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September 19, 2020
Lunchtime Chronicles: Sweet Georgia Peach
Releases date December 2, 2020
The wide receiver is in trouble and he needs my help.
Lakelyn
The NFL superstar Wyatt Oakley is injured.
Sports medicine is my specialty.
I can’t assist. I’ve only crushed on the man forever.
He’s eyed me, and I’ve done the same over the years.
He’s off limits and so am I.
I’m his best friend’s sister. He’d never cross that line.
Wyatt
I’ve known Lakelyn, my best friend’s kid sister, all my life.
There isn’t another woman who can crawl under my skin like her.
I want to rule that sassy mouth with my tongue.
There was a time I could’ve made her mine.
But then I went pro.
My best friend Deacon made me promise to never make a move on his sister.
I swore to respect his wishes.
All the women begging to grace my bed were nothing more than smoke and mirrors.
The real itch I couldn’t scratch was untouchable.
Now I need her help.
How will I keep my hands and other things away from the sweet Georgia peach?
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Lunchtime Chronicles: Butter Pecan Gelato
Release date October 14, 2020
I’m in love with my best friend.
Maxon Eli Russell
She’s against us being anything more than companions.
Rayne believes it would ruin what we’ve built.
I know our closeness will make us stronger.
The stubborn woman will see things my way.
I’ll risk it all to have her in my life as more than my best friend.
Rayne Wynters
My best friend is Hollywood’s new mouthwatering heartthrob.
He’s young with a body carved out of stone.
Every woman in his life wants more except me.
Doesn’t matter if my heart’s threatening to burst out of my chest when we’re close.
Maxon’s lived in L.A. for seven years.
My short stint in town has placed us on Messy Mandy’s radar.
She’s become a thorn in my side.
His solution to get us out of this disaster is to enter a fake relationship.
This won’t work.
We’ve tempted fate before and it blew up in our faces.
Repairing our friendship was a brutal process.
I won’t lose Maxon again.
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August 5, 2020
Assassins & Mob Wives: Couples Retreat
Readers love Assassins & Mob Wives
Posey, OMG, this book was definitely worth the wait. All of the couples had me laughing out loud at their HUSBANDS antics, seriousness.- Amazon reviewer
If you like boss women or the movie “Girls Trip” you’ll enjoy this story.-Amazon reviewer
What can I say…the Assassins and Mob Wives was Explosive like a volcano. Each wife needed this special sisterhood trip.-Amazon reviewer
FABULOUS MUST READ!!! I thoroughly enjoyed this book. The book was well written, and the story captured and held my attention from the very beginning to the end of the story.-Amazon reviewer
Blurb
Driving down pleasure road straight to mayhem…
We need a girls trip.
Time for these assassins and mob wives to let down our hair and have fun.
Danger seems to rear its ugly head whenever it comes to any of the ladies in our circle.
One week on the road before we meet our husbands on a romantic retreat.
Our husbands have one request…don’t kill anyone.
Hmm, can we obey and accept our sweet reward in Punta Cana?
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Snippet
Dominic
My fingers tingled as I held his face over the toilet bowl the other night. Gritted teeth, I stood there debating if I should kill him in a public bathroom while running for governor.
I tossed him to the floor like a wet rag.
Phone to my ear, I waited for Hugo to answer.
“Yes, boss.”
“Meet me upstairs in the men’s bathroom. There’s a problem that needs special attention.”
“Excuse you. Watch it. Hey, no pushing.” I heard in the background.
“Almost there, Dom.”
“Good.”
Hugo was still my most trusted soldier.
The door creaked open. I peeked out of the stall as I disconnected the call.
Hugo stalked toward me.
“I promised Carmen he’d leave here in one piece. Take him home.” The harsh paper towel swiped over my hands, removing most of his blood and sweat.
Diego was in and out of consciousness.
I whispered in Hugo’s ear. “Make it appear…” My eyes fell around the tiny stall. Blood splatter colored the walls. “…less like a crime scene. Then pack him up. He’s coming with us.”
“Got it, boss.”
I walked to the counter, studying my appearance in the mirror. Slicking my fingers through my hair, I plastered a devilish smile across my lips, before joining my wife.
Frazzled, nervous, Carmen was both. Kissing those sweet lips ran through my mind all day.
I was opposed to the girls’ trip. Not because I didn’t want Carmen to enjoy herself, but our enemies might get to her. They could threaten or harm my wife.
Let me back up. My brother tried to leave me behind in an attempt to control me. No one controls Dominic Magarelli. Except my beautiful wife. My balls live near her pussy.
