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Just For You, Sir
Doms of Decadence Book 1
by Laylah Roberts
Genre: BDSM, Menage, Contemporary Romance
Since losing his wife, Derrick hasn’t been interested in another
relationship. But lately, he’s been growing bored playing with a
different sub each weekend. He needs something more.
On the run from an abusive husband, the last thing Jacey needs a man.
Yet, there is something about Derrick that calls to her, that makes
her imagine impossible things…
Like having him touch her, taste her, take her, dominate her.
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Forever Yours, Sir
Doms of Decadence Book 2
Blaming herself for her best friend’s death, Cady shuts herself off from
the rest of the world, determined not to let anyone close again,
determined not to care.
But then circumstances throw her into the path of Hunter Black, a man who
wasn’t used to hearing no. A Dom who sets her heart racing, has her
craving his dominance, his touch, his love.
From the moment he meets Cady, Hunter can’t get her out of his mind. He
offers her a job to get her off the streets and under his protection.
He wants to dominate her, protect her, love her.
Now they just need to overcome their pasts and figure out that happily
ever after really does exist.
*Even though this part of a series it can be read on its own
For the Love of Sir
Doms of Decadence Book 3
Despite being rejected once by Alex, Tara couldn’t help but lust after the
sexy, sophisticated Dom. Rundown and exhausted, sometimes it felt
like her fantasies were all that kept her going.
So what if part of her fantasy could become a reality?
Alex wasn’t looking for a relationship. He wasn’t about to trust
another woman after his ex-wife cheated on him. But he couldn’t
deny the attraction he felt towards Tara. But would the sweet sub be
willing to accept his proposal?
He’d take care of her, protect her, dominate her and give her multiple,
delicious orgasms. In return all she had to do was promise not to
fall in love with him.
No emotions=no pain.
Simple right?
Sinfully Yours, Sir
Doms of Decadence Book 4
He was her every fantasy brought to life—protective, dominant, sweet
and sexy. And he wanted her. Life was looking pretty good…
Until Tilly gets a phone call that flips her world upside down. Now there’s
a gang breathing down her neck; she’s relying on a mob boss for
help and she’s in a whole world of trouble.
Dylan wasn’t about to stand by and let anything come between him and the
woman he intended to spend his life with. He would do whatever was
necessary to protect her, no matter what secrets in his past he had
to confront or what lines he had to cross…
Although this is part of a series it can be read on its own
Make Me, Sir
Doms of Decadence Book 5
Reagan is smart. She’s successful.
She’s also in big trouble.
The cops think she’s crazy. But she knows someone is breaking into her
apartment and messing with her mind. Luckily for her, the Doms of
Club Decadence look after their own. They hire Black-Gray
Investigations to look into her stalker.

They send in Tiny.
Sexy, confident, all male. He confuses her, arouses her and irritates her.
He’s not turned off by her quirks. Instead, he embraces them.

Could he be the man for her? The Dom to make her truly submit? Or will he
leave when the threat to Reagan is over, leaving her alone once more.

And even lonelier than before.

No cliffhanger. Happy ever after guaranteed.

A Taste of Sir
Doms of Decadence Book 6
Lacey Andrews was confident, self-assured, successful…until the day she
became one man’s twisted obsession and her life changed forever.
After quitting her job as a profiler at the FBI, she takes a job at
Black-Gray Investigations. Surely, working at a small investigation
firm is just what she needs to get herself back on track. Low stress,
no pressure, a slower pace.
Yeah, right.
Her new work mates are intense, protective, and a little insane. Then
there’s her boss. Gray Mathers. The man is sex on a stick, and
she’d like to lick him. All over.
Again. And again.
Low key? No stress? Nuh-uh, not her life.
Gray can’t work out what he’s done to offend their newest employee, but
she practically runs the other way when she sees him coming. She
could use a session at the club to help her relax.
And perhaps he was just the Dom to help her.
As Gray and Lacey discover, secrets have a way of breaking free. Even
when you least expect it.
No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.
To Save Sir
Doms of Decadence Book 7
What would you do to save the person you loved? Would you die for them?
Would you kill for them?
She just wanted to make the world a better place…
All Jenna wanted was to help people. That’s why she went to medical
school. Why she joined Doctors Without Borders. She knew she could
make a difference …until the day her world is ripped apart.
He didn’t think there was any good left in the world…
Curt Nolan didn’t feel hope any more. He didn’t feel much of anything. The
only thing that got him out of bed was his job at Black-Gray
Investigations. Until he is hired to rescue Jenna. She’s everything
he isn’t. Good, kind, sweet.
And when he realizes the danger to Jenna isn’t over, Curt knows he’ll
do whatever is necessary to protect her.
Sir’s Redemption
Doms of Decadence Book 8
Kinley Stevens was in trouble.
Lying to your Dom is never a good idea. Not if you want to sit comfortably
the next day.
But she had no other choice. She loved being dominated in the bedroom,
but Sloan was the type of guy who would take over her life if she let him.
Mind you, he couldn’t do a worse job of managing her life than she was.
Sloan knows that Kinley is keeping something from him. And it’s totally
unacceptable. If he has to take her in hand to show her then he will. Gladly.
But little does he realize that her secret is going to collide with
his…in the form of the man he once shared a sub with.
The man he blamed for her death.
The man who now wants that same arrangement with Kinley.
Laylah Roberts lives in New Zealand with her husband. She started writing a
few years ago and hasn’t looked back since. Her other passion
besides writing is traveling and the list of places she wants to
visit gets bigger every year.

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Mastering the Professor

Volume I, Issue Two

August 23, 2016

 

■☼≈☼■IT’S HERE! ■☼≈☼■ IT’S HERE! ■☼≈☼■ IT’S HERE! ■☼≈☼■

 J. Steele strikes again!

 

TRAINING TO BE TAKEN,

 

Book Three Of

MASTERING THE PROFESSOR

 

After a particularly sensual interlude with Emma Burke, following an evening of the hottest sex he’d ever participated in, Gage Rutherford is terrified. As a Dom, he’s always prided himself on being able to remain aloof from his submissives. Guiding them, mentoring them, and scening with them while maintaining strict control of both himself and the women. Never allowing any personal feelings to intrude.

