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Slick as Ides teaser 10

Nick and Jason conversation from Chapter 10:
“I’m surprised she hasn’t broken in here and taken back what you stole from her,” he says, continuing to tinker.
“She knows I wouldn’t keep it here, just like she wasn’t keeping it at her place.” I circle around him once more.
“Stop the fucking pacing. You’re making me nervous. Go get a beer or somethin’.”
“I can’t drink. She doesn’t do that shit. She wouldn’t want me to,” I say, gripping the edge of the table now instead of my body, still moving in on his space.
“The things you know about her without actually spending any time with her other than stealing her stuff and fucking her . . . Well, it’s disturbing.” He stretches his back for a moment.
I chuckle. “She’s probably watching me, too.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. A genius like her is not going to waste time using surveillance on your pathetic ass. She knows what you’re doing without watching.”

Slick as Ides teaser 9

Ides and Riot phone conversation from Chapter 9:
He’s on my roof.
I yawn, then call up Riot.
“What’s he doing now?” he answers the call. He sounds half-dead.
“He’s trying to break in, unsuccessfully.” My gut tightens at the thought of letting Nick in and what he might do to me when he’s this worked up into a frenzy. What sinfully delicious things he might do and document by filming. That man is kinky as hell.
My pussy swears that’s the case as well, as I change my underwear again.
Just having him prowling around out there is doing some fucked up things to me.
My breasts are painful, and my nipples are so tight and rubbing on my bra it’s maddening. Is there no relief?
“This isn’t a game,” he tells me.
“I know, but it is to him.”
He sighs. “He broke into my home today.”

Slick as Ides teaser 8

Ides and Vapor from Chapter 8:
“No, asshole. No one’s ever said that to me because normal men don’t tie me up when I’m out of it, and they know I’m not drugged. Only you’re sick enough to do it.”
“Only I’m privileged enough,” I correct her.
“Only you’re fucked up enough with a glandular problem the size of your head. You really should buy yourself an extra-large sombrero to fit that overly large cranium of yours so I can piss on it. That way you’ll really have a reason to be mad at me.” She exhales, her eyes darkening. “I really don’t know what your problem is, but you need to get a fucking grip.”
I cup myself. “Like this? You wanna grip it for me—make sure I’m doing it properly?” I slide my palm up and down the outline of my hard-on.

Slick as Ides teaser 7

Ides and Riot phone conversation from Chapter 7:
“You haven’t had an episode in over two years.”
“And the last time I did was . . .” I trail off.
“Oh . . . I wasn’t thinking . . .”
“Yeah—my dad’s last lawsuit in court. The bailiff grabbed my arm when I started shouting, and he’d just licked his fingers after he ate a fucking sandwich. It was revolting.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t have to try and shove his nose up into his brain. That was overkill, hon.” He chuckles again.
“Whatever you want to call it—the man was a Neanderthal and probably uses his palm in place of toilet paper when he soils himself. I about died that day,” I say, my voice cracking at the end.
“I know. I had to carry you to your car.”

Slick as Ides teaser 6

Ides and Vapor conversation from Chapter 6:
“I’ll be back when I can’t keep away.”
She keeps her bird at attention, pointed at me. “You really are an asshole.”
“You have quite a way with words, Ides. No wonder you stay out of the public eye.” I lean over, pat her foot, and she promptly jerks it away. “I’ll see you again soon. And you need to get back on that chat group. I miss our little talks.” I flutter my lashes at her. “Next time, though, send me a goddamn pic of you in your sexy black panties and bra. It’ll be a good way for you to get back at me for being such an asshole, and then I can shoot my come all over my screen, and send you a picture back. There’s nothing more torturous than seeing you almost naked and sexy as fuck without being able to touch you.” I groan, imagining what kind of naked photos she might send me to give me navy-blue balls.
“No, you fucking won’t be back here. This was a one-time slipup. I already told you,” she exhales in a rush, “I’ll be tightening up security. You won’t be getting back in, and I won’t be back on that chat group or sending you dick.”
“God, woman—no more dirty talk. Foreplay’s over. My dick can’t take much more.” I grab my clothes, her panties and bra I dismantled off her body, and leave the room before I jump her again.

Slick as Ides teaser 5

Ides and Vapor conversation from Chapter 5:
“No one’s gonna ever know you did this to me—that we fucked like wild animals.” I bite the edge of his forearm.
He laughs, and it’s dark and unsettling, and fuck—it impossibly turns me on even more.
“I don’t care if anyone knows. I’ll know. I’ll wake up every goddamn day and know you burn for me. That you begged for my cock to be stuffed and rammed inside you so you could come all over it because it’s all you want, isn’t it?” He inches inside me at an agonizing pace until he can go no further.

