New Release: Virgin For Sale (Yummy Virgins)

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Yummy Virgins, 1

Faye
I needed the money.

My sister’s medical bills were mounting, and I needed lots of money—fast. The only thing I had was my virginity, and I knew just the place to sell it. I never expected to have the night of my life, but that’s what I did. I don’t know the name of the man who purchased me and helped me more than he can know. I only have the memories…

Chase
I’ve never been interested in virgins. I prefer a woman who knows how to take care of my dick and not ask for direction, but one look at her and I knew there was no going back. 

For months after that night, I tried to find her, but I failed. So, when I discover she’s been working at my company for the past month, I know that’s going to change. She’s going to work right beside me, and I’m going to take what belongs to me. She was a virgin—and now she’s mine.

We have unfinished business, and I don’t care what it takes to get her back in my bed. I never said I was a good guy when it came to getting what I wanted, but Faye has a way that drives me crazy. I can’t walk away from her because … I fucking love her.

Be Warned: anal sex

 

Excerpt:

My cheeks heat as my heart races. Holding onto the files with a death grip, I try, and probably fail, to look calm and collected.

 

This is a nightmare.

 

Malcolm didn’t tell me what to do if I was ever to come face to face with the man.

 

Please move. Please move. I need to get out of here.

 

My palms are sweaty.

 

The elevator stops three floors from where I need to be.

 

The doors open, and as I’m about to step out to make my escape, he catches my arm, stopping me. No one looks back as I’m trapped.

 

There is no way I could scream or draw attention to myself.

 

This job pays well. It would allow me to make a damn good life for me and my sister. Ruining all of that by screaming about a potential client wouldn’t allow that.

 

“You don’t need to run off.”

 

His grip tightens around my arm, pulling me back.

 

In the next second, he reaches out, pressing the stop button, and we stop still.

 

I watch as he goes to the panel of the elevator and suddenly flicks a button.

 

Being in small, confined spaces is a real problem for me. A few seconds as I go from one floor to another is fine, but right now I’m panicking.

 

He turns back toward me, and I keep hold of the files.

 

“Now isn’t this a surprise? What are you doing here?” he asks.

 

“I work here.”

 

His gaze looks at the files then back at me. His eyes seem to narrow as he stares at my hair.

 

Shit, suddenly getting it cut doesn’t seem like a good idea.

 

“Since when?”

 

“Since when, what?”

 

“How long have you worked here?”

 

“A month. I’m part of the college dropout program.” I hate saying that. It’s like admitting failure.

 

“You’ve been here a month?”

 

I nod.

 

“What’s your name?”

 

“I don’t have to tell you that.”

 

It was the wrong thing to say as he advances toward me. Still keeping hold of my files, I stare right back at him. His hands move out to trap me in the corner of the elevator. We’ve stopped, and I’m guessing he’s turned the security camera off, so no one knows I’m here.

 

Tilting my head back to look at him, I wait.

 

His lips are pressed into a smirk.

 

“My name, angel, is Chase Dunce.” He pauses, clearly giving me a few seconds to realize that he’s the boss. “Yeah, I see. Now, tell me your name.”

 

“I don’t like this.”

 

“We’re not at Cherry anymore. There’s nothing for you to like or hate. Just tell me your name.”

 

“It’s Faye Carter.”

 

“Pleasure to meet you, Faye.”

 

His gaze moves down my body, and I hate that I respond. I like him looking at me as if he wants to eat me.

 

“I can’t believe it has been six months since I last saw you. When you left me without a backward glance.”

 

“I really need to get to work.”

 

Suddenly, this job doesn’t exactly look like a good idea.

 

He doesn’t move.

 

His gaze still on me. Waiting.

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New Release: His Ward

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The last thing scarred and reclusive Luca Brown wants is the guardianship of an eighteen-year-old girl. Now that his friend is dead, he’s the one that’s got to take charge of Mavis Miller. The only problem … she’s not a girl. From the first moment he sees Mavis, his reaction to her scares the shit out of him. He’s now responsible for her, and that means he shouldn’t be thinking about her in anyway at all.

Mavis has never fitted in. Even her parents hated her and shipped her off to boarding school. Luca is different, and the scar on his face doesn’t scare her. After eighteen years of being ignored, she’s shocked when Luca takes her over his knee and punishes her for putting herself in danger. His touch. His hands. They drive her wild, and she wants him. 

