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November 30, 2023
'Tis the Bad Boy Season!
Craving a steamy snippet from Surly Santa Bodyguard?
Here’s ‘dirty-talking’ Wolf himself:
“Bed and bath are through here, right?”
Sexy Violet turned toward the cabin’s narrow hall.
“Ugh, I guess I have no choice but to change into your huge sweats if I want my toes to not fall off.”
“Uh, yeah, that way.” Voice rusty, I followed her swaying ass with hooded eyes, my dick as hard as a lump of Christmas coal.
That same poor, unused stalk of anatomy that hasn’t seen any action other than my own fist since I first spied Miss Smithson in the flesh two months back. Her unmatched glory making any other female a no-go substitute, unworthy of thought or touch.
The wet dream kept talking while walking. “Okay, got it. I might even take a fast shower, if there’s hot water and a secure lock on the door.”
I replied to her backside, my fingers twitching.
“Plenty of hot water, no lock. But you don’t need to worry about me busting in on you, Princess…”
Slouching lower in my chair, I fumbled for the half-empty rocks glass sitting at my boots.
“…spoiled little girls don’t interest me.”
Lie. Lie. Lie.
“Good to know.”
Drawling the retort, Violet turned in the doorway, one hand on the jamb.
“Might want to tell that to the jumbo candy cane I can see poking against your fly, Santy Claus.”
She tipped her curls toward my misshapen crotch; the evidence suddenly and embarrassingly exposed by uncooperative flannel flaps.
Fuck!
I hastily covered up, my neck hot as I tried to think of some cockamamie excuse—such as sipping on bourbon strangely made me stiffer than steel, or that staring out at snowflakes got me hard as a mother.
“Uh, no, I…”
Too late; Violet had already disappeared.
Only to reappear a heartbeat later as I was palming my thick dick.
Fuuuuuck!
I let go of myself fast as the little witch hummed, her jeweled cat eyes gleaming.
“Oopsy. Sorry to… interrupt, Sarge. I forgot to say that when I come back dressed like an idiot, plan on accompanying me out into the elements. There, we are gonna chop ourselves down a handsome pine and haul it inside to string with the microwave popcorn I saw in your pantry. You must have needle and thread stuffed in a drawer somewhere, right?”
She pursed her lips, still staring where my right hand had just been.
“Blinking lights, glass ornaments, or not, we’re still gonna decorate this place the best we can with what we can rustle up. A grand tree by the windows, fir boughs draping the mantle, pinecones piled in bowls…”
“Huh?” Hot as Hades, I slashed my jack-guilty hand through the air, scowling.
“Nah, that’s bullshit, a waste of time. Fuck any tree or popcorn. This is a job, lady, and I’m keeping you safe to let you live and to line my own pockets. That’s the gist, plain and simple, got it? We sure as shit don’t need any goddamn decorations mucking up the joint.”
Princess baby snorted, eyeing me challengingly.
“Wanna bet?”
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Here’s ‘dirty-talking’ Wolf himself:
“Bed and bath are through here, right?”
Sexy Violet turned toward the cabin’s narrow hall.
“Ugh, I guess I have no choice but to change into your huge sweats if I want my toes to not fall off.”
“Uh, yeah, that way.” Voice rusty, I followed her swaying ass with hooded eyes, my dick as hard as a lump of Christmas coal.
That same poor, unused stalk of anatomy that hasn’t seen any action other than my own fist since I first spied Miss Smithson in the flesh two months back. Her unmatched glory making any other female a no-go substitute, unworthy of thought or touch.
The wet dream kept talking while walking. “Okay, got it. I might even take a fast shower, if there’s hot water and a secure lock on the door.”
I replied to her backside, my fingers twitching.
“Plenty of hot water, no lock. But you don’t need to worry about me busting in on you, Princess…”
Slouching lower in my chair, I fumbled for the half-empty rocks glass sitting at my boots.
“…spoiled little girls don’t interest me.”
Lie. Lie. Lie.
“Good to know.”
Drawling the retort, Violet turned in the doorway, one hand on the jamb.
