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The FILTHY Series: Bonus Scene #1

Hey y'all!
As promised, at the bottom of this post is the first of 4 bonus scenes that are available in the complete FILTHY series. I will be posting the scenes over the course of the next several weeks. If you missed last week, I posted the epilogue--to read it first, click here.

Before I get to the bonus scene, I have a quick announcement (a good one, I promise!). I recently opened up my own Cafe Press store to sell some of my book related merchandise. I've kept it on the DL because I wasn't sure how everything was going to turn out, but I got my first shirt in the mail yesterday and I LOVE it so much! They come in all different types of shirts as well as a tote bag! To check out the store click here, or click the 'Merch' link above.






Okay, my announcement is officially over...and here is the first bonus scene. Enjoy! -- Remember, if you don't want to wait for all the bonus scenes to come out, you can purchase the complete series on Amazon (free for KU users).



The Very Beginning

Taylor.

It was just a stroll through the mall. I was just going to buy my girlfriend, Marissa, a new bottle of perfume for her birthday. Not that she needed it. Not that I really wanted her to be happy. That was the thing about women, especially the women I dated. They were all a good ten to fifteen years younger than me, and they were all bitches who complained about everything.

Marissa wanted to be wined and dined on her birthday. She wanted me to spend thousands of dollars on her. Fucking ridiculous. But I was going to do it. I knew I would—not because of some sense of chivalry, not because I loved her. Fuck no. That was the farthest from the truth. I was going to buy her some expensive perfume, take her somewhere fucking expensive for dinner, and then spend the night in some penthouse suite. I do these things because I can afford it.

Also, because I like getting my dick sucked, and Marissa, for all her bitchy faults, can suck a dick like a champ, though it was probably because with my dick in her mouth she couldn’t whine and complain. Either way she would be choking on my dick by the end of the night and taking my load in her face. Happy Birthday, Marissa.

The perfume she liked smelled horrible and cost way too much, but I whipped out my credit card and bought it anyway. The lady behind the department store counter fluttered her eyelashes at me. She was pretty, dark skin and short curly hair. She couldn’t have been older than Rhett’s age, barely over eighteen.

“Your wife is one lucky lady.” She pressed the bag into my hand.

“I don’t have a wife.” I imagined how my cock would feel buried deep inside her pussy, and he came to life in my slacks, kicking against the zipper.

She raised her eyebrows. “You don’t?”

In less than five minutes I had her in the back of the clothing department’s storage room, her black dress pushed up over her hips.

“No panties?”
I slid my zipper down freeing my hard cock.
“Not today,” she whimpered.
I jerked a condom out of my pocket and slid it over my hard length. And then

I fucked her—this department store clerk that sold me perfume for my bitchy girlfriend. I fucked her until little cunt spasmed around my cock and I was squirting cum into the condom.

I didn’t get her number. But I’d be back for more perfume, at least that’s what I promised her.

Some people thought that kind of thing only happened in movies, but to me, it happened all the time. I exuded something that women wanted. Especially the young ones. I was in my late thirties, but I had the experienced look about me. The look that said I could make a woman cum over and over. And it wasn’t a lie.

I could.
The walk back through the mall was more enjoyable than the one in. Maybe because I’d just cum hard in a tight pussy, maybe because I was already thinking about how Marissa would wrap her lips around my cock later.

I heard it first. The voice. The soft lilting noise. Part of me demanded I keep going. It was just a small part of my brain. I didn’t listen to it.

I turned and I saw her. She stood in front of the pet shop window. Her long dark hair was braided down her back. She pressed her fingertips against the glass. They were pink, the little nails. The lightest color of pink. It reminded me of the lipstick they put on my sister’s lips after she died. It was so pale, so translucent. Sickeningly pretty.

“I would take such good care of the kitty, mommy. I will use the pooper scooper and clean out it’s poop box. The kitty will love me so much. I will make sure it has food and water,” she chattered on with her nose pressed against the window. My heart pounded in my chest, it seemed to rattle my ribcage.

