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Blog Tour ~ Dangerous Submission by Lori Toland


Book: Dangerous Submission

Author: Lori Toland

Series: Dangerous Affairs #2

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10 synopsis British Agent Drake Steele never thought when he was hired on at the Serious Organised Crime Agency that his job would involve spanking a co-worker. But when the colleague is Lord Robbie Covington, the sexy red-headed computer hacker for SOCA and MI-6, Drake can’t agree fast enough to pop Robbie’s cherry and pull him into the sensual world of BDSM. Now they are caught up in a web of lies as they pose as members of the jet-setting crowd. Drake and Robbie have to race against the clock to stop a weapons haul that could threaten the safety of all Europe. As their covers begin to fade and danger is closing in, protecting Robbie is Drake’s most important task, but neither man is ready for the moment when their hearts are put on the line. excerpt

*******EXPLISET EXCERPT********

His eagerness to get started made me smile. I grabbed his shoulder and stopped. “Maybe you should take your shirt off before you get strapped in.”

He glanced down at it and took off his black thick-framed glasses. The apology he gave was muffled as he pulled his polo shirt off. Pale skin without a freckle anywhere on his slender frame made my mouth water. Unlike me, he had very little hair on his chest, just a tuft in the middle and a few stray hairs circling his flat brown nipples.

Encircling his slender wrist, I noticed how big my fingers appeared next to him. I guided his arms up and snapped the cuffs in place one by one. Once he was secure, I pulled on his bonds to make sure he couldn’t move too much.

Robbie pulled on them as well before he looked over his shoulder at me. “Why do you need to tie me down?”

“Because I’m not going to have you endanger yourself if you decide to move midstrike.”

Satisfied with my answer, he nodded, but as he turned away, he swallowed hard. He needed compassion but also needed to be aware of my competency.

I leaned in, placing my hand on his bare back to bring his attention to me. “Let’s get something straight right now. I won’t be questioned by you. You will do as I say, or I will turn you over my knee and spank you, regardless of where we are or who is in front of us.”

He flushed. “Anywhere, anytime?”

“Yes.” I punctuated the word with a crack of my whip.

He jerked, startled by the sound. “I’ll remember that, Sir,” he said.

As close as I was, the heat coming off him soaked through my clothes and into my body. He shivered, and it reverberated through every inch of my body. “Are you cold?” I asked.

“I’m fine, Sir.” The underlying tremor in his voice belied his calm demeanor, and he stayed tensed in anticipation of my next move. With him bound and waiting for my next touch, a heady thrill of power flowed through me.

If I stepped directly behind him, I was almost tall enough to notch my chin on the top of his head. The cologne he wore wafted up to me, and the dark scent beckoned me to come in closer.

Unable to resist temptation, I bowed my head to press my lips against his shoulder. He tasted salty from the light sheen of sweat, and the smell of his cologne mixing with his musk pushed me past the point of intelligent thought.

Without taking my mouth away from his delectable skin, I whispered, “These chains are also good for keeping you at my mercy. I can do anything I want, and there’s not much you can do to stop me.”

I expected him to stiffen against me in protest, but his eager cry came as a shock. “God, Drake, yes!” He shoved his hips back against me, the cleft of his arse sliding down my rock-hard prick.


Lori is giving away two prizes: one $50 gift card of the winner’s choice to Loose Id, Amazon, Barnes and Noble or ARe, and one $25 gift card of the winner’s choice to Loose Id, Amazon, Barnes and Noble or ARe. Winners will be selected by Rafflecopter.

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B ~ When you start to write do you always know how the story is going to end?

L ~ I usually don’t start writing a story until I know how it will end. Sometimes the ending is how I start working on my story. I have to know the characters will fall in love and end up together. Sometimes the ending changes a little but it always ends with love in my stories.

B ~ What was your favorite thing about writing M/M stories?

L ~ I enjoy writing the two men falling in love. Watching that with a couple and getting that warm fuzzy feeling of happiness of falling in love, that’s my favorite part. The moment where the two protagonists have finally realized this is the person he has to spend the rest of their life with, that is a very satisfying feeling to have.

B ~ What was your hardest part to write?

L ~ In Dangerous Submission, the ending was so hard to get just right. I knew how I wanted it to end but I had the hardest time trying to not turn them into big fluff balls with the ending, which wasn’t really true to their characters. It took several tries to get right but I finally did and I really love it.

B ~ When you are not writing what is your favorite pastime?

L ~ Reading but outside the book genre, I enjoy video games. I tend to like games where I can’t spazz out and die a lot. Like Portal, OMG, I died a lot in that. A LOT.

B ~ What is your all time favorite book/series? (this is a hard one for ANY book lover to answer 😉 )

L ~ I’ll go with The Vampire Diaries by LJ Smith. I’m definitely a huge fan of the books, but not a huge fan of the TV series (yeah, I know I’m in the minority here) and my favorite character is Damon. He’s such a misunderstood villain. Oh, don’t get me wrong, he is a dangerous blood sucker and a bad ass but he has such a soft heart for Elena. I love that.
Thank you so much for having me by! 🙂

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CEO by day, erotic romance writer by night, Lori Toland lives in Orlando where the summers are hot but the romance between her characters is even hotter. Writing since the tender age of 13, Lori somehow finds time to play video games and watch movies while taking care of her beloved cats and a husband who will forever be her hero.

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Teasers ~ Edge of Dawn by Lara Adrian

I have many friends who are caught up on this series I on the other hand am not just yet so this is for all you ladies who are waiting for this one to come out on the 26th… I got the teasers from Lara’s Website.


She has posted on her site for her followers that Scribd has the first 2 chapters posted as a preview.

You can go and read it on Scribd (chapters 1&2)

If you would rather read it from her website you can read them here just click on the Chapter and it will take you to her site:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Cover Reveal ~ Moving Forward by Erika Taylor


Book: Moving Forward

Author: Erika Taylor

Release Date: March 23, 2013

Cover Artist: Brett Fabrizio



Jesika Reynolds’ heart was left broken one year ago when her husband died, leaving her and her son alone in this world. Slowly, she started putting the pieces back together of her life. Knowing that she may never open herself up to love again. That was until the day Derek came into the picture.

Why does this gorgeous stranger seem to care so much, so suddenly?

Derek Jordan’s charm drew her in with an instant connection, and familiarity that helps her feel at ease. Her heart is falling at his feet, but as their relationship grows, so does a secret from both of their pasts that neither saw coming. One by one, the threads slowly start to unravel.

Can their newly sought love stand up against the secrets that life is unlocking to their pasts? Or can they decide together that moving forward and forgetting the past is the only option for them to find true happiness?



Let me start off by saying, I love my bestie Mallory all the time but sometimes… I really, really love her. She always knows how to pick my spirits up, or how to get me to do something I think is completely crazy, but is actually so needed. So, with that being said, the fact I haven’t seen Derek in four days sucks. No, scratch that, it completely blows.

Admitting that I actually have a crush on someone is still hard to admit to myself. It almost feels like I’m cheating on Jake. The fact that I’m thinking about seeing Derek more than thinking about how much I miss Jake is making me feel somewhat guilt ridden. Then again, I also know that it is something I need, I know I will never forget Jake…no matter who is in my life but that doesn’t make it any easier. I’m kinda confused by these sudden feelings I’m having for someone who is practically a stranger.

When I get home after being thoroughly disappointed again that there was no Derek at the school, I feel like I’m about to Hulk out. Maybe it’s the way he left me Friday night…a little worked up, hot and bothered, moisten between my legs…freaking feeling like a lioness in heat.

He’s a freaking tease. He did this to me on purpose.

I walk into my room and on my bed is a little purple with yellow polka dots gift bag with a card sticking out. I take the card out and it reads ‘Thinking of You in Your Time of Need’ on the front.

“Humph….” I say to no one in the room. I open the card and read it aloud. “Hey Jes! I know you’d never buy this for yourself, but trust me when I say, you need it! Seriously, I am your Best Friend. Love ya, Mal.”

I dump the bag over and pull the pink tissue paper away. “What the hell is that?” I say, again to no one. I pick it up and I swear I’m holding a bedazzled tampon holder. It’s small, fits in my hand and it’s slightly bigger than a lipstick holder. I go to open it and the damn thing starts buzzing and shaking in my hand. I drop it.

Holy shit!

Mallory bought me a battery operated toy. I start laughing thinking about our conversation after the concert. She was so right, I would never buy myself a battery operated toy or any kind of sex toy.

For the last year, sex has been the last thing on my mind. The fact that I’m now experiencing some signs of sexual tension makes me blush as the butterflies start to flap around because I know damn well who is responsible for these reincarnated feelings.


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~About the Author~

Erika Taylor was born into the army lifestyle as an only child. Being the only child, she learned to keep herself entertained by unleashing her inner tomboy. Fishing, navigating through the woods and tree climbing were a few of her favorite escapes as a child along with her fast growing love of video games. While she is still a down home girl at heart, she grew to love music and left the wildness behind. She is a devoted lover of music and a closet groupie. Genre of choice is always rock but she has been known to kick it old school from time to time and jam to the 90s greatest hits. Her passion for music fueled her imagination and she has since found at age twenty-nine that she loves to read. While reading didn’t seem to interest her growing up you will almost always find her with her nose in a book nowadays. Erika is currently a native to Oklahoma where she lives with her husband and five small children that they have combined between the two of them. She admits to loving caramel frappe’s, getting her hair done, Ace Ventura When Nature Calls and candy of choice being Airheads. She blames The Hunger Games book series for her newly formed addiction to reading, which has since brought on her desire to write. She is currently working on her debut novel “Moving Forward”.

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Teasers ~ Somebody’s Angel by Kallypso Masters

YAY teasers are starting for the next Rescue Me Series by Kallypso Masters.. You can follow and stay up to date on all things Rescue Me on her Website/BlogAs she posts them I will add them here. 🙂 This one is set to release this year not a set date just yet, but once I find out I will post it!

Now, who wants a little kink? This is an UNEDITED excerpt from the beginning of Somebody’s Angel. Those who have finished Nobody’s Perfect (Rescue Me #4) are aware that the fifth book in the series will parallel the timeline for Perfect beginning at the New Year’s weekend in Aspen then continues until beyond where Perfect ended.

The first book in the Rescue Me series, Masters at Arms, is free always and the second book, Nobody’s Angel, may still be free at Amazon from a January promotion, so everyone be sure to grab those if you don’t already have them or you need the updated versions. (Nov. 30 is the final update for the first three books in the series and Jan. 15 for Nobody’s Perfect. Now that the books are in paperback–no more revisions!) Click here for info about the series and buy links to available booksellers.



Twenty minutes later, they were upstairs in their suite. Angelina released a huge sigh. Everyone in the lobby seemed to be watching her. She was uncertain which were members of Marc’s family and which were staff. Apparently, the family hadn’t been alerted as to their time of arrival. Odd, but it wasn’t as if they had shown up at his family’s home unannounced. This resort was huge. They could probably hide out for a week without being found.

