Really rough night last night. Doesn’t happen often but…it happens. DH shut off my alarm and let me sleep in since I settled down about 0330 and I’m up at 0400. So when I woke, I had three zoi in bed with me and a cat. Tells me how much they were worried, Dageus is usually far away from the bed if they are there. So…I’m dragging today, jumpy as all get-out but determined to get word count done. I won’t be online as much, just…needing some time. I hope y’all have a wonderful day. Live, love, and laugh! — listening to Grace Potter and the Nocturnals.
July 17th, 2014
Well, I’m late…I know, not really any surprise there. But, today the lovely and talented Ms. Yvette Hines is spearheading the group today over at the Scandalous Heroes Box Set Fan Page https://www.facebook.com/groups/688144931255884/ . Swing by, there are contests and other fun things going on. You can also check out her interview here: http://sasse-yvette-hines.blogspot.com/?zx=866208e7acbcc2d6 and learn a bit more about her.
Don’t forget, this set is available now for a limited time at $0.99 and is worth over $35 total. Get it now while it is still cheap.
Now, as promised here’s a look at her story.
Blurb:SEIGED BY RYM ~ Yvette Hines (USA Today Bestseller)
They picked the wrong warrior cat to abduct. Rym never liked being ordered about so when he discovers his freedom is weighed against his agreement to breed with Krysteena, he practically purrs at the chance to prove to the beauty who’s truly in charge and escape.
Excerpt:
Before they took their next breath they were once again in the throne room of Argona in their normal form. Krysteena was overjoyed to finally be rid of the fur that had covered her body for a year. As if time had not moved, her mother sat regally on the throne, Krysteena stood beside her and Rymingten was on his feet before the queen. The council members were seated at a long table on the side of the room observing.
She’d almost forgotten how handsome and virile he was in the flesh. His short dark-golden colored hair, so different in length and texture from hers, made her fingers itch to touch it. He now wore the open shirt and trousers of his planet and seeing the way the material clung to his great height and the multitude of muscles covering his body made her feel feminine in a way she’d never experienced before. It was similar to the deep ache in her core that she had felt while they were in house cat form. But greater. That desire that had throbbed through her body and the scent she emitted had been manifested by her mother to taunt Rymingten, it hadn’t been real. However, what was happening to her body now was very real.
It wasn’t only sexual attraction; as an Argonian sexuality was common for them, something they learned to embrace at a young age. On her planet there may not have been males for them to join and breed with, but they did have sex dens with males from different, lesser planets. Non-warrior men. What she was experiencing was something else, something more intense and unfamiliar. It was so powerful she feared it, but as an Argonian female she was taught to fear nothing.
“What say you, Kitcy warrior? I offer you the blessing of joining with my eldest daughter. Live with her in her dwelling and breed with her. Submit yourself to my rule. Her authority.”
Unlike before, when Rymingten’s response was quick and negative, he took his time to glance away
from the queen to Krysteena. Those bronze eyes of his locked on her, eyes she’d become used to staring into during their banishment.
She wished her power allowed her to mind read, see what it was that he was thinking, but it didn’t. So, she waited with the queen and the other council members staring at the scene before them. They were most likely wondering how it would play out this time.
“What is your desire, Krys?” Rymingten asked.
My desire? Krysteena wasn’t sure how to respond to that question. This could truly be her out. She could tell her mother that after spending a year with this warrior she had no desire to be with him through galaxy eternity. That she would prefer another be found that was more to her liking. However, as she stared into those majestic eyes, she couldn’t get her mouth to open and make the request to have him banished or sent back to his own planet.
“I am the one making the request here, Kitcy male.” Queen Eyleen leaned forward and shot Rymingten with a piercing look.
Seeming unfazed, Krysteena watched as his gaze slowly left hers and was set on her mother.
“My pardon, Queen Eyleen. Please do not take any disrespect. However, it’s possible your daughter may not be willing to join herself to me. If this is the case I do not believe it is important whether or not I give my consent if she does not wish for the situation to be made between us.”
Not waiting for her mother’s response to his small speech, he once again stared at her.
His gaze was too intense. The heat radiating from the unwavering look he gave her had heat spreading through her breasts and making her nipples draw tight against the standard soft material of her chiton. Tightening her hands at her back, she stifled the urge to place a protective globe around herself to ward off the effect of his gaze. However, she wasn’t even sure it would work in such a manner.
“You may be correct in your assessment. What say you, offspring of my womb? Have this warrior or should I send him to the labor board for work?”