“Might want to tell that to the jumbo candy cane I can see poking against your fly, Santy Claus.”
She tipped her curls toward my misshapen crotch; the evidence suddenly and embarrassingly exposed by uncooperative flannel flaps.
Fuck!
I hastily covered up, my neck hot as I tried to think of some cockamamie excuse—such as sipping on bourbon strangely made me stiffer than steel, or that staring out at snowflakes got me hard as a mother.
“Uh, no, I…”
Too late; Violet had already disappeared.
Only to reappear a heartbeat later as I was palming my thick dick.
Fuuuuuck!
I let go of myself fast as the little witch hummed, her jeweled cat eyes gleaming.
“Oopsy. Sorry to… interrupt, Sarge. I forgot to say that when I come back dressed like an idiot, plan on accompanying me out into the elements. There, we are gonna chop ourselves down a handsome pine and haul it inside to string with the microwave popcorn I saw in your pantry. You must have needle and thread stuffed in a drawer somewhere, right?”
She pursed her lips, still staring where my right hand had just been.
“Blinking lights, glass ornaments, or not, we’re still gonna decorate this place the best we can with what we can rustle up. A grand tree by the windows, fir boughs draping the mantle, pinecones piled in bowls…”
“Huh?” Hot as Hades, I slashed my jack-guilty hand through the air, scowling.
“Nah, that’s bullshit, a waste of time. Fuck any tree or popcorn. This is a job, lady, and I’m keeping you safe to let you live and to line my own pockets. That’s the gist, plain and simple, got it? We sure as shit don’t need any goddamn decorations mucking up the joint.”
Princess baby snorted, eyeing me challengingly.
“Wanna bet?”
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November 16, 2023
A NEW HOT HOLIDAY ROMANCE!
Meet broody, holiday-hating ex-Army commander Wolf Kincayde and his feisty Violet in 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅.
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🎄 Forced Proximity
🎄 One Bed
🎄 Possessive, dirty-talking bodyguard hero
🎄 Clever, capable heroine
🎄 Plenty of scorching scenes
🎄 Cabins in the mountains
🎄 Holiday Romance
𝗔𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗔𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱!
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This big, bad Santa has a job to do, and he ain’t happy.
Ex-Army Sargeant Wolf Kincayde has agreed to play bodyguard to a spoiled brat for reasons of his own. Babysitting the daughter of one of Wyoming’s sleaziest drug dealers sucks, but cash is king, and he’s not exactly a fan of the holidays, anyhow. Too bad this mouthy beauty with her blonde curls and bangin’ little body is driving him around the bend. But that bend is heaped with impassible drifts of snow, and he’s screwed. Trapped in his mountain lair with the tormentress, it’s looking like the forecast is calling for cold showers as icy as the weather outside...
She was snatched out of her bed Christmas week, and she’s livid.
Violet Smithson is hitting the books hard. Foregoing fun and games to earn her degree as a lab tech, she’s determined to join in the cure to eradicate the disease that took her mom. Living in her criminal father’s house is a daily source of angst, but until she’s hirable, she’s got nowhere to go. As if things weren’t tough enough, now she has to figure out how to escape from the broody beast who’s holding her captive and sabotaging her studies. Or wait… Maybe this surly alpha Grinch she’s been age-gap crushing on for months just needs a few lessons in Yuletide cheer...
Forced proximity, a cozy cabin, just one bed, and torrid passions come gift-wrapped with a bow…
💋 https://amzn.to/47CM3hU
🎄 Forced Proximity
🎄 One Bed
🎄 Possessive, dirty-talking bodyguard hero
🎄 Clever, capable heroine
🎄 Plenty of scorching scenes
🎄 Cabins in the mountains
🎄 Holiday Romance
𝗔𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗔𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱!
💋 https://amzn.to/47CM3hU
This big, bad Santa has a job to do, and he ain’t happy.