But with Emma, everything is different. He’s feeling things he swore he’d never feel. Wanting things he never imagined wanting. This woman is just way too appealing and that makes her dangerous. He needs to put as much distance between them as possible. Now.

Except he can’t seem to break away. He’s never found a more perfect submissive than Emma. Masochist to his sadist, adventurous, and so damned responsive. Unfortunately, as idyllic as she seems on the surface, keeping her could easily turn out to be the worst mistake of his life.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

She knew she was staring, but she couldn’t help herself. He was magnificent with that broad chest, firm, well-defined pecs, the smattering of crisp, curly, black hairs dusting his sun-bronzed skin.  Holy fuck! His cock wasn’t the only thing that was pierced!  Stainless steel barbells skewered his coppery nipples and suddenly her mouth went from desert dry to bubbling spring and her pussy grew even wetter. She licked her lips. Jesus, she wanted to suck those hard nipples, play with those piercings, make him shudder and groan with desire.

He toed off his black wingtips. His hands moved to his belt buckle and her gaze followed like a guided missile. The clinking sound made by the metal pieces as he freed them from the strip of leather was quickly becoming one of her favorite sounds in the entire world. A sound guaranteed to stoke her arousal to fever pitch. A sound that made her want to sink to her knees and suck his cock. Or bend over the nearest sofa to feel the kiss of the folded leather on her ass and thighs. As he unzipped his pants and bent forward to push them down, she gasped.

Jesus! He had a tattoo! From the looks of it, a rather large tattoo. As she watched, mesmerized, he stepped out of his trousers, picked them up, straightened, and turned to put them on a hanger, revealing the sheer magnitude of the tattoo. A spectacular medieval dragon, wheeling in mid-flight, covered his entire back. The dragon’s head, located on Gage’s left shoulder blade, was turned to shoot a blast of fiery flames back toward the observer. His wings rose over the top of Gage’s shoulders. The long sinewy tail stretched down over the round globe of Gage’s right ass cheek and wrapped around his thigh, its barbed tip ending on the back of his calf just below his right knee. The mythical creature’s scales were a rainbow of jewel tones that seemed to shimmer in the bright bathroom light.

Emma’s hand flew to her throat. Good Lord! I watched every move he made at the club last Friday night as he worked that woman over! How come I didn’t notice all that fabulous ink? Or those pierced nipples? How could I possibly have missed them? She shook her head. I don’t know. Could it be because the light in there was so dim?

Yeah, it could, her cynical self argued snidely, but that wouldn’t be the whole reason, now, would it? Face it. You were too busy staring at that menacing mask he was wearing. Or those gorgeous muscles flexing and bunching every time he raised and lowered his arm.

Bullshit. You didn’t notice the tats or the piercings because the instant his eyes met yours you were caught. Captured. Held in thrall as if you’d been trapped in a force field, helpless to look away. And when he started walking toward you, you were a goner. The breath snagged in her lungs and she shivered at the memory of that slow, predatory advance across the room toward her, their gazes still locked, electricity zapping back and forth between them as he’d closed the distance that separated them.

That was the real reason those other details hadn’t registered on her brain. His gaze had captured hers like a rabbit in a snare and she’d been too busy drowning in those emerald green pools to notice anything else. Exactly as she was drowning in them now. Because he had turned around and was once again facing her.

She cleared her throat. “There has to be a story behind that tattoo,” she said, her voice so hoarse it sounded strangled.

 

TRAINING TO BE TAKEN

 

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OTHER NEWS

 

I just attended the BDSM Writers Conference in New York City, hosted by Dr. Charley Ferrer. It was absolutely fabulous. I met two of my favorite authors, Sierra Cartwright and M. Q. Barber, and became acquainted with others who are being added to my growing list of favorite authors.

 

The best thing about this conference was meeting and getting to know the wide variety of people attending—from full-time, 24/7 practitioners to people just getting their toes wet. From twenty-somethings to senior citizens. From authors of dozens of books to authors who are still writing their first, along with readers who simply enjoy reading what we write.

 

Workshops covered a wide variety of topics such as Ten Tools for Erotica Writers and Emotions & Perspectives from a Dominant & a submissive. In one hands-on demonstration, we learned what it felt like to be on both the giving and receiving end of a flogger. My favorite, however, was the violet wand demonstration. (Totally awesome, by the way). If you don’t know what that is, just Google it. In my book, Passion’s Magic, I included a brief violet wand scene and described the sensation as like “bathing in Alka-Seltzer.” That is truly what it feels like. Millions of tiny bubbles bursting against your skin. Except it’s an illusion created by electricity. It’s exhilarating. We also learned what it felt like to be on both the giving and receiving end of a flogging.

 

Since the trip to an actual dungeon was, unfortunately, cancelled, some workshop leaders presented a typical D/s scene in Dr. Charley’s suite. It was actually quite lovely. The thing that stood out the most, to me, at any rate, was the powerful emotion of the interaction. The Dom’s total attention was focused on his sub and the deep connection the two shared was evident throughout the entire scene from set-up right through the aftercare. All the reasons I love both reading and writing this genre, and all the elements I hope I manage to convey in my own books.

 

Two conferences are held each year, one in Everett, WA in the spring and one in New York City in August. For more information, check out the BDSM Writers Con website at: http://bdsmwriterscon.com/

 

Even if you’ve never written a word in your life, if you enjoy reading erotica, erotic romance, BDSM romance, LGBTQ romance or any combination thereof, you will be warmly welcomed. And you’ll meet lots of awesome authors, both those who are familiar to you and new ones you’ll want to add to your keeper shelf.

