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August 29, 2025
The Terrible Old Woman's New Moon Moonology Card Pull
This time, it gets personal, but the Universe may provide you with some helpful advice through my ramblings. It's amazing how I manage to look drunk in every thumbnail, even though I don't drink. I guess I'm just naturally saucy.
August 28, 2025
Diary of a Cult Girl Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Cult, Memoir, Diaries
Date Published: June 26, 2025
A Historical Account of Fear, Control, and Escape
“When you’re raised to fear the world, you never question the cage.”
Before she ever knew what freedom felt like, she documented captivity.
Told through the actual journals and letters written while trapped inside one of America’s most quietly dangerous religious cults, Diary of a Cult Girl is a chilling first-person account of life under the rule of Bill Gothard’s teachings—what many now recognize from the “Shiny Happy People” movement.
Raised in rural Alabama, in poverty, with church at home, school at home, and six younger siblings to raise, Crystal Ball’s childhood was shaped not by freedom, but by an addiction to control. Not drugs. Not alcohol. But military-grade submission, inside a cult franchise that gave abusers unchecked authority in God’s name—a system that weaponized fear, shame, and guilt like narcotics to keep women and children quiet and compliant.
In the spirit of The Diary of Anne Frank, this is not just a memoir—it’s evidence. A record of indoctrination. Of blind obedience mistaken for faith. Of a young girl awakening to the unbearable cost of survival.
Alongside her firsthand accounts, Crystal introduces the 3P Framework—Personal Psychological Perceptions—to examine how control systems form in the mind and how they keep victims psychologically trapped, even long after physical escape.
This is the tragic story of a beautiful mind locked in the chains of repression, desperately longing for a better life she was told didn’t exist—until she found the courage to leave it all in the red clay Alabama dust that almost choked her.
Crystal Ball went from the bottom 5% of poverty, raised in an extreme religious cult, to the top 5% of earners as a self-made entrepreneur. Her journey spans the gritty aisles of the convenience store industry to high-level real estate deals, with stops in journalism, public speaking, and personal reinvention along the way.
Crystal writes with brutal honesty and piercing insight, drawing from years of painful isolation, spiritual control, and emotional suppression. Her work offers a raw, eye-opening perspective on the lasting damage of authoritarian belief systems—especially in a world where right-wing extremism is on the rise.
Now living her dream life in Panama City Beach, Florida, Crystal is the proud mom of two incredible sons. Her mission is to spark courageous conversations, dismantle shame, and champion the power of self-liberation—one story at a time.
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Changing Woman's Hair Teaser #rabtbooktours
Marin Sinclair, Book 2
Suspense Thriller
Date Published: 09/15/2025
Publisher: RabbitHole LLC
Excerpt
—“It’s likely the same guys,” Franklin whispered. “You need to go for help. Get word to Sergeant Blue Eyes.”
“I can’t go without you,” she said, and Franklin took her hand and pressed it against his side. When she pulled her hand away, it was wet and sticky.
“You’re bleeding!” she said, and Franklin’s nod was dimly visible in the darkness lit only by the fires. “I’ll find something to help,” Marin said, and crawled through the hogan’s entrance, searching by feel until she found several pieces of soft clothing or bedding.
“Hold this over the wound and press,” she said, making a thick pad. She tied the pad around Franklin using a length of bale twine, and he gasped, then sat taking deep breaths.
“Sorry, we need to get the bleeding stopped,” she whispered.
Franklin took another breath and gave a low whistle. A horse broke away from the bunched group and came close to the rails, snorting softly.
“Here is your friend, Otekah,” Franklin said and ducked into the corral. “You must take her and go.”
“Go where?”
Franklin didn’t answer. He took a rope from a corral post and ran the rope behind Otekah’s ears, made a quick turn around the mare’s muzzle, and looped a knot into the side of the make-shift halter. He pushed the end of the rope into Marin’s hands.
“No,” she said. “I can’t leave you. You’re hurt.”
“They’ll soon come looking,” Franklin said. “Trust Otekah to find the way. She’ll be going home.”
“I can’t find my way in the dark!” Marin said.
“She knows the way. There is only one gate to open; our home is near the canyon’s end. You will be able to climb out.”
