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November 4, 2014
An Update….And Teaser Tuesday!!
Hello ALL!
I know you’ve noticed my blog posts have been slow and if you’re hanging out with me on Facebook and Twitter, those too have been a little lifeless, so I wanted to give you an update….
When I started writing One Week, I’d also started writing a book called Without Regret. Without Regret is an amazing (i think) story, it is happy, heartwarming, loving and gut wrenching to write. Because of the subject matter my main characters are facing, allowing myself time to really write this story has been hard, rewrites have taken place left and right and I need this book to be perfect. So with that in mind, I have put Without Regret on the back burner, for now.
But….
That doesn’t mean there isn’t another book or three coming very soon.
My absence from social media has been due to my submersion into my writing cave. For the last three weeks, I have been engulfed in a little Trilogy I’m naming – 69 Bottles. Currently as a whole the books stands at over 245,000 words and as I go back to edit, I am adding more words everyday! So to help get you excited for what I’m working on – it is Teaser Tuesday after all… Here is a sneak peak at the Content Warning for the 69 Bottles Trilogy….
****Content Warning****
Sexy, naked, bisexual Rock Stars…need I say more? Well I will….
This book contains, but is not limited to the following sexual content – reader discretion is advised – hot sex between two men and one woman. M/M/F, M/F/M, M/F, F/M and M/M sexual content. There are no boundaries when these three crash together, as long as you’re over 18 years of age.
I hope that was enough to wet your appetite!
Once again, Thank YOU for being a friend, a fan, and for constantly showing me your love and support. I couldn’t do this without ALL of you!!
XXOO! Zoey
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October 16, 2014
No Regrets by Gary Allan
This is the inspiration behind the upcoming release Without Regret – Sorry, but there is no official video from Gary Allan for this song. But now you can follow along with the lyrics.
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August 12, 2014
NEWSLETTER SIGNUP!!
Hi Lovers!!
I am happy to announce that I’ve finally managed to get my NewsLetter Set UP! *does happy dance*
With that being said – I invite all of you to sign up and join in the fun. This signup is different than subscribing to my website which notifies you of new posts.
It is my goal to only send out 1 Newsletter a month to my lovely friends and fans, however, if something important comes up – It will be announced in the newsletter FIRST!
The Newsletter will contain EXCLUSIVE Content from current and upcoming releases, a Monthly Newsletter Subscriber ONLY Contest, and SOOO much more!!
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August 11, 2014
Mercy Killing by Kathryn Johnson
By Kathryn Johnson
Artist and Washington, D.C. socialite Mercy
O’Brien Davis married for love and gave up a promising job as a Smithsonian curator to support her husband’s diplomatic career. But while accompanying him to Mexico City, she learns her famous photo-journalist mother has
disappeared without a trace in Ukraine.
Desperate to find her, Mercy runs afoul of the U. S. State Department and stumbles into a maze of lies, crime, and international intrigue. When she appeals to her husband for help in locating her mother, he is strangely reluctant. With her marriage already on shaky ground in the aftermath of her husband’s infidelity, and the U.S. government ignoring her entreaties on her mother’s behalf, Mercy accepts help from a mysterious American agent who enlists her to spy on sexy cattle baron Sebastian Hidalgo, suspected of heading a Mexican crime cartel. Hidalgo is determined to keep her from discovering his darkest secrets, even as he lusts for her.
Manipulated by the men in her life, and their hidden agendas, Mercy wonders if there’s anyone she can trust, and what price she will have to pay for her mother’s safe return.
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Mercy Killing–Excerpt #1
A yellow torch beam flashed across the front of the house. Mercy huddled in the shadow cast by the platform beneath her. The guard muttered that it was probably nothing more than a bat flying into the side of the house. The men returned to their posts.
Mercy squeezed her eyes shut in relief. She breathed, letting her runaway pulse slow.
The next jump she got almost right. Banging her ribs again but stifling her cry of pain. However, her final leap was worthy of Olympic gold.
All right! But before she tried the door she checked for alarm wires, triggers, or infra-red beams. Seeing none, she carefully turned the knob. The door eased open. No lock. No screaming alarms. Nothing. She was in.
While passing Sebastian’s office before he’d left that day, she’d glanced through the open doorway and quickly memorized the placement of furniture. She was confident she could negotiate the room without bumping into things in the dark.