Enough fantasizing. She’d have to face them sooner or later. Dinner tonight, Marc had said.
Angelina looked up at Marc, furrowing her eyebrows. “Enough what?”
“Enough worrying. They are going to love you as much as I do, cara. This tug-of-war in your head has to end. Now.”
“The only butt I want right now is yours over my knee. Strip.”
Her heart thudded and she let her coat puddle at her feet. “Yes, Sir.”
She pulled the heavy sweater over her head, hearing the static crackling her hair. He’d insisted she go braless this morning—and he’d copped a few feels on the drive to Aspen. So, in seconds, she was half naked. His gaze lowered to her breasts and her nipples puckered.
Marc reached out to touch one nipple and the static electricity discharged, causing her to inhale sharply and pull away from the pain. He laughed. “We’ll have to explore the violet wand in the playroom or club sometime.”
While not on her list of hard limits, she’d never liked the idea of his using electricity on her body. If that tiny spark to her nipple had hurt that much, imagine what it would feel like with currents coursing through her entire body.
Angelina shuddered and reached for her pleated skirt’s waistband, until he stayed her hand. “Leave the skirt. Lose the tights.”
Her pussy muscles tightened. Mio Dio. As she anticipated his bare hand on her equally bare butt, her breathing became rapid and shallow. She needed this so badly after stressing over this meeting since Christmas. Well, after Christmas maybe. That day had been wonderful and they returned home to enjoy a special treat in the upstairs playroom, complete with candy canes. She’d never look at those giant candy sticks or their curved smaller counterparts the same way again.
Reaching up under the skirt, she snagged the waistband of her black tights with her thumbs and quickly shimmied them down over her butt to her knees before she sat on the bed to remove her shoes and take the tights the rest of the way off. She wore no panties, another of Marc’s commands this morning cluing her in that they would be playing at some point today. But on cold days like this one, he allowed her to wear tights if they’d be outside.
He’d always seemed to know how uncomfortable and unsteady she was in fuck-me stiletto heels, though, and only required them in certain playroom scenes at home that required little or no walking. A very considerate Dom.
When she dropped the tights onto the floor, his gaze roamed over her bare breasts and calves, heating her.
“Stand and present yourself.”
Angelina stood, cast her gaze to the floor in front of her, and planted her feet slightly more than shoulder-width apart. Her hands grasped her elbows behind her back, causing her breasts to jut out. Marc’s warm hands cupped her breasts and he pinched her nipples until she gasped.
“I love your tits.”
So I’ve noticed. “Thank you, Sir.”
He lowered his mouth to one, taking the nipple between his teeth and tugging until she nearly lost her footing, even though she was barefoot.
He stood and sighed, as if regretting he didn’t have time to continue exploring her breasts, and then he went to toy bag and unzipped it. When he pulled out one of his paddles, she almost took an involuntary step back. The paddle? Why? She hadn’t been bad.
Marc sat down on the edge of the bed and laid the wooden paddle on the bedspread beside him. The turquoise-colored bedspread enhanced the mirror image of the word “MINE.” That word soon would be imprinted in red on her butt. She hated the sting of that paddle. Damn Luke for making it, even though he had given it to Angelina so that she would be the one to present it to Marc, if she chose to. She could have withheld it, but the sentiment seemed sweet at the time. She’d get her revenge on dear, sweet Luke some day.
“Kneel.” He tossed a pillow from the bed in front of him, between his knees.
She was permitted to use her hands to get into a new position, so she released her elbows and used her hands on his knees to ease herself down onto the pillow. Once steady, her hands returned to clasp her elbows at her lower back.
“Remove my shoes.” She untied and removed the Guccis he had pulled from the back of the closet this morning. He didn’t usually wear them at home. She set them beside her discarded coat and sweater.
“You need to take your mind off dinner tonight. Please me with your mouth.”
Releasing her hands again, she eased down the zipper of his black [EXPENSIVE ITALIAN BRAND] pants. Reaching inside the opening, she pulled out his penis. She’d never grow tired of the sight of him, large and stiff for her. He leaned back on his elbows and she looked up at him.
Marc grinned. “No hands.”
Angelina scooted a little closer, knowing she’d need to support her chest if she wanted to have any control over the depth he could penetrate her mouth. As if licking a melting ice-cream cone, she let the tip of her tongue trace the engorged vein along the length of him, then returned to the head. His hiss and the bobbing of his penis told her she’d pleased him. He had been a little tense about this visit, too, so perhaps he needed this time as much as she did.
Releasing all thoughts of meeting his family, Angelina leaned as far forward as she could and wrapped her lips around the head of his penis, pulling him toward her then taking him deeper. At this angle, it was difficult to take him into her throat, so she concentrated on the head, flicking her tongue around the rim and the notch on the underside. He bobbed again and she tasted his salty pre-cum. She grew wet thinking about having him inside her. Soon, she hoped.
“Your mouth is so hot, Amore.
Emboldened by his words, she sucked the head harder and he hissed again, pumping his hips up until the tip of his penis hit the roof of her mouth. She loved pleasing her Dom this way and he loved it, too.
Suddenly, he placed his hands on either side of her face and pulled her away. Puzzled, she looked up at him.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth or on your face. We don’t have a lot of time to clean up. Stand, pet.”
She maneuvered herself to her feet and took a step back before resuming her presentation position, unsure what he wanted her to do next.
Marc stood as well, kicking the pillow away, and unbuckled his belt. He released the button. “Remove my pants.”
Unclasping her hands, she reached out and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his pants and lowered them. As usual, he went commando and his penis stood out, fierce and erect, surrounded by tufts of dark curly hair. Impulsively, she placed a kiss on the tip as she continued to pull down his pants.
“You did not have permission to do that, pet.”
Marc sat down so she could pull the pant legs the rest of the way off. She fought the urge to straddle him. They were being formal now and she needed to do as she was told. She’d learned a lot about discipline living with him these last few months. She needed to remember her training and not let her impulses get the better of her, or she probably would pay for it. She glanced at the paddle again.
“Across my lap. Now.”
Angelina swallowed hard and lay across his lap wutg his penis poking into her stomach and her body evenly distributed on either side of his thighs. Her hair hung loose and curtained her face—not that he could see her anyway. She felt herself grow wet, anticipating the sting of his hand on her butt.
“Hands on the floor.”
Shit. She didn’t like that position, because it left her with very little control—so open and vulnerable. However, she did as he’d ordered and placed her hands flat on the floor. His penis now pressed against her pubic bone and each swat of his hand would send a jolt to him, as well.
He lifted her short skirt and his warm hand caressed her butt. She squirmed when his fingers traced the crack to the swollen folds of her pussy.
“So damned wet for me, pet. Thank you.”
“No, thank you, Sir, for making me wet.”
His finger slid inside her opening and she squeezed him in welcome. They hadn’t made love this morning and she wanted him inside her so badly. However, it wouldn’t happen for a while at least. Perhaps not for hours—even days. Sometimes he preferred to leave her wanting and needing for long periods before he gave her the relief she so desperately needed. He pulled out his finger and she hoped he’d touch her clit now and give her some relief.
Not expecting the spanking to start so suddenly, her breath hitched in surprise.
His hand came down on her other butt cheek equally hard and she squeezed her cheeks together. Several more swats rained down on her in quick succession and she held her breath as the familiar warmth spread over her bottom.
“Open wider for me, pet.”
Oh, no. She hated when he struck directly on her pussy or clit. Knowing it would only be worse if she didn’t respond quickly, she angled her left leg toward his knee, exposing herself to him fully.
“Oh, mio Dio!” His hand struck directly on her clit and she jerked, trying to avoid the next blow.Swat! No such luck. Tears ran down her nose. The release of tension as he continued to spank her left her sobbing, then the familiar euphoria she’d come to experience left her floating. Bliss.
The paddle landed on her left cheek and surprised her, stinging her sore skin and bringing her back to the present with a vengeance. How long had she zoned out?
The pain burning in her butt caused her to clench her cheeks, which only made the fire burn even hotter. New tears flowed.
Cool air blew over her burning cheeks; Marc was finished with the spanking. His cool breath only caused gooseflesh to break out, increasing her pain level. He knew it, too. She jumped as the cold aloe he used after spanking her made contact with her sore ass, but soon it helped take the sting away.
His hand stroked her back in a soothing manner as he waited for the ointment to dry. She hiccupped.
“Shhh, pet.” Marc helped her off his lap and she went into his arms as he sat her on his lap and enfolded her in his arms. Her butt stung, but she only wanted to be held. He stroked her hair and she laid her head against his shoulder, accepting his gentle ministrations.
“You’re mine, pet.”

Teasers ~ Play With Me by Kristen Proby

Okay so I am SO happy that I took time to read this series. You can see the reading order HERE.
I am ecited for more from this bunch! I love them so!!!

So the next book in the Series is Play With Me it is Will’s story, it is set to release in March. If you go to Amazon right now you can get all 3 of the books so far for only $0.99 (well 2 novels and 1 novella) just click HERE to go see for yourself. 🙂

Well with out further ado… here are the teasers that she has posted so far, you can go to her website/blog to keep updated on the books.


“Remember, this is a first draft, and may be edited before publication! Happy Reading! xo”






Teaser 1

“Okay, what are we drinking to this time?” I ask and look around the table at my friends and their men. All of the parents left the party a few hours ago, and all that’s left are Jules and Nate, Natalie and Luke, Stacy and Isaac, Brynna, Matt, Caleb and Will. All of the other guests have gone home, leaving the eleven of us to drink shots and laugh and catch up.

I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.

If I drink this next shot, I just might forget the escapade in the bathroom with Will.


Probably not.

Speaking of Will, he keeps watching me, sipping a beer, quiet. But I ignore him and lift another shot of tequila in the air. So far, we’ve toasted babies, rock and roll, tattoos, shopping, and shopping again.

“Here’s to orgasms, and the three I’m going to have tonight!” Natalie exclaims, earning fits of giggles from the rest of us girls while the boys – all except for Luke – grumble about TMI.

“To orgasms!” we all concur and slam the shot.

I stopped using the training wheels of lime and salt three shots ago.

I glance back over at Will, who’s now in a deep conversation with his brother Caleb, and despite my clearly drunk state, my thighs clench just at the sight of him. Geez. He’s all broad shoulders and muscles and blue eyes.

I should have done him in the bathroom.

Stop it! That’s just drunk and horny Meg talking.

“So, Meg,” Jules slurs as she leans over toward me and plops her arm around my shoulders. “Why are you still single, my beautiful friend?”

“Because my job is my relationship, my equally as beautiful friend.”

“That sucks.”

“It’s fine.” I wave her off and take a sip of my fifth margarita. Damn, I really should have eaten more at dinner.

“Does your job give you orgasms?” Natalie asks as she crawls into Luke’s lap.

“No,” I giggle.

“Then it’s not fine,” she responds smugly.

No, it’s not fine, but it is what it is. I need to change this subject.

“You should sing something,” Jules claps her hands and bounces in her seat.

“You are all starting to kill this really great buzz I’ve got going on.”

“Sing!” Jules demands.

“I can barely talk. No singing. I haven’t sung in a long time anyway.”

“Okay, then let’s dance.” Jules stands, and then wobbles. Nate pulls her in his lap, laughing down at her.

“I think it’s time I take you up to the room, baby.” She cups his face in her hand and smiles up at him.

“Okay. Can I have some orgasms?”

“I think I can make that happen,” he replies with a smirk.

“No fair!” Natalie exclaims. “I want orgasms!”

Dear God, did we always talk about orgasms when we were drunk in college?

“Then let’s go up to our room too, I’ll give you those orgasms.” Luke kisses Nat’s cheek and stands with her cradled in his arms.

Jesus, Luke Williams is in the same room with me, talking about orgasms.

This is crazy.

“I’m out too.” I slam one last shot, grab for my purse and stand. The room spins a bit, but I brace myself on the back of a chair and take a deep breath.

“You’re not driving are you?” Nate asks.

“I’ll call a cab.”

“I’ll take you home.” Will stands too and is suddenly at my side, gripping my elbow.

“You drank too,” I remind him.

“I had one beer. I’m fine.”



“I’m in the middle of a season, Meg, I can’t drink much.”

“What kind of season?” I ask as the room spins slowly around me. I’m vaguely aware of snickering happening around me but I’m too drunk to kick anyone’s ass.

“Football,” he says gently and brushes my hair behind my ear.

“You want to play football?” I’m so confused. “I’m too drunk to play football.”

Will laughs and shakes his head. “No, sweetheart, I will play football on Sunday. With my team. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re a football star.” I wave him off and turn toward my friends. “He’s a big time football player. Did you know?”

Natalie giggles at me. “Meg, you’re funny. I’m glad you’re hanging out with us again.”

“Dude, you got her?” Caleb asks.

“Yeah, I got her,” Will confirms.

“Who you got?” I ask.

“You, drunk girl. Come on.” He turns to lead me toward the exit, and I start to follow him, but for some reason my feet don’t work very well.

“Um, Will?”


“I lost my feet.”

“What?” he laughs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t find my feet.”

Why is everyone laughing at me? This is serious!

“Okay, I’ve got you.” He lifts me effortlessly into his arms and cradles me against his chest.

“You don’t have to carry me.”

“If I want to get you in the car and take you home, I think I do.”

“I thought you wanted to play football.” I yawn and lean my head against his shoulder. Hmm… he still smells good.

“Not tonight.”

“I think I’m drunk.”

“What was your first clue?” he chuckles.

“Don’t make me hurt you, Mungumry.”

“Yeah, you scare me.”


“What kind of car is this?” I ask.

“It’s a Shelby.”

“Is Shelby your girlfriend?” I ask, mortified. Holy shit! I made out with a guy who has a girlfriend!

“No, this car is a Shelby Mustang, Megan.”

“Oh. Then who is your girlfriend?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Why not?”

“No time.” He shrugs. “No one has interested me, until very recently.” He mutters that last part, and before I can ask him what he means by that, he pulls up to my townhouse.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“You’re welcome. Stay there.”

I don’t think I could get out of this car if I wanted to. It sits really low to the ground, but it’s nice. The seat is comfortable.

Suddenly the passenger door is open and Will is leaning inside, pulling me out of the car. He gets me to stand, and then lifts me again.

“I could probably walk now.”

“I doubt it. Just don’t throw up on me, please.”

Well, I didn’t feel like throwing up until he said something. Now my stomach is rolling and I have that icky feeling in the back of my throat.


“Where are your keys?” he asks.


“Do you want me to get them?”

“Yes.” Just breathe. Just breathe and you won’t throw up.

“Okay, I’m going to stand you by the door. Just lean on the wall for a second.”

Is he speaking English? I don’t understand him, all I can concentrate on is not throwing up. He shuffles through my bag and produces my keys.

“This one.” I point to the house key and he unlocks the door and scoops me up again, carrying me inside.

“You don’t have an alarm system?” he asks with a frown.


“Why not?” he demands.

“Too expensive. Fuck, put me down.”

He lowers me to the floor and as soon as my feet hit the ground I sprint to the bathroom, and hurl about two bottles of tequila into the toilet.

It never tastes as good coming up as it did going down.

Oh, sweet Jesus, make it stop. My stomach convulses and shudders, and I feel a sweat break out on my skin.