T.S. Irons back to School Sale! Stepdaddy Dom

 

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Do you like smokin’ hot, taboo short stories? Then we have got a sale for you!
The very naughty author T. S. Irons is preparing to release Brat Out of Hell, the short story follow up to Stepdaddy Dom. To celebrate this event, she is putting all her books on sale for .99¢ This sale runs August 22 – August 28.
Let us show you what she has, but be warned, these titles may cause your e-Reader to melt!

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Stepdaddy Dom (Step Dom) –
An erotic taboo tale  by T.S. Irons
#BDSM #erotic #taboo

 

 

My life was almost perfect. I had a job I loved that made me a ton of money. I had the perfect wife who was sexy, smart, and loved to play games in the bedroom. And then there was Riley, my eighteen-year-old stepdaughter, the bane of my existence. She was a spoiled brat that needed to be taught a lesson, and I was going to bend her into submission.

 

brat.jpgBrat Out of Hell by T.S. Irons
#BDSM #taboo #erotic
 
RELEASING SEPTEMBER 1, 2016
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Step-daddy said I was a spoiled brat and needed to be taught a lesson. Well, two can play that game. If he wouldn’t play with me, I’d find someone else to take the dungeon. I didn’t plan on getting caught. Next, I was kicked out of the house, landed on the doorstep of the Church of the Brotherly Bonds. Pastor Damian was too hot to be a man of the cloth. Seeking salvation has never been more fun.

 

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sibriv.jpgSibling Rivalry by T.S. Irons
#erotic #menage #taboo

 

 

They say everything is bigger in Texas. I witnessed it first hand: the men, egos, and lifestyles. I was smack dab in the middle of it. My name is Cassandra Wade. I gave up a successful modeling career to be the trophy wife of Jackson Wade, the famous oil magnate. It would have been great if it weren’t for Jackson’s twin sons, Derek and Damon. They were polar opposites: the angel and the devil incarnate. While Jackson offered me security, Derek and Damon offered something very different. Something I tried to resist, but the urge and desire was too strong and I succumbed to temptation. What will happen if Jackson finds out? It’s sure to be an epic battle of wills because losing isn’t a word the Wade men tolerate.

 

wicked.jpgMy Wicked Stepsister by T.S. Irons
#taboo #erotic #romance #menage

 

 

My wicked stepsister—a tale of lust, seduction and surrender.

 

Drew Reynolds was the most beautiful woman in the world to me. We grew up together, and I’ve watched out for her since we were children. She was the Hollywood “It” Girl—flirty, outrageous, and always in trouble.
I’ve been her protector, her rock, her savior. I also happened to be her stepbrother, and completely infatuated with her.

 

Growing up in Hollywood, we’ve always had an unconventional family. Nothing is ever as it seems. When the lines between reality and fantasy become blurred, what’s a guy to do?
Should I push aside my feelings of desire or cross a line I’m not sure either one of us can come back from?

 

#mustread #1click

 

revelations.jpgRevelations: Confessions of a Dirty Girl by T.S. Irons
#eroticromance #suspense #99cents

 

Revelations is a full length novel

 

 

 

I lead a charmed life on the Upper East Side of New York with a doting daddy who adored me.
Then one day it all came to a screeching halt. I escaped the only life I had known. In a new town with a new identity and no friends, I had two choices—wallow in pity or embrace my new life and the possibilities it could bring me. With the FBI in pursuit, I decided to stop worrying about things I had no control over.
I was free from the proper, privileged life I had lived. I was also free of a very boring, uptight boyfriend whose idea of sex was five minutes in missionary position followed by a shower to clean himself off. Now I could take a journey and follow my own sexual urges.
It was all fun and games until Patrick Shannon showed up with a beer and pizza and wanted to talk, which lead to him spending the night. As feelings brewed beneath the surface and the FBI closed in, I grew anxious. Should I take a chance with Shannon, who pissed me off just as much as he excited me? Or should I flee the man I was falling for to stay one step ahead of the FBI?

 

tsirons.jpgT.S. Irons likes all things smutty! She loves lingerie, sexy movies and hot reads.
She lives in Pennsylvania with her sexy husband and their crazy dog.
Her published works include Stepdaddy Dom (Step-Dom), Sibling Rivalry and My Wicked Stepsister.

 

Twitter: @TSIrons1

 

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Show Me, Sir by Sonni de Soto

Show-Me-Sir-KindleShow Me, Sir by Sonni de Soto (@sonni_de  @SinfulPress) #romance #BDSM #kindle #kindleunlimited

Blurb:

This novel contains explicit sexual scenes including bondage and voyeurism.

Max Wells is a ball-busting, ass-kicking testament to female empowerment, who’s yet to meet the person who can push her down.

Until she meets a man she only knows as Sir.

Shamelessly deviant, Hayato knows exactly what Max thinks of Dominants like him. So ready to dismiss his lifestyle, she’s the type to assume she knows everything about it and him after one cursory glance from the outside in. But, looking at Max—at her intelligence and passion—he can see more in her than the misconceptions she’s deliberately blinding herself with.

And, determined, he plans to show her more.

Max and Hayato engage in a dance of wit, will, and seduction as they negotiate roles, rewrite rules, and learn the true meaning of empowerment.

But, just as their game heats up, it gets used against them. Seeking to punish them with their play, someone threatens to drag their private lives out into the public spotlight.

With high stakes and bitter scandal looming over their heads, Max and her Sir will have to work together to show that what the world thinks they are does not define who they are.

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Excerpt:

“I’m looking at you, Max.” She watched his firm mouth – his tongue and teeth – form the words. “I like looking at you.” His smooth voice flowed over her senses. “I want to touch you.”

Her breath caught and her eyes opened wide.

Okay, too much. That was way too much.

Having him there, having him watch her, felt wicked and dangerous and was toeing an erotic line that Max had never known.