“No, Faye. I already told you it was out of the question.”

Faye. The name slithered through my head like a snake, wrapping around the sane parts of brain and strangling them until they no longer existed.

I noticed for the first time, that there was someone else with the young girl. My gaze focused on the woman with cheap bleach blonde hair as she wrapped her fingers tight around the girl’s arm. Something in me threatened to snap at the aggressive movement.

“But mommy,” the girl turned and saw her face for the first time. She had round brown eyes that were full of a thousand emotions, so many I couldn’t seem to grasp onto one, they all flew too quickly. “I’ll give it everything it ever wants. I’ll make it happy!”

Something inside me awoke. It was a feeling I’d never experienced before. It was something between desire and protectiveness. Something buried deep between the lines of need and want. All the women I had ever been with had only cared for themselves. They had only wanted me because of my money and my big dick. But the little girl with the clear brown eyes—she wanted to love and care for something that wasn’t herself and that called to me like nothing else had.

“No! And that’s final.”

Anger snaked through me. Who was this woman to deny that innocent, sweet little girl? Who did she think she was?

My feet carried me to them. The girl looked at me. Faye. Seconds before I had been prepared to yell at the trashy blonde mom. I had been prepared to rip her a new one. But when those round brown eyes met mine—Faye’s eyes—the angry words left my lips.

I needed her. This little girl. Suddenly, I needed her more than I had ever needed anything in my life. Those brown eyes seemed stare into my very soul. It was as if she could see all the things I had done. All the fucked up things from my past. She blasted down all my walls and saw straight through me. She wiped the slate clean with her innocence. Just from one look I was something new. Something different than I had been my whole life. The feeling reverberated down to the very core of my being.
I couldn’t yell at the mother. I couldn’t do that and get to know Faye. The little girl who would be mine. I could feel it in my bones. I could feel it in every cell of my being. Faye was meant to be mine. And she would be.

I smiled at the mother. The ugly woman who had yelled at her. I gritted my teeth in my mouth when she noticed me. Her words were lighter when she spoke now. I watched her size me up with her dusty eyes, just like every other woman. I listened to her prattle on for several minutes—this woman whom I’d never met.

“—and this is my daughter Fa—”

“Faye.” Her name felt good on my lips. And she looked up at me with wonder, with his eyes that baptized me in their goodness. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in that innocence. To immerse myself until there was nothing left of either of us.

I smiled at her. She would be mine—only mine. My baby.

My Faye baby.