“No … ” Marin said.
“Climb up to the rim road. Bring back help.”
“Franklin, I can’t climb the canyon wall!”
“There are handholds to guide you,” he said, and he pushed something cold, round, and metallic into her hands … a flashlight.
“I shot one of those Indian kids,” said a man’s deep voice and she and Franklin froze, sinking deeper into the hogan’s shadows. “He ran over here.”
“Lay off. I’m not about to get trampled trying to find him,” a second man answered.
“He’s in here, I know it.”
“He’s not going anywhere. He’s got nowhere to run with this hut built up against the canyon wall.”
“You can either come out or you can bleed to death!” the first man shouted, and there was a sudden blast of gunfire.
Marin yelped, and Otekah reared, yanking the rope from her hands and whirling away. Yuma, his gray coat barely visible, whistled shrilly and kicked against the corral poles until the saplings shuddered.
“I said lay off, you idiot! A pole fence won’t hold half-ton horses! You’ll get us trampled! You don’t even know if the kid’s in there.”
The first man raised his voice. “You hear that, Injun boy? We’re gonna start shooting your horses if you don’t come out!”
“Stow it, Jack! You start shooting and these horses will go crazy. That kid’s not going anywhere. We need to get back to the prisoners.”
“Prisoners,” Marin breathed when the men walked away. “We have to stay and help them.”
“No. You must go, shadi,” Franklin said, making a soft clucking noise until Otekah once more came close, tossing her head as the other horses restlessly circled the corral, stamping and blowing. “My beauty,” Franklin murmured, picking up the trailing rope and looping it around Otekah’s neck.
“This is a bad idea,” Marin said, but she climbed between the corral poles to lean against Otekah’s warmth. The horses were bunched together, pressing hard against the gate poles, anxious to escape, eager to run. Still …
“I’d never forgive myself if you and the others … ”
“You must bring help, tell the Sergeant what has happened.”
There was no one else to go.
When Franklin again pushed the flashlight into her hands, she took it and shoved it into her waistband, then caught Otekah’s mane and rolled onto the mare’s back, catching up the rope in one hand.
Franklin murmured something that sounded like a prayer and slid a pole from the top of the gate. Carefully he lowered one end to the ground, then reached for the next pole and did the same. Even with only two poles down, the horses began to push into the gap, Otekah with them, and Marin clutched the halter rope breathing in the familiar scent of horse—dust, dried grass, musky sweat.
“I’m not sure I can guide her.”
“Just stay on,” Franklin returned.
Marin wrapped the rope tight around her hand and twisted both hands into Otekah’s mane, aware of a familiar rush of excitement, that stomach-clenching tension when Dandy’s muscles had bunched beneath her the second before the rodeo arena gate flew open and they shot forward. She’d done this a hundred times or more, and she bent low to Otekah’s neck, gathering focus.
“Ready … ” Franklin whispered, and he eased the last pole to the ground.
“Franklin, I … ” Marin began, but Franklin stepped back, gave a shrill, yipping yell, and slapped Otekah across the rump, waving his hat as the horses surged forward.—
About the Author
Drawing from her own life story in the Four Corners area of the Navajo Nation, author Jan D. Payne offers readers a journey into the heart of the American Southwest in a modern-day romantic suspense series. Writing characters who navigate diverse cultural influences to explore the lines between the seen and the unseen, the modern and the traditional, the present and the past—she creates a world where the impossible becomes possible, and mythical legends come to life.
Jan is a member of Western Writers of America and Women Writing the West. She and her husband live in northern Minnesota with their three big dogs—Kaibab, Rudi, and Orrin. Visit her website at: jandpayne.com
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August 27, 2025
Magic Macy and the Ogre Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
A Magic and Adventure Bedtime Illustrated Chapter Story Picture Book for Kids Ages 3 to 9
Children's Books, Magic Fantasy Adventure
Date Published: July 17, 2025
Join Magic Macy on Her Magical Adventures!
Step into a world of wonder with Magic Macy and The Ogre, the first enchanting book in the Magic Macy series – a heartwarming and imaginative tale perfect for early readers and bedtime dreamers aged 3–9 years old.