Suddenly my hair is scooped back off my face and a cold cloth is pressed to the back of my neck.

Fuck, I forgot he was here. How mortifying.

“You can go,” I mumble and rest my forehead on my arm, still cradling the toilet.

“I’ll stay.” His voice is firm and maybe a little grim.

“I’m okay, Will.”

“I’m not leaving you like this, so shut it.” He gently lifts my head and presses another cold cloth to my forehead, making me moan in delight.

“That feels good.”

“I know. Are you done throwing up?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, let’s get you in bed.”

“Hey!” My head jerks up and I pin him with a glare. “You’re not getting me into bed.”

“Yeah, I am. Don’t worry, sweetheart, no hanky panky.” He grins and I groan as another wave of nausea hits. I’m suddenly bone-tired.

“Okay.” I stand and he wraps an arm awkwardly around my waist. He’s just too tall for his own good. “I’m fine, Will. The worst is over. You can go.”

He glares down at me and wipes my face with the cool cloth. “I’ll make sure you’re asleep before I leave.”

“Why? I haven’t exactly been nice to you.”

“Because I’m not an asshole, and the sooner you realize that, the better.”

I frown at him, not understanding him at all. He opens the drawers in my dresser, shuffling through clothes and socks, then turns to me with a scowl.

“Where are your pajamas?”

“I don’t wear pajamas.”

“So what do you wear to bed?” he asks and plants his hands on his hips.


He closes his eyes and exhales deeply, then searches through my drawers again until he finds an old t-shirt and throws it at me. “Here, put this on.”


“Because I’m climbing in that bed with you, and you can’t be naked or I will be an asshole.” He looks almost angry.

“Turn around,” I murmur. When he’s facing the other direction, I quickly unzip and step out of my dress and pull the t-shirt over my head. I’m not wearing panties, but the t-shirt is long enough that you can’t see so I don’t care. “I don’t think I can take my sandals off without falling over.”

Will turns to me and his eyes soften. “You look so young right now.”

“I’m sure I look like shit, but okay. Sandals?”

“Sit.” He kneels before me and takes my shoes off, and then tucks me into the bed. He unbuttons his shirt, lets it fall off his shoulders and drapes it on my desk chair. Holy muscled body, Batman.

“Your place is nice,” he mutters.

“Hmm.” I close my eyes to block out the delicious image of a mostly-naked Will. I hear the zipper of his pants and the rustling of him stepping out of them, and then the bed dips as he crawls in beside me. He turns me away from him, and pulls my back against his front.


“Why are you still here?” I ask sleepily. I should demand that he go, but damn if this doesn’t feel good.

“I don’t know,” he whispers.

Teaser 2

“Is this really what you want to do all day?” I ask, lounging at the end of his couch. I’m in one of his old Seahawks jerseys and his boxer-briefs, since I don’t have any clothes here, and my hair is up in a knot on my head, no makeup.

Dear God, I must look horrific.

I glance over at Will, on the opposite side of the long, plush black leather couch. It’s really unfair that he looks so good in just basketball shorts and an old t-shirt.
“Why, is there somewhere you wanted to go?” he asks and flips through channels on his uber-huge television. We are in his media room, full of plush furniture, the outrageously enormous television – dear God, is he blind? Who needs a TV this big? – Seahawks memorabilia, a wet bar, a pool table. Basically a big ol’ man cave where boys can hang out and do boy things.

“No, I’m just surprised.” I lean back and plop my feet in his lap, getting more comfortable. He immediately wraps one big hand around the arch of my foot and rubs with his thumb and I sigh in contentment.

“It’s nice to relax once in a while. We haven’t really just hung out together much.” He offers me a soft smile, and my stomach flips, just a little. Gosh, he’s pretty to look at.

And he’s right. It feels good to be lazy. I’m still super tired from last night at work, and just lounging in Will’s extraordinary home with him all day is relaxing and perfect.

“Are we okay,” he murmurs, drawing my attention. His eyes are sober, and he’s watching me closely.

I turn my head to the side and offer him a half smile. “Yeah, we’re okay.”

He just nods and flips the channels to a show about whales on the Discovery channel.

“I’m hungry,” he announces.

“You’re always hungry,” I laugh and kick his thigh gently. “You just had a huge sandwich an hour ago.”

“Let’s order in pizza.”

“Let’s go get the pizza and bring it back,” I suggest.

“I like having you here, in my jersey, in my house, where I don’t have to share you and you don’t have to share me and we can just be.”

“Be what?” I ask.

“Us.” He pulls me into his lap and kisses me senseless, plunging his fingers into my hair and moving those amazing lips over mine. Then, just as suddenly as he started, he pushes me back onto the couch and reaches for his phone. “I’m calling for pizza.”


“You are such a fucking cheater!” Will is glaring at me from his position on the floor, his back against the couch, xBox controller in his hands. God, he’s adorable when he’s irritated with me.

“I am not!”

“All you’re doing is pushing all the buttons at once and waving the controller all about,” he accuses me. He’s right. I have no idea how to play this shit, and making him crazy is hilarious.

“It’s called strategy, Mr. Football Star.” I bat my eyelashes at him and laugh as his scowl deepens.

“You’ve never played this, have you?”

“Madden Two Thousand Thirty-Four? No.”

“It’s Madden 2013, smart ass.” Now he’s laughing at me. God, he’s fun.

“I’m still kicking your Seahawk ass. The guy with your name on the jersey looks nothing like you, by the way.” I pick up my soda and sip from the straw. We are surrounded by junk food. Pizza boxes, chip bags, cookie containers, you name it. It looks like a twelve-year-old’s birthday party exploded in here.

It’s fucking fun as hell.

“It’s a video game, babe, not a music video.”

I throw a chip at him, hitting him in the head, and he turns to glare at me. “Did you just hit me in the head with a freaking Dorito?”

“No.” I shake my head innocently and back up on the couch as he lays the controller on the coffee table and turns to me.


“You deserved it, smart ass.”

“I know what you deserve.” He kneels in front of me, grabs my hands and pulls me toward him and then in one swift move, pulls his jersey up over my head. “I don’t think you can borrow this anymore.”

“Fine.” I lean back against the couch again and cross my arms over my naked chest, covering up my breasts. Will’s lips twitch but he holds his smile back and gives me a mock-glare and grips his black shorts at my hips and yanks them down my legs and throws them over his left shoulder.

I think they land in the salsa.

“Those are mine, too,” he murmurs, his eyes glassing over as he sweeps his gaze from my face down my body.

I move to cross my legs, but he holds them still, hands on my thighs, and pushes himself up between them so his pelvis rests against my own and his lips are inches from my face.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks softly.

I shrug, my smart mouth having suddenly left me, and just stare up into Will’s sea-blue eyes.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs and kisses my forehead, my nose, over to my dimple. “I love this dimple. Makes you look so innocent.” He smiles against my cheek and kisses it again. “Of course, I know differently.”

I chuckle and slide my hands up under his t-shirt, over the smooth muscles of his back. “Get naked.”

“I will.” He kisses his way over to my neck and runs his hand down my face to my breast to tease my nipple. I suck in a breath and squirm beneath him.

“Naked,” I repeat but he just chuckles and keeps up the torment, running those hands over my body, those lips down my throat to continue the torture of my nipples. Oh dear God, that feels good.

“Your skin is so damn soft.”  He’s on his knees again, kissing down my stomach to my navel where he pays special attention. He grips my hips in his hands, holding onto me, and bites and kisses my stomach, brushes his nose over it, and then kisses it some more.

Jesus, when did my stomach become an erogenous zone?

He suddenly jerks me to the edge of the couch and pushes my thighs wider apart and sits back on his heels, just looking at me.

“So damn beautiful,” he repeats. He raises his hand to my face, his eyes on mine, and runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek, brushes my lower lip with his thumb, and then traces the pad of his index finger down the hollow of my throat, down my sternum, my stomach, over my navel and my pubis.

I can’t move. I’m completely in his trance. For Godsake, we went from me playfully cheating my ass off on a video game to intense sexual tension in the matter of seconds.

Suddenly, he turns around and fishes an ice cube out of an empty soda glass and pushes it into his mouth. His eyes smile up at me before he lowers his head, and very gently, places a kiss right on my metal. His cold lips send a zing through my core and I raise my hips in response.

“Holy shit, that’s cold!”

He chuckles and does it again, but this time he slides down, hollows his cheeks and sucks my lips into his mouth with the cold ice and I about come apart. I grip his hair in my fists and hold him to me but he backs out of my grasp and shakes his head.
“Grip the back of the couch with your hands, babe.”


“This is going to get intense for you, and it’ll be even more so if you can’t touch me.” He gently caresses my thigh with his hand. “Trust me.”
I do.
So I grab the couch above my head and watch him. He smiles reassuringly and kisses my thigh, then fishes out another ice cube, but instead of pushing it into his mouth, he spreads my labia with one hand and, eyes on mine, guides the ice from my anus, through my folds, and up to my clit.
“Watch this, Megan.”

Teaser 3

I’d love to go to Will’s but I ended up working late. It’s almost 4:00 a.m., and he has a game tonight, so I decide to just go home and not bother him. I’m still driving the Rover. It’s much fancier than my Toyota sedan, and is fun to drive.

My phone suddenly starts ringing and I frown when I see Football Star flashing across the screen.
“Where are you?” he sounds sleepy.
“In your car. I just left work; I got out late.”
“Are you on your way here?” he asks and I hear the covers rustle as he moves in the bed.
“I think I’ll just go home. You have a game tonight, you should get some sleep.”
“I’m fine, babe. I’ll sleep better if you’re here. I kept waking up every few hours checking to see if you were here anyway.”
I chew my bottom lip. Who am I kidding? I want to see him. Get naked with him. Thank him for earlier.
“I’m on my way,” I murmur.
“Good.” I hear the smile in his voice as he hangs up.
I drive through his gate and park in the garage. He’s left a few lights on in the house for me, so I turn them off as I make my way upstairs. He’s in bed, asleep, naked from the waist up with the white linens wrapped around his waist.
He looks tan and sexy and…mine.
I strip down to nothing and slide into the bed, over to him, and wrap myself around him. Head on his chest, arms and legs wrapped around him, clinging to him.
He wakes and holds me, kisses my hair, runs those magical hands down my back, and the next thing I know, he’s rolled us so he’s on top of me.
“I missed you,” he whispers against my ear.
“I missed you, too.”
He kisses my dimple, and then over to my lips and offers me soft, sweet kisses. He gently nibbles my lips, and then slides his tongue into my mouth, taunting and playing with me. I run my hands up his back and then down to his ass and smile against his mouth when I find him naked.
His ass is really spectacular.
He pushes my legs apart with his and settles himself between my legs, not moving, just resting there, kissing me, brushing my hair rhythmically with his fingertips. I continue caressing his back, his sides, his arms, and we are just content to love each other softly. Be together.
I raise my legs and hitch my thighs around his hips, opening myself to him. I feel my wetness against his sex, and he groans as he slides effortlessly against me.
“So wet,” he whispers.
“Need you,” I whisper in return. He pulls his face back and gazes down at me, runs the backs of his fingers down my cheeks and slowly, oh-so-damned-slowly, sinks inside me.
His eyes close as he reaches my cervix and is buried balls-deep inside me. He rests his forehead on mine and starts to gently move, letting me get used to him, allowing my body time to accommodate him.
“Your body is already learning mine,” he murmurs. “It’s easier this time, isn’t it?”
“Mmm…” I moan and circle my hips, inviting him in further. I clench around him when his pubis rubs the metal against my clit.
“Fuck, that piercing is going to be the death of me,” he mutters and I giggle. “You have the most beautiful smile.”
He disarms me. With just a few words, or a touch, this man completely disarms me.
His hips begin to move a bit faster, a little harder. His lips circle around a nipple and he sucks greedily, making it harden even more. He pays the other the same attention and I writhe beneath him, as my body becomes just sensation. His beautiful cock is moving deliciously in me, his strong body is blanketing me, his hands still running through my hair, his mouth on mine… I am draped in him, and yet I can’t get enough of him.
“I love the way you love me,” I whisper. He grins against my mouth and pushes his cock all the way inside me, grinds his pubis against me, and holds himself there until I come apart around him, my muscles spasm, my hands clench onto his ass, pulling him in even tighter.
“Ah, hell, honey.” I feel his body tighten and he’s coming with me, emptying himself inside me.
He kisses me softly and then pulls out of me and lowers his head to by belly. He rests there, his cheek against my navel, arms wrapped around my waist, and falls asleep.
I think I just fell in love with him.

Teasers ~ The Game Changer by J. Sterling

If you follow J. Sterling’s website/blog then you will know that she has been working on The Game Changer and she has posted some teasers and as she posts I will add them here…


I’m pretty sure this scene won’t change, but please keep in mind that it IS unedited and my editor is a total bad ass, so you never know.

