Audio Free Read: Dichotomies, a Blood and Fire Short

 I've been wanting to go back and record some of my earlier short stories, and Dichotomies has been itching for my attention. With a new Blood and Fire novel on the way to e-book shelves, I thought it would be a great time to revisit my supernatural demons and their wicked ways.

Talking Shop: Writing About Blowjobs

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Friday Free Read: Isla Querida

They darted ahead of me: twin flashes of white against broad, dark palm fronds. They moved like deer and their laughter bubbled in their wake, tender, girlish, sweet. Had I truly wanted, I’d have overtaken them, silly creatures, without a scrap of trouble. If they were deer, I was the stag. But I let them lead, keeping just ahead of me.

I caught sight of Nina’s periwinkle hair, then the prim shape of Neri’s ankle and her delicate white sandals. Rosy fireflies and dusky night-time butterflies drifted through the warm air around them; the sultry notes of coconut, island blossoms, and the girls’ own bright, fresh scents guided me through lush swaths of jungle. I was a little tipsy and more than a little riled, and my pretty pale does knew it. When it came to my passions, my girls knew all.

Friday Free Read: All For One (Part 1)

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Fuck-Me Frisky Friday: Satin, Lace and Handcuffs

I was most proud of my deception; Ryan had no idea what was being planned in his own house, under his very nose.  I played nice, with a laugh and a smile, throughout our normal weekend activities.  I drew up the grocery list—I did the laundry while he mowed the grass.  We went out to buy him new clothes and buy me new shoes for work—I sat cuddled demurely in his arms while we watched a little TV.  The five-o-clock hour finally rolled around and Ryan got up to leave for his evening shift at work, and he never suspected a thing.

That’s when I put my plan into motion.

Just a Bit of Rough Play: Lady in Chains

Sometimes I just have to get away from manuscript writing and clear my head with a little free-writing. Lady in Chains Is a scene I wrote to give myself a break from mostly vanilla romance. My brain needed a bit of BDSM as exercise.

Enjoy the naughty little vignette, darlings.

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Bannon's rough, hot hand on the nape of her neck held her prisoner. It kneaded, exploring and massaging the muscle, spreading a warm, delicious relaxation. She arched herself into it, like a cat. He liked that, and his kneading went on longer in reward, sharp contrast to the strain in her legs and back, earned from standing so long in the inverted, spread-legged position in which he'd shackled her.