🌍 An Epic Adventure Across the Globe
Macy is just like any other 8-year-old girl living in Buckinghamshire… until the night after her birthday, when a mysterious rata-tat-tat on her bedroom window changes everything. Princess Amelia has come calling – and Macy has been chosen to save the endangered Woodlands People from a fearsome, grumpy Ogre.
To do so, Macy must lace up her Magic Trainers with rainbow laces, leave the safety of her room, and embark on a breathtaking journey across seas, continents, and landmarks like Big Ben, Red Square, the Eiffel Tower, and even Hawaii.
🧚 A Tale of Bravery, Friendship & Kindness
With help from woodland creatures and new magical friends, Macy discovers the power of courage, compassion, and uniqueness. Her glowing heart and desire to help those in need make her the only one who can stop the Ogre’s dark plan. Along the way, she learns that bravery isn’t about being the strongest—it’s about showing up for others, trying something new, and believing in yourself.
✨ Magical Learning Moments
This delightful tale gently weaves in themes that help children learn and grow: • 🌍 Geography – Explore countries, capitals, seas, and famous landmarks• 💖 Empathy & Kindness – Helping others in need• 🐾 Friendship & Teamwork – Working together to overcome challenges• 🛡️ Courage & Self-Discovery – Facing fears and finding one’s purpose• 🧚 Imagination & Creativity – Discovering a magical world beyond the bedroom 📖 Perfect for Bedtime or Early Readers
Featuring beautiful hand-drawn illustrations, this chapter book is a joy for both parents and children. Whether read aloud or enjoyed independently, Magic Macy and The Ogre makes bedtime a magical and soothing ritual.
Fans of The Gruffalo, Room on the Broom, Peter Rabbit, The Snail and the Whale, and The Tiger Who Came to Tea will fall in love with Magic Macy’s whimsical world of adventure and kindness.
✨ Why You’ll Love Magic Macy and the Ogre:
• A magical story that inspires empathy, bravery, and imagination• Ideal for children aged 3–9• Supports early literacy, geography learning, and emotional growth• Encourages positive bedtime routines• The first book in a charming new series of magical adventures 📦 Get your copy today and let Magic Macy and The Ogre take your child on an unforgettable adventure beneath the stars. Because every night is a new chance to dream, explore, and believe.
The magic begins the moment you open the book.
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Protect My Wrong Secret Release Blitz #rabtbooktours
Romantic Suspense
Date Published: August 28, 2025
Jaci Linwood is unlike any woman I’ve ever known.
Pint-sized and buttoned up, she’s enclosed in sky-high walls I can’t charm my way past.
Giving up is not my MO.
So when HEY, the security firm I co-own with my ex-military friends, gets tasked with finding out what she and her boss are doing at Pine Peaks Resort, I’m stoked to be the private investigator on the case.
Mysteries shroud their presence, but my investigation proves that they’re not merely vacationing.
Something far more sinister lays at our doorstep and Jaci’s at the center of it.
I should be doing my job...
But she becomes a fixation I can’t break, a craving that’s never satisfied, a need I don’t want to escape.
She sees through my facade and challenges me, pushes me, unravels me.
Then I’m straddling two paths—doing my job or following my desire.
The danger creeps closer, bearing down on her.
I must protect her from those who’d cause her harm.
And from my obsessed self...
About the Author
Summer Hunter writes romantic suspense with bite—where love sizzles, danger lurks, and someone always ends up shirtless.
She calls Hawaii home, which means she’s fueled by sunshine, strong coffee, and the occasional plot twist that shows up between bites of fried noodles. Her characters are bold, her banter is sharp, and her happily-ever-afters always come with a little chaos and a lot of heat.
When she’s not plotting her next twisty love story, she’s probably side-eyeing tourists from behind her sunglasses and pretending it’s all “research.”
"Spicy Love, Sassy Suspense – Always HEA."
Grab a fan. Things are about to get steamy!
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The Boss Preorder Blitz #rabtbooktours
BDSM Erotica
Date to be Published: August 29, 2025
Publisher: Changeling Press
This post contains material suitable only for readers 18+.