She couldn’t imagine what having him touch her would be like.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“You said you wouldn’t,” she reminded him, wavering between want and worry.

“I said I wouldn’t pay to do so,” he clarified, his hand reaching out to stroke a fallen strand of her vibrant hair. “When I touch you, it won’t be for any other reason than I want to and you want me to as well.” Curling the strand around his fingers, he tested its texture and feel. “Tell me you want me to.”

She shivered. It didn’t feel safe – him behind her, fully dressed while she was half-naked. It didn’t feel safe to be in a room full of mirrors with Hallie somewhere in the store. It was frightening and intense. Frightening because it was so intense.

“Imagine it.” He let his hand slide through the thick mass of her hair. “Think about how good it’ll be when I place my hands all over your soft body. Think about how wet I can make you, not just slick but soaked.” He paused, his gaze stroking south. “You’re already more than halfway there, aren’t you?” He leaned in close, his hot breath caressing the delicate, sensitive curve of her ear. “Just say the words. Tell me what we both know you want.”

God, she did. God help her, she wanted this man to touch her, to stroke her, to fuck her. He made her body feel weak with need and consumed by mindless desire. She wanted him to touch. She wanted to touch. She wanted to strip and be stripped and to drown in the promise his hot gaze held.

“Say it.”

She wanted to. So badly.

She opened her mouth. “No.”

She wanted him, everything he was offering her, so much her body hummed with it.

And it scared her.

What kind of woman – what kind of modern, independent, strong, and smart woman – was she that she would let him have this much power over her? Was a word away from becoming a puddle of sexual putty in his hands? He was turning her into something she’d spent her entire life rejecting.

What was wrong with her?

Her attention snapped back, her worry turning into panic, then an unexpectedly feral snarl, low and perilous, rumbled deep in his throat. She flinched, afraid to look at him. Afraid to move or speak or breathe while the beast inside the man clenched.

She’d never felt so naked, so vulnerable and helpless, in her life.

Finally, she braved a look up, readying herself for his ire, sure he would storm ahead or storm away.

But he just nodded stiffly, his face and body held rigidly in control. She watched his nostrils flare and a muscle in his jaw tick. The fire in his eyes burned even as cold ice hardened them. They narrowed on her predatorily.

Slowly, each movement precise and exact, he reached inside his jacket, pulling another sheet from his pocket. Holding it up like a dare, he said in a low, calm, articulated voice, “Touch yourself.”

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Buy links for Show Me, Sir:

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1SIqdRX

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1NLtlot

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Sonni de Soto is an Asian kinkster of color, who loves and lives the lifestyle when she can. Her work involves The Taming School and Show Me, Sir, as well as stories in Between the Shores: Erotica With Consent and The First Annual Geeky Kink Anthology. Like any good nerd, she loves learning new and interesting things about science, art, culture, and, of course, sex and love. She’s always thrilled to hear from readers.

 

Links:

Blog: www.sonnidesoto.blogspot.co.uk

Tumblr: http://sonni-de-soto.tumblr.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sonnidesotostories/

Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/1810574

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The Doms of Passion Lake- By Julie Shelton

INTRODUCING THE DOMS OF PASSION LAKE
BRAND NEW EROTIC BDSM SERIES
BY JULIE SHELTON

Virginia is for lovers. Passion Lake is for…kinky lovers. Welcome to Passion Lake, a town owned and operated by a group of ex-Navy SEALs. A town where they are free to live their kinky lifestyles without fear of interference or censure.

A group of former SEAL teammates get together and buy the derelict, bankrupt town of Porterfield, Virginia, along with thirteen square miles of surrounding land, and turn it into the thriving tourist destination of Passion Lake, Virginia. Located in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, the town boasts not only the large, deep-water lake from which it derives its name, but also farmland, grazing land, a couple of creeks, scenic trails, and a World War I era airfield. The amenities offered include a lodge with cabins, camping, boating, fishing, horseback riding, hiking, a main street featuring both quirky and elegant little shops, and excellent restaurants. Passion Lake is around 30 miles down the road from Marshall’s Creek, where Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair, and Sarah Marshall, the heroes and heroine of Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah, and Keeping Sarah live.
Many of the Doms of Passion Lake were minor characters in my three books about Jesse, Adam, and Sarah. Along with many of my readers, I felt they deserved books of their own. So, if you’re curious about what happened to Clay “Raven” Nighthorse, Nik “Iceman” Rostov, Jay “Dizzy” Gillespie, Ted “Solo” Solomon and all the other hot hunky former SEALs, you’ll find out in this new series, The Doms of Passion Lake. The first book in the series is Passion’s Dream.

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PASSION’S DREAM – BACK COVER BLURB
When Clay “Raven” Nighthorse is offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by her vengeful ex, he’s ready to turn it down. Until he discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years ago. The woman with whom he felt an instant connection. The woman who has been haunting his dreams ever since.
Leah Stanhope has never forgotten the day she surprised her husband in bed with another woman. Nor has she forgotten the kindness and compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his arms and let her cry herself out on a public beach. She despairs of ever seeing him again until fate brings them together in a conflagration of desire and smoking hot
passion. Can Clay convince Leah to risk her heart? And when her stalker finds her, will Clay be able to stop him in time?