The FILTHY Series Epilogue

Hi Everyone,

As promised, I am going to post the Epilogue and Bonus scenes on my blog over the next five weeks. Today is the Epilogue. 
For those of you who are interested, you can purchase The Complete Serial Novel on Amazon--for just $2.99 for a few more days!-- (FREE for KU users) and have all of the scenes right now. 
Amazon
Also, the paperback version is in the process of being formatted right now by the amazing Jade Eby. So it should be available to purchase here in the next couple of weeks. <3Also, don't forget to add the complete serial to Goodreads! 
Now, here is the Epilogue you've been waiting for! 
Epilogue
One year later.   Rhett.
I watched Faye as she ran her hand down the spine of one of her books. It was one that sat on her bookshelf, a floor to ceiling one. She stared down at the cover with a lost look in her eyes, as if she was somewhere far away and not here in her apartment with me, packing up all her things. “Are you okay?”She glanced over at me quickly, almost as if she forgot I was there. She nodded slowly. I set down the box I was about to take out to the moving truck. “Faye.” I touched her shoulder. She didn’t flinch, but she didn’t look up at me either. Her gaze was focused again on the book in her hands. “This was my very first government book,” she said quietly. “Texas government.” She turned the book over revealing a cowboy hat on the front—typical Texas. “It was my first semester of college. I took this class and four others. But this class was the first class I went to. It was on Monday and Wednesday mornings at eight.” “Dang, and eight am class, those are the worst.”She rubbed her hands over the cover. “That’s what my aunt said, but it wasn’t. It was wonderful. My teacher was a lady who was my age now. She was full of life and full of love for her class, even though most anticipated it as being boring. She made it…special.”“Special?” I reached out and ran my hand over the cover, wondering if it felt different than other books, as dumb as that sounded. “I was so lonely and heartbroken when I started this class.”My heart clenched in my chest, twisting.“I didn’t know who I was anymore.” She glanced up at me. “But I found my way on my own.” She didn’t look sad, but rather neutral. “This book just triggered those lost feelings.” She moved her hand over the cover again. “I remember the first day, sitting there with this book in front of me, scared to death. Isn’t that just ridiculous? Of all the things that had happened to me, of all the life experiences I had lived through, I was terrified of my first day of college.” She giggled but the sound was thick, her eyes became glassy.“Babe.” I pulled her to me. Her arms wrapped around my middle. “Don’t cry.” She didn’t say anything, but buried her face into my shoulder. My heart twisted more, painfully threatening to rip out of my chest. “You feel the same way today.” It was a statement, not a question. “You don’t have to move in with me. We don’t have to do this. You can take all the time you need.” I would wait forever and more. Faye was worth it. “No.” She pulled back, her eyes red and puffy. “It’s a good thing.” She wiped her eyes. “I realized back then that it’s okay to be afraid of the good changes in my life.” She smiled. “Moving in with you scares the shit out of me, but it’s what I want. You’re what I want.”My heart thudded in my chest. But the feeling was nothing new. Faye made my heart race every day. Every time she smiled in my direction. Every time she told me she loved me. Every fucking day.It had been a year. A year since I had lifted her body off the ground at that cemetery and carried her home. A year since she had been mine. I don’t know what changed, what happened in the space of the hours that we were apart that day, but something had. And Faye loved me—she really and truly loved me. Some days had been harder than others. Some days I could see the ache of the past in her eyes. But unlike the past, we didn’t run from it. Not anymore. We would sit and talk about the darkness that clouded her beautiful eyes and sometimes, only sometimes, she needed more than that. Sometimes she needed my hate. Sometimes she needed the pain of the past to make the future more bearable. I gave her that. It would always be this way. I would always give her what she needed. No matter the price, right down to my very soul—I’d give it all away. “I love you, Rhett.” My heart thundered in my ears as I looked down at my past, at my future, the most beautiful woman in the world—the woman who saved me. “I love you too.”