Maxwell Barnes runs the top law firm in the city, owns a private BDSM club, and has more money than he can spend in a lifetime. He gets everything he wants, and now he wants his paralegal, Aaron Marshall. Mixing work and pleasure is a big no-no, but their mutual attraction is off the charts. The one thing Maxwell isn’t looking for is love, but sometimes fate has a mind of its own.Praise for The Boss (Roosters)
"I found this to be an interesting and sexy short read... I adored Aaron right from the get-go and found him delightful and really easy to relate to. The chemistry between the two men is delicious, the kink is hot and well written and for a fun and quick read this story certainly fits the bill to my mind."
-- Fern, Long and Short Reviews
Excerpt All rights reserved. Copyright ©2025 Gale Stanley
Fucking traffic. Even at this hour of the day, the streets were as jammed as my calendar. Doesn’t matter what I drive. My Mercedes-Maybach won’t get me to the office any faster than a Prius, but my ride got a lot of looks. It commanded the eye as well as the road. I imagined the other drivers were wondering what VIP was enjoying all this luxury. The thought ignited me. Being the center of attention was a turn-on. It was better than sex.
At last, my building came into view. It was an impressive sight. The Barnes Building was a soaring glass tower, twenty stories high, and one of the most prestigious addresses in the city. I helped design it myself. I demanded a seat at the table with the architects and builders, and my input resulted in a stunning building that met my needs. If you want something done right, do it yourself. ‘Nuff said.
I turned into the parking garage and pulled into my reserved spot, savoring the rewards of success. My car, my building, designer duds, a Rolex, they were all symbols of my wealth and status. None of it was due to luck. I worked damn hard to get where I was, long hours, high-profile court cases, good investments… I was on top of the world. Now I was ready to enjoy myself. For years work had overshadowed everything else in my life. I had made a name for myself and accumulated stuff, but I had neglected the hedonistic pleasures that shaped my life. It was time to focus on the thing that lit me up. BDSM. Erotic play made me feel complete. It energized me. I just needed the right partner. Lately, I had wondered whether the man I wanted even existed. It was a tall order to fill.
I knew who I was and what I wanted -- single, gay Dom looking for a playmate, not a relationship. Nothing serious or exclusive. I wanted a man who was submissive because he loved the way it made him feel, but finding a compatible play partner wasn’t easy. In the past I’d had partners who played at being submissive so they could gain access to me. They were only interested in my prestige and money. I liked a man who was willing to work hard and make it on his own. Someone who was constantly learning and wanted to challenge his limits.
Even with my connections, it was difficult to meet men because my kink was a well-hidden secret. Submissives who were looking for a Dom wouldn’t know how to find me. It had been a long time since my Dominant side got any attention, and it had been frustrating as hell.
Until the day Aaron Marshall showed up. We had instant chemistry. Chemistry counted for a lot, but it wasn’t everything. There had to be more to it than attraction. The big question was, could we build something on that chemistry? This was such an improbable match, I couldn’t believe it was more than a fluke. But what if it wasn’t? I intended to find out because I was used to getting what I wanted, and I wanted this man.
I took the private elevator to the top floor. My suite was bright and modern, a stark contrast to my public office one floor down. There it was all cherry wood and leather, the warm traditional look I presented to the public. But the private penthouse was my home when I was working on an important case so it was all me, a personal office, sitting room, kitchen, bedroom, and a large bath, even a walk-in closet stocked with some of my favorite paddles and floggers.
I listened to my voice mail and found a message from Brett Holiday, my best friend. No need to answer it. I’d be seeing him tonight. I went into the bathroom to check my appearance before taking the back stairs to my office.
Before settling in, I walked out to the front office to greet Aaron, who was now my newest paralegal. My current office manager was teaching him the ropes, a task I planned on taking over shortly. Pun intended.
Aaron always clocked in ahead of everyone, even me. He wanted to make a good impression, and he had. The man was a quick study and very professional, but he had other assets that sparked my interest.
I never forgot our first meeting. I liked his looks immediately -- dark blond hair, hazel eyes, slim build, but his stance was what caught my attention. Aaron stood in front of my desk, his back ramrod straight, arms at his sides, head up, eyes down. His deference was flattering to the point of overkill. I saw it as a tendency to yield to the will of another. He was hard-wired to be a submissive.
