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Out of Control
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Logan Knight is recuperating from a fire that killed his two best friends. Libby Turner is on a mission to keep her beloved grandmother out of an assisted living facility. From the moment the two meet, sparks fly and they can't keep their hands off each other. Can they stick to their plan of keeping their relationship strictly sexual or do they give in to the love that claims their hearts?
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Logan Knight is recuperating from a fire that killed his two best friends. Libby Turner is on a mission to keep her beloved grandmother out of an assisted living facility. From the moment the two meet, sparks fly and they can't keep their hands off each other. Can they stick to their plan of keeping their relationship strictly sexual or do they give in to the love that claims their hearts?
December 19, 2015
Hands-On
I have a short erotic story coming out the first of January. Still waiting on the cover for it. Below is an excerpt.
“Maybe we can work out some kind of a…ah, payment plan?” She chewed on the inside of her lip, realizing how weak and pitiful she sounded.
“I have a better idea, Ivy. Seeing you again has only reminded me of what I’ve been missing. With interest, a payment plan will take years. How about one weekend?”
One weekend? “I don’t understand. You know I can’t come up with that kind of money in one weekend.”
Laughing, Jake slammed his feet to the floor and leaned forward. “Come on, honey, you’re not stupid. But just in case you can’t read between the lines, let me clarify. I want one weekend.”
Her brows furrowed. “One weekend of what?”
There was a long pause. “Of you.”
He can’t be serious! “What?”
“One weekend of you, as many times as I want, wherever I want, in any position I want. One weekend of fucking you will erase the debt Wally owes our company.”
Ivy swallowed with difficulty, even while a little thrill shot through her at the picture his words conjured. Jake was an exceptional lover. “You expect me to sell myself!”
“You should be flattered that I think you’re worth twenty grand.”
She shook her head. “You’re crazy, Jake. I won’t do it.”
“Won’t you?”
Ivy swung around in anger, going for the door. Blood was pumping hotly through her veins. Part of her was excited, the other half angry that she couldn’t control that excitement. She reached for the doorknob with tears in her eyes, remembering too late that it was locked. She fumbled to open it.
“Damn you!” Jake pushed her against the door with his body, growling low against her ear. “I loved you!” His unexpected roughness and having his hard body against hers fueled her desire. “I’ve never stopped wanting you, Ivy. Even after I found you in bed with my brother.”
She pushed back against him but he was like a pillar of stone behind her. Tears slipped down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, having no choice but to submit to his strength. Everything assailed her at once. The solidness of his body, the enticing scent of his favorite aftershave—something mild and earthly—the pulsing hardness of his cock against her ass.
“Nothing happened between us, Jake.” Ivy trembled with growing arousal. Why didn’t he believe her? She pushed back against him but to no avail.
“The hell it didn’t. Rick knew too many things about you that he couldn’t have unless he’d known you intimately. He said you were the best fuck he’d ever had.”
“I think it’s funny that you’d take the word of your brother, who hates you, over the word of the woman you were supposed to love.”
Jake leaned heavily into Ivy, his breath hot against her ear. “Enough talk.” He ground the words out, and then clamped his teeth down between her neck and collarbone.
It was something he did when he lost control and wanted to claim her in the most basic way. And Ivy knew at that moment that there was no escape. She shuddered wildly in response as the memories of being loved and consumed by him flooded her.
He swung her around, crushing her against the unyielding door. His hands circled her wrists and he dragged her arms up over her head, pinning them against the smooth surface of the wood. “The weekend begins now, Ivy.”
“Maybe we can work out some kind of a…ah, payment plan?” She chewed on the inside of her lip, realizing how weak and pitiful she sounded.
“I have a better idea, Ivy. Seeing you again has only reminded me of what I’ve been missing. With interest, a payment plan will take years. How about one weekend?”
One weekend? “I don’t understand. You know I can’t come up with that kind of money in one weekend.”
Laughing, Jake slammed his feet to the floor and leaned forward. “Come on, honey, you’re not stupid. But just in case you can’t read between the lines, let me clarify. I want one weekend.”
Her brows furrowed. “One weekend of what?”
There was a long pause. “Of you.”
He can’t be serious! “What?”