Ex-Army Sargeant Wolf Kincayde has agreed to play bodyguard to a spoiled brat for reasons of his own. Babysitting the daughter of one of Wyoming’s sleaziest drug dealers sucks, but cash is king, and he’s not exactly a fan of the holidays, anyhow. Too bad this mouthy beauty with her blonde curls and bangin’ little body is driving him around the bend. But that bend is heaped with impassible drifts of snow, and he’s screwed. Trapped in his mountain lair with the tormentress, it’s looking like the forecast is calling for cold showers as icy as the weather outside...
She was snatched out of her bed Christmas week, and she’s livid.
Violet Smithson is hitting the books hard. Foregoing fun and games to earn her degree as a lab tech, she’s determined to join in the cure to eradicate the disease that took her mom. Living in her criminal father’s house is a daily source of angst, but until she’s hirable, she’s got nowhere to go. As if things weren’t tough enough, now she has to figure out how to escape from the broody beast who’s holding her captive and sabotaging her studies. Or wait… Maybe this surly alpha Grinch she’s been age-gap crushing on for months just needs a few lessons in Yuletide cheer...
Forced proximity, a cozy cabin, just one bed, and torrid passions come gift-wrapped with a bow…
November 2, 2023
Surly Santa Bodyguard COVER REVEAL
A huge THANKS to the so-talented Laura at Spellbinding Designs, who I met at Inkers Con, Dallas this summer for creating me such a beauty!
So… Who’s ready for a Surly Santa Bodyguard?
Readers, this brand-new holiday novella starring a signature JC bad boy is hot!
🎄 Forced proximity
🎄 One bed
🎄 Cabin in the mountains
🎄 Alpha bodyguard hero
🎄 Spicy holiday romance
🎄 Grumpy/Sunshine
🎄 RomCom
𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 is releasing on Nov. 16th but you can pre-order on Amazon today!
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🎄 Add on Goodreads ↴
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🎄 REQUEST YOUR ARC ↴
https://bit.ly/SurlySantaBodyguardARCs
This big, bad Santa has a job to do, and he ain’t happy.
Ex-Army Sargeant Wolf Kincayde has agreed to play bodyguard to a spoiled brat for reasons of his own. Babysitting the daughter of one of Wyoming’s sleaziest drug dealers sucks, but cash is cash, and he’s not exactly a fan of the holidays, anyhow. Too bad this mouthy beauty with her blonde curls and bangin’ little body is driving him around the bend. But that bend is piled with impassible drifts of snow, and he’s screwed. Trapped in his mountain lair with the tormentress, it’s looking like the forecast is calling for cold showers as icy as the weather outside...
She was snatched out of her bed Christmas week, and she’s livid.
Violet Smithson is hitting the books hard. Foregoing fun and games to earn her degree as a medical lab tech, she’s determined to join in the cure to eradicate the disease that took her mom. Living in her criminal father’s house is a daily source of angst, but until she’s hirable, she’s got nowhere to go. As if things weren’t tough enough, now she has to figure out how to escape from the broody beast who’s holding her captive and sabotaging her studies? Or wait… Maybe this surly alpha Grinch she’s been crushing on for months just needs a few lessons in Yuletide cheer...
A fierce storm, a cozy cabin, and torrid passions gift-wrapped with a bow…
So… Who’s ready for a Surly Santa Bodyguard?
Readers, this brand-new holiday novella starring a signature JC bad boy is hot!
🎄 Forced proximity
🎄 One bed
🎄 Cabin in the mountains
🎄 Alpha bodyguard hero
🎄 Spicy holiday romance
🎄 Grumpy/Sunshine
🎄 RomCom
𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 is releasing on Nov. 16th but you can pre-order on Amazon today!
🎄 PREORDER ↴
https://amzn.to/40oGeSs
🎄 Add on Goodreads ↴
https://bit.ly/SurlySantaBodyguardTBR
🎄 REQUEST YOUR ARC ↴
https://bit.ly/SurlySantaBodyguardARCs
This big, bad Santa has a job to do, and he ain’t happy.