She’s the first woman to not flinch away. He should tell her no. He’s the guardian, but he doesn’t see her as his ward. No, he sees her as his, and he doesn’t want to just protect her—he wants to own her. 

Be Warned: spanking

 

Excerpt:

Fuck!

Shit!

Bastard!

Fuck!

Luca couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid watching porn. After watching Mavis for the past couple of weeks, he’d needed a little something to relax. The only thing he could think to do was to go back to his collection of porn. He’d not watched it in a long time, and he only used it when he really needed to.

Growing up, he’d not needed it, not even to get off.

A long line of willing women had meant porn was no good for him. He didn’t need it.

Now, however, being trapped with Mavis, he was close to losing his mind.

She’d seen him.

She’d been at the door, watching, and she’d seen enough to know.

He didn’t like that she’d run off, nor did he like that she’d run outside. It was cold, dark, raining, and dangerous.

She should have been in bed, and when he got his hands on her, he was going to smack her ass. She’d learn to stay in bed at night and not go running outside. Charging out of the house, he followed close behind her. He didn’t attack her as the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.

“Mavis! Stop!”

She kept on running.

He followed her.

The moment she hit the bottom of his garden near the pool and the small pool house that he’d built near it for after he’d taken a swim, she’d have no choice but to turn back to look at him. The ranch was huge, and rather than run toward one of the open fields, which would have made it impossible for him to catch her, she’d come here, to where he’d find it quite easy to do so. A few feet, and he stopped, blocking her escape. This was where he came when he wanted to get away from it all and to remember what his life used to be like before the accident that scarred him.

She looked left and right before turning to face him. Her tits pressed against the front of her vest, the rain making it so he saw the red tips of her nipples. She took several deep breaths as she faced him.

“What?” she asked.

“You shouldn’t have seen that.”

“Why not? It’s not uncommon for a man to get his rocks off to porn.” Her cheeks were red.

“Did you like it?”

“Did I like what?”

“Seeing it. I know you watched a little.” He didn’t have a clue if she had, but something in her eyes told him she did. “Did you touch yourself, Mavis? Are you wet?”

She didn’t tell him to stop as he took a step toward her.

She stayed perfectly still as he moved that final step that put him directly in front of her. Neither of them was touching. She looked up at him, and he wanted to know what she was thinking.

“Answer my questions.”

“Didn’t you hear me?” she asked.

“What?”

“I was watching you for a lot longer than the final scene, Luca.” She took his hand, and before he could stop her, she pressed his hand between her thighs. The shorts she wore were so big that it was easy for him to slide his fingers beneath the fabric and feel how wet she was.

Fine hair coated the lips of her pussy, and as he slid a finger between those wet lips, he found the evidence of her orgasm.

“You came?”

“Yes.”

He grazed her clit, and she gasped, grabbing his arms to hold herself up. He stared into her eyes as he pinched her swollen nub. She cried out and held onto him a little tighter. Pulling his hand away, he fingered the bottom of the wet vest. Rain was still coming down thick and fast, but he wasn’t going to move.

Not yet.

Not for a long time.

“Take it off.”

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What’s Going On?

Hey my lovely peeps,

How are you all doing? Halloween is around the corner, Bonfire Night (in the UK), and then Christmas. Whoop whoop. I love this time of year oh so much. I love baking and just doing everything and anything. I love as the nights start to get cold and dark. I love snuggling up with a great book and in my pajamas.

In recent weeks I decided to finally get Netflix. I know, it took me so long to do. Why did I wait so long? Anyway, I loved, To All the Boys I Loved Before, and I am totally in love with Meteor Garden. I mean like obsessed with it. I’m so close to being finished.

I know it has been a long time since I’ve left a post and told you about stuff, so I’m doing that now. I have heard some amazing things about Street King. You can expect more of that in 2019. I have so many ideas. They’re all crazy :-).

It’s me so you know I’m always cooking up something and I also have a book currently on pre-order. I’m totally loving the cover.

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Blurb:

The last thing scarred and reclusive Luca Brown wants is the guardianship of an eighteen-year-old girl. Now that his friend is dead, he’s the one that’s got to take charge of Mavis Miller. The only problem … she’s not a girl. From the first moment he sees Mavis, his reaction to her scares the shit out of him. He’s now responsible for her, and that means he shouldn’t be thinking about her in anyway at all.

Mavis has never fitted in. Even her parents hated her and shipped her off to boarding school. Luca is different, and the scar on his face doesn’t scare her. After eighteen years of being ignored, she’s shocked when Luca takes her over his knee and punishes her for putting herself in danger. His touch. His hands. They drive her wild, and she wants him.