“One weekend of you, as many times as I want, wherever I want, in any position I want. One weekend of fucking you will erase the debt Wally owes our company.”
Ivy swallowed with difficulty, even while a little thrill shot through her at the picture his words conjured. Jake was an exceptional lover. “You expect me to sell myself!”
“You should be flattered that I think you’re worth twenty grand.”
She shook her head. “You’re crazy, Jake. I won’t do it.”
“Won’t you?”
Ivy swung around in anger, going for the door. Blood was pumping hotly through her veins. Part of her was excited, the other half angry that she couldn’t control that excitement. She reached for the doorknob with tears in her eyes, remembering too late that it was locked. She fumbled to open it.
“Damn you!” Jake pushed her against the door with his body, growling low against her ear. “I loved you!” His unexpected roughness and having his hard body against hers fueled her desire. “I’ve never stopped wanting you, Ivy. Even after I found you in bed with my brother.”
She pushed back against him but he was like a pillar of stone behind her. Tears slipped down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, having no choice but to submit to his strength. Everything assailed her at once. The solidness of his body, the enticing scent of his favorite aftershave—something mild and earthly—the pulsing hardness of his cock against her ass.
“Nothing happened between us, Jake.” Ivy trembled with growing arousal. Why didn’t he believe her? She pushed back against him but to no avail.
“The hell it didn’t. Rick knew too many things about you that he couldn’t have unless he’d known you intimately. He said you were the best fuck he’d ever had.”
“I think it’s funny that you’d take the word of your brother, who hates you, over the word of the woman you were supposed to love.”
Jake leaned heavily into Ivy, his breath hot against her ear. “Enough talk.” He ground the words out, and then clamped his teeth down between her neck and collarbone.
It was something he did when he lost control and wanted to claim her in the most basic way. And Ivy knew at that moment that there was no escape. She shuddered wildly in response as the memories of being loved and consumed by him flooded her.
He swung her around, crushing her against the unyielding door. His hands circled her wrists and he dragged her arms up over her head, pinning them against the smooth surface of the wood. “The weekend begins now, Ivy.”
Hands-On Man
I have a short erotic story coming out the first of January. Still waiting on the cover for it. Below is an excerpt.
“Maybe we can work out some kind of a…ah, payment plan?” She chewed on the inside of her lip, realizing how weak and pitiful she sounded.
“I have a better idea, Ivy. Seeing you again has only reminded me of what I’ve been missing. With interest, a payment plan will take years. How about one weekend?”
One weekend? “I don’t understand. You know I can’t come up with that kind of money in one weekend.”
Laughing, Jake slammed his feet to the floor and leaned forward. “Come on, honey, you’re not stupid. But just in case you can’t read between the lines, let me clarify. I want one weekend.”
Her brows furrowed. “One weekend of what?”
There was a long pause. “Of you.”
He can’t be serious! “What?”
“One weekend of you, as many times as I want, wherever I want, in any position I want. One weekend of fucking you will erase the debt Wally owes our company.”
Ivy swallowed with difficulty, even while a little thrill shot through her at the picture his words conjured. Jake was an exceptional lover. “You expect me to sell myself!”
“You should be flattered that I think you’re worth twenty grand.”
She shook her head. “You’re crazy, Jake. I won’t do it.”
“Won’t you?”
Ivy swung around in anger, going for the door. Blood was pumping hotly through her veins. Part of her was excited, the other half angry that she couldn’t control that excitement. She reached for the doorknob with tears in her eyes, remembering too late that it was locked. She fumbled to open it.
“Damn you!” Jake pushed her against the door with his body, growling low against her ear. “I loved you!” His unexpected roughness and having his hard body against hers fueled her desire. “I’ve never stopped wanting you, Ivy. Even after I found you in bed with my brother.”
She pushed back against him but he was like a pillar of stone behind her. Tears slipped down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, having no choice but to submit to his strength. Everything assailed her at once. The solidness of his body, the enticing scent of his favorite aftershave—something mild and earthly—the pulsing hardness of his cock against her ass.
“Nothing happened between us, Jake.” Ivy trembled with growing arousal. Why didn’t he believe her? She pushed back against him but to no avail.