Standing with her back to the now-closed balcony door, Mercy let her gaze drift across the black space before her. She could see nothing other than vague shapes but recalled the layout of the room and its contents. Vertical files along the left wall. Three oil paintings hanging over them in a row. A huge ebony desk had occupied the center of the room, facing the door. Lamps, two visitors’ chairs, a tall 18th-century armoire she’d need to investigate as a possible hiding place for files and correspondence. Wet bar along the right wall. Nearest to the door would be the couch and coffee table.
She took a cautious step toward the center of the room.
One of the shapes moved.
Startled, Mercy froze and sucked in air. Was it an illusion? Her heartbeat—bang, bang, bang in her ears—like gunshots. Her mouth, sand dry.
She waited, talking to herself: You’re the only one here. Stop imagining things.
She felt like a rabbit caught away from its warren, instinct messaging its bunny brain—Don’t move and the fox won’t see you!
The sharp scratch of a match strike broke the silence. A whiff of sulphur, followed by a wavering yellow flame. Mercy stared at it, mesmerized, breath held.
The flame moved downward, its faint glow revealing a pillar candle set on one corner of the desk. One. . .two. . .three wicks were lit, revealing the room in a dim amber glow.
“You waited much longer than I’d expected.” His voice.
Mercy Killing–Excerpt #2
Reaching out she laced her fingers through his and brought his hand into her lap. Mercy smiled. “The ultimate bad boy, huh?”
The simple intimacy of their holding hands set his pulse thrumming. A deep longing and intense need to draw her into his arms, to touch her, everywhere, filled him. He reminded himself that she was married. And that all of the things he was feeling for her were wrong and could go no further.
“Will your husband be worried about you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” She avoided his eyes.
“Do you love him?”
She seemed unsettled by the question. “I did at one time. I’m not so sure now.” She swallowed and blinked up at the brightening sky of morning. Her lower lip trembled. “I don’t think so. Not anymore.”
His heart soared.
“Did you love Maria’s mother?” she whispered.
“Si. Very much.”
“But you have had other lovers. Many, if I’m to believe the gossip. Or is that also part of your charade?” She slanted him an unexpectedly coy look from beneath long, lowered eyelashes, and he went steamy inside.
Sebastian shook his head. “Never while we were together. After my wife died—it took a while. Quite a long while, actually. Then, one day, I started noticing women again. No one has held my interest for very long. I saw no reason to take a lover seriously.”
Mercy nodded and bit down on her bottom lip, making it look as if she were pouting although he was sure she was just thinking very hard.
He suddenly was convinced he’d never take another breath if she stood up and walked away from him. He wanted her. Now! Here! Under the stars and with a desperation he could taste.
BIO:
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Kathryn Johnson (aka Mary
Hart Perry), author of over 40 published novels, teaches in Washington, DC for the renowned The Writer’s Center, and is a popular speaker at many conferences and venues including The Smithsonian Associates programs and the Library of Congress. CEO of Write by You, a writer’s mentoring service, she’s an Agatha Christy Award nominee, winner of the Heart of Excellence and Bookseller’s Best Awards. Recent novels include Victorian thrillers featuring Queen Victoria’s daughters. Kathryn’s new contemporary Romantic-Suspense series, AFFAIRS OF STATE, launches the first two titles in 2014. She is Vice-President of the Mystery Writers of America, Mid-Atlantic chapter, a member of the Author’s Guild, Romance Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, Novelists Inc, and the Historical Novel Society.
Author Links:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kathryn.k.johnson.3?fref=ts
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5806717.Kathryn_Johnson
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22436816-mercy-killing?from_search=true
Website: http://www.writebyyou.com
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July 27, 2014
One Week is Finally HERE!! & Important Announcements
After much anticipation, One Week has finally arrived in Stores!!
You can find it across all of Amazon’s Sites: US UK CA AU
And
Coming Soon to iTunes & Kobo!
Special Announcements!!
The Reason Series Bundle with Give Me Reason & Give Me Hope will be pulled from store shelves. Currently the price is $0.99 which is the same as Downloading Book 1 (Give Me Reason) for Free and Purchasing Book 2 (Give Me Hope) For $0.99. This does not effect any of you who’ve purchased this version. It will remain on your Kindles and other devices even though it will be unavailable for purchase. Expected pull date: 7/31/2014
*****
Finding Love’s Wings will be returning to it’s full price of $3.99 on July 31st, 2014, so grab it up at $0.99 if you haven’t already.