Krysteena knew the custom of her planet that captured males who refused to submit to a joining usually were sent to the harvesting fields to work, but for some reason she couldn’t see such a life for Rymingten. She wanted to harden her heart against the imposing male, but something she truly didn’t comprehend hindered her. Was it possible that the Kitcy people were some kind of emotional sorcerers?
“We wait?”
“What shall you have for my life, Krys…joined to you or the fields?” His gaze may have been intense, but, she noted the small arching of his brow.
Is he funning me? Did he see this all as a joke? Perhaps even now after experiencing the queen’s power he was plotting a way of escape? Hm, he would learn soon if this was his scheme that it was not possible. The boundary of protection around their planet was put there by using all of the Argona females’ powers, it was unbreachable. Impossible for anyone to travel out of it or in it without an inhabitant’s presence aboard a vessel.
However, that wasn’t the situation or an issue at present—her answer was.
“I will join with him. Now your fate lies in your own hands Kitcy warrior…what say you?”
Krysteena was sure if he rejected her mother again, the queen would end his existence. Even if her mother appeared to offer him a choice of labor…she knew what the queen most likely suspected—this warrior would be too much of a risk. He had enough stubbornness and determination that he could incite an uprising with the other males there. So, the best would be for Queen Eyleen to turn him into
galaxy dust and release his soul to the gods.
That outcome would sadden her. Even as she tried to imagine what life would be like with him if he agreed.
“Queen Eyleen, I would be honored to join with your daughter Krysteena.”
Unsure of how she felt, or how to respond, Krysteena simply gave a quick nod.
Swing by https://www.facebook.com/groups/688144931255884/706109912792719/ and check out who’s at the helm today. The fabulous Erosa Knowles! Talking all things 3X CONStruction!
Blurb:
DOUBLE TROUBLE- Men of 3X CONStruction~ Erosa Knowles (Amazon Bestseller)
Blaine and Donald had no idea they have not one, but two sons from Belinda, the one woman who ever came between them. Seeing her again test family ties as they fight to rescue their son and reclaim the only woman they ever loved.
Excerpt:
Belinda looked up as the curtain moved. How could she have forgotten Donnie and Blaine were a few feet away? Her gaze remained on Adam. How to do this? How to introduce him? Her doctor had told her there were recorded incidents of twins being fathered by different men. One of the men standing behind her was Adam’s father. A heady warmth filled her cheeks as she moistened her lips.
“Who are you?” Adam asked as his gaze flicked over her shoulder before settling on her with a confused frown.
Exhaling, she swallowed her pride and pushed back her embarrassment. “Adam, this is Donnie and Blaine O’Connor, two old friends of mine. They rode over here with me from the library.”
Adam’s frown deepened as his gaze left hers and stared over her shoulder. Her heart raced as she tried to think of something else to say. But her brain blanked and she had nothing. Moments crawled as the tension in the small space increased.
“Nice to meet you, Adam. I’m Blaine.”
“I’m Donald, good to see you’re on the mend.”
Belinda watched Adam’s frown deepen before he tore his gaze away and looked at her again. “Mom? Who…who are they?”
Her mouth opened and then closed. Numerous witty comments flew through her mind but none were appropriate for the situation. Denial was also not an option. Her throat tightened as she forced the words through them. “Your father.”
Adam’s eyes widened at the bald statement and then his face reddened as he glared at the men. “I don’t…. I don’t have a father.”
“Yeah, yeah you do, Adam. I’m good, but there was only one person born without a father, or a human father that is,” she said, trying to inject some humor into the situation. No one took the bait.
Silence filled the room.
“I had a sperm donor, Mom. Not a father. That’s what I mean.”
She nodded, not looking behind her. Despite what their father did, Adam had a point. Neither man had been a father to her sons. Nodding, she patted his hand, hoping he would wait until she came up with an explanation that wouldn’t make her sound…well, like a woman who slept with two men around the same time.
“Okay… okay. We’ll talk about it later, after you get some rest.” Releasing a pent up breath she wondered where was the doctor, she had a few questions.
“I don’t want to talk about them. Not now or later. I want them to leave.”
Belinda’s head snapped up at the petulance in Adams’ voice. Her son had a strong will, both of them did, but he wasn’t cruel and that statement had to hurt. “Adam,” she said in a mild warning tone.
He turned his face away from her. “Please Mom, get them out of here. They haven’t been here for the past 16 years I don’t want them here now.”