Ex-Army Sargeant Wolf Kincayde has agreed to play bodyguard to a spoiled brat for reasons of his own. Babysitting the daughter of one of Wyoming’s sleaziest drug dealers sucks, but cash is cash, and he’s not exactly a fan of the holidays, anyhow. Too bad this mouthy beauty with her blonde curls and bangin’ little body is driving him around the bend. But that bend is piled with impassible drifts of snow, and he’s screwed. Trapped in his mountain lair with the tormentress, it’s looking like the forecast is calling for cold showers as icy as the weather outside...
She was snatched out of her bed Christmas week, and she’s livid.
Violet Smithson is hitting the books hard. Foregoing fun and games to earn her degree as a medical lab tech, she’s determined to join in the cure to eradicate the disease that took her mom. Living in her criminal father’s house is a daily source of angst, but until she’s hirable, she’s got nowhere to go. As if things weren’t tough enough, now she has to figure out how to escape from the broody beast who’s holding her captive and sabotaging her studies? Or wait… Maybe this surly alpha Grinch she’s been crushing on for months just needs a few lessons in Yuletide cheer...
A fierce storm, a cozy cabin, and torrid passions gift-wrapped with a bow…
September 28, 2023
The Bad Boys Abroad Series is complete!
Steamy In Saint-Tropez is LIVE! https://amzn.to/45bytA8
Guys, this spicy trilogy is H-H-H-HOT with a capital H!
Tell me… Are you into:
*Dirty-talking alphas?
*Sassy heroines who take zero crap?
*Page-burning scenes? (Yow!)
*Snarky humor and witty dialogue?
*Exotic locales?
Then make haste, and get these bad boys on your reading stacks! All titles are standalones, but best enjoyed in order. And bonus: all these broody beardies are available on Kindle Unlimited!
Guys, this spicy trilogy is H-H-H-HOT with a capital H!
Tell me… Are you into:
*Dirty-talking alphas?
*Sassy heroines who take zero crap?
*Page-burning scenes? (Yow!)
*Snarky humor and witty dialogue?
*Exotic locales?
Then make haste, and get these bad boys on your reading stacks! All titles are standalones, but best enjoyed in order. And bonus: all these broody beardies are available on Kindle Unlimited!
August 24, 2023
Naughty In Nice is LIVE!
Guys, so excited to announce that NAUGHTY IN NICE is LIVE today, and available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. Oooh-la-la, is this one hot… https://amzn.to/3YUMVv6
Do you crave:
*Brawny beardy alpha heroes with filthy mouths?
*Kick-ass heroines who slay the above with a single look?
*Exotic locales, snarky humor, and h-h-hot-as-hell scenes?
Then make haste, and get set to meet my latest blue-collar bad boy, Frank ‘Oil Can’ Frazier. (Yeah, they don’t call him Oil Can for nothing, wink, wink.)
Downloads and reviews mucho appreciated!
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Book Three, STEAMY IN SAINT-TROPEZ hits in one month! https://amzn.to/3stOGTW (preorder!)
Enjoy this tasty tease:
“Hey, Frank. Jeez, that bathroom line took freaking forever. And I had to use the tissues in my bag when I finally got into a stall. Good thing I was prepared.”
Sexy Reina was at my side, not even reaching to the middle of my chest despite those chunky biker boots she was rocking.
She cut big eyes toward the lady blabbing on the terminal microphone.
“Ugh. Sounds crappy, huh? Emergency diverted to the middle of nowhere, and now having to share rooms with someone in this one-horse town? Man, I hope I don’t get stuck with Red Licorice.”
“Who?”
I looked down, trying not to stare at her tits—the babies out in the open and as equally stellar as her luscious ass, now that she’d shed the camo jacket she’d worn on the flight.
“Here, gimme that thing, or set it down.”
Gruffing, I jerked my chin at it as two perky, palm-sized mounds pointed straight at me, showcased to perfection in a snug yellow pullover… shit as obvious as the fat bastard swelling behind my zipper that missy didn’t bother with annoying little garments like bras.
Goddamn.
I angled sideways to hide my hard-on, tearing my gaze from shadowy nipples poking against soft fabric.