PASSION’S DREAM – ADULT EXCERPT
Lifting his hand, he placed his fingertips against her cheek.
She jerked her head away, but otherwise couldn’t move. It was as if she’d been turned to stone. “Don’t touch me!” She’d meant it to be an icy command, but instead it came out a choked, frightened whisper.
Ignoring her, he sent his fingers on a journey along the line of her jaw, down the slender column of her neck. He paused at the base of her neck, holding the tip of his index finger over the pulse hammering there, betraying her agitation. The journey continued down over her collar bones, across the creamy, sloping mound of her breast to the edge of her modest bathing suit top. When she made no move to stop him, he hooked his forefinger into the stretchy material. When she still didn’t move, he allowed his fingernail to scrape against her tender flesh as he traced the outline of the fabric down to its lowest point—the point where it stretched across the shadowed valley between her breasts.
“Don’t—”It was a choked whisper. She closed her eyes, but she made no attempt to remove his hand. She was trembling, every clamoring nerve aware of his nearness, the potent sexuality of his hard, male body so close to hers. ‘I-I’m engaged to be married.”
“Ah, yes.” His lips twisted. “The ever-devoted fiance. Tell me, Leah,” he tugged her toward him, the weight of his hand pulling the stretchy, jersey top outward, threatening to release the rounded fullness of her breasts. “Tell me about him. What’s it like making love to an old man?”
She should have pushed him away. She should have stepped back—anything to put distance between them. Except she wasn’t standing. She was floating in the water, anchored by her elbow on the pool deck and his finger hooked in her bikini top. Unable to get away, she stared up at him helplessly, trapped as much by the confusion leaping within her as she was by the sensual spell he seemed to be weaving around her like a web.
Resting his left elbow on the underwater shelf, he released her top and lifted his hand to shape the back of her head, those long, lean fingers threading through the damp silk of her hair. “Does his touch arouse you?” Slowly, sensuously, he pulled her toward him, closing the distance between them, until his firm, mobile mouth was less than an inch from her own, his breath warm against her lips. “Does he set you on fire?”
The hard contours of his body brushed tantalizingly against the softly rounded curves of her own as the cool water undulated against them.
“Does he kiss you like this?” Clay persisted, dropping a warm, feather-light kiss near one corner of her trembling mouth, “like a father? Or perhaps like an uncle or older brother, like this,” he pressed his lips first to her cheek, then, tilting her head down, her forehead. “Or does he kiss you like a lover? Like this—”and his mouth closed over hers in a dark, golden storm, his lips expertly parting hers to admit the probing sweetness of his tongue.
Leah stiffened and tried to pull away, but it was too late. The flame ignited by his touch was all-consuming. Without volition, her arms went around his neck, her legs circled his waist, ankles locking behind him. The sheer size of the erection pressing against her sex made her gasp. Her belly plummeted, sending moisture gushing out of her pussy onto the strip of fabric that was the bottom of her two-piece. She’d never been so aroused in her life. Her traitorous body arched toward his, her hips grinding her sex against his cock. She moaned into his mouth as his arms went tightly around her back, crushing her soft breasts to his hard chest. Locked together, they sank beneath the surface of the water. Instead of panicking and struggling to break free, Leah wound her arms tightly around his neck and held on, trusting in his care of her.
Without breaking the kiss, Clay pushed off the deep end of the pool with a powerful thrust of his muscular legs, gliding swiftly through the water to the center of the pool, where he could stand up. They broke the surface still locked together, their mouths tearing apart only long enough to drag air into their oxygen-starved lungs before crushing back together, tongues dueling passionately.
Leah loosened her hold on his neck, running her hands wonderingly over his shoulders and back, savoring the power of the muscles flexing beneath his satin-smooth skin, delighting in the heat of his body beneath the cool slickness of the pool water. In spite of the pervading smell of chlorine, she could still smell his clean, masculine scent. Losing all reason, she broke off the kiss to bury her face in the side of his neck, where it curved into his shoulder, inhaling that scent deep into her lungs. Daringly, she put out her tongue and took a tiny lick of his warm, moist skin. God, he tasted so good! He felt so good! She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped from her throat. Her hands curved around to the back of his head, her fingers gripping the thick, wet mass of his hair, holding his head still. She drew a shuddering breath, trying desperately to get herself under control. This is a mistake! This is a colossal mistake!