We made eye contact and it was hot as hell. I pictured us having wild sex and I sensed he felt the same. The undeniable connection between us was like an out-of-body experience. That mysterious attraction couldn’t be forced. It was what I longed for, but seldom found. Calm down, I told myself. Do not hire this man because you want to fuck him.
“Have a seat, Mr. Marshall.”
“Thank you.”
I decided to test the water. “Thank you, Sir.”
Aaron’s eyes went wide but he responded immediately. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
His reaction was beautiful to behold. Being told what to do excited him. I could tell he wanted me to take control, to dominate him. Anticipation shivered along my spine. I knew an untrained submissive when I saw one. Aaron was struggling to recover his self-command, but his desire and arousal shone like a beacon in a storm. I was intrigued.
About the Author
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.Some things never change.
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The Sweetest Getaway Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Women's Fiction, Crime Caper, Cozy Heist
Date Published: 07-21-2025
Publisher: Heart & Horizon
They’ll need the sweetest getaway ever to escape this mess…
Jennifer used to be a wholesome daydreamer who’d never broken a law in her life.
In a moment of weakness, she lets her roommate, Nari, rope her into a money-making scheme that isn’t exactly…legal.
How could she have known that stealing from bad guys would be so much fun?
Soon, Jennifer is so busy leading a double life that she barely has time to fantasize about the hot, dimpled stranger she met at one of Nari’s parties.
Everything is going smoothly, until someone rats them out to the cops.
Now, Jennifer and Nari need help from a team of seasoned criminals to pull off a heist that’ll either set them up for life…or get them locked up for a very long time.
Can Jennifer find a path to happily ever after that doesn’t include an ugly prison jumpsuit? There’s only one way to find out…
The Sweetest Getaway is a no spice, cozy heist novel with laughs, a diverse cast, and the smartest heroines since Ocean’s 8. Perfect for fans of women’s fiction and crime capers. Get it today for a criminally good time.
Excerpt
“All we have to do is confidently walk to the door like we’re supposed to be here,” Nari said under her breath.
She and Jennifer argued in the parking lot of Omaha’s largest mansion as glamorously dressed revelers approached the entrance, arm in arm.
“I’ll enter five minutes before you. When they ask for our names, remember that I’m Doris and you’re Béatrice. After that, everything will be easy. No big deal,” Nari explained.
Right. It was no big deal to Nari because she was endlessly charming, constantly meeting new people, and making loads of cash from random schemes that took her all over the world. Jennifer, on the other hand, was great at petting her neighbors’ dogs and getting lost mid-conversation in daydreams about faraway lands she’d never visited.
Doris Huang and Béatrice Boivin were wealthy business-women who were actually invited to the gala. Jennifer had helped Nari find an Asian and black woman on the guest list that they could impersonate. Doris and Béatrice looked enough like them, although Doris was in her fifties. Luckily, Doris wore glasses, so Nari could hide her youth behind a pair of round black frames that complemented her off-the-shoulder, gold metallic gown.
“Honestly, Nari, I don’t think it’s going to be that easy.” Jennifer tapped her fingers nervously on her arm. “What if Doris and Béatrice are inside already? Why don’t we look for a back entrance to sneak into instead?”
At least there would be fewer witnesses if they got caught at the back entrance. Maybe they could even pretend they were lost, ask for directions, and then decide to scrap the whole mission and return to their cozy apartment. “Oh well, that didn’t work. At least we tried!” Jennifer would say peppily. Nari would shrug. They’d end the night bingeing on popcorn and singing nineties hits into their TV’s karaoke app.
But Nari would never give up that easily. “Nah, we’re early. We’ll have at least an hour before these two fabulous women show up. They’re always late for events like this. Besides, our target is already inside.”
Jennifer groaned. “This is nuts. I’ve got to pretend to be French like Béatrice.” She shook her head. “I can’t even tell the difference between a good macaron and a bad one. They’re all delicious to me. I don’t know why I let you talk me into this.”
“I know why you said yes, mon amie,” Nari said, grinning. “Remember, you’ll be getting twenty-five percent of whatever deal we pull off after today. If I can close this deal, it could be worth half a million dollars.”