Stunned by the anger she heard in his voice, she looked over her shoulder and caught the flash of pain on Blaine’s face. Donald stood with his arms crossed, staring at Adam before meeting her gaze. He
nodded and turned. Before he stepped out he spoke. “Feel better, Adam.”
Blaine nodded at her as well. “There are reasons we were not here Adam, I hope you’ll give us a chance to explain.” And then he left the curtained area.
Adam faced her slowly. “Mom?” he whispered.
Fearing his questions, she took her time meeting his gaze. “Hmm?”
“Us? That guy said us. Which… which one is my… my father?”
The day had been too long and she had no desire to get into her complicated relationship with the O’Connor twins. When she was younger, dating both of them seemed right. But looking into her son’s eyes right now, she wasn’t so sure. She made a quick decision based on wishful thinking.
“Blaine. The one who asked for a chance to explain.” Sending a prayer of forgiveness and hopefulness that she was right, she nodded as his shoulders dropped a bit.
“He’s big.”
“Yeah.” She crossed her arms around her waist and bit her lip.
“So is he Abe’s dad?…”
Clearing her throat, she looked over his head at the beeping equipment as heat rushed to her face. “No, Donald is his father.”
Adam frowned as he stared at her. “But we’re twins…and they’re twins.”
Unable to utter a word of explanation or in her defense, she nodded. His quizzical look did nothing to ease her embarrassment.
“You… you dated both of them? Aren’t they brothers?” The shock in his voice robbed her of speech and filled her with shame. His look of surprise cut her to the core. How to explain?
She coughed and met his gaze. Thankfully there was no disgust, only curiosity, which made it easier to swallow with the small ball of humiliation lodged in her throat. “Yes…er, yes they are twins and I dated both of them.”
“At the same time?” he asked with a bit of incredulity in his voice.
“During the same timeframe, not on joint dates or anything like that.”
“And they went for that? I mean they had to know since they’re brothers.”
Exhaling, she reined in her memories from the past and the long discussions she’d had with her lovers regarding their dating arrangements. “Yes…yes, we all knew and agreed that I would date each one.” For someone who didn’t want to discuss his father, her son had delved into the heart of the matter rather quickly. If this was a normal talk, she would tease him about it.
He stared at her.
Clasping both hands tightly in her lap she waited for him to say something. Seconds ticked by before he spoke. “They just showed up? Today? Why? What happened?”
Trembling with relief, she shrugged. “I’m not sure, I bumped into them at the library and they came with me here.”
“What were they doing at the library?” he asked, frowning.
The question stumped her. “I don’t know. I was so surprised to see them I didn’t ask and then I rushed here to see about you.” Desperately needing a reprieve, she waved down his next question. “I want to
get you home, plus I only want to explain all of this once. And that will be with you and Abe, so hold your questions… and comments for later.”
“But Mom –”
She held up her hand. “I said later.” Standing, she looked around the small space for the jacket he had worn that morning. Spying it in the corner, she picked it up and cringed at the large rip surrounded by blood. She must have stared at it too long because Adam sought to comfort her.
“It looks worse than it was, Mom. I’m okay. For real. Just bruised a bit. Did you love them? Both of them?”
The question hadn’t fully settled into her mind before her heart answered. “Yes, very much.”
Today is Serenity King‘s turn at the helm for the Scandalous Heroes box set. Visit her over at https://www.facebook.com/
Blurb:
Michael Alesi is not looking for anything other than a good time. He works hard and plays even harder. But after being summoned to the home of his cousin, Michael is blindsided by the feisty, Kendra Washington. Kendra is beautiful and sassy, and she seems to want nothing to do with Michael. That is fine with Michael—he doesn’t do relationships and he has plenty of business and social opportunities to keep him busy. Then he witnesses Kendra’s life being put in danger by a nasty crime. He comes to her rescue and, as he gets to know her, he decides that maybe a committed relationship isn’t so bad after all.
Just as they are feeling their way toward a relationship, a whirlwind of deadly events sends life spiraling out of control for both Michael and Kendra. Will they be able to find shelter in each other’s arms, or will the demons of both the past and the present keep them apart forever?
The Wrath of Michael excerpt
By: Serenity King
Michael Alesi glanced over at the beautiful brunette lying next to him and wondered what the hell he was still doing with her. It seemed like the only things that he and Carmella had in common were sex and privilege. In fact, Michael had begun to think that he was spending far too much time with the woman lately. She was beginning to grate on his last nerve. He saw it coming. Once his cousin Piero got engaged, his mother had gotten it into her head that he should settle down and make babies. The thought of marrying any woman gave Michael hives. He couldn’t imagine himself being tied down to one woman for a lifetime.