I’ve got a pretty good start on the book and my only complaint is that I can’t write as quickly as I think. I feel like a freaking slug sometimes. I know you all want to know WHEN WHEN WHEN is TGC coming out, but I can’t tell you until I’ve finished writing it. Just please know that i’m planning for a Spring(ish) release.  That’s not too far away.  So hang tight kittens.  🙂

Teaser 1 (Jacks POV)

And just like that she was gone. But not before saying the two fucking words that plague my nightmares. This girl is always asking me to “prove it.” I deserve it after everything I’ve put her through. She doesn’t trust me anymore.

I wouldn’t trust me either.
It’s ironic though right? That I’m the one left standing all alone in a parking lot this time. I swear if my heart could leap out of my chest and into my hands, it would. I imagined that for a moment…the blood trickling through my fingertips, splashing onto the concrete below as I watched it slowly pound out its last beats before stopping altogether. 
My life does not make sense without this girl. And now she’s gone. 
How is it that I’m always losing her?

Teaser 2 

I closed my eyes, drinking in his vow. Part of me cringed, acknowledging the vulnerability that coursed within me. I needed to be stronger than this. But as much as I wanted to believe that Jack’s mistake with Chrystle was a one time major screw up, I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t fearful.

I was.
And I wasn’t sure how not to be.
“Do you believe me?” he asked, his expression filled with worry.
I fought back the tears that formed in my eyes, “I want to.” I longed to bottle my anxiety up and put it on a shelf where it only came out for special occasions, but I didn’t know how. Right now it lived on the outside of my skin, like an extra layer of warmth I couldn’t shed no matter how hot I became. My emotions had taken full control over every other part of me. I’d become victim to my own insecurities.
“I’ll show you,” his forehead pressed against mine as he continued. “I’ll never lose you again.”
“What if I want to be lost ?” I teased with a serious tone and watched as he pulled his head from mine.
“I won’t let you.”
“You won’t let me?” I mocked, secretly loving the way he wanted me.
Jesus Cassie, you’re a fucking nutcase right now. Pick an emotion. Pretend like you’re in charge here.
“No. I won’t let you. End of discussion,” his mouth remained stoic.
“That wasn’t really what one would consider a discussion.”
“Because there’s nothing to discuss. I’m not leaving you ever again. And you’re not leaving me. No matter how pissed off I make you, or how frustrated. I fucking love you and I’m not going anywhere.”
I attempted to fight back the smile that formed. “And I love you. But really, if you ever cheat on me again I’ll cut your nuts off and hang them from the Empire State Building.”

Novella Excerpt/Teaser by Michelle A. Valentine!!

Okay so she is doing a novella with Noel’s POV. It is set to release in January  I am excited for ANYTHING Black Falcon!!! So I wanted to share with you all  everything I have come across so far! I am trying to be patient and wait but I NEED more! For those who have not yet read the first book Rock The Heart it was a great read!






After Noel Falcon professed his love to the one girl who truly holds his heart in the palm of her hand, he decides to try his damndest to keep Lane Vance in his life forever this time. There’s no way he’ll let her slip through his fingers again without a fight.

The instant they are together Noel begins to plot a way to ask his headstrong lady-love to be his wife, but every attempt to pop the question is foiled by a string of mishaps that prevents him from the perfect moment to get the job done before he goes back on tour with Black Falcon.

Distance is a bigger challenge than Noel expects, and the one-eyed beast of jealous raises its ugly head when Lane takes on a job working on an ad campaign for Embrace the Darkness. With Striker—a man that’s made it clear in the past he’s very interested in more then her business sense—lurking around her constantly, Noel’s wants to claim Lane now, more than ever.

Chapter 1

Light flickered across the room as the bus rolled down the highway. The constant rumble of the wheels below us comforted me as I held the woman I loved in my arms. This was finally home. Everything I needed was on this bus. Lane had finally chosen to give herself over to me and be completely mine.

I traced my fingertips over the soft skin on her bare shoulder as she rested her head against my chest. I admit I was shocked to see her in the bar earlier tonight at the end of my gig.


That Riff could be a sneaky bastard.


 I never expected to see Lane so soon, but he knew how much I had been suffering and took it upon himself to arrange for us to talk things out. Over the few days we where apart after Sophie and Mike revealed they completely fucked up my life, I’d gone over everything I wanted to say to her at least a million times. How sorry I was. How it was wrong for me not to try harder to make things work between us. I should’ve stood up to Sophie after she tried trapping me in a relationship I didn’t want for the sake of a child—a child that turned out to not even be mine.


I closed my eyes and tried not to think about that, and how stupid my thought process was over the whole situation. The idea of being the best father I possibly could’ve been clouded every judgment I made in all the other aspects of my life, including the way I tried to keep my relationship with Lane a secret until I figured the Sophie thing out. It was wrong of me to ask her to be my secret, and the realization hit me hard when I thought she’d left me for good.


The bus slowed down. Our driver, Jimmy, probably needed to hit the head.


Lane stirred in my arms. “Are we nearly there?”


I smiled and ran my fingers through her brown hair. “Not yet. We still have an hour or so.”


I couldn’t wait to get her back to my place in Kentucky. I knew after she saw it, she’d finally agree to move in with me. It was the perfect place for us. When I bought it, I was looking for someplace like my parents place on Cedar Creek Lake back in Texas. As much as I hated to admit it, I missed that place like crazy. One of the best weekends I’d had in a long time was when Lane took me home with her. Hopefully, my place would remind her of being home and safe.


She lifted her head, and placed her chin on my chest. I took a lock of her brown hair and twirl in around my finger. There was odd comfort in doing that. At times I wished it were physically possible to wrap her entire body around me like I did with her hair on my finger. It was crazy to love someone so much, I know, but I couldn’t help it. Being around her made me want to be a better man.


Big Bertha jerked to a stop and Lane pushed her self up on the bed. She raised her arms over her head in a delicious stretch. I tucked an arm behind my head and took in the sight of her bare chest in the moonlight. I bit my lower lip as I trailed my eyes over every inch of her body. It was amazing how fucking sexy she was.


She dropped her arms into her lap and whipped her head in my direction. Her lips pulled in a heart-stopping smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”


I furrowed my brow, but couldn’t fight back my grin. “How am I looking at you?”


Lane shrugged. “I don’t know, like you’re studying me.”


A chuckle escaped from me as I sat up with lighting speed and pulled her back down in bed with me. I brushed a lock of stray hair from her face and then traced her delicate jaw line. She really was absolute perfection.


“Maybe I am studying you.”


She readjusts her head on the pillow. “Why?”


“Just wondering why you came back to me tonight? I mean, I was fully prepared to grovel to win you back, but I was just giving you space.”


She sighed and brought her hand to cup my face. “I left to give you time to figure things out. You just had your entire world rocked. I didn’t want to add any more drama to your life.”


This was one of the reasons I loved this woman. She actually cared about my feelings. No one had ever done that before. She was the only person who ever put me first in their life. Not even my parents did that. The only time she ever took herself into account was when she left me on that dock, but she was right to do that. I never used to put her first back then, and I see now how shitty that made me. Her leaving me pushed me to succeed. It drove me. In a way, I owe her thanks for that.


I leaned my head down and placed my lips on hers. “You are my world, and you’re welcome to dramatize it all you want.”


Her lips turned up into a smile. “I think it’s time we live drama free for a while, don’t you?”


I nodded and stroked her face.


Drama free? Was there really such a thing? Life for me had always been filled with it. The only time I’d ever experienced true peace was on stage. The surge of the crowd and the heavy thump of the drums always pulled me into almost what felt like another dimension and made me forget all the bad shit in my life. It was true I felt nearly the same way in moments like this one with Lane, but deep down I had to always fight back the fear that someday I’d fuck things up and she would decide to run from me again.


Then it hit me. I needed to make this thing between us permanent. I had to show her I meant what I said earlier at the show, that I was hers forever.


I stared into her green eyes and made a silent promise to myself that somehow, someway, I would make this girl my wife. The mere thought of us being apart again caused an ache I didn’t think I could bare. Yes, giving her my last name would rectify that fear.


Lane reached up and tapped my temple. “What’s going on in that brain of yours? I know that look.”


Damn. She caught me. I wasn’t prepared to tell her about the thought that had just crossed my brain. She would’ve probably given me the speech about taking things one day at a time. I hated that fucking speech. I was ready to live in the moment—the here and now with her. If she could only see through my eyes for a second, she would know how I felt about her. There wouldn’t be a question on my motives. She would know I loved her to the depths of her soul and how completely she rocked me in every way.


“You’re still doing it.”


I bit my lip. She wouldn’t leave me alone until I gave her an answer. I knew how relentless she could be. I shrugged and replied as coolly as I could. “Just thinking about surprising you with something.”


She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “What kind of surprise?”


“Now, why would I ruin it by telling you?” I teased.


Lane’s lips pulled into a smile. “Guess I’ll have to withhold sex until you tell me.”


I grabbed her around the waist and rolled her over on her back. Every inch of my body covered her nude flesh and my cock twitched at the nearness of her moist heat. I ran my right hand up her side, knowing full well the effect of me being so forward had on her. I pinned her gaze with my eyes and licked my lips.


She squirmed beneath me. “You’re cheating!”


I licked her bottom lip. “How is this cheating?”


Her legs moved further apart and I slid my hips between them. My throbbing dick pushed against her folds. I ran my nose along her jaw and inhaled the intense scent of her hot skin. Fragrances of sweet shampoo and a mouth-watering perfume filled my nose. Every sense in my body went on complete overload by her nearness. I dragged my lips across the flesh of her neck and when she tipped her head back, letting a moan escaped from her parted,  pink lips, I knew she wanted what I was about to give her.


I slid my hand down her belly until it found the point where our bodies were about to connect. Only one finger glided into her and she bucked her hips against my hand. I ground the palm of my hand against her clit, giving it the intensity she craved. She gasped and closed her eyes. The urge to taste her raged inside me, so I snaked my tongue out and licked from the base of her throat to her chin. Lane opened her eyes and grabbed both sides of my face in her hands and crushed her lips against mine. A primal need to take her, to feel her, pushed through me and a growl rumbled in my chest.


I loved it when she was forceful with me. It turned me on instantly when the need to be pleased in her eyes. She was practically begging for me to fuck her senseless.


“Noel.” She said my name with a mixture of pain and desire in her voice. My breath came out in ragged spurts and I nipped her earlobe between my teeth. The way I felt about her was crazy. It was primal and raw, and I needed to connect with her in every possible way.


I circled her clit with the tip of my finger in a forceful rhythm. Her eyes rolled back and her entire body shook as she came hard against my hand. While she was still in the moment, I grabbed the base of my shaft and guided into her, not allowing her to time to come down from her orgasm.


“Oh. God. Yes!” she cried as I plunged into her.


Knowing I was making her scream like that was nearly enough to drive me over the edge right then and there, but I held back and tried to pretend the feel of me sliding in and out of her wasn’t the best fucking feeling in the world.


Her nails racked along my back all the way down to my ass, where she grabbed it with both hands as I worked her. Lane held my gaze and chewed on her bottom lip. I couldn’t resist. I bent down and kissed her, grazing my teeth along that lip.


“I love you,” she whispers against my mouth. “Forever.”


I closed my eyes. It was the word I’d told her earlier, that I was hers forever. To hear her confirm the same feeling I had nearly caused me to choke up.


Lane must’ve sensed the emotion welling-up inside me, because she pushed my shoulder, forcing me on my back.


I gripped her hips in both hands as she positioned herself over the head of my cock before impaling herself with it. She gasped as she took in my length to the base. Memorized by the site of her, I couldn’t peel my eyes away as she rocked her hips in a steady rhythm. Long strands of her brown hair cascaded down her back and she reminded me of an angel in need of her body being worshipped.


I sat up and wrapped my arms around her and she arced against my hands. Her muscles around my cock clenched, making it nearly impossible to hold back. “Fuck, Lane.”


Both of her hands found my chest as she braced herself against me as she picked up speed. She knew I was getting close and enjoyed getting me off.


I cup her right breast as I sucked her pink nipple into my mouth. My eager tongue flicked across it as she slammed down hard on me. The warmth of our connection flowed through me as I inhaled the scent of her desire. I leaned back to take in the sight of her enjoying the ride. She was getting close again. I could tell. She always grabbed her own tits when she was nearly ready to come. I watched as she plucked her left nipple between her fingers before rolling it and moaning.


“You are so fucking sexy,” I told her as I watched her kneed her own breast.


She grinned and leaned in and kissed my lips. I splayed my fingers across her ass and encouraged her to ride me faster. Lane whimpered as she ground her clit against me with each buck of her hips. I loved that I could make her come while I was deep inside her. Most girls I’ve been with, I didn’t care about making sex last long. I was only looking to get off. There never was a connection with any of them. But, with Lane, it was different. Making sure she was satisfied pleased me nearly as much as letting go inside her.


“Come with me,” I whisper roughly in her ear. There was nothing better than that. Mutual gratification between us simultaneously was exactly what I craved.


Lane’s moaning grew louder as she rode me with determination. She working hard to comply with my request and I watched under my hooded eyelids as she tipped her head back and screamed out my name as she came for the second time.


“Fuck.” The sight of her letting go caused a shudder to rip through my entire body as my cock erupted and I filled her full.


She collapsed against me and I kissed her cheek over and over still craving more of her. “I love you so much.”