Sebastian sent the condo information, and I hopped on the Jet in route to Chicago. After my deadly, foiled wedding reception, no one would separate me from Carmen.
I couldn’t believe she turned into a total badass since we first met. Blood shed shouldn’t have graced her precious hands. An evil, greedy bitch drove my wife to murder.
My wife became a killer because of the family in which I belonged. What did I expect would happen?
Remember, you told her through the fire. She took the private vow literally.
No one wanted me on a murderous rampage. That much was clear. As long as I could reach my wife there wouldn’t be any repercussions. Tony understood no one would keep me away from Carmen. Not one man who flirted with my wife was safe.
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June 26, 2020
June 11, 2020
Assassins & Mob Wives Excerpt
CarmenMob wife
One of the best nights of my life was in progress at that moment. My sisters and I were living our best lives.
Our children were safe and all tucked in for the night while their mommies turned up at a Chicago night club.
A strong hand gripped my hip and spun me around.
His lazy smile greeted me. “You are the most beautiful woman in this entire club. My name is Domingo.”
Thick dark curls cascaded over his forehead. His gray eyes shined like diamonds.
“What’s your name?”
My skin heated. “My name doesn’t matter. I’m married.”
The girls didn’t intervene. We could handle ourselves.
“Happily.” My arms crossed my chest. No longer dancing to the beat I might add.
“Your husband let a gorgeous woman like you out of his sight?” He yelled in my ear. His spicy cologne crept up my nostrils.
The tiny hairs pricked my arms. I felt like someone was watching me. I shifted my eyes to the dark VIP area upstairs.
My jaw slacked. Leaning on the rail in a gray suit, dark sunglasses and a fedora, the man was frozen, staring at the crowd or me.
I couldn’t get a good look at his face.
“Shit, no.” I blinked again. The man had disappeared.
Domingo gingerly clutched my elbow. “Are you all right?”
Concern poured over his handsome features.
“I have to go.”
“Can I have one dance?”
My eyes widened. “No, that wouldn’t be wise. If you value your life, you’ll forget you ever met me.”
He rubbed the charcoal stubble on his chin. “I can’t.”
“You must.” I glanced over my shoulder. The girls danced deeper into the crowd.
Dipping to my left, I wiggled my way through the sea of people. I gripped the strap of my bag tighter.
“Wait.” I heard at my back.
A bouncer stood guard at the bottom of the roped off stairs. I reached into my bag and grabbed two bills.
All I had were hundreds. Hopefully this guy wouldn’t turn me away.
“I need to get into the VIP lounge.” I shoved the bills into his hand.
The tall muscular guy nodded and unlatched the rope. I slipped past, racing up the steps as fast as my stilettos would carry me.
All the liquor I sucked down tonight had no effect at the moment.
“Brown eyes, wait,” Domingo yelled again.
I scanned the dark area. The only lights were the colorful ones moving over the small dance floor to my right.
If Tony was in town did that mean Dominic was too?
My eyes combed each table. Women huddled together, laughing and drinking.
My eyes narrowed at the dark hallway to my left. If anyone tried me, I had something for them that would definitely ruin their night. I stalked forward.
Three strides in and a large hand pressed against my mouth and a strong arm wrapped around my waist.
My feet dangled in the air as he eased into the dark crevices of the club.
“Let me fucking go,” I yelled against his palm.
The motherfucker’s teeth clenched my earlobe. “That’s no way to greet me, baby.”
My panties were drenched at the sound of the word baby.
“I’m gonna turn you loose now. Can you behave like a good girl?”
He ground his cock against my back.
I slammed my heel into his shin.
“Ouch, I fucking mean calm down,” he growled.
He lowered me to my feet and removed his hand from my lips. I turned and my palm met his angular jaw.
His lips tipped up at one end. “Are we playing rough? How rough do you want it, sweetheart?” he toyed.
“Hey, leave her the fuck alone,” Domingo roared.
“Shit.” My heart raced.
The demon before me flashed a sinister grin. He sat in the booth nearby. “Go ahead and handle it…” He retrieved a cigar from his inside pocket.
“Before I do,” he warned. His words laced with promise. He lit the cigar unphased by Domingo’s presence.
“Hey, why were you man handling her?” I blocked Domingo’s path.
“I told you downstairs if you value your life you’ll walk away.” I raised my hands careful not to touch him.
My chest rose and fell. This man had no idea the shit storm he trudged into.
“You better listen to her. She’s trying to save your life. Carmen knows what I am capable of.”