He eyed Carmella’s sleeping form once again before throwing the covers off, swinging his legs off the bed, and walking stark naked across the room toward the adjoining bathroom.
“Michael, where are you going?” he heard her ask.
“To take a shower,” he called over his shoulder as he kept walking.
“Hmm, sounds nice. Maybe I’ll come join you,” Carmella purred and stretched her body like a lithe cat.
Michael was tempted to have her join him. However, her visits were becoming more frequent than he liked. In no way were he and Carmella an item. She might as well dispense with that notion quickly.
“The offer is tempting; however, I have a meeting with Piero in just under an hour.”
“Even more reason why I should join you,” she said, letting the silk sheets slide down her body, exposing her bare breasts. “Come on, Michael. You know I’ll make it worth your while.”
Michael stared at her voluptuous breasts for a mere moment before giving in to temptation and letting Carmella join him in the shower. “Why not? This has to be a quick one. I have to leave.” He smiled slowly.
“We will see, dear Michael. We will see,” she crowed.
He watched as she crawled on her hands and knees toward the edge of the bed, carefully gliding to her feet and walking toward him. She stood in front of him and grabbed his balls in her hand.
Michael let out a long hissing sound as she gently glided her soft, silken hand up and down his hardened length.
“I do believe you are trying to start something before the shower,” he breathed.
“Any objections?” she asked coyly, running her tongue along his jaw as she continued to massage his erection.
As promised, here’s another look at a story from one of the 9 (that’s right I said 9) stories in the Scandalous Heroes Box Set.
At the bottom of that, there’s a sneak peek of another box set, The Naughty Nine, by 9 more amazing authors, also for $0.99 (for a limited time).
What could be better than receiving 18 stories for $1.98? And actually there’s 10 in The Naughty Nine (it has a bonus novella)!!
Today’s is by Latrivia Nelson. Enjoy…
Vasily’s Revenge ~ Latrivia Nelson (National Bestseller)
Vasily’s Revenge Synopsis Vasily Kavlov is head of security for the most feared and revered Russian mafia organization in the free world, The Medlov Crime Family. A quiet henchmen with no family, no love life and unyielding loyalty to his bosses, the thirties something bad boy is all work and no play. However, his past quickly comes back to haunt him, when the woman he nearly gave his life for ten years ago is threatened once again by an old enemy. Going to Lilly
Rasputin’s aid won’t just be a journey down memory lane, it’s also a jolt to the system when he learns that he’s the father to her child.
Will changing everything in his life, give him new lust for it? And can he trust a woman who was the cause of his near death before?
Don’t forget the other authors in this set:
**Keep checking back throughout the week to get a look at the other amazing authors in the box set and their stories. Below is a list of the authors in this collection and their stories:
Rallenti ~ Sienna Mynx
Last Call ~ Bridget Midway
The Wrath of Michael ~ Serenity King
Everything is Everything ~ Pepper Pace
Vasily’s Revenge ~ Latrivia Nelson
TAttooed Moon ~ Tiana Laveen
Double Trouble – Men of 3X CONStruction ~ Erosa Knowles
Seiged by Rym ~ Yvette Hines
Raw Exposure ~ Aliyah Burke
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Now, for a look at the other box set being offered by NYT and USA Today Bestselling authors as well as other award winning authors.
In the Name of Love by Nina Bruhns
When an undercover cop must cozy up to a suspect’s pretty neighbor, things don’t go as smoothly–or seductively–as he’d hoped when she tells him she hates cops and wants nothing to do with him or his damn assignment.
Red Rock Rises (The Red Rock Series, Book 1) by Taylor Lee
A fiery former undercover agent, as tough as she is beautiful , fiercely independent, she is the Rock. Few see the vulnerable woman beneath. No one messes with Red Rock until she meets the handsome Police Chief.
Dirty Little Secrets by Julie Leto Marisela’s sexy ex lures her into a treacherous underworld of arms dealers, hit men & sinister double-crosses. Has she descended into hell or finally found kick-ass heaven? It’s the perfect setup to break her heart. Again.