Never in my life had I loved another person as much as Lanie Vance, and I knew that now more than ever. I had to figure out a way to make her mine forever.
I leaned my head down and placed my lips on hers. “You are my world, and you’re welcome to dramatize it all you want.”

Her lips turned up into a smile. “I think it’s time we live drama free for a while, don’t you?”
I nodded and stroked her face.
Drama free? Was there really such a thing? Life for me had always been filled with it. The only time I’d ever experienced true peace was on stage. The surge of the crowd and the heavy thump of the drums always pulled me into almost what felt like another dimension and made me forget all the bad shit in my life. It was true I felt nearly the same way in moments like this one with Lane, but deep down I had to always fight back the fear that someday I’d fuck things up and she would decide to run from me again.
Then it hit me. I needed to make this thing between us permanent. I had to show her I meant what I said earlier at the show, that I was hers forever.
I stared into her green eyes and made a silent promise to myself, that somehow, someway I would make this girl my wife. The mere thought of us being apart again caused an ache I didn’t think I could bare. Yes, giving her my last name would rectify that fear.
Lane reached up and tapped my temple. “What’s going on in that brain of yours? I know that look.”
Damn. She caught me. I wasn’t prepared to tell her about the thought that had just crossed my brain. She would’ve probably given me the speech about taking things one day at a time. I hated that fucking speech. I was ready to live in the moment—the here and now with her. If she could only see through my eyes for a second, she would know how I felt about her. There wouldn’t be a question on my motives. She would know I loved her to the depths of her soul and how completely she rocked me in every way.
“You’re still doing it.”
I bit my lip. She wouldn’t leave me alone until I gave her answer. I knew how relentless she could be. I shrugged and replied as coolly as I could. “Just thinking about surprising you with something.”
She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “What kind of surprise?”
“Now, why would I ruin it by telling you?” I teased.
Lane’s lips pulled into a smile. “Guess I’ll have to withhold sex until you tell me.”
I grabbed her around the waist and rolled her over on her back. Every inch of my body covered her nude flesh and my cock twitched at the nearness of her moist heat. I ran my right hand up her side, knowing full well the effect of me being so forward had on her. I pinned her gaze with my eyes and licked my lips.
She squirmed beneath me. “You’re cheating!”
I licked her bottom lip. “How is this cheating?”

Marc & Angelina’s Christmas Play Scene – Kallypso Masters

Okay I woke up to this in my news feed this morning! I LOVE these!!!! She couldn’t post the link to her Blog because it was restricted or some reason and I had the same issue so here it is. (pretty much copied and pasted it from her site! So that I can post and share on FB)….


I hope the holiday season is going well for everyone and that you have given and received many blessings. May the New Year bring many more!
As I promised my friends on Facebook and at my recent book signing in New York City, here’s a bonus scene for you with Marc and Angelina that won’t appear in any of the books in the Rescue Me series. Those who are up to date with the series know that Marc and Angelina came together in Nobody’s Angel (Rescue Me #2) and ended with a Happy For Now after their first week together. Several months later, they’re long-overdue for Happily Ever After, but those who have read Nobody’s Perfect (Rescue Me #4) know Marc is going through a bit of a crisis. The heart of the problem will be revealed in Somebody’s Angel (Rescue Me #5, due out in sometime in 2013), but the bonus vignette below takes place on Christmas Day of last year, before the disastrous New Year’s weekend in Aspen. They’re both very much in love and oh so compatible in the bedroom—and the playroom.
Of course, I can’t continue their story in the next book on such a blissfully happy scene. Still, I wanted to share it with you as my gift for your ongoing patience. Writing this scene also has stoked the fire for me to start working in earnest on Somebody’s Angel in the next week or so. (First I have to get Nobody’s Perfect in paperback form, along with the first three books in the series which went into paperback versions earlier this month. And in my next blog, I hope to share some photos and stories from my paperback launch reception during my mini vacation with my daughter to New York City before Christmas. I’ll post some buy links below for the paperbacks, which are only available online at CreateSpace and Amazon right now.)
But first, Marc and Angelina… (Please excuse typos and incorrect word choices—but I need to hit the road this afternoon to get home to hubby and I have lots of packing to do!). 
This scene takes place after they have visited Damián’s apartment with a special delivery for Marisol, as depicted in Nobody’s Perfect.
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Marc’s Christmas Scene for Angelina 

Angelina removed Marc’s sexy elf hat and ran her fingers through his hair as his Porsche tore down the highway toward Aspen Corners. She hoped they wouldn’t be too late, but knew Mama wouldn’t start serving dinner until they arrived. She just didn’t tell Marc that. Let him think he might miss out on some of Mama’s fantastic cooking.


Her mind turned to what had made them late. “What do you think that was all about with Savi?” Seeing Damián’s friend freaking out over the kitten two hours ago had her worried. She hoped they’d done the right thing in bringing the rescued kitten to Marisol for Christmas this morning. Damián said he liked the idea, anyway. His being allergic to little Boots made her doubly worried.


Marc squeezed her hand. “She appeared to have some kind of flashback, but Damián’s had enough of them to know what to do. Don’t worry, cara.”


She nodded. It was ironic that Damián would find a lady with PTSD issues, too. “She seems really nice, and Marisol is adorable. I can see why Damián’s so smitten with them both.”


“I just hope Savi doesn’t re-injure that rib. She scared me this morning when she jumped up and ran.”


Angelina leaned over the console and pressed a kiss against Marc’s cheek.


“What was that for?”


“For caring so much, even about a near stranger. You’re a good man, Marc D’Alessio.”


Marc kept his gaze on the road ahead. “I think you’re biased, Amore.”


“Maybe. I’m in love, too. But if you weren’t so wonderful, then I wouldn’t be biased orin love.”


His smile told her she hadn’t freaked him out telling him she loved him, not like it used to do anyway. The two rode on in companionable silence. As they came through the last pass, she glanced at the road leading to Cassie’s cabin and wondered what the woman planned to do for Christmas. Maybe she should have invited her to join the Giardano gathering, but Cassie would almost certainly have declined, especially with all Angelina’s brothers there in full force. She was such a sweet girl. Too bad she kept herself closed off from everyone the way she did. Everyone but Karla and, by association, now Angelina to a slight degree.


Snow clouds hovered over the mountain peaks to the right. She wondered how much accumulation there would be today and tonight, hoping it wouldn’t be enough to impede travel. She and Marc wanted to get back to Denver tonight. He said he had a special Christmas scene planned for her up in their playroom. She couldn’t wait.


But wait she would, because Marc loved to make her squirm with anticipation. She was getting better at not peppering him with a dozen questions, because she knew he wouldn’t tell her anything. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder.


“So, is my Christmas scene going to involve a certain jolly old elf?”


He reached over and pinched her.




“Who are you calling old?”


She rubbed her thigh. “I meant Santa Claus, you big oaf.”


He chuckled.” After playing the elf today, I naturally assumed you meant me.”


“Well, of course I expect it to include you. Hmmm, maybe a threesome.”


Marc’s face grew serious. “I don’t share you with anyone. Not anymore.”


There had been a time when he’d practically thrown her at Luke. She remembered the time with the three of them on her sofa, too, not that Marc had done anymore more than restrain her with his body for Luke’s pleasure. Okay, her pleasure, too. But she knew Luke wasn’t the right man for her. She was destined to love Marc for the rest of her life.


“Now I wonder what an elf might use on a naughty little sub?” She tapped her chin as she pretended to think about it, hoping he’d divulge something, but he remained silent. “I’ve heard some elves can get quite creative with candy canes.”


“How did you…I mean, we’ll see. You know I’m not going to tell you.”


Oh, but that was a tell! So, he planned to use a candy cane. She read once that they made for an incredible sensation when inserted into a pussy. Is that what he had in mind? She remembered the time he’d put minty toothpaste on her clit. Would a minty candy stick burn as much? Would he use one of those great bit ones?


Angelina flushed at the thought. Mio Dio, she wanted to get back home as soon as they could.


Moments later Marc pulled into her Mama’s driveway, putting all thoughts of their upcoming playtime on the back burner for a while. Her youngest brother Tony came outside the house wearing a red and blue ski sweater. He shook Marc’s hand. The two tolerated each other, but until there was a ring on her finger, Tony was going to ride Marc’s ass to make an honest woman of her and not expect him to be a forever kind of guy.


Tony gave Angelina a crushing hug. “Merry Christmas, baby.”


“Stop calling me baby.”


He released her and tweaked her nose. “Not a chance.” Marc opened the trunk.


Tony let her go. “Need any help carrying things inside?”


Soon the three of them were loaded down with presents as well as the dishes Angelina had offered to bring for today’s feast, including some of her favorite anise-flavored Italian cookies. She hoped Marc would enjoy them.


The next couple hours were filled with food and laughter around the table. When her brothers went to the family room to gather around the TV set to watch a bowl game, Marc surprised her by staying with her and Mama to help clear the table.


“Don’t you want to watch football?”


“I love football—just not the American version.”


Ah, so her Italian stud had brought with him a love of soccer from the old country. Angelina actually enjoyed watching the World Cup much more than a bowl game. One more thing they were compatible in. She’d never dreamed she’d meet someone so perfect for her. Especially not a Dom, after she’d sworn off BDSM altogether with the disastrous introduction she’s had with Allen Martin.


Marc set the silverware in the sink and turned to her. “What was that thought?”


Angelina looked over at Marc. She hadn’t even realized he’d been watching her. But he always seemed to be attentive and knew her every thought sometimes. Or at least knew the emotion behind it based on what he read on her expressive face.


“Nothing. Just thankful to have found you. That’s all.”


“Ah, but I found you first.”


“Yeah, well, I was trying to block that out of my memory, so it took me a while to realize you had rescued me at the club. I found you at Rico’s, though. It helped that I wasn’t in subspace. I remember that more clearly.”


He reached out to pinch her nipple and she turned quickly to make sure Mama hadn’t seen, but she was walking back toward the dining room to gather more items. Angelina tried to brush his hand aside anyway, but he just squeezed harder.


“Ow. What was that for?”


“To remind you that, even though you have no cognizant memory of our first time together, your body retains the feeling memory of that time.”


Her clit zinged as she remembered how he’d reached inside the subbie blanket and he’d brought her off with just a touch.


Marc smiled. “See? You do remember.”


Her face grew flushed and he gave her nipple one more pinch before letting her go. “Here, Mrs. Giardano, let me take those.” Angelina fanned herself as Marc went to retrieve whatever Mama held and carried a stack of scraped plates to the sink.


Tonight couldn’t come fast enough. And neither could she.

Angelina nude

Marc checked to make sure the red satin sash was securely fastened over Angelina’s eyes before he opened the door to the playroom. He’d let her take a look at the way he’d decorated the room later, but she’d peppered him with so many questions on the way home, he thought it best she remain in suspense a while longer. When would she learn that a little anticipation was good for her—and him? He’d have her howling tonight—a number of times.


With an arm around her waist between her back and her cuffed hands, he led her toward the spanking horse. They hadn’t played on this particular piece of equipment before. He’d continue to work with her on the St. Andrew’s cross and was confident he’d replaced all the bad memories of that apparatus with much more pleasant ones.


But tonight, he wanted to see her ass red and her pussy weeping for him in readiness.Dio, he’d missed being able to touch her today. Judging by the way she’d stroked his thigh and eventually his cock on the drive back, she was ready, too. Good thing he’d pulled over to the emergency lane before he wrecked the Porsche. He’d ordered her to give him a blow job before he’d been able to continue the rest of the three-hour drive home. Merda, the woman’s hands—and mouth—did something to him that made it hard to concentrate. Watching her deep throat him made him hard as a rock now.


But tonight was his gift to her—at first, anyway. When they reached the horse, he halted her. He released the clamp on the padded leather cuffs he’d restrained her with down in the bedroom.


“Use your hands to separate your tits for me.” She did so. He wanted to see one tit on each side of the bar, her nipples easily accessible to him. Dio, he loved her big tits.


“There are kneelers just in front of your feet. Stand on them.” The toe of her shoe bumped into the left one before she raised her mule-encased foot onto the velvet pad. She soon had her other foot on its pad. The shoes had a three-inch heel, which was about as much as he wanted to see her in. She was none too steady in anything higher anyway.


“Good girl.” He placed one hand on her abdomen and the other between her shoulder blades and applied slight pressure to her back. “Now, bend over.”


Her hesitation barely noticeable, she leaned forward, trusting him not to let her fall as he guided her into position on the center beam of the spanking horse. The joint of her hips was right at the edge, just where he wanted her. When he’d set up the equipment, he’d adjusted the arms of the horse to where he thought her arms would be. Perfect fit. He knew her body so well after the last few months. Not nearly as well as he wanted to learn it in the months and years to come.


“You can release your tits and stretch out your arms as if on a cross.” She’d seen this piece of equipment before and stretched out onto the padded arm rests in perfect position. “Good girl.” He saw a smile on her lips, then moved to the head of the apparatus and took her head between his hands, guiding her forehead onto the padded cushion and making sure her face was positioned properly inside the hole. He then strapped her waist to the center bar.