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The Love’s Wings Series Box Set is coming soon (8/1/2014) This will feature Finding Love’s Wings and Chasing Love’s Wings in one complete set. It will also Include a special sneak peak at One Week and an Upcoming Release called Without Regret. So stay tuned for more details on it’s release.
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Finding Love’s Wings will be included in the Upcoming WTRAFSOG Gemstone Box Set #4 (To Be Released 8/4/2014) and I am very excited to be included in this box set with several other AWESOME Authors!
If you haven’t already checked out these AWESOME Collections – You can find them all here!
Gemstone #1 Here - 8 Awesome Books for ONLY $0.99
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and
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Snatch Em Up! They will only be $0.99 for a LIMITED Time! Over $60.00 in Books for ONLY $3.00!! What are you waiting for?!?!
*****
That’s ALL For Now!
XXOO!
Zoey
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July 24, 2014
One Week – Chapter One, Are you Ready for Vegas?
Hello Lovelies!!
Here is an exclusive sneak peek at One Week – Coming Tuesday July 29th, 2014!!
Title: One Week
Length: 389 Word Pages
Genre: BBW – BDSM – EROTICA
Blurb:
ONE WEEK is all it will take…
A week in Las Vegas and she will feel better about herself. At least that is what Dacotah Miller is hoping will be the case.
Left at the alter, heart broken and ashamed, Dacotah takes the opportunity offered by her girlfriends – the chance to get away. The opportunity to escape her mundane life in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin.
But what Dacotah doesn’t know is that lurking in Las Vegas is the chance of a lifetime, a dream come true, in the form of Derek Hunter.
Derek, in town on business, can’t seem to focus on his purpose once Dacotah walks into his field of vision. She beautiful and just what he needs to cure his desire for a good woman in his bed. Only she presents a challenge to him unlike anything he’s ever experienced before.
Dacotah will be wrapped up in a whirlwind of unexpected events that will force her to make a decision, life changing choice. Does she get on the plane back to boring Wisconsin and wonder what might have been? Or will she step on board a private jet that promises to take her on a journey she will never forget?
1
You’re Going…
“Cotah, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” Rachel places her hands on my shoulders, like she is ready to shake some common sense into me.
“Rach, seriously? I can’t.”
“Why not? You have nothing holding you here. Nothing,” she says with emphasis. “He’s an idiot. He gave up a good, sure thing for some ho from the wrong side of the tracks. You need to get over it, and Vegas is a great place to do just that.” Rachel knows what to say to crawl under my skin.
Jason and I broke up only a couple weeks ago. When I caught him in the bathroom, during our rehearsal dinner, with that bitch Jessica. I will never forget that night, and right now I feel as though I will never get over it.
Jason and I had been together since our junior year in high school. Twelve years together, and he wasted it sticking his dick in some chick two nights before our wedding.
“I am over it,” I blurt out, but Rachel’s face scrunches up at me and I know she can tell I’m lying.
“Don’t give me that bullshit. When was the last time you even left the house?”
“Uh, this morning. I’m here aren’t I?”
“Jesus, Cotah, your house is right next door. Nice try.”
“I go to work, don’t I?”
“Oh hell, so what? We all do that.” She finally lets go of my arms and goes into the kitchen. She grabs a beer from the fridge, pops the top and slides it across the counter to me. She returns to the fridge to grab one for herself. I look at my watch; it’s ten thirty in the morning. “Seriously. We’re going. You, me and Mandy; no ifs, ands or buts about it.” She takes a drink of her beer. “We leave tomorrow morning.”
“What?” I freeze as the beer spews from my mouth. “Rach, I can’t, I have to work tomorrow.”
“Fuck that place, tell them you quit.”
“Oh yeah, then what the hell am I going to do when we get back?” Rachel just shrugs and gives me a look that says who-gives-a-flying-fuck.
“Worry about it when we get back. Hell Cotah, you have no bills, you live in your grandmother’s house which she left you free and clear. I know damn well you have money in the bank, otherwise you’d be working more than twenty-five hours a week at some lame pizza joint in the middle of Podunk fucking nowhere.”