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Book Two of The Doms of Passion Lake series, Passion’s Fury, is about Caleb Rafferty and his brothers, Simon and Ash. They are triplets, all pilots, and they own the Passion Lake airfield where they operate a popular Executive Charter business and a helicopter sight-seeing business. In addition, Caleb is the Sheriff of Passion Lake and Ash is a professional photographer who specializes in fetish photography. They are looking for that special “One”, a woman who will take on the challenge of three men and who will thrive under their loving dominance.
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Kylie Ferrell’s nightmare begins when she discovers her boss dead from a bullet to the head. In less than twenty-four hours, she endures a police interrogation, finds her boyfriend in bed with another woman and her house explodes.
Terrified, she does the only sensible thing. She runs. Right through broken glass.
When Simon Rafferty finds her sleeping in her broken-down car by the side of the road near Passion Lake, Virginia, the connection between them is instantaneous and combustible. He recognizes her as the woman he and his two brothers have been searching for all their lives. Their lifetime submissive. And the fact that she’s homeless, injured, and targeted by the mob? Minor details.
Identical triplets and former spec ops soldiers, Caleb, Simon, and Ash Rafferty are more than capable of handling anything life throws at them. Including a sweet, sexy, lusciously curvy woman who has sworn off all men and who is clueless about the darkness of their needs and desires. Clueless…but intrigued. These dominant alpha males will do whatever it takes to get her into their bed, their hearts, their lives…and their dungeon.
But Kylie has secrets that put them all in deadly danger. And when that danger catches up with her, Caleb, Simon, and Ash must launch a desperate search to find her before she is ripped from them forever.
PASSION’S FURY – ADULT EXCERPT
Ash carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the toilet. “Bathroom first,” he said with a wink, pulling her shorts and panties down to her knees before she could utter a word of protest, “followed by hot, naughty, nekkid sex.”
Oh, yeah.
Quickly squeezing a roll of toothpaste onto her toothbrush, he handed it to her, then left her alone to pee and brush her teeth. “Ash!” she shouted through a mouth full of toothpaste foam, but it was Caleb who came back through the door.
He took the toothbrush from her and handed her an empty plastic cup. “Spit.”
He then handed her a cup of water so she could rinse her mouth while he rinsed off the toothbrush in the sink. When he was done rinsing the plastic cups, Simon joined them carrying a stainless steel bowl and a couple of towels. Caleb bent down and pulled her shorts and panties the rest of the way off. When she made a tiny sound, he just leveled a look at her—a scorching, heated, possessive look—and said, “Can’t have hot, naughty, nekkid sex if you’re not nekkid.”
“Good point.”
He pulled the purple knit tee top over her head and quickly divested her of her bra. Then he lifted her, but instead of carrying her out into the bedroom, he sat her down right in the middle of the long marble counter. Fortunately Simon had covered the cold marble with one of the towels, so she was spared that particular shock.
She was not, however, spared the shock of seeing him swirling a shaving brush around inside an old-fashioned ceramic moustache cup. Oh, my God! They really are going to shave me down there!
Caleb and Ash flanked him. “Lean back on your hands, baby,” Ash instructed. “Normally we’d have you place your feet flat on the counter, but this time we’ll just hold your legs apart instead.” At Simon’s nod, Ash and Caleb each grabbed a leg beneath her knee and spread them wide open, revealing her entire slit from her clit at the top to her puckered asshole at the bottom, already glistening with feminine juice. Cold air brushed across her wet skin, sending goose bumps rippling up her spine.
Simon moved to stand between her legs. “Beautiful,” he murmured, bending at the waist to place his lips against her clit, sucking gently until she threw back her head and released a shuddering moan. “And delicious. I could feast on this pussy all day. But it will be even more beautiful and delicious once I’ve removed all this hair.” He loaded the brush with foamy suds and slathered it all over her mound, her labia, even her anus, its tickling touch making her squirm. Then he picked up a safety razor. “Okay, darlin’, I need you to hold real still for me.” Pulling her skin taut between his thumb and forefinger, he stroked the razor right down the center of her mound, removing a swath of dark, curly hair. He handed the razor to Caleb, who swished it through the water in the stainless steel bowl before handing it back.
Kylie watched, fascinated, as her pubic hair slowly disappeared, even those few stray hairs down by her anus, leaving nothing but glistening pink skin behind.
“Now that,” Caleb said admiringly, dropping the razor in the bowl of soapy water, “is a pretty sight.” He and Ash released her legs, but Simon still stood between them, keeping them apart.
“Now for the touch test,” he murmured, bending again and placing his mouth against the top of her mound. He proceeded to kiss, lick, nibble, and suck every inch of her newly-exposed skin, sending her arousal spiking off the charts.
Her breath was coming in short, sharp pants, her back arching as she succumbed to the pleasure rippling through her.
Simon raised his head, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes dark and glazed with lust. His face shone with her juices. “Perfect,” he said, palming her mound and running his two middle fingers through her sopping slit, gathering her slick syrup. “You are perfect. The perfect woman. The perfect sub. And you’re all ours.” On the word “ours” he plunged his fingers into her vagina, forcing a sharp cry from the back of her throat.
Her head threw back and her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward into Caleb’s and Ash’s waiting hands. As they plumped and kneaded her generous flesh, pinching and twisting and tugging on her nipples, they were also busy dropping gentle kisses on her closed eyes, down the curves of her cheeks, along her jawline. Then on her lips, first Ash, then Caleb, back and forth between the two of them.
The breath shivered from her lungs. Pleasure shimmered through her entire body from every contact point as Simon finger-fucked her, suckling and nibbling her clit, building her orgasm until her body seized in an explosion that ripped her apart with pleasure. Her scream echoed around them as they kept the pleasure going through continual gentle touches and dirty words whispered into her ear.
When her body finally slumped in satiation, Simon backed away, his fingers departing from her cunt with a slurping sound. “Okay, darlin’, that’ll have to hold you for a while.”

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Book Three, Passion’s Hope, is about Nik Rostov and Jay Gillespie and their search for their perfect woman. They own the Passion Lake Lodge and campgrounds, and The Icehouse Bar, where a local band plays live music every Friday and Saturday night for dancing. They find their perfect submissive at Risqué, Jesse, Adam, and Sarah’s new, private BDSM club.

PASSION’S HOPE – BACK COVER BLURB
On the run from an abusive Dom, out-of-work waitress and aspiring singer Charlotte Fielding has sworn off men and she’s sworn off the BDSM lifestyle. She only stopped by this BDSM Club Open House to stock up on the free food before heading for an audition with a country/rock band. But when her abuser, a rich and powerful businessman, who also happens to be at the Open House, insults and attacks her publicly, former SEALs Nikolai Rostov and Jay Gillespie come to her rescue and offer to help. But that would require her to trust the two hunkiest Doms she’s ever met. And Charlotte’s all out of trust.
But fate has brought these three people together—Nik, the big Russian Daddy Dom, Jay, the switch, and Charlie, the submissive who needs what both of these men have to offer. Just as they need what she has to offer. Can she learn to trust them? Can she risk her heart? And when her abuser hires a hit man to keep her from testifying against him in court, will Charlie stay and let Nik and Jay risk their lives in order to keep her safe? Or will she run—and risk destroying the only happiness she has ever known?