I watched them lower the black casket into the ground. I wasn’t going to come here. To this place. I rarely ever came. Only once in a blue moon if I was feeling especially bitter or sad. But I was here today. I told Rhett I wouldn’t come. I promised him I would stay home. Even after all these years he was afraid of how I would feel when this day came. He was scared I would fall apart. That I would collapse in on myself and fall into a place where he couldn’t find me. Though part of me knew it wasn’t because he was afraid I would collapse. He was more afraid that he would. He didn’t come because he couldn’t deal with the reality, the truth of what the casket sinking into the lush earth meant. Taylor was dead. I expected someone else to be here. Other people. Taylor had been someone of importance before he had gone to prison and his life had fallen apart. He’d had friends, extended family. But I was alone at the graveside service save for some cemetery employees and—“Who is this guy, momma?”I glanced down at Charlotte. My daughter. Our daughter. Rhett’s and mine. She was eight years old now. A little blonde-haired blue-eyed thing that had wrapped her way around my heart when Rhett and I adopted her at the age of one.I hadn’t wanted to be a parent, even after I married Rhett five years into our reunion. I had told him that children were out of the question. I was afraid far too afraid of the way a child of mine would turn out—even though they wouldn’t be my blood child, I was still afraid. Terrified. I had been certain I would fail them. I had failed my little boy. I’d looked at his bloody little body on a metal tray all those years ago. I didn’t want to fail another baby, another innocent life. But as the years passed something had changed inside me and when I woke up one morning in Rhett’s arms I realized something was missing in my life. More than a year of waiting to adopt, Charlotte came along and she became my little blessing. My little ray of sunshine.“He’s a man.” My answer to her question was pathetic. This place wasn’t right for her. She didn’t need to be here in the presence of the dead. Of the two people who had done such horrible things to me. But my decision to come here had been last minute, on my way home from picking Charlotte up from school. “A dead man?” Charlotte’s question drew my attention to her curly blonde head. “Yes.” I wanted to offer her more, an explanation. But I didn’t have one that would be easy to accept for an eight year old. I didn’t have a truth to give her that wasn’t colored with blood and misery. We’d gotten there late and the small service was over. The pastor had departed just as we walked up. The lowering machine made a squealing sound once the casket reached the bottom. It was an awful noise, so awful that Charlotte released my hand and grabbed her ears. I should’ve taken her away then. I should have led her back to the car, but I didn’t. Instead I stood there staring at the hole in the ground. The hole filled with Taylor. I hadn’t seen him since I’d visited him in prison nearly twenty years ago. He would’ve been in his seventies now. Just another elderly man who died in prison of a heart attack. That’s what the woman from the prison told Rhett on the phone. Taylor had gone to bed two nights ago and hadn’t woken up the next morning. A peaceful death, that’s what the lady from the prison had called it. Peaceful. Easy. I couldn’t help but taste bitterness in my mouth at the news. Had I wanted Taylor to suffer? Had I wanted him to drown in his own blood? Maybe. No. I didn’t know, to be honest. It just didn’t seem fair. I had known some wonderful people over the years who had lost their life too quickly to cancer or in an accident. People who lived out their lives in slow painful misery. Taylor hadn’t. He had been fine. Normal. He’d died in his sleep. For a moment, just one simple moment, I had the urge to jump in that hole that would be his home for the rest of his life and rip the lid open. I wanted to shake his dead body until he felt all the pain. Until he knew all the ways I’d suffered all these years. Even with Rhett’s love, with his patience, with his kindness, with all the ways Rhett was the most wonderful man, I was still fucked up from all the things Taylor had done to me. “Was he a bad man, mommy?” Charlotte’s words made me flinch, drawing me away from the crazy desire that burned through my veins. “Why?” I whispered.“You don’t seem happy or sad about him dying. You seem mad.”I blinked down at her, at my perceptive little girl. She picked up on the most subtle things. She was only eight, but I was certain she knew there was something wrong with me—that there was a darkness inside me. A darkness that even her daddy couldn’t reach sometimes. “He wasn’t a good person, Charlotte.” I crouched down next to her.“Why not?”I took a deep breath, sucking in the scent of freshly mowed grass. “Maybe I’ll tell you about him one day.” She glanced back at the hole where a Bobcat machine was shoveling dirt on top of Taylor’s casket. “You promise?”“I—”“Faye.” Rhett’s voice brought me back to my feet. Guilt shuddered through me. Guilt for not telling him I was coming here. I turned slowly as he came to stand next to me. Even though he was in his fifties now, he didn’t look it. Not by a long shot. Only a little bit of salt gray flecked along his temples. “Daddy!” Charlotte squealed, letting go of my hand to wrap her arms around Rhett. “Hi, baby. I didn’t expect to see y’all here.” He directed his words at me, his eyes full of questions.“I didn’t expect to see you here, either.”He nodded slowly. “I wasn’t going to come—”“Neither was I,” I interjected. A strained smile spread across his lips. I knew what that meant. I knew the reality of this. Taylor was his father—a shitty horrible father, but in the end he was still his dad. And sometimes death brought on ache people never thought they would have, even about the people they hated. I reached out and took his hand in mine. Our fingers slipped together easily, like puzzle pieces fitting together, finding home. A sense of ease slipped over me. Rhett had a way of calming me with just the brush of his fingertips. “He’s really gone,” Rhett said quietly.I nodded slowly, my gaze focused on the nearly full grave. “I always imagined how I would feel when this happened.”I glanced at him. “Did you?”“Yes.”“Is it like you thought it would be?”“No.” He shook his head. “I expected to feel nothing. But that’s not what I feel.”“Do you feel sad, daddy?” Charlotte fiddled with the ends of her hair with her free hand. A small smile spread across his lips. “A little.”“Mommy said she would tell me about the man one day.” Rhett glanced over at me, surprise on his face. I shrugged. “Maybe when she’s old enough.” In a backward way I knew that without Taylor I wouldn’t have adopted Charlotte. “Maybe,” he said reluctantly.“We’ll go and let you have your time.” I knew it was what he needed, to say goodbye to the man who had shaped his life as much as he had shaped mine. Charlotte slipped her hand in mine after saying goodbye to her dad. We walked back to the car, but before I climbed in, I looked back at Rhett. He stood just before Taylor’s and my mother’s graves. The hole was completely filled in now. Rhett’s hands were clasped behind his back and even from the distance I could see the movement, the swipe of his thumb over the other. His nervous twitch. I remembered being not too far from there in this same cemetery decades ago with Rhett. With the swipe of his thumb over the other on the day my mother was buried just next his father. I thought about how far we’d come since that day so long ago. About all the hardships, the fights, the love.“Mommy, are you ready?” A smile spread across my lips. “Yes, baby.” And as I drove home, to our home, Rhett’s and mine. I looked at his image fading in my rearview mirror and listened to Charlotte chatter about her day, and I was thankful. Thankful for all the endings that led to new beginnings.

