlife preserve, more art and marital art classes, he gets to ride several kinds of motorcycles, and we take a long ride together and eat lunch at a place with a spectacular view at the top of a mountain.

It’s finally time to leave, and we fly home together. Wow, what a great vacation! It has all my favorite things. Lots of relaxing time to enjoy books, movies, napping, sex, good healthy food, exercise, and great scenery. One day, I hope to make this vacation a reality, two to three times a year.

How about you? Do you have a dream destination in mind, or something you would love to do on vacation?  I’d love to hear from you. Enjoy this excerpt, and happy holidays to you!

Excerpt from Out of the Ordinary

Out of the Ordinary coverEsme began to rub Star’s neck, and Star sighed. Esme’s strong hands felt good on Star’s tight muscles. Slipping away to la-la land, Star remembered she had a mission and pulled her mind back to the present.

“So, tell me about this party. Is everybody I saw at the dinner table a guest? Where do they come from?”

“Yes, they’re all guests from our home planet, Kastra. King Gaius likes to have company at his parties so he invites—” Esme suddenly stopped. “I’m not supposed to talk to you. I’m sorry. Here, I forgot to turn on the music. You just listen and relax. I’m going to apply a clay facial mask. We’ll let it set while I work on your legs and feet. It will help smooth out those blotches in your complexion.”

Esme flipped a switch and a melodic, pleasing tune began to play.

Do I have a blotchy complexion? Esme needs to talk to those diplomatic relations people. Star knew she would get nothing more from the young pixie, so she let herself drift off and enjoy the experience.

Her mind wandered to picture Adam standing naked near the hot tub. She didn’t want to think about that particular scene, she needed to focus on a way to get out of there. But her brain had ideas of its own, and naked Adam would not disappear. It hardly seemed worth the effort to try to think of something else, and he really did look quite divine, so she let her imagination roam.

In her fantasy, she rose from the tub to greet him. She had the body of an Olympic athlete, and hair from a shampoo commercial. Her skin was certainly not blotchy and her teeth were white as pearls. There were no annoying pixies around for miles.

They hugged, a firm, loving embrace. Both of their bodies were warm. Adam’s hands travelled down her back and caressed her butt, squeezing her firm cheeks. She explored his body, touching every inch of delicious skin she could reach. His cock grew hard and pressed into her stomach and moisture formed between her legs. She stood on her toes and rubbed her pussy against his cock, eliciting a deep moan from him.

Their lips met and Star and Adam kissed, not one of those tender, sweet butterfly kisses that drove her crazy with wanting more. This was a hungry, passionate invasion, both of them tasting each other’s mouth, him biting her lower lip to just this side of pain. The kind of kiss that set her mouth on fire and almost left bruises, the kind Star loved.

His hand stroked her breast, cupping and squeezing the firm flesh, and just as he lowered his head to suck her aching nipple, Star felt something cold and wet on her cheek. Is that Adam’s tongue? She jumped.

“Sorry to startle you. The clay is a little cool at first, but it will warm up,” Esme said.

With a sigh, Star’s allowed her mind to drift back to reality. Damn, it had been a good long time since she’d had a daydream like that. Her pussy was wet and wanting, and raw desire throbbed through her body. Even though she was scared, something about this place had awakened her senses. She actually felt more alive and vibrant than she had in a long time. As annoying as Adam was, a deep desire for him coursed through her. His teasing manner in the hot tub had been for her benefit, she was sure, to help her relax and his words had been sincere—he really did think she had a nice body.

She would have smiled with pleasure had her face not been solidified by the clay mask. This sensation was a welcome change of pace from the emptiness that had greeted her each day for the past year, and Adam was certainly a delightful break from the men she knew. He was strong and seemed smart, without being a bore. His sense of humour, well, anyone who could keep his wits about him under these circumstances was extraordinary. She found she looked forward to their next encounter, clothed or not.

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Melting Mondays – A Smoking Hot Excerpt from HK Carlton’s ‘Swap’

It’s Melting Monday again, and to make the start of the working week more bearable, here’s an exceedingly hot excerpt from HK Carlton’s debut release, Swap! Warning for those who don’t like this sort of thing: this story centres around a married woman and her equally married brother-in-law being drawn into an irresistible relationship…

He released his hold slowly, and I slid down his body until my feet were back on the floor. The delight fell from his face. My body warmed and my nipples hardened against his chest. He became very still, except for his erection digging into me. Then his hands were in my hair and we dove at each other. Our lips and tongues tangled, our breathing accelerated.