Slick as Ides teaser 4

Ides and Vapor conversation from Chapter 4:
“I don’t want your germs,” he says. “It’s hand sanitizer, since I’m definitely gonna have to touch you.”
A soft, pleading whimper chokes its way out of my chest. He’s messing with me. How does he know so much about me? “Please don’t.”
“Have no choice, now do I? You refused to talk to me,” he replies. “Seems to be a recurring pattern with you. I say something that makes you squirm a little, and you cut me off. That’s a fucking pattern I want to stop immediately.”
“I can make your life miserable if you do this. It’s not too late for you. Think about it. You can let me go and leave without a trace. I won’t report you,” I say, my voice breaking. “You already know I wasn’t going to turn you in for stealing my car.”
“Oh, I know you can destroy me if you want to. I’m all too aware of what you did to your dad.” He chuckles and his hand tickles up my leg.

Slick as Ides teaser 3

Ides and Nick conversation from Chapter 3:
“Get that tracer off my car!” I jerk my head toward the spot he was just touching.
Nick stands up and glares at me.
When I glance at the shelf next to me, there’s some hand sanitizer there. I take a squirt and pass the gun from hand-to-hand as I freshen up my skin.
“Look, lady . . .” he huffs and narrows his eyes “. . . I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re not a superhero here.” He’s even more spectacular to look at when he’s seething at me. My heart flutters, and my lips part as my mouth goes wet. “We have a job to do, and you’re only slowing us down.”
I laugh. “This is a job? Oh, forgive me . . . I thought it was a hobby, since you’re never going to be as slick as Ides.”

Next novel started--SHROAG 50

Fun news...

I started back up on my next novel, due to come out in November, SHROAG 50.

Here's the summary in case you haven't heard about this one:

Symptoms of time travel are never fun—ask Guy Moore. He just returned, and now he's being thrown back in time. His assignment? To impregnate Anne Boleyn. As an agent of SHROAG, he's completed more assignments than any other agent, and is ready to retire. Too bad Elizabeth I needs to be born to preserve history, and his DNA is the only one to do it. How will Guy seduce Anne, the woman who kept Henry VIII at arm's length for over seven years? And how will he keep from falling for her in his efforts?

And here's a teaser from my writing today on chapter 2:

“Cousin Anne, this is a friend of mine—here to visit on holiday—Lord Guy Moore.” Nick motioned at him.
Guy swallowed hard when he realized how inappropriate he was in this instant with his hose slung over his right shoulder, his shirt gaping open and his breeches sagging. And why for the love of God did Nicholas just use his real name? He swallowed and tried to keep an aloof gaze on Anne.
“Did you swim ashore?” Anne asked, scrutinizing him and looking greatly amused. “Good Lord, I thought the Thames too brown to house fish or men anymore.” She chuckled and pointed at him. “But, you, sir, do me a great honor, showing your face in this state. I daresay I look a might bit more presentable now.” She ruffled her soiled skirt. “After falling off my horse, I thought to hide my disheveled form, but you have changed my mind.” She turned to Nick. “Yes, my Lord, I will supp with you tonight, and I will not bother to change my attire.”
Guy blinked and his mind went blank. This was not how he’d envisioned his grand scheme of wooing this woman. Not like this.
“I apologize for the state I am in, but you need not ever worry about your appearance, my lady, for you are a radiant, rare jewel. But then I am certain you are already aware of your great impact on a man’s very breath and pulse.” Guy bowed.
Nick smirked at him. “This man is a betting sort, and though he is charming as any at court, I am afraid I must warn you, lady Anne—he will while away the night, speaking nothing of roses and sunshine until you can see nothing but him, but then he disappears when you need him most.”
Guy squared his shoulders and kicked his boots off. “At least I do not lend boots to my friends that are two sizes too big.”

Slick as Ides teaser 2

Ides at a gas station from Chapter 2:

I try to calm my trembling fingers as I turn to the gas pump. A moment later, I’ve got the nozzle in place, and I push down the latch so I don’t have to keep touching the handle of it. The numbers whiz by as it fills up my car.
My head focuses on a project I’ve got back home—a new invention. As soon as I get into my office, I’ll be relaxed, and everything’ll be fine again. No Vapor in my head. No homeless guy hounding me. No gas fumes to breathe in or grocery store to make my blood blast through my heart at an alarming rate.
My eyes clench closed, and I take another tight breath, hoping it will soothe my addled brain. A few more minutes, then I can leave.
Next thing I know, my car is rocketing off, and out of the parking lot—the gas spraying out of the nozzle onto the asphalt.
I turn and scream, “You can’t do this!”