FILTHY 6: Chapter One

Hey y'all!
I've had a lot of questions about when FILTHY 6 is releasing, ranging from 'Where is it?' to 'You better finish it now or I will gut you'. (LOL). So here's an update and a special surprise.

1. The update:
FILTHY 6 is not finished. (You're thinking WHAT THE FUCK, MEGAN!) And I know, I know. It should have been finished a long time ago, but it just didn't happen. There were a lot of reasons for this, but I won't bore you with them. The point is, the book will be finished, and SOON. I mean this. Part of the reason it's taken me so long, is that it is so hard to write the end of Faye and Rhett's story. They are such powerful characters who mean so much to me. Things get muddled and complicated in my head (i.e. me debating on whether or not I should just kill everyone off, BAHAHA JK). 
The book is longer than the other books. I didn't plan for it to be, but yeah, that's just how it happened. I'll have a definite date for you soon. 

Also--before I get to the surprise--I recently started a Facebook book for my readers to chat and discuss my books. People in the group get info from me first (before anyone else!) and get the chance to take part in all kinds of special giveaways. YOU should totally come join us! We have fun and I DO bite, which is why we have so much fun. Check it out here. And we have this amazing cover photo, so how could you not want to join?


2. The special surprise: Chapter One of FILTHY 6
Thank you all for being so patient and understanding. Here is the first chapter of FILTHY 6. I can't wait to share the entire book with all of you soon! <3