PASSION’S HOPE – ADULT EXCERPT
Nik took the tube of lube from Cherie and squirted a generous amount on the first two fingers of his right hand. He touched the tip of his index finger to Jay’s dark pucker and began rimming the tight little hole, unable to tear his gaze from the lascivious sight as he penetrated up to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way up to the webbing. Jay moaned and wriggled his ass, pushing back into Nik’s touch.
Nik’s laugh was wicked. “So.” He circled his finger inside Jay’s tight channel. “I think you like having a finger up your ass, don’t you, boy? You may answer with words.”
Jay’s response was a guttural groan. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Well, then, let’s see how you like two fingers up your ass.” Nik pulled his finger out, then combined it with his middle finger, pushing them both inside Jay’s hot channel.
As Nik’s fingers slid past his prostate, Jay let out a strangled yelp. His cock jerked and his balls tightened and for one terrifying instant he feared he would come.
Glassy-eyed, Nik watched his fingers disappear into Jay’s hot tunnel. His cock was so hard the imprint of zipper teeth was going to be permanently branded on his skin. He loved asses. Women’s asses. Especially firm, full, heart-shaped asses red and hot from the impact of his hand. Jay’s ass was lean. Masculine. Muscular, with deep dimples. Nik had always been fascinated by the way those dimples flexed with each thrust as Jay fucked the subs they’d played with. Shocking himself, he bent down and placed a kiss in the exact center of each of those sexy indentations.
Oh, my God! At the touch of Nik’s lips to his skin, Jay let out a whimper. Christ! He’d never been sexual with Nik before. Had never expected to be sexual with Nik, even though lately he’d found himself fantasizing about it more and more. And it was even more intense than he’d imagined. Another whimper left his throat as Nik’s fingers slowly withdrew, only to be replaced by something smooth and cold.
“Relax your muscles, boy,” Nik ordered as he pressed the black plug against Jay’s anus, watching the tight muscle stretch around it like a mouth devouring a particularly tasty morsel. “You know the drill.”
Jay compressed his lips and concentrated on relaxing his ass muscles as the widest part of the plug stretched his sphincter to the point of pain. His cry was purely involuntary.
“Push out!” Nik ordered.
Sucking in his breath, Jay pushed out. The burn intensified. He squeezed his eyes shut and cried out again as his sphincter sucked the plug up into his ass and closed around it, making it wobble as his muscles struggled to adjust to its invasive presence. Holy fuck!
Nik stared at the flat end of the plug settling into the crack of Jay’s squirming ass. He was going to enjoy this spanking. Probably a whole lot more than Jay was. Once again he leaned over Jay’s back. Grabbing him by his hair, he pulled Jay’s head back and growled in his ear. “There will be no warm-up, boy. You will receive thirty hard swats. The last ten will include a surprise. You may cry out if you need to. Nod your head if you understand.”
Jay moaned. His nod was a barely perceptible movement of his head.
Nik’s big hand grabbed the hair on the back of Jay’s head, lifting it up off the padded head rest. “You want to come, don’t you, boy? You may answer.”
God help him, he did. More than he’d ever wanted to come in his entire life!
“Yes, Daddy,” he wailed.
“You are not allowed. Not until I have given you the last strike, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If you do, your punishment will double. Clear?”
Jay groaned. Sixty strokes! He’d never be able to withstand sixty strokes! He was going to have to do everything within his power to keep from coming. Even though he wasn’t at all sure he was going to be able to.
“I asked you a question, boy. I dislike having to wait.”
Jay managed another jerk of his head. “Yes, Daddy. Clear.”
“Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Yes, Daddy. For always making you late.”
Nik’s eyes gleamed as he released Jay’s head and straightened back away from him. Once again he grabbed the cheeks of his ass, squeezing, kneading, pushing them apart to reveal his dark brown hole. Then, without warning, he delivered a harsh slap to Jay’s right cheek. The sharp stinging pain forced a cry from Jay’s throat, followed by a moan as heat bloomed across his skin. A second harsh slap followed to Jay’s left cheek. Nik took his time, placing each new blow precisely where he wanted it, slightly overlapping the previous blow. By the time the twentieth blow fell, Jay’s ass was a deep, uniform red. Nik stood over him, his body sheened with sweat. He was panting for breath, his left hand resting on Jay’s burning ass, his right hanging at his side. His palm was stinging from the force of his blows. Jay’s skin was on fire. Almost absently Nik began kneading the heat more deeply into Jay’s muscles, sending fire radiating through his entire body.
Jay’s breathing was shallow, his mind floating in a cloudless sky as his body recycled the pain into something that felt strangely like…pleasure. He’d often heard that was the case, especially when a body was aroused as his was. But this was the first time he was experiencing it himself.
“God, I love your hot little ass.” Nik’s growly voice seemed to come from a great distance, even though his mouth was right above Jay’s ear. “Are you ready for the last ten, boy?”
Jay could only manage a low moan, which made Nik chuckle. “I thought so.” As he straightened, he grabbed the flat end of the plug in Jay’s ass and started twisting it around and around, turning Jay’s moan into a warbling cry that became a yell as Nik pulled the plug nearly all the way out. Then he stepped back and gave Jay a wallop along the crack of his ass. The heel of his hand shoved the plug all the way back in, his slightly cupped fingertips laid a glancing blow against Jay’s dangling scrotum.
Jay’s head jerked up and back and a yell ripped from his throat as pleasure/pain smashed through him.
Again, Nik twisted the plug and pulled it nearly all the way out, before ramming it back in with another blow. He repeated this seven more times, then straightened with difficulty, pulling the plug out one last time. “Are you ready to come, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.” By now Jay was weeping openly, unable to contain his sobs.
“And what do you say to your Daddy for the gift he is about to give you?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Nik drew back his hand. As he let it fly, he yelled, “Come, malchik moy! Come for your Daddy!”

Look for Passion’s Hope around mid-March, 2015.
AND DON’T FORGET THE SERIES THAT STARTED IT ALL – LOVING SARAH, OWNING SARAH, AND KEEPING SARAH.

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LOVING SARAH
Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated. Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him.
She has never forgotten Jesse. He’s been the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years. So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she is torn. Can she trust him not to hurt her, or will he once again break her heart? Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of bondage, Domination, and erotic slavery. When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to two powerful alpha males.
But Sarah faces an even bigger challenge. Someone is stalking her. Is it the old enemy who’s just been released from prison? Or is it someone else from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness? Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love protect her? Or will her world explode in a cataclysm of betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?