Saved by Lorhainne Eckhart
Growing up I had dreams that one day I’d fall in love, marry & start a family. Then one night I was taken. I survived, escaped, I was saved. Eric didn’t see me as damaged. He didn’t see my baby as a monster. He protected me, kept me safe … he saved me.
Everything He Never Wanted by Mary Leo
Billionaire, Antonio Milani, came to London to recover what is his: a rare, signed copy of Oliver Twist. Instead, finds himself falling for the woman he suspects is involved in an international ring of book thieves.
A Girl, A Guy and A Ghost by Patricia Mason
A sexy psychic private eye could help her find a ghost… or turn her into one.
Deathblow by Dana Marton
Former small-town football hero turned cop, Joe Kessler never met a linebacker, perp, or a woman he couldn’t handle. Then a troubled single mom walks into his life, & the only place this hot jock will ever see ‘easy’ again is in the dictionary.
One Night to Kill (Seven Nights, Book 1) by Rita Herron
A military man must use his leave to play bodyguard to the General’s sexy daughter!
Snowbound (The Protector Series, Book 2) by Karen Fenech
FBI Agent Mallory Burke, injured and on the run for her life, is stranded in a snowstorm with a reclusive and secretive cop she’s not sure she can trust but is falling in love with.
BONUS Novella: Secret Identity by Jill Sanders
Carter always had a thing for his best friend Eve. He hired her to boost his business & it’s never run more smoothly. When an opening presents itself, he takes a chance at happiness that could end up destroying their friendship.
18 (19 really) wonderful books for a summer of wonderful reads! Check them out!!
So today at the Scandalous Heroes page the lovely Bridget Midway is taking over…she promises to be gentle, just sayin’. I hear there will be a contest and other fun things going on. Where is it you ask?? Let me help you out.
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So, stop by and hang out with all of us. — with Yvette Hines and 7 others.
Here’s the blurb:
LAST CALL ~Bridget Midway (Amazon Bestseller) *** This is a BDSM interracial contemporary erotic novel***
Eminence Dutton has to make some crucial decisions about work, her struggling love life, and an invitation from a former friend. The only thing that would complicate her life more would be to see her old high school boyfriend.
Keys “Tank” Tanksley thought he had gotten Eminence Dutton out of his system. Now a BDSM Dom, this man does not plan on letting this woman go without being heard or without her experiencing the sting of his whip.
When Tank tries to rekindle the relationship with Eminence, she has to wonder what’s important: her dream or her heart.
A snippet of the tale she’s woven? Of course… Enjoy!
Keys grabbed her hands and placed them on the snap above the zipper in his jeans. He broke the kiss long enough to say, “Make the next move.”
Eminence stared at Keys for a moment, studying his blue eyes that had enraptured her from the first moment she’d met him. He’d made the statement almost daring her to take the next step.
Was she this starved for affection? Did she really need to feel him inside of her right now? Could she forget the hurt and pain from the past to extinguish her lusty flame inside? Could she betray Les like this?
Eminence swept her hand up the front of his pants, feeling an impressive bulge and making him growl his appreciation. Hell, she could screw him like he and Jordie had done to her. Fuck him and then leave him again. She’d already made plans to break up with Les before she even knew Keys stood at the door.
Eminence undid open the snap on his jeans and worked to pull down his zipper when Keys scooped his hands under her butt and lifted her. With only two steps, he carried her over to the desk. She reached back to push her purse to the floor just before he sat her on the top. Using the heels of her stilettos, she snagged his jeans and pulled them down.
“Here in the office?” he asked.
His query reminded Eminence of when he asked her about having sex for the first time in his cramped closet.
“The music’s so loud, no one will hear us,” she replied breathlessly.
Keys pulled up on Eminence’s shirt and brought it over her breasts. “On a desk?”
“Why? You have a closet that might work better?” She cocked a smile at the side of her mouth.
He chuckled. “Good point.” Then he skillfully unsnapped the front clasp of her bra.
Eminence could have sworn she heard Keys thanking God, but she could barely hear anything above the sounds of her heart pounding in her ears. He cupped her breasts and took no time in latching his mouth onto her nipple as his other large hand massaged her.
She raked her fingers over his head. The short stubble tickled her hands. Now she hated his short hairstyle. It would have been great to be able to grab a handful of his hair.
Keys twirled his tongue over her hardened nipple. With her body on auto-pilot, Eminence breathed hard. Her hands trembled. Her legs coiled around his waist.
Do it for you. Do it for you. Don’t think about Les.