One.Faye.I lied in the letter—the one I left for Rhett and Sarah. The one I wrote with shaking fingers and bleary eyes. I told them I wouldn’t come back here. That I was better than this place, than my past.             But I wasn’t.             I blinked scratchy eyes, looking out at the truck stop as the bus pulled away from the curb. It hadn’t been long since I’d been here—not really. A year and a half, but it seemed eons ago. Another life ago. The last time I’d been here Rhett had dragged me away. Will he do that again?            No.            I shut the thought down as the hope sprung up inside me. I squashed it like an unsuspecting bug. He wouldn’t come for me. He made himself more than clear. I gave him my heart and he ripped it apart. I hadn’t thought it was possible for anyone to hurt me more than Taylor had. I had thought that the things Taylor had done to me were the ultimate tragedy, the most pain I would suffer in my whole life. I had been certain of it. But the scratches his knife had made on my skin, the torture. None of it compared to the shredded, bleeding heart in my chest. Rhett had done that. Rhett had broken me. After all this time. All the years I held on, it was only to give him all the power, the ability to rip me apart.            My feet crunched on the dead grass as I moved away from the truck stop and toward the field next to it. The place I had called my home for three years. Each step was one I had made many times, but it felt strangely like I was walking a new path, moving along in a new direction. Not an old one. Not one that I had beat to death over and over. And before I knew it I was there, in the little clearing where Shauna and I had lived. The tent, our little home, was gone. Where is she?             I hadn’t thought about her much, not in a long time. She had been like zombie in my life. I had never been sober in her presence. I couldn’t recall much about her. I remembered snuggling up to her when it was cold in winter. I remembered those late nights where I’d been so fucking high and she’d gone down on me, sucking on my cunt until my legs shook. She was older than me, closer to Rhett’s age. She’d been different than anyone I’d ever known. Maybe because she was more like me than anyone else. We would fend for ourselves, but it was nice to have someone else who understood the troubles that fucking for money gave a person.            I stared at the spot where the tent used to be. I knew it had been right here, in this spot, but the grass wasn’t even pressed down from the weight of the tent. She must have been gone for a while. This disappointed me. I don’t know why. I shook my head. That was I lie. I did know why. I wanted to come here. To look at Shauna. To look at my past and feel better about myself. I wanted to remind myself that it could be shittier. That I could be back here, fucking for money. I didn’t come back to this place to bend over for more faceless men, to fall back into the drugs. Even the burn that assaulted my skin occasionally wasn’t enough to make me want all of this back. I rubbed my hands together and laid down on the ground. The dirt was hard, harder than I remembered. The cold, dead grass poked through my jacket stabbing into my skin. But I didn’t mind it. I welcomed it. It was a nice distraction from the ache in my chest. The ache that Rhett gave me. He was there in the forefront of my mind again. The image of him just before he left. The words on his lips. “I fucked her.”I closed my eyes as they reverberated through my head. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand the thought of him being inside her. Of him fucking her when I had just given him everything. I was so easy to erase, to cover up. I was just someone he fucked. I was to him what I was to every other man I’d ever been with. Just a warm cunt to bury their dick in for a few minutes before they moved on. He had become everything I hadn’t wanted. He became just like them. One of those faceless, careless men. But then there lied the problem. He wasn’t faceless. He wasn’t just any fucking John who paid me for sex. He was Rhett. My Rhett. He was supposed to be different. He was supposed to be my different. But he wasn’t. And he never would be. I tried not to think about what he was doing right at that moment. But my mind skittered in a hundred different directions. Him with Sarah on a bed, in a shower. His thick perfect cock making her feel all the things I had felt that night. His hands all over her. Him whispering I love you in her ear.The tears that leaked out of the corners of my eyes were hot for a few seconds before the cool air chilled them. They lingered there on the corners of my eyelids before slipping free and trailing into my ear. I shivered.I stared up at the sky. The Truck Stop was out of the city so the stars were visible here. Tiny little glowing orbs in the sky. Looking up at them only made the tears come faster. It was silly to cry. To be here. To be sad about all the things I would never have. I had given up on the chances of a good life a long time ago. I had accepted that my life was fucked, that I was fucked. It had been easy to accept back then. Back when I first made this place my home. But now. Now I knew what a good life was really like. I knew what it was like to be in love with someone. With a passionate man who made my heart beat fast with just a smile. I knew what it was like to have friends, to be loved in ways that didn’t involve a dick being jammed down my throat or a knife flaying away at my skin. I knew too much. Too many truths about the good things. I left him and those things behind. Now I was here. Staring at the clear sky alone. I would have said it was the story of my life. But it wasn’t. Tonight was the first time I looked up at the sky in this way. With the bitter taste of happiness draining down my throat. With the joy of all the things I could have had rushing down my cheeks. I didn’t want to think about him. But he wouldn’t go away. I couldn’t push him out of my mind. He was there, and I was back on my birthday, the day he’d given me my car. We were sitting in the car and the way he had looked at me that day. The way his lips curved in the corners when he smiled at me. It was as if my happiness had been his happiness too. As if he would have given anything to see me smile. Then there were the other moments. The ones where he stood in my doorway and listened to me speak about the nightmares, the images that plagued me day after day. He always listened. He didn’t shy away from my reality. The reality of what his father had done to me. As if he couldn’t live or breathe without hearing me speak the stories, say the words. It was as if he needed to live them too, over and over, so he could save me.What a fucking joke. I blinked hard, my ears tingling from my pooling tears. I turned my head to the side and imagined he was there next to me. There on the cold ground, with the stiff grass pressing through his jacket like it did with mine. The little stalks would scrape against his flesh, but he wouldn’t shiver. His green eyes would be staring back at me. I almost laughed at myself, I would have if I hadn’t been crying already. It was like those movies where the two actors looked at the empty space beside them and thought about the other. But that was movies. Rhett wasn’t thinking about me. I reached out to touch him, to grab him, to pull the image back before he disappeared, but there was nothing there. Just empty darkness. I stayed there all night. In that field I had called home for years, my back on the hard ground staring up at the sky thinking about Rhett.
Eventually I fell into a fitful sleep and when I woke the next morning I was still alone.