“Nod if you can breathe comfortably.”


She nodded. He’d instructed her that she was not to make a sound unless given permission or to count the blows. Keeping her from being so vocal was an area of discipline in which they still had a lot of work to do, especially when she was ready to come. He loved hearing her express the pleasure of her orgasm, but he also wanted to enjoy her more in public and needed to work on quieting down her responses to being pleasured—a little, at least. Tonight, though, he wanted to hear her scream his name as she came with him buried deep inside her. Not yet, though.


After adjusting the kneepads to make her comfortable—for now—he went to his toy bag and pulled out what he’d be using tonight. He loved sensation play with Angelina. She was so fucking responsive.


Angelina waited. She’d never been on the spanking horse before. The name alone made her wet. She loved being spanked—and Marc was built like a horse. She hoped he’d fill her pussy with every inch tonight. With all the Christmas preparations, they hadn’t really had time for play or even vanilla sex for the last five days. She was primed and ready.


Something soft and fuzzy brushed up her thighs and over the cheeks of her butt. She pictured the heart-shaped paddle he’d used on her several months ago in the great room at the club when he’d begun her training as a sub. But she was his sub now. Forever.


“You know the drill, pet. You’re permitted to speak as you’ve been trained to do.”




The soft paddle came down on her left cheek. “One, Sir. Please may I have another?”Only harder this time. With something other than that wimpy paddle? But she’d behave for now, unless he continued to go easy on her, in which case she’d release the brat inside.


After several more love taps with the fuzzy paddle, Marc’s fingers spread open her shaved lips, exposing her wet pussy and clit to the much cooler air.




“Holy…” She hoped she’d caught herself in time, but the paddle had come down hard on her swollen clit, surprising her. “I mean, four, Sir. M-may I have another?”


“Of course, pet.”


This time, she braced herself for the paddle to her clit again. Instead, she felt Marc’s tongue stroking her clit hood and coaxing the little nubbin to engorge even more. Oh, yes. Keep doing that.




Holy Mother of God! The pain radiated from her pussy to her thighs as the pain of the direct impact onto her exposed clit. What number were they on?


“Five, Sir. Please may I have another?”


No more blows were delivered. Marc rammed what felt like to fingers into her pussy hole and she tried to move toward him, but the belt around her waist and the arm restraints made that impossible. She moaned.




Oh, yeah. He didn’t want to her hear expressing her pleasure this time. She needed to rein in her responses.


He removed his fingers and he nearly groaned with regret before catching herself. The sound of crinkling cellophane filled her ears. Ah, the candy cane. When he pressed the tip against her pussy, she immediately realized this was no tiny cane, but one of those inch-thick sticks it took forever to finish as a kid. He continued to press the stick inside her and she didn’t feel anything at first. What a disappointment.


She heard more cellophane and Marc came up near her face. “Turn toward me.” She did, and he pushed the sash onto her forehead. He was licking the straight end of a smaller candy cane and smiling. He wore his green elf hat from earlier, but looked anything but innocent. There was a wicked gleam in his eye.


“How does your pussy feel?”


She wasn’t sure how much of the stick was inside her, but the image of the other end sticking out of her hole made her clench her vaginal muscles. “Full.” Suddenly, the ring of muscles around her opening began to grow increasingly warm. “Hot now.”


He grinned and stuck the candy cane into his mouth right up to the curve of the stick, coating it with his saliva. He took it out. “Face down.” Just before she averted her eyes, she saw him practically deep- throat the cane again.


His hand spread her clenched butt cheeks, which she’d contracted to keep the now-burning stick from falling out, not that it seemed to be going anywhere.


“Relax your sphincter.”




“Silence, pet, or you’ll be punished for your lack of discipline.”


The tip of the wet candy cane pressed against her asshole and she fought to relax, but the thought of the burning to come made that nearly impossible.




The stinging in her butt cheek told her Marc’s patience wasn’t going to put up with any disobedience, so she relaxed as he’d instructed and felt the smaller peppermint coated candy stick insert into her anus. While not nearly as big as the butt plugs he’d trained her with, the heat of the peppermint oil, already wet from Marc’s mouth, soon heated up her smaller hole.


Don’t scream. Remain quiet for him. Please your Dom.


The litany went on and on. Marc stroked her but cheeks down to her thighs and up again. He pulled the larger cane out, then rammed it inside her very wet pussy again where it bumped against the smaller cane, causing pain to bloom in her ass. She clenched her sphincter tightly around the sugary torture device that had her burning for Marc’s penis. But she knew she wouldn’t receive that Christmas reward for a while, not after she’d gotten him off just a couple hours ago on the ride home. He was satiated for now. She’d learned the man’s endurance was beyond anything imaginable during that first week they’d been together.


Marc pinched her left nipple, causing her to jerk as much as she could, then he clamped it with one of the alligator clips he was fond of using lately. The teeth bit into her flesh, but with the flow of blood cut off, it soon grew numb as he walked around the horse to do the same with the other nipple. She knew the real pain would come later, when he removed the damned things.


He stepped away again and she missed the heat of his body. “Now, where were we?”




Ow! The sting of a leather tawse came down on her right upper thigh. Where indeed? “Um, six, Sir.” She hoped. “May I have another?”


“Very good, pet. Your levels of concentration are improving.”


His words warmed her heart, but not quite as warm as her ass and pussy holes and the residual stinging where he’d smacked her.




“Seven, Sir. Please may I have another?”


He continued with a steadily increasing intensity of blows landing on her butt cheeks as she counted. Fifteen. Twenty. Twenty-five. She pictured the candy canes bobbing up and down as she flinched and tried to squirm away from the stinging leather. Her cheeks soon were hotter than her candy-filled holes, but the feeling of pain receded. She tried not to moan, but she wanted to come so badly.


Without warning, the larger of the canes was removed. “Turn your head and look at me.”


She did so and looked up at him with love and hoped she’d pleased him. Without smiling he pressed the candy cane against her lips and pressed it inside. The taste of her own juices mixed with the peppermint was very sensual and she closed her eyes as he pressed it further into her mouth.


“I said look at me.”


She complied immediately and he began fucking her face with the stick as she looked up at him. Deeper and deeper the stick went toward the back of her throat. Mio Dio, she couldn’t deep throat a candy stick. It would tear up her throat making it hard for her to take him there for days to come. But she wasn’t going to tell him to stop. During playtime, her body was his to use as he wished. He’d never abused—or disappointed—her yet.


Marc removed the stick before pressing any further. He smiled. “Good girl.”


Relief flooded her. She’d pleased him.


He reached up to unsnap the crotch of his leathers and his cock sprang out. Without having to tell her, she opened her mouth and he soon filled her, going deeper than where he’s stopped with the cane on his very first stroke. His hands held her head in place, as if she was going anywhere, and he pushed himself down her throat. She’d long ago lost the gag reflex, loving to give him head every chance he’d let her, and heard him moan as his cock slid into her tight throat. She wished her hands weren’t restrained so she could play with the curly hairs on his balls, but would have to content herself with this for now. He pinched her nostrils closed and soon she tightened around his cock even more as she tried to gasp for breath. Pressure built in her chest, but he released her and withdrew. She was disappointed that she hadn’t gotten him to come for her.


He walked back down to the juncture of her legs. The coarse hair of his legs stung as they brushed against her tawse-reddened thighs, but she soon forgot the pain as he rammed his cock into her. The smaller cane moved back and forth as he pumped into her, causing her sphincter to go into spasms. She wouldn’t last much longer.


Marc’s finger flicked the hood of her clit and she clenched her teeth. You do not have permission to scream.


Sweat broke out on her forehead, soaking her satin sash, as she fought for self-control. Marc removed the candy cane from her butt hole and reached up to stroke the sides of her breasts.


“Come for me, pet. Loudly.”


He removed both of the tit clamps simultaneously. The pain rushed into her nipples as blood flow was restored.


“Holy shit, that hurts! Oh, Gesu, yes! It hurts so good!”


His finger rubbed her tender nipples as he continued to pumped his rod inside her. The explosion bubbled up. “So close. Come with me, Sir!”


And he did.

I am getting my Blog Tour cherry popped!!!

I am so excited!!! I get to participate in my very first Blog Tour!!!!

You can keep up to date on what is going on with her on her:

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I am going to be posting my thoughts on Kelsie Leverich’s book The Valentine’s Arrangement. On January 3rd. I also did an interview with Kelsie, Ronnie and Kale! I am also going to be doing a giveaway! The book goes live January 1st. Here is the list of all her stops!



For those who are looking forward to reading the book here are some teasers for you… as well as the first chapter and the blurb!

For an Extra little excerpt go to Whirlwindbooks blog this is her first stop on her blog tour. 🙂


          With the freezing cold temperatures and the achromatic scenery, Fort Drum New York is the epitome of a dull and dreary winter; that is until cupid’s annual vomit infects the city with pink and red and yes, hearts and flowers.

            Ronnie Clark, an edgy tattoo artist with hopes of high tailing it out of this forsaken Military town she followed her now ex-fiancé to, is counting down the days until Valentine’s Day – a pathetic excuse for a holiday, is over.  Ronnie doesn’t do love.  She doesn’t do flowers or dates, and she sure as hell doesn’t do romance.  After her fiancé slept with a female solider while deployed, she has vowed never to fall in love again, especially with a soldier.
            But as karma, fate, or the mocking divine powers of the universe would have it, her promise is put to the test when she is scheduled to do a tattoo on Sergeant First Class Kale Emerson.
SFC Emerson has no family to come home to and no girlfriend anxiously waiting for him, so when he returns to the states for R&R he only has one thing on his mind, returning to his deployment to finish leading his soldiers on their mission.  The last thing Emerson wants is a relationship. Relationships aren’t for him, but casual sex, that’s a different story.   And when he meets the renowned tattoo artist Ronnie Clark, a snarky, blunt, takes no prisoners kind of woman, that seems to be all he can think about.
Against Ronnie’s best efforts to withstand temptation, she finds herself not only attracted to the clean cut, put together Kale Emerson, but she finds herself giving into the very thing she has sworn against; a soldier.  Holed up in her house, determined to hide away from the fluff and mush that inhabits Valentine’s Day, Ronnie gets a little carried away with Kale when he surprises her with a visit.  After mind blowing sex that makes Ronnie slam on the brakes while leaving Kale wanting more, they decide the only way to continue this and keep true to their no romance or relationship mottoes would be to come up with an agreement; a just sex policy, their very own Valentine’s arrangement.
But when Kale realizes he has met his match with a bombshell woman who is hell bent against love, will just sex be enough?  And if it’s not, will he be able to convince Ronnie that the proverbial hearts and flowers aren’t so bad after all, even if he is a soldier?

Chapter 1

          Three more days and this hearts and flowers shit would be over.  Three more days and the boxes of chocolates filled with things that should definitely not be paired with chocolate would be cleared from the shelves, the cheesy ‘Be Mine’ balloons would deflate, and those damn stuffed gorillas, holding giant hearts, singing ‘Wild Thing’ would be put to rest.

It was almost Valentine’s Day in upper state New York and the typical achromatic atmosphere at Fort Drum was replaced with shades of pinks and reds; complete with love banners and window decorations filled with hearts and chubby babies holding arrows.  It was Ronnie Clark’s personal week of hell.