She’s right, of course. My grandmother left me a small fortune when she died a little over a year ago. I have no family left anymore, and it is just me, myself and I. Lest we forget Mandy and Rachel; two of the only people in this world that mean anything to me.
“Dacotah, you’ve never done anything for yourself. You’ve always done everything for everyone else. It’s time to give up on doing things for everyone, and take action for yourself. Now, let’s go do this and have a great time.”
She has a point. Up until my grandmother died, I’d spent the previous two years taking care of her and working when I could. Maybe it is my fault that Jason cheated on me; I was never around, we hardly ever went out and did anything. He was always so supportive, but in hindsight, I understand why.
By supporting me, he was able to hide the fact that he was cheating on me. After what happened, I’m certain Jessica wasn’t the first woman he’s cheated with.
“You’re twenty-eight years old, you’re single, and you have nothing to lose but the chance to have a great time.”
“Rachel, I…”
“Stop thinking about it. Go home, pack up some clothes, and get ready to go. Mandy and I will be at your house tomorrow morning at seven; we’ll drive into Minneapolis and hop a plane to Vegas. It’ll be Friday and we will get there in plenty of time to start partying it up on the strip.”
“Who’s paying for all this?”
She gives me a half smile. “I paid for your airfare. We’ll have to split the cost of the room, and each pay for our own expenses.”
“What happens if I don’t go?”
“Then I’m out three hundred bucks on your non-refundable ticket.”
There it is, the guilt trip that Rachel is notorious for. “I’ll pay for my ticket.”
“I’d rather you just come with us.” She takes a big long chug of her beer then crushes the can in her hand and throws it away. I roll my eyes.
Rachel is a beautiful girl, but redneck is the best word to describe her. She has long chocolate brown hair, brown eyes, and an amazing body. Years of throwing bales of hay around the barn have done her proud. She’s skinny as a rail, looks great in anything she wears and has no problems getting laid. She is about five-seven and her waist looks tiny when she stands next to me.
I’m about five-eight, with long dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and hips that seem to go on for days and complete the hour glass figure that I have. I’m not entirely overweight, but I love my curves. I wasn’t always like this, I used to be Rachel skinny, but over the years, my hips have gotten a little wider, my butt a little rounder and my boobs, well, let’s just say that they are more than a good handful.
“Well?” Rachel interrupts my thoughts.
“Well, what?” I snap, unintentionally. Thinking about my weight and my own insecurities always makes me edgy. But Rachel doesn’t flinch at my tone.
“You’re still standing here.”
“Did you want me to leave?” I ask her, deadpan.
“Only if you’re going to go pack. Otherwise, you can stand here until I convince you to go.”
Ugh! I finally realize what’s the harm in going? I can call Pete and tell him that I need to take a few days off. In fact, I would’ve been doing just that anyway if I hadn’t walked out on Jason. It’s only a week. She can get it out of her system, and leave me alone about getting on with my life.
I put my beer down on the counter. I’ve taken maybe three sips of it. Beer is not my favorite, especially this early in the morning.
I turn on my heels and walk out the front door. Behind me Rachel squeals with delight and I can hear her jumping up and down as the screen door slams shut.I’ve been trying for more than three hours to find clothes to take to Vegas, but I have nothing. Everything I own either looks frumpy or smells like a pizza joint, or they’re old, faded, and in less desirable condition. I do have two decent pairs of jeans and a couple of tops, but that’s it. I wonder if Rachel and Mandy wouldn’t mind a shopping trip in Vegas. In fact, I know Mandy would be delighted. She’s a shopaholic and I have no doubt that shopping is already on the agenda.
Around two, I call Pete, my boss. “Hey Pete, it’s Dacotah.”
“What’s up?” Pete’s a really nice guy; he’s owned that restaurant since just out of high school when his dad retired.
“I need to take the next week off.”
“Uh, Dacotah, you’re not on the schedule for next week.”
“What?” I can’t hide the shock, Rachel.
“You were, um…” he hesitates long enough for me to realize what he is implying without saying it and it all makes sense now. I was supposed to be on my honeymoon this week.
“You don’t need me to come in, do you?” I ask in vain as I know the answer to the question.
“Nope, we’re all set here,” he says back, avoiding the obvious.
“I get it, okay, thanks Pete.”
“No problem.” He hangs up.