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I've been working hard on FILTHY 6--and things are really coming together. I'll have more info on a specific release date soon!
NOW to get to the exciting part:After the release of FILTHY 6 I am going to release the entire serial as a compiled ebook as well as paperback.  Najla Qamber  made all SIX of the FILTHY covers. I LOVE them all--but I'm giving you ladies the chance to choose your favorite! I'm taking a vote, choose which FILTHY cover you think should be the cover for the completed serial! --The final cover will be changed only to reflect that it is the completed serial.
One voter will be chosen to win a SIGNED paperback of the completed serial once it is published (which will probably take place within one month of the release of FILTHY 6).  

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FILTHY 6 Cover & Blurb Reveal

I can't believe I'm really revealing the final cover of FILTHY 6. It seems surreal to me, honestly. I never thought anyone would love Faye and Rhett as much as I do...and so many of you do. Thank you so much for all of your love and support! 

Now, without further ado, here is the cover for FILTHY 6 created by the amazing Najla at Najla Qamber Designs. 



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The sixth and final installment in the Filthy serial novel.

Faye’s life had finally come together, things were finally falling into place—until he ruined it. Rhett shattered her heart and destroyed everything.
Faye did what she does best—she ran.
But this time things are different. She’s different. He’s different.
And maybe it’s too late.

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Rapture Trilogy Sale & Paperback Giveaway!

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Happy (Early) Valentines Day!
(I am LOLing at how lame this Valentine's card is bahaha) To celebrate this sexy romantic occasion I've put ALL THREE books in the Rapture Trilogy on sale for only $.99! Book 1 may still be free, so you may get all three books for only two bucks! What a fuckin' deal man!

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SKIN DEEP Cover Reveal

Some of you may have seen my previous post about the re-release of SKIN DEEP, a standalone paranormal romance that was previously released last year with a publisher. The publisher recently closed and I received my rights back. So I'm re-releasing the book this coming Monday, January 16th. 
Paranormal Romance was my absolute first love when it came to reading romance novels. And I hope you will all take a chance and check out SKIN DEEP.

Without further ado, here is the cover, created by the wonderful Najla Qamber Designs. She never disappoints. 




Title: SKIN DEEPSeries: Book One in the Eternal Forces Series -- But can be read as a standalone novel.Genre: Paranormal RomanceBlurb: 
Kiera is overweight. And she hates it.
But one night changes everything.