            Needless to say, Ronnie was not a fan of the lovey, dovey mushy shit; in fact, that was putting it graciously.
            It was getting late, and Ronnie was listening to the soft tick of the second hand on her watch as she softly pressed the needle dipped in black ink into the hip of some lovesick barracks brat who had finally landed herself a Private.  You would think these girls would learn, right? Soldiers are lonely, and yes, they look damn good in uniform, but the young single ones are dangerous.  They fall hard and fast and pull you in with their puppy love eyes and promises of forever. These girls know it too; they are looking for it, and once they find it, it’s a ring on the finger, a judge officiated ceremony, and more often than not, it’s matching ink declaring their love for one another. Blah blah blah…
            “Alright Kara, I’m almost done with this locket.  Are you sure you want me to put Craig’s name under it?  Names are not fun to cover up and I charge double to do it.  I’m giving you your chance now,” she said as she wiped the ink on Kara’s hip, smearing it across the Celtic locket.  Branding was not Ronnie’s thing, but in this town, she was lucky if she went an entire work week without getting stuck doing at least one.
            “Yes, I’m sure.”  She narrowed her eyes at Ronnie before she turned them to her eager new husband that was holding her hand.
            “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Ronnie mumbled under her breath.  Oh how she wished she could just slap some sense into this girl.  Sure, Craig was every shade of hot and even Ronnie had an image of him without his uniform on begging to be brought to the forefront of her mind, but he was not tattoo worthy.  No man was.  No man was that damn permanent.
            “Your 6:30 sketch consult is here,” Harold said, popping his tiny ass head into Ronnie’s room.
            Ronnie slathered some ointment on top of the freshly branded flesh.  “Tell him I will be there in a few, I’m just finishing up this girl’s latest mistake.”
            “Ronnie!”  Harold admonished, but he knew good and well that Ronnie said and did what she wanted and even he couldn’t stop her.  She was too good of an artist to let go anyway.  She was the best he had ever seen.
            Ronnie lifted her head and raised her eyebrows at Harold, challenging him.  He just shook his head and walked away.
            “Alright, keep it clean but don’t mess with it too much.”  She covered the girl’s tattoo with a non-stick bandage and taped it down before turning and cleaning up.
            “Harold will check you out.”  She stood from her chair and headed out of the room without as much as looking back behind her.
            Most would call her rude, but she liked to think of it more as ‘real’.  She didn’t sugar coat anything and she wasn’t going to pretend to like you if she didn’t.
            Ronnie sashayed to the front of the tattoo shop. She had one last client tonight and then she could slip off her heels and go home.  Sure, she was going home to nothing, and not because her fiancé was still deployed and overseas, but because her fiancé was now an ex-fiancé and her solo living arrangement was now irreversible.  Apparently her fiancé had a problem keeping it in his pants while he was gone, and his squad’s female medic just so happened to be the lucky one to help him with his little, and she did mean little, dilemma.  Okay, maybe she was being a smidge too hard on him…nah.
            The shitty thing about it all, well other than her fiancé sleeping around on her, was that she found out from someone else.  His best friend, who just so happened to be deployed with him called and told her what was going on. When she confronted her fiancé about it he didn’t even deny it, just acted like she should forget about it.  He was half way across the world, how could she possibly think he could wait that long?  Fucking prick.
            “Kale Emerson?” Ronnie said, scanning the waiting room.  There were only two people there, one was Harold’s intern who was waiting to do his nightly bitch work, and the other one was a fuckingly handsome Captain America impersonator.  He was tall, broad, and his well-defined arms were bulging through the thin material of his shirt.  His sandy brown hair was cut short, barely enough on top to run your hands through, and of course he had to have blue eyes that seemed to grab onto hers with a force that held her captive.  And for the first time in a long time, she felt vulnerable.
            Kale Emerson turned around as a melodic voice sang out his name.  Standing next to the front counter, was a brunette bombshell in the sexiest purple heels he had ever seen on a woman’s feet, making her damn near as tall has he was.  Her legs went on forever and her almost black hair hung down past her shoulders and curled at the ends.  Kale would like to say he saw her deep brown eyes first, but lying wasn’t his strong suit and so help him if those lips weren’t the first thing on that gorgeous face that caught his attention. They were plump, full, and cherry red and they parted into a smile when his eyes finally locked on hers.
            Kale sauntered up to the counter and outstretched his hand.  “Hi, I’m Kale.  I have an appointment with Ronnie.”  The woman looked at his hand but didn’t make a move to place hers in his.
            “You’re looking at her,” she said bluntly.
            “You’re Ronnie?”
            “Guilty.  Come on back.  We can talk in the design room.”
            Kale followed Ronnie through the narrow hallway, lined with framed drawings of cryptic angels and dragons, among other things.  The entire place smelled like antiseptic cleaner, but Kale could still smell the hint of vanilla and musk that lingered in the air as Ronnie passed through.  She was wearing a tight black shirt that dipped low into a V in the back, showcasing a delicate dream catcher tattoo that started at the base of her neck and ended at the curve in her spine.  The entire tattoo was done in shades of black; the only color was the turquoise beads dangling from the dream catcher.  It was stunning; he had to refrain from reaching out and tracing it with his finger.
            “Right in here.”  Ronnie stopped in front of a door leading to a large room and gestured for him to go on in.
            “Ladies first,” he said, reaching his hand out toward the open space in the door.
            Ronnie’s thick black eyebrows arched up and her full lips curved in a sexy ass smirk.  “I’m no lady,” she said, then turned toward the room and glided in.
            Kale followed her past the black sofa and flat screen TV to the back of the room where a large glass table with black leather desk chairs took up the back wall.
            Ronnie sat down at the table, crossing her legs, and her shoe slipped off her heel causing it to dangle from her toes.  Fuck, those heels were hot.  Kale had been home from Iraq for all of six days.  He had yet to sleep with a woman and this one sitting in front of him was becoming tempting.
            Kale lived alone.  He had no family to go home to so coming back to Fort Drum for R&R was the only option.  If he had his way, he would have just stayed with his squad and continued to lead his troops, but he didn’t have his way and it was mandatory he took his leave.  He waited until after the holidays, allowing all of his men with families and kids to make it home for Christmas and the New Year, leaving him with the only option to come home now.  Six days down, eight more to go then it’s back to the sand pit and Kale couldn’t wait.
            One perk about getting the hell out of that country was the women.  It had been eight months since he had been in the States, and it had been eight months since he has had sex.  Casual sex was Kale’s forte.   He didn’t do relationships or commitment, just sex.  Kale didn’t have time to worry about putting someone else ahead of him; hell, he didn’t even have time to put himself ahead of him. His soldiers came first, they always have.  He loved his country and he loved his job, and for him, a woman just didn’t quite fit into that equation.  No woman he has ever been with has been able to change his opinion, but that didn’t stop him from needing a woman to get underneath him from time to time.  Now was one of those times and he wanted Ronnie to be that woman.
            “Alright let’s get down to business,” Ronnie said, sliding a sketchpad in front of her from the middle of the table. “What do you have in mind?”
            Her voice broke through his mental slush pile and brought him back.  “I want a memorial tattoo.”
            Kale leaned back in his chair.  “I want a poem, a soldier’s prayer.  I want it tattooed on my back and I want it to look like my skin is ripping, revealing the words.”
            Ronnie wrote notes on her sketchpad.
            “And I want the names of my fallen brothers to be after the prayer.”
            Ronnie looked up at Kale and an emotion flashed across her face that he didn’t quite understand.  It wasn’t pity, was it awe?
            “That’s beautiful,” she said quietly.  Kale didn’t know the first thing about this woman, but he gathered she didn’t throw out compliments much.  “How does the poem go?” she asked, her eyes returning to her sketchpad preparing to write.
            “Lord, I ask for courage.
            Courage to face and
            Conquer my own fears and
            Courage to go where
            Other will not
            I ask for strength.
            Strength of body to protect others and
            Strength of spirit to lead others.
            I ask for dedication.
            Dedication to my job, to do it well.
            Dedication to my country,
            To keep it safe.
            Give me, Lord, certainty,
            For those who trust me
            And compassion for those,
           Who need me, and Please Lord,
           Through it all, stay by my side

            And may my fallen brothers

            Walk with you now, Lord.
            Kale cleared his throat after he finished the names of his fallen soldiers, and rubbed his hand over the back of his head.  Their eyes met and Kale’s mood shifted back.  One look at her and he couldn’t seem to think of anything but touching her.  Yes, it apparently had been a long time because he felt like a twelve-year-old boy who just saw his first pair of boobs.
            “I can have this ready for you tomorrow, when would you like to get started?”  Ronnie asked as she closed her sketchpad and stood up. Kale stood up as well, his body leaning a little closer to her than he intended and she took an immediate step back.
            “Tomorrow will be fine.”  Kale shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans to keep himself from grabbing her tiny waist and pulling her against him.  That thought kept taunting him and he was damn ready to do it.
            “Okay.” She narrowed her big brown eyes at Kale, confusing the hell out of him.  Ronnie walked back to the door and stopped, turning around with a hand on her hip.  “You can stop mind fucking me now.”
            Kale’s eyes came close to popping out of his head.  “Excuse me?”
            Ronnie rolled her eyes.  “Let’s get this straight, Soldier.  I’m not sleeping with you.  You can get it out of your pretty little head, and I suggest you do so before I stick a needle to your skin.”  She turned back around, her sexy heels clicking out of the room.
            Holy shit, he was sexy.  And the way he was looking at her? He was threatening to make Ronnie come undone right there in the design room.  She was used to having men gawk at her.  She worked in a man’s industry and had been subject to more than her fair share of pathetic one-liners and roaming eyeballs, but the way Kale looked at her was different, she didn’t know what it was, but it was different.  He was unashamed as he took her in, but he wasn’t vulgar or offensive about it.  He was just…hot.  But he was a soldier and Ronnie sure as hell didn’t do soldiers, not anymore.
            “Since this is a large tattoo I need you to be my last appointment of the day.  Can you be here tomorrow night at 7:00?”  Ronnie asked as Kale finally emerged from the hallway.
            “I will be here.”  He looked her in the eyes, unwavering and unaffected from the little threat she gave in the other room.
            Before Kale walked around the reception desk, he stopped at the end of the hall and leaned in close to Ronnie.  Her body jolted to attention the moment the heat from his breath hit her neck.  She was about to spit out words to him that even her trailer park sailor swearing momma would be embarrassed by when his hand touched the small of her back.
            “For the record Sweetheart, I wasn’t mind fucking you, but thank you for putting that image in my head.”  He pulled away and his pretty boy, clean cut, ‘yes sir’ persona faltered a little bit. The corners of his mouth tilted just slightly into an imperative smile, but it didn’t last long.   “See you tomorrow night.”  His tone was now formal, like he hadn’t just planted goose bumps along the side of her neck.  Fuck, tomorrow was going to be interesting.

Teaser 1

Ronnie watched as Kale inhaled a deep breath, seemingly lost in thought.  His eyes turned to hers for the briefest of moments, but it was long enough for her to see the myriad of emotions swimming beneath them.  Anger and pride, pain and loss, honor and determination.  It was like watching a funnel cloud form in clear blue skies.

Teaser 2

They held each other’s eyes, neither one saying anything to the other, neither one needing to at that moment—it was all there encrypted in the flecks that dotted their eyes. He saw regret in hers, mirroring back the feeling that was eating a hole in his stomach. The only difference was, he wasn’t sure her regret matched his own—the regret of not having more, more time, more…her.

Teasers for Fight With Me by Kristen Proby

This is set to release Januaray 4th, 2013. I was lucky enough to get an early copy and LOVED it oh so very much! Kristen has put up a few teasers along with the first two pages of the first chapter on her website.



Teaser 1

“This is nice.”

Nate’s running his fingers through my hair.  We are lounging on the plush sage green couch in the living room.  Nate lit a fire in the beautiful stone fireplace, and it’s warm and comfortable.  After our run on the beach I took a shower while he fixed lunch, then he joined me.
“How did your kitchen get stocked?” I ask and close my eyes, loving the way his fingers feel in my hair.
“I made some calls,” he murmurs.
“Must be nice to have minions.”
He chuckles and tugs playfully on my hair.  “I don’t have minions. I have millions.”
I hear the playfulness in his voice, but I keep my eyes closed.  I don’t want to know how much money he has.  I know he’s excellent at his job, and he is clearly wealthy.
“None of my business,” I murmur.
“Don’t go to sleep on me.”
“You like it when I go to sleep on you.”  Hmm… he’s still playing with my hair, and the fire is warm.  “I don’t remember the last time I was this relaxed.  We have to come here often.”
“We can come here whenever you want, baby.”
Nate turned on the satellite radio while he was fixing lunch, and the music is flowing through the whole house through the sound system.  Jason Mraz is singing about not giving up and I smile.
“I love this song.”
“You do?”  I feel him reach for the remote and he turns up the volume.
I open my eyes and look up into his handsome face.  How did I get this lucky?
“You spoil me you know.”
“I hope so. That’s the goal.” His thumb brushes across my cheek.
“You don’t need to.  I’m happy with just you.”
“This is me, baby.”
I sit up and cup his face in my hands.  His hair is still tied, and my fingers are itching to run through it.
“Can I take your hair down?” I ask.  His eyes flair.
“You can do whatever you want.”
I pull the tie out of his hair and run my fingers through the thick, ink black softness. “Don’t cut it.”
“Okay.”  His arms are wrapped around me, and his eyes are traveling over my face, patiently watching me as I touch his hair, his face, his shoulders.
“You’re so handsome,” I whisper.
Nate leans down and lays his lips over mine, just resting them there, breathing me in.  I never knew such a light touch could be so intimate.  Finally, he kisses me sweetly and pulls back.
“I have something for you.” He whispers and I grin.
“It’s about time, ace.”  I quickly straddle his hips and settle my center over his crotch.  “This morning feels like days ago.”
Nate laughs up at me as he cups my ass in his hands and pulls me closer.  “Well, that’s not exactly what I meant, but I love the way you think, baby.”
“Oh,” I kiss his cheek and nibble over to his ear.  “What do you have for me?” I whisper.
“On second thought,” he wraps his arms around my middle and before I know it I’m on my back across the couch, tucked under him.  “This is an excellent idea.”
Teaser 2

This is a teaser from FIGHT WITH ME, releasing January 4, 2013.  Remember, this is not a final draft, and may be edited or deleted before publication. This is intended for adult readers.