“Well, I guess I won’t be losing my job by running away to Vegas.” There is a disappointed feeling that comes with the call and knowing that my last excuse has run out. I realize that I’d been hoping that Pete would need me this week so I could stay. What’s the point in staying?
I pack up the few things that I have to take with me, get my bathroom stuff together, at least the stuff I won’t need in the morning before we leave, and I’m about to head downstairs, with my suitcase in tow, when the doorbell rings. I pause. Rachel or Mandy would just walk right in; they both have keys, not that I lock the door often.
The suitcase clatters loudly behind me as it slides down each step. I’m thankful that I have a decent small, modern suitcase. Something I’d bought in preparation for going to Florida for our supposed honeymoon. When I reach the bottom of the steps, I pull the suitcase near the door and look through the window to see who is ringing my doorbell for the third time.
“Shit,” I reach for the knob and swing the door wide open, nearly knocking my suitcase over. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
I hope you enjoyed the preview of ONE WEEK!
Zoey
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July 14, 2014
Embracing My Submission by Jenna Jacob – SALE ALERT!!
“Embracing My Submission”
~~~SALE~~~
Haunted for years by dreams of a savage, amber eyed Dominant with lips so enticing my soul ached in frustration and lust. None of the Dominants at Genesis, my local BDSM club ever stirred me in such blistering ways. While I tried to fill my submissive desires vicariously through interactions at the club, I attempted to convince myself it was enough. But it wasnít. My dream Dom made certain I hungered for more.
Forced beyond what I could bear, my passion and frustration exploded. I threw in the towel, determined to stop chasing a dream and gave up completely on finding submissive surrender. But fate intervened when two gunshots split the night. Forced to confront my desires and insecurities, I was shocked to realize that my dreams may have held a deeper meaning. Were they compelling me to finally embrace my submission?
~~~BUYLINK~~~
***Book 1***
on Sale for $.99
LIMITED TIME ONLY
Embracing My Submission
*~*AMAZON*~* *~*BARNES AND NOBLE*~*
*~*SMASHWORDS*~* *~*KOBO*~*
BIO:
Jenna Jacob is married and lives in Kansas. A lover of music, cooking, camping, and riding Harleys on the open country roads. When she was thirteen she began writing–and not on a stone tablet, as her youngest son often teases. There is always a plot bubbling inside her head that has to be written.
With four grown children, she finally has time to paint the pictures of her twisted mind with words. Outgoing with a sassy sense of humor, she’s never once been accused of being shy. With nearly twenty years of experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, she strives to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice.
Author Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Jenna-Jacob/e/B00CEKYRLW/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1405300046&sr=8-1
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jenna.jacob.author?fref=ts
Twitter: @JennaJacob3
WebSite: http://www.jennajacob.com/
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June 25, 2014
Cover Reveal: One Week – Coming SOON!
Title: One Week
Author: Zoey Derrick
Age Group: Adult
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance / BDSM Erotica
Cover Designer: Parajunkie
Goodreads
Blurb:
ONE WEEK is all it will take…
A week in Las Vegas and she will feel better about herself. At least that is what Dacotah Miller is hoping will be the case.
Left at the alter, heart broken and ashamed, Dacotah takes the opportunity offered by her girlfriends – the chance to get away. The opportunity to escape her mundane life in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin.
But what Dacotah doesn’t know is that lurking in Las Vegas is the chance of a lifetime, a dream come true, in the form of Derek Hunter.
Derek, in town on business, can’t seem to focus on his purpose once Dacotah walks into his field of vision. She beautiful and just what he needs to cure his desire for a good woman in his bed. Only she presents a challenge to him unlike anything he’s ever experienced before.
Dacotah will be wrapped up in a whirlwind of unexpected events that will force her to make a decision, life changing choice. Does she get on the plane back to boring Wisconsin and wonder what might have been? Or will she step on board a private jet that promises to take her on a journey she will never forget?
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
Excerpt:
“Orion huh?” I jump at the voice in my ear
and try to spin around but he pins me to the side of the pool. I should fight
to free myself, but the sound of his voice, the smell of his cologne, my
drunkenness and the instant wetness between my legs has me paralyzed.
“You never told me your name.” I breathe.
“Orion is fine, for now.” He replies, but
he doesn’t ask me for my name, and I wonder idly if he already knows. Whether
having heard Mandy say it, or something else. I feel him press into me a little
harder and I can feel ever inch of his warm, pool soaked body against my back.