Jennifer had almost forgotten about the payout. Normally, Nari compensated her for these wild rides with chili cheese fries. She sucked in air through her teeth. “I... I can’t really say no to that,” she said, goosebumps covering her arms.
With that kind of money, maybe she could travel far beyond Omaha’s borders. She’d meet wonderful, surprising people. People who spoke five languages, painted in their spare time, and effortlessly rode their electric scooters through crowded street markets before arriving at home to make love to their beautiful spouses. Maybe she could even quit her job as a marketing analyst.
Nari swept her arm out in front of her, as if she were showing off her kingdom. “Welcome to the business world. There’s tons of cash just waiting for you.”
Money came easily to Nari, even though she had the attention span of a gnat. She could have her own massive condo if she wanted to, but she chose to live with Jennifer to feel a sense of home so far away from her family. Jennifer, however, was thirty-six years old and broke. If she didn’t live with Nari, she would have to start a window washing side hustle to be able to afford her student loan payments. “It’s my favorite business world, the one where we have to sneak into galas to close deals,” Jennifer snorted.
About the Author
Sasha Preston writes women’s fiction crime capers that help you to escape your daily reality, feel a sense of excitement, and plan your next adventure – all with some humor and close friendship thrown into the mix.
They say you should write about what you know. While she still hasn’t officially committed a heist, there’s nothing she loves more than going on adventures with girlfriends. You can find her waking up while it’s still dark outside to write, exercise, and explore.Contact LinksWebsiteFacebookGoodreadsInstagramPurchase Links $2.99 Sale for a Limited Time AmazonBarnes and NobleKoboiBooksGoogle Play
August 25, 2025
Mom Take Center Stage Release Blitz #rabtbooktours
Self-Help / Non-Fiction
Date Published: 08-26-2025
You’ve poured yourself into motherhood. Now it’s time to pour a little back into you.
If you’ve ever felt like parts of you went quiet in the background — your voice, your creativity, your dreams — Mom Take Center Stage is your invitation to rise.
This empowering guide invites you to stop shrinking and start shining.
With raw honesty and hard-won wisdom, Satya V. Nauth helps you reclaim your power, purpose, and presence — unapologetically.
You’ll learn how to:
Break cycles of self-abandonment and burnout
Release perfectionism and reconnect with your wholeness
Embrace your identity beyond the roles you carry
Live boldly, confidently, and without apology
Step into the spotlight of your own life — fully alive
This isn’t a book about balance.
It’s a book about becoming whole again.
Because the world doesn’t need a perfect mom.
It needs you — rooted, radiant, and real.
Satya V. Nauth is a writer, entrepreneur, and personal growth advocate with a background in marketing, leadership development, and the short-term rental industry. Known for her grounded wisdom and bold storytelling, she helps modern moms reclaim their voice, ambition, and joy—without apology.
She lives in Florida with her family, where life is full, vibrant, and always a little messy—in the best way.
Mom Take Center Stage is her debut book—and the beginning of a movement.
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Adélaïde Reveal #rabtbooktours
Painter of the Revolution
Historical Fiction
Date Published: forthcoming January 13, 2026
Publisher: Acorn Publishing
In a world where women are seen but rarely heard, Adélaïde Labille-Guiard refuses to be silenced.
The daughter of Parisian shopkeepers, Adélaïde dreams not of marriage or titles but of earning a place among the masters of French art. With Queen Marie Antoinette on the throne and a spirit of change in the air, anything seems possible. But as revolution brews and powerful forces conspire to deny her success, Adélaïde faces an impossible choice: protect her life—or fight for a legacy that will outlast her.
Inspired by the true story of one of the first women admitted to the Royal Academy of Painting and Sculpture, Adélaïde: Painter of the Revolution is a sweeping, evocative portrait of ambition, courage, and resilience in the face of history’s fiercest storm.
Janell Strube makes a mean barbecue sauce. She’s also a world traveler, a baker, and a bicyclist. But when she writes, her identity as an adoptee often steers her attention to topics of alienation, erased history, and displacement.