“I don’t do well with half-truths, Nate.”
“Look, I’m sorry.  I wanted to be here with you today.  It’ll be fun.  My dad owns the place, he was my trainer and my manager when I fought, so of course this is where I work out.” He shrugs and looks around the gym.
I eye him for a moment, enjoying the view.  “Where do you want to start?” I ask.
“You still want to work out?”
“Yes, we’re here.  Let’s go.”
“Okay, let’s warm up with the jump ropes and see what you can do.”  He grins and leads me over to a matt, handing me a jump rope.
Should I mention to him that my brother Will used to make me train with him for football season? No.
Nate sets his watch timer for two minutes and I jump easily, using the form my brother taught me.  Nate watches me, also jumping with ease. I’m hardly panting when the two minutes are up, and inside I’m smug.  I keep a bored, bland look on my face.
“Next?” I ask.
“You’ve done this before,” he murmurs.
I shrug and drop the rope on the mat.  “What’s next, ace?”
“Can you do a pull-up?” he asks, his eyebrow raised.
“I can do one or two,” I respond and smile.  I have to call Will later and thank him profusely for being such a hard ass on me.  Thanks to him, exercise comes easily to me, and my body is in excellent shape.  I love to sweat.
Nate guides me over to the metal bars.
“Do you need a boost?” he asks.
I look up at the bar.  It’s probably about seven feet off the ground.  “I think I got it,” I respond.
“Ladies first.”  He motions for me to go first.  I rub my hands down my pants, then hop up, gripping the bar.  I find the space between my hands that I like and begin to pull myself up, using a style Will taught me that he uses in Crossfit.  As I come down, I push in an arc away from the bar, then swing back up, pulling the bar under my chin.
God, this feels fantastic!  I manage twenty pull-ups, then drop to the mat, shaking my arms and panting.
“Your turn,” I plant my hands on my hips and look up at Nate, who is gazing at me with a huge smile plastered on his handsome face.
“What?” I ask, but I know I just shocked the shit out of him.  I glance around to find all the men in the gym are watching me, their mouths dropped.
“Who trained you?” he asks.
“My brother.” I shrug like it’s no big deal.  “Your turn, ace.”
“Okay,” he’s still smiling as he leaps up and easily begins raising and lowering that sexy body up and down on the bar.  His arms – holy Moses, those arms – flex and bunch with each repetition.  I wish he’d take his shirt off so I can watch his chest. He effortlessly executes forty pull-ups and then drops to the matt.
“Not bad,” I smirk and jump back up, gripping the bar.  I begin the push and pull again, loving the burn that’s moving through my arms, shoulders and back.  After twenty I drop back down to the mat.
Without speaking, Nate hops up and completes forty pull-ups.
“Warmed up?” he asks, panting and sweating and I just want to lick him.
“I want you in the ring.”
I raise an eyebrow at him.  “There’s quite an audience here right now, Nate.”
Teaser 3
“Ready?” Nate asks, smiling down at me. We just stepped onto the sidewalk outside his building, which happens to be just a few blocks up from the market and waterfront. We’re going to walk down today.

He’s delicious in faded blue-jeans, black sweater and black leather jacket. The weather is still cold, although we’ve been blessed with a dry day today.
“Ready,” I confirm and he twines our fingers as we stride toward downtown at a casual pace.
“You look beautiful today,” he murmurs and kisses my hand. I’m also in blue-jeans, tucked in knee-high black boots, a gray t-shirt under a heavy red sweater, cinched with a thick black belt around my torso, and a black scarf wrapped around my neck.
“Thank you. So do you.” I lean my head on his shoulder, then kiss it, as we wait at a crosswalk. “So, what are we shopping for today?” I ask.
“Greens and veggies for a salad and fresh lobster.” He pulls our linked hands around to the small of my back and leads me across the street, watching for crazy drivers. I love how he protects me, and watches out for me, while still making me feel like we’re partners.
“Sounds delicious.”
“Anything you want to grab while we’re here?” he asks.
“Tiny donuts and Starbucks.” Pike’s Market boasts the very first Starbucks café ever built, just across the street from the vendors. There is also a booth that serves delicious, fresh tiny donuts that melt in your mouth. They are both must-haves when I visit.
“Let’s do that first.” Nate’s hand tightens around mine as we descend the steep hill leading down to the Market.
When we reach the cobblestone street below, I take a deep breath and look around. This is the heart of Seattle. Business men and blue collar guys, families and couples, and people of all shapes and sizes and colors. There are musicians on the sidewalk, singing and playing instruments for change, and they are incredible, drawing quite a crowd.
I love the sights, sounds and smells.
“I’m so glad you suggested this.” I smile up at my handsome man. “I haven’t been down here in ages, and I love it.”
“Me too.” Nate kisses my forehead and leads me into Starbucks. We order our drinks and wander through the market, starting at the end with my tiny donuts, so we can munch on the hot, soft goodness while we wander.
“SALMON!” Someone yells, and a large gray salmon goes sailing through the air in front of us. A man in orange pants held up with brown suspenders catches the fish and throws it back to the guy in the same outfit behind the fish counter.
Nate and I smile at each other, and watch the fish throwing show for a few minutes, sipping our coffee and eating our tiny donuts, soaking up Seattle.
More fish sail back and forth, the men yelling and putting on a fun show. Nate and I pick out two large lobsters, and they are packaged in a box with a handle for easy carrying.
With his hands full of lobster and coffee, I push a bite of donut in his mouth and we continue through the market, winding through a sea of people. It’s impossible to shop at Pike’s Market in a hurry. There are too many people, especially on a weekend, even in winter.
Nate and I choose our salad veggies and he buys me a gorgeous bouquet of fresh flowers.
“Thank you, babe. These are lovely.” I bury my face in them and breathe in their sweet fragrance and smile up at him.
“Like you.” He kisses my nose, tosses his empty coffee cup in a nearby garbage, and presses his hand on the small of my back, leading me out of the Market and onto the sidewalk.
I look up and freeze. Fuck.
“What’s wrong?” Nate asks and follows my stare. “Shit,” he whispers.
Teaser 4 
Here is a little somethin from Kristen first:
Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you have read UNDER THE MISTLETOE WITH ME and read the bonus chapter at the end that was the prologue of FIGHT WITH ME in its entirety. If you haven’t, you can buy it on Amazon HERE .  As a special Christmas treat, here are the first two pages of FIGHT WITH ME! This book releases on January 4th. 🙂

The first two pages from the first Chapter

Chapter One

Late Spring
I love my job. I love my job.  God, sometimes, I hate my job.  I read the terse email from my boss, Nathan McKenna once again and swallow hard.
Friday, April 26, 2013 13:56
From: Nathan McKenna
To: Julianne Montgomery
Subject:  Working Late
I need you to work late with me tonight, possibly into the weekend.  Please gather all the files on the Radcliffe account and meet me in my office at 6:00 pm.
Damn it!  For eight long months I’ve managed to steer clear of my boss, and I know I’ve been incredibly lucky that I haven’t had to work alone with him after-hours, but we recently lost the other junior partner in our department, and that leaves just me and Nate.
Large, beastly butterflies have taken up residence in my stomach.
Since that one night last summer, Nate and I have maintained a level of professionalism that I’m very proud of, despite the fact that whenever I see him I feel a pull of electricity that makes my thighs clench.  I did invite him to double-date with Nat and I on the night of one of Nat’s husband, Luke’s movie premieres, but I managed to keep that night completely platonic.
It almost killed me.
Since then, it’s been for the greater good of keeping a job that I enjoy that I steer clear of Mr. Sex-on-legs.
Not that he’s been clamoring to get me back into bed.  The morning after The Best Sex In The History of Mankind, after I snuck out of his bed, he had been pissed. He’d called and texted, wanting to know what the hell happened, and I’d avoided him like the plague for a good two weeks, telecommuting from home and taking vacation time.
Then, he just stopped.  All personal communication halted, and when we are together during business hours, he is the epitome of cool professionalism.
There are days that it pisses me the hell off.
And now, because the moron who had been in our department couldn’t take the demanding schedule of our job quit, I have to work alone with Nate.
I sit back in my chair and look at the time.  Five thirty.  I pull my glasses off and toss them on my desk and hang my head in my hands.  So much for spending the weekend with a pint of ice cream and a good book.
I can do this.  Pull it together, Montgomery.  I’ve posed naked in magazines.  I’ve had dinner with gazillionares and hung out with movie stars.  I have four older brothers who tease me incessantly, and taught me how to kick ass.
I can handle the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life for a few hours without ripping my clothes off and having my wicked way with him.
I think.
I pull myself together, check that all my calls and emails are set to forward to my iPhone, and go to the bathroom to prepare myself for this evening.
I’m happy with what I see in the mirror.  My long light blonde hair is still holding the loose curls I rolled into it this morning.  My makeup is subtle and professional, setting off my blue eyes.  I smooth on a fresh coat of nude lip gloss, straighten my simple cranberry-colored dress and skim my eyes over my slender figure.  I was blessed with excellent genetics.  I’m not as sexily curved as Natalie, but I was blessed with decent boobs, a perky ass, and a figure that got me onto the pages of Playboy magazine.  Three times.  I work out hard to maintain my shape.
Content with my reflection, I walk briskly in my black Louboutins to my office, gather the files Nate requested along with my phone and walk down the corridor to his office.  His personal assistant, Mrs. Glover, is sitting at her desk.  She’s an older woman with grey hair and shrewd brown eyes.  Her smile is deceiving.  She scares the hell out of me with her sharp efficiency and her crazy ability to anticipate Nate’s every move.
“Hello, Ms. Montgomery, you can go on in.”
“Thank you.” I nod at her and smile and head for his office, knocking twice and then opening the door.
“Come in, Julianne.  Thanks for staying.”  Nate looks up from his computer and nods, his face completely blank.
“Sure.”  Nate’s office is vast, with large-scale, dark office furniture.  The chairs sitting in front of his desk are plush, black leather.  There are shelves from the floor to ceiling with hundreds of books and files, meticulously in order, no doubt by the efficient Mrs. Glover.  Behind his desk are large windows with a view of the Space Needle and the Sound.
It’s beautiful.
I’m not sure Nate even pays attention to it.
I perch at the edge of one of the black chairs and set the files on Nate’s desk, expecting him to get right to the point.
“How are you?” he asks, his voice soft.
“Um… fine, thank you.”  What the hell?
“I’m sorry about the short notice.”  He leans forward and braces his elbows on his desk, lacing his fingers, and keeps steady eye-contact.  God, those gray eyes are distracting.  Almost as distracting as his hands, and the delicious way he…
“It’s part of the job.”  I open a file and try to pretend that my cheeks aren’t flushed.  “So, what’s up with this account?”
“How are Natalie and Luke?”
“They’re fine.”  I sit back in the chair now and eye him speculatively.  Why are we having a personal conversation? “Natalie is due in just a few weeks.”
“That’s great, good for them.”  Nate grins, that elusive, sexy, melt my panties grin and I find myself returning it.  His hair is pulled back off his face, as usual.  His chiseled jaw is freshly shaved, and he’s wearing a black suit with a black shirt and blue tie.  He never takes his jacket off to roll up the sleeves, and I briefly wonder why, then remind myself to get back to the conversation at hand.
“Yeah, they’re excited.  I’m hosting the baby shower next weekend.”
“I promise not to make you work next weekend,” he winks at me and I about fall out of my chair.
Who is this man, and what has he done with my boss?
“So, about the account?” I ask as Mrs. Glover knocks on the door.
“Dinner’s here, sir.”
“Thank you, Jenny, bring it in.”  Nate rises and takes two large bags out of Mrs. Glover’s hands.  “That’s all for today.  I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Have a good weekend, sir.  Ms. Montgomery.”  She nods to both of us and then exits the office, closing the door behind her.
“I had Chinese delivered.  I got you your usual.”  He smiles and resumes sitting in his chair, unloading bags.  He seems very happy with himself this evening, much more approachable and friendly than he has been since last summer.
What’s his game?
“Thank you,” I reply, realizing that I’m starving.  I load a plate with rice, sweet and sour chicken and egg rolls and we dig in, eating in silence for a few minutes.  I feel Nate’s eyes on me, so I decide to put my big girl panties on and just take the initiative.
“So, what’s up with this account?” I ask again and take a bite of chicken.
“I don’t have any idea, I just wanted to have dinner with you, and this is the only way I can see you.”
Holy fucking shit.
I stop chewing, my eyes wide, and I just stare at his perfectly sincere face.  “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
I frown and set my plate carefully on his desk.  “So, we’re not working on this account?”
“I don’t understand.”
Nate lays his chopsticks down, wipes his mouth with a napkin and sits back in his chair, watching me carefully.
“I just wanted to share dinner with you, Julianne.”
“Why?” And why does he insist on calling me Julianne?
He frowns again.  “Do I have to spell it out?”
“I guess so.”
“I like you.  I enjoy your company.”  He shrugs, looking lost and a bit insecure.  I’m so not used to seeing emotions on his beautiful face.
“But you’re my boss.”
“So, we could both be fired.”
“It’s just dinner, Julianne.”
“You’re not looking at me like you just want dinner, Nate.”
He cocks his head to the side and a smile kisses his lips.  “How am I looking at you?”
“Like you’d like to fuck me on this desk.”  Holy. Fuck!  Did I just say that?
Nate’s smile disappears and his eyes narrow.  “Watch your mouth.”
I swallow hard and blink rapidly.
“There are many places that I’d enjoy fucking you, including this desk, but right now, I simply want to enjoy a meal with you.”
“Watch your mouth.” I whisper and his smile is back.