I tugged at the tail of his T-shirt with impatient fingers. He released my lips and raised his arms, helping me to remove his shirt. I pulled the cotton from his chest and over his head. Our eyes locked, and I wondered for a split second if he would stop. If his conscience would take over. He swallowed hard and reached for the hem of my blouse. It was loose enough that we didn’t need to take the time to unbutton it, so I raised my arms and he removed my top.

His eyes roved over the swell of my heaving breasts. He lightly skimmed his hand over my skin as he recaptured my lips. I whimpered into his mouth, feeling weak and dizzy. It felt like heaven to me. I’d waited so long to be kissed this way, by this man. He grazed the side of my breast with his hand. I wriggled and stretched to get closer to him. He spun me around so my back was against the kitchen island, then grabbed my hips and hoisted me up onto the counter. I opened my legs eagerly and accepted him between them. I moaned when his rock-hard cock pressed against my wet, throbbing cunt. I couldn’t help it. He felt incredible.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him to me as I explored his muscular back. I followed the waistband of his jeans around to the button and toyed with it, seeking his permission. When I felt his fingers release the snap on mine, a thrill shot through my body. I undid his jeans and began to ease the zipper down. He mirrored my actions and began to ease his hand inside to cup me. I wiggled to give him room, trembling with the anticipation of his strong fingers finally plunging into my aching pussy.

The phone rang and we jumped apart. He stared at me, his mouth slightly open, his chest heaving. I knew my expression must have been reflecting his.

“Let it ring,” he said breathlessly. I welcomed him back against me as I heard the answering machine pick up. You have reached Cheryl and Mike Leave a message at the tone

His fingers splayed into my slick, wet heat, sending pulses of delicious, fluttering shock waves through me.

He growled deep in his chest. “God, Hails, you’re wet!”

My mouth opened on a silent moan of pleasure as I palmed the full solid length of his cock. He thrust his tongue deep into my open mouth as he did the same with his middle finger inside my pussy. I rocked my hips forward, taking it deeper, demanding more. He slid another finger inside me so maddeningly slowly that I growled with impatience. It was so excruciatingly pleasurable that it burned. He increased the tempo, moving harder and faster, his curled knuckles slapping against my hungry pussy. His thumb butted up against my clit and I almost couldn’t stand the friction grazing the sensitive nub. I gasped, wrapping my hands around the edge of the counter, holding on.

He froze. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I whimpered weakly on a half sob, my body continuing to moving over his hand even though he had stilled.

Using the fingers of his other hand, he separated my lips, exposing my burning clit to the air. I gasped at this delectable new sensation. It was as if he knew how tender he was making me feel, and he knew exactly what to do to make it better. He began to stroke his fingers inside me again, finding the same tempo and rhythm I liked. It felt incredible. The pistoning action created a slight breeze as his other fingers held my lips open, exposing my aching bud to the cool air. It felt almost like someone blowing softly on it. It felt so fucking good it made me a crazy, frantic ball of violent need, centred solely on one purpose. I was going to come in his hand.

MikeYou home?” I froze at the sound of Cheryl’s voice on the answering machine.

Mike’s panicked gaze met mine. I was caught in suspended animation. On the edge of ecstasy, yet frozen with guilt.

I know you have to be therePick up.”

His eyes darted between me and the phone. I pushed at his hips, telling him to move back. As he did, his talented fingers slipped from my insatiable pussy. “Get it.” I felt almost angry with disappointment, strung tightly as a bow, waiting for any little sensation to splinter me into a million spasming pieces. My skin skittered with tiny pulses.

He was undecided for a split second before answering.

I hopped down off the counter, gathered my top and slid into it.

“Hello.” His voice sounded strangely deep.

I pulled my jeans back into place and quivered when the seam touched my sensitive clit. I pulled up the zipper and closed my eyes at the delicious sensation the buzzing vibration created.

“No, I was outside when I heard the phone ring,” he lied. She must have noticed how out of breath he was.

“No, I’m not up to anything. I was just getting my gear outta the truck.”