If she kept telling herself that, she could excuse what would happen next. Keys dragged his tongue over to her other breast and laved it the same way, sucking it until it felt both painful and pleasurable all at once.
When Eminence didn’t think she could take any more, he circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue. The nipple he’d just suckled he now pinched between his thumb and index finger. The sensation had her writhing on the desk. When Keys squeezed harder, Eminence released a cry…but she didn’t want the feeling to stop.
Years had not dulled his senses. Back then, and now, he knew how to read her body. He made the sensations intense when he knew she could take it, and he backed off when she could no longer handle it without her saying a word, just like a good lover.
Keys stood and clamped his other hand on her now unattended tit. He gave that nipple the same treatment, compessing it while Eminence arched her back and accepted the pain.
“Good. Good. Breathe.” Keys kept his voice low and steady.
Eminence rested her hands on top of his as she released a long exhale. By doing that, she felt relaxed and secured, a strange feeling considering who had control over her body. Just days ago, Eminence would have been fine not seeing Keys again. After a chance meeting and now this, she couldn’t imagine how she’d gone through life without him.
She squeezed her legs around his thighs. After administering another pressing down on both nipples, Keys released one and allowed his masterful hand to coast down her body. He drifted over her belly to between her thighs.
Eminence opened her eyes and stared at the man who looked nothing like the boy in that closet from fifteen years ago. This man owned her at this moment. Keys slid his fingers over her now slick nether lips. He could have dipped his digit into her pussy. Eminence would have welcomed it. Keys abstained.
While keeping his stare on her, he slipped her hardened clit between his fingers. The motion, along with the solid pinch on her nipple, had her mewling. Eminence gripped the sides of the desk as Keys performed his magic on her body.
Keys kept the pressure on her labia while smoothing his hand back and forth until he finally stopped. The pause allowed Eminence to take a needed breath before Keys shocked her again and squeezed her clit between his fingers.
“Oh, God!” Eminence pounded her fist on the desk as Keys played her body like a musician on a piano.
Black Keys. White Keys. It all came back.
All the while, Keys kept his stare on her face. He moved his hand over to Eminence’s other nipple and circled his thumb around it before eventually administering the same punishment on it again.
Although she tried hard to fight against it, Eminence felt her body undulating under Keys’s manipulation. She felt the pressure being released from her aching vagina, which allowed Eminence to catch a much needed second wind. The coolness as Keys removed his hand from her mound had been short-lived as soon as she felt a hard swat against her clit.
“Shit!” Eminence sat up on her elbows. She glared at Keys, who carried the most confident smirk on his face.
While staring back at her, he administered another hit on her pussy, and another. Eminence should have walked…if she could. She should have told this man off. With each hit, her body craved more, a strange reaction to something so out of her character.
Keys had pinched her nipples when they’d dated. That hadn’t shocked her. Back then he would squeeze them, get her reaction, and let them go. Now, it felt as though he had a purpose behind each move. Every grasp, every hit, every look had a meaning behind them.
Eminence had been sucked into Keys’s vortex of power, and she didn’t want to escape. He managed to make her forget about their checkered past or even why she ended up at this club. How Keys made her body feel consumed her.
“Talk to me,” Keys commanded. “Tell me how you feel.”
Eminence, unable to form words, just nodded. She hoped that her nonverbal response would satisfy him.
“No. Talk to me. Tell me how you like this.”
Eminence swallowed first. In gasping breaths, she answered, “Like it. Good. Feels good.”
Keys gave her one hard swat to her pussy that had her legs thrashing. Then he removed his hands from her body for a moment before he held onto her hips and pulled her close to his body. He massaged her hips. “I could do so much with you.” Keys nodded.
Eminence took that moment to corral her senses. She inhaled and on the exhale said, “Take me. Just do it.”
Keys took it upon himself to pull down his boxers, revealing his long and strong cock. Eminence licked her lips at the sight. Any way Keys wanted her right now, he could have her. She wished she could have fought against that urge a bit more. Her body wanted him even if in her heart she hadn’t forgiven him or forgotten the past.
Then Keys did something strange: he stopped. In all their passion and fervor, why had he halted the action? Did he want her to beg for him to fuck her? Hell, who was Eminence kidding? She wanted him to plunge so deep in her that it would make her forget her name, his name, and Les’s name.
“Shit,” he said between gritted teeth.
“What?” Eminence panted as she stared at him.
“Protection.” Keys stared down at his erection as though she couldn’t understand what he meant. “I don’t have any on me. Didn’t expect something like this to happen.”