This girl, Christ. Face, legs, T & A… Fuck me, the whole jack-off package, pretty as you please.
“Oh, Red Licorice?”
Reina giggled mischievously, plopping down her bag and answering my previous grunt.
“She was the candy lover sitting next to you in row 14 whose seat I stole. Girl was scarfing down the strings like no tomorrow.”
“Right.”
Nodding like I remembered, I dismissed crap I could care less about, a crazy idea forming.
“Hey, lemme know if you think this is nuts, but…”
My neck turned hot as I gnawed my lip.
“If they do run outta rooms… Between rapping on the plane and all this waitin’ around, we sorta know each other now—last names, general stats, favorite pizza toppings… I’d feel better having you under my watch, rather than you bunking with whoever, a total stranger.”
Reina blinked, not comprehending, and I plowed on painfully, my voice hoarse.
“That is, I could crash on the floor, and you could take the bed, wherever we end up. I told you I was a Marine; I’m used to a helluva lot worse for a pillow besides a scratchy motel carpet.”
Splotches of hot-pink stained Reina’s cheeks, matching that skinny braid in her hair as she blinked again.
“You… you’re saying we share a room?”
Her lashes fluttered down, and she peeked through them, adorable as fuck.
“But didn’t they just say solo travelers team up by sex?”
“Yeah, but they don’t know we aren’t single.”
I shifted on my shitkickers, feeling like a schoolboy trying to score.
“You don’t have to worry about me; I got a long list of military honors after my name I could show you. We, uh, we could pretend we’re a couple, like dating, strictly for show.”
Dark eyes glowed under those curly lashes as Reina bit her own lip and murmured back.
“Or even… engaged.”
Fuck!
My solid cock jerked at her suggestion, and I quickly bent and hoisted the beat-up duffle at my boots—hovering the leather midair in front of my crotch, which had to look ridiculous.
“Sure, engaged.”
I croaked an agreement, not believing it was that easy. That this walking and talking goddess was on board with my spontaneous scheme.
And to think I’d been one tiny computer click away from picking tomorrow for my departure date, as opposed to today!
Thank you, extra thirty bucks per ticket.
Do you crave:
*Brawny beardy alpha heroes with filthy mouths?
*Kick-ass heroines who slay the above with a single look?
*Exotic locales, snarky humor, and h-h-hot-as-hell scenes?
Then make haste, and get set to meet my latest blue-collar bad boy, Frank ‘Oil Can’ Frazier. (Yeah, they don’t call him Oil Can for nothing, wink, wink.)
Downloads and reviews mucho appreciated!
https://amzn.to/3YUMVv6
Book Three, STEAMY IN SAINT-TROPEZ hits in one month! https://amzn.to/3stOGTW (preorder!)
Enjoy this tasty tease:
“Hey, Frank. Jeez, that bathroom line took freaking forever. And I had to use the tissues in my bag when I finally got into a stall. Good thing I was prepared.”
Sexy Reina was at my side, not even reaching to the middle of my chest despite those chunky biker boots she was rocking.
She cut big eyes toward the lady blabbing on the terminal microphone.
“Ugh. Sounds crappy, huh? Emergency diverted to the middle of nowhere, and now having to share rooms with someone in this one-horse town? Man, I hope I don’t get stuck with Red Licorice.”
“Who?”
I looked down, trying not to stare at her tits—the babies out in the open and as equally stellar as her luscious ass, now that she’d shed the camo jacket she’d worn on the flight.
“Here, gimme that thing, or set it down.”
Gruffing, I jerked my chin at it as two perky, palm-sized mounds pointed straight at me, showcased to perfection in a snug yellow pullover… shit as obvious as the fat bastard swelling behind my zipper that missy didn’t bother with annoying little garments like bras.
Goddamn.
I angled sideways to hide my hard-on, tearing my gaze from shadowy nipples poking against soft fabric.
This girl, Christ. Face, legs, T & A… Fuck me, the whole jack-off package, pretty as you please.
“Oh, Red Licorice?”