He removed the hat, placing it on the table. His fingers slicked through his dark moussed hair.
Domingo’s eyes narrowed. “Who the fuck is this guy, brown eyes?”
My lids lowered. I expected brain matter to splat all over my pretty blouse.
My hand was yanked to the left. He shoved the huge diamond ring on my finger until it was flush with my wedding band.
“The men of today have zero respect for the constitution of marriage.”
He peeled his sunglasses off, dropping them on the table. “I won’t even ask if she told you she was married.”
“She didn’t say she was here with her husband.”
His patience was wearing thin. His finger slid back and forth across the table.
“I don’t have to be here with my wife. She’s under my protection at all times.”
He leaned forward. “No motherfucker will disrespect my marriage in my face.” His fist hit the table like a heavy weight.
Luckily the music was so loud those a few tables over barely heard the commotion.
“You’re an abusive asshole who needs to be put in his place.”
My eyes widened. I slammed my hands against Domingo’s chest. “Run. Run.”
Dominic flew around me like the wind. He bunched up Domingo’s dress shirt in his fist. “You flirted with the wrong woman.”
He gripped Dominic’s wrists trying to free himself.
I placed my hands on my husband’s face. “Baby, he’s not worth it.” Fear struck every inch of my body. Not for me but for Domingo.
The black rings around his green irises darkened.
“Baby, you’re right. He’s not. Have a seat. This will only take a minute.”
He kissed my lips before he dragged Domingo kicking and demanding, he release him in route to the men’s bathroom.
I plopped in the seat, picked up his cigar from the ashtray, and placed it between my lips.
Stopping Dominic from killing a man during his run for governor had become laborious.
The second someone betrayed him the big picture seemed bleak. Muffled groans escaped the restroom.
My phone buzzed in my purse. I grabbed it and peeked at the screen.
Emoni: Where are you?
Me: I ran to the restroom. I’m taking the scenic route back to the table.
I’ll be back in just a sec.
Emoni: If you aren’t here in fifteen minutes, we’ll find you.
Me: Ok.
“Baby, scoot over.”
I peeked at his bloody, bruised hands, then into his eyes.
He sighed. “The bitch is still alive. Are you happy?”
I slid over.
Dominic removed the cigar from my mouth. His tongue replaced it. My heart beat a million miles a minute.
It always did for him.
“Oh,” I moaned.
His hand gripped my ass.
I pushed him back, breaking our kiss. “Are you certain he’s still alive?” My eyes darted between his.
“Yeah. You said I have to be careful. That’s what I’m doing by sparing his useless life.” He smirked.
“For now. He gets to live for a few more months.”
“Dominic, I’m sure he learned his lesson.”
“A man like that has to be broken to completely learn not to disrespect another man. He has a long road ahead.”
“I need to get back. The girls don’t know you’re here.”
“Tell them you’re leaving with me. I want to fall asleep inside your mind-blowing pussy.”
I chuckled. “You can wait until this weekend.” My perfect brow rose.
His lips slipped down the side of my neck. “Do you want to wait?”
My pussy clenched as his lips nipped my tender flesh.
“Babe, it doesn’t matter if I want to wait. This is a girls’ trip. No fucking our husbands on our trip.”
Our gazes locked and he smacked his sexy lips. “Ok, how about you sleep in my arms.” He raised his hands, gripping the cigar.
“I’ll hold you. That’s it.” He stuck the cigar between his lips.
I threw my head back bursting at the seams in laughter. “I’d wake up and you’d be deep inside me.”
“Shit, you know me too well.” Dominic placed the cigar in the ashtray.
Standing on my knees, I straddled him and slicked my tongue over his earlobe. “Please don’t kill Domingo?”
He gripped my waist, slamming my pussy against his hard cock.
He yanked my cheeks until our eyes met. Dominic’s eyes breathed fire. Shit, probably should have kept my mouth shut.
“Carmen, you dare plead for another man’s life. One who disrespected our marriage,” he snapped.
Hands braced on his broad shoulders; I wiggled my face to get free.
He squeezed tighter. “You’re my wife. Fuck that motherfucker,” he growled.
“He’s lucky I don’t go in there and cut him up into tiny pieces and grind him up later.” A snarky smile followed.
“It’s not my fault he hit on the wrong man’s wife. I have zero fucking remorse.
And the fact that you would plead for him by name makes me wonder if you were attracted to him.” His sexy green eye twitched.
My face tensed. “Oh, like the bitch at the club back home who can’t stay out of my husbands face. Release me, Dominic.” Venom poured over my words.