Her friends present an opportunity that seems impossible to believe. With a single spell, she can have the thin physique she’s always wanted.

But all magic comes with a price: no sex or she’ll revert back to her old body. Kiera accepts the cost. It’s not like she has men lined up at her door. Obeying this one tiny rule isn’t difficult at all—until she meets Cain, a sexy stranger harboring his own supernatural secrets.

When a slew of unexplained murders force Kiera and Cain together, they have to face the horrors of their pasts. Will Kiera realize she is worth more than her outward appearance? Or will she make the wrong choice and lose everything—including her life?
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FILTHY 5 is FINISHED!

Hey everyone! 
I have been wanting to write this blog post for over a month. I have finally FINISHED writing FILTHY 5! I am so happy about this. To be completely honest, I've had a really hard time writing this one. Faye and Rhett's story is very special to me and I guess I was just afraid. Faye needed to begin to heal, truly heal in this installment and I was afraid for her and myself, that we just couldn't do it, lol. But we did, thank goodness.
Right now the book is with my amazing critique partner Jade Eby. Once she reads it, it will be edited and then available to purchase. 
Here's a quick Q&A about the book:

1. How long is this installment?
    -126 pages (over twice the length of the previous installments)

2. What is the official release day?
     -I'm aiming for Monday January 26th!

3. Are you still sending out ARCS?
    -Yes, the first 100 people who signed up for an advanced copy will still get one. 

4. Can I see a teaser?
    -Heck yeah! Jade told me that this one was a little too much to post on Facebook and after thinking a lot about it, I agreed with her, LOL. But, I do like to break the rules and get crazy, so I decided to go ahead and post it here. <3


I want to give special thanks to all of my wonderful readers who checked up on me over the last month. I apologize if I didn't respond. I have been a little overwhelmed. I had my tonsils out in mid-December and that really set me back. I also moved in with my elderly grandmother right after the New Year. She didn't feel comfortable living alone anymore, so that also set my writing back. Thank you all for being so understanding and patient. I heart each and every one of you. <3

Book News

Hey everyone!

I thought I would drop a blog post and give you all a writing update. 
Some of you may have noticed that my novel SKIN DEEP(the first installment in my paranormal romance series) is no longer available for purchase on any sales channels. Unfortunately Dragonfairy Press, SKIN DEEP's publisher, closed down a month or two ago. I was very sad to see them go, they were fabulous to work with! 
I have decided to re-release SKIN DEEP as a self-published title. I am currently working with the fabulous Najla Qamber on a new cover for the book. The preliminary design is amazing and I can't wait to share it with all of you. (The cover on the right is the previous cover). I plan on re-releasing the book by the end of January. 
Be looking for the cover reveal very soon. 


FILTHY 5 news: I know this is what you all have been waiting for--I am working on the book, and I apologize that is still is not out. I'm sure many of you want to smack me around for not having it out yet. BUT I got behind last month and this installment has proved to be even longer than the last one. I expect it to be over 100 pages by the time I finish, which is over twice the length of most of the other installments. Thank you all for being patient with on this. I cannot wait to share this installment with you. 

If you have any questions please feel free to email me or leave a comment.
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FILTHY 5 ARC Sign Up

Hey y'all! 
Here is the ARC sign up for FILTHY 5! Whoop whoop, I can't wait to share this installment with all of you!
A few things you should know before you sign up:
-I'm not 100% certain what day these will be sent out. I am currently in the middle of college finals week so things have been a little hectic for me. My last class is tomorrow, so I will have my attention fully back on the book after that, so I plan to finish it next week. 
-ALSO I'm only going to be giving out ARCs to the first 100 people who sign up. I am truly blessed with everyone's interest in my FILTHY serial novel and I would love to give everyone a free copy, but I would starve if I did. So first come first serve! 
-All of you are AWESOME and I LURVE y'all so hard!

Now get your ass to signing up! 


(Note how cute and festive the form is! Google drive is really rocking my life right now!)


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