Reina giggled mischievously, plopping down her bag and answering my previous grunt.
“She was the candy lover sitting next to you in row 14 whose seat I stole. Girl was scarfing down the strings like no tomorrow.”
“Right.”
Nodding like I remembered, I dismissed crap I could care less about, a crazy idea forming.
“Hey, lemme know if you think this is nuts, but…”
My neck turned hot as I gnawed my lip.
“If they do run outta rooms… Between rapping on the plane and all this waitin’ around, we sorta know each other now—last names, general stats, favorite pizza toppings… I’d feel better having you under my watch, rather than you bunking with whoever, a total stranger.”
Reina blinked, not comprehending, and I plowed on painfully, my voice hoarse.
“That is, I could crash on the floor, and you could take the bed, wherever we end up. I told you I was a Marine; I’m used to a helluva lot worse for a pillow besides a scratchy motel carpet.”
Splotches of hot-pink stained Reina’s cheeks, matching that skinny braid in her hair as she blinked again.
“You… you’re saying we share a room?”
Her lashes fluttered down, and she peeked through them, adorable as fuck.
“But didn’t they just say solo travelers team up by sex?”
“Yeah, but they don’t know we aren’t single.”
I shifted on my shitkickers, feeling like a schoolboy trying to score.
“You don’t have to worry about me; I got a long list of military honors after my name I could show you. We, uh, we could pretend we’re a couple, like dating, strictly for show.”
Dark eyes glowed under those curly lashes as Reina bit her own lip and murmured back.
“Or even… engaged.”
Fuck!
My solid cock jerked at her suggestion, and I quickly bent and hoisted the beat-up duffle at my boots—hovering the leather midair in front of my crotch, which had to look ridiculous.
“Sure, engaged.”
I croaked an agreement, not believing it was that easy. That this walking and talking goddess was on board with my spontaneous scheme.
And to think I’d been one tiny computer click away from picking tomorrow for my departure date, as opposed to today!
Thank you, extra thirty bucks per ticket.
August 17, 2023
Naughty In Nice - SNEAK PEEK!
🔥 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐊 🔥
Naughty In Nice is 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤! This bad boy will hit kindle unlimited on Aug. 24!
𝗣𝗿𝗲-𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄
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While we wait, check out an excerpt from the book:
Standing over the sink, I splashed my face with cold water, silently gritting commands to my reflection.
Come on, you got the whole damn evening to get through, bunkered in these four walls with a sex kitten minus a bra. You can’t even hack the first three minutes? Hello, this was your bright idea, was it not?
I sucked in a few deep breaths and exited, almost swallowing my tongue when the first thing I spied was Reina sprawled on one half of the big bed; black boots on white lace, an array of snacks spread around her in a crescent.
“Dig in! There’s only that one hard chair near the wall, so I figured this was a better spot for our picnic. I set your beer on your nightstand.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Neck hot, I plodded to the far side of the king, gingerly perching on its edge. Cracking the brew, I took a long gulp, mumbling without turning.
“Tastes good.” A soft voice replied, and I felt the mattress bounce as Reina patted its surface.
“Stretch out, Frank. I have a smorgasbord here.”
“Nah, I… my boots.”
“Kick them off, or don’t, no big deal. I still have mine on. So what if we mess up the spread a little? It’s got to be washable, what with the amount of guests traipsing in and out of the place.”
I couldn’t think of another excuse off the cuff, other than the truthful, “I’m afraid if I get horizontal next to your amazing, smokin’ bod, I’ll ravage you on the spot and break your pussy in half.” So I obeyed, kicking my legs up onto the lace and easing back against soft pillows.
Reina slithered onto her right hip, pushing packets of junk toward me.
“Choose your grease and fat, sir. I’ve already sampled the cookies, and they get a thumbs-up. Chock-full of chips, nice and crunchy.”
I blinked, my gaze flicking over her smiling mouth, her tits, her curvy legs in their clinging tights. Take my pick? Sure thing, baby, but it ain’t gonna be any of that manufactured crap.