His tongue slid over his lower lip. “Or what?”
Calling his bluff wasn’t wise. What did I have as leverage? Well other than what was between my legs.
“The girls will walk up here any moment.”
The padding of his large thumb grazed my bottom lip. Juices seeped from my pussy. Oh, fuck. I was ready to ditch the girls.
“How bad do you want to feel my thick, cock massage those tight walls that belong to me?”
Satisfaction swept across his dark brooding features. He released my face and my lips fell upon his.
Dominic sucked my lower lip. My fingers threaded the back of his hair.
His strong arms squeezed tighter around my waist. I shoved my tongue past his lips, moaning into his mouth.
The taste of the cigar and whiskey laced my tongue. My hunger for my husband was overpowering.
Pulling back, my chest rose and fell as I stared at his bruised lips.
Dominic’s need, engulfing his sexy features shattered me from the inside out.
“I-I need to leave.” Gripping the handle of my purse, I scooted to the other end of the booth.
His hungry gaze darkened. My eyes landed on the huge dick imprint in his slacks.
Stumbling to my feet, I brushed my hand over my top. My phone vibrated again.
“I love you, Dominic.”
Arms spread over the back of the booth; his eyes combed my body. “I love you more, Carmen.”
My body shuddered at those words.
Walking away from Dominic took every ounce of restraint I had.
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February 23, 2020
Hidden Witness 6 Is Live…
I woke up lying next to the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
At first, I thought she was a stripper. My bodyguard informed me she was my wife.
And she was carrying my child.
Last but not least, I gave her the keys to the kingdom.
I placed Emoni in a powerful position. She’s the Donna of the Esposito mafia crime family.
I see I made the right decision choosing her as my queen.
She runs our empire like a true boss. She doesn’t hesitate to make our enemies pay.
Soon I hope to remember her. She’s stolen my heart much like I suppose she’d done the first time.
Will I ever remember my wife? Either way. We’ll crush our enemies together.
Hidden Witness 6
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February 11, 2020
Hidden Witness 6 Snippet
“Babe, where are you? You haven’t said much over the last
two days.”
Resting my elbow on the rear passenger door, I stroked my
thumb under my chin. I stared at the snow-covered trees as Maceo drove down the
interstate toward our house. Emoni intertwined our fingers.
“You know where I am, Emoni.” I dropped my head against the
plush leather seat and blew out a breath.
“Allowing my pregnant wife to travel to Mexico to handle
our problem…doesn’t sit well with me.”
“Marco, I am the Donna. It’s my duty to fight for our
family.”
I opened my mouth.
“You can’t say I need to sit out. I know you hate to hear
me say it but you can’t go. You aren’t…”
Her eyes dropped to her lap. “…strong enough yet.”
“And if I was strong enough would you sit home like a good
little wife?”
Her lips tightened. She gave me ‘the I’ll kill you look.’
I raised my hand like I was surrendering. “Poor choice of
words. Would you have stayed in Jersey and helped Luca with the day-to-day business?”
Emoni snatched her hand from mine and crossed her arms over
her chest. “This is my fucking fight,” she growled.
“All the chain of events that rolled out were because of my
relationship with José. You all have done enough for me. Now it’s time for me
to fight. I’ll bring Roderigo down by myself if I have to.”
“Now you’re just talking out the side of your mouth.”
I glared at her. “What the fuck kind of boss would I be?” I
rubbed my brow.
“Fuck that. What kind of husband would I be if I let my
wife travel to Mexico alone?” I pointed in her direction.
“That shit won’t ever happen. You’ll go…” I glanced out the
window again and clenched my teeth.
A wave of pain shot through my back. Shit! I
couldn’t let her see the pain I was in.
“…our best men will accompany your stubborn ass to Mexico.”
“And ladies.”
Our eyes met. “What?”
“My female soldier Vivian. I thought I told you about her.
She’s Adriana’s cousin. Vivian worked for the Magarelli’s. Dillon released her
to me.”
I quirked a brow. “Fine and ladies.”
My insides felt like mush. And my heart I was sure would
explode at any minute. I couldn’t lose her. Sure, could use a cigar and a stiff
drink right about now. We were almost home; I’d pour myself a drink once I
walked through the door. I was livid. Not being close to Emoni would fucking
eat at me. Gruffly I rubbed my chin, peering out the window.
“Are we not talking again?”
My eyes darkened. I turned, gripped her chin, pulling her
closer. Emoni’s ass rose off the seat. “What the fuck do you want me to say?” I
growled.