“The hell it didn’t. Rick knew too many things about you that he couldn’t have unless he’d known you intimately. He said you were the best fuck he’d ever had.”
“I think it’s funny that you’d take the word of your brother, who hates you, over the word of the woman you were supposed to love.”
Jake leaned heavily into Ivy, his breath hot against her ear. “Enough talk.” He ground the words out, and then clamped his teeth down between her neck and collarbone.
It was something he did when he lost control and wanted to claim her in the most basic way. And Ivy knew at that moment that there was no escape. She shuddered wildly in response as the memories of being loved and consumed by him flooded her.
He swung her around, crushing her against the unyielding door. His hands circled her wrists and he dragged her arms up over her head, pinning them against the smooth surface of the wood. “The weekend begins now, Ivy.”
“Maybe we can work out some kind of a…ah, payment plan?” She chewed on the inside of her lip, realizing how weak and pitiful she sounded.
“I have a better idea, Ivy. Seeing you again has only reminded me of what I’ve been missing. With interest, a payment plan will take years. How about one weekend?”
One weekend? “I don’t understand. You know I can’t come up with that kind of money in one weekend.”
Laughing, Jake slammed his feet to the floor and leaned forward. “Come on, honey, you’re not stupid. But just in case you can’t read between the lines, let me clarify. I want one weekend.”
Her brows furrowed. “One weekend of what?”
There was a long pause. “Of you.”
He can’t be serious! “What?”
“One weekend of you, as many times as I want, wherever I want, in any position I want. One weekend of fucking you will erase the debt Wally owes our company.”
Ivy swallowed with difficulty, even while a little thrill shot through her at the picture his words conjured. Jake was an exceptional lover. “You expect me to sell myself!”
“You should be flattered that I think you’re worth twenty grand.”
She shook her head. “You’re crazy, Jake. I won’t do it.”
“Won’t you?”
Ivy swung around in anger, going for the door. Blood was pumping hotly through her veins. Part of her was excited, the other half angry that she couldn’t control that excitement. She reached for the doorknob with tears in her eyes, remembering too late that it was locked. She fumbled to open it.
“Damn you!” Jake pushed her against the door with his body, growling low against her ear. “I loved you!” His unexpected roughness and having his hard body against hers fueled her desire. “I’ve never stopped wanting you, Ivy. Even after I found you in bed with my brother.”
She pushed back against him but he was like a pillar of stone behind her. Tears slipped down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, having no choice but to submit to his strength. Everything assailed her at once. The solidness of his body, the enticing scent of his favorite aftershave—something mild and earthly—the pulsing hardness of his cock against her ass.
“Nothing happened between us, Jake.” Ivy trembled with growing arousal. Why didn’t he believe her? She pushed back against him but to no avail.
“The hell it didn’t. Rick knew too many things about you that he couldn’t have unless he’d known you intimately. He said you were the best fuck he’d ever had.”
“I think it’s funny that you’d take the word of your brother, who hates you, over the word of the woman you were supposed to love.”
Jake leaned heavily into Ivy, his breath hot against her ear. “Enough talk.” He ground the words out, and then clamped his teeth down between her neck and collarbone.
It was something he did when he lost control and wanted to claim her in the most basic way. And Ivy knew at that moment that there was no escape. She shuddered wildly in response as the memories of being loved and consumed by him flooded her.
He swung her around, crushing her against the unyielding door. His hands circled her wrists and he dragged her arms up over her head, pinning them against the smooth surface of the wood. “The weekend begins now, Ivy.”
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December 9, 2015
A Hero Grinch for Christmas
A Hero Grinch for Christmas
Dani stood under the spray of hot water chasing the chill from her bones. She was warm and safe and thinking about her gruff host, remembering the night Hunter came into Fay’s shop. He seemed like a lost soul, but she’d felt a strong pull toward him. Tall, blond, muscular, all the things that attracted a woman. But she’d seen something else in his eyes. A surge she couldn’t explain, and she’d felt herself drowning.
She’d taken a risk by touching him. Covering his hand in compassion. But she was glad she’d initiated the move. He hadn’t pulled away. At least not right away.