“It’s fine. I’m still on The Pill.” She pulled him in closer using her legs.
Unfortunately, even with her bit of news, Keys remained cemented in his spot.
Eminence craned her head up again. This time she supported her upper body with her elbows. “You don’t trust me?”
Keys said nothing, but his waning dick spoke volumes. “Hurts not being trusted, doesn’t it?”
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Excerpt for Raw Exposure:
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Affrica snapped shot after shot of the young businessman, Godric Leighton. She moved around him, getting all angles from the pose behind his desk.
“Good,” she said as she lowered her camera. “I think we need to get some of you doing something aside from being inside the clubhouse or your office. Maybe out playing golf, smiling, I don’t know, something that looks less stuffy.”
Godric grinned. “Less stuffy? Okay, let’s go grab a cart and see where it takes us, Ms. O’Shea.” His eyes twinkled with humor.
“Please call me Affrica.” She shouldered her case and smiled. “I hope you know how to drive one.”
“Well, well, well, isn’t this cozy?” Reeve’s voice reached them.
“Hello, Reeve,” Godric said, rolling his eyes.
“Godric,” he answered. “Ms. O’Shea, it is a pleasure to see you again.”
Affrica swallowed. The man was downright gorgeous. Today, his stylish mirrored sunglasses hid those incredible brown eyes. His hair looked so soft she wanted to touch it. He wore dark blue slacks and a white polo shirt. Both hands were in his pockets, and she could see the muscles in his arms. She ran her tongue over her teeth as she fought to control her reaction to him.
“Morning,” she said, the words accented with her lilt. Her eyes barely held his. “Ready then?” Affrica asked Godric.
“Where are you two off to in such high spirits?” Reeve walked over and stood right in front of Affrica as if he dared her to try and ignore him. “And can anyone come along, or is it a private party?”
“Affrica?” Godric asked.
Damn these good-looking brothers. Shrugging, she looked at Godric and said, “We can always take some with the two of you, and if he is pleasant enough, I guess it would be good to have family in the picture as well.”
Godric smirked.
“Pleasant enough!” Reeve stepped even closer. “I’ll have you know, I’m very pleasant company.”
“Humph, perhaps. But I’m not drunk nor am I a hooker, so I don’t have anything other than our past meetings to base it on. I don’t care if you come, just don’t ruin the shots.” Affrica stepped around him and walked away without waiting for an answer.
“And you wanted me to be nice to her,” Reeve snapped.
“Still do, Reeve,” Godric said before walking up the hall after Affrica. Reeve followed.
Smiling at their interaction, Affrica walked outside without turning around. Reeve Leighton was just too handsome for his own good. Today, he smelled like sandalwood and something else she couldn’t place.
“Affrica.” Godric’s voice filtered over to her. “Hang on a second.”
She paused, still facing forward. Honestly, she had been shocked when the phone call from Godric Leighton came.
What she had heard about this country club didn’t tell her that she seemed to be the type he would want working for him. When he’d explained that his eldest brother and her brother worked together and had recommended her, she’d agreed. Affrica was in the area anyway. Now, she felt bad for having thought what she had about Godric and his business. He was truly a remarkable man.
Godric paused beside her. “We don’t have to bring him, if you don’t want to.”
Affrica smiled. “No worries; family is good to have in some pictures, so it’ll be fine.”
Reeve drove up to them in a cart and stopped. He turned his head toward her, and she felt his eyes looking at her even though they remained hidden. “Someone call for a ride?” he asked.
She exchanged amused grins with Godric before shaking her head. Reeve Leighton was an enigma. Devilishly charming one second and downright rude the next.
Grabbing her bag, Affrica set it in the back of the cart and climbed in, leaving the seat beside the handsome Reeve open for his brother to occupy. The rear seat of this one faced back so she stared at where they had been, not at the two men in the front.
“Why are you sitting back there?” Reeve questioned. “You should be up front.”
And sit beside you? No way. You are too tempting for my own good. “I’m fine back here. So long as you can drive a cart safely.”
“Trust me, sweetcheeks, you’ll never be in more capable hands.”
Affrica rolled her eyes as she heard Godric groan and mutter something under his breath. She desperately wanted to know what he said when Reeve chuckled.
His deep, rumbling laughter did something to her insides. There was a twinge of longing that settled over her. Her skin prickled, and it was almost as if she was taking photos in a dangerous place, as opposed to sitting in the back of a golf cart at a country club.