Her hands swept across my chest. I never broke our gaze.
How could a woman have you beside yourself?
She grabbed my free hand and slipped it inside her panties.
Emoni was so wet.
“My anger turns you on, huh?”
I gripped her face so tight all she could do was moan and
fuck my hand.
Her beautiful face was in a forever fuck me state. Shit, I
loved it. I loved her. All I wanted was her. Us. She was my life. It
didn’t matter I couldn’t remember meeting her. What mattered was how I felt
when we were together. She remained constant on my mind. Every decision I made.
Every move I made was solely focused on protecting her.
I bit down on her neck and she came. Fucking came all over
my hand. Her body shuddered.
I released her face. “You came so hard, baby,” I murmured
along the crease of her neck.
“Such a fucking turn on how you come from my touch.”
“Baby, I love you so much. Please know that.”
“Boss, we need to make a detour,” Maceo stated over the
intercom.
Emoni clutched my neck and squeezed my hand between her
thighs tighter.
“Maceo, for what?”
“Your top earning strip club is on fire.”
“What the fuck?” I roared.
Emoni slipped my hand out of her panties, fell against the
seat, and straightened her dress.
“Do we know who did it?” I kept my eyes on her. She looked
anywhere except in my eyes.
“No.”
Emoni leaned over, grabbed Kleenex, and wiped my hand.
She peeked at me from the corner of her eye then tapped the
partition button. The back of Maceo’s head came into view as the glass slid
down.
“Maceo, is that the strip club we visited first on my
tour?”
“Yes.”
Emoni scooted closer. “Do you think it was Roderigo?” she
swallowed hard.
“We’ll shake some trees and find out what people saw and
we’ll go from there.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed her forehead.
Emoni asked because she was worried. Any blowback on this family had to do with
her.
“Baby, we’ll figure it out.” I didn’t want her guilt to eat
at her.
She exhaled and nuzzled into my side.
The smoldering blaze came into view as we drove through Jersey
City.
“Emoni, stay in the car. Hold your Glock in your lap. Rémy
or Romeo will stand outside the car.”
Maceo rolled to a stop.
“Ok.” Her worried eyes fell to the floor.
I tilted her chin upward with my index finger until our eyes met. “Hold your head high, bella donna.”
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September 23, 2019
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August 21, 2019
Pleasurable Secrets is LIVE!
“Stop saying you love me. You don’t love me. Maybe like a childhood friend.”He closed the space between us. Zander slipped my brown curly locks behind my ear. His large hands gripped my face, shoving his tongue past my lips. Our tongues danced, fighting to lead. My finger nails dug into his forearms.I pushed him back. “We can’t be together. You and Hayden may not be friends anymore, but he’s still my brother.”He pulled me close and his head dropped upon mine. “Then I’ll give you what you want right now. But I’d like us to spend the rest of the summer together. We’ll go our separate ways at the end of August. You’ll date other people and so will I.”Zander pulled me up into his big strong arms. “Which way to the bedroom?”“Up the stairs to your right.” I dropped my head on his shoulder and caressed his back.I no longer desired to be fucked. Making love was what I wanted with him and only him.Zander laid me on the bed and his tongue slid along my neck. His hand cupped my breasts.“My brother was right; I would break your heart.”He leaned on his forearm. His sad eyes stared into mine. “You already have. The second you walked out of the hospital room and disappeared. You ripped my heart out of my chest, Vicky.”My fingers fell over the spot on his forehead where he’d been hit. “Sex won’t help it hurt any less.”“You don’t want to?” He searched my eyes.“We cross this line there’s no turning back. Things could become weird between us.”“Oh, you mean like when you came all over my hand.” He smiled.I slapped his shoulder. “Maybe not weird.” I smirked.“If you want it remove my shirt.” He sat on his knees between my legs.I sat up and pushed his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. My eyes darted to his tanned chest. Dark hair feathered his pecs. I slid my fingers over his abs and the V-shaped hairy trail that disappeared into his boxers. I didn’t stop with removing his shirt. My fingers unbuttoned his shorts. I needed to follow that fucking sexy trail. Shoving his shorts and boxers under his ass, my eyes bulged as that fucking elephant arm of a cock stood to attention. I needed to stare at it longer than the first time I snatched his shorts down. This was a grown man’s dick. My fingers lingered over the veins, snaking up his cock to the large mushroom head.“Um, Zander, I’m not sure I can take your huge cock.”“As wet as you get for me, Vicky, I doubt it will be a problem.” He flashed that sexy cocky smile.
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