My toes reach down, seeking the bottom of the pool and I find it. Steadying
myself against him. I suddenly realize that I want this man, badly.
“Why the secrets?” I ask him.
“Why not? Isn’t it more fun this way?” His
mouth is right at my ear and I can feel the warmth of his breath caressing my
face, along my cheek and down my neck. I shiver and feel my nipples harden. My
desire for him is hot and I’m surprised because I’ve never in my life been so
turned on.
“No.” I answer his question. “Well, maybe
it is for you, you have control.”
“Just the way I like it.” His hands begin
to glide along my arms, to my shoulders, across to my neck, but the contact of
his front to my back never falters. “You, in my control, wanting and willing to
do anything my heart desires.”
My breathing hitches and fear spikes in my
veins, but it is quickly cooled by his lips on my shoulder, right where it
meets my neck. His kiss is hot and soft. I can feel the stubble of his goatee
prickling along my skin and goosebumps form across my entire body. I shiver. My
breathing hitches and I bite my lip to stifle a moan. He knows exactly what
he’s doing because he doesn’t stop. His hands are tracing down my sides, light
as feathers, and his lips continue their way along my shoulder, back to my
neck.
Suddenly one of his hands disappears and I
feel his fingers on the back of my neck, grabbing at my wet hair and gently
moving it over my right shoulder.
“Well, aren’t you just full of secrets.” He
says into my ear and then he kisses along my hairline, along the infinity
tattoo on the back of my neck over to my other shoulder. His hands are gliding
down past my hips, playing with the stings on my bikini and my heart rate
spikes as I imagine him untying it, exposing me to the pool. But he doesn’t
stop. His hands glide down my thighs, as far as he can go without pulling
himself underwater. I can’t help the flick of my hips that comes at his touch
and I’m not sure if it is a reaction to tickling or my need for him. His breath
hitches and I do it, voluntarily, again.
His hands come to my hips and he grips
them, stilling me. “If you don’t stop, I will take you in the pool. Right now.
No matter who sees.”
I am beginning to feel dizzy when I realize I’m holding my breath, I
let it out in a rush trying to fight the urge to flick my hips. I want this man
and I don’t even know his name.
About the Author:
Amazon Best Selling Angels, Demons & Devils and Paranormal Author of Give Me Reason – The Reason Series Book One comes from Glendale, Arizona. Zoey, was a mortgage underwriter by day and is now a paranormal, romance and erotica novelist full-time. She writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.
Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.
Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.
The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again.
Author Social Media Links: Twitter | Facebook | Blog/Website
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May 23, 2014
Chasing Love’s Wings First Look!
Release day is but a few days away – Who’s Ready for Chasing Love’s Wings?
***Content Warning – The following may not be suitable for anyone under the age of 18 – it’s HOT!*** Subject to final editing and adjustments prior to publication ***
July 2012 – Phoenix, Arizona
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Cami
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“How long until your flight?” Tristan and I are in my condo in Phoenix, a place we’ve only been for a few days, ever since returning from Tristan’s New York premiere. That was an experience that I’m not entirely sure I’m ready to do again. But he made it fun by making me feel like I was the only thing that mattered, and that made it worth it. Regardless of what was going on around him, I was more important.
“About three hours.” He kisses me gently on the lips. The kiss quickly turns urgent and needy. I can’t help my body’s response to his lips on mine. My back arches and I feel his erection grow stronger and harder as he slowly moves in and out of me.
A soft breathy moan escapes my lips, and his kisses grow more urgent and his pace increases. I feel myself building toward that cliff we’ve been dancing on every day for over a month. My hand slides down his chest and I feel the dermal piercings that create the eyes of his dragon.
He’s propped himself up on his left elbow, and his right hand glides feather-soft over my hip to my stomach, tracing light patterns until his fingers gently graze my breast. Both my nipples harden in response to the involuntary shiver his touch has caused across my heated skin, and I feel his fingers graze one pierced nipple, then the other. They are hard as diamonds, straining against the stainless steel balls holding the barbells in place.
I moan again, and his pace increases as my body locks down and the climax I’ve been trying to avoid washes over me in warm rush of fire. Tristan increases his pace to a fever pitch, pushing my orgasm to limits I’ve come to love. “I love you,” I hear him whisper in my ear as I come floating down. I feel the muscles of my sex spasm, and he thrusts hard and he pours himself into me.