She knew his brusque demeanor must be because of his uncle’s death. And today? He didn’t seem too happy to find her on his doorstep. To be fair, she had been in an accident. Just a spin—a very scary spin—off the road. But she’d been in danger from the cold and snow.
He’d taken one good look at her and acted with real concern and caring.
Yes. There was more to the man than his gruff exterior.
Dani snapped out of her daydream and turned the knobs shutting off the water. All she had to do was come up with something to make him smile.
EXCERPT
Just like a picture on a Christmas card, the little town of Wyattsville was nestled between two snow-capped mountains. Population 763, a quaint village where his uncle settled after his third marriage failed.Hunter Armstrong stared out the window while snowflakes grazed the glass, glistening in the nighttime sky. In the distance, every inch of ground was covered with snow. He hadn’t been here in two years, but nothing had changed. The soft glow of lights coming from various windows and storefronts along Main Street reminded him of everything he used to love. Although he should find comfort and joy in the familiar surroundings, instead, he closed his eyes in anguish.
Wheels squeaked and the engine resounded to a soft hum as the train came to a grinding halt. He regarded the passengers around him and waited as they moved to the aisle, gathered their belongings, and one-by-one, headed for the rear door.
They’d reached the end of the line, Wyattsville, Colorado.
With a heavy sigh, he grabbed his gear and loped down the two steps of the train. Blinking lights lined the roof of the depot, with silver, red, and gold decorations, and pine branches tangling around the supporting poles. All that was missing was a group of carolers. Even with Christmas around the corner, he’d expected the town to be vacant. Empty. Judging by the number of people gathered, either a celebrity was on the train, or some sort of festivity loomed.
God, he hated this. Hated waking up every morning to bright and cheerful people, even worse now that the holidays had arrived. A cluster of people were vying for someone’s attention. Whoever stood in the center of the crowd must be important and well loved. The hugs and tears made Hunter’s own circumstances more real. No one was there to meet him.
He shook off his unease, and put one booted foot in front of the other, determined to forget the party. The circle of people opened as he walked by, revealing a man in uniform.
A hero’s welcome home.
Pain filled memories flashed through Hunter’s mind. Recollections of buddies he’d lost in combat.
He studied each person, wondering which were relatives—friends—maybe a lover. Hunter’s comrades had not been so lucky.
He hefted the duffel bag higher onto his shoulder and plowed forward, making his way through the crowd. As he stepped off the platform, he spotted several teams of horses hitched to sleighs. He guessed it was a special treat to celebrate the soldier’s return.
With one last glance, he turned the corner and headed toward the center of the village. His hide-away for the next . . . however long, he hadn’t decided yet. There wasn’t any place else he wanted to go. In the mountains he could lose himself; no one knew he was here and he preferred it that way. He sure as hell didn’t want to celebrate Christmas.
Once people discovered his whereabouts, there’d be questions. Especially from the lady he suspected had been his uncle’s sweetheart. Had Denny lived, maybe his fourth wife. He remembered the happy glint in his uncle’s eyes the last time they’d seen each other, which suggested maybe the couple shared more than a friendship. After three failed marriages, the man had sworn off women. But Hunter knew better.
For a moment, a smile tried to form on his face, but misery overrode the effort. He just couldn’t be happy; he’d failed his uncle.
His eyes grew misty. He should have come sooner. Of course, he hadn’t had much of a choice. If the military wanted a GI to have a life outside the Army, they would have issued one. He was a Ranger. Dedicated to his profession.
Well, no more. He’d burned that bridge. All he had was time now. A little late, but he’d made a vow, and he intended to fulfill it.
Bio:Samanthya lives with her husband in the Shenandoah Valley. She left her accounting career and married a military man traveling and making her home in the United States and abroad. Once she found historical romance novels, she couldn’t put a book down. She fell in love with the characters and needed to know their happy ending.
One day she put words to paper creating a story of her own. The more she wrote, the more she became involved with the characters, and they seemed to take a life of their own. She relishes the challenge of penning a story with strong characters, a bit of humor, and active scenes while creating new characters and bringing them together in a romantic tale. It took years of writing, joining RWA, joining chapters, entering contests, submissions & rejections which created the author she is today. By keeping her spirit and turning criticism into drive she has achieved her career as a published romance author.
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