Lies, all lies. Her voice rose. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but I knew she was irritated. That was my cue. I caught his attention and thumbed towards the door, mouthing, “I’m gonna go.”

He gave me a look of disappointment, guilt and apology and I silently let myself out.

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‘Hot, Rich and Dominant 3 – Making a Scene’ Excerpt

Just to thank you for your patience and convince you that yes, I am working on Hot, Rich and Dominant 3, here’s a little taste:

The door into the open-plan office swung closed behind us, putting Stella out of earshot, but we stood in the hallway in silence, not looking at each other, watching the numbers on the elevator as it ascended to our floor. I fidgeted, trying to convince myself that I was expecting more than I’d get from Marc this afternoon. Just because he and I had something going on outside the office, that didn’t mean he’d disrupt both of our schedules for a quickie…did it?

The elevator doors opened, revealing an empty interior, and Marc let me step inside first before following. He hit the button for the floor on which his office was located and the doors slid smoothly shut.

The next thing I knew, Marc was pressing me back against the elevator wall with his entire body, tilting my head back to give me a hot, intense kiss. I sighed happily against his lips and surrendered, wrapping both arms around his neck and savouring the taste of his oh-so-talented tongue.

Marc broke off to rest his forehead against mine, and I gazed up into his dark eyes with a mental swoon. “I’ve been dying to do that all day, my sub.”

I couldn’t help it. I grabbed his head and kissed him this time, and he gave a low, approving growl as he dug his fingers into my hips and kissed back. Only the soft ding of the elevator as it reached its destination was enough to tear us apart.

In the now familiar reception area outside Marc’s office, I glanced around for the assistant I’d yet to actually lay eyes on. “Is your PA still on her honeymoon?”

“Apparently they decided to extend it a week, but personally, I think she’s gearing up to quit.” With a gentle yet firm grasp on the back of my neck, he guided me past the empty desk and into his office. “Which I can’t bring myself to care about, because her absence means I can do whatever I like to you in here, and she won’t hear any of it. Kneel.”

Sunday Snog – Hot, Rich and Dominant 2 Excerpt!

I’ve got enough of Hot, Rich and Dominant 2: Learning Curve written to share a little excerpt with you for this week’s Sunday Snog – let me know what you think! Feedback makes me write faster. 😉

As soon as I’d closed the door behind me, he stepped in close and pressed me back against it. Lightheaded from desire, I inhaled the subtle scent of his cologne and the man underneath, tilting my head up for his kiss.

He took a slow, lingering taste of my lips, then sighed against my ear, cupping my breast in his hand and teasing the nipple to hardness through the fabric of my dress. “I must be a masochist – suggesting we go out to dinner when I can barely control myself around you.”

As he pressed harder against me, I moaned at the feel of his erection against my abdomen. “We could skip dinner…”

“Are you wet for me, Eleanor?” he growled, sliding his fingers up the inside of my thigh.

I nodded, my cheeks on fire, and widened my stance instinctively, giving him access to check for himself. He rubbed me through the fabric of my panties and I clutched his shoulders, burying my face against his suit jacket to hide the intensity of my reaction. Pleasure rushed through my pussy as he teased my clit with a touch so light, it was barely there. My thong, already damp with arousal, became soaked within a minute, and my knees shook with the effort to remain standing.

“I don’t think you need to wear these to dinner, do you?”

Was he seriously suggesting I go out in public wearing a short dress and no panties? I was so wet that I felt as if my juices might start rolling down the insides of my thighs if things got any more intense.

I raised my head to protest that yes, I needed my underwear. The words died on my lips at the lust and amusement in his expression. It was a look that could have sent any woman with inclinations towards men swooning, and I didn’t even bother to play it cool. He’d already seen me writhing and moaning in his lap – to act as if I wasn’t his for the taking now would be a little redundant, especially since his fingers were just a thin layer of cloth away from plunging into my saturated pussy.

I kissed him, pulling his head down to mine and taking control. His breath caught, and if I hadn’t been so busy flicking my tongue out to taste his, I would have grinned at his startled reaction. Evidently, he was used to rationing kisses the way he saw fit. Well, if he wanted to take control back, let him – I’d enjoy every second of it.

The book will be released by the end of the month – watch this space!