I open my eyes to see the strained look of orgasm on his face and I whisper, “I love you.”
Once we finally settle again from our orgasms, Tristan doesn’t roll off me. Which is fine. I love having him so close to me, and it’s breaking my heart that he is leaving so soon. I can’t bear to look at the clock.
He is only going to be gone for a couple of days, but we haven’t spent more than a couple of hours apart since we met in Tarah a month ago.
Ever since that Friday night in the hotel bar, everything in my life has changed. I met the man of my dreams — literally — and I fell in love with him. Hard. Okay, I was probably already in love with him before I met him, but the emotions were superficial, as I didn’t actually know him for who he is. I know him better now, though I’m not convinced I know everything there is to know about Tristan Michaels. I’m determined to find out anything and everything about him.
“I don’t want you to go,” I say softly, and I feel him stiffen, as if I’ve woken him up, but I know he wasn’t sleeping because the hand playing with a stray strand of my hair hasn’t stopped moving.
“I told you to come with me,” he says. It’s the same argument we’ve been having for the last twenty-four hours.
“I know but I need to take care of some things here. We’ve only been home for a few days.” He slides off of me, but it’s not a rejection; he pulls me close to his side.
“I know, and I’ll only be gone until Friday. Then I’ll come back and we can pick up where we left off.” He kisses my shoulder and his thumb begins to move circles across my stomach, something he tends to do when he is thinking about something.
After we left Tarah, we went to New York, where we spent a few days roaming around the city. It wasn’t as much fun as I’d hoped it would be.
After Tristan’s premiere, we were followed nearly everywhere we went. I was impressed that it only took the media eight hours to figure out exactly who I am. Then of course the speculations about he and I not really being together started to soar through the roof. It was a good publicity stunt, letting the girls swoon a little longer over the fact that their beloved Tristan might still be single.
The tabloids would read things like, She’s just his PR rep, etcetera. It didn’t bother me any, but Tristan was a little miffed that they were going down that path. It was clear to me that he really wanted them to run away with us being together.
I tried to tell him that it didn’t matter to me at all, even played the ‘It’s good publicity’ card, but he wasn’t buying it. I told him that I knew he was with me and I was with him, and that nothing like that should matter. Over the next day or two he calmed down dramatically about it. That was until we were walking of The Electric Room. Tristan pushed me up against the door of our limo, kissing me feverishly, right in front of no less than a dozen cameras. After that, the speculative headlines stopped and the love stories started. The only reason I knew about any of this going on was because Trinity – the PR manager for Bold, my company – demanded that I take over as his rep. I hadn’t seen a problem with it, except for the fact that I’m now responsible for all the things that are said about the man I love.
He nuzzles closer to me and I snuggle into him, content to lie here, but as I move, the insatiable man that he is, it doesn’t go unnoticed. We’ve been in bed all day — literally, as I know it’s nearly four in the afternoon — and Tristan has been giving me his undivided attention, from head to toe and back again.
I’m truly enjoying it. I’m sure he’s trying to wear himself out so that he can survive the next few days without me, and I am perfectly okay with that.
I use my free hand to bring his chin up. He immediately knows what I’m trying to do and he doesn’t disappoint me. Our lips meet once again, and he doesn’t stop kissing me over and over.
*****
Only a few more DAYS!!!
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May 20, 2014
#RT14 – The Highlights!!
OMG! RT was absolutely AWESOME!!! There was so much going on ALL the time it was hard to keep up with everyone and everything! It was however AMAZING!!!
I got finally meet Three Authors who have inspired me. Three of which have become my friends along this wild ride. (Debra Anastasia, Marata Eros and Sara Fawkes). Then of course a the author who started it all, the Beautiful and elegant E. L. James.
I met so many amazing authors and friends, a few fans, and maybe even some new fans too! The workshops were amazing and OMG I don’t think I can begin to describe how it all really feels, it is too much, and maybe it is too soon. But stay tuned, LOTS More to come from RT and From ME!!!
XXOO!
E. L. James
E. L. James, Myself, Debra Anastasia
Marata Eros
Sara Fawkes
Jasinda Wilder
Awesome Fan – Diana
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