She’s the first woman to not flinch away. He should tell her no. He’s the guardian, but he doesn’t see her as his ward. No, he sees her as his, and he doesn’t want to just protect her—he wants to own her.

New Release: El Diablo (Killer of Kings)

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Killer of Kings, 6

Is the devil capable of love?

Xavier doesn’t do trust. He breaks. He kills. After living through hell, he’s transformed himself into El Diablo, the baddest motherfucker around. His only weakness is the sister he lost as a child—the one Boss promises to help him locate. The only catch is he has to work for Killer of Kings and learn to play nice with the other hitmen. He does his job, determined to prove himself. Then she walks into his life, and nothing is ever the same.

Alesha hits the jackpot when she’s hired as Xavier Moreno’s house cleaner. She has her own private suite, and the wealthy businessman is rarely home. Things change in a heartbeat when he comes home drunk one night, covered in blood, and telling her stories about murder-for-hire and a secret group of assassins. He also reveals a side so broken that she can’t help but fall for him. Can a killer fall in love with his cleaner, or will he add her to his hit list?

Be Warned: public exhibition

 

Excerpt:

Alesha woke up with a start.

Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she frowned as she heard the noise again. Something was moving downstairs.

The sound of banging and glass breaking drew her out from the bed. Wearing a pair of pajamas, she was in no way suited to deal with a potential intruder. Xavier said she would be safe here. Grabbing the baseball bat that she took with her to every place she stayed, she opened her bedroom door.

This was the first time an intruder had invaded her home.

Xavier’s home.

Not her home.

She only worked here. Just a housekeeper. The woman he kept to keep his life in line and perfectly neat. She cooked, cleaned, and ran the errands he asked for.

She was nothing more than a woman that blended into his life like a piece of furniture. Alesha was a couch.

Pain slashed through her at the thought of how little she meant to him. Not that she was supposed to mean anything to him. He was her boss. Nothing more, nothing less.

Getting to the stairs, she winced as they creaked beneath her weight.

When no one jumped out of her and she figured she was safe, she took the steps slowly, bracing herself against what she might face.

What if it was like out of a horror movie and they were wearing a scary mask and wielding a knife that would slash her into a thousand pieces? Or this was only a dream and she was about to be torn to bits by a man with knives for fingers? Note to self, never ever watch old seventies and eighties horror films before bed. She hated scary movies so much, but once they were playing, she needed to know what happened next.

Get a grip.

Once she cleared the stairs, she squeezed the bat tighter.

She’d never been good at baseball.

Stepping down the hall, she walked into the dining room where she saw a large shadow. She screamed and swung the bat, hitting something. The intruder didn’t stop though. Lifting the bat, she drew it back about to hit him again when he caught the bat and pulled it from her grip.

Before she knew what was happening, the intruder tugged her into his arms, holding her still. She screamed and fought with all of her might, but whoever had her knew what they were doing.

She couldn’t go anywhere.

He was so strong.

She was going to die.

She didn’t want to die.

There was still so much for her to do. Become a mother, a wife, know what really good sex was like.

“Will you fucking stop wriggling, woman? You’re going to hurt yourself or me or both of us.”

She froze.

That was Xavier’s voice.

Her boss.

Oh shit.

“That’s right. You’re hitting your fucking boss and all I was doing was grabbing a drink. If I let you go, promise you won’t try any of your deadly moves?”

She nodded. No longer struggling. There was no way she could use words right now.

What if she’d killed her boss? What if he sued her?

He paid her a good wage but not enough to take him on in court. Would she need a good lawyer? It would be bad enough losing this job.

Xavier flicked on the light.

She blinked a few times to get accustomed to the sudden brightness. When she did, she froze into place.

Xavier wore a white shirt and a pair of black pants. His feet were bare.

He held a bottle of whiskey in one hand.

He’d only been holding her with one arm?

The bat she’d been using for her attack lay on the ground at his feet.

“Fuck, is that how you greet every man that enters this house?” he asked.

She glanced down at her body and quickly crossed her arms over her chest.

“Nice tits. You don’t need to hide them. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before. Believe me, there’s not much in this world I haven’t seen.”

His talk about her breasts was not what had her frozen in place.

The blood on his shirt was the reason. That and the scars she’d caught a glimpse of.

His back was to her right now as he poured some ice into a glass then added the whiskey.