Reeve Leighton was a dangerous man. He wielded some kind of power over her, and she knew better than to try and figure it out. His kind was not good for her.
“Stop here,” Godric ordered.
Reeve did as he commanded. Affrica took in the sight before her. Her breath left her in a slow sigh. She had never had a use for golf courses, but she had to admit, this was gorgeous.
Reeve had stopped them along a stunning lake. The intense blue against the vibrant green of the grass created a beautiful image. Rolling hills, perfectly manicured, it really was breathtaking, in a non-natural, man-made kind of way.
Grabbing her bag, Affrica stepped off the cart and looked at the two men standing there. Godric was handsome but he didn’t do anything in the way of riling up her senses. He wasn’t as dark as his brother Reeve, nor was he blondish like Scott.
His hair was just a normal brown, and his eyes were a nice shade of blue, but again, his appearance did nothing to or for her. He was attractive but she was not in any danger of tripping up over her words around him.
However, if she cut her eyes to the left just a bit. That man…he did everything Godric couldn’t do for her. The hair, eyes she knew were deep, rich chocolaty brown made her insides quiver, the overconfident tilt of his head and the smirk on his face—all of it—just screamed sexy, hot, overbearing, and Affrica couldn’t believe how much this man turned her on.
As if he knew what she was thinking, Reeve tipped his head down so their gazes could meet and winked at her before pushing his sunglasses back up over his eyes. She shivered despite the warmth of the day. Damn him.
She knelt down by her bag and opened it, taking out her camera. “Let’s get started.”
Hope you enjoyed the sneak peek.
**Keep checking back throughout the week to get a look at the other amazing authors in the box set and their stories. Below is a list of the authors in this collection and their stories:
Rallenti ~ Sienna Mynx
Last Call ~ Bridget Midway
The Wrath of Michael ~ Serenity King
Everything is Everything ~ Pepper Pace
Vasily’s Revenge ~ Latrivia Nelson
TAttooed Moon ~ Tiana Laveen
Double Trouble – Men of 3X CONStruction ~ Erosa Knowles
Seiged by Rym ~ Yvette Hines
Raw Exposure ~ Aliyah Burke
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Okay, y’all! Over the next 9 days I will be posting snippets from each story in the Scandalous Heroes Box Set. 9 stories for $0.99 for a limited time.
Today’s focus is on Rallenti penned by Sienna Mynx and part of her Battaglia series. Check out what Sienna says about her stories on the Fan Page for the series: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=823725354344694&set=gm.702368029833574&type=1
RALLENTI ~ Sienna Mynx (Amazon Bestseller)
“One word. You must learn it, before we begin,” he traced his finger now across the outline of her lip. “Say it with me. Rallenti.” – Renaldo Cracchiolo The year is 1993. Life as an enforcer for one of the most notorious crime bosses in Italy isn’t easy. Renaldo Cracchiolo is a Sicilian who takes pride in the oaths of omerta to honor and obey the wishes of his Don. It’s the reason why he was chosen to cross the Atlantic to New York City. However, the woman he meets and the time they share changes his heart and destiny.
Almost done with 5k this morning. I’m hungry but have to finish this first. Hope all those in the path of the hurricane (myself included) stay safe. So, since I was talking with some writer friends about promo stuff, I have to ask this. For pens, which do you prefer?
Black ink
or
Blue ink — 
listening to Hans Zimmer.
Doing a bit of writing before Ms. Opal and I head off to do a therapy session with some Alzheimer patients. I hope everyone has a wonderful Wednesday and gets what they need to, accomplished. For the woman who yelled at me on my walk (way to early for a confrontation in my estimation) about how I should be ashamed for not rescuing dogs and how I’m contributing to the overpopulation of shelters…d…o your homework, breeders don’t fill them, irresponsible owners do. I have nothing against rescue animals but you don’t see me running around blaming her that breeders aren’t making money because she’s going to a shelter for her pet. I’m not generally a nice person anyway if you get up in my face, especially if you’re angry (I’m a firm believer in personal space), so consider yourself lucky this morning. That saying about how I will break off a level of crazy if you go after/try to hurt one of my dogs, is no lie, I was like that when I was much younger and I’m even more protective now. I don’t like people being threatening around them. Or me. *stepping off soapbox* This is a day for much sweet tea and meditation. And a lot of time spent back in 1827…hopefully no cell phones show up in the story this time. — 
listening to 80s on 8.
listening to 80s on 8.