Naughty In Nice is 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤! This bad boy will hit kindle unlimited on Aug. 24!
𝗣𝗿𝗲-𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄
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While we wait, check out an excerpt from the book:
Standing over the sink, I splashed my face with cold water, silently gritting commands to my reflection.
Come on, you got the whole damn evening to get through, bunkered in these four walls with a sex kitten minus a bra. You can’t even hack the first three minutes? Hello, this was your bright idea, was it not?
I sucked in a few deep breaths and exited, almost swallowing my tongue when the first thing I spied was Reina sprawled on one half of the big bed; black boots on white lace, an array of snacks spread around her in a crescent.
“Dig in! There’s only that one hard chair near the wall, so I figured this was a better spot for our picnic. I set your beer on your nightstand.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Neck hot, I plodded to the far side of the king, gingerly perching on its edge. Cracking the brew, I took a long gulp, mumbling without turning.
“Tastes good.” A soft voice replied, and I felt the mattress bounce as Reina patted its surface.
“Stretch out, Frank. I have a smorgasbord here.”
“Nah, I… my boots.”
“Kick them off, or don’t, no big deal. I still have mine on. So what if we mess up the spread a little? It’s got to be washable, what with the amount of guests traipsing in and out of the place.”
I couldn’t think of another excuse off the cuff, other than the truthful, “I’m afraid if I get horizontal next to your amazing, smokin’ bod, I’ll ravage you on the spot and break your pussy in half.” So I obeyed, kicking my legs up onto the lace and easing back against soft pillows.
Reina slithered onto her right hip, pushing packets of junk toward me.
“Choose your grease and fat, sir. I’ve already sampled the cookies, and they get a thumbs-up. Chock-full of chips, nice and crunchy.”
I blinked, my gaze flicking over her smiling mouth, her tits, her curvy legs in their clinging tights. Take my pick? Sure thing, baby, but it ain’t gonna be any of that manufactured crap.
July 27, 2023
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November 16, 2022
Moody Under the Mistletoe is LIVE!
HE’S HERE!
Lovelies,
So excited to shout out that it’s RELEASE DAY for my tenth book baby! Yes!
Craving you some seasonal steam?
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Lovelies,
So excited to shout out that it’s RELEASE DAY for my tenth book baby! Yes!
Craving you some seasonal steam?
MOODY UNDER THE MISTLETOE - A GRUMPY/SUNSHINE HOLIDAY ROMANCE is now LIVE and available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. This fast-paced romcom novella is hot as burning coal, and I invite you to meet PF Grange, brawny grump extraordinaire, in his own filthy words.
(Yeah, he could use a bar of soap for Christmas to wash out that mouth of his, but good luck getting the beast to use it…)
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November 13, 2022
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Three sassy besties, each snared by their own sexy Santa…
Ginny Duncan’s put up with her cheating, boozehound of a husband for long enough. Time to lose the jerk and the rest of his snobby family, stat. Until dangerously tough brother-in-law Van returns stateside from his stint in the army. One incendiary intro, and this frustrated artist realizes she picked the wrong brother. Oh, could she whisper a lengthy wish list into this smokin’ hot major’s ear…
Visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads…
Rosie Watkins spends her nights slinging trays in a stuffy country club, saving up tips to start her own bakery and lusting over temporary chef Blade Fitch. This surly burner of filets is behind the stove under duress, and it shows. Yeah, so do those blazing looks of his, scorching holes in her skimpy uniform. Is it her imagination, or do she and this tatted baddie want the same thing for Christmas, served on a bedside platter?
Things are about to get naughty, because they’ve been very good girls…
Bolinda Baptiste has made her mark around town as the best dang dog walker to pick up the leashes. The canine entrepreneur gets her flirt on with swoonworthy vet Matt Stevens in a crowded blues bar, and Christmas comes early. Mercy, are the holiday gods smiling… This hunky doggy doc ticks all her boxes and then some. Dare she hope the man with the uber-talented hands feels the same? Can’t hurt to ask, under that big sprig of mistletoe…
November 9, 2022
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