In 2024, a personal essay of hers was published in the anthology Adoption and Suicidality. Her work has also appeared in Shaking the Tree: brazen. short. memoir and A Year in Ink. Her short memoir, “Taking my Blonde Daughter to a Black Lives Matter Rally,” was selected for the 2020 San Diego Memoir Showcase, an annual live storytelling event.
While much of her writing is personal, she enjoys the freedom that comes with crafting fiction. Her desire to learn about forgotten female artists who shaped the French revolutionary period motivated her to write Adélaïde: Painter of the Revolution.
When not crunching numbers as a tax executive for a hotel chain, she can be found hanging out with Shiloh the Wheaten and plotting her second book.
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August 24, 2025
Bunny's F*ckfest Teaser #rabtbooktours
BDSM Erotica
Date to be published: August 29, 2025
Publisher: Changeling Press LLC
In case it wasn't obvious from the title and genre, this post and the book it promotes contain material suited only for readers 18+.
Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Daddy Dom BDSM Erotica short story. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of heat. If you’re looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!
Every night with Max is a rush, a storm of sensation and wild, beautiful chaos. But today? Today feels different. From the moment Max wakes me, in the naughtiest of ways, I know something’s about to change. I have a feeling whatever he has in store for me today may break me, unravel me to my very core, only to rebuild me stronger than ever before.
Excerpt All rights reserved. Copyright ©2025 Wanda Violet O.
I woke up to the feel of Max’s tongue between my thighs, pulling me from sleep with waves of pleasure that made my back arch off the silk sheets.
“Fuck, Max,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as he worked me with that skilled mouth of his. The morning light streaming through the windows of our suite caught the blue of his eyes as he looked up at me, never breaking rhythm. He knew exactly how to make me come undone, his tongue circling and flicking until my orgasm forced a scream from my throat as I trembled beneath him.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with desire. “I wanted to give you a treat.” Another swipe with his tongue. Another moan from me. “Before you go to work today.”
“Work?” Oh, boy… I tried to act nonchalant, but I thought I’d failed when Max smirked at me.
“Yep. And, boy, are you going to need your strength today.” The wicked gleam in his eyes never failed to make me wet. That always meant something naughty and fun as fuck was about to follow.
I could barely form words as he continued his assault on my senses, building me higher and higher once more until I shattered with a cry that echoed through the room. My body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over me, and Max didn’t stop until I lay panting and boneless beneath him.
He crawled up my body like the predator he was, all muscle and controlled power, before claiming my mouth in a kiss that tasted of me and pure hunger. “You’re insatiable,” I said, my voice a hoarse whisper.
“Daddy Jacob said I should put you in a good mood.” The rough timbre of his voice vibrated through my chest. “I’m just following orders.”
A shiver of anticipation raced through me. Daddy Jacob did this often for me and his Kitten -- a game we played. He and Max knew how we loved our “jobs” and they both took great delight in keeping me and Kitten as busy as we wanted to be. I’d come to love this play time. I also loved coming back to our suite and letting Max question me and repeating every single thing I’d done while away from him.
He didn’t push into me. Not yet. Instead he braced his weight above me, his arms caging me in, and bent to kiss me. His kiss, soft, almost reverent, carried the taste of my pussy on his tongue, filthy and sweet. I opened for him, letting him take what he wanted.
Max kissed like he did everything. With full attention, like there was nothing else in the world. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, burying my fingers in his thick hair. He growled low, a vibration that started in his chest and echoed in mine.
When he broke away, his face hovered just above mine, his eyes impossibly blue and focused.
“I need you, Max,” I whispered, my body still on edge despite the two earlier orgasms.
He flashed me a wolfish smile. “You’ll have me, little Bunny.”
Max reached over the edge of the bed, rummaging in the nightstand, a practiced move. Condoms and lube were two staples in this house. With practice ease, Max tore open the packet and rolled the condom down his length with a downward stroke of his hand. For a second, I let myself savor the view, admiring the way his cock jutted from his body, thick and veined and angry red at the tip. I ached for him to fuck me.
Max must have seen the hunger on my face because he gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my soft curves. He lined up, teasing the head along my slit, and the heat of the intimate contact the ultimate tease.
He paused, holding himself at my entrance, his mouth at my ear. “You ready, Bunny?”
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