Still rooted in place, she watched as he lifted the glass to his lips. “Want one?”

She shook her head. Words failed her. What was she to say?

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New Release: Street King (Full-Length)

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I own this city.
It belongs to me.
The only thing I want is Hannah Ray. She’s my ray of sunshine.
I don’t deserve her.
I’ll take her.
Keep her.
Because that’s the kind of monster I am.

West Gallo is not a good man. Having risen up from the gutter, he is undefeated and cruel, and no one can take his crown. They are all under his rule, and he is the king—until one chance meeting changes his world forever. Hannah Ray breaks through his ice, and there’s no way he can let anyone else have her. She belongs to him, and he will arrange her life to make sure he gets her.

Alone in the big city, Hannah doesn’t know what she wants, but staring into the blue eyes of a stranger in a bar, she can’t help but be drawn to him. She can’t stop it. She can’t say no to him.

He’s everywhere, surrounding her, loving her, protecting her—but when the truth of what he’s done to get her is revealed, will his love, devotion, and obsession be enough to keep her?

Be Warned: sex toys, anal sex, bondage, stalking

 

Excerpt:

“Come here.” He’d been treating her with kid gloves. That ended now.

She stepped closer toward him. She stopped at the edge of his desk, and he pointed where he wanted her to stand. Right in front of him with the desk at her back.

Standing up, she tilted her head back to see him.

“Did you miss me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

She didn’t even hesitate.

All of his carefully organized plans were staring him right in the face. “I missed you, too. Lean your ass on my desk.”

“What?”

“Do it.”

She leaned back, her hands going to either side of her. Cupping her face, he pushed some of her locks out of the way. She’d not cut it, and he was damn happy about that. Running his thumb across her bottom lip, he pressed against her mouth and she opened up, sucking on him.

Pulling his thumb out, he wet her lips. “I’ve been thinking about these lips of yours.” He pressed his to hers, kissing her. She moaned, and he stroked his hands down her body, grazing across her nipples as he did. “Do you know what I think about?”

“No.”

“I think about how good it would be to have them wrapped around my cock.” His lips were pressed against her ear.

She gasped again, her body seeming to jerk as she understood what he was saying. Cupping her tits, he kept her in place. Nowhere to run. “Have you thought about me touching you, Hannah? My mouth on your tits, sucking those big nipples?”

“West?” She cried out his name as he pinched her nipple. The sound echoed around the room.

No one was outside yet, not that they’d comment. It wasn’t their place to say shit. They knew their jobs and were doing them well. If they tried to interfere or make Hannah uncomfortable, he’d deal with them. They all knew who he was and what he was capable of doing to them.

Each of them had secrets they wanted to keep hidden.

So long as they did what was required of them, he didn’t have a problem. Any of them stepped out of line, he’d step on them. Simple as that.

Running his hand down her body, he went to the edge of her skirt and started to lift it up. She didn’t fight him.

She wanted this.

He’d listened to her need, watched her stroke her pussy to orgasm only to be unsatisfied. He’d gotten so hard watching her play with herself. She’d worn her nightshirt with no panties, and lifted it up, exposing that sexy cunt that he wanted so much.

Today, he was going to give her the orgasm she’d been craving and that would blow her mind.

With her skirt around her waist, he cupped her pussy.

Her panties were already soaking wet, and as he tore them from her, she let out a squeak of protest.

“I don’t have another pair.”

“Then you’re going to have to go without.” He touched her naked pussy. She had a small smattering of curls over the lips of her pussy. He didn’t mind those. He’d never seen the appeal of a completely shaved or waxed pussy. When the pubic hair grew back, it always felt and looked wrong to him. A personal preference on his part.

As he slid a finger between her slit, her mouth opened on another gasp.

He couldn’t penetrate her today. When he took her hymen, she’d be spread across his bed, legs wide open so he could watch her take him.

Damn, the thought alone made him want to blow his load right now.

Teasing around her clit, going in circles then back again, he slid down to her entrance only to pull right back up so he wasn’t tempted to thrust inside her with his fingers.

“Open your shirt. Show me those tits.”

Her hands shook as she followed his instructions. The bra she wore had a small catch in the front, which she flicked open. Those full tits spilled forward, and he took one between his teeth, sucking on the flesh.

“Lean back,” he said.

There was enough light coming behind for him to see her.

She leaned back until she was flat on the desk.

“Put your legs on the desk.”

“What?”

“Do it.”

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