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OWNING SARAH
It’s been a month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped and held at knife-point by her ex-fiance. But Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there is an even deadlier threat still out there—Ryder Malone.
He blames both Sarah and Jesse for sending him to prison eight years ago for attempted rape, and he’s determined to make them pay. So, he begins a systematic campaign of terror and intimidation against them. But the danger he poses doesn’t end there.
Set against the deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, Owning Sarah is more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story. It is a harrowing race against time for Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest arms-for-drugs deals in U.S. history. And to rescue Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and she’s lost to her men forever.

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KEEPING SARAH
Honeymooning in England, Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair and their beloved wife, Sarah, are heading for their friend Thorne Cahill’s BDSM club for dinner when another car deliberately tries to run them off the road. Thanks to their own driver’s skills, the other car is destroyed, the two unknown occupants killed.
Through Thorne, they discover that they’re the targets of a “blood feud”, instigated by Konstandin Sokolov, son of Viktor Sokolov, the Albanian mobster who had unwisely kidnapped Sarah a few months back, and paid for it with his life. They also discover that Thorne’s guests, ruthless human traffickers, have gathered for a slave auction being held the following night. Konstandin Sokolov happens to be one of the buyers.
Fraught with treachery, betrayal, and deadly danger, Keeping Sarah keeps the reader on a knife’s edge of tension, while simultaneously exploring the deepening emotional commitment between Jesse and Adam. They already trust each other with their lives. Now they must learn how to trust each other with their love.

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AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
Julie Shelton has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands. One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.
A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years. During that time she created and wrote all the original material for a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, fingerplays, and other resource material for early childhood educators. For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982. She has also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary teachers.
Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing. “What’s not to like?” she asks philosophically. “It’s indoor work and doesn’t require a lot of heavy lifting.” You can learn more about Julie and her works at the following links. Visit her website to find out what’s coming up in the Doms of Passion Lake series.

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Title: Unforgettable You
Series: Me, You, and Us, Book 2
Author: Deanndra Hall
Genre: Erotic Romance, BDSM
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Synopsis

For Sheila, a lie is a deal-breaker. But what if it’s not a lie? What if it’s just not the whole truth?
Being a popular Dom at the nicest BDSM club in town would be the top of the mountain for lots of guys, but for Steffen Cothran, it’s meant heartache. He lost someone he thought he might be able to have a future with to his best friend when Trish Stinson and Clint Winstead patched things up. He knows he wants a relationship, but so far he’s had trouble finding that one person, the one he knows he’s meant to be with, to make that happen.
That all changes when Trish and Clint walk into the club with Trish’s best friend, Sheila Brewster. Even though he’s met her, he never really had much contact with her. But Clint has a plan: He’s looking for a Dom to protect Sheila in case her abusive ex-boyfriend manages to get paroled. And Clint happens to think that Steffen is a great candidate for that position.
Steffen and Sheila’s relationship starts casually and quickly grows into a promising romance. But one question makes all the difference, and when Steffen doesn’t lie but doesn’t tell the whole truth with his answer, Sheila’s left wondering if she can ever trust anyone again. And when Steffen’s little omission shows up on his doorstep in full-blown chaos, the relationship he’d had such high hopes for is shattered, possibly forever.
In the aftermath, Sheila sets a course for self-destruction that turns out to be more dangerous than anyone could’ve imagined. With no one to blame but himself, Steffen finds it hard to help a woman who won’t have anything to do with him.
Two broken hearts. One huge mistake. A few really bad choices. And a lifetime of pain if things can’t be righted. It may be impossible to mend the broken trust, and their love could be lost forever.
The second in the Me, You, and Us series following Adventurous Me, Steffen’s story in Unforgettable You is funny, smart, sweet, kinky hot, and heartbreaking. It’s a tale of what happens when you forget that there’s not a lot of difference between a lie and a partial truth, and what love really means when two people belong together.
WARNING: This book contains explicit sexual situations in graphic detail. Not intended for readers under the age of 18. Reader discretion advised.

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“Boring? Tiresome? Predictable? We’ll see about that.”
When Trish’s husband of almost 30 years announces that he’s leaving her because she’s “boring,” she sets out to find an adventure. Her attempt to drink her heartbreak away drops her onto a handsome gentleman who invites her to have an adventure, and Trish can’t help but say yes.
She embarks on that adventure, but her path keeps crossing with that of another – Clint Winstead, a Dominant at the club, Bliss, and the one person in the place who seems to despise her. And that’s fine with Trish. After all, there are plenty of other Doms there who want to play.
But when an annual event at the club throws Trish and Clint together for two weeks, both of them are horrified, not by the pairing, but by the feelings they’re trying hard to deny. As the time passes, it’s harder and harder to deny what they know is true – that is, until one nearly-tragic incident that almost changes both their lives irreparably. And when Trish realizes that continuing on with her commitment could cost her the ultimate – her life – she knows that it has to end. But does it?
Trish is the queen of second chances. But this second chance might just come at a price too high to pay. A little adventure is a good thing, but perhaps she’s gotten far more adventure than she can handle.
WARNING: This book contains explicit sexual situations and BDSM themes. It is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised.

About The Author

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a writer . . .
and it has served me well. I wrote for local publications, wrote marketing and advertising materials, wrote for academic publications, and eventually grew jaded with the writing profession as I often watched others take credit for my hard work. I retreated into the world of 3-D art in the fiber and textile mediums and hid out in a world of colors and textures. But, truth is, there was always a story or two in my head. It wasn’t until Nikki and I met in my imagination that I decided it was time to let those stories out, and I’m glad I did. My readers now get to enjoy the fruits of my imagination and, believe me, it runs wild!
On the personal side, I’ve been happily married to my lover and best friend for over thirty years, and I have two wonderful adult kids who’ve blessed me with two excellent choices of life partners. When I’m not writing, I’m playing with my three crazy little dogs, hiking in a local recreation area, kayaking, working out at the gym, tending my herbs, cooking, or doing some kind of research.
But I